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heavysighing-dreamyeyes · 4 months ago

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ah!! I am WEAK for a Jason Todd that gets subby for the reader. This fic had me foaming at the mouth and shaking. I'm actually unwell over here. I talk about my favorite parts under the cut:

"Thoughts like if I were a vampire I'd suck his blood and I need my boyfriend to hold me down until I orgasm or pass out, whichever comes first, are inside thoughts, and you do a great job at keeping them as such."

I giggled over this. There are so many inside thoughts that will never see the light of day but I am so glad this one did.

"You love him so much. The thought hits you square in the chest. You love Jason Todd. A lot. A lot a lot a lot."

I dunno how op got my literal 24/7 thought process but there it is.

"His thighs are pure muscle, but when not in the middle of a fight, they are soft. Bitable. Very bitable."

Gremlin energy! I love it

"You take care to treat it delicately, not wanting him to be self-conscious even though every part of him makes you rabid. You want to kiss Jason's stomach. Feel it twitch under your hand as you do, uh... other stuff besides kissing."

eee, op!! Yes, please and thank you, rabid is 100% the right word. Or feral. Either way I wanna dig my nails into this fic and never let go.

"Jason's arms. You could write prose poetry on such magnificent creations. More than once you've had the urge to wrap one of Jason's arms around your neck and let him squeeze until you lose consciousness. Another inside thought!"

I don't even need to add anything, everything that needs to be said has been said about how crazy my feelings are for him.

"Once or twice, Jason's flexed for you, silly and smiley. You've managed to hide just how fucking hot you found it. It's been well over a year and you still want to jump your boyfriend."

Ah, wait, I picture him doing that in a moment that's soft and sweet and safe. Such a great insight into his and readers relationship.

"You move your head so that your mouth is on his exposed bicep. You feel the hot flesh in your mouth, lave your tongue over it for some time. As soon as it flexes, you bite the hard muscle."

I feel like I need to salute them for that move. (They are living my dream)

"Jason's eyes widen. You adore how squirmy he gets whenever you're bold about wanting him. Despite how long you've known each other, Jason never fails to get flustered. Perhaps that's half the fun."

Fantastic, I love it when he gets teased a little.

"You hum. "Didn't take much, though, did it? Is your dick hard already?" You squeeze him through his sweats. Jason whines, bracing himself against the counter. "Never takes long, huh? You're always ready for me in no time, stud. Ready to fill me up, right?" "Oh m'God," he says, looking at you like you're divine. That look swells your ego every time."

I am GIGGLING. Okay, maybe I like it when he gets teased a lot.

Jason nods vigorously. "Yeah, yes, an-anything y'want. Oh my God, I'm s-so hard. I love you. Y'so nice to me."

I am SCREAMING. He deserves all the nice things and someone to take care of him and also I bet his eyes are so pretty and glassy in that moment. (Inside thought)

"You thread your fingers with his to steady them. Then you lean in to kiss his mouth. Jason moans, greedily kissing you back."

I am sighing sooo dreamily right now

"He looks up at you, and you're struck again by your difference in size, and how easy Jason gets when he's inside of you."

Fanning my face over this, I don't even have the words anymore. wow.

"You bite your lip as Jason's body comes alive, strength kicking in as he draws your thighs up over his hips, plants his feet, and drives into you. He punches the air out of you with each thrust, sobbing as he does. You hold on to his arms as he moves."

!!! I am far too embarrassed to type out all my thoughts on this but the noise I made when I read this was inhuman. Gonna stick my face in the fridge, thank you for your work, op!

smut 18+ only, fucking jason on the kitchen floor, feral horny afab reader who wants to maul jason, unprotected sex, breeding kink, submissive jaytodd!!! rock on!!!

The first time you go absolutely batshit feral over Jason, he's cleaning the apartment.

He's done nothing to provoke your ferality (he never does), and usually, you keep it to yourself. Thoughts like if I were a vampire I'd suck his blood and I need my boyfriend to hold me down until I orgasm or pass out, whichever comes first, are inside thoughts, and you do a great job at keeping them as such.

So you're not quite sure what compels you to act the way that you do.

First, Jason's in clothes that don't help your insanity. The shirt is Dick's (Jason insists that he did NOT have an emo phase, thank you), so the cropped quality of the My Immortal t-shirt isn't by design. Jason's just big.

Yes, yep, your boyfriend sure is a big boy. That's all you can think about as you watch him over the top of your open book while he attacks the kitchen floor with his Swiffer Jet. He's humming a song you don't recognize.

You love him so much. The thought hits you square in the chest. You love Jason Todd. A lot. A lot a lot a lot.

The next thought that hits you is how soft and squishy your boyfriend is. Jason's sweatpants are baggy, the baggiest he could find, and they still can't hide how humongous his thighs are. His thighs are pure muscle, but when not in the middle of a fight, they are soft. Bitable. Very bitable.

Your gazes moves to the strip of belly that flexes and flutters with every movement. Jason's stomach isn't perfectly flat, a fact that you know sometimes bothers him. You take care to treat it delicately, not wanting him to be self-conscious even though every part of him makes you rabid.

You want to kiss Jason's stomach. Feel it twitch under your hand as you do, uh... other stuff besides kissing. You love watching Jason in action, love watching him wield his powerful body. But you also love him like this: using his body to take care of himself, his space, and you.

Jason's arms. You could write prose poetry on such magnificent creations. More than once you've had the urge to wrap one of Jason's arms around your neck and let him squeeze until you lose consciousness. Another inside thought! Jason would staunchly refuse and probably get you checked for head trauma if you requested such a thing, but you can dream.

Once or twice, Jason's flexed for you, silly and smiley. You've managed to hide just how fucking hot you found it. It's been well over a year and you still want to jump your boyfriend. You try to keep it to a manageable level, not wanting to startle or overwhelm him. You know Jason's complicated relationship with his body. You respect his boundaries.

But still, the thoughts linger...

Your feet carry you to the kitchen before you can think about it. Jason's done with the mop and has moved to wiping the counters. You seize the opportunity to get behind him.

"Hey, baby," Jason says before you reach him. He keeps wiping. And that's another thing: Jason is highly competent. His training makes him hear you before you've reached him. If you were an evil goon, you'd be on the floor before you could inhale. You also find that concerningly hot.

You stick yourself to his back and wrap your arms around his stomach. You grab handfuls of the layer of fat that covers his muscles, brushing your thumbs over where his hair thickens below his bellybutton.

"What's up, hm?" Jason asks, patting your hand.

"You're really hot," you say.

He snorts, glances behind at you. "I'm what now?"

"Hot. Juicy. I wanna maul you."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," you say peacefully, groping his waist. "Soon as possible."

"I'm free for a mauling in ten minutes. That work for you?"

"I don't know if I can wait that long." You slip your hands up his shirt. "Mind if I feel you up while I wait?"

Jason laughs but it comes out a little airy. "You're a menace."

"I'm crazy about you."

"Mm, I've noticed. Feeling's mutual."

"No, no." You move your head so that your mouth is on his exposed bicep. You feel the hot flesh in your mouth, lave your tongue over it for some time. As soon as it flexes, you bite the hard muscle.

Jason drops his dishcloth. You soothe your teeth marks with your tongue.

"You don't understand," you say, shifting so you're pressing Jason against the counter edge. He lets you keep him there. "I'm crazy about you. I wanna eat you, Jay. Let me eat you."

"Jesus, what's gotten into ya?" he asks, turning his head to look at you.

"Hopefully you," you say, unrepentant.

Jason's eyes widen. You adore how squirmy he gets whenever you're bold about wanting him. Despite how long you've known each other, Jason never fails to get flustered. Perhaps that's half the fun.

"C'mon, Jay, let me fuck you. I wanna fuck you on the kitchen floor," you say, past coyness.

He full-body shudders. "I jus' cleaned."

You grin against his arm, pawing at his hip. "I'll help you mop again, honey pie. Deal?" You're eyeing his stomach next, ready to suck his skin there.

Jason can't deny you for long. You both know that.

"You're persuasive," he says, eyelids fluttering.

You hum. "Didn't take much, though, did it? Is your dick hard already?" You squeeze him through his sweats. Jason whines, bracing himself against the counter. "Never takes long, huh? You're always ready for me in no time, stud. Ready to fill me up, right?"

"Oh m'God," he says, looking at you like you're divine. That look swells your ego every time.

"Is that a yes?" You cup his balls like you're choosing a bull for breeding. Jason buckles under your brazenness. "Yes, you want me to let you fuck my pussy? Yes, you want me to fuck you on the floor?"

"Yeah, yeah, please."

So Jason lets you push him down onto the tiles. You yank his sweats down first, then his underwear. He's already leaking onto his stomach.

"Fuck," you say, grabbing and holding Jason's wrists on either side of his head. "You gonna give me what I want, sweetie? Love of my life, handsomest guy I've ever seen?"

Jason nods vigorously. "Yeah, yes, an-anything y'want. Oh my God, I'm s-so hard. I love you. Y'so nice to me."

You smile gently.

"I'm nice for taking you on the kitchen floor, huh?" you ask, bending your knees and lining up his cock to your cunt. "What if I make you wait until I come first?"

Jason nods again, already breathing hard. "I want to, I wanna wait. You should come first. I want you to come first. I don't have ta come at all."

You raise an eyebrow. That's new. New, but not unwelcome.

"So even when I..." You sink down on his cock, just the tip. Jason whimpers in the back of his throat. "Do that? You don't need to come?"

You feel him flex under your hands but he's good and stays put. He doesn't break your hold even though he could. You grin.

"Oh-oh. Sweet boy. My best guy. Look at you, big and hard. You could take me if you wanted, but you don't want that, do you? You want me to take what I want from you. All that muscle and strength, but what d'you need, Jaybee? Hm? Tell me."

"Need you," he says, voice strained. "Need you to do whatever y'want."

You kiss under his jaw and dig your nails into his wrists. Then you sink further onto Jason's cock. His hips twitch but he doesn't thrust like he usually does.

"Will you kiss me?" he asks when he bottoms out, body strung tight like a bow.

"I did kiss you," you say, smiling into his neck.

"On th'lips," Jason says, fingers shaking. "Please? Please."

You thread your fingers with his to steady them. Then you lean in to kiss his mouth. Jason moans, greedily kissing you back. You begin to move. Jason's shoulders tense.

"You're so perfect," you say against his lips. "You'd be so perfect at knocking me up. Any time I wanted, you'd be hard and ready to come in me, right?"

"Ah-ah," Jason says, voice wrecked. "Y-yeah, yeah. As much as y'want. Do anything y'want. I'd do anything."

"Yeah, I know," you say, grunting as you slide back onto him. "I know, sweetheart. Pretty boy. Y'dunno what you got with this fat cock. Can barely speak when your dick's wet."

You do a particularly hard grind and growl against Jason's sweaty throat. You lick the salt from his Adam's apple, feel it bob against your tongue. Then you bite.

"Oh, oh," he whines, and your gut tightens further at his sounds.

"Don't come," you snarl, pussy like a vice. "I come first."

Jason shakes his head, lips parted. His pulse throbs against your mouth. "No, no, won't. I won't. I'm good. I'll be good. 'M I good?"

