#and ares was there backing and hyping him every step of the way

[haveihitanerve]

Ripred: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Gregor: Mine just says "gregor, no." Ripred: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Nyx

Nyx is a primordial goddess and the Greek personification of Night - the mother of Hypnos, Thanatos, Nemesis, and many more. She's a mysterious figure in their mythos as there's little surviving info about her cult. What is known, however, is that she was portrayed as beautiful, powerful, and feared by Zeus himself.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Lucifer 

What happens when you take a being born from the darkness and place them in a realm of eternal night…?

The answer came when the MC first stepped out of the portal. Everyone in the room was wholly expecting a normal-looking, confused human they could get up to speed, however…

The MC's skin suddenly darkened until it was as black as a shadow, their clothes levitated around them as if they were defying gravity, and glimmering speckles dotted their skin like twinkling stars.

Even their eyes turned a pure, glowing white without irises or pupils… Like two crowning stars locked into a body made from the shimmering night sky...

They weren't human. At the time, Lucifer wasn't even sure he could say what they were... Breathtaking, certainly, but there was something else about them that he couldn't place… something… foreboding...

Diavolo must have had the same unease because Barbatos was put in charge of monitoring them. The butler would send reports to them both and the results would range from benign to nerve-racking...

They kept their distance from his brothers and most people, but their power seemed immense... Barbs would report seeing them making small items float or summoning a meteor shower from their fingertips!

Lucifer ended up actually tasting their powers only once. When they stepped in to protect Beel and Luke and he went to attack them…

The whole House began to shake and the candles of the tomb started going out one by one as the air grew intolerably heavy... He could have sworn he saw a vortex of… something... swirling at their feet...

He backed off immediately and Beel and Luke got off with a warning, mostly because he was trying not to look utterly petrified...

He's never met a more beautiful and dangerous creature in his life… Pact mark or no, this is probably the only person the firstborn will admit he never wants to have to fight because he'd lose, big time.

Mammon

He was expecting to find a human when he walked into the Student Council room, not an alien!!

Mammon was seriously scared of the MC when they first met because he legitimately believed they were an extraterrestrial sent to probe him!!... Or whatever else those scary movies say aliens do, lay eggs in his stomach?

He straight up avoided them like the plague until the Goldie incident more or less bound them together. But even then there was a distance between them he just couldn't place…

Naturally, it bothers a demon a bit if their master doesn't seem to like them, so he eventually cornered them one day to force them to tell him why they'd been running off!

As it turned out, the MC actually knew as little about their new form everybody else! They had been perfectly normal in the human world, but for some reason the Devildom supercharged them! They could tell that they were powerful, but had no idea how to control themselves yet and it scared them...

So Mammon became their first unofficial "coach." Not that he knew how to train them or anything, but he was the first person supportive enough to even try to help them learn their new powers.

It led to some… interesting misadventures. Like when the MC unexpectedly burst every water pipe in the House or when they got a little too frustrated and ripped the kitchen apart with an accidental twister, but hey, Mammon was always there for them at least.

Of course, because he's who he is, he's not above asking the MC to help him with his schemes for "training purposes…" Infiltration is more fun if you're weightless, after all!

Speaking of weightless… His favorite way to float is when the MC gets excited and hugs him. They can't help but levitate them both off the ground when they're that happy and it makes the whole hug that much sweeter.

Leviathan 

It's… it's like he's in his very own Magical Girl anime!!! Uh, "I'm a Demon and this is My New Life with a Magic Starchild!!"-or something like that. 🤷‍♀️

He didn't even think their transformation was real when he first saw it! He really thought it was an elaborate body art cosplay but then their "freckles" rearranged themselves when he frightened them, so it had to be real!!

He'll declare that they're probably (literally) the coolest thing on the planet. They have the looks of an epic fantasy character plus insane powers to boot! 

…though uh… they may need a training arc or two to learn how to control them… 😅

Since their powers are apparently tied to their emotions, Levi's seen them do a whole bunch of stuff that's not entirely on purpose... Like, they can make things float when they're happy and push everything down when they're sad. 

So once he showed them one of those "tragic ending" animes for fun, but they cried so hard that they increased gravity and accidentally sent his bathtub crashing into the basement…

The worst of it is when they're mad, though. He made the mistake of making them play a rage game once and they ended up shattering all the glass in his room! His aquarium wall and Henry's fishtank included!!

They were able to make a zero G sphere of water in order to save Henry's life, but the cleanup was brutal… They were super sorry, but Levi took most of the blame himself anyway.

Honestly, he'd have been more mad but their body is clearly not something they can control just yet. Plus, it's so cool that he can put up with a little destruction anyway, you know?

Satan

Well, isn't that an interesting phenomenon?

Meeting a demigod is exciting enough, but one who reacted to the Devildom like that? It was pretty much unheard of!

Though he'd hate to admit it, Satan stalked the MC just as closely as Barbatos for a little while... But only because he was a little unsure of how to approach them…

They kept to themselves and their powers seemed "a little" unpredictable (see Levi's orphaned bathtub). Thankfully, Mammon ended up recommending the MC to him since Satan's one of the smartest guys around.

Satan made a better coach than Mammon, anyway. He was far more knowledgeable and actually able to hypothesize the strength their powers, which came in handy because uh… well…

Look. The whole realm 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' over their appearance but they're all fools - no morons - for not noticing what potential the MC actually has. Satan was positive that the MC is the most powerful being in the Devildom, without question.

They had a complete control over gravity, atmospheric pressure, and even astronomical bodies… If they wanted to, they could literally pluck a planet out of orbit and send it careening into who knows what!

Want more terrifying? They could create near-matterless vacuums at the palms of their hands with the potential to suffocate, crush, or rip apart basically anything they wanted with implosive force….

Does he even need to spell out why that's utterly horrifying??

At least the MC seemed to be a genuinely nice person who wanted to control their powers better… Their emotions often got in the way but they tried their best.

He likes the MC a lot, but he'd be lying if he said that they didn’t also terrify him… They may have been pretty normal in the human world, but give them endless night and they may as well be a god...

Asmodeus 

Oh… My… Father!!! They're GORGEOUS!!!!

From the moment their transformation completed, Asmo had never seen anything like them! He said that they were like a living droplet of the night sky!

They were magnificent!! They were radiant!!! He was posting pictures of them before they had even said their first sentence!!

So Asmo was pretty much patient zero for any and all rumors and hype about the MC after that... Apparently someone like them only visits the Devildom every one, maybe two, centuries so everybody was bound to get talking.

Thankfully, the MC's habit of ducking out of the House kept them from becoming a full on sideshow. Unfortunately, however, Asmodeus was relentless!

He'd beg them to try modeling or make videos with him because of their unique look! He'd lay on the praises, but it was a little... much. It wasn't until Mammon finally stepped that he backed off a bit.

Asmo sometimes forgets that not everyone puts as much emphasis on looks as he does... Though he meant well, he hadn't realized that the MC maybe wouldn't appreciate him making such a big deal out of their appearance change. Pretty as it was, it was still involuntary to them...

Of course, after they told him this he cooled off and stopped putting them out there so publicly but even still he could hardly keep his eyes off of them... unless he was looking in a mirror, of course. 😘

A fun fact about the MC: when they blush, their skin makes a pink nebula. And thanks to his antics, Asmo has seen their lively pink cheeks many, many times… 🤭

Beelzebub 

Belphie would like them, wouldn't he...?

Beel's first reaction upon seeing the MC was genuine sadness, as seeing the stars with his twin brother still gone often brought him… 

The sadness didn't last too long at least because Beel tried his best to see the MC more like a person than a work of art or an oddity. Sure, they looked different - like really different - but they still laughed, cried, and ate like everybody else so they couldn't be that different.

Though then again, most people don't end up floating in midair when they laugh… Eh, oh well. It's not like those little details bother him. 🤷‍♀️

He always remained certain that Belphie would like the MC so he told them a lot about him. Since his twin loved stargazing, it'd only be natural that he'd like someone who looked like the stars, right?

Aside from the occasional tangent about his brother, Beel would also help the MC with their training by letting them help him with his training!

Controlling gravity can be pretty nifty for strength/resistance exercises, so there would be days where Beel would just pull a Dragon Ball and walk around at 1.5 or 2 times Earth's gravity thanks to having the MC on his back!

Sure, lifting a glass of milk becane so difficult that he literally broke a sweat from trying, but he felt like he can juggle motorcycles afterwards so who's complaining? Not him!

Belphegor 

……

………….

Was it some kind of joke?

The MC was not human. There was no way in heaven or hell that whatever he lured to the attic was supposed to be a human!!

Really, everything about the MC and their situation seemed directly designed to throw a monkey wrench into his plans...

One: They weren't human so how was he supposed to ruin Diavolo's dream? Two: They were clearly some kind of magical being so they could likely defend themselves…

But third ans most embarrassing of all... he honestly, genuinely, has never seen a more amazing person in his life. Blame it on his soft spot for the stars, but the moment the MC step up to his prison bars, he was smitten...

And. He. HATED IT!

Look, as much as he loved the night sky, he wasn't about to let some random non-human derail his anger! He was stronger than that!

He managed to hold onto his bitterness just long enough to make a halfhearted attempt on their life after they got the door open, but uh…

His brothers found Belphie when he fell through a newly-made hole in the ceiling... Said hole was made when his body slammed to the ground hard enough to crash through the attic floor... 😣

If the damage they caused wasn't enough to change his mind (which it was), then their distress when they thought they might have hurt him certainly did. Even their tears looked like stardust...

After far too long, Belphie got over his denial and began to properly love MC. If he liked stargazing before, he adored it now because he never even has to get out of bed! He can just roll over and follow the "stars" on the MC's body!

Unfortunately, that same love means it also takes a lot to ditch him if they get sick of being his personal night's sky… The brothers have found him floated up and sleeping on the ceiling on numerous occasions so the mortal can get some fresh air (clever MC)...

[orbitariums]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟒)

omg! this chapter is a bit shorter than most and it’s lowkey a filler kinda sorta i just wanted to show them hanging out together and show their lives 

next chapter is gonna be the same format but with a lil spice...

warnings: some smut, fluff an’ sweet domesticity :’)

word count: 6.1k

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

     You screamed so loud that Steve poked his head out from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth to check on you in the living room, where you were cooped up on the couch with your iPad, your eyes glued to the screen. 

     “You okay?” Steve asked through a mouthful of toothpaste, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

     He was pleasantly surprised when you turned to face him and you were positively beaming, baring your glistening teeth in a wide smile, your eyes glittering. 

      “I keep getting orders!” you exclaimed, referring to your all new clothing store brand that you had in the works earlier that summer. Recently, it had been taking off just how you wanted. 

     Steve discarded his toothbrush and bounded over to you, making you drop your iPad on the couch as he scooped you up effortlessly, hugging you tight. You squealed with happiness, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist. He was such a serious guy, it was nice when he made such a grand, intimate gesture like this towards you. He smothered your face and cheeks with kisses, leaving the last smooch on your forehead. 

      “I’m so happy for you, doll,” he grinned, his eyes glimmering just like yours. 

The way Steve’s excitement matched yours just reminded you that he was rooting for you— he was on your side, which felt so rare for you. Steve was a rare treasure in your life, and you still couldn’t wrap your mind around how you’d found him. 

You giggled, giddy with excitement,

     “I’m so glad I have you to celebrate this with.”

     “Who would I be if I wasn’t your hype man?” Steve asked, looking directly into your eyes with a smile on his lips. 

     “Steve, you are literally my best friend,” you grinned, your heart swelling by how taken aback you were with how deeply he expressed his love. “Now time for me to call my other bestie.”

Steve grinned,

     “Does that mean I have to put you down?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully, 

     “I mean, if you wanna give it away…”

     “Noted,” Steve rescinded, setting you down on the floor before him where you returned to your favorite place— right under Steve, with him hovering over you and keeping you safe. 

He kissed you sweetly on the lips before leaving you to call Aaliyah on the couch. 

     “Hey best friend,” she answered the phone with a trill.

     “Hi girlie,” you grinned, absolutely shining.

     “Ooh, someone’s in a good mood! What happened?!” Aaliyah straightened herself up in her bed, all ears. 

     “Your girl keeps making sales,” you glanced away from the camera as if it were no big deal to you, only to return with a big grin on your face.

     “Okay work!” Aaliyah practically screeched, jumping out of her bed. “Girl, you need to come back soon so we can get drunk drunk. Like, drunk. Just for you.”

     “I’ll be back, try not to miss me too much.”

     “You seem to be having the time of your life, though, girl. I’m honestly kinda surprised. But like, pleasantly surprised,” Aaliyah commented— if only she knew. 

She still thought you were spending your time in New York with family, she didn’t have a clue about Steve. You didn’t want to have to lie to her, but you knew it was the smart decision for now. Besides, it wasn’t like you were ridden with guilt— if anything, Aaliyah would understand your reasoning. 

     “I know, New York really is where dreams come true,” you noted sarcastically, earning a quiet chuckle from Steve in the kitchen. 

     “Okay, city girl. Just don’t forget where you came from,” Aaliyah smirked playfully. “For real though, I’m so proud of you.”

     “Thank you, my love. I  miss you.”

     “Me too, girl.”

     “So what have you been up to?”

     For a few hours, you and Aaliyah caught up over Facetime. She filled you in on what you’d been missing at home, and how summer and school was going for her, since she was trying to get into med school now. In truth, it wasn’t like there was much to catch up on, since it had only been a week since you’d been apart, you just loved each other that much. You had to hang up when you saw the time, since you had a date with Steve at the museum. You were glad that he seemed to be getting more comfortable taking you to the more public places, even if it meant you both had to be discreet. But that wasn’t hard, you were so comfortable with each other that you didn’t bother much with other people, and others didn’t bother too much with you. You were too preoccupied with each other to even notice much of anything else.

    You still didn’t understand how it wasn’t obvious that Steve was Captain America even when he was in his trusty disguise of glasses and a cap, considering how massive he was. You’d even noticed people staring in a mix of wonderment and desire when you were out with him, because he was quite the specimen. You never really got jealous, but you always found yourself gripping his hand tighter when that happened. Of course, he never paid other people much mind. 

    “You ready?” Steve asked, his back facing you as he heard you come out of the bedroom. 

    “Think so,” you chimed happily. 

     Steve turned around at the sound of your voice and immediately felt his heart drop to his stomach. He paused, unsure of what to even say. You were wearing a cream colored silk mini-dress, a gold plated necklace with earrings to match, along with heels. You were positively dazzling, even beyond your outfit— Steve truly thought you looked good all the time, but when you dressed up, you dressed up. 

     “Wow,” he breathed, truly at a loss for words, his eyes raking up and down your body. He was truly amazed by your presence— just being here made him feel like he was in the presence of a goddess. If you thought you were confused by how you’d won someone like him, you’d be knocked out by Steve’s disbelief. 

     You felt your cheeks grow warm at the way Steve was silently worshipping you. He looked so innocent, standing there wide-eyed in awe. It was almost as if he hadn’t seen every single part of you, as if you didn’t realize that his eyes were on you almost all the time— well, the latter was true. He never got tired of your beauty. You were truly timeless. But eventually, you laughed, shaking your head and stepping forward and taking his hands in your own. 

     “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” you joked with him, reaching in to kiss his lips. 

     “You look incredible. When don’t you?” he smiled, looking you up and down once again. He gestured to your neck, furrowing his brows. “Where’d you get that necklace?”

     “This one?” you looked down, then back up, shrugging. “Think I made it.”

     “Of course you did,” Steve shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Gorgeous and talented. How could I not guess that?”

     “You’re so corny, Steve,” you snorted, pressing your hand against his chest. “I love it.”

He smoothly maneuvered his arm around your waist so you were close to him, leading you out the door.

     “Shall we?” he pulled you close to him. 

      When you got to the museum, you both were glad to see that it wasn’t crowded, but not unnaturally empty. It almost felt like your circumstances were normal, and that felt nice and unique from your usual system. Steve never made it feel like the two of you had to be in hiding, but the illusion that the precautions weren’t so necessary here felt nice. Of course, it was only an illusion. 

       You were both always careful, but you were too enamoured by one another to let the issue of privacy stress you the way it did before. Steve’s previous anxiety surrounding keeping you both safe and secret had improved so much ever since you actually came around and lit up his life. He almost wished he had realized how much of a good thing this was sooner, then he would’ve had you right next to him ages ago. 

        The way Steve held your hand when you stepped out the car and all the way into the museum admittedly had you feeling incredibly special. He had you on his arm, but the way you were shining made it so clear that you were one of a kind, in a league of your own. You just happened to complement each other nicely, even perfectly. That was rare for even the closest of couples, so you were eternally grateful. You matched each other like chocolate and vanilla ice cream, explicitly sweet. You weren’t unaware of the eyes on the both of you as you strode through the museum— hell, together, the two of you looked like Greek gods, one beautiful inside and out, the other gracious, hulking, and strong. You might as well have been reincarnations of Aphrodite and Ares. 

     You had never been in this museum before, it was called MoMa, short for The Museum of Modern Art. Truthfully, you didn’t spend much time in museums back home. You were much more of an outdoors kind of gal, but you enjoyed being in this museum with Steve almost as much as you did day drinking at an outdoor cafe. The museum was undoubtedly fancy and sophisticated, making you feel right at home while you were all dressed up and always, always carrying yourself with poise. 

Steve felt lucky just to be standing beside you, and the two of you enjoyed your time together drifting through the museum, fixating on one work of art from the next, taking your time and staying close together. 

     “Isn’t that you?” Steve joked, pointing to a marble statue of a beautiful woman who actually did look a bit like you. 

     “You’re too charming,” you snickered, squeezing his side. 

He reached over and kissed your forehead, 

      “I know a work of art when I see it.”

You pushed your head up so you could reach his lips, pressing a kiss on his mouth, closing your eyes and shutting out the dim light of the museum for just a second, so you could get lost in him. When you opened your eyes, you and Steve made direct eye contact, gazing in each other’s eyes as if you were the only two in the room. Steve almost seemed to stand completely still, lost in the way your eyes glimmered like the water you spent so much time around back home. You knew you had him right where you wanted, and you gave his arm a squeeze as you bit down on your lip, hiding an impish smile. 

      “Come on,” you nodded towards the exit, gripping his hand and making your way towards the exit.

It was almost like you were lugging Steve behind you, the way he was following your lead like a helpless puppy. You had to fight the urge to cackle at how quickly he melted for you, just from a single kiss. Not only was he touch starved, but he was infatuated with you. That made matters even worse. Steve was a man with honorable impulse control, but when it came to you, looking so beautiful, kissing him so soft and sweet just how he liked, “control” was out of the picture. And now that you were leaving, it was clear what you were both getting yourselves into. 

You got into the car, eagerly settling into the backseat. Steve, on the other hand, rushed into the driver’s seat and was about to start the car when you asked,

      “What are you doing?”

Steve’s head nearly whipped back to look at you, and he furrowed his eyebrows. 

     “We’re gonna leave, right?” 

You just stared at him for a moment, judgment plastered on your face. You blinked,

     “It takes like thirty minutes to get home.”

Steve made a face, his eyebrow quirked up in confusion,

      “You don’t wanna go home?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at your lips,

      “Can you just come to the back?”

He swiftly climbed into the back seat and you chuckled,

     “You’re so silly, old man.” 

     “‘S been a while,” he grunted. 

Your eyes flitted up and down his face, and then met his eyes. 

       “Need you. Now,” was all you said in a voice so quiet that it was like you were telling him a secret.

You made eye contact with Steve once more and he understood, Steve barely even had the chance to speak before you were scrambling on top of him, pressing your lips harshly against his and opening your mouth, Steve following your lead and doing the same, your tongues in each other’s mouths as you kissed. It was less like kissing and more like you were trying to compete to see how long you could hold your breaths, moaning repeatedly into each other’s mouths and only consuming oxygen through heavy pants. It was like you forgot you needed to operate normally, the way you were rubbing frantically against each other and abusing your limited backseat space. Your dress was jammed against your legs because you hadn’t pulled it up properly, and your knees were knocking against the inside of the car.

     “I wanna fuck,” you pulled away from his lips, only for him to pout at the lack of contact, resolving to kiss your neck instead, making your skin burn hot on the space where his lips were. You gasped from the unexpected feeling, Steve sucking at all the right spots on your body. He had you all figured out, from the first moment you got intimate with each other. But you didn’t get distracted from your main objective, pushing him away so you could focus, his chest heaving up and down below you. “Right now.”

Steve raised his brows. His face, already a flushed shade of pink from the abundance of physical proximity, darkened to a deep red. 

     “You… you want me here? Right-right now?”

     Your jaw clenched. Just by looking into your eyes, which had darkened like a stormy, grey sky, Steve could see just how serious you were. You were determined you were to get what you wanted, and who was he to get in the way of your needs? Of course, he wasn’t quite thinking logically, but there wasn’t enough room for logic when you were smothering him like this in the car, no matter how spacious it was. 

