#but i'll lose all heat tolerance if i do

[hussyknee]

That's 91.4F and real feel 105.8F to you godless USAmerican heathens.

I'm too fat for this. I'm going to die. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Edit: this is about Sri Lanka btw. Shit's unliveable even for a tropical island on the equator.

[minjiarchive]

my way or fuck it out | jiu x fem!reader

i'll stop shit posting for now just to feed you all 🥲

warnings / smut, mommy kink (lolol i wish i could stop with the mommy kink with minji)

Minji doesn't always choose 'fucking it out' as an option to handle bad behavior.

That's only when it comes to other people though.

She's the leader in her group and sometimes her position can bleed into your relationship and sex, which is why she didn't tolerate the way you teased her all night during dinner with the other girls.

It was an innocent game after all – but that's if you didn't get her wet in the process of teasing her earlier. You enjoyed watching her flushed and fucked out face every time you touched her under the table,

Minji doesn't take your game very lightly and in fact, she lays out all the different ways she could handle you on the drive back home.

She sat in the passenger seat of the car while you were seated at the back. The distance seemed good for now, she was able to settle whatever the fuck happened earlier in silence.

“Any reason you wanted to tease me tonight?” Minji texts, hearing your phone chime from the back of the van. You smile to yourself, knowing it's a message from her since she's the only one awake in the car.

“Nope.”

Your single-worded message is funny to her, she knows you'd never be that bold if she was on top of you.

“You're being such a brat, I hate it.” She doesn't really hate it, it just gives her a bigger excuse to be rough with you.

Minji notices your smirk grow bigger in the rear-view mirror, you aren't subtle at all, she suspects. She's prepared for a message that's going to get her wet (again) or another snarky remark from you.

And if she could pick, she'd rather want the message that would get her wet.

“It's not a big deal, unnie.”

Minji slacks her jaw at your text, it's like you're purposely trying to get on her last nerve. This conversation was going nowhere at all and not in the way she wanted to handle it. Minji is a composed woman though, working her thoughts by herself, so she thinks of ways to approach her last few texts to you since you'd be arriving at the dorm soon.

She quickly types the one phrase that always has that effect on you, “Is that so?”

You could say she gave you a million chances tonight, turning down all those opportunities to be good just to turn her on. And you don’t process how severe you've already made the situation, Minji can take a little more of your games, you're sure of it.

“Yeah?”

Yeah.

Minji isn't really having it with you this time, she knows that her messages will never get through your head until she does something – touch you, fuck you. You aren't close to deserving a simple request like that and with the time you have left until you reach the dorm, she doesn't have the patience to take care of your mess anymore.

“Tell Bora she's sleeping alone tonight, you're coming with me to my room.”

--

“It's a shame that you don't get to be loud tonight,” she speaks, her voice low and calm while she positions you on her lap, “because you obviously want to be a smart ass and you don't know your place, do you?”

You're honestly losing your shit and you don't know how to reply. She isn't wrong, she's never wrong, but you don't want to admit that she's right.

It's embarrassing to say the least.

You feel humiliated just squirming when she's barely touched you, skin already feeling sensitive. You choose not to say anything and nod at her words instead, which is a horrible idea for tonight.

She slaps the side of your thigh, not as hard as she would if she slapped your ass instead but still left a lingering sting.

“Words.”

The way heat traveled to your center almost immediately made you question what unhealed part of you was so attracted to that. Maybe it's the disciplining part in this, her voice, or maybe everything about her has you down to her mercy, all of the above could work.

“I do know my place, I'm sorry mommy,” your words slipping out faster from the desperation.

“Good, now,” her fingers gripping your jaw, making sure she has your full attention, “you're going to take my fingers, okay? Don't fight it.”

One second, you're clenching around nothing, another second, and you clench around her slender digits.

She pumps her fingers in a monitored pace, stretching your cunt out with each thrust. Your mouth fell open, letting out moan after moan as your legs spread wider for her. Minji keeps your legs there, using her one free hand to push your thigh open.

“Tell mommy how sorry you are.”

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry,” you whine, stuttering over your pleas when her palm starts rubbing faster against your clit.

She enjoys herself, loving how easy it is to fuck this side out of you, hearing you beg for her. Minji finds you so pretty like this, all open and flushed out for her as you let her do whatever she wants. Although she can't see your face directly, she knows the rush she’ll get seeing your flustered face afterward.

Minji doesn't think it's enough though. This is your punishment, it's not supposed to be quick and easy,

“Are you getting close?” Minji asks.

“Yes, please, I'm gonna cum.”

She wasn't sure who gave you permission to cum but you were far from earning that now.

Minji's question was soon followed by her fingers slowly leaving your entrance, the pressure on your clit gone. Your soul entering your body again once the pleasure is all taken away. It would be a long night of edging if you think you'd be let off that fast.

You cried out, “No, no, please! I'm sorry for misbehaving earlier, I promise it won't happen again...”

Minji believes you, you're so good for her already. Words are important to her play though, she'd always remind you to use your words when you forget which is often lately. But you're lucky that Minji is a patient girl because she has no problem with giving you reminders, she understands that it takes time.

She hasn't had all her fun yet – so she isn't satisfied. You're aware of how embarrassingly quick it took for you to get close, it wouldn't be fair if she didn't tease you just a little bit more.

“And how are you going to prove that to me?”

Her fingers were covered in your slick, making it easier to spread it throughout your folds, your breath picking up when her thumb rolls over your clit. Minji hears you very clearly and uses it to her advantage, running a few more strokes along your swollen bud.

She wants you broken down to your lowest, having you reach your high multiple times that you can't speak without sobs coming out.

Minji pulls every muscle in your body to its peak, hips jerking up and your walls tensing tighter. It feels too good that you almost forget to answer her question in which you scrambled to speak before further consequences,

“I-I'm sorry, please... I'll let you fix my attitude by making me cum as many times as you want.”

“Good girl, baby,” Minji praising, “I'll fuck you so hard that you'll think twice before acting up again.”

[b33zlebubz]

RIGOR MORTIS | CHAPTER TWO

SIMON RILEY X AFAB READER | MASTERLIST | AO3 PREV CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER TAGS: reader uses she/her pronouns, blood violence & death, suicidal ideology, slow burn, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, toxic workplace environment "Abandoned in a battlefield with the one person you thought you would never see again; you're forced to come to terms with the ghosts of your past."

FRIDAY DECEMBER 3RD 2016 NORWAY, 0700 HOURS

Simon decides he prefers the cold.

Brazil is a pretty place, sure.  Of all the places he has been stationed, it's been by far one of the nicest; the closest to vacation that Simon Riley