You pet his hair, voice softening. "You're good, Jason. So good, baby. So good that I gotta take you right here on the floor. You understand, right? I was aching over there, watching you. I had to fuck you. Had to use your big dick for something."

"Uh-huh," he says, voice wet and sticky with pleasure. "Y'had to. I can do it. I wanna be good for you."

He looks up at you, and you're struck again by your difference in size, and how easy Jason gets when he's inside of you. You feel that familiar tightness, the edge of your impending orgasm.

"Rub my clit," you say, letting go of his right hand, and Jason obeys instantly, locating and deftly rubbing your clit.

"Harder," you tell him, and he rubs harder. Your mouth falls open as the pleasure swells. "Yeah. This is what you're made for. Pleasing me."

One of these days, you'll broach the subject of Jason putting those muscles to good use and fucking you doggy-style, whining in your ear as he shoots load after load into you.

"I'm gonna come," you say, cunt tightening. "Are you gonna come?"

Jason shakes his head desperately. "No. No, no, y'said not to. Not gonna come!"

"A-are you sure?" you ask, grinning as Jason makes uh-uh's in the back of his throat.

"Won't come, I promise, won't come," he says, near tears.

You come, tightening hard around Jason's cock. He nearly howls, the corners of his eyes wet, tendons pulled taut in his neck.

But he doesn't come, true to his word.

Sloppily, you kiss him. Jason kisses you back, but it's frenzied. You know his brain must be soup with the effort it's taking to not come.

"Look at you," you say, gaze hungrily roving over Jason's swollen nipples, his red face, his drawn eyebrows. "You listened so well. Y'wanna touch me? Wanna hold me?"

Jason nods frantically. "Yeah, yeah, please, baby, please, can I?"

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Hold me how you want and make yourself come. Don't be gentle."

Jason hesitates at the last direction. "Don't be gentle? Are y'sure?"

You pinch his nipple lightly. Jason bucks his hips. Your eyes narrow.

"I'm sure. Gimme everything you got, big guy."

You bite your lip as Jason's body comes alive, strength kicking in as he draws your thighs up over his hips, plants his feet, and drives into you. He punches the air out of you with each thrust, sobbing as he does. You hold on to his arms as he moves.

It only takes him a few thrusts before hot cum fills your pussy. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, nails scratching Jason's biceps.

"I want more," you say, grinding shallowly against his cock. Jason cries out, and more cum fills you.

"Was that good?" Jason asks, holding you closer.

You grin. "We're definitely doing that again."

Except, maybe not right after Jason's cleaned. You're not that mean.

#rae's fic recs #jason todd x reader #18+ mdni #smut

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lilyyx0 · 8 months ago

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yes!! just read billie's interview. and omfg? girl is wild. 'm so excited for the new album like omg omg. and the interview is so good. love the way she was comfortable enough to speak about her masturbating !! and her saying she wanted her face in a vagina....? ma'am. excuse me. what. i.

also !! i listened to the songs you recommended me and wrote some notes:

steeeam is such a cute song ?? the singer's voice kind of reminds me of clairo!! <3

faustian bargain... the lyrics? they're so beautiful. and avangeline's voice is so pretty. :((

lilith's lyrics are so beautiful. i love the way avangeline writes. but this song isn't really my cup of tea? it reminds me of ldr tho !! :3

crimson tears isn't really the kind of music i listen to, but it's not bad. i really like the beat !!

and about "mutt" she's not singing in the perspective of a literal dog. it's more of like... "a sweet confession of devotion and submission" sophie meiers described it. like, loving someone like a dog – means you'll be there for them forever, love them forever. you know? she says it's a sort of "thank you for taking me in! i'll be here if you ever need me". <33 (from the genius lyrics page !!)

and about you being scared to fail or too lazy to study. i feel you !! 'm a highschool dropout and i sometimes regret it but also the school system was not for me at all... so i had to stop. :(( now it's so hard for me to find a course or internship. 'm always so scared of failing as an adult aaah. (i wanna work at a bookshop but want to get more experience first!!) but also. each time i fail, i know i always get up. like each time i got rejected for an internship, i was down for a few weeks until i picked myself back and went to another library etc. it's ok to fail !! doesn't mean you should stop pursuing what you wanna do. <33

and i'll watch arcane in the next few days !!! and watch the movie you told me about tomorrow night if i can find it. :))

i never read any of rupi's poetry as its just not my type. (i have a hard time reading poetry honestly haha) but thank you for sharing them !! (and you can try to find the English versions on secondhand websites? like vinted!!)

and yay!! 'm tulip nonnie <33 so so cute. you're so sweet omg :(( 🌷 how was your day btw!!

aww, I'm sooo happy that you listened to the music I recommended!! actually, many people say that Saint Avangeline's music is similar to Lana's music, because SA was also motivated by Lana's music, but unfortunately she also gets a lot of hate for that :(

ouuh, m' sorry, I only saw on tiktok that someone talked about it being from a dog's perspective, but according to them I was wrong, sorry again! :(

About school.. I understand you, because it's not good to study in a place where you don't feel good:( but I believe in you and I'm sure you'll find a great bookstore soon!! <33

I hope you'll like Arcane and Semmelweis, I'm so excited about your opinion!! ^^

about my books: I will probably look for them somewhere in English:)

thank you so much, 🌷nonnie!! <33

btw, I'm so sorry that I was only able to answer you now, I fell asleep😭

yesterday was very tiring because of school, but I will talk about my day today if something interesting happens!! and how was your day?

#lily's 🌷anon #lily is yapping

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enby-trainer · 2 years ago

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orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

This changes frequently, but right now, it's "It Tore Your Heart Out" by Dirt Poor Robins.

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

I'm trying to learn more about status affecting pokémon moves in battles. My two 'mon have hard-hitting physical attacks only at the moment.

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

Only if I'm absolutely grungy and ew.

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

I rarely wear jewelry, to be honest. The sensory issues of my autism make them feel very annoying to me...but I want to get my earlobes re-pierced sometime soon; I think I can deal with earrings.

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

I have a half-brother who was already grown up when I was born. My mom had him when she was 19 or 20, and I was born when she was 39. We have different fathers. I am vastly different than him. I love him, and he loves me, but he's kind of an asshole about certain things.

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, or activity inspires you most, and how do you express yourself when it does?

Listening to music, devouring new fiction media, writing, drawing, getting art commissions from artists I really like when I can afford it, and spending time with my gals. I feel really cloud nine-y when I'm in my creative groove.

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

I kind of...don't have anything like that with anyone, really? Jeesh. I'm so boring.

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

It's a tie between the written word and art pieces. I think it's because I wish I could be that awesome with my own stuff.

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

Well, it's fairly straightforward. I'm enby and I have 2 'mon. Doesn't get much simpler than that.

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

I have changed incredibly since I was younger. I was impulsive, didn't pay attention much to the world around me (always stuck inside my head, maladaptive daydreaming and disassociating), and had at least mild PTSD from certain things -- mainly my dad.

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Nope? I can just find all the things I've loved on the Internet again? Sorry. Nothing too dramatic here...wait! There was that one children's book I adored as a kid where a Galarian ponyta who was abnormally pink couldn't grow a horn or something, and I was so taken by the book's art style...I've never been able to find it again.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset, or tired?

It usually shows on my face. It's hard for me to fake expressions; thus, my face is an open book when I'm really feeling something forreal.

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

Stuff that I've mentioned wanting, I suppose. I try not to ask too much of people anymore, so I just kinda keep these wants to myself nowadays. I used to be called selfish and greedy as a kid all the time and I just, don't wanna be that way again. But if someone asks I'll gladly tell 'em that I would like some more nice things for Nox and Delphine. My persian are my life.

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

I'm pretty sure going up against gym leaders and then possibly the Elite Four of Unova is mundane enough since so many people try it. I don't know about the actual champion, but I would like to attempt to be a real trainer one day. My gals and I have been in a few battles for fun against others, and I'm pretty sure that's why they've evolved when my childhood meowth companions didn't; they quite simply have received more diverse life experiences than those ones ever did.

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

I really like learning about this ancient guy named Volo from back when the Sinnoh region was still referred to as Hisui. He's long dead by now but he seems like the kinda lunatic Rotomblr would go nuts over if he was fictional or something.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

Everything in my studio apartment is pretty bare-bones. A bed, a couch, a coffee table, and a desktop computer on a desk. Everything else is for my gals' comfort -- scratching posts, toys, water dispensers, food bowls, et cetera. It's not a fancy home, but it gets the job done for a decent amount of rent.

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

I have a bunch of playlists but none of them are for that purpose. I do have a personal playlist though that has many songs that I associate with my real life. The first song on it is "It's Alright" by Mother Mother.

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

I'd tell them about the two purrloin kittens (one girl, one boy) I found a few weeks ago, which I gave to a local no-kill shelter last Saturday after about a week of keeping them in my apartment with the gals. They had no microchips, so there wasn't really any hope of finding their previous owners -- they were so clean and well-fed, they must've had an owner. Oh well, they're gonna be adopted now, I'm sure.

#pokemon #about nox #about delphine #ic #about ansel

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seitmai · 8 months ago

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I have so many thoughts and comments I'm gonna utilize the read more function here lol, bear with me 🫶🏻

Every book she let him borrow was returned with a note folded up inside. Some of them were short and simple. When he handed back Love Letters of Great Men, the note simply said The dog eared pages are going to make me cry. But some of them were longer and more elaborate.

I'm dying 🫠 if this is a short und elaborated one, what are his long like?! Like how can these be even better?!

Maybe even read some parts out loud in that deep, soothing voice. She would love to hear his take on each plot and watch him blush as he called her the expert and asked for her opinions. She would love to take the book from his hands and pull him down into bed with her.

A girl can dream 🥰🤭 and Bob reading out loud? Hot and soothing

And there it was once again. The reminder that Bob didn't think about that kiss nearly as much as she did. "I hope you have a great time."

Ahhh I wanna grab Anna by the shoulders and shake her

If anyone knew he was writing about Anna, he would probably die on the spot. But nobody in his life knew he wrote anything in his free time, let alone the fact that he wrote poetry. And this poem was getting close to needing a 'mature' label if he was going to post it online.

😏😏😏

It's giving smut fanfic writer 🤭

He'd never experienced the kind of love his friends had, and in spite of all of her hesitations, he could imagine it happening with Anna. If anything, he liked that she seemed cautious and contemplative, he just wished she wasn't still that way toward him.

"Sugar's out back, setting up some snacks and just generally looking hot. You want a beer?"

God Bradley is such a horn dog for Sugar but in the most wholesome way

Bob was already about to agree with whatever she said, because it sounded exactly perfect to him,

Urgh of course he would because he (+Anna for him) is perfect

"Bob!" There was a brunette flash streaking across the small backyard, and then Natasha Trace was in his arms. She was giggling next to his ear where she kissed his cheek three times in a row, knocking his glasses askew.

Ahhhh Nat is back!!!

Her familiar laughter was comforting as she said, "You have no idea how much I hate flying with anyone other than you." When she finally started to pull away from him, she added, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."