You nodded almost solemnly. You were like a cat in heat right now. If a switch had turned on in Steve earlier, then right now, a big red button was being pressed inside of you, only it meant “go.” 

     “Yes. Please don’t make me wait, daddy,” you purred, putting on your best angel face, and something stirred deep inside of Steve when you called him that, when you looked at him like that. 

His voice went soft and he nearly cooed at you,

     “‘M not gonna make you wait… it’s just…”

     “No one’s gonna see us,” you leaned in to kiss him again, and pulled away before he could deepen the kiss the way he wanted to, leaving him to pull desperately at your waist. “We’re parked far away from everyone else, see? And it-it’s dark!”

Steve smirked at your frenzied reply, consisting of one excuse after the other,

      “You really need this right now, hmm?”

      “Don’t get cocky. You need this more than I do,” you bit back snarkily, grinding against his very apparent erection, which throbbed against your center. You bit down on your lip, failing to conceal a devious smirk. “See?”

      “Yeah, I-I see,” Steve groaned, glancing down at where your bodies met in the middle, wishing you would take your dress off now. He regained his composure to ask you this one question. “Why so sudden?”

You growled, eager to get past the niceties of fucking,

      “Because. Now shut up so I can do my job.”

      “Oh wow,” Steve chuckled, raising his brows like he was impressed. “You’re very dedicated to-”

You weren’t kidding.

       “Stop talking,” you said, putting your hand over his mouth. 

      He looked up at you, all the amusement drained from his eyes, replaced by desire and awe. He felt inclined to listen to you, amazed by the new side of you that was coming out all of the sudden. It wasn’t like he always dominated you, and it was obvious that you had Steve wrapped around your finger. But this… this was different.

You kissed him furiously, grinding against him with expertise, making him arch his hips up just to meet you halfway, but you weren’t letting him give in to the pleasure fully yet. You didn’t have time to waste, and yet you had all the time in the world.

You let the tip of your tongue slide against his, then your tongue trailed against his open lips, making him let out a low pitched groan, his eyes half lidded at the soft but prominent sensation. You wanted to make this quick, but every part of you was savoring the moment. It had been a while since you’d done anything so thrilling in public, even if you were sure no one could see you. 

      Steve’s hand snaked its way up your dress, wasting no time. It took him a minute to catch on in the beginning, but now that he had, he was right where you needed him to be. He went to push your underwear to the side and the look on his face was priceless when he realized you weren’t wearing any. He was pleased that you were even more accessible, but at the same time he was shocked. He hadn’t been expecting it. 

      “You aren’t wearing anything under that?” he asked breathlessly, his fingers circling your clit immediately, the pad of another finger dipping into your slit with ease because you were already soaking. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”

He started pumping a finger in and out of you, hitting a perfect spot and brushing up against your walls just right. You moaned and rode his fingers, hips thrusting up in the air as you threw your head back. 

     “Baby,” you panted after some time. “Take your pants off.”

You watched as he hurried to follow your commands, his pants and boxers pooling at his knees as he sat there with his dick erect against his stomach, both of you hot and restless. You practically lunged forward, grinding against him while he worked to unzip your dress, pulling it over your head. The whole event was a mess of clothes being flung everywhere, your bodies knocking into each other and the car seats. It was a blur, really, and you remember crying out when you first sunk onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking him smoothly, slowly, as he watched you with his mouth dropped in an o shape and his eyes glazed over. 

     “Fuck,” you whined, taking his length. It was one thing to be beneath him, it was another thing to be on top and be stretched out like never before. It was like a completely different feel and a completely different angle, and still perfect nonetheless. “You feel so good baby, look at me.”

     You forced Steve to look up at you, perking his chin up with your finger. He was shuddering, his thighs shaking each time you sunk down onto him. You were practically riding him into submission, and the thought made you smirk. 

      “You like this?” you cooed. “You like when I ride you?”

He nodded quickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. 

     “Say it,” you demanded, inching your hand up his chest and settling your palm around his throat. 

His hips bucked up inadvertently, and he groaned,

     “Y-yes baby, I could fuck you like this forever.”

     “Yeah, I bet you could,” you crooned, letting your finger trail along his face, your nail tickling his cheek. 

     As you got used to taking him, you began to ride him like a pro, the movement of your hips syncing with his effortlessly, bouncing up and down and grinding on him all at once. No matter what you did, the feeling was unbeatable for the both of you, and you couldn’t get enough. On top of that, you had clearly taken charge tonight. Steve was enamoured by you, goddess that you were, and he wanted you on top a lot more now.

     Granted, it was the first time, but he only wished it could’ve happened sooner, because then he could cherish this feeling earlier. You took the lead with such ease, because you knew what you were doing and that was clear. Your sex appeal radiated off of you without you even having to try, and your confidence was just the cherry on top. Steve could tell you were enjoying yourself, shamelessly eating up his submission. You were being greedy, reckless. He wanted more and more. 

      Your movements were graceful and easy, your back arched to get that crucial spot for the two of you, arms wrapped lazily around his neck as you rode him like the perfect wave. He obeyed immediately when you told him to keep his previously wandering hands on your waist, watching in amazement as you led him, the captain. 

     You lowered your head down to his, pressing your forehead against his as you began to moan, and he could tell you were about to come by the way you squeezed around him. When you did, it was like an explosion. You nearly screamed into his ear, but instead bit down on his neck, leaving a bite that was sure to bruise. You kept riding him while you were coming, anyway, telling him to come with you and triggering his own orgasm, letting him fill you up with his cum. For a while, the two of you just sat there, Steve still inside of you, his head knocking against your chest, while you wrapped your arms around him. 

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     “I’m putting a looot of trust into you right now, you know that?” you pulled your shirt off, stretching your arms up above your head. 

Steve laughed, shaking his head,

     “No pressure.”

     “I’m absolutely joking,” you leaned forward to give him a kiss while cupping his face, lingering at his lips for a few seconds with a soft smile before you pulled away. “I know it’ll turn out amazing. But I can’t stay still for too long.”

     “It won’t take more than an hour, I promise,” Steve put his pinky out in front of him and you rolled your eyes before interlacing your pinky with his. 

     “As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

     “Okay. Your bra is real pretty, but that has to go, too,” Steve said, gesturing to your pink lace bra.

      “Can you take it off me, please?” you smiled innocently, but Steve just stared you down. 

     “If I do that, you’re gonna try to distract me,” he stood his ground, and you chortled, cupping his face in your hands as you leaned forward, 

     “Steve, I would never. I understand the importance of the artist’s process. Here, I’ll even turn around.”

You turned so your back was facing Steve, your shoulders relaxing when you felt his big hands brushing against your skin, undoing your bra. You felt his bare hands roam up the expanse of your back and rolled your shoulders back into the all encompassing touch. 

     “Just trying to understand my canvas,” Steve muttered, his broad hands cupping your shoulders like he was giving you a massage. 

You sighed, rolling back your neck until you could see a glimpse of him, a slight smile on your face. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover your breasts, making an X shape with your arms. 

     “I’m sure,” you replied, and he lurched forward to plant a kiss on your lips before leaning back, gesturing for you to lie down. 

     You lay down on your front side, your back fully exposed to Steve. Rays of light splashed against your back and shone in Steve’s softened face. You could hear him cleaning his paintbrushes in the mason jar of water that was balancing on the bed sheets, the brush clanking against the rim of the jar and the water sloshing around with the bristles. Your days with Steve were growing more and more intimate as the time passed on. 

     Steve had finally given in to your pleas that he draw more, but he took it a step further and decided he would paint instead, using you as a canvas. Steve caught on fast, and you loved that about him. Whatever you wanted to do, he was down, and he would go that extra mile because he wanted to, not because he didn’t feel like he had an option. 

     You tapped your feet against the bed sheets to the rhythm of the Jhene Aiko song playing in the background, and grinned to yourself when you heard Steve humming along. You put him onto so much that he didn’t even realize the things he was picking up from you along the way. 

     “Alright,” Steve grinned in satisfaction, dipping his brush into the selection of paints on his easel. “You ready?”

You gave him a thumbs up, giddy with excitement. Steve had to gently touch your ankles to remind you to stop shaking, and you uttered a giggly apology while he shook his head playfully. 

     “Never had such a difficult canvas,” Steve straddled the back of your legs as you lay still below him. 

     “Shut up,” you chuckled, cutting yourself off with a gasp when you felt the cool paint against your back. “Shit, that’s cold as fuck!”

     “Language,” Steve smirked, and you barked a bitter laugh. 

     “This is coming from the man who was describing the ways he wanted to deflower my body in obscene depth this morning,” you clapped back at him, and he opened his mouth to reply, only to recede with a resigning sigh. Noting his silence, you simpered. “I win.”

     “Just remember I am the one with total control over your body right now. One misstroke and this painting goes from Mona Lisa quality to absolute shit,” Steve reminded you, waving a finger in the air. 

      “Mona Lisa? Someone thinks real highly of themselves,” you poked fun at him as he continued to layer paint on your back to create a light blue base. “Besides, paint washes off.”

      “I’ll lock you out of the bathroom,” Steve sniggered, much too pleased with himself for your liking. You swatted at him with a reprimanding hand and he dodged it. “Alright, alright. I won’t mess it up on purpose, I promise.”

     “You better not,” you murmured, already sinking into sleep. You couldn’t help it. You were tired from being worn out this morning, because Steve did do everything to your body that he said he would do, namely fucking the daylights out of you. And, Steve painting on your back was oddly therapeutic in a way, and the brush against your back felt like feathers from a pillow, lulling you to sleep. So, you fell asleep as the sound of the music playing faded away. 

You woke up to the sound of Steve’s deep voice in your ear, telling you to wake up so he could take pictures of you. 

      Your eyes trickled open slowly and you looked up at Steve who was laying on his side next to you, positively beaming. You smiled sleepily, the fog from your sleep starting to clear from the light Steve was emanating. His face was so close up, you couldn’t help but brush your nose against his and give him a butterfly kiss before kissing his nose with your lips. 

     “I finished,” Steve grinned in celebration, and in that moment you were sure you’d never seen him look so happy, except for when you stepped off the private jet and into his life. 

     “Baby,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and got up gingerly, so as not to mess up the masterpiece that was still drying on your back. “Lemme see.”

      Steve got up quickly and dragged the full body mirror towards you, standing behind it and holding it up, a proud smile glued to his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at how satisfied he looked with the results, and your heart swelled to see him so happy and actually doing some personal hobbies outside of work. You were glad you were with him, and you were glad that meant he got a break from the hustle of his everyday life. This break wouldn’t last forever, but at least he was getting one. He didn’t often do things that he actually liked to do, he was so worked up. When he was with you, he was free to do whatever, and you actually pushed him to do the things he enjoyed. 

      You turned so your back faced the mirror, and craned your neck to see the work of art. It was a divine myriad of colors on your glowing skin, a light blue sky as the base, a painting of the sun and moon on top. The moon and sun each had eyes, a nose, and a mouth, and the moon was hugging the sun, covering its right eye. He had drawn swirly clouds and glinting stars all around to truly bedazzle the piece. You couldn’t stop smiling, it was truly beautiful and probably the most intimate thing you’d ever done with someone. 

      “Steve, you’re literally amazing at this. I’m serious,” you prodded him when he shook his head in embarrassment. “I mean look, you know it’s amazing, you’re so proud of yourself! And you should be.”

You scrambled over to him, tugging at the camera that was hanging by a strap around his neck,

     “C’mon. Take pictures of it!”

     “Yeah, just—” Steve cocked his head to the side, trailing off, and you realized immediately that he was distracted by your bare upper torso. 

You shook your head, laughing to yourself, and stood up on your knees to pose for him. 

      “You can take some just for yourself, too,” you winked. 

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       You woke up to the feeling of Steve stroking your face with his thumb and kissing the top of your head ever so gently, the room dark except for the fuzzy light blue glare of the TV screen a few feet away. You snuggled into his chest, already laid up on top of him, both your bodies stretched out on the cozy couch. 

      You sighed sleepily and blinked up at him. He was fixated on the TV, halfway through the first Deathly Hallows movie. You’d fallen asleep somewhere towards the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so you were quite pleasantly surprised that Steve let you lay on him for so long, and that he continued watching the movies. His blue eyes were unmoving, glued to the screen and thoroughly engaged in the story. You smiled below him and poked his chest, making him glance down at you with an unassuming “hmm?” sound. 

      “How long have I been asleep?”

      “A long time,” Steve smooched your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, suffocating you with his kisses. “How are you feeling?”

     “Not as sleepy. We stayed up way too late last night,” you reminded him, and he shrugged. 

      “At least I’m almost finished,” he said, referring to the Harry Potter movies that you had stayed up late last night to continue. 

     “We gotta figure out your Hogwarts house,” you squinted up at him, making the calculations in your head. “I think you’re a Gryffindor. I am too.”

     “Gryffindor, Hufflepuff… it’s all the same, isn’t it?” Steve sighed, and you gasped, sitting up on his lap and looking at him, appalled,

      “Steve! Have you learned nothing from the past seven movies?”

He cackled, shaking his head,

      “I’m kidding. I think so too, doll.”

You pushed his chest with a dramatic pout, 

      “Nevermind, asshole, you’re definitely a Slytherin.”

      “Hey, I don’t wanna be a bad guy!”

      “Boo fucking hoo,” you droned. “You get to be a hero all the goddamn time, take your Slytherin house placement and go. Also, you clearly haven’t been paying attention! Not all Slytherins are bad.”

      “I’ll take being an Avenger over being a Slytherin any day,” Steve noted casually, and you couldn’t help but grin at the side note. You positioned yourself on his lap so you were straddling him and he put his hands around your waist almost reflexively. 

      “Yeah?”

      “Of course,” Steve insisted. “My job is tough but, someone’s gotta do it.”

     “You ever wish you weren’t like this? I mean… if you’d known things would turn out the way they did…”

You bit your lip in anticipation as you waited for Steve’s answer, because he was taking a while to think about it. You hoped you weren’t pushing a boundary here by asking this question, but Steve knew you had good intentions, and you knew him long enough to know that he wouldn’t be afraid to answer you.

     He finally found it in him to give you a cohesive answer. He truly had to think, because it wasn’t a feeling he could quite put into words. People thought Steve was this stonelike, serious guy, but he was mainly just pensive. He was still the same Steve he’d always been, even before the serum, even before he became a figure of fame. Now, people just happened to take him a whole lot more seriously. People admired him. But all the while, he was still grieving, still trying to figure out his footing in this world. Now that he was with you, the process was going along much smoother. 

He clasped your hands, bringing your interlaced fingers to his lips,

     “I’ve been through a lot. And it’s hard for me to face things head on sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have to admit, though, it really has been nice just… being unseen. Just for a few days, being unknown by the world. Under the radar, I guess. I get to just be Steve, not Captain. And don’t get me wrong, I’d never complain about my responsibilities. I’m just a private person. I’m not in this for the fame and the attention. That’s the only thing I’d ever change. I just want to do what’s right. I don’t need the praise.”

     You nodded, completely understanding. Whenever you and Steve had these deep conversations, you were glad, because you really both listened to each other. You said exactly what was on your minds without fearing judgment. You had kind of expected that to be Steve’s answer, the way he cherished his privacy and didn’t seem to care much for the frills attached to his honorable job. 

     Notoriety wasn’t Steve’s goal, in fact he figured he’d be better off without it. He was grateful for his work, but he didn’t need the fans and worship that came with it. You could honestly never grow tired of Steve talking about himself— his past, his present, his job, his fears. He hardly talked about himself anyway, he was always engulfed in one thing or another. You liked pulling things out of him, not because you wanted to be intrusive, but because you knew it’d be good for him. Besides, how would you get along if you didn’t truly know each other?

As he spoke, you nodded, taking in each and every word. You let your fingernails lightly scratch his face, trailing along his perfect superhuman skin, lulling him without even realizing it. 

     “I get that. You could be Steve Rogers and just save lives, and live just how you want to.”

     “Yeah,” Steve smiled, gazing up into your eyes, the movie long forgotten in the background. He placed his hands on your hips as if to keep you in place where you were, locking you in like you belonged here and here only. “What about you? Would you change anything?”

      You cocked your head with a small smile. You hadn’t been expecting him to ask about you, and it honestly wasn’t something you thought of quite a lot. Maybe if you were still hurting, you’d say yes. But, because your whole life had brought you to this point, here with him and happy with yourself, you couldn’t. 

You shook your head, biting down on your lip, your smile expanding,

     “No. I wouldn’t. I’m actually kind of content now. Healing’s a long process, but it’s worth it. And I’m with you, so it’s all worth it.”

Steve’s eyes glimmered when you said that, and his fingers dung deeper into your hips.

        “Think this is probably the happiest I’ve ever been,” Steve said, and god, he didn’t know how much that meant to you.

tags later!

[12yeahiminluvwu]

Captain

pairing - JJ Maybank x Athlete!Reader

summary- JJ Maybank gets his shit rocked by the captain of the school volleyball team

word count- 2,365 (i got so carried away, oh my goodness)

warning(s)- swearing, uhh JJ gets hurt but he’s fine, volleyball lingo (if you don’t understand, i’m happy to translate lol) this wasn’t proof read so, have fun if theres any typos.

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“It’s volleyball week, class. Experienced played on the left court, beginning players of the right court. Over on the left, we’re playing normal sets to twenty-five, no serve cap. On the right, normal set to twenty-five, serve cap is 3. Have fun!” Mr. Perkins said and let everyone lose. Volleyball week was your favorite because you got to do something you actually liked during gym class.

You and a few of the other varsity girls made your way to the court and made a quick game plan with the other three players you’d gotten on your team. From your middle position, you see JJ Maybank from across the net. You had no idea that he even knew what volleyball was, seeing as the only thing he ever did was surf and smoke weed.

“You ready to get your shit rocked, Maybank?” You smirked, waiting for the serve. His eyes scanned up and down your body before meeting your eyes with an equal smirk.

“Bring it on captain!” JJ didn’t know much about volleyball, but he was determined to stay on the court for as long as he could before Perkins booted him over to the other court. He wanted to be close to you, try to impress you. This was the best way he knew how to do that right now.

The ball was served to the setters corner, a pass, set, and a hit made. Your teammate, who was a libero on your actual team, made a dig to your setter and you released to make your approach calling a 1, which is a quick/low set right above the tape, and realized that JJ stood flat footed- not even attempting to block you. The boy watched as the ball connected with your hand and ducked, thinking that it was headed straight for his face.

The ball dropped right on the 10-foot line and your team cheered for you, as you had won the first point. JJ watched in a daze as you smiled and laughing, taking the compliments your team was showering you in.

“JJ! Block her next time!” Someone said from behind him and he nodded aimlessly, doing his best to focus and try to play. The set went back and forth a few times before you went back to serve. You had begun to catch on to the fact that JJ had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so you intentionally served him, knowing it would get you a point.

The ball spun in your hand once, and you placed a hand on top lightly before drawing your arm back and tossing the ball,swinging through right at JJ. The ball coasted perfectly above the net, floating right to him, but it ended up hitting him in the face.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, running across the floor to where he now laid on the floor.

“You ok Maybank?” JJ laid there quietly, trying to grasp on to what just happened. Of course, he's the one that gets clocked by a serve. And of course it was y/n’s. Just his freaking luck. Opening his throbbing eye, he saw you staring down at him, close enough he could feel your breath fanning across his face.

“JJ, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as his eyes fluttered.

“Y/n, I’m gonna have you walk him to the nurse, ok? I wanna make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.” Perkins said and you nodded, latching onto his hand to help him stand up. He was a little unstable so you wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while yours held securely onto his waist.

“You know, when you asked me if I was ready to get my shit rocked, I didn’t know you meant literally!” He groaned. A giggled escaped your lips and you looked at him, almost like you were seeing him for the first time. His face looked different up close, he looked a little less tough. He looked softer.

“”Well, maybe you shouldn’t have let your guard down,” You shrugged, smirked in his direction.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, ok.” He scoffed and you laughed again, tightening your grip on him. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before the boy spoke again.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and you nodded, perking your ars at what he was going to say. You were very aware of how close you were to him, as his body heat was beginning to make you sweat. You passed by a few people who were in the hallway, avoiding going back to class.

“I have no idea how to play volleyball…” He finally admitted and you stopped in your tracks, feeling laughter bubble in your chest.

“Ya think I didn’t notice that?” You laughed out, and the redness on his cheeks darkened.

“Why were you on that court if you don’t know how to play? There's nothing wrong with being on the beginners court!” He shifted, taking his arm off of your shoulder and leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he was more interested in the floor and playing with the hem of his shirt than he was looking at you and you felt the weight shift between your feet, your eyebrows raising at him.