This is not Anna's perspective but I already know how that sounds/looks 😬🫣

"That's an understatement, Nat," he replied, hugging her tighter when she refused to let go. "I missed you."

Love love love their bond and friendship 🥰🤗

And also assuming she could figure out what she was supposed to do about Bob and the growing collection of feelings she seemed to have for him.

I love this description of "a growing collection of feelings"! It's so perfect for her and her love for books that she more or less collects 🥰

Then she saw him. Bob was here with his tidy hair and his adorable glasses and his big hands, and like always her brain filled up with the beautiful poetry she loved so much. Somehow it seemed to go together with him. Those stunning words matched the way he made her feel.

🥹🥹🥹

I can't wait for the moment Anna the poetry lover realizes Bob is the smut poet🤭

Anna was going to have to have words with Advanced Calculus and Advanced Physics after this. Maybe they tried to set her up with Bob, because they didn't like this other woman? That idea vaporized as soon as she saw Jessica embrace her with a bright smile on her face.

Oh man, this is just some classic miscommunication, but can you imagine Anna feeling betrayed by her two friends that got so close in a short amount of time 🥺

"You teach at San Diego State too?" Natasha asked as her smirk bloomed into a bigger smile. When Anna nodded, she laughed and added, "What the hell do they put in the water at that school?"

Am I sensing Nat yearning for some academic lover too?

Not me inserting myself and seeing her with a gender studies researcher meeting her through an interview for research about women in the military or something like that 🤔

He kind of smiled, still holding out the other can toward Anna who felt like she was on the verge of screaming. "No. Thank you," she told him, taking a few steps away as she clocked the hurt expression on his face. "I don't want any."

That hurt 😭💔

She willingly had a thirty minute conversation with Jake and Mickey about the Marvel Cinematic Universe as an excuse to keep her distance.

Omg I would LOVE to discuss the MCU with those two! Anna is living my dream!!! (In so many ways)

"Right," Bob whispered, frowning down toward his plate as she gave him side eye. "I just... feel like I did something to upset you."

🥺🥺🥺

Bob was so confused. He had been about to jump at the chance to hang out at the bookstore in North Park with Anna when Natasha arrived. At that point, he honestly thought this was going to be the best day he'd had in a while. Anna seemed happy to see him, and one of his best friends was finally home from deployment. But as soon as that thought entered his mind, Anna started acting like she wanted nothing to do with him. So much so that she asked Jess about some guy's fake hair?

Poor Bob 🥺

His voice sounded deep even to his own ears as he promised, "Not even slightly. Not like I'm into you."

Then another one. Then one more before she was launching herself into his arms. Bob could feel her damp hands in his hair as their lips met, and it was nothing like the way they kissed in his truck. She wasn't tentative, and he didn't pull away as she kissed him harder. This time her body was pressed to his, and she moaned softly when he let his hands settle on her hips.

Ahhhhhhhhh I love them!!!

I also have to mention how much I love this dual pov!! It does so much for the story of those two fools in love that are literally perfect for each other 🤗🥰

Covering the Classics Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Just when Anna starts to feel settled, a simple cookout at her friend's house turns everything upside down. Her jealousy shines through, and there's nothing she can do to try to take it back.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Things with Bob felt like they shifted back to normal again, and Anna was thankful for that. Every book she let him borrow was returned with a note folded up inside. Some of them were short and simple. When he handed back Love Letters of Great Men, the note simply said The dog eared pages are going to make me cry. But some of them were longer and more elaborate.

She was running a little late to meet him at the usual coffee shop, worried he would already be there. He seemed to end up paying for her drink every single time, which was honestly really sweet of him, but she felt like such a nuisance. When she walked inside, he was there, at a table with two steaming mugs in front of him and his nose buried in a book. In one of Anna's books. In her copy of Wuthering Heights.

Her whole body felt too warm as she thought about how much she would love to have Bob read every single one of the hundreds of books she owned. Maybe even read some parts out loud in that deep, soothing voice. She would love to hear his take on each plot and watch him blush as he called her the expert and asked for her opinions. She would love to take the book from his hands and pull him down into bed with her.

But she couldn't do that. They were just friends. So instead, she dropped down into the empty seat across from him and said, "Hi, Bob," with a smile she hoped wasn't as sad as she felt.

"Anna." Her name sounded like golden perfection when he said it, and she shivered. "This book... I can't stop reading it. I read it twice already," he said with a little laugh. "How in the world do you always know exactly what I'm going to like?"

Because she felt undeniably drawn to him and his preferences and everything about him.

"Because I'm a professional."

He laughed a little more as his pretty lake-blue eyes followed her cup as she brought it up to her lips. When the ceramic touched her, he looked away as his cheeks grew pink. He pushed the book across the table, and when she reached for it, he said, "Uh, just read that note later, okay?"

When she saw the edge of white paper sticking out from the worn pages, she said, "Sure, Bob."

He cleared his throat a little awkwardly. "Did you hear about the change of venue for tomorrow?"

Anna ducked her head. "Yeah, the girls told me about it at lunch yesterday. A cookout? Bradley wants to show off his new grill?"

Bob nodded and said, "Could be a nice change from the Hard Deck for once."

While he wasn't wrong, Anna hated that she still barely had enough money to make ends meet. San Diego was expensive, and when she asked Advanced Calculus what she could bring with her to their house to contribute to the meal, her friend said to bring hot dog and hamburger buns. Anna was already trying to figure out how to scrape together the ten dollars that would be required when Jessica said she already bought some along with chips and pretzels. When she didn't quite meet Anna's eyes, she knew for a fact that Jessica had figured her out.

"Yeah. I suppose," Anna told Bob. But at least at the Hard Deck, Penny didn't usually even charge her for the three dollar ginger ales. And if she did, one of the guys just put it on their tab like it was nothing. When she showed up empty handed to the cookout, she was going to feel awful that Jessica had covered for her.

"You want another coffee?" Bob asked, standing with his own mug, but Anna shook her head. She couldn't let him pay for another thing. Perhaps deleting multi millionaire Dev Borah's phone number wasn't her best move. Not that she would ever take advantage of someone for their money. Not after what Kevin did to her.

"No. But thank you. I actually can't stay very long today."

Bob nodded before saying, "No worries. I have dinner plans with Suzanne before Mickey picks me up for D&D anyway."

And there it was once again. The reminder that Bob didn't think about that kiss nearly as much as she did. "I hope you have a great time."

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It was late on Saturday night, and he should have been in bed, but Bob had his computer out. He reasoned that he could sleep in as late as he wanted tomorrow before heading to pick up the burgers Bradley asked him to bring for the cookout. He could stay up as long as it took for him to finish this poem and finally post it on PoetsAmongUs after looking at it for weeks.

"What are you doing?" he asked himself softly. Somehow he believed that writing about her specifically would cleanse him of these thoughts, but now he knew he was wrong. He proofread and posted his poem anyway while his skin prickled with need. He'd never experienced the kind of love his friends had, and in spite of all of her hesitations, he could imagine it happening with Anna. If anything, he liked that she seemed cautious and contemplative, he just wished she wasn't still that way toward him.

She made him want to keep leaving her notes in the books he borrowed from her, but she also made him feel like an idiot for wanting to do that. It was maddening. He needed to sleep, but he was too warm, imagining Anna once again in place of his faceless lover while he touched himself. He almost couldn't wait until the day when someone else would take her place in his mind, even if it meant settling.

The next day, he drove his old pickup toward the coast with the burgers and a six pack of ginger ale in tow. The Spanish revival style house that Bradley purchased before he and his wife made things official again was cute with desert landscaping, but she was the one who really made it a home. There was art hanging on the walls in every room, including a panoramic watercolor of the scenery of Virginia. The front bedroom had been turned into her home office, and for some reason, she had Bradley's fraternity paddle hanging in there. The house seemed more lived in now, and Bob knew Bradley was much happier for it.

"Hey, thanks man," Bradley told him, taking the bag of burgers when he got there. He was wearing his hideous Grateful Dead shirt and holding two cans of beer on one hand, but he still managed to give Bob a quick hug. "Sugar's out back, setting up some snacks and just generally looking hot. You want a beer?"

Bob held up the ginger ales in response and said, "Thanks, but I'll just have one of these for now." The last thing he wanted was a hangover like he had after their New Year's Eve party.

"Hi!" Jessica said as she and Jake walked inside, and she made a beeline right for Bob. "Have you given any more thought to how I should paint my barbarian?"

He just smiled as she started to push him through the kitchen toward the back door. "We just played yesterday. I didn't know you'd still be in the mood to talk about your ridiculous D&D character."

"Please," she practically whined. "You know how sensitive my barbarian is."

Bob snorted; truly he never would have expected he and she would have had so much in common, but even Jessica couldn't keep his attention once he saw who Bradley's wife was talking to. Anna had some freckles on her thighs. Her cutoff denim shorts went high enough up her legs that he was treated to the sight of freckles everywhere. And that wasn't all. Not even close. The deep "V" of her shirt revealed that there was a pretty good chance the freckles even trailed down inside her bra.

He wasn't going to survive the cookout if he had to look at her all afternoon. Her red hair was clipped up on top of her head with some sort of claw-shaped thing, and her skin was just everywhere. Her neck and her legs and the swell of her breasts. Her fingernails were burgundy again, just like the first day he saw her. She hadn't even noticed him yet, which was terrible, because if she had, he would have looked away by now. Instead he was given ample opportunity to memorize the way her legs looked as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, shuffling her beat up sneakers a bit along the patio.

"Oh," Jessica whispered, squeezing his bicep gently when he stopped responding to her. "Yeah, that'll do it." Her tone sounded slightly sympathetic, and it made Bob so self conscious. "Let's go say hi."

He shook his head jerkily and muttered, "In a second." Anna was currently laughing, head thrown back in delight, and Bob got the briefest peek at the strip of skin above her shorts and her bellybutton, and his brain actually stopped functioning. When she tipped her head forward again, an overjoyed smile still on her lips, she met his gaze. His brain jump started again as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and he took a step in her direction before he could reconsider.

"Hey, Bob." She sounded a little breathless as she said his name while Bradley's wife smirked at the two of them. But he and Anna were just friends, and he needed to remember that.

"Anna," he replied softly, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. His palms were sweaty, and he knew he was blushing. He'd never make it out of here alive. Not when she was looking at him like that.

She smiled and said, "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"

Bob was already about to agree with whatever she said, because it sounded exactly perfect to him, then he heard someone screeching his name.

"I didn't know you were coming home today," he said in surprise.

"I didn't tell anyone except Bradley. Did I surprise you?" she asked.

"That's an understatement, Nat," he replied, hugging her tighter when she refused to let go. "I missed you."

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Anna couldn't believe how incredible her friend's house was. It was huge and beautiful, and she had a yard. A yard! In California! There was colorful art on the walls, which appeared to be a collection of things that she and Bradley enjoyed. Her office was something Anna could only dream about, and the kitchen was bigger than her whole apartment.

After a tour of the interior, she stood on the patio in the autumn sunlight in a pair of shorts, something she would have never been able to do in New Jersey. Every day seemed to get better than the last, assuming she could keep the intrusive thoughts about Kevin away. And also assuming she could figure out what she was supposed to do about Bob and the growing collection of feelings she seemed to have for him.

"You have to hear what happened in my Differential Equations lecture on Friday afternoon," her friend was saying as they stood near the new grill that would soon be the centerpiece of the afternoon. "You won't even believe it."

Anna listened for a minute to the wild story, bursting into laughter when she learned how her friend thought she was going to have to call the fire department while she was teaching. Then she saw him. Bob was here with his tidy hair and his adorable glasses and his big hands, and like always her brain filled up with the beautiful poetry she loved so much. Somehow it seemed to go together with him. Those stunning words matched the way he made her feel.

She had to bite her lip in an attempt to calm herself down. "Hey, Bob," she managed to say as his cheeks flushed pink.

"Anna."

Oh, she was a mess. She thought about him way too frequently, even taking the time to compile the titles of some books she had read and loved, convincing herself he might like some of them too. "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"

But she stopped mid sentence when she heard some excited chatter behind Bob, and then a woman came running out through the back door. A beautiful woman. Calling his name. Jumping into his arms. Anna was treated to the sight of the woman's lips brushing against Bob's cheek while he held onto her like he was just reunited with the only person he ever cared about. She had to watch as this other woman ran her fingers gently along his skin in exactly the way Anna fantasized about. And when she looked around, nobody seemed concerned by this turn of events, rather they all acted like it was perfectly normal that Bob and this woman were whispering intimately to each other.

Then Anna heard her say, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."

Oh. Well. There was a sour taste in her mouth as she took a step backwards as the rest of the group greeted this mystery woman. Anna was going to have to have words with Advanced Calculus and Advanced Physics after this. Maybe they tried to set her up with Bob, because they didn't like this other woman? That idea vaporized as soon as she saw Jessica embrace her with a bright smile on her face.

Anna felt like her chest was growing tighter by the second, and then Jessica started to pull the pretty brunette toward her. "You have to come meet the newest faculty member from the English department! Dr. Anna Webber."

The woman looked her up and down with dark, appraising eyes and a little smirk set firmly on her lips. Then she stuck out her right hand and said, "I'm Natasha Trace."

The last thing Anna wanted to do right now was shake hands, but Jessica was looking at her with concern, probably wondering why she was just standing there. "It's a pleasure," Anna said with as much conviction as she could muster, shaking hands as briefly as she could.

"You teach at San Diego State too?" Natasha asked as her smirk bloomed into a bigger smile. When Anna nodded, she laughed and added, "What the hell do they put in the water at that school?"

Jessica was beaming now as she said, "Anna gives book recommendations to Bob all the time."

"Really? Is that so?" Natasha asked, still eyeing Anna like a predator would their prey, when Bob appeared with two cans of ginger ale. He gave one to Natasha and then tried to hand the other one to Anna as Natasha said, "I actually read a phenomenal book last month, Bob. I'll write down the title for you."

The uncomfortable feeling was overtaking Anna's whole body now when Natasha leaned a little closer to Bob and softly muttered, "Let me guess... you have a little crush? This happened in my absence?"

Anna turned and went inside, searching for the bathroom she'd seen on the house tour. That woman was mocking her. Anna didn't want to hear any more of that conversation, because it was making her skin crawl. And worse still, she was finally able to identify this feeling as she closed and locked the door and leaned on the sink vanity.

Jealousy.

She was more jealous of this petite brunette who seemed to think Bob's personal space was hers for the taking than she ever was about Kevin and Alyssa. She was beside herself at the idea of another woman giving Bob book recommendations and making fun of his stupid little crush on her.

This was exactly why she should have never let herself have feelings. When she looked in the mirror, she saw tears in her eyes. "Shit," she whispered. She didn't have a car, so she couldn't just discreetly leave. Plus she'd been looking forward to eating something other than one of her sad sandwiches for days.

The jealousy gave way to anger as she wiped her eyes with a tissue and dropped it in the trash can. Her new friends invited her here, and she was going to stay. She wasn't going to let her feelings for Bob Floyd dictate her mood or what she felt she was allowed to do. She wasn't going to let another man run her life like that ever again.

With her head held high, she walked back outside, making it a point to avoid Bob and Natasha at all costs. She willingly had a thirty minute conversation with Jake and Mickey about the Marvel Cinematic Universe as an excuse to keep her distance. Then she and Bradley discussed the extensive musical catalogue of the Grateful Dead while she slowly sipped a beer to try to take the edge off. Then he turned on the grill, and the smell of food cooking had her excited enough that it was becoming easier and easier to ignore Bob.

When she accidentally looked his way, he was already eyeing her with a confused expression. She could pretend all day long that she didn't care what he thought and that she wasn't jealous at all. She could be so stubborn about this. At least all they had between them was that one awkward, fumbled kiss in his truck. It wasn't like she'd slept with him before he ditched her for the much better looking Natasha.

She was still doing a fine job of ignoring both of them when Bradley announced that dinner was ready. Anna took a plate of food and scooted all the way to the end of the rectangular patio table, snagging the spot across from Jessica. She was willing to talk about anything right now, even her friend's physics curriculum that she could barely comprehend, but then Bob was right next to her.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked cautiously, setting his plate next to hers. Anna just shrugged, and then she was enveloped in his clean scent as he eased himself down in the seat with his knee hitting her thigh. She quickly crossed her legs before scooting her chair a few inches to the side away from his. "Are you okay?"

Anna almost laughed as Natasha found a spot on the other side of the table. "I'm just fine," she said before taking a huge bite of her burger and avoiding looking at either of them.

"Right," Bob whispered, frowning down toward his plate as she gave him side eye. "I just... feel like I did something to upset you."

Anna shook her head, and when she was done chewing the delicious food, she said, "Not at all. You're free to make the decisions you want to make. And I'm free to keep my books to myself since you've got other ones now."

Bob looked at her and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

But Anna was well on her way to starting a conversation with Jessica that could probably last for hours. She ignored him as she asked, "Hey, Jess, what's up with that physics professor who just started wearing a toupee?"

"Dr. Leeland!" she screeched before launching into an animated conversation on the topic of her colleague's hair piece just as expected.

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What the hell did he do wrong? All he wanted to do was talk to her about books and look at her freckles. She was sitting right next to him, but he may as well have been on Jupiter with the way she seemed convinced that he wasn't even there at all.

As everyone started to finish eating, Bob washed his food down with the rest of his ginger ale. Maybe he should just head home early. He'd be spending all week at work with Nat, so it wasn't like he was going to miss out on much there. And being around Anna when she wasn't even looking at him made him feel like an idiot for secretly writing poems about her. He sat at the table alone for an extra minute with his head cradled in his hands, then he took his trash inside the house.

Of course Anna was the only other person in the kitchen, helpfully washing the grilling utensils and other things Bradley left in the sink. She glanced his way briefly before continuing with her task, and Bob headed for the trash can. He had the perfect view of the freckles on the backs of her thighs, but he didn't feel like he should be looking now. He stood quietly for a few seconds before deciding that he'd give this one last try before heading out.

"Anna," he said just loud enough that he knew she could hear him over the running water. "Can we talk? I just feel like I did something to upset you? When you started to invite me to the bookstore, I was going to say yes. Obviously I'd love to go with-"

She looked at him over her shoulder, and he went silent at her glare. "Why don't you just go with Natasha instead?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not the kind of thing she and I usually do together."

"Oh?" she asked, her voice dripping with something that made Bob's skin tingle with goosebumps. "Does she usually recommend books while you're out to dinner? Or do you take her to see her favorite movies?"

She turned off the water and faced him without bothering to dry her hands. His lips parted as he watched the furious looking blush that crept along her chest, up her neck, and to her cheeks.

"I don't really do those things with her either," he said slowly, trying to puzzle his way through this. She sounded almost jealous of Nat, but that couldn't be. That didn't make any sense at all. Anna made it clear she didn't want to be with him.

"Well, you're free to do whatever you want, Bob," she said with a shrug, chin held high. "This is why we're just friends. You've already got plenty of women to choose from, like Suzanne and Natasha, and I'm not about to get caught up in another attractive man who seems too good to be true."

She started to duck past him, but Bob blocked her path. "Whoa, whoa! No, you've got it all wrong." She doubled back the other way, but he stepped to the side until she bumped into him. "Suzanne is my elderly neighbor. And Natasha and I are friends," he said quickly, and he was rewarded with Anna's brown eyes snapping up to meet his. "I've known her for years. She's the pilot I usually fly with."

Anna took one stumbling step backwards toward the sink. Her teeth sank into her lip like earlier before she whispered, "Oh." She swallowed hard, drawing Bob's gaze back to the freckles on her neck as her blush grew deeper. "So you're not... into her?"

His voice sounded deep even to his own ears as he promised, "Not even slightly. Not like I'm into you."

The kitchen went so silent that Bob could hear laughter filtering from the patio through the open door, and Anna's expression softened as she took a tiny step forward. Then another one. Then one more before she was launching herself into his arms. Bob could feel her damp hands in his hair as their lips met, and it was nothing like the way they kissed in his truck. She wasn't tentative, and he didn't pull away as she kissed him harder. This time her body was pressed to his, and she moaned softly when he let his hands settle on her hips.

Anna coaxed him impossibly closer with her fingers in his hair and on the back of his neck, and soon he had her pinned against the edge of the counter. He could feel denim rubbing against denim as she parted her lips and wiggled slowly against him. When Bob swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, Anna let him taste her before her lips drifted along to his neck.

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her hips in his hands as his index finger met the soft skin of her lower back. She was sucking gently on the spot just to the left of his Adam's apple, and there was no way she couldn't feel how hard he was getting for her right now.

Those burgundy fingernails were scraping gently along his scalp as he rolled his hips one time against her body. When Anna licked his neck, he forced himself to ask the question that was fluttering around the peripheral of his aroused brain. "Are you going to tell me this is another mistake? Like that night in my truck?"

Anna pulled her lips away from his pulse point long enough to whisper, "It wasn't even a mistake last time. I just couldn't help myself."

Then Bob kissed her lips until she was clinging to him with her back arched against the counter and her hips held tightly in his hands. When he could tell someone was coming inside, he pulled himself away, panting as she tried to chase him for more. He could see the questioning look on her face as he stepped aside just before Mickey and Jake walked inside, arguing about who ate the last hot dog.

Anna turned back toward the sink as she blushed, and Bob was aching to kiss her again. Dying to confirm that she wasn't going to write him off again. He cleared his throat and asked, "Will you let me drive you home later?"

Bob heard her soft laugh and whispered, "Yes." Then with a smile, he took the last can of ginger ale from the refrigerator and set it on the counter next to her. She looked up at him, eyes filled with need as he excused himself back out to the patio where he started to count down the minutes until he could suggest it was late enough to leave.

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birbthebird · 2 years ago

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YEARN

[Lego Monkie Kid]

[NSFW warning]

[Disclaimer: Reader is fem here]

Sun Wukong sat on his couch, watching the show in front of him. Half of his mind was paying attention to the screen ahead of him but the other half was daydreaming about you and him recreating the scene in front of him.