“Because… I wanted to impress you…” He trailed off. Your cheeks began to heat up at his confession. Truthfully, you didn’t think JJ, or anyone, thought about you that way. You’d never really been a main character like JJ, or any of his friends.

“Why?” You asked, grabbing him from off the wall so you could continue your journey to the nurse’s office. This time, he held onto you a little tighter than he had before, he realized you did the same.

“Because you’re freaking y/n y/l/n! You’re the captain of the volleyball team, voted most likely to play in the Olympics before you turn 25! You’re, like, awesome! And, I didn’t know how else to get your attention. So here I am, with a possible concussion.”

“I’m not worth getting a concussion over JJ, why didn’t you just ask me out ;like any normal person would?” Your boldness surprised you, but you figured that it couldn’t really hurt at this point.

“Cause, John B said that would be lame…” He muttered.

“Well, I guess you’ve learned to not always listen to John B,” He nodded and looked over at you.

“How about we go out tonight then? Catch the sunset, have a picnic?” He asked, causing your smile to grow wider.

“As lovely as that sounds, I have a game tonight… but I’d like it if you were there.” He nodded, looking around before looking back at you.

“What’s your jersey number?” He asked. You had come upon the door to the office and you slowly opened it before answering him.

“13.” You said and sent him in, walking in after him.

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JV had just finished, meaning you and the girls were out on the court warming up and getting ready for your game. Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran blared throughout the gym, hyping the team up.

The whistle blew and you looked over to the ref, holding up a C. That’s your cue.

You won serve and thanked the ref before departing back to your team, who had gathered around the bench, waiting for coach to give the line up. You’re starting, obviously, so you gave your speech and made your way onto the court, quickly scanning the crowds to see if JJ was there.

You didn’t see him right away, but he was there with his friends, wearing your number painted on an old t-shirt he didn’t wear often enough to care about, with your name above it.

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It was down to the wire now, 11-13 in the fifth set. JJ had no clue what was going on but he knew that every time you hit the ball and got a point, he screamed the loudest of everyone in the gym. You still hadn’t seen him as you were focused on the game, the cheers just sounding like white noise filling the void.

“Bro, you’re over here yelling like she’s already your girlfriend! Step it up!” John B said and that kicked him into gear, making the rest of the pogues laugh at his willingness to act like an idiot. You went back to serve and his mind raced back to his trip to the nurses office earlier in the day. He silently hoped you would do the same to one of the girls on the other team. He’d learned that when you hit someone in the face on a kill, it's called a six pack. He liked that name, for obvious reasons.

JJ silently hoped for you to six pack someone all night concluding that it would be really sexy.

“Come on y/n, ace these bitches!” He yelled and that caught your attention. You looked over and saw him, standing amongst the crowd with a proud smile plastered on his face. You took another deep breath, after sending him a quick smile, and refocused yourself on the task at hand. You needed to keep the serve if you wanted to get to the end of this game without a fight.

You served the ball exactly how you had earlier in gym class, and watched as it floated over the tape, dropping right in front of the left back passer. Your team cheered you on as you came into the middle of the court. The ball was passed back to you, and you went back to do your routine all over again, choosing the same person to serve to, knowing it would psych them out.

The passed the ball high and to the middle, making it easy for the setter to get there and make a play. Sucks for them though, cause your offense read it, and easily went up for the block, the ball going straight down to the ground.

13-13. Two more and you win. You breath a little deeper now, looking over to your coach who is holding on a 5, indicating where you needed to serve. Deep right back corner. JJ watched as the ball spun in your hand, watched as it floated over the net, and watched as the players made their moves. The last hit was made, coming over the net quickly. Left back took the pass and you called ‘Pipe”, a back row middle hit.

The ball landed in the net, ending your streak. The score was 14-13 now, and in a set that only went to 15, it meant you had to bust your ass to get the ball back. Typically, a libero or defensive specialist would rotate in for you right now, but you had been working on your back row skills so coach opted to keep you in. The ball was served to your right, the setters corner. The pass was made, a set to the outside, and a kill, bringing you back to 14-14. You had to win by two.

The play was a blur, all you knew was you won that point, and before you knew it, it was game point again.

The feeling that washed over you when the crowd erupted in cheers as you won the game was one you would never get used to. Euphoria, a high that would never get old. One you couldn’t build a tolerance to.

The team rushed onto the court, dogpiling in the middle as the crowd started to shuffle out. When you made it out there was still a group of people standing around in the gym, waiting to talk to different payers.

A small crowd of four people stuck out to you, one in particular catching your eye. You ran over to him and he smiled, catching you in his arms and spinning you around as you laughed into his shoulder.

“You came!” He laughed at our surprise and nodded.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” He asked and you shrugged, still wrapped up in his arms.

“I didn’t see you, so I wasn’t sure.”

John B, Pope, and Kie all looked at the two of you in amazement. They had never seen JJ like this with anyone before. The group watched JJ swoon over you and hype you up about winning all the way out to your car.

“Hey JJ, we’re gonna head out. You comin’?” Pope asked him.

“I could give you a ride if you want?” You offered and he looked back between you all, opting to spend as much time with you as he could. The car ride was filled with laughter about how amazed JJ was that you could jump as high as you did and hit the ball as hard as you were capable of. It was funny to see him so enamoured by something that seemed so mundane to you at this point.

Pulling up to the chateau, you both got out and stood at the front of the car, neither of you wanting to part ways.

“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8?” He asked and you nodded. He began walking into the house, but stopped when you called out to him.

“You’re not even gonna kiss me goodnight?” He turned around to see the smirk on your face and dropped everything to run back to you, scooping you up in his arms and attaching his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

You felt a fire ignite across your whole body as you shared this moment with him. You shared a kiss filled with passion, desire, and emotions you couldn’t yet name.

“Night, Captain…” He whispered in your ear, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps and shivers down your spine.

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hehe, this was really fun to write.

[bordeleaubeau]

when worlds collide - ryder donovan

chapter three wc: 5635

ryder looks around the group of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “well, my car can only hold four. five if we really squeeze. so i think me driving is out of the picture.” ryder says, since there was six of you and it wouldn’t make sense to make only one person drive by themselves.

“i can drive ken, that’s not a big deal,” logan says, a shy smile on his face as he looks at ryder, the two of them exchanging a quick look as kennedy blushes.

“we can ride with the two of you,” ricky adds, looking over at logan, immediately causing your heart rate to start to pick up. “and then ryder, you can drive y/n?” he suggests with a smile, giving the two of you a quick look that you try to ignore, but you can’t.

next to you, ryder is smiling. “that’s not a problem.” and for a second, you swear you could see his cheeks tinted pink. “right, y/n?” he nudges you gently in the side.

“right, ryder.” you confirm with a smile identical to the blond’s. it was clear to anyone, and as josie had stated before, clear to even a blind person how hard the two of you had fallen for each other in such a short amount of time. call it fate, but there really was something about being paired with ryder that set off fireworks. 

“all right, so old chicago? that sound good to everyone?” logan asks, and immediately everyone is in agreement, causing logan to nod. “great. head out, gang.”

the six of you all walk out of the rink, saylor’s baby carrier in your left hand as ryder walks alongside you. there’s a goofy smile on your face, one you can’t quite contain for reasons you couldn’t really say. logan and ryder had parked right next to each other, and you watch as kennedy looks at you with a face of pure excitement as she gets into the passenger’s seat of logan’s car. josie gets in the backseat along with ricky, leaving you to walk to the passenger’s side of ryder’s jeep.

“here, i’ve got it y/n/n,” ryder says, opening the passenger door for you and taking saylor from you. you thank him quickly before he shuts the door for you, leaving you to lean back in your seat and let out a sigh of bliss before he opens the backseat to put the carrier in. 

a few seconds later, the driver’s side is opening and ryder is sliding in, a sweet and contagious smile on his face. “you ready to go?”

“does it not look like i’m ready to go dono?” you giggle, referring to the fact you were already buckled in and more than ready to leave, considering the fact logan was already halfway out of the parking lot.

“no it does. i was just making sure with you, that’s all,” he shakes his head slightly before buckling up and turning his key in the ignition. you reach forward, turning on the radio and switching on the country station. “my kind of girl.”

“shut up donovan,” you laugh, leaning back in the seat with a smile on your face. “you’ve put willy on all these different artists, it’s all i hear coming from his bedroom now. so thank you for that.” 

“i’m not even gonna apologize. willy loves me,” he teases, but it’s true. willy looked up to ryder in every way possible, and it didn’t help that they were almost carbon copies of each other.

“whatever, just drive, dono. i’m starving.” you roll your eyes playfully as you complain, and in response ryder finally starts to pull out of the parking spot and onto the main road. “you know, you played really well, ryder.”

ryder shrugs slightly, his head turned to the left to make sure the turn was safe. “wasn’t anything special, y/n. just played the game. but what did i tell you? we were gonna beat your dad’s ass.”

“i’m sorry, do i have to repeat myself?” you giggle, shifting in your seat so you’re facing ryder. “you were the superstar tonight, dono! you had, what, three points? and the game winning goal, that was absolutely gorgeous, by the way.” 

ryder lets his shoulder’s shrug smugly, “just another game for me, sweets. nothin’ out of the ordinary for me,” ryder mumbles, head turning as he checks the road before making a turn. 

“you know, you were cute before you got cocky.” you grumble, turning back in your seat so you’re facing the windshield once more, arms crossing over your chest. 

out of the corner of your eye, you can see a smirk growing on ryder’s face. “you think i’m cute.” you open your mouth to object, but ryder beats you to it as he turns his head to look at you when he gets to the red light. “y/n l/n thinks i’m cute.”

“i do not!” you exclaim, already starting to feel the blush forming on your cheeks. ryder gives you a quick glance, an amused look on his face along with his eyebrows raised. “okay fine. but come on! can you even blame me, dono?”

ryder chuckles, “i dunno if i can, y/n/n. the only thing i’ve got going for me is hockey and that’s about it.” your mouth drops open and ryder starts to laugh harder. “what?”

“you did not just say that donovan. but i'm keeping my mouth shut, because i’m not gonna say something stupid.” you fold your arms over your chest once more and ryder just shakes his head with a playful scoff. you let the voice of morgan wallen’s whiskey glasses take over the comfortable silence between the two of you, ryder quietly singing the words here and there. and being honest? it was absolutely adorable.

a short few minutes later ryder pulls into the parking lot where logan’s truck was already parked. “do you think we should bring saylor in? she’s been quiet, so what are the odds she’ll go off if we leave her in here?” ryder asks, glancing over at you before looking in the backseat at saylor.

“i think we just take her in, rydes. it’s gonna be dead in there anyway, so we don’t have to worry about people looking at us weird, and i’d rather we not risk the potential of messing up our grade you know?” ryder nods along with you as you speak and you smile before the two of you get out of the jeep, you then going to the back door to grab saylor out of the seat.

“lemme take her,” ryder nearly whines, hands reaching out with a grabbing motion. you giggle and shake your head at the eighteen year old boy, but nonetheless you hand him the baby carrier with a smile on your face.

“better now, dono?” ryder gives you a satisfied smile and you shake your head once more. that boy was perfect in more ways than one and it was going to be the absolute death of you.

ryder holds the door to the diner open for you and you walk in with a stupid grin on your face, praying he can’t see your face in the reflection of the glass. but when the two of you walk into the seating area, you see the four of your best friends sitting in a ‘u’ shaped booth in the corner of the diner. 

kennedy is the first to see the two of you approaching them, and there’s a silly yet cute smile adorning the lips. if you were closer, you’re sure you would’ve heard her giggling quietly under her breath. “there you guys are!” she exclaims.

“we were starting to think you guys ditched us,” logan speaks, eyes fixated on his best friend with his arm wrapped around ken’s shoulders. “glad to see you didn’t.” he smirks at ryder, and out of the corner of your eye you see ryder roll his eyes.

“we took the long way, we were jamming,” ryder says, stepping out of the way so you can slide into the booth before him. he slides in right next to you, placing saylor to the left of him. 

you try your absolute best at ignoring the looks kennedy and josie are giving you. you weren’t even aware that you took the ‘long way’ to old chicago, but apparently you had. your cheeks are flaming hot and it’s a miracle no one had pointed them out just yet.

but even if someone was going to, you’re saved by the waitress coming up. she’s an older lady, but nonetheless she’s got a sweet smile on her face as she approaches the six of you. “good evening you guys,” she grins. “my name’s lucy and i’ll be taking care of you kids for the night, can i start you guys off with some drinks?”

you all go around the table reciting your quick drink orders. you order a shirley temple, earning a chuckle from ryder. “what?” you ask, turning to look at him.

“nothing, y/n,” ryder shakes his head with a smile. after lucy walks away, saylor begins to cry, and in an instant ryder is reaching over and grabbing her from the carrier. while he takes care of the doll, you turn to the remainder of your group.

“you two played incredible tonight!” you exclaim with a smile to ricky and logan, both who are quick to turn bashful as if they hadn’t already heard it from josie and kennedy. and as if they don’t already hear it after almost every game they play in. 

“thanks y/n/n, but chances are we couldn’t have done it without willy, you know that right?” ricky asks and instantly your eyes are rolling. “what’s that look for?”

you shrug quickly, “i just feel like you guys don’t give yourselves enough credit all the time. yeah will may help here and there but he’s not the sole factor why you guys win, he was super hyped up tonight because of playing against our dad, so that helped a lot. you guys are too hard on yourselves.” 

ricky and logan exchange a look between one another, ryder adding into the mix when he finally looks up from saylor who stopped crying. “ryder, where’d you find this one? i like her.” logan smiles teasingly at you and you roll your eyes. 

“definitely haven’t been around you guys before or anything,” you let out an exaggerated sigh. willy had begged you to stay as far away from the team as you could, and of course you respected his wishes. you couldn’t have asked for a better relationship with your little brother - and you weren’t going to mess it up when he had gotten a spot on the team after all his hard work. you weren’t going to have all of those boys tease him.

but now? yeah, you weren’t so sure you could keep that promise.

“she’s been here all along,” ryder chuckles from besides you, saylor now back in the carrier and his elbows now resting on the table. “something tells me our boy willy had something to do with that though. any of the other girls with brothers on the team are all over us, but y/n isn’t like that.”

you give ryder a side eye, your friends at the table chuckling as you do so. “ryder, even if willy didn’t tell me to stay away, i wouldn’t be all over you guys. i know what personal space is bud. but you’re right, willy didn’t want me hovering over him and you guys. he didn’t wanna be like the other guys, getting teased about their sister being easy or whatnot. besides, i’m not even like that to begin with.”

“she’s got a point,” josie points out from where her and ricky are both sitting next to each other. “did you even like hockey boys before ryder was in the picture?”

you can already feel your cheeks burning red at her comment, and if you had already ordered and gotten your food you were sure a fry would’ve ended up hitting her face or in her hair. “ryder had absolutely nothing to do with that. i always liked hockey boys.” you grumble, but even you knew you were lying. it didn’t help that the boys from your dad’s team were almost always chasing after you - and everyone knows the notorious stories about hockey players leading girls on. lucky enough for you, you had never fallen for their trap. but you had slowly strayed away from the idea of dating a hockey player.

“well ouch,” ryder feigns hurt as he presses a hand against his chest. “right to the heart, huh y/n/n?” he teases and you give him a mocking smile in return. 

“get over it dono. not every girl is willing to drop to her knees for you, and it’s time you realize that.” 

ryder’s head immediately snaps over towards ricky and logan, who are both pretty much laughing their asses off as ryder’s mouth is dropped open. you bite your lip to prevent a laugh from coming out, but even josie and kennedy are looking at you in pure shock. 

“i was not expecting that from you tonight,” josie chuckles, a look of pure amusement on her face. you shrug, sitting back in the booth and looking over at ryder, who still looks absolutely flabbergasted. 

“okay i’m sorry, but i’ve met too many egotistical hockey players in my life. my baby daddy is not going to be one of them.” finally, ryder snaps out of it, shaking his heart slightly as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“jesus, where have you been all my life.” he groans out, head falling back against the leather of the booth.

lucy comes back with all of your drinks, causing ryder to pick his head up from the booth. you all claim your drinks, lucy then starting to take all of your orders. you go for a chicken tenders basket and french fries, ryder with a cheeseburger, and kennedy and josie both go to share a basket of fries while ricky and logan both order pizza roll ups. 

ryder’s left hand goes to grab his drink, his left arm reaching around the back of the booth so his arm is resting over your shoulders. you look up at kennedy, her eyes wide as she looks from ryder’s arm to your face, and then to his. “ew, rydes. did you even shower dono? you smell disgusting!” you tease, followed by a small giggle as your nose scrunches up in fake disgust - of course you knew he had showered due to his damp hair. 

“i did actually!” ryder defends himself, a look of hurt spread across his face as your friends at the table are laughing. “you know who you should be asking? your brother. i heard he had a hot date tonight. anyway lo, i showered, right?”

ryder looks to logan, whose eyes are wide. “don’t answer him, lo.” you turn to ryder. “what the hell do you mean my brother had a date tonight?”

ryder looks confused more than anything, his eyebrows furrowing together as he looks down at you. “your brother has a date tonight, at least, that’s what he told us. right boys?”

you look from ricky to logan, who are both nodding timidly, too afraid of your reaction to fully commit to giving you an answer. “with who?” kennedy nearly screeches from across the table. “and he didn’t tell us, y/n/n?!”

“good question, ken. i think just another freshman girl.” ryder glances around the table, suddenly realizing his mistake. “i wasn’t supposed to tell you that, was i?” 

you frown. you can’t help it, either. william had always told you everything and he had promised you that whenever there was going to be a girl in his life he’d end up telling you about it. apparently that didn’t matter too much to him anymore though.

you huff, letting your head fall down onto ryder’s shoulder without a second's hesitation. ryder can’t help the smile that forms on his lips - a completely stupid, smitten one - as you frown at kennedy across the table. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” you grumble, reaching at the table and grabbing the wrapper for your straw and beginning to tear it to shreds.

“our little willy is growing up,” kennedy’s voice cracks along with raising a few octaves as her head then leans on logan’s shoulder, a shy smile forming on his lips as well. 

ryder’s fingers brush along your shoulder, just barely massaging your fabric covered shoulder. “we could go crash their date, you know. i think he said they were going to little angie’s. it’s not that far.” 

“could we actually?” you look hopefully up at ryder, your head then turning to look at the remaining four, who are all shaking their heads frantically leaving you to heave out a sigh.

“y/n, don’t. as much as we know you want to, let the kid live a little, okay? it’s not the end of the world if he goes on one date.” ricky defends willy, allowing you to lower your eyes at him. ricky’s hands go up in defense, his gaze wavering from yours.

lucy comes back out with your food orders and lucky enough for the boys, the conversation dies down as you all eat your food in a comfortable silence. you pick at your french fries, your eyes glancing over at ryder every few seconds and you silently pray that the gesture goes unnoticed.

“so rydes,” you clear your throat, reaching for another fry from your basket. “i met your sister.”

you look over to gage his reaction, and immediately ryder freezes. he turns his head to look at you. “which one?” he asks carefully, like he’s treading on thin water. 

“clara.” the color drains from ryder’s face as he hears his little sister’s name - the same little sister he would tell everything to. the same little sister that had the biggest blabber mouth there could ever be. and now, he was starting to regret all his decisions.

“she uh,” he clears his throat. across the table from you two, your friends are all watching and listening intently. “she didn’t say anything, did she?”

you give ryder a look, your eyebrows furrowing as you let out a small chuckle. “like what exactly, rydes? we just walked and talked. she asked me about my sweatshirt. i bought her a slushie, walked her back to her seat.”

“oh. nothing.” 

but now you’re intrigued, of course. you turn in your seat so you’re facing ryder more, “ryder, what?” you press further, enjoying watching as his cheeks turn a dark shade of red. ryder just shakes his head. “ryder donovan.”

“it’s nothing bad! don’t worry about it, y/n/n,” he glances up at you for a second, the little spark in his eyes setting off a million butterflies in your stomach as your start to feel a blush of your own start to form on your face. there’s a cute smile on his face that he’s trying his hardest to bite back, but it’s nearly impossible. you can still see it. 

while his smile is small, yours is wide. ryder is doing anything and everything he can to not look at you after that, so you poke him in the side, a sweet smile on your lips. “she’s really sweet, you know. she reminds me a lot of you.”

his smile then turns into a smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “well, i did teach her everything she knows.”

“oh really now? because you’re such a charmer, huh dono?” you raise your eyebrows at the blonde boy next to you, intrigued by the sudden confidence boost that took a mere 2 seconds. 

ryder chuckles before he grins, eyes finally raising to meet yours. his cheeks have finally returned to their normal pale color, “i am a charmer, i’m happy you noticed, y/n/n.”