It was a lovey-dovey movie about two characters finding out they’re soulmates destined to be with each other and travel around the world to find each other. It was cliché in the Monkey Kings opinion but he couldn’t help but relate to it a little.

The Great Sage traveled all around the world a majority of his life with no one by his side after the death of his friends, the isolation made him desperate. Searching for a lover to fill his lonely soul and be his queen, he had many lovers in the past but never once did he feel that ‘spark’ that two fated lovers feel when seeing each other for the first time. He thought it’d come with time had he stayed with his partners but it always ended in vain.

Then the time came when he had to find a successor and met MK along with his group of friends, who were actually reincarnations of his old friends in his prime. Such a small world, something the great Sage thought to himself solemnly. A small world but it seems so big when he isn’t able to find his beloved.

Yet just when he was ready to finally let go of his desires, he found you.

A being so divine and so beautiful he thought he was hallucinating, but here you were. In all his glory, standing in front of him with a smile so glorious it could have even the most sinful of demons would repent from seeing your shining person. And the feeling he was chasing for had finally come to him— he couldn’t breath, as if his breath had been lost in his throat. The warmth he felt in his body all transferred to the skin of his face, his heart raced like he was battling a demon but he wasn’t battling a demon, he was his fated one for the first time in all his immortal life.

You.

He knew he needed to woo you before anyone else could, he’d douse you in gold and the finest of jewels. He’d feed you the most fulfilling food that only the gods within the heavens had the privilege to eat. He’d write poetry of his love dedicated to you, only you.

Finding you felt as if everything he had gone through was worth it.

The pain, the agony, the grief, the challenges he had overcome was something he’d go through over and over and over again if it met being graced by your loveliness.

You had been an acquaintance with his successor and friends, stopping by to say hi and drop off things the group might need since you lived close to MK. The fated day you both had met was after the invasion of the Spider Queen, you had ran to MK and his friends at the border to make sure if everyone was okay.

Right before he was about to transform into a hawk and fly away, your voice piqued his interest and when he turned around that’s when he saw you— his fated one.

From that day, his courting attempts were more than obvious of his intentions with you. He’d stop by any chance he’d get to see MK as an excuse, but as soon as his eyes laid on you, he’d turn his attention to you immediately.

“Hey [Y/N]! Funny seeing you here!”

Sun Wukong said excitedly, feeling the butterflies in his stomach flutter around happily.

“We’re here too y’know!” A less then pleased pigsy shouted from behind, making the Monkey turn around irritated.

“Yeah— hey, wassup. Anyways— how have you been, [Y/N]? I heard a new bakery opened if you wanna check it out with me!”

The desperate ape would find any opportunity to hangout with you, any chance to get the two of alone and away from the group so your attention would be on him and only on him. He’d spark up any conversation to find out more about you and in his monkey mind, the more info he gets about you— a greater chance for him to swoon you and make you his.

He wants to be the night and shining armor that saves you from any danger and sweeps you off your feet. He daydreams like school girl at the thought of you kissing his face all over after he saved you from a terrifying demon. When gave even the slightest hint of reception to his attempts, he would be smiling like an idiot and would be jumping up and down in the air in his head.

Wukong chuckled, he could feel the blush rise up to his cheeks as he thought of more…interesting thoughts about you.

His mind wondered deeper as he thought of claiming you his, he’d trace your skin with his tongue and leaves traces of hickeys for everyone to see. You’d moan symphonies of his name for everyone to hear as he fucks you raw and kissed you passionately. God, his touch starved self would wish for you to grip on his hair tightly whilst he held you close as he thrusts into your cunt with his cock. Your slick walls would clamp on his cock as he thought of filling your womb with his seed and see it grow with his kids. He’d gripped your hips tight enough to leaves bruises as he shooter strings of his cum into you.

Wukong drooled at the thought as he felt a pent in his pants grow, his mind no longer paying attention to the movie coming to an end. Wukong excitedly waits for the day you’d be his and return his feelings, until then, his entire being would continue to yearn for you.

Just as he would make you yearn for him the same as him.

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years ago

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Seven Days and Seven Nights

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Will Solace, Apollo, Cabin Seven

A warning, a storm, and Will’s world gets flipped upside-down.

Day eleven of TOApril organised by @ferodactyl, “Storming”. I had a real headache writing present tense yesterday, so naturally I did the same again today because I’m smart like that. I also spent entirely too long coming up with some more Apollo kids to flesh out the numbers in this fic.

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“Don’t leave the cabin. Whatever happens, none of you must leave the cabin.”

This is far from the first time Apollo’s visited Will’s dreams, but it’s the first time he’s done it looking like this. Normally, Apollo’s visits are laid back and chilled, often accompanied by some light-hearted poetry or music. If it’s a warning, it’s more serious, but still nothing like Will’s seeing right now.

Apollo is in full battle armour, clad in gold from head to toe and blindingly bright. Will’s eyes automatically adjust to the sight, but it’s awe-inspiring and also more than a little terrifying. There’s none of the usual jovial expression on his face, not even dancing in the golden pools of his irises. He looks serious, intense in a way Will’s only ever seen in ancient carvings.

“What’s going on?” he finds the courage to ask – this is his dad, the Apollo he knows won’t hurt him for asking a question and Will prays that this is still that same Apollo. He gets a tight look in answer.

“A storm is coming,” his father says, and Will doesn’t think he’s trying to be dramatic but the way his words reverberate through the dreamscape is a little scary anyway. Apollo’s never spoken like this in his dreams before. He feels more like a god than ever. “All of you must stay in the cabin, Will. Do you understand me?”

Golden eyes bore into him and Will feels stripped bare before them. No, he doesn’t understand, he’s confused and scared and in the back of his mind there’s a million logistical nightmares vying for attention – how long, how is he supposed to convince his siblings, what about the other campers, what about food and drink – but he knows better than to disobey a direct command from a god.

He tries to say yes, but as it’s technically a lie and Apollo is currently every inch the formidable god the stories recount, it dies in his throat. “I won’t let anyone leave,” he says instead, which is a truth because he will, even if he doesn’t understand why it’s so important that he has to.

“Good.” It’s not quite relief, but Apollo’s intensity lowers a fraction. “I’ll come for you when it’s safe,” he says. “The cabin will provide for you.” He doesn’t answer Will’s other unspoken question, but the implication is clear: Will is only to worry about his half-siblings. Hopefully that means the other gods are dealing with their children – Will likes to think that Apollo would at least have let him fetch or warn Nico if that wasn’t the case.

“Okay,” he says out loud. “We’ll wait for you, Dad.” It’s a promise that Apollo is going to visit them soon, and despite the concerning situation, that’s never been a bad thing before. Hopefully it won’t be a bad thing now.

“Stay in the cabin,” Apollo repeats, “no matter what happens.”

Will’s yanked into wakefulness by a crash. The sky outside the windows is the darkness before the dawn, the faintest hint of colour starting to absorb the stars in preparation for the sun chariot’s rising, and Apollo kids aren’t supposed to be awake just yet but he’s not the only one the noise woke.

“What was that?” Kayla demands, sharp and alert. On the bunk next to Will’s, Austin is likewise poised in fight or flight mode. Alice is bristling, Sam is straight-backed, and Will wishes the five of them weren’t so conditioned to jump at sudden, unexpected sounds but that was the price for surviving Manhattan.

Yan’s bunk is closest to the door, and in the early-morning gloom Will almost doesn’t notice them slipping over to open it in time.

“Don’t!” he shouts, stumbling out from the restraining blanket and tripping his way to the door. Yan freezes and he takes the opportunity to press his hand against it firmly, making sure it doesn��t open.

“What’s going on?” Jerry asks, yawning. He’s never seen war, just their so-called ‘field trip’ to Nero’s tower last year and there’s a part of Will that’s glad to see some of his siblings aren’t quite as on-edge as their eldest five. It’s still a little too dark to see clearly, and he doesn’t want to leave his post by the door in case one of them slips out while he’s distracted, so he takes a deep breath and lets the faintest amount of light he can control ooze out from beneath his skin.

Most of his siblings haven’t seen this trick of his before, he belatedly realises as wide eyes focus on him. He looks around at all of them – the double-war veterans of Alice, Sam, Austin and Kayla, the single-war veterans of Raphael and Emma, the ones who had fought last summer, Yan, Jerry, Gracie, and the new twins, Merida and Robin – and realises that he’s solely responsible for all of them until Apollo comes. Realises that keeping eleven demigods cooped up inside the cabin for an indeterminate amount of time is going to be all but impossible, but that he doesn’t have a choice.

“Dad visited my dream,” he says, keeping his voice steady and together even as there’s another crash from somewhere outside. Underneath his palm, he can feel the cabin door pulsing slightly with heat and energy. That’s new, but he can’t focus on it. Everyone’s listening to him, because it’s not unusual for Apollo to drop in on their dreams and they all know it, but they don’t usually talk about it.

None of his siblings are dumb; they all know that his actions are directly related to his dream. He can see the fear in the twins’ eyes as they look up at him from where Robin’s crawled into Merida’s bed so they can tangle together. The older the sibling, the longer they’ve been at camp, the more their eyes are filled with resignation over fear.

“We can’t leave the cabin,” he tells them all. “Dad was,” – intense – “very firm about that.”

“What if someone needs help?” Jerry asks. As if to accentuate his little brother’s question, there’s another crash outside and someone screams. The whole cabin surges forwards – they’re not all healers first and foremost, but if there’s one skill Apollo seems determined every single one of his children inherits at least a basic ability in, it’s healing – and only the memory of Apollo’s eyes, gold and terrifying, keep Will from leading the charge.

He swallows against the instinct to see what happened, to see who screamed – he thinks, hopes, it was a dryad, and not a mortal – and stands his ground against the advancing siblings, who stop in clear shock when they realise he’s not joining them, not letting them pass.

“We can’t leave the cabin,” he repeats, and he’s not sure if they’re listening to him or the lump in his throat that makes his voice a little strangled, a little desperate, but they back up.

“What did Dad say?” Alice, his eldest sister at only a few months his junior, prompts. She’s fiddling with her hair, dividing the dyed purple strands exactly away from the natural black in a way he’s seen her do so many times before when she needs something to do with her hands. “Why can’t we leave?”

Will gestures for them all to sit down, and only joins them in the hasty circle they make on the floor once he’s sure none of them are about to bolt for the door. Even then, he makes sure he’s the closest to it, although it doesn’t surprise him that he finds the twins, still entangled together, on one side of him while Gracie curls up against the other. They’re all siblings, all family, but time and trauma has left its mark on them all – Alice and Sam press against each other, with Kayla and Austin right beside them. Once upon a time, Will might have been part of that group, but being head counsellor means he has to be there for the younger ones, the ones who didn’t see Michael swept off of a shattered bridge and hunted for hours for a body that was never found. Raphael and Emma likewise huddle together, bonded by their shared trauma of being in camp scant months before the final battle of the second gigantomachy, while Yan and Jerry have been inseparable ever since they arrived at camp together.

“He told me there’s going to be a storm,” he says, feeling Gracie shiver against him and resting a hand on Robin’s shoulder when the young boy whimpers. “We can’t leave the cabin until he comes for us, no matter what happens.”

“Dad’s coming?” Emma asks, her voice little louder than a whisper. There’s a strand of hope in the air suddenly, even if it’s tinged with a little bit of confusion. Apollo doesn’t usually let them know in advance.

Will nods, and even manages to pull on a small smile for her. “He’ll be here when the storm’s over.”

“Did he say what this storm is?” Kayla asks, leaning forwards a little. She’s one that will hate the confinement the most – their cabin is well-equipped for most of Apollo’s arts, but it’s not big enough to have an indoor range and it’s a bad day when Kayla can’t get her hands on her bow and ruin a few bullseyes.

“No,” he admits, then pauses, wondering how much more would be wise to say. He doesn’t think any of them would benefit from hearing that Apollo was dressed for war, not when half of them have nightmares about the wars they’ve lived through and the other half are too young to be forced to face that reality, if Will has any say in the matter. “But I think it’ll be a big one.”

He’s proven right a few hours later, after he’s chivvied them back to bed to ostensibly get more sleep – not that any of them can, or will, with the occasional crashes and screams from outside their cabin – and they’re back in their circle on the floor, picking at the breakfast that’s materialised in the middle.

None of them had known the cabin could do that. Will wonders if it’s an emergency feature.

No-one comes banging on their door to summon them for breakfast, or to ask why no-one from the Apollo cabin are up despite the sun being well above the horizon, which Will decides to take as proof that the other cabins are under similar instructions from their own parents. That’s a thought that’s both comforting and terrifying – they’re not being singled out, but why do the gods think it isn’t safe for them to even leave their cabins?

The question comes when the heavens open. Alice had pushed a window open earlier, rolling her eyes at Will when he tensed (“I’m not going out, but I want some fresh air”), and they get no warning before the rain is lashing down and in. Sam lunges for it, slamming the windows shut and getting a face full of water in the process, drenching his hair in no time at all. All of them stare, open-mouthed, at the deluge.

Will has seen it rain at camp only rarely. There are the days set aside by Mr D. so that the strawberry fields get enough water, and he can remember the affair surrounding the stolen master bolt, but even then, the rain had never been this torrential. It’s falling in sheets rather than drops, the water thick enough that it feels more like a tidal wave from the sky than simply rain.

He has to admit, when Apollo said storm, he hadn’t thought he had meant a literal one, but it seems that that’s the case. The crashes from before dawn are still a mystery – he can’t see any damage out of the cabin’s windows, but he can see that the Ares cabin is boarded up tightly as though they’re expecting a siege and that there are so few signs of life in the Hephaestus cabin that the campers there must have literally gone underground. The rain is too thick to see across to the female cabins; even the silver sheen of cabin eight is little more than a muffled blur beyond the deluge. He can’t make out cabin ten’s pink curtains, and the no-nonsense grey of cabin six is perfectly camouflaged by the weather.

They get no warning before their cabin echoes with a thunderous crack that travels through the walls and rattles the windows. At the same instance, bright light, white in the way that white is every colour put together and turned up to a maximum that sears even the eyes of Apollo kids, flashes for a split second.

Half the cabin screams. Will isn’t one of them, but his heart is suddenly somewhere in his mouth and thudding viciously enough that he’s almost certain it’s about to explode despite the medical improbability. The twins start crying, maybe too young to understand exactly what it means but scared nonetheless. They’re not the only ones; Raphael is shaking and Alice takes a sobbing Emma under her arm while Will once again finds himself with an armful of Gracie.

His eyes lock with Austin and Kayla, but it’s Sam who says it.

“Did we just get struck by lightning?” Will’s glad he keeps the god’s name out of it, but for those of them who have been around camp long enough to know how storms work, especially when it comes to the weather at Camp Half-Blood, it’s no comfort. Lightning doesn’t just strike at random, and certainly not in an area Zeus keeps a close eye on.

This storm is more than a storm, and Will doesn’t know exactly what’s going on but lightning striking their cabin just after Apollo leaves him with strict orders whilst wearing his full armour paints an unmistakable image. The gods are at war, and it doesn’t seem like Zeus and Apollo are on the same side.

If any of them take so much as a single step out of their cabin, a place that’s always felt comfortable but now Will’s starting to suspect there’s more to the cabins than simply being places for demigod children to live – and in hindsight he thinks maybe he should have realised that earlier; the presence of Apollo’s sacred flowers might as well be a glowing beacon of sacred land – they’re going to die. Zeus never hesitated with Asclepius; he won’t hesitate with them.

Alice doesn’t mention wanting fresh air again.

Will coaxes Gracie into letting go of him and clinging to Jerry instead long enough to make a round of the cabin, checking that the door and windows are all sealed tight, even the small frosted one in the bathroom, before yanking rarely-used curtains closed to block out the weather.

There’s another blinding crack of lightning as he closes the curtains by his bunk and he feels the walls of the cabin vibrate a little. It almost seems defiant, as though swearing that the lightning won’t get through to the vulnerable mortals inside. Another hint that there’s more to the cabin than Will has ever stopped to think about before.

With their curtains all closed, the cabin is plunged into near-darkness again. To the surprise of most people, the Apollo cabin curtains are blackout ones, designed to keep light out. It’s why they don’t use them much – they’re all children of the sun – but they come in very useful for recording videos or when overworked healers need to crash out during the day. Will turns on the lights before returning to the huddle of his siblings.

There’s not much they can all do together, and none of them want to be apart when it’s clear the lord of the skies is trying to obliterate their cabin and them along with it, but sitting in silence isn’t helping any of them. Austin’s first to brave leaving their circle long enough to retrieve his saxophone from under his bed, and Alice quickly follows to get her oboe. Raphael drags his double bass out from the little nook in the corner that Will knows most cabins use as head counsellor space but Apollo cabin converted to instrument storage when Lee took over, and Gracie tugs Will to accompany her as she umms and aahs over which of her drums she wants to play. By the time she’s chosen a djembe, Yan’s collected their pipa and Emma’s strumming chords on her harp. Sam tunes his acoustic guitar – the electric ones notably hidden a little further back – and Will’s always been amazed at how well his siblings can pull together their favourite instruments to make an unorthodox but charming ensemble.

His own musical talents are firmly designated as inappropriate for pleasurable listening, and Jerry’s not much for singing either although he and the twins don’t mind tapping the beat on the floor. Most people forget that Kayla’s got the voice of an angel because she doesn’t use it much, but as Will’s siblings shift from tuning into old campfire favourites she takes the vocal lead.

There’s power in music. It isn’t the same power that flows through Will when he heals, or allows Nico to slip through shadows. It’s older, purer than those. Music ties directly to emotions, to the heart and mind, and skilled musicians can play emotions with every note. Will’s seen Apollo do it, but he’s also seen his siblings perform similar feats.

Not even they can drown out the thunderous storm above them, nor ignore the cracks as their cabin is periodically assaulted, but they can play upbeat tunes, sing songs of warmth and happy times, and stave off the worst of the fear each noise puts into their hearts.

The storm rages for seven days and seven nights. Even they can’t keep up a stream of music so constantly, or even in shifts, but they dig deeper into the nook in the corner and find a dartboard. It’s not quite as good as standing out on the range with bows, but the twins proudly trounce Kayla again and again and again until she concedes defeat that she is not the queen of all ranged weapons, although no-one disparages her claim to queen of archery. Sam and Yan fare better against the twins in a more even contest, and it quickly becomes apparent that Will’s better off not trying unless he also wants to practice his healing.

He doesn’t mind; there are books to read and younger siblings to distract and tell stories to, and whenever a sibling picks up an instrument he’s always first in line to listen. Board games are discovered and alliances drawn. The cabin keeps them fed and watered and while Will knows that none of them like being cooped up near enough on top of each other, the ongoing storm outside quells any and all temptation to try and get some space by leaving the sanctuary – because there’s no doubt that that’s what it is – of their cabin.

Will is terrified at the implications of the godly war he knows is going on outside. Haven’t they been through enough wars already? At least this time the demigods aren’t being called to fight, but they’re still far from uninvolved if the frequency with which Zeus is trying to blast them is taken into account. He knows it’s not just them – not every crack is right over their head, other cabins are clearly being blasted as well and Will hopes it’s not just cabin seven that’s withstanding the onslaught – but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.

Apollo is barely a year out from his latest punishment. This seems far too soon for him to be rocking the boat again, and that tells Will that something else is going on. He’s not sure if he wants to know what, but he’s holding Apollo to the promise that he’ll come and get them when it’s safe, because that means Apollo will be safe, too.

There’s an earthquake on the dawn of the eighth day, shaking them around so vigorously that Raphael nearly falls out of his top bunk and Kayla curses as spare archery tabs and bow slings spill from her bunk to the floor. The light fixtures in the ceiling swing about, casting ever-moving and disturbing shadows across the walls because they haven’t dared turn the lights off even when they try to sleep – even the blackout curtains aren’t enough to hide the sharp flashes of lightning, but it’s harder to see if the interior is well-lit.

Will waits until the tremors die down before picking his way through the mess of their cabin – luckily no instruments have fallen over, although Emma’s harp is leaning against the wall in a way it wasn’t earlier, but there are some darts rolling around and a board game with lots of pieces has managed to fall off the bookcase it had been perched on. His first priority are his siblings, but while both literally and figuratively shaken – the twins are close to tears again, and he knows from the white faces of his older siblings that the quake has brought back memories of a bridge that he, too, is desperately fighting against allowing to take over his mind – no-one is hurt so he redirects his energy into cleaning up.

The others are quick to help, which is a sign of the apocalypse in its own right because Will has never been able to corral his siblings into tidying for cabin inspection without multiple complaints and too many stray clothes being stuffed under bunks rather than put away neatly, and it isn’t long before the cabin is put to rights again. Emma’s harp is rescued and she immediately abandons the rest of them to their cleaning as she checks it for damage. Will can’t complain when she starts to play, testing the tuning and giving them some background noise to chase away the silence.

It's only once they’re done that the silence registers properly. It hasn’t been silent for a week, not for seven days and seven nights. Not with the rain sheeting down and lightning persistently trying to explode their cabin into pieces. There’s been no rain and no lightning since the earthquake, and Will cautiously ducks his head the other side of the blackout fabric to look out of one of the windows, aware of all eleven siblings watching him with varying degrees of terror.

Camp is flooded. That shouldn’t be a surprise considering how much rain has fallen, but it’s still a shock to see. The waters are flowing towards the Sound in a way that doesn’t entirely look natural, leaving Will with the impression that they’re an island in the middle of a river, and part of him wonders just how close the water level got to reaching the bottom of the cabin door – or if it did, and that keeping the door closed was the only thing that saved them from being flooded out.

The rain truly has stopped, though. The skies are clear – blue and cloudless the way Camp’s skies almost always should be – and aside from the receding flood there’s no sign of the storm they’ve been hiding from for seven days and seven nights.

He’d picked the window at random – it was just the closest one to where he’d been standing – which happens to be one that faces away from the green, so he’s as startled as the rest when there’s the distinctive yet missed sound of their door opening. Twelve on-edge demigods immediately snap into action, the youngest chivvied to the back of the cabin while Will plants himself firmly at the head of the pack. He’s not the best warrior amongst them, but he’s their big brother and that carries far more weight.