“i never said you were a charmer.”

ryder hums, “so i guess that means i gotta try that much harder, huh l/n?” 

you feel kennedy’s boot clad foot hit your shin, and you’re sure by the end of that night and by the time you’d be home you would have a nice sized, purple bruise on your shin. “what do you mean, ryder?” you play dumb, a knowing smile on your face.

a soft scoff escapes ryder’s lips, his fingers beginning to tear at the white napkin that sat in front of him. “wouldn’t you like to know, y/n?” he glances at you. you feel your stomach do flips at such a simple gesture, but you can’t even help it. you had fallen, and you had fallen hard. in a matter of 48 hours.

“come on, dono, tell me,” you whine slightly, your hand reaching out to rest on his muscular bicep. ryder glances down at your hand, and suddenly he’s beyond thankful you couldn’t feel his heart beating, because it felt like it was ready to beat out of his chest.

finally, ryder looks up at you, a soft smirk on his face, “i dunno, i think i’d rather make you wait.”

“what’s the fun in that?” you groan, a pout forming on your lips as you pull your hand away from ryder’s bicep to cross your arms over your chest.

“keeps you on your toes, baby mama,” he smirks, accompanying his statement with a quick wink. now it’s your turn to blush and you turn so you’re facing forward once more, your arms crossing over your chest trying your hardest not to smile. ryder nudges you, a smile of his own on his face. “what’s that for, y/n?” 

“you’re being mean,” you grumble, once again feeling the kick to your shin from your best friend. you tear your attention away from the table to glance and her, and her entire face is lit up like a billboard. kennedy parkland - the hopeless romantic - knew exactly what was unfolding right in front of her.

“oh, so that’s why you’re smiling?” he teases you, and equally as teasing smile on his face that you can see out of the corner of your eye, because you kept your eyes fixated on your best friend. 

you jut your lip out, throwing a quick glare to him. “no, but i’m keeping you on your toes by not telling you, right dono? you’re the one that started this, you know. if you just told me in the first place, maybe we wouldn’t be having this issue!” 

“sorry to break it to you sweets, but there’s some things you don’t have to know. and this is one of them.” there’s a smirk on ryder’s lips as he reaches for one of your fries from your basket, and you can’t help the huff you let out.

“you know, i really don’t like you right now, dono.” you mumble, smacking his hand away from your food. 

“oh, ‘right now?’” he mocks you, a stupid grin on his face. “so you normally like me?”

“no!” you gasp. you see the slight look of hurt flash across ryder’s face, and you can’t help but sigh. “well, yes? no? i don’t know!” you let out a sigh, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as everyone at the table now turns to you. and not one of them knows what to make out of the situation - besides kennedy, of course.

ryder’s head then tilts to the side slightly, an entertained smile on his lips, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “if i’m being honest, i just wanted to see you blush again.” your eyes roll immediately as he finishes his sentence.

“you are the worst, ryder.”

“yeah, i know,” he smiles, his hand that’s around your shoulder playing with the fabric of his sweatshirt that you have on. there’s a dumb smile on your face, but that’s wiped clear off your face when you feel your phone buzz from your pocket. 

-

william: you went out with ryder?

y/n: you went out with a girl? read: 10:02pm 

-

“look at this!” you exclaim, shoving your phone in ryder’s face. his eyes widen for a split second at the sudden moment before he’s grabbing your phone from your hand. “who does he think he is!”

ryder’s nose crinkles, eyes glancing back and forth from your eyes to your phone screen. “a teenage boy?” he guesses, voice raising a couple octaves.

you let out a sigh, “rydes you don’t get it.” you grumble, taking your phone back from his grip to slide it across the table for the other for to read. in his seat, ryder shifts so he’s facing you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“you’re right, i don’t. wanna explain it to me?” 

and there were those damn butterflies again. 

everything the kid did had your heart racing and your cheeks burning pink. and he was having a hell of a lot of fun with it, too. “it’s just -” you sigh, leaning back in your seat. “he used to tell me everything. even when he was in middle school. i just thought he would have told me about this, you know? will’s never even been on a date before.”

“kinda like how you told him you were going out with me?” ryder’s eyebrows raise and you falter slightly. he sort of, kind of, had a point. but not really.

“but that’s different!” you proclaim, “he’s out on a date. we’re out with friends. besides, he knew i was going out tonight. i thought he was going home with our mom.”

“maybe he’ll tell you about it in the morning, but from previous experience as a fifteen year old boy? there was a time when i stopped telling shay everything.” ryder rubs your shoulder comfortingly, leaning down to give you an apologetic look. he really did feel bad - anyone on that team knew how close you and william were. 

you just shrug, “okay fine, i guess you’re right, i just wasn’t expecting it,” you mumble, completely defeated.

“i know you weren’t y/n/n, and i’m sorry it happened but he’ll come around to telling you everything again. i did with shay, and vanessa,” he tries to reassure you, voice soft as he talks to you.

“ryder does he ever tell you things?” you blurt out. you couldn’t help it, either, you knew william absolutely adored ryder in every way possible. he idolized the kid, even. he was so excited when he was finally able to play with him, let alone be his linemate.

ryder’s eyebrows furrow, “what kind of things? because willy just about never shuts up when he’s talking to me. not like i mind, though.” he lets out a soft laugh, one that finally puts a smile on your face. “there’s that smile, pretty girl.”

“i dunno, just,” you have to fight through your smiling lips and blushing face, “things you’d tell shay? or i guess things you wouldn’t tell shay. things he’d only tell a teammate, maybe.”

“he hasn’t yet, but i’d he does do you want me to tell you? but you have to keep it a secret. i don’t want willy turning on me.” 

you nod, “if you don’t mind? and don’t worry. he’d never turn on you. me, maybe. but never you.” you give him a smile and ryder nods, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “thank you rydes.”

“of course, any time, y/n/n.”

logan clears his throat from across the table, “well, are we all ready to head out?” he asks, looking between the two of you. “cause i think we’re all ready. i’ll just head to the front to pay and we can go.”

“yeah i think so.” ryder says, then glancing over at you. ryder starts to dig into his pocket for money, and so do you seeing as everyone had already given logan their money for their share. you go to give logan your ten, but ryder swats your hand away, handing logan a twenty. “don’t worry about it.”

“thanks, rydes,” you mumble quietly, your cheeks an undeniable pink color as the six of you then all start to get out of the booth. ryder sticks his hand out for you to take, and once you’re fully out of the booth his hand then travels to the small of your back, free hand grabbing saylor’s baby carrier. 

you all bid your goodbyes, ryder leading you out of the diner, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you walk to ryder’s jeep. you follow the same routine from earlier, ryder opening your door, you thank him, and then he puts saylor in the backseat before getting into the driver’s seat. but before you say anything to the boy, you feel your phone vibrate and you pull it out of your pocket.

-

william: i thought i told you to stay away from my teammates y/n.

-

you swallow hard, leaving the message on read and stuffing it in your pocket once more. “rydes?” you ask, leaning all the way back in the seat so your cheek is pressed against the leather to look at him. ryder hums in response, turning the radio on before turning to look at you. “thank you.” 

“for what? we were just having a night, y/n/n. you are my baby mama after all, it’s the least i can do.” the two of you sit there, music from ryder’s phone automatically playing from the bluetooth.

you let out a soft laugh, “‘m not just talking about paying for my meal. i mean everything. talking, the ride, reassuring me about william. it means a lot, rydes. especially knowing will has someone like you in his life.”

ryder puts his car in reverse, looking over his shoulder as he starts to pull out of the parking spot. “of course. i love willy, you know that. i’d do anything for the kid. and i love being that person for him you know, and i’m gonna keep my word i promise. if he says something to me i’ll report right to you, got it?”

“got it,” you smile, letting out a blissful sigh as you look at the blond whose eyes are trained on the road in front of him. “you know where i live, right? just from picking will up and dropping will off?” 

ryder nods, confirming your suspicions. “yeah, you guys are only like, ten minutes away from us. it’s not too far at all, not a problem either. speaking of, what do you think about me picking you up in the morning?” ryder asks, glancing over at you. but he quickly rushes out, his words blending together, “i just feel bad if you have to drive and bring saylor to school, you know? that’s all. i’ll drive will, too.”

“you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to do that at all,” you shake your head at him, but ryder sends you a quick smile.

“i told you, i don’t mind. i promise you that y/n.” 

you let out a sigh, and ryder smiles knowing he’s got you exactly where he’s got you. because you’re gonna give in. “okay, okay. but that also means you need to stop for caribou in the morning, got it dono? will and i get it every morning.”

“anything you want, you got it.” you smile at him, letting your eyes linger on him for a minute too long. but before you know it, ryder is pulling down your street and then unfortunately, up your driveway. but you didn’t want the night to end. 

“thank you rydes,” you thank him again, going to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car, but ryder’s hand stops you.

“you really think i’m gonna ask you to my game, take you out for dinner afterwards, and not even walk you up to your door? what kind of guy do you think i am, y/n?” you can’t help but laugh, but nonetheless you nod.

“okay, okay, what are you waiting for then?” you don’t have to say another word before ryder is unbuckling besides you and getting out of the car. 

slowly, and noticeably so, the two of you take the short walk up to your front door, the ten second walk being drawn out to nearly thirty seconds with how slow you were going. but when you finally reach the door, you turn around with your back pressed against it to face ryder.

“really, i mean it. thank you for tonight, ryder. i had a lot of fun.” you admit quietly, your eyes meeting his, and even in the dim light of the porch light you can see the soft smile on his face.

“i had a lot of fun too, y/n/n. we should do it again sometime.” and once again, even in the dim light you can see the blush on his face. the two of you continue to stand there quietly looking at each other.

“goodnight, ryder.” you whisper.

“goodnight, y/n.” ryder whispers right back at you, but neither of you move. you don’t move to open the door, and ryder doesn’t take his hand away that’s resting besides your head. and slowly but surely does he ever so carefully start to lean down.

chapter four

[percabethfeelsfandom]

Now, can you make a minor god godly parents version, please 👉👈😳?

Minor godly parents

Nemesis

Children of Nemesis never forget an argument. Their ears are trained to remember words, and insults, and will never ever let you forget. They are incredibly loyal, but never double cross them or it’ll be the last mistake of your life. They are strong believers in doing what Is right and fighting for equality so you’ll find them at the forefront of protests and trying to fight the legal system from both within and outside. They make the decisions that others won’t and are one of the neutral voices that campers turn to at war councils. This tends to inflate their ego though as they think they are like their mother bringing justice to their peers, but if they believe they deserve it they’ll accept their punishment.

Tyche

Children of Tyche are risk takers. They are hard headed, well intentioned risk takers that walk on the street with their eyes closed to prove a point and let their friends shoot arrows at their head where an apple is balanced. Erratic and pretty unpredictable, you never know what you’re getting into with these children but boy is it a ride. If you ever see them paired with a child of Nike, run the other way. Because the combination of their blessed luck and Nike’s competitiveness in games they are a nightmare during games nights. With this as well, people’s days always seem to get a little bit better after spending time with them, and thanks to westernisation children of Tyche have a habit of carrying four leaf clovers and other ‘good luck’ items.

Hecate

Children of Hecate are reminders that magic really isn’t just pulling a rabbit out of a hat. They are mysterious smiles, and whispered foreign words. They are powerful and have a mighty will, as magic is not something small to mess around with. They tend to sometimes be separate from some of the camp due to their other worldliness but that does not deter them. Sometimes their eyes haze over with fatigue from exerting themselves too much but they will do what needs to be done. Just don’t come to them for advice because you might come back with more questions than answers afterword, because sometimes it still seems like they’re speaking in riddles.

Janus

(Though not a greek God I did want to mention him because I think his children would be interesting)

Children of Janus are every bit the devils advocate and also the angel. Depending on the child, these children tend to be an extreme optimist or a pessimist. It comes with the territory when your dad Is the god of choices. They are also huge troublemakers and love making life hard for those that encounter them, providing people with profound questions that cause existentialism and don’t have any real answers. But if you catch them at the right time, they can help you hash out arguments, let you see both sides to the story and work your way through it. Some myths say that one side of Janus looks to the future and the other the past, this makes Janus and therefore their children wise to a certain extent. Just make sure you’re ready for the answer when you ask it.

Nike

Children of Nike can only be compared to the children of Ares for their bloodthirstiness to win. Willing and able to risk everything for the laurel wreath these children are cutthroat on the battle field. It is this determination and this drive that makes them both worthy opponents and loyal teammates, but need to be reminded every now and then that they are in a team. They are the ultimate hype person when it comes to team events and talk the worst (best) trash talk when sparring. with enhanced strength these children are a force to be reckoned with.

Iris

Children of Iris are the reminder that some people can most definitely become the embodiment of joy. With eyes that always seem to catch the light at the right moment, that sparkle and gleam. As the rainbow cabin, they have taken the unofficial offical role as the pioneer and provider for all LGBTQ+ flags. Their voices are always bright with personality and are so incredibly distinct in a group of people, they’re naturally charismatic and you can’t help but be drawn to their fun personality.

Hypnos

Children of Hypnos are the ones you go to for some quiet. With cool hands to press against your forehead and ease you to sleep, voices like a siren, humming while they play with your hair. They’ll hold you tight and watch over you while you get the rest you deserve. Being a half blood is hard they know, but they also know that their abilities are better kept within the borders of camp and in the infirmary helping people escape from the pain they would other wise feel. With eyes that seem to pierce your soul, and smiles that make you feel warm and cozy, children of Hypnos are a reminder that sleep is meant to bring you rest. But don’t mess with them, or you’ll be reminded that Hypnos is the brother of Death himself.  

Hebe

Children of Hebe are the beautiful souls that don’t seem to age. While children of Aphrodite are beautiful, in their own way. Children of Hebe are timeless. With eyes that never seem to lose their brightness, and hands that are always soft and never seem to lose their strength. They have a spring to their step as they walk, and their laughs carry over the strawberry fields.  Children of Hebe are always there, a shoulder to cry, a lap to fall asleep in, and also the same person to go to when you want to have fun, combine them and the children of Dionysus and you’re bound to have a great time, they’re a person you can always count on.

Morpheus

Children of Morpheus are the dreamers (pun intended). With imaginations that make absolutely no sense. They see sound and feel colour. These dreamers talk in riddles and tend to see the world in a way that no one else can. They are first to agree with other-worldly plans and are ever the optimist. Because if no one believes in the impossible, then the word loses its meaning. Like children of Hypnos, their voices are soft, and melodic, pulling you into a trance like state.

[simply-ellas-stuff]

My thoughts on Zack Snyder's Justice League because I watched it

The opening sequence, bc even tho the repeated scream audio was stuipid this opening was better

The new meeting between batman and Aquaman - that drawing on the wall in the og was unnecessary

Diana's extra badassery

The design of Stephen Wolf, because now he actually looks scaryish

The Queens emotions about losing her sisters of Themyscira - QUEENS DON'T JUST SEND THEIR PEOPLE INTO BATTLE EMOTIONLESSLY THESE SCENES WERE NEEDED - FUCK

THE BIGGER WITH IN THEMYSCIRA WHY THE FUCK DID THEY CUT THAT OUT?! - oh right, its because the previous director is sexist as fuck,

Stephen Wolf's Daddy Issues because that's fucking hilarious

Bruce explaining his want to find everyone bc of his promise

The close up on the fly things because that actually made it scary

THE FUCKING LIGHTING CEREMONY IN THEMESCERIA HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT

Diana's extra badassery after getting the Arrow because WHY THE FUCK WAS THAT CUT?! This explains SO MUCH about how Diana knows SO MUCH about a time she wasn't alive in and I have NO FUCKING CLUE why it was cut!?

Arthur Curry is a Stripper - Confirmed!

Arthur and his trainer talking, but idfk why they kept the bubble thing Although I do like that they clarify that it's not just Mera who can do that bubble thingy

The scene between Stephen Wolf and the stone-wall dude person was cool and it explained why Stephen Wolf was so desperate

Zeus, Ares, and Artemis prepped for battle along with Poseidon in the flashback was FUCKING AWESOME!!! Diana's Aunt as well, the shows of the Green Lanterns, and the ring returning to the planet [Although they should've named Artemis, bc she can easily be mistaken for Athena - Also; Artemis' roman equivalent in the goddess Diana ]

Darkseid being in the flashback, which explains a lot

The Gods vs Darkseid was FUCKING AWESOME

Barry's awkward rambling after running into Iris

ALSO IRIS FUCKING WEST!!!

The Big Belly Burger Reference, nicely done

My dad says Iris' car is beautiful

BARRY SAVED IRIS BITCHES

The slow-mo crash gave me anxiety

My dad says, "I know you got all the time in the world but c'mon this is ridiculous" about that scene then "That beautiful car..."

THE SCENE WITH STEPHEN WOLF AND THE ALTLANTIAN MAKES EVERYTHING MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK DID STEPHEN WOLF KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE MOTHER BOX IN ATLANTIS

Do. Not. Make. Diana. And. Bruce. Romantic. Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

The use of slow-mo is kind of redundant

Victor being fucking AMAZING even tho he's getting in trouble at school

Victor and Mama's discussion gives some life to the 2-Dlike Cyborg from the og movie, WHY THE FUCK WAS IT CUT?!

Victor's inner-world where he's still fully human

Barry being sarcastic as fuck towards his father lmfao

"Very attractive Jewish boy"

The reference to Grodd YAAAAAAAS

I still hate that Barry's lightning is blue and not red

The explanation of the Speedforce and Snacks

"What are your super powers again?" "I'm Rich" Still one of the best lines

I love Diana's shirt in the scene with Alfred

"Looks like you have a date, Ms. Prince" lmfao - Unless his name is Steve, I doubt it

I feel like Victor and Diana would be a good brother/sister duo, ngl

Burying the fucking box at your mothers grave was the stupidest shit I have ever fucking seen Victor.

COMMISIONER GORDON HELL YES

Barry's utter fail at being normal around Diana

The underwater click-like dolphin speak was cool, but still kinda dumb knowing that later Aquaman speaks underwater just fine - ngl

Nice Liquidkinetics, Mera. Amber you're still a cunt.

Also, Mera says her parents died - Wasn't her father alive in Aquaman??

Victor seeing the bat-signal explains how he knew how to find them, honest

The badass entry of Bruce, Diana, and Barry makes me laugh

Barry is far too close to Bruce

Victor scared Barry LMFAOOOO

If Victor's father is the head of STAR Labs where the fuck is Harrison Wells?????

THEY LEFT BARRY BEHIND, ASSHOLES

Diana's annoyance at Barry running ahead is such a Mom thing

Stephen using the bug thing makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE

Diana trying to make a plan and it getting ruined fits with the exasperated Mom theme she's got going on.

THE SONG HEN DIANA GOES AGAINST STEPHEN WOLF, THE FUCKING VOCALS ALONG MAKE ME HYPE AS SHIIIIIIIIT

"I Belong To No One" I FUCKING LOVE IT

HEEEEEEEEELL of a push Barry lmfaooo

"Thank you Alfred" "Don't mention it" Mans is bored of your shit

"Sword Lady" LMFAOOOOOOO

Diana's x-move thing against Stephen Wolf YAAAAAAAAS BITCH

Diana saving Barry's ass - Accurate!

Victor taking over the Crawler makes more sense this way, honest

OKAY YOU AN ACTUALLY SEE AQUAMAN IN THE WATER AND IT MAKES IT MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE

That jump onto the crawler was smooth as fuck Diana!

Stephen Wolf getting visions from the boxes also explains a lot about some shit

"I know the requirements, I wrote them" Suuuuuuubtle lmfaoo

Victor brining the box them also fits better

Why is this Stone looking mother fucker speaking Latin?

Hello Darkseid, you look particularly dramatic this evening

Victor's explaining how he knows about the box makes a lot of sense, why was this cut again??

Actually explaining the fucking Mother Box was Helpful

Mrs. Kent and Lois having a heart to heart holy shiiiit

Martha talking about how Clark's death was drowned out by Superman's - wooow

WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH MARTHA'S EYES IS THAT J'ONN J'ONZZ?! THATS THE MARTIAN MANHUNTER HOLY FUCK IT'S J'ONN J'ONZZ

Ironic that Ezra-Flash's hero is Superman while Grant Gustin's hero is superman lmfao

Diana and Arthur chatting was cute, the quote was awesome and the Atlantians totally copped that quote from the Amazonians

Alfred being a sarcastic fuck is my favorite

Alfred being the voice of reason, as always

Arthur helping Barry pick a hat is AMAZING

Diana telling the boys to change, mom or big sister?? lmfaoo

Barry's social awkwardness gives me second hand embarrassment

This little infiltration arc makes SO MUCH more fucking sense

Every one being suited up and triggering the alarm is amazing

Mr. Stone fucking trusting his son is my faaaaaavorite

THE SUITS ACTIVATED AND CAME OUT WHEN CLARK WAS MOVED PAST THEM DUDE WTF

IS LOIS PREGNANT?!?!?!

Barry looks like he's about to throw up

BARRY HAS ALREADY TIME TRAVELLED THAT LINE SHOULDVE BEEN KEPT IN

Arthur being antsy about not doing the resurrection makes so much sense

VICTOR SEEING A POSSIBLE FUTURE IS THE BEST SHIT

I love vision-Diana's Norse burial

EVIL VISION-SUPERMAN DUDE CMON

THE MISUNDERSTANDING MAKES THIS WORSE AND BETTER AT THE SAME TIME

HE REVERSED TIME WHEN HE RESURRECTED SUPERMAN WHAAAAAAAAT

The Military arriving was a sensible addition

The fancy ass dramatic ass arrival of Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and Cyborg when Superman gets to the monument is hilarious

Victor loosing control is the woooooorst

The Lasso of Truth almost got through to him but he's a stubborn fuck

Superman functioning in Flashtime is something I will never understand

Yeah lets shoot at the guy whose indestructible, right

"you should probably move" LMFAOOOO

Batman v. Superman part 2 insert eye roll here

headbutts like children - and that's cheating on the playground Clark.

Heat vision makes so much more sense than "do you bleed?"

Lois coming in cluuuuutch

I like Lois' appearance better than Alfred bringing her, it fits Lois better

Arthur and Barry now have rivalry lmfaooo

Mr. Stone being obsessed with the mother box is annoying as fuck

Mr. Stone is an idiot and he should've fucking left the box alone

That was a horrible death why was that necessary?!

Arthur being a pessimist in this movie is honestly hilarious, tho why is he anti-love??

Barry being surprised at Batman's richness is never not funny

"I'll take that as a yes" okay Clark, don't show off

IS LOIS PREGNANT OR NOT?!

"Its really me Ma" Best scene of the whole fucking movie

Barry and Arthur heart-to -heart "I thought you didn't car" "I never said that" BUILD THIS FRIENDSHIP

BRUCE TELLS DIANA OF THE VISION

Bruce talking about faith never bodes well

THE QUEEN LOOKS BEAUTIFUL

"uh with the power of love" "Barry" LMFAOOOOOO

THE KRYPTONIAN SUITS LOOK AMAZING

Since when does Superman have Geokinesis??

I LOVE HOW BOTH OF HIS FATHERS ARE TALKING TO HIM I FUCKING LOVE IT

THE SUIT UP SCENE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME IT LOOKS AWESOME

"just have to knock a little louder" Well, that's one way to knock Bruce

Nice crash boy

Straight up sounded like "Loud and queer" lmfaoooo

Diana leading the teeeeeeeaaaam Hell Yes!

I do miss the "I think we're all gonna die" lasso-Arthur scene tho. it was stupid - but funny.

DIANA COMING IN FOR THAT SLICE AND DICE BAYBEEEEY

THE TEAM SHOOOOT YES totally taken from Marvel but fuck did it look good

"you really are out of your mind" says the idiot who talks to fish

"not done yet" vs "your welcome" I like the second one better

Glorious hair Arthur lmfaoo

Fucking chair eject

NICE SHISH-KA-BOB ARTHUR FUCK

Alfred doesn't even fucking blink when Clark arrives

ARTHURS TRIDENT DOES THE WAVY THING ON LAND TOO BROOOO

Oh yeah, step back for the demi-god princess

DONT PISS OFF DIANA AND DO NOT USE HER FAMILY TO FUCK WITH HER IT NEVER ENDS WELL

The familiar flash buildup power ring will never not make me happy

Daaaaaayum Diana!!

Nice catch Arthur

Diana knows her mother and sisters are alive bc they sent the arrow to her, so why is he even trying it??

NICE SAVE SUPERMAN!!

"Not impressed" Smooooooth

THAT FINAL BATTLE IS FUCKING AWESOME

TIME TRAVEL

BADASS DIANA WITH THAT DEPCAPITATION

You sent Today at 5:44 PM

Them all standing there was straight up "Fuck with us, I dare you"

The epilogue was great but that dream was confusing, are we doing Alt-universe shit??

MARTIAN MOTHER FUCKING MANHUNTER BITCHEEEEEEEEEEZZ

IS LOIS PREGNANT OR NOT?!

[rosyredlipstick]

clown embers: my heart burns there too

For the anon who asked for a fic rec list for It: thank you for knowing i needed to take a homework break and organizing a list for the fandom i CANT STOP READING 

seriously ever since i saw the second film in October i have been going absolutely CRAZY. like, i saw the first one in theaters and was kind “eh” but something unlocked in me after that second film like ???????? !!! so yes i have a TON of recs. 

all of these of reddie because the whole thing about pining for your best friend but wait, maybe it actually works out in the end when you’re 40 and reuniting with your friends after 27 years???? fucking gets me. all fix-it fics because IM NOT A MONSTER 

some fic authors i rec: Anything theapplepielifestyle has posted! Also ShowMeAHero has a LOT of really great stuff and has been updating regularly, which keeps my little reddie heart burning. Also, check out zach_stone! 

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I killed a clown. AMA! By liesmyth

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

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This fic Is so hILARIOUS. Seriously. I cant recommend it enough, I was dying laughing the entire time. And the different posts between Eddie and Myra? Loved it. 

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but of all these things i like you best of all by Fluffifullness

“You can cook?” Eddie blurts.

Richie blinks. “Yeah. What the fuck? Yes. I know we’re not the pinnacle of functional adulthood, here, but there’s no way I’m the only one in seven, right?”

“No,” Ben admits. He takes a few steps toward Richie, like he hopes fleeing the scene will dispel the momentary awkwardness. “It’s just…”

“I would’ve guessed you mostly do prepackaged stuff,” Mike adds, following Ben’s lead with an apologetic smile of his own. Eddie does, too, except he also stuffs his hands into his pockets and hunches in on himself just enough to attract Richie’s attention, which is why he inadvertently directs most of his retort at him.

(Or: the one where Richie's love language of choice happens to be cooking.)

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oh goodness, what an underrated fic. i love the relationship Richie has to build with cooking and showing the others his love for them. and eddies like,,, begrudgingly impressed with it all. love it!

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the universe was made to be seen by our eyes by playedwright

“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”

On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.

On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.

(Or, The Martian au)

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Okay first of all you nEED TO READ THIS SERIES. Wow. I loved The Martian but this AU space just works so, so well for the losers. Read it, love it, cry into your pillow. Thank me later (then message me so we can fangirl about how much we love the series)

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Derry Days by SidleyParkHermit

Everyone starts talking at once, but Richie cuts through the loudest. “Okay, back up, back up. Where are you getting all of this?”

“It’s happened before. I keep dying and reliving this day over and over.”

Bill is the first to speak, turning to Mike. “Uh, is that…”

Mike shakes his head, frowning.

“Shit,” Eddie says. “I was really hoping Mike would know something.

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Have I mentioned that I’m a BITCH for time-loop fics? Because i really, really am. And this one, with Eddie in the loop instead of Richie, puts a twist on a familiar fic t make it completely original. Love, love it! 

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Now What I'm Gonna Say May Sound Indelicate by IfItHollars

Eddie Kaspbrak has lived his whole life being told that he's delicate, and he's not. And nearly bleeding out in an alien fear demon's lair has helped him realize that--as well as what he can live through. It puts his priorities in some perspective.

What he is, is injured. And married. To like, a woman. And gay. And stupidly, stupidly in love with Richie Tozier, after all these years. And he'd like to use his new lease on life to act on many of these things, if only Richie would cooperate.

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Okay this is by far my favorite fic. Every new chapter is just such a JOY to read. The characters are all so layered and Eddie’s POV makes me laugh out loud like 10 times a chapter. It’s so funny but so, so heartfelt. AND THE RECENT CHAPTER - AKLSHFLAKH

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the anatomy of a joke by crescenteluce

He trails off and Bev raises an eyebrow. ‘So, you being in bed together fits in there how exactly?’

‘No, Jesus, Bev.’ Eddie says and Richie, horrifyingly, feels his cheeks heat under Bev’s suspicious look. Something needs to be done, so he plucks Eddie’s phone from his hands.

‘I am appalled by your implications, Beverly.’ He says sternly, trying to ignore the blood still not quite done rushing to his face. ‘I would have you know that I’d never defile Eddie like that, the poor man’s 40 year old and still a virgin and if I’d have the honor of-’

He’s cut off by Eddie trying to wrestle the phone away from him as Bev cackles delightedly.

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This fic is locked to ao3 users only but. Anon. listen. If there’s any reason to get an account, iTS THIS FIC. this fic is…. Dare i say, iconic. I reread it sometimes and i have to stop to take breaths from getting too hyped up at the section breaks. And the sequel???? Holy shit. Pls read this fic, pls. 

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feet on the ground, head in the sky by peggyolson

richie and eddie put themselves back together, one long-distance phone call at a time.

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God, i love a good phone fic. And this is just such, such a good writing of richie, the author really nailed him here. Just. read it. Cry. reread it again. 

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Anyway i love reddie fic so much. Give me two 40 year old best friends slowly remembering how much they love each, and throw stan in there too or else i get sad at 4am thinking about patty. thanks . i have a ton more so let me know if you want more!!!

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(Un)Broken Happily Ever After Chapter 3

Summary- Four years ago, you thought you were just going to another party. Little did you know you’d meet the man who would change your life.

Word Count- 3436

Pairing- Taehyung x reader

Warning- some swearing, nothing major

A/N- Thanks for reading! This is a flashback chapter if you didn’t figure that out. Each flashback chapter will be in Italics for future reference.

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Four years ago…

“Come one, don’t be such a drag!” Jungkook says pulling on your arm as he pulls you towards the house party you definitely don’t want to go to. You, and your two friends for the record, have midterms to study for and a party isn’t going to help you remember anything on the study list.

“Yeah, come on Y/N! You haven’t been out in forever!” Hoseok yells from behind you, already in the party spirit after pregaming at your apartment for the past hour. “Plus, this is our last year of university and then we start the real world. We deserve to have a little fun after working our asses off for the past four years! So, I want you to turn that frown upside down and let’s go!” Hoseok pinches your butt which makes you jump and yelp in surprise, making the boys laugh at your outburst.

“It’s time to have fun before we graduate and you go off to some country doing God’s work or whatever,” Jungkook says, slinging and arm around your shoulders.

You’ve known Jungkook since childhood, you two were literally diaper buddies. Your moms were best friends and got pregnant a couple weeks apart from each other. You and Jungkook have often wondered if it was just coincidence that they got pregnant around the same time or if it was planned. Either way, the two of you grew up more like siblings instead of friends.

You spent every weekend growing up at either his house or him at yours. You know every secret of his and vice versa. Every crush brought teasing and every heartbreak brought hugs and a movie night. When your high school boyfriend dumped you right before graduation, Jungkook dropped his grad date to take you instead. Jungkook was always the shy one in your duo and you knew how much courage it had taken him to ask the girl out, so you had refused at first. But he had always pictured the two of you going together so you agreed. The other girl wasn’t graduating that year, so you didn’t feel too bad stealing him away.

People always wondered if there was more going on between you two. Did she like him? Did he like her? But there was never anything like that with him. You knew too much about each other for there to be any romance. Yeah, as the two of you got older, Jungkook sprouted from being a wide eyed adorable little boy to a chiseled, sporty muscle man from long hours spent at the gym. And you grew into your curves, your face cleared up and smoothed out. People are always wondering if there’s something going on.

“It’s not God’s work, you doofus, I just want to go and help children who lost their parents due to war or sickness. That way when I come back home, I’ll be able to use the knowledge I got from there to spread awareness and help from here,”

“Please, Mother Teresa, don’t bring down the mood when we’re about to go walk into the most hyped party of the year,” Hobi says, nudging your side with his elbow. “I don’t want to think about sad parentless children right now. I’m too far gone right now and I might start crying.”

You met Hobi on your very first day of orientation in your first year. You and Jungkook had decided to go to the same university, so you were sitting together at a table when Hoseok came over and asked if he could sit in the extra chair at your table. It didn’t take long for Hobi to secure a spot in your friend group, making your lifelong duo into a trio.

Hobi is more extroverted like yourself so you always had someone to go to parties with when JK would need to recharge his social battery. Hobi was the missing piece you didn’t know was missing. Mostly the three of you did everything together; parties, classes, even going to each others’ hometowns for holidays. The three of you were best friends through and through.

And then in your second year, you met Seokjin and your trio became a foursome. He was graduating that year and decided one night at a party to share his university wisdom and hacks on you and your friends. For some reason he took a liking to the three of you and sought you out a few days after the party and you became actual friends.

You didn’t think you needed someone new in your group, but you couldn’t help warming to this older man who acted the same age as you. it was hard not accept him and his weirdly iconic laugh that was well known around the university grounds and his bad dad jokes. You thought he would bring a sense of maturity to your friend group but when the three of you were all together, you acted more like school children instead of adults.

When he graduated, you were scared things were going to change, that he wouldn’t have as much time to hang out with you anymore but Jin made it a mission to hang out with you at least once a week. And for the past two years, he’s kept that promise. Even when all of you were super busy with school or work. You always made sure to make time for your windshield wiper laughing friend.

“Sorry, sorry,” you say before clearing your throat, “Woo! It’s party time! I’m gonna get so wasted, and dance, and probably hook up with someone if the night goes how I want it,” you proclaim in a high pitched voice, mimicking what Hobi said back at your place.

“Har har,” he glares at you, but a smile graces his features a second later. “Seriously though, I’m going balls to the wall tonight so if I don’t remember who you are at the end of the night then you can be happy for me.”

“You can go balls to the wall but I’m hoping to go balls to pussy tonight,” Jungkook laughs and hold his fist to Hobi to bump.

You and Hoseok groan and you roll you eyes.

“Keep that hetero talk to yourself please. I’m not drunk enough to listen to that,” Hobi shivers in disgust.

“Seriously do you have to be so gro—” you start to say before someone bumps into you hard which makes you lose your footing and trip into Jungkook’s side.

“I’m so sorry!” the tall boy who knocked into you exclaims, grabbing your arms to steady you and you grab onto his. “My friend nudged me, and I wasn’t expecting it and I kinda fell, and I fell into you, and I’m so sorry!”

“Uh, yeah, it’s ok,” you say straightening up, “I didn’t get hurt so no harm done,” you smile. When his dark eyes reach yours after checking you out to make sure you really aren’t hurt, his jaw goes slack. “Ar-are you ok?” you ask, concern flooding your features. He stands, staring at you while still holding onto your arms until one of his friends pushes at his shoulder from behind.

“Oh, uh, I’m fine!” he says, shaking his head and throwing you a boxy smile. Your pulse quickens at this seriously attractive, flustered man, who’s still holding onto you with his big warm hands. His dark, slightly wavey hair falls into his eyes and you’re glad that he’s holding your arms because you think you would have run your fingers through it to get it off his forehead. His cologne tickles your nose and has you wanting to do some crazy things right here in the middle of the party thrower’s lawn.

“Well now that we know everyone is all good, we’re going to get going,” Jungkook says from behind you, grabbing your bicep and pulling you from the guy’s grasp.

The guy flicks his eye to Jungkook and instantly drops his hands from you and takes a step back, bursting the bubble the two of you were in. He sends you a small smile before dropping it to stare at his feet. You let Jungkook pull you away, the stranger’s cologne still lingering in your nose, making your head feel thick and dizzy with desire.

“— could have let her get his name before pulling her away,” you catch the last bit of what Hobi says, the delicious smell finally leaving your system.

“He was eye fucking her so much that I knew he didn’t care about her name,” Jungkook huffs, and you’re now realizing his arm is back around your shoulders.

“Excuse me?” you ask incredulously, craning your neck to stare up at him.

“Don’t worry, I saved you. I could tell that all he wanted was in your pants,” he smiles triumphantly at you.

“Maybe I wanted him in my pants. Did you see him?” you glare at him.

“That boy was blessed by every god. He was just,” hobi brings his hand up to do a chef’s kiss, “perfect.”

“Exactly,” you sigh dreamily. “And who are you to dictate who I can or can’t date or fuck? My body, my choice,” you stop right before the door to shove Jungkook’s arm off your shoulders and to turn and glare at him. “If I want to get my brains fucked out of me with someone who you don’t deem good enough,” you say, air quoting good enough, “then I will. It’s not up to you, ok?”

“Preach,” Hobi says, clicking his tongue at Jungkook.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I know it’s your choice and everything, but I just didn’t get a good feeling about him ok?” he gives you his puppy dog eyes pout which always makes you forgive him.

“Because you won’t be the hottest of our group if she dates him?” Hobi offers, smiling mockingly at Jungkook.

“I just didn’t ok? Can we drop it now and go in?” he asks, looking towards the door.

“Yess!” Hobi screams. “Let’s go second best!” he grabs Jungkook’s arm and opens the door, pulling the big lug through the door. You giggle at them as you watch them get swallowed up by the huge crowd of people littering every available space in the house. You turn to look back at the stranger only to find him already staring at you. Your body erupts in tingles and goosebumps and your heart starts pounding. You smile shyly before walking into the booming house.

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A couple hours, and many drinks later, you’re happily dancing with Hoseok in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Your sweaty bodies mingling and sharing space with the other dancers. Jungkook disappeared almost immediately after entering the party but Hoseok, your party buddy, hasn’t left your side, except the few times to get more drinks.

Which now that you’re thinking about it, you could use a refill.

You shimmy closer to your friend, bringing your lips close to his ear. “I need another drink! Do you want anything?” you shout to be heard over the music pumping through your veins. He shakes his head and continues dancing by himself before some cute, petite guy twirls into his arms and starts grinding into him.

You push your way through the throng of bodies, wanting to get away from that scene quickly. You’re glad he has someone to dance with but you really don’t want to see your best friend getting some. The floor is so packed you get hips and elbows connecting to your body with every step. You’re having troubles navigating around everyone when suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs your wrist. The mystery person manages to pull you past everyone and out of the raving crowd.

You don’t know who grabbed you, you don’t recognize the back that’s in front of you, but you’re thankful they got you out of there so quicky. The heat was starting to make you dizzy and your stomach twist. Mystery man pulls you to a quieter part of the room, against the wall farthest from the dance floor. He turns around and to your excitement it’s the same guy who bumped into you outside.

His dark eyes are now glassy and bloodshot from a night of drinking and you’re sure your eyes look the exact same. His mouth moves in such a nice way that you can’t tear your eyes away from it. The things you want that mouth to do to you has the blood running through your veins turning to fire. His cologne which is now mixed with alcohol and the faintest traces of cigarette smoke. Not what you’d usually go for but for some reason you find it so sexy and intoxicating. Your already drunk mind feels ten times more fuzzy standing this close to him. You’ve never wanted someone so badly before. His perfect mouth is still moving when you realize he’s trying to talk to you.

“Sorry, what?” you yell, tearing your gaze away from his mouth and to his eyes. He smirks and leans closer. You take a deep breath in, drinking in as much of him as you can.

“Do you want to get out of here? Find somewhere quiet where we can… talk?” he asks, his eyes moving to your lips. He ignites something so ferocious in you that you don’t even recognize who you are right now as you nod your head.

This isn’t like you. You don’t drunkenly hook up with random people, that’s Jungkook’s thing. He’s so shy but once that alcohol hits, he becomes a sex maniac and anyone with a vagina between their legs will do. But that’s never been you. You’re always careful and you at least like to know the person you are sleeping with. You’ve always preferred knowing the name you’ll be moaning out.

But maybe you’ve been missing out on the anonymity. You’ve never seen this guy before on campus so there won’t be any of those awkward smiles and forced small talk when you run into each other. You’re kind of looking forward to it as he pulls you by the hand again towards the stairs.

But when he turns to the door instead of the stairs, alarm bells start ringing in your head. Maybe Jungkook was right and there is something wrong with him? He pulls you outside but before you get too far, you plant your feet on the ground, trying not to sway too much. What if he goes around to university campuses and lures girls in with his incredible smile and hopes of hooking up and then murders them? He stops and turns to look at you in confusion.

“Where are we going?” you ask cautiously, reaching your hand down to your jeans pocket to feel for your phone.

“To the diner just down the road. I asked if you wanted to go and you said yes. Did you change your mind? We can go back in if you want? I just don’t really like parties and thought talking over a burger and fries sounded like a better way to get to know you. But if you don’t want to go with me, that’s ok,” he drops your hand and takes a step away from you. “You don’t even know my name, of course you don’t want to go with me. I’m so sorry, I’ve probably scared you,” he runs his hand over his face and through his hair while grimacing. “Let’s just go back inside. I’m such an idiot,” he whispers and starts to walk past you, but you grab his hand to stop him. He’s either a really good actor or he’s being sincere. It might be the alcohol, but you feel like you can trust him.

“Let me just text my friends where we’re going and then we can go, ok? I didn’t hear you properly inside so when we went outside, I didn’t understand what was happening,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile. He lets out a relieved sigh as you pull you phone out. But then his smile drops, and he looks back at the house.