It's difficult not to get his hopes up, though. The storm has clearly passed, and with how much of a protective sanctuary the cabin has proven to be it seems unlikely that just anyone is going to wander in. He can feel similar sentiments from his siblings behind him. After all, Apollo did say he’d come when it was over.

The figure revealed by the open door is bright. Gold armour splattered with more gold greets them, but they’re Apollo kids and they can handle a little bit of bright.

It’s their father. Even if the golden armour wasn’t instantly recognisable, there’s no way Will could ever mistake the equally-gold hair tied back in a manbun that was probably perfect before whatever fight he’s just fought but is half-falling down now and aura of warmth that instantly floods the inside of their cabin.

There are signs that things aren’t quite right; the ichor splattered across Apollo, both his armour and visible body, might not be his but equally could be. The armour itself is singed and dented, with some areas of plating completely missing, and there’s a bit of a weariness to his stance that wasn’t in Will’s dream.

But it’s Apollo, and Will’s crossing the distance to him before he really has a chance to think about what he’s doing. Apollo’s eyes – still molten gold rather than the blue Will’s most used to – deliberately land on him and then eleven other targets behind him, and the ghost of a smile passes over his face.

“You’re all alright,” he says, and it’s clearly relief that his body language is broadcasting as he pulls Will in for a hug. The ichor stings his skin but Will doesn’t care and clearly Apollo’s forgotten about it.

“Dad!” It’s a chorus from behind him and then Will’s part of a group huddle. Normally he’d pull back and let the younger, smaller ones be sandwiched in the middle, but he’s still got enough presence of mind to not want to expose them to more ichor than necessary so he stays in the centre as a human shield and notices Alice and Sam positioning themselves to catch most of the ichor on Apollo’s arms.

If the younger ones realise what they’re doing, they don’t mention it.

Apollo doesn’t let them go for several minutes, and none of them wriggle to escape any earlier. It’s only when Kayla asks, “what happened?” that their father reluctantly steps back.

“It’ll be easier to show you,” he says. “Come on out.” He turns and leads the way out of the cabin, and Will’s hot on his heels with his siblings close behind. There are noises of amazement at the sight of the water running through Camp, but Apollo doesn’t comment. Instead he steps to one side, and Will’s jaw drops.

When Will first arrived at camp, nine years ago, there had been twelve cabins. That number had swollen to twenty after the second titanomachy and he knows there are contingency plans in place to add more as children from more and more gods trickle into camp.

There are nineteen, now.

Hera’s cabin stands proud at the head of the horseshoe in alabaster, looking like the shrine it really is. That’s nothing unusual; it’s been the same for as long as Will can remember, and no doubt centuries if not millennia before he was born.

Next to it is a pile of rubble.

Cabin one, the greatest and grandest of them all, is no more. It’s been shattered beyond all reasonable repair, and that seems impossible when cabin seven’s withstood more lightning strikes than Will could count. Struck by a thought, he turns to look back at his own cabin, but the gold still gleams as brightly as Apollo’s armour. It’s untarnished, the way gold unapologetically always is, and it feels like defiance. You couldn’t break me, the cabin boasts, and Will tears his eyes away to look at the remains of cabin one again.

“What happened?” Alice is the one to ask the question, and her voice shakes. Will wonders if she’s seeing the same destruction of Olympus that’s threatening to overlay his vision. Behind him, Austin and Kayla are huddled with Sam, who’s got a hand on Alice’s arm.

If Will wasn’t at the front of the pack, he’d join them.

“Revolution.” Apollo says it simply, like that single word doesn’t shatter everything Will knows about the pantheon, about Zeus being the undisputed ruler of Olympus. “This is only the beginning,” the god continues. His eyes, Will sees, are as focused on the rubble as his siblings’. Will would rather look at his father than the destruction that’s too much like the nightmare of three years ago. “The entire system needs to be torn down and rebuilt from scratch. It’ll probably take decades, if not centuries, before it’s finished.” He sighs. “But the first step is done.”

Will glances at the rubble again, but his attention is caught by movement as other campers start emerging from their own cabins. Some have godly parents with them – he sees Hermes, talking with Connor at the head of the gaggle of cabin eleven kids, and Athena leading Malcolm and her other children like obedient ducklings – and some don’t, but all of them are gawking at the impossible sight.

“What happened to him?” he asks, returning his attention to Apollo’s face in time to see his jaw clench.

“History repeated itself,” the god says heavily. “He refused to listen, refused to stand down, refused to see. We were not eager to have a repeat of the past two wars in a few millennia, and elected to cast him down into Chaos.” Apollo doesn’t seem happy about it, Will thinks, even though he knows Zeus was hardly a good father. Still, if there’s something he learnt from the Lester fiasco, it’s that Apollo forms tight bonds, regardless of whether they’re good or ill.

“What does it mean for us?” is his next question, because he can’t imagine that they’ll be unaffected by the changes.

Apollo looks away from the rubble and meets his eyes. A ghost of a smile flickers across his face again, something genuine beneath the turmoil of whatever he’s seen and done. “It means no more limits on how often I can visit you,” he says as though that’s the most important thing that could possibly come out of this. Will can’t dispute the claim, because that… that’s huge, and Apollo isn’t even done talking. “It means I can help you when you need me. It means I have more agency when it comes to keeping you safe. Some of the Ancient Laws are important,” he admits, “but several of us have chafed against the restrictions surrounding our own children for millennia. The Laws surrounding our interference with other demigods… those will likely stay, but the Laws about our own…” He smiles, but it’s the smile of a warrior, a hunter, a predator. “I’d like to see someone try and tell me I can’t.”

He looks terrifying, Will decides. It’s not often that they see Apollo the God in all his fierce glory – that’s not a facet he likes to show them when he can be the laid-back and kinda cool dad instead – and moments like this drive home just how powerful his father is. It’s almost beyond comprehension, and it’s terrifying, but it’s also comforting, because that terrifying god is on their side, openly and unapologetically.

And now there’s no laws to hold him back.

Will looks at the rubble again; there’s no power left in those stones now, they’re just blocks of marble with no special meaning that the water is slowly carrying away. Then he looks at his siblings behind him, all still with wide eyes and open mouths as they struggle to comprehend the enormity of the bombshell Apollo’s just dropped on them. Finally, he looks at his dad again, a little battered because Zeus clearly didn’t go down without a hell of a fight but standing taller and firmer than Will has ever seen him, and realises he’s never felt safer.

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Pairing: Future Got7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU Rating: PG Summary: Your mom gives you a SeoulMate device that pairs you with seven users. Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: None.

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It was cold enough to give you goosebumps. The sun peeked over the tops of the trees revealing little drops of dew on the grass around the patio. You sat in a patio chair and pulled up another to prop your feet on. Birds chirped, welcoming the warmth of the sun. Cars honked in the distance as Friday morning rush hour began.

You adjusted the notebook on your lap, adjusting your arm so you could write comfortably. With a deep breath, you wrote the first word. Soon, more came and before you were aware of it, you’d filled the page and needed to turn over to a clean sheet. This was your escape. When the world seemed to close in on you, drowning you in sorrows and regrets, you’d write poetry. You’d turn the ugliness inside into something tangible. It was a way to cleanse your heart of the heavy stuff. A way to keep going.

Truth be told, since graduating from high school, you were never hit with a lightbulb moment that led you to that thing you wanted to do with your life. You had an interest in many things, but nothing you could see yourself doing for money. For a career. Nothing seemed like it was good enough. Something you could be proud of if someone asked.

Still, your dad pressured you to go to college. General Studies seemed like a good idea at the time…

You exhaled hard, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. You wouldn’t cry again. You don’t need his approval. You don’t need anyone’s approval. You don’t need anyone.

Yet, the tears still flowed.

‘Why am I like this?’ you thought miserably.

The patio door slid open. Mama poked her head out, “You’re up early. I thought you’d be in bed.”

You blinked rapidly in some attempt to dry your eyes before you looked at her. “No. I felt like writing.”

Her gaze lingered on your face for a bit longer than necessary, and she disappeared behind the blinds. You looked back at your notebook, annoyed to see tear stains on the page. Again. One day, you’ll write something that doesn’t make you cry. Dishes clinked and clanked as Mama moved around in the kitchen. You caught her mumbling to herself and, for a brief moment, wondered if you’d pissed her off, too.

You were in the middle of a new poem when she came back outside. “You looked like you needed this.” She set a cup of tea in front of you as she placed her own cup down in front of an empty chair.

“Thanks, Mama.” You took a second to admire the steam that rose from the smooth pink porcelain cup before blowing it away. She took a seat next to you. “I do.”

She hummed and pulled a small, rectangular white box from under her arm. She placed it on the table between you. SEOULMATE. Mama picked up her cup with care and blew on it, stirring her drink with a small spoon. “Have you heard of it?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you eyed the box. “There’s all sorts of reviews on it on YouTube. It helps you locate and contact your soulmate. It’s being promoted by one of my favorite Kpop groups, GOT7.” The pieces clicked, and you frowned. “You want me to find my soulmate?”

She nodded and put her cup down with a sad frown. “I feel like I should do more to protect you, but I just don’t know how without going to jail.”

You squeezed her hand, touched. She rarely cried in front of you or Aubrey. “Mama, don’t. You’re doing everything you can. And I appreciate and love you for it.”

Mama wiped her eyes. “I thought this might make up for the shit storm of parenting we’re doing. I planned to give it to you later, but after last night, I thought you could use a positive distraction.” She pushed the box towards you. “So take it. Go find your person.”

“And then what?” You looked at her. “I don’t wanna leave you to deal with him on your own.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “I can deal with him just fine. Besides, I have Aubrey as backup. But you,” she stood up and came around the table to take your face in her hands, “you need a break. I know school’s tough. You didn’t say anything, but I could tell his words cut you.” She kissed your forehead and let go. “I’ll keep telling you until I turn blue in the face, but baby, you gotta do what makes you happy. You! Do you remember how many times I asked if you were sure about college? About taking general studies?”

“Yes, Ma.” You nodded, a small smile curving your lips. “You were relentless.”

“You know why? Because I had a feeling your heart wasn’t in it. You were just going to be going. So I let you be. But now,” she leaned down and hugged you, “I’m begging you to be nicer to yourself. If you can’t pass the class, it’s okay. If you need to take it again, it’s okay.”

“Mama, I can’t afford another semester. I have to pass. It’s now or never for me.” You looked up at her.

“We’ll figure out a way to pay for your classes. Don’t sacrifice your mind and soul for this, _____. Please?” She picked up the box and put it in your hands. “Give yourself a break and meet someone new. Your life story needs a new, happier chapter.”

You laughed out loud as she patted you on the head then danced back inside, closing the door behind her. You stared at the box for a while. The chill in the air had disappeared, and the sun hung above the trees. A brown baby bird landed on the fence and chirped before taking off to join other little birds like it. Okay. You could at least humor her. You opened the box with care, breaking the sticker seal. Inside sat a simple smartwatch with a smooth black surface and white leather straps. It matched a bracelet you’d gotten from Wish, so that was a plus.