“I, uh, don’t know how to say this, or if I should be the one saying this. I mean, I don’t know your relationship, but if it was me, I’d want to know, so I should just tell you, right?” he says quickly, almost to himself.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. Your relationship? What is he talking about?

“I, um, saw your boyfriend making out with another girl,” he winces as he looks into your eyes and squeezes his hands together.

“My boyfriend? I’m not dating anyone?” you shake your head in confusion. And maybe if you weren’t so drunk you would have realized instantly that he was talking about your best friend.

“But… earlier… he…?” he stumbles over his words. “When I almost knocked you over? That big guy? Isn’t he your boyfriend?” he scratches his nose, and you notice for the first time that he has a small mole on the end of his nose and now how you definitely want to kiss it.

“The big guy?”

It takes you a painfully long time to understand who he is talking about but when you finally do, you burst out laughing at the absurdity of it. You and Jungkook? Never in a million years. The bewildered look on the guys face is too much for you and it makes you laugh harder. Tears prick at your eyes and you don’t even know why you find it so funny, but you do, and you can’t stop the giggles.

“Me and Jungkook? No!” your head falls backward and the tears streak down your face. “I’m sorry for laughing so much! But he’s like my brother! I’d never date him!” you wipe at your eyes with one hand and hold your stomach with the other.

“Oh… yeah?” he says, his face brightening.

“Yeah. We’ve known each other since we were babies. We’re basically siblings so the thought of us dating is just hilarious but also so gross,” you say before taking a deep breath. “Oh, you’re so cute. That was the best. Thank you for that!” you giggle again while unlocking your phone. You miss the blush the covers his cheeks as he smiles shyly and looks away. You quickly send a message to your group chat letting them know you left and where you’re going.

“I’m Taehyung by the way, but my friends call me Tae,” he says sheepishly. You add his name to the text before sending it.

“I’m Y/N,” you hold your hand out for him to shake. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tae.” His big hand engulfs yours and he shakes your hand. You really want those hands on you but right now this will do. “So, this diner, they have desserts?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he nods his head, smiling.

“Then let’s go!” you take his hand and pull him down the walkway.

It’s a little chilly out with the sun down which you didn’t think about when you agreed to walk, but Tae senses you’re cold and pulls you closer. He puts his hands, with your one hand still clasped tightly together, in his jacket pockets. The warmth you get from him and the lingering heat from the alcohol in enough to keep you toasty.

The two of you talk the whole way to the diner, never once falling into an awkward silence. Because both of you are inebriated, the conversation isn’t too serious. You mostly talk about your dreams and crazy things on your bucket lists. Laughs and giggles fill the night air as you stroll along the sidewalk, a few cars passing you by and illuminating your close figures. Everyone driving by probably thinking you’re dating, and you honestly don’t mind the mix up.

As a pretty outgoing person, you’re used to talking to people easily, but something feels different with Tae. There hasn’t been any awkwardness between you despite the fact that you’ve just met ten minutes ago and you’re huddled together so close that once your icy breath reaches his, they mingle together before disappearing into the night. You normally make friends easily with your cheerful disposition, so you’re not sure why this feels different, but it does and you’re not complaining. It feels like you’ve known Tae for years.

It’s just a hunch you have, and maybe it’s so strong because you’re so drunk, but you feel good things coming your way with Tae. And you really can’t wait.

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Day24: PJO AU

Klance au month 2k19-  Lance hypes his cabin for capture the flag and says something he regrets

so i guess i’m adding more to this later cuz this did NOT turn out how i planned but whatever

Ao3

Lance scrutinized the stance of the baby warrior in front of him. Circling around the young half-blood he kicked her right foot farther behind her. “You would have a better center of balance if you place your right foot here—you're right-handed right?”

She adjusted her stance and nodded, gripping her sword tighter in her fist, hand shaking a bit with effort. Lance bit down a sympathetic smile. She was a fresh camper; just dropped off by a satyr a few days ago. He could see the embarrassed flush on her cheeks and her eyes darting to the other campers practicing their sword fighting.

“Okay, so loosen your grip a bit. That much tension ends up straining the tendons in your elbow for whatever reason, trust me.” He scooped his sword up from the dusty ground next to her and took his stance. “Okay, let’s start with the basic attack.”

They took a step in sync, swiping their swords down with one hand slicing the air in front of them. Nadia blocked her invisible opponent with her wooden shield while Lance brought his sword up in a block. Together they sliced down once again, the air whooshing at the speed. Stepping back into formation Lance turned to his pupil with a big grin. “Good! With enough practice, you’ll be slaying flying pigs and hellhounds.”

Nadia offered him a small smile before biting her lip. Dropping her sword, point down, into the dirt she asked, “Could I just… skip capture the flag tonight?”

He wrapped an arm around her slight shoulders. “Sorry, kid, Coran says the best teacher is experience. And our cabin is leading this time. Our own members can’t just sit out!”

“But--!” Nadia objected, gesturing helplessly to Lucas and Katy painting each other's nails off to the side of the arena. One or two more of the others dropped off from practicing and went to relax and gossip in the shade, only a few still sparring on the field.

Lance ran a hand through his hair to cup the back of his neck, sheepishly smiling at the baffled twelve-year-old. “Okay, so they’re more lovers than fighters. We’re a work in progress; sue me. But I got a feeling about you, Nadia. We’re Aphrodite cabin, we can go to fight just like anyone else, we just look better doing it.” He winked to punctuate his statement but she still looked skeptical. Finally, he rolled his eyes, “Fine, I got Hecate cabin, Demeter, Athena, and the Apollo kids. And,” he said, raising his voice to be heard across the entire arena, catching the attention from their other cabin members. “If we win I’ll treat everyone to a spa day with my special face masks.”

When the clang of swords resumed, enough that they echoed around them, he snickered, not noticing the person that crept up behind him.

“So that’s how you get your team motivated. Bribery.”

Startled, Lance yelped as he spun around, shoving Nadia behind him, sword at the ready. His sword clanged against a familiar knife that extended into a sword, the dull side barely grazing his cheek.

Lance smirked, dropping his sword and smoothly ducking under Keith’s, bringing him in very close to the son of Ares. Close enough he could smell cedar and smoke from the offering fire. “You’re just jealous you can’t get your cabin to be a team on anything.”

Raising a brow Keith looked around the arena, probably taking in every flaw, every sloppy stance or messy attack. “At least my cabin can fight.”

Frowning, Lance crossed his arms. He debated firing back, saying that they’re doing their best or even taking a jab at Keith’s cabin. Instead, he stepped aside, out of Keith’s space, to introduce his new recruit.

“Keith, meet Nadia of Aphrodite cabin. Nadia, this is Keith, head of Ares cabin.”

Lance watched how Keith’s stance softened, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a small smile. Biting down hard on his lips Lance forcibly turned to watch Nadia tentatively shake Keith’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Keith nodded, respectfully and still stupidly soft. “You too, Nadia.”

Clearing his throat Lance jerked his head towards Virgil who was getting disarmed way too many times in a row. “Hey, Nadia, why don’t you go over there and spar with Virg?”

Nadia’s hazel eyes darted from one head counselor to another before scurrying off to the struggling thirteen-year-old.

Watching her go, pointedly not looking at the other counselor Lance asked, “So, have you come here to check out the competition, Kogane?”

“Something like that,” Keith murmured.

Heat flushing through him, Lance bit down on his lip. He willed his cheeks to cool, unprepared for Keith’s answer. They’ve known each other for four years. They went on their first quest together, fought together, bickered, picked strawberries, did all the stupid camp activities dangerous and mundane. They didn’t do this! They didn’t… flirt. They fought, they pushed, they challenged each other. Ever since they went on their last quest to retrieve his mom’s girdle—which was really just a fancy belt that shifted to an accessory that would compliment the wearer’s outfit, kinda lame—Keith’s been… flirty.

And it’s not in Lance’s head! He’s the son of the goddess of love and beauty he knows when someone’s flirting! And furthermore, he knew Keith. He knows when Keith is being flirty, which is so subtle he normally won’t notice but—

He knows. It’s exactly like that time he was flirting with this one guy two years ago when they were going to fix whatever was happening with Iris. Gods he was so annoying, always ”mission first, Lance” and the first guy to show interest in him and he’s all ”Oh, I like your weapon” “that’s a cool knife”.

And recently he’s been looking for him for help with strategies against other cabins or partnering up with him. Somehow their stupid fights seem more lingering, softer, the rough edges sanded down to a fine grain like the beaches back home. Where Lance can’t help but stay and run his fingers over it in fascination.

And he has no idea how to handle it.

Face, unfortunately still hot, Lance said, “Well, you better watch your back, Keith. ‘Cuz Ares cabin is going down.”

Keith scoffed, eyes twinkling, “Maybe you should worry less on Ares cabin and more on your own.”

“Oh, my cabin is great. We’re a well-oiled machine. We got everything down to a science.”Lance ignored the fact he could see some of his siblings in the corner of his eye, stopping to look at them. Lucas and Katy whispering to each other and snickering. “We’re gonna whoop your ass, and I’m going to gloat it over you until the end of the summer.”

“Sure, Lance.”

“Hey, once upon a time Aphrodite was worshipped as a war goddess as well as love. Don’t underestimate us. Aphrodite cabin is gonna whoop your ass!” Behind him, there was a weak cheer from his siblings and Lance had to restrain a sigh.

“Sounds like a lotta talk.”

Okay, he’s had it up to here with him. “I bet you that we whoop your butt!”

Keith paused, giving Lance enough time to hear what he just came out of his godsdamned mouth and regret. “Okay,” Keith drawled, “it’s a bet.”

“Fine! What’s the bet?”

Keith shrugged, the obnoxious orange T-shirt stretching over his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ll think of something later.” Smirking, Keith started towards the exit, calling out, “Good luck with the troops, Lance!”

When he disappeared Lance buried his face in his hands, groaning in them.

From the side he could hear Katy shout, “Does this mean no face masks?”

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Better?

Author: Admin Jazzi

Warning: Light Smut, angst, and language

Word count: 2.6k

T'challa is everything you want but you can't get over Erik

Erik had his hoes. You knew it, and he wasn't the type to hide them either. You didn't know why you still put up with him. You didn't know why you were still faithful. You loved him but wanted to throw a brick at his damn head. He made you crazier than anyone could ever make you. But maybe that's how you knew you loved his dumbass.

But when you got your hair done, bought a new dress (and lingerie), and made him dinner, all for your one year anniversary. And around nine your boyfriend texted you to say he was going to be late. You knew that meant he was with some bitch and you probably wouldn't be awake when he comes home. You wouldn't let tears fall. You worked too hard on your makeup to let this nigga’s fuck ups ruin it.

You called your best friend, Penny. And of course she knew if you were calling that night of all nights Erik had messed up. You know your voice sounded shaky but your girl still tried stay positive. “I wanna go out tonight, boo.” you spoke sadly into the phone.

”Ayyeee bitch let’s go. Let's get some drinks and meet some niggas.” she said. You sighed. “you know i’m not trying to meet no niggas girl. Let’s just get drunk.” you said. She laughed, still excited you were going out. “Okay I’m on my way boo.” she said before hanging up.

Il7.

You went into the bedroom and put on the dress you knew Erik hated to see you out in. “Every nigga out here looking at your ass bouncin in dat dress. You gone make me catch a charge.” he’d say. It was a short, nude and tight. It fit every curve and he was right. Your ass could stop traffic in it. If he had bothered to come home, he’d never let you out in this. But he wasn't. You put on a long wavy black wig; because you needed to make this a LOOK. By the time your friend was screaming as she entered your home. “Bitch im heeere!!” she screamed as she ran in. This hoe was already drunk, you loved her.

“Girl you made all this for Erik’s dumbass.” she said. You stepped out of the room putting on your shoes. “Fuck Erik you can eat that boo.” you said walking up to hug her. Penny was your best friend. She knew all you went through with Erik.

”Damn You finally done with him?”she said. You shrugged watching her eat as you laid your head on her shoulder. “I’m just playing his games now.” “Does that mean you’re getting some dick?”she asked excitedly. “That means I’m going out and seeing what happens.” she looked impressed. “Okaay let's go shake our asses, while you’re still in the mood.”she said.

You took her flask out of her hand and started drinking. “Okay bitch lets go I already called the uber.” you said, rubbing your chest from the burn as the vodka went down your throat.

you decided to petty and message Erik. To Erik: Don't bother coming to my house nigga. Me and Penny going to the club and she spending the night.

You didn't open his message; but he said something about how he didnt want that hoe in his house and where are you going? It didn't matter. Your drinks were hitting and Erik didn't matter anymore.

When yall got to the club penny started shaking her ass on you. You laughed hyping her up.

Soon after the song ends going back and forth twerking on each other. As the next song started Penny disappeared to the bar to buy drinks. You were already drunk, feeling yourself. You danced in the middle of the floor. Not caring about the eyes on you. Not until you felt a strong pair of hands on your hips. You looked over and found penny’s eyes. She glanced the man over one good time; before giving you a thumbs up. You began grinding your hips on the man. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he danced along with you. It was wavy how he moved along with you. Strong hands; but gently holding onto you. His body moved with yours.

You danced with him for a few songs, without even realizing until Penny came over with her phone, of course she was snapping you finally having a good time. You downed the drink she was offering you. You didn't stop the motion of your hips, knocking back the shot.

You turned around to take a look at the man you were dancing with for 15 minutes. He was beautiful. A nice beard, boyish smile, a NICE body. He was wearing gucci. Looking like money.

“You ar e very beautiful.” he said, into your ear. His accent was so beautiful. You gave him a slick smirk. “Thank you baby, you wanna buy me a drink?” you raised an eyebrow to him. He chuckled. “Yes of course. Any particular drink you’re craving?” he asked. “Henny.” you said, by instinct. You cringed Erik wore off on you. He took your hand with a smile and walked to the bar. He ordered your drink. “I’m y/n.” you said into his ear. He smirked placing a hand on your hip as he spoke to you. “My name is T’challa. It's a pleasure to meet you.” he said. You bit your lip watching his eyes as he leaned in.

The Next Morning

You woke up in a large hotel bed. You were wearing the gucci shirt that you saw the man T’challa in the night before. Your head was spinning from your hangover; but you smirked seeing the man sleeping next to you. You admired the scratches down his back, your handy work. The arm around your waist pulled you in. “You are awake.” T’challa turned to you and smiled. “I had a wonderful time last night.” he continued. You didn't even think about it but you were nuzzling into his arms. “I enjoyed it too.” you spoke softly. He rolled over, hovering above you, settling comfortably between your legs. “You made my first night in America grand.” he said placing kisses along your jawline. You indulge in them. The both of you froze in your movements as you heard your phone vibrating on the night table. “That's the fiftieth time your boyfriend has called you.” he said into your ear. Your eyes widened. He slowly kissed down your neck. “yes i know you have a boyfriend. I looked at your phone after the thirtieth time. He talks to you like he owns you.” “He doesn't.” you said. A smile spread on T’challa’s face.

As you walked out of his hotel room, You noticed the guards standing around, staring you down as you walked into the elevator.

When you got to your apartment building, you slumped up to the door man, greeting him and tipping him; because god you’d hate to have his job. You slumped up the stairs to your apartment. When you got in you noticed Erik’s shoes and were in the middle of the floor. You rolled your eyes.

“Erik you in here?” you crept in closing the door. You knew it was gonna be an argument. You managed to get into the bathroom without running into Erik.

You changed from T’challa’s shirt into some of your shorts and a tee you grabbed on the way in. You hid it at the bottom of the basket.

As you walked out of the bathroom you bumped into a solid chest. Your eyes fluttered up to look at him. He glared down at you. “You can't answer your phone? Where you been.” he asked. You pushed past him. “If you was home you’d know exactly where i'm at. The question is where were you.”

“Aye Nah you aint switching this shit up. Where you been?” he followed you. “How you gonna question me nigga? Where the fuck you been? Who’s bed did you hop out of to come argue with me?” you walked into the living room. You heard him chuckle and turned around. “nigga is that funny? You think you can run around doing whatever you want and i can't go out?” you asked looking him in the eyes.

“So you gonna pretend you just went out and drank wit penny?” he stepped closer, “I saw her snap story. What you doing with this nigga all up on you?” he asked. “Mind ya business nigga.” you went into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

He trapped you between the fridge and himself. “You let him hit ma?” he said. “And if i did?” you looked into his eyes. He smirked. “So this is what you doin now?” he said. “You keep your hoes, right Erik. You was with one on our anniversary night. I can play ya games to nigga.”

”So you did fuck him huh?” he grabbed your hips. “Imma say it again. And if i did?” you pushed him away.

Now you were determined to play his games. “Do i ask you about your bitches? Don't come to me with this.” you went into the bedroom and locked the door.

The next week went you ignoring Erik, while he tests you to start arguments. You didnt engage him. You went out and met with T’challa every night.

You walked out in a red velvet romper and Louis Vuitton ankle boots, a generous gift from T’challa.

“Where you going with ya ass out.” you glanced over at him as you fixed your hair. “Out with penny.” you gave a half assed lie. He grabbed your arm. “Yo lemme talk to you. Don't catch an attitude i just wanna talk.” he said. “What Erik. Im late.” you said. He scoffed. “You gonna see that nigga everyday now?” he said. You didn't look at him. “Erik. What do you want?”

“Tell him you’re gonna be late.” he said. “Erik I go-” he interrupted you by pressing you against the wall, kissing your neck. “Tell him.” he said. Your eyes rolled back, melting at his touch and his kisses. You took out your phone, telling t’challa you were running away. Then you tossed it onto the couch as he picked you up. He carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed. “He buy this for you?” he looked at your shoes. You rolled your eyes. “Nigga does it matter?.” he pulled them off and threw them across the room. “Don't wear his shit around me.”

He pulled off the romper. He didnt rip it but you knew he didn't care if he did. His jaw clenched. You were wearing

Erik was amazing in bed. You didn't realize you missed making to love with him until he was inside you. In one rough stroke he entered you. You held onto him as he moved his hips roughly. It felt so deep you couldn't breathe.

His hand was against your throat, squeezing tightly. And as you came he reminded you that no matter how many niggas you brought into your life you were his.

As you laid there, Letting Erik hold you, looked at him. “let’s break up.” you said laying your head on his chest.

A week later a thong. “You lettin this nigga hit?” he tore them off as he attacked your neck with rough kisses. You moaned gripping his biceps. He had you completely naked while he was fully clothed. You felt so exposed.

“I dont care what you do with him but imma remind you he cant fuck you like me lil mama. I own this shit.” he growled into your ear.

Erik was amazing in bed. You didn't realize you missed making to love with him until he was inside you. In one rough stroke he entered you. You held onto him as he moved his hips roughly. It felt so deep you couldn't breathe.

His hand was against your throat, squeezing tightly. And as you came he reminded you that no matter how many niggas you brought into your life you were his.

As you laid there, Letting Erik hold you, looked at him. “let’s break up.” you said laying your head on his chest.

You sat up and got dressed. “You triflin for this ma. This nigga comes around and spend a little on you and you leaving?” you looked at him. “Nigga you think im doing this cuz he got money??” you screamed. He sat up. “Yo gold digger ass friends got into your ear and now you just like them.” he said. Anger boiled inside you. You grabbed your shoe and threw it at his head. He dodged it. “Fuck you nigga!” you said.

He threw the shoe back, close enough to make you flinch “This nigga comes around and you change. I know he ain't hittin it better than me so it much be all this new shit he buying making you act like some hoe.” he stood up crossing the room to you. “you wanna know the truth Erik? I realized i deserved better than you so call it what you want. I'm sick of being cheated on and lied to and neglected. You never take responsibility for the way you make me feel cuz it doesn't matter to you.” you said. He scoffed and walked up to you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. “You’ll be back, i know you will.”he said. You pushed away from him and walked away before the tears could fall. He was such an asshole. All these things you knew he would say. You felt ever feeling you knew you’d feel when you told him you were leaving. But it hurt so bad how well you knew he didn't care.

As you collected your things there was a knock on the door. Erik pretended he didn't hear it so you were forced to stop packing and answer the door. T’challa stood on the other side. Your eyes widened. “What are you doing here?” you found yourself whispering. He took your face into his hands and gave you a passionate kiss. “I came to pick you up dear. I heard shouting are you okay?” he hugged you close. His strong chest was comforting. A relief to the pain you were feeling. You shut your eyes only to be snatched away from the warm embrace. Erik pulled you away. “Nah hommie. She ain't goin nowhere.” He said. T’challa looked at you. “This is your boyfriend?” he said. “my ex.” you spoke up, snatching your arm away from him. “This is my cousin.” T’challa said. The two men stood face to face glaring at each other. Erik scoffed. “We barely all that nigga.” you looked between the two confused. “H-How?” “Did the great T’challa tell you his secret?” Erik said. You saw t’challa’s jaw clench. “It is none of your business. Thats enough N'Jadaka.” He said. You looked between the two of them. They spoke without breaking eye contact with each other. “Congrats baby girl, you opened your legs for a king.”