The face was cold to the touch. You glanced over the instructions and turned it on. Setting it up was easy. All it asked you to do was install the app and put the watch on. It paired after the second attempt, then vibrated as it did its scan. You held your breath as an hourglass appeared on its face, turning upside down every minute while it searched the database for your soulmate.

Your soulmate. What if you didn’t have one? What if you did?

Then it let out a cute chirp. And then another. And another. And another— “What the hell?” You stared at it as it chimed seven times in total. Maybe there were messages from your soulmate waiting for you to receive them. You smirked at the thought of your soulmate being eager. You tapped the screen, and it lit up with a message that took up the whole screen.

7 PAIRS FOUND

Seven? Your shoulders slumped. “Great. A glitch.” Though you figured something like this could happen, you were still a little bummed. You dug through the user manual to find the customer service number. After an hour on the phone troubleshooting the device and resetting it four times, it still said you had seven soulmates. Seven different people, each with their own unique ID in the database. When the operator had followed every trick in the book, she put you on hold briefly to check with her supervisor for other options.

She never came back on the line. Instead, it beeped when the call disconnected. You called back five times but kept getting a busy signal. You huffed. You wondered what the others who’d been paired with you had to say about this.

With your phone in your hands, you closed your eyes and thought of what you should say. Should you play it cool? But what if it seems like you’re not interested? Okay, then you should show your excitement with lots of emojis. Ugh, but then it may look like you’re too excited. You weren’t excited. This was fucked up. Shit.

You opened the message center and composed a group chat with all seven of them. You exhaled and typed up the first thing that came to mind.

[You:] Has anyone contacted customer service yet? I got hung up on.

You expected a message back, but you got nothing. Okay. Well, it was early. They could be at work. Maybe they didn’t get the notification. If they were on the other side of the world, maybe they were asleep. Someone was bound to answer. Patience. You had to be patient and just give them some time.

You could do that.

Meanwhile…

It was always the energy of the crowd that did it for him. Yugyeom could swear he was powered by the love and excitement their fans showed. Even now, there was only a small fraction of their entire fandom lined up to meet them, yet they were loud. Their cheers were deafening as GOT7 crossed the small stage and took their assigned seats at the tables.

Yugyeom plopped down into his chair between BamBam and Youngjae, both of whom were already fidgeting restlessly. He understood their anxiety. The past meets had taught them to be careful, wary of even the slightest movement. Put on a bright smile and be ready to console.

Their leader was the only one brave enough to be first in line. Or at least Yugyeom thought so. Jaebeom was always ready to make that sacrifice for them. That was one of the many reasons Yugyeom admired him so much.

The first person stepped onto the stage and the main event began. Yugyeom sat up straight and watched the young girl push her sleeve back, revealing her pink SeoulMate. It looked like an ordinary smartwatch from where he sat. Before she got within arms length of Jaebeom, Yugyeom’s wrist began to vibrate and chime. The sound echoed in the loud room. He looked at his SeoulMate, eyes wide with disbelief.

PAIR FOUND

The world around him fell away as the words sunk in. He had a soulmate. He had someone! The giddy joy he felt disappeared when he turned to BamBam and saw his best friend also looking at his SeoulMate. Sound slowly faded back in and he nearly lost his hearing. The crowd was going nuts, a mixture of outraged screams and jeers. The security guards were the only barrier between the group and the mob that had once been their happy fans.

“What?” Yugyeom turned to Youngjae who’d jumped out of his chair at Mark’s request. Yugyeom stood too and Youngjae steered him towards BamBam. The group rushed off the stage, narrowly missing the first flying shoe.

The staff rushed to barricade the door behind them with tables and chairs. It was quieter backstage, and it was then that Yugyeom could hear the steady chorus of chimes and insistent buzzing of the other six SeoulMates in the room.

“Is this for real?” Mark tapped at his screen cautiously as if the thing would explode.

Jinyoung scoffed. “Of course not.” He pushed his device off his wrist and held it away from him. “How do I shut it up? It isn’t supposed to go off for this long, is it?”

“It isn’t entirely impossible.” Jackson failed to hide his joy.

“Yeah, but all of us? At the exact same moment?” BamBam eyed his device warily. “It’s an obvious glitch. More importantly, what about the event? JB, did you even touch her hand?”

Jaebeom shook his head. “No. Whatever this,” he shook his wrist, “is has nothing to do with any of the people out there.”

“So, what do we do?” Youngjae looked at each of them. “Say it’s an error. How do we fix it and what do we do about the schedule? There’s an angry crowd out there that may not listen to reason. But if it isn’t an error—”

“It is an error. No question about it.” Jinyoung took a step forward, and when he had everyone’s attention, he continued, “It simply isn’t possible for us to all be paired at the same time.”

Jaebeom nodded. “He’s right. This is too big of a coincidence.” He turned to one of the coordinators who worked for SeoulMate and was in charge of their events. “How quickly can tech support get our devices fixed? If we make good time, we can finish the event without going over budget.”

The woman nodded and pulled out her phone. “I’m on it.”

“And the crowd? Someone’s gotta go out there and talk them down.” BamBam pointed at the door.

Yugyeom looked at Jinyoung out of the corner of his eye and subtly pointed at him, “Send him. He can turn anyone to stone with that glare.”

“We’re being serious here!” Jinyoung snapped.

“Exhibit A.” Yugyeom sidestepped away from him. “Besides, if I’m wrong, he has—what—eight more lives?”

“Wait.” Jackson stopped Jinyoung from taking another step. “Our devices might be messing up, but shouldn’t their devices still function? I mean, the ones that do the simple scan aren’t affected by database issues. It compares the user’s atoms to whomever it scans!”

“He’s right!” Youngjae chimed in. “We can continue with those while the issue with ours is fixed. After that, we can perform the song.”

It was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Yugyeom was confident they’d make it through this. But, of course, it was often too easy to forget they didn’t have that kind of control. Their head manager, Seungjoon, broke through their little circle with a grim look on his normally cheerful face. “Bad news, guys.”

Jaebeom groaned. “Don’t tell me. He called.”

Seungjoon nodded. “He wants us to pack up and hit the road. We can’t afford any delays. That and if the crowd ‘can’t act civilized,’ then they don’t deserve the opportunity.”

“It’s not their fault.” Jaebeom closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “If it’s a technical issue then the company he agreed to do business with should take on the financial burden. These people take off from school and work for these events!”

Seungjoon held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just passing on the order. In the meantime, ignore the device. Don’t send any messages and certainly do not respond to them. Now, go hit up makeup and wardrobe so we can get out of here.” Seungjoon turned and headed to the staff.

Yugyeom waited until he was sure Seungjoon was out of earshot before speaking up. “Are we really leaving them with no explanation?” Everyone turned to Jaebeom, waiting for his response.

He bit his bottom lip and looked at his SeoulMate, still buzzing on his wrist. “We…we don’t have a choice. It isn’t our money. Knowing them, they have a statement already drafted up, anyway.”

The group nodded solemnly and dispersed into the flurry of movement around them. Yugyeom didn’t move. He made sure no one was looking and took another peek at his device. Who did he pair with? User number 20140116. He read the number over and over, just to be sure he wasn’t wrong. But no, it was as sure as the sun in the sky. What were the odds? He knew he could a bit too idealistic at times, but this was insane. Beyond coincidence and free-falling straight into uncanny valley.

Maybe they each had a different pairing. To his knowledge, no one had checked their user pair except for him. Maybe this special person, with a number etched into his own heart, was meant for him. He believed in logic and such, but destiny was a real thing, too.

“Yugyeom!” Jaebeom bellowed over the sea of heads between them. “Get moving!”

Yugyeom huffed and gave him a thumbs up. ‘Later’, he told himself, ‘I’ll see how this plays out.’

The financial success of the SeoulMate technology was imperative. Any future expansion hinged on getting more investors for the research. The last thing Chahong wanted to hear about was technical issues. He was in his office going over the day’s data when his personal phone rang. Not many people had the number.

Park J.Y.

Surprising. He picked up on the fourth ring. “Yes?”

“You said your product was reliable. Fail-proof!” Park’s voice was little more than a hiss. “If this damages the label’s image, you’ll be neck-deep in a defamation lawsuit.”

“What do you mean? Has something happened?” Chahong asked as his assistant, Clara, rushed in with her tablet.

“How can you not be up to date on the tour?” Park was exasperated. “It’s all over the internet, the news!”

Chahong picked up the remote on the corner of his desk and turned on the flat-screen TV. At the same time, Clara handed her tablet over. The headlines were all over the place but focused on a central topic: GOT7 all had soulmates. “What?”

Chahong clued back into Park’s ranting. “Our agreement was the devices they wear are simply props! They shouldn’t even be functional.”

“No, our agreement was for them to wear the actual product to help build the user database. They can’t do that with fakes, Mr. Park.” Chahong swiped through the pages of data on Clara’s tablet. “From the looks of it, they’ve all synced to the same user.”

“So, what? Did someone hack your system?”

Chahong scoffed. “Impossible. We operate on personal servers separate from public use. The satellites and firewalls are impenetrable from the outside. Anything changed or set in the database is marked with the employee’s credentials. User 20140116 has no edits.”

“You plan to fix this, right?” Park growled. “If it gets out that they all share the same soulmate, it’ll ruin all of us.”

“I’ll look into it right away.” He tapped his chin. “Though I’ll need time to get to the bottom of this.”

“How much time? They can’t put their future events on hold for this.” Chahong heard paper rustling. “And we’ll need the earnings from this to fund them.”

Once again, Chahong was baffled by JYP Entertainment’s secret financial mess. The company was one of the big three labels in the Kpop music industry. Yet, JYP was barely keeping its head above water. It was the main reason his financial advisors suggested striking a deal with them.

“Look,” Chahong sat down, “our PR team will handle the press and internet. It’s a simple glitch that can likely be fixed with a reboot, or at worst, a reset. If anything, it’ll drive up sales. Buyers, specifically their fans, will have proof their devices are on and working.”

“You’d better hope so, Hwan. I mean it. I won’t hesitate to drag your ass to court.”

Chahong sighed. “You’re a lovely business partner. Goodbye, Park.” He put the phone face down on the desk, ending the call. He watched the wild, raw video of the now infamous SeoulMate event. It went from calm to chaos in the blink of an eye. Luckily, no one was hurt, but the speculation was running rampant from station to station. Though many suspected a technical flaw, a small few had correctly guessed the truth.

Huh. Seven people with the same soulmate. Who didn’t sync with each other. He sat in silence for a few minutes with Clara watching him spin slowly in his chair.

“And we’re sure no one’s done anything? From the inside?”

She nodded. “I checked everyone’s data entry history. Security went over the footage from the server room.”

Chahong nodded. He would have done the same. “Have them check again. Just in case.” She nodded and left. He picked up the tablet and stared at the data. It bugged him to no end. If the pairings were real, why didn’t the group trigger for each other? If they were all part of the same soul, how had his technology failed to see the connection?

Something wasn’t right. Worst still, he felt like the reason was staring him in the face and laughing.

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