A/N: Hi. I just have trouble sleeping so i wrote some stuff.

-Jazzi

[jooheonspinky]

The Spirit Board

Character: Changkyun and Female Reader, ft Minhyuk

Word Count: 1.7K Genre: Halloween Thriller Synopsis: When Y/N finds an old spirit board while cleaning out her attic, will she still believe that spirits aren’t real?

Image Credit: @OfficialMonstaX

   “Come on,” she grabbed her best friend’s wrist yanking him forward before he had even fully stepped into the house. “I want to show you what I found!” She slammed the door, locking it before tugging her friend down the hall to her room.    “Can I get a minute to catch up?” he fussed. “You’re dragging me like some disobedient child!”    “Aish, Minhyuk, so dramatic!”    Releasing his hand, she rushed into the bedroom, plopping onto the bed. She tapped the tips of her fingers on her knees, waiting impatiently for him to finally join her.    “So, what is so urgent that you needed me here ASAP?” he asked as he dropped his messenger bag onto the computer chair. “This better be good.”    “Well, I was cleaning out the attic. My parents want to store some stuff up there so I needed to make space,” she started. “Anyway, I moved a box at the very end of the room and this board fell over.”    She pointed to the object on the bed. Both eyed the wooden board with its intricately carved details. There were celestial designs mimicking the moons and stars. The letters, numbers and symbols that had been shaped with such care had been filled in with an indigo ink. The planchette was also made out of wood and had a magnifying glass, surprisingly with only a few scratches.    “Oh hellll naw!” Minhyuk exclaimed as he jumped back eyes wide. “Y/N, do you even know what that is?”    “Yes, it’s a spirit board.”    “Exactly! A home-freaking-made Ouija board!” He shivered. “That is NOT a toy and we should NOT be touching it.”    “Oh, stop. It’s just a piece of wood with letters on it,” she brushed off his warnings. “Play with me. Let’s see what the hype is about. I’m sure it won’t move. This stuff isn’t real anyway.”    “I don’t…” Minhyuk’s eyes flicked from her, then the board, then her again. The skeptical look on his face that was laced with terror brought a laugh forth from Y/N.    “Come on, don’t be a baby,” she taunted.    “I swear to God, if ANYTHING comes out I’m sending that thing to haunt your ass!”    Minhyuk sat down, legs crisscrossed applesauce, at the opposite side of the board. Rubbing her hands together mischievously, Y/N straightened the board and placed the planchette in the middle.    “Ok, so we both have to put two fingers on this thing here and ask a question,” Y/N instructed. “Anything specific you want to know?”    “What spell did Y/N use to get me to do this?” he deadpanned.    “No, think of a serious question!” she whined.    Barely audible, Minhyuk murmured, “I was being serious.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How about we start with who made the board ‘cause I can’t really think over the terror in my mind.”    Y/N scoffed, though she was not surprised at Minhyuk’s behavior. Placing their index fingers and middle fingers on the pointer, she closed her eyes. She could hear Minhyuk take a deep breath and let it out slowly as if he were trying to calm himself down.    “Hello, spirits,” Y/N began as she opened her eyes. “We come in peace.” She couldn’t help but snicker, earning her a glare from Minhyuk. Clearing her throat, she continued. “I found this board today and would like to know who created it.”    The two were silent as they peered down at their fingers and the planchette beneath. Just as Y/N was about to call bull, the pointer began to move, the movements jerky.    “Ar-are you moving it?” Minhyuk stammered.    Y/N shook her head watching Minhyuk’s Adam’s Apple bob furiously in his throat as he swallowed a few times.    “Stop screwing around. I know you’re trying to scare me,” Y/N laughed.    “I swear,” he whispered as the pointer continued to move.    “I…” they both read in unison. “M…”    The pointer slid down to the center.    “I M?” Y/N repeated allowed. “What does that even mean?”    “Initials maybe? For the creator of the board?”    The pointer shifted swiftly over the letters N-A-M-E then went back to the center.    “Oh, looks like that’s it’s actual name. Different,” Y/N mused. “Well, nice to meet you, I.M. My name is Y/N and this is-“    “Don’t you dare tell it my name!” Minhyuk whisper-shouted harshly. “Don’t you dare!”    “Oh come on, it’s friendly,” Y/N insisted.    Minhyuk refused to budge. “I said no. Once it knows your name it can have power over you. Haven’t you watched a scary movie lately?”    “Alright alright, sheesh. Don’t get your undies all in a twist!” Returning their attention to the board, she asked, “How old are you?”    The pointer moved down towards the numbers with no hesitation. Again, they read them allowed together.    “336,” Minhyuk’s eyes widened. “Wow.”    “Can you tell us how you died?” Y/N inquired.    Minhyuk whimpered, “Are you sure you should ask that?”    She ignored him, totally intrigued with the spirit communicating with them. She had never believed in spirits or much less that she could actually speak to one. This was turning out to be a pretty cool discovery.    The planchette began to glide smoothly over the letters and numbers again.    “S-H-O-T-4-M-R-D-R,” they repeated slowly.    “What does that…”    Minhyuk cut her off, “Oh shit! He said ‘Shot for murder’. He killed someone. He’s evil. We need to shut this down now!”    The pointer began creating figure eight’s faster and faster until they could not keep up with it. Y/N screamed, pulling her fingers away.    “What the hell!” she exclaimed as the planchette immediately stopped moving.    “What did you do?” Minhyuk jumped up frantically. “You can’t break away without closing the session. We didn’t say good-bye first. I gotta get outta here. I need to go.”    Minhyuk snatched up his bag and rushed towards the front door.    “Hey, wait!” Y/N called out behind him. “Where are you going?”    “I’m going home and I’m going to light some white candles and pray and hope that we didn’t just let an invisible murderer loose.”    “Minhyuk, it’s just a game,” Y/N insisted.    “Yeah,” he scoffed. “Right.”    He slammed the door behind him leaving a shocked Y/N standing in the foyer alone.

***

   It wasn’t until three nights later that she started to feel like she was being watched. She’d been sleeping and a sudden overwhelming feeling of dread over took her, waking Y/N from her slumber. Out of the corner of her eye she swore a black shadow stood near her closet watching her. The shadow was darker then the darkness in her room. Shifting to face her closet directly she no longer saw it and blamed Minhyuk for transferring his fears to her. He was definitely influencing her thoughts.    The next few nights noises could be heard throughout the house. Scraping sounds, like nails raking across her walls and doors opening and closing on their own. The lights would flicker on and off for no apparent reason.    Her parents were supposed to be arriving in a week and she was counting down the days to where she would not have to sleep alone. She was having a hard time sleeping. Minhyuk had refused to step foot in her home ever since using the spirit board and she couldn’t blame him. Not anymore.    When she began to hear a man’s voice she could no longer brush it off as any natural house noises. She knew then, that on the night she and Minhyuk had used the Ouiji board, they had released something into her house.    “Y/N…”    She was walking down the hallway when she heard her name. It was just the quietest of whispers, but even then she could hear the deep timber of a male’s voice.    “Who’s there?”    She couldn’t keep the tremor from her voice as she froze in place.    “Have you forgotten me so quickly?” the disembodied voice queried. “You break my heart, Y/N,” he tsked.    “I.M?” she wondered aloud as she looked up and down the hall.    “It is I,” he chuckled.    Trying to steady her fraying nerves, she took a deep breath before asking, “What are you doing here?”    There was a heavy sigh. “I’m so lonely. It’s so lonely here.”    She couldn’t help continuing the interaction though every cell in her body told her to run as far away from there as she could.    “Where are you?”    The space began to grow cooler. She felt a slick shiver of fear wrack her body as she peered down the hall towards her bedroom. There, where the light didn’t quite reach, she could see a silhouette that appeared to be drawing closer and closer.    “Purgatory.”    She gasped, “Purgatory?!”    “Yessss.”    He was nearer now. His voice so close and bringing with him a frigid air. No longer a shadow, she could now make out a young man. Quite handsome, though he exuded danger causing warning bells to tickle at her mind. She felt goosebumps prickle along her flesh as he smiled wickedly at her with glowing red eyes.    “What the hell are you?!” The fear crept back into her voice.    “I am what I am.”    She wasn’t aware of stepping back, trying to get away from him, until her back hit the wall. The terror that was beginning to consume her made it hard to speak.    “Wha-what do you want?”    She saw the board and the planchette clutter to the floor, momentarily distracting her.    “It’s quite simple dear,” he murmured. “I want you!”    His hand flew out, snatching her wrist before she could turn and flee. Though she knew no one would hear her, she screamed until only thick black darkness surrounded her.

***

   Minhyuk curls up in his bed, staring despairingly at a picture of himself and Y/N as the audio from the news channel his mother is listening to finds its way into his room.    “...no new information in the disappearance of Y/N Y/L/N who has been missing now for three weeks. The police have confirmed there was no sign of forced entry and are not ruling out the possibility that she may have run away. Her friend, Lee Minhyuk, stands by his statement. He alleges that Y/N had confessed that she suspected she was being followed and that the stalking began after they used a Ouiji board. He claims a demon was released that night and is the cause of her disappearance. He is currently seeking psychiatric help and is not a suspect. If you have any information on this case, you are asked to contact the local police at...”

Thank you so much for reading! Happy Halloween!

[s0ldier-of-misfortune-archive]

black bird

{{This becomes graphic. So please, be prepared .}}

       Ares scavenged throughout theruins. He collected anything, anything that was valuable. Ares however, wasgrowing tired, becoming frustrated. Scrounging like this was humiliating. This “wayof life”, was nothing but tedious work. Every day, he would repeat the processagain. Each day, he would leave his house. He would search ruins and junkpiles. Finding whatever he could sell. Sometimes he was lucky, sometimes hewasn’t. Ares was depressed, sickened by this life. Today Ares searched nearbySouth Vegas. People stayed away, because of the Fiends. Ares heard stories, theFiends were animals. Each story describing them as murdering rapist, hyped upon chems. Ares believed it; he didn’t desire meeting any Fiends.

Regardless, Ares needed to scavengemore. He needed the caps.

     He started searching throughrubble. He couldn’t find anything. The buildings nearby were like others.Ruined structures, with graffiti painted over them. There was an entrance,leading into one building. As Ares scavenged, he suddenly heard someone. He heard someone scream. He unholstered his handgun, looking around thearea. His pulse quickened, paranoid about his surroundings. He heard something,something within the building. Ares thought about running away. He didn’tdesire getting shot. But he was curious - , he decided to investigate. Cautiously,he started his way towards the origin. Ares beloved it came from inside thebuilding. Above the entrance, the graffiti spelt.

“ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE”

     Ares paused, carefully reading the words. Hecontinued onwards. Looking inside, everything was nearly pitched black. Excepthowever, he sees a light, down the hallway. The light flickered, someone starteda fire. He proceeded inwards, silently approaching the light. The ground waslittered with junk. Burnt books, tin cans and spent Jet. Dirtied mattresseswere in the corner. This place, this very room, made his skin crawl.

He reached the light’s source. A garbage can, was lit aflame. The fire illuminated the room, revealing a stranger. He wasspread out, appearing nearly unconscious. He mumbled, speaking mostly gibberish.Ares however, recognized his helmet. The animal skull, this man was obviously a Fiend.

     The Fiend slowly became area about the Ghoul. He pointed, laughing underneath hisbreath. The Fiend tried getting up. His efforts were futile, he was wasted.Ares starred at him, wondering whether he should just leave. The Fiend wasn’t a threat, he couldn’t do much. Suddenly he sawsomething in the corner. A weathered, nearly torn-up grey tarp, covering something. Ares saw blood, leading straight to the trap itself. He approached, temporallyforgetting the Fiend, who couldn’t really leave. Redwood prepared himself for the worse. Guessing what was underneath that tarp. Cautiously, he grasped it, pulling the tarp back quickly.

He quickly stepped back. His expression filled with shock and horror.

     It was a woman, or what once was awoman. He couldn’t recognize the face, because nothing was really left. Theimage was horrible, yet he couldn’t look away. He stood there, horrified by whathe sees. Redwood could only guess who did this. The Fiends, they did this horrible act. They did everything to hurt her. Looking in closer, Ares could barelymake out a tattoo. A peace sign, Redwood remembered seeing it. This woman, she was from West-Side. She was a scavenger, she visited West-Side, selling scrap metal and scavenged goods. He remembered she brought along her younger sister. Both went missing, everyone believed the worse happened.

     He looked away, sickened to hisvery core. Already the image alone was burned into his very memory. Suddenly, thesilence was broken, the Fiend was laughing. He looked at Ares, with a derangestare, finding amusement. Ares knew that this raider helped with this crime.The blood was written all over him. He approached the Fiend, gripping hissidearm. Hatred pulsed throughout his being. His mind became blurred withnothing but hatred. The Fiend turned over, still mumbling incoherent words. SuddenlyAres kicked the Fiend in his mouth. The Fiend, reacted with agony andscreaming. Ares continued kicking the Fiend. Each impact, causing pain and morepain. He stopped, he grasped the Fiend, and then pistol whipped him. The raiderfell back, back against the wall.  Bloodgushed out from the raider’s mouth. He couldn’t stand right, Ares caused that.He tried speaking, perhaps pleading for his life. The Ghoul wouldn’t answer, hedidn’t care. Ares simply raised his pistol, and fired. The raider’s head partiallyexploded. Brain matter, painted the wall behind him. The Fiend became limp, hefell before Ares. Ares emptied his entire gun on him.

    The anger subsided, yet was stillthere. Ares lowered his pistol, starring at the corpses before him.  He walked away, almost dazed from this experience.Exiting, he rushed away from the building. Finally stopping, he puked outeverything. His nerves were rattled; he couldn’t go back in there. He breathedheavily, almost frightened by these events. He became remorseful, he becameenraged. How could anyone do that? How could anyone go that far? Suddenly, Aresrealized something. He didn’t find the other woman’s corpse. The young sister,he didn’t find a trace of her. Perhaps she’s still alive?  

He wondered that, yet he doubtedit. Her older sister was murdered by these savages. They were capable ofeverything. Yet he couldn’t find her corpse.

Regaining himself, he retrieved thewoman’s corpse. He brought her to West-Side. He oversaw her burial, paidprecious caps for it. Deep inside, Ares felt guilty. He remembered being approachedby West-Side’s militia’s captain. He wanted Ares to help him, to help him findthe missing women. Ares refused, he hated the world, and he hated everyone. Hewanted to be left alone. He couldn’t care about anyone or anything. Maybe if heagreed, they could’ve been found. Maybe she could’ve been alive today.

That question bothered him.     

Regardless, he was going to findher sister. The Fiends responsible will be brought to justice.    

[hextual]

Podcast Recs

The following recs/summaries may contain light-to-moderate spoilers, though I try to keep things vague and rot13 the more specific stuff! Here is an abbreviated spoiler-free rec list, for the sensitive among you.

Night Vale Presents

The three non-WTNV shows have all finished their first seasons (and Alice Isn't Dead just started its second). They're relatively short and contain complete story arcs. 

WTNV: The ur-podcast, the light horror fiction narrative that kicked off the trend. Y'all know it or you don't. If you've somehow never heard it and don't want to start from the pilot, I recommend trying Episode 13; it's a stand-alone episode in a slightly different format than the rest, but it gives a good sense of WTNV's general aesthetic. Also it's just really really good.

Alice Isn't Dead: A surrealist horror roadtrip about a trucker searching for her wife Alice, who isn't dead. She's got nothing to lose and a lot of dangerous road to cover.

Orbiting Human Circus: Bizarre and magical and a little bit heartbreaking, like all good circuses should be. Julian is the janitor of a heavily fictionalized Eiffel Tower, and he desperately wants to be part of the Orbiting Human Circus show that he cleans up after every night.

Within the Wires: Dystopian sci-fi 1980s AU, told through a series of 'relaxation' cassettes. More grounded in reality than the others, though that's not saying much. The medium is also foregrounded much more in the narrative.

Hiatus

Wolf 359: SUPER dark, though you wouldn't know it from the first dozen episodes. However, the inflicting-trauma to coping-with-trauma ratio is low enough that I listened to the whole thing and will almost definitely listen to Season 4 when it's released starting this June. Also, no queerness whatsoever (making it unique on this list).  

Eos 10: Spaceship sitcom. Less artistically ambitious than most of the others on this list, which is not necessarily a point against it. 

Airing

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: Newer sci-fi podcast that I absolutely love; it ticks all my very specific boxes (including medium-as-message) and is also just really well constructed and executed. I adore every single one of the main characters. There are only 4 episodes but I'm so hyped about it. 

The Bright Sessions: Audio files from a therapist to teens and young adults with superpowers. Everything I ever wanted X-Men to be: light on the fight scenes/explosions, heavy on exploring what it means to have superhuman powers and how that might affect your life/relationships.

The Penumbra Podcast: Cyberpunk noir pastiche that sometimes gets a little too broad for me but is generally good fun of the Thrilling Tales! variety.

Ars Paradoxica: Time travel in one of its more complex interpretations. Paradox is a major plot element. Kind of sci-fi historical fiction?

Now for the more detailed writeups, including overviews of queerness and genre. As I said before, potential spoilers are rot13′d...but Here There Be Dragons etc.

Night Vale Presents

All of these are incredibly solid shows with an otherworldly feel to them that I love, despite being otherwise quite different.

All main characters are queer; WTNV has queer side characters (including nonbinary characters), but afaik the only other explicitly queer characters in AID/ORC/WTW are love interests of the MCs. That's pretty understandable, though, given that the casts of the three non-WTNV shows are exponentially smaller, and they've aired significantly fewer episodes.

I want to mention something in a totally value-neutral way: none of the shows feature homophobia or directly discuss queerness (lowkey exception for one episode of WTNV). I actually enjoy that, personally; it's usually very restful to spend time in worlds where queerness is normalized and unremarkable. Occasionally, however, I do want a slightly more direct approach, so I wanted to make a note in case you're in that kind of mood. 

Welcome to Night Vale The first and only podcast I listened to for about a year. Honestly, do I even need to say anything about WTNV?  I do want to mention that I think it's gotten a little bogged down in continuity over the last year. AFAIK it wasn't conceived as a long-running narrative arc, and a lot of its early charm came from the total lack of context. After Year 2, I feel like it did start spending a little too much time explaining things and filling out backstory for elements that, frankly, didn't need them. YMMV ofc, and I still listen to/enjoy every new episode, but I'm not madly in love with Year 3 the way I was with Year 1-2. Queerness: Queer af! The main character gets a full same-sex romance arc; V'q pnyy vg 'unccl-raqvat' ohg vg'f fgvyy batbvat nf n ybivat naq urnygul eryngvbafuvc, juvpu vf rira orggre. Multiple side characters are queer, including a few nonbinary characters who use they/them pronouns.  Genre: tucking into a short stack at 2am in a diner in the American Southwest, slowly realizing that the woman behind the counter called you by name even though you've never been here before, and also you can't quite remember how you got here in the first place. Alice Isn't Dead Beautiful, creepy, and acted by the brilliant Jasika Nicole. I'd place this more firmly in the horror genre than the others, so if you're sensitive to that kind of thing, take note; there's some suspense and a little bit of violence. That said, I am usually MASSIVELY sensitive and can't even watch trailers for horror movies (I have made my peace with never ever seeing Get Out), and I was perfectly fine with it. Queerness: The main character is a woman married to Alice, who isn't dead. It's like the opposite of the Bury Your Gays trope. Genre: driving along a nameless interstate late at night, the world around you narrowed to the section of road thrown into sharp relief by your headlights, and the occasional glint of animal eyes. The Orbiting Human Circus of the Air ORC is the most fanciful of the Night Vale family. The other shows seem like they take place in realities just a shade off from ours, but ORC completely throws any pretense of realism out the window. There's no real sense of a world outside the Circus, and why should there be? The Orbiting Human Circus of the Air has an infinitude of fantastical delights: singing saws, a bird that can mimic (almost) a full orchestra, tap-dancing mice. There's no trick or sleight of hand involved, not even a dusty tome of magic spells. ORC simply presents a world in which these wonders exist in hidden corners. The story is sometimes melancholy, and there are regular hints of a deep sadness underneath the surface, but the main character is defined by his determination and...well, 'optimism' would be too strong a word, but he has an unyielding sense of hope. He doesn't actually think things will turn out well for him (and he's so often right about that), but he clings to the hope that this time, maybe it might. Queerness: Gur znva punenpgre nyyhqrf gb na rk-oblsevraq bapr. This is one of the lighter touches of queerness in the Night Vale family. Genre: peering through a dusty velvet curtain just offstage, while brightly-costumed creatures dance to a tune you haven't heard since you were a child. Within the Wires While all Night Vale Presents shows have some kind of narrative conceit framing the audio medium (community radio station, trucker radio transmissions, broadcast wish fulfillment), those tend to be vehicles for the story and stylistic flourishes, rather than core elements of the story itself. WtW is presented as audio cassettes on full-body relaxation, and the cassettes themselves become key actors. This is not a story that could be told in any other medium, which personally I freaking love. This is also a more sci-fi show than the others, despite being set in AU 1980s, and more blatantly dystopic. The world-building's a little more evident, which is neither a good thing nor a bad thing; I think it's a side effect of being more sci-fi than fantasy. Everything feels like it has an explanation, even if the explanation is not provided, and it all fits together smoothly. Also: the narrator has a mild kiwi accent, which I find incredibly soothing. Queerness: Yep. Gur znva punenpgre unf n pbzcyvpngrq ohg qrpvqrqyl abg cyngbavp (s/s) eryngvbafuvc jvgu gur jbzna gur gncrf ner vagraqrq sbe.  Genre: lying quietly in a sensory isolation tank until you inexplicably start crying for the first time in years.

On hiatus

Wolf 359 So, there are a couple voice actors in Wolf 359 that don't do a whole lot for me, performance-wise. I don't want to get more specific because YMMV and I'm also just a really picky audio consumer, but there you have it. Mostly it's not an issue, though. This is also one of the darker shows I listen to, although it starts out with more of a zany sitcom vibe. There's a fair amount of murder, murder attempts, and general people-being-horrible-in-ways-they-believe-to-be-justified. It's not something I think I could sit through again, but it is a captivating story told well. There's a lot of focus on the emotional arcs and characters dealing with trauma, which I am All About in sci-fi. 

Queerness: zero. Zip. Zilch. It doesn't feature any romance arcs at all, though, so...I found it tolerable. Honestly, if it hadn't come so highly recommended, I probably would not have given it a shot. Genre: placing your hand on a rusty, unmarked door that wasn't in the ship schematics, and knowing you must step through—you must step through. Eos 10 After my first pass at this write-up, I realized that I was being really negative—far more negative than this show deserves. So I want to be clear: I listened to and enjoyed every extant episode of Eos 10, and I'm looking forward to Season 3, whenever it's released. It's a pleasantly entertaining space sitcom and I've gotten attached to the characters; the writing's solid and the voice acting is generally pretty great. It's just not quite tailored to my specific tastes. Ok, back to what I originally wrote: This podcast feels a lot more mainstream/conventional in its tropes than the others. Unlike most of the podcasts I listen to, the medium is invisible to the characters: it's not pitched as a radio show or a voice recorder or a series of motivational tapes. To me, this adds another layer of remove between the audience and the story. It's fine, it's just very straightforward in its presentation, with no medium-specific conceit or anything. It’s not really outsider art in any sense, and could legitimately be a TV show if it had the budget. That's a pretty good description of the show as a whole, honestly. It makes no pretense at being high-concept, it just does what it does. Queerness: This one...is not very queer. One of the side characters is gay but it doesn't really come up a lot. There's also a gay minor character that gets mentioned but never appears, and it's kind of a running gag that the gay character has a thing for the main character, who insists he's straight. It's a gross trope and I kind of winced at it, but it's usually framed by other characters as "are you sure you're not interested, because [gay character] is way out of your league and you're really not going to do better," which mitigates it somewhat for me? Also, gurer ner uvagf gung gur znva punenpgre zvtug npghnyyl or vagrerfgrq va gur tnl punenpgre, but only time will tell whether it's queerbaiting or not. Look, it's not an ideal situation. If it’s a dealbreaker, I totally understand, especially since there's no clear answer to the "is this queerbaiting" question and due to some unfortunate creator health issues, we might not get one for a while. Genre: ducking out of the way as a harried-looking man in a lab coat and stethoscope pelts down the hallway, yelling "GET ME FIVE UNITS OF ALIEN SEX POLLEN, STAT!"

Airing

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

I love this show a disproportionate amount, given that only four episodes have aired. This is a newer podcast, and one I stumbled on completely by accident! I wasn't expecting much, but it was sci-fi and the main character's last name was Liu, so I decided to give it a shot. And then it turned out to be not only awesome but also totally queer! I think I actually said "HAH! YES!" out loud when the queerness was canonized within the first few minutes. (This is why I live alone.) Plus, this is a small thing from a throwaway line, but...the main character weighs roughly the same amount as I do. Do you know how often that happens with Asian characters? Never, is how often. For possibly the first time in my life, I feel like I can legitimately headcanon a main character who looks exactly like me. I'm definitely going to do some incredibly self-indulgent fanart at some point. Unprecedented overidentifying with the main character aside: honestly, it's like this podcast was tailor-made for me. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 (and kind of 2): Vafrpher ovbybtvfg wbvaf ent-gnt perj bs fzhttyref jvgu n sbhaq-snzvyl ivor naq nyvra phygheny pynfurf, nyy senzrq va n fvavfgre zrgnaneengvir gung hfrf gur zrqvhz nf n cybg qrivpr, CYHF cbgragvny ebznapr orgjrra na Rnfg Nfvna jbzna naq n Fbhgu Nfvna jbzna? Um, sign me the fuck up.  The only downside is that this has definitely raised my expectations for new podcasts by an unreasonable amount. Every new podcast I've tried since Starship Iris has been vaguely disappointing. My podcast standards are way too high now, and it's all Starship Iris's fault.

Queerness: YES. The main character is a queer woman, there's a nonbinary alien species and the alien crew member uses they/them pronouns, and there's a trans guy. Also, this is wild speculation, but V guvax/oryvrir/ubcr gung bar bs gur bgure srznyr perj zrzoref vf orvat frg hc nf n ebznagvp vagrerfg sbe gur znva punenpgre. There's some explicit discussion of gender identity in a non-traumatic way which tbh is like water in the freaking desert.

Genre: ??? it's too new and I love it too much to assign it a genre. 

The Bright Sessions

As I said in the spoiler-free summary: this is everything I wanted X-Men to be. Hell, it's everything I ever want superhero stories to be, and it's why I've been drawn to superhero stories since I was a teenager. The Bright Sessions deals with the complex consequences of, e.g., having empathy powers as a teenager while learning how to manage your own emotions and maturity. The main character is Dr. Bright, a therapist specializing in people with superpowers, which naturally provides the perfect angle for those people to get really navel-gazey about their lives. There is an actual overarching plot with a shadowy government agency, of course, but that's definitely not what I'm here for and luckily that’s clearly just a vehicle for the feelings.

Queerness: One of the main characters has a m/m romance arc; another main character is asexual; a side character (who may soon be considered a main character?) is bisexual. Because the conceit is therapy sessions, Dr. Bright does inquire delicately about how her patients may or may not be coping with emerging/existing queer identities, but none of them find it traumatic.

Genre: telekinetically fiddling with a desk puzzle limned in afternoon sun, as the doctor asks: "And how does that make you feel?"

The Penumbra Podcast

I'd had the Penumbra Podcast on my radar/subscriptions list for a while, but I'd never quite finished the first episode...until the remastered/rewritten first story was released. The difference is astronomical. The creators talk about audio quality etc. in their reasoning for recreating the first story, but for me, the main distinction is the skill in storytelling and the confidence to create noir without relying on questionable tropes to signal "hard-boiled!!!" I sometimes think the writing and characterizations are a little broad, but that may be down to genre. Penumbra doesn't really go for 'subtle' or 'realistic.' An important format note: there's a main character with episodic adventures, but in between the two-part adventures, there are one-shots in various genres. I actually skipped most of the one-shots because I'm not great with horror or kid stories.

Queerness: The main character of the main story is queer (jvgu na qryvtugshyyl rzbgvbanyyl pbafgvcngrq z/z ebznapr nep gung'f abg va n terng cynpr evtug abj), as are numerous side characters. It's a noir pastiche, though, so the main character is pretty self-sabotaging in all areas of his life; a 'happy ending' doesn't seem incredibly likely. One of the stand-alone stories is a queer Western, which I found delightful. It's also one of the few stand-alone stories that has a bonus follow-up episode.

Genre: taking a long, slow drag on a cigarette as the rain blurs the neon lights and filth of the alien city below.

Ars Paradoxica

Ars Paradoxica shares a producer with The Bright Sessions, which is why I tried it! Like all decent time travel stories, Ars Paradoxica is meticulously planned with a lot of moving parts. The worldbuilding is intense and requires actually paying attention, which can be challenging for me since I typically listen to podcasts while multitasking.  Frankly, it moves a little slow for me...which is odd to say about a show that regularly has timeskips of months or years and literally involves time travel. I guess I feel that way because there's a lot of attention paid to the action and plot, but less to the emotional character arcs. And obviously my narrative preferences run a certain way, so I'm only really paying attention to the character stuff. Which, to be fair, certainly exists and is carried through well—it's just not in my preferred proportions. Plus, the cast is quite sprawling compared to most other podcasts, and the tone is almost Crapsack World but not quite. 

Queerness: The main character is explicitly asexual and briefly explains it, and there are a handful of queer side characters. It's semi-historical, and there's some discussion of managing visibility etc. 

Genre: staring into the dusty gears of a massive clock running backwards as the minute hand slowly approaches a blinking red light.

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Bitcoin’s Early Days: How Crypto’s Past Is Much Different Than the Present

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Bitcoin’s Early Days: How Crypto’s Past Is Much Different Than the Present

Bitcoin’s Early Days: How Crypto’s Past Is Much Different Than the Present

Over the last 24 hours, cryptocurrency enthusiasts have been discussing a transaction that saw 94,000 BTC sent to an unknown wallet. The hoopla over the large transaction shows how things have changed significantly over the last decade. Back in cryptocurrency’s early days, between 2010-2012, large bitcoin transactions like this weren’t such a big deal and early adopters practically gave them away.

When Sending Thousands of Bitcoins Wasn’t a Big Deal

There’s been an awful lot of excitement surrounding the 94,504 BTC sent to an unknown address for a network fee of around $700. It’s an interesting sight for sure, when large sums like that are not regularly moved in such a fashion in 2019. However, back in the early days between 2010-2012 people saw large transactions like this all the time, without batting an eye, and fees were less than a U.S. penny per transaction. The big transaction on Sep. 6 reminded former Bitcoin Core developer, Jeff Garzik, about the early days when individuals transacted with thousands of BTC every day. “Today’s 94k BTC transfer, for no particular reason, reminds me of William P, who rented a ridiculous number of AWS machines to CPU-mine Bitcoin in 2010; resulted in 40,000 BTC at [so we thought at the time] exorbitant cloud computing rates,” Garzik recalled. Last year, after recalling the famous pizza transaction, Garzik remembered when he gave away thousands of BTC to help bolster open source development. Garzik explained:

People spent close to 94k in BTC every 30-days for 167 million Linden dollars for Second Life back in 2011.

Back then everyone practically gave BTC away for free or for way less than what people sell them for today. Gavin Andresen and others gave away 10,000 BTC by building a bitcoin faucet that would dispense funds for free. Just like the 94k BTC transaction sent on Friday, individuals who played the game Second Life spent close to 94k BTC every 30 days on Linden dollars in the summer of 2011. Thanks to platforms like Virwox, hundreds of thousands of bitcoins were funneled into the Second Life economy to purchase digital cars and virtual mansions.

Earlier that year the Silk Road started operations and people directed hundreds of thousands of bitcoins into the underground marketplace. In June 2011, according to Gawker’s now famous article, a sheet of acid (LSD) on the Silk Road (SR) cost 50 BTC which is a whopping $520,000 today. An eighth of decent cannabis was a mere 7.63 BTC on SR and today that’s a $79,000 bag. Let’s just say a lot of grams of powder, bags, and sheets were sold for large sums of BTC. That summer there were 340 types of narcotics available for purchase on SR and one bitcoin was worth about $8.67.

The infamous Gawker editorial which featured the 340 types of narcotics available on the Silk Road. Thousands of BTC went through this marketplace in 2011.

Illiquid Exchanges and the Tennessean With 371,000 BTC

If someone wanted to purchase bitcoins fast, in the early days getting money in and out of the BTC system was way more difficult than it is today. Today there are hundreds of exchanges and over the last 24 hours, there’s been $15 billion worth of BTC trade volume. For instance, Bitcoin.com just launched a secure, professional-grade trading platform called exchange.Bitcoin.com. In Oct. 2011, you only had a few options to get into Bitcoin: mail a check, wire money, or use Dwolla. The few exchanges that did exist included Mt Gox, Bitinstant, and Tradehill. People complain these days when BTC drops $500 bucks in an hour and trading platforms go on the fritz, but in Feb. 2012, Tradehill had to shut down because someone withdrew $100,000 from their service without warning.

Back in 2011-2012, there were not that many exchanges and people had to send a check, wire money or use Dwolla to purchase BTC. The price of BTC spiked to over $9 per coin in the summer of 2012.

Today, when you look at forum discussions on Reddit or Bitcointalk.org, people get really excited when they talk about obtaining a single BTC. In the summer of 2011, individuals did the same thing except they owned thousands of coins in contrast to owning just one. The creator of one particular thread says: “I own 5,200 bitcoins. How many bitcoins do you own?”

The discussion shows various members of the crypto community boasting about their wealth in digital currency. Amidst the forum conversation a Tennessean dubbed “KnightMB,” said he held 371,000 bitcoins and allegedly was the richest man in the bitcoin realm that year (it is now worth $3.8 billion today). KnightMB showed a picture of his QT client with the balance and people have talked about his stash for years. The individual was a miner and decided to brag about his wealth when everyone was in awe over the miner Artforz and his stash of coins.

The notorious KnightMB’s wallet. Years later KnightMB said after he shared this picture he dipped out of the community eye as people kept hounding him for donations.

The First Bitcoin ATM and ‘Bitcoin Bank’

In those days, things were far more interesting than today, when everyone makes a big deal about congressional leaders discussing BTC. Developers and nerds were building interesting gadgets to help bolster the nascent cryptoconomy at the time. While building a fusion reactor in New York, the inventor from Brooklyn Mark Suppes forged an automated teller machine from an old bank ATM and attached eBay-sourced parts, building one of the first crypto ATMs. No one knew what to think about the Bitcoin network and many respected and influential minds at the time were quite skeptical of it growing.

Mark Suppes created a Bitcoin ATM in Brooklyn in 2011.

In early 2011, the well known columnist Tim B. Lee did not seem to like BTC, but by 2012 his Ars Technica bio disclosed that he owned some. In 2012, there was a lot of hype about BTC entering the mainstream when the business Bitcoin-Central was approved to operate under European financial laws. At the time, Bitcoin-Central became a Payment Services Provider (PSP) and was issued an International Bank ID number as well. The news was heralded as an announcement of “the first Bitcoin bank” as the business was equated with other payment processors such as Paypal and Worldpay.

“The more we see governments and banks being willing to deal with Bitcoin, the more comfortable a lot of organizations are going to be making the step forward themselves,” said Vitalik Buterin who was the technical editor at Bitcoin magazine back then. The France-based trading platform closed for six months shortly after the announcement and re-launched on Sep. 25, 2013. The platform now pales in comparison to the volumes of cryptocurrency swapped by today’s ‘Bitcoin banks‘ like Coinbase and Binance.

Remembering the Past

A lot has changed since the early days of Bitcoin and there are now more than 2,000 cryptocurrencies competing for the crown. Bitcoin has forked a few times as well since then and there are different versions seeking the same world domination or hyperbitcoinization. Using bitcoin for daily transactions was once seen by many to be an e-commerce revolution free from the state. Nowadays there are certain bitcoin enthusiasts begging for institutionalization and government approval.

In 2011, economists like Paul Krugman triggered bitcoiners.

In current times there are ‘bitcoin bugs’ acting just like the ‘gold bug’ Peter Schiff, which is a far cry from when bitcoiners debated the New York Times columnist and Keynesian economist Paul Krugman in the fall of 2011. Krugman called Bitcoin proponents ‘golden cyberfetters’ and the community tore his editorial to pieces. At the time, the online community preached about ending the fed and declared war on the central banking system by promoting the use of a counter-economic ‘plan B.’

Many people believe it’s good to re-live history through retrospectives and old stories so we can all learn from our past. It’s also helpful to see how much the system has changed and improved over the last ten years. There’s always something going on in the world of crypto every single day and forgetting the past is easy to do. A quick glimpse down memory lane shows the crypto ecosystem much different today than it was back then. In 2011, there were only 20,000-40,000 consistent BTC transactions a day and someone sending thousands of BTC to an unknown wallet was not out of the ordinary.

Source: news.bitcoin

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Jack Laugher compares stringing together six perfect dives to taking a penalty in World Cup final

Jack Laugher tries to explain how difficult it is to string six perfect dives together.

& # 39; It's like taking a penalty in the World Cup & # 39; final, he says Sportsmail. & # 39; It's really, really intense pressure. You have a shot and that's it. & # 39;

Like the Olympic medals of Rio 2016 hanging around his neck for his one-year photo shoot to mark the 2020 Games, he has found a way to do it earlier to do.

Jack Laugher poses with his gold and silver medals won at the 2016 Olympic Games in Rio

Laugher has produced six perfect dives compared to taking a penalty in the World Cup Final

And the analogy is said with the confidence of someone who knows for sure that they can consistently hit the target. But during the World Diving Championships in South Korea last week, the 24-year-old skipped that last metaphorical punishment.

Sitting comfortably in the 3m gold medal and challenging for the world record after five flawless dives, disaster struck.

There was a technical term for what went wrong, but in everyday language Laugher – pronounced law – did a back-flop. When the 30-point score flashed up and he knew he would fall to bronze, he hit a wall in frustration and made no attempt to cover his nightmare situation.

& I now feel pretty dead inside, he says. "The first five, most were pretty damn good, four and five were excellent and I don't really know what went wrong with the last dive.

" I felt it was good, but just like the half I made the same mistake again in the final and that will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life.

The Englishman insisted that he try to string a perfect six dives together is & # 39; really intense pressure & # 39;

Laugher caught up with Laura Lambert from Sportsmail after the World Diving Championships

& # 39; I had it in my hands and I let it go. I finish that dive because it has been a good finish for me all my life and I have always been able to put it down with 90-100 points and it has been my safety dive. I don't know what went wrong. & # 39;

Just three weeks earlier, he spoke in his home pool in Leeds while perfecting his preparations and sounded ready for the Olympic countdown.

Fresh from winning gold at the London World Series event with a total score that this year was the best in the world – and just shy of his personal record – he was convinced that he was the Chinese superpowers Cao Yuan and Xie Siyi could beat in Tokyo.

Before he left for the World Championships, he thought about his performance in London and said: & for me, I know where I am now as an athlete. But it's still fun to push those demons away and do those performances. With that execution I would say that it would have been almost impossible for someone to beat me. & # 39; That changed in South Korea

But Laugher has had a series of & # 39; crazy & # 39; experienced things, including obtaining an MBE and winning three more Commonwealth gold, bringing his total to five. Yet there has also been a major revolution.

The disaster struck for Laugher when he sat comfortably in the 3m gold medal position springboard

Laugher in action during the 3m springboard event for men in South Korea last week

Chris Me ars, with whom he won gold in Rio in the 3m synchro, took a long break from diving bec using the mental and physical toll. In Dan Goodfellow cam, who won Olympic bronze on the 10m platform with Tom Daley in Rio, but adapting to a new partner has not been easy.

& # 39; Everyone had doubts & # 39 ;, says Laugher. I've been doing this for so long, I'm about 10 kg heavier than Dan and there were height differences and spin speed differences. But we actually gelled very well. & # 39;

In South Korea, the pair far exceeded their expectations by winning silver.

That result, and the fact that Laugher has girlfriend Lois Toulson – another GB diver – because a & # 39; sounding board & # 39; will be of some consolation in the coming weeks.

On the way to Tokyo, he can expect more hype around him than he had built up to Rio. London 2012, when he was just 17, was & # 39; terrible & # 39 ;, failed to reach the semi-final after a bad final dive.

On the way to Tokyo he can have more hype expect around him he had the build up to Rio

Yet he is convinced that Tom Daley will still attract the most attention. "Although my performance at the Olympic Games is greater than his, he is still the poster boy of diving and rightly so," says Laugher.

Daley has often talked about the fear he still gets on the 10m platform, but Laugher said he has little to fear at 3m. & # 39; I know my dives inside and out and I train them most days, all of them & # 39 ;, he says. & # 39; We probably do four to five of each for most days. I almost like it. I love the fact that it is actually a competition of who can jump the highest and run the fastest. It is every child's dream. & # 39;

In a year, he will shut down the social media and leave most of his family at home, including his father, who never travels to competitions because it makes Laugher too nervous

He has never had the illusion of the difficulty of beating the Chinese.

Because he knows painfully well, a & # 39; miss & # 39; are caused by a marginally larger jump or the smallest Mass-Step. But he also knows that on his day he can string those six perfect dives together.

Laugher poses alongside Tom Daley after the pair gold won at the 2016 Olympic Games in Rio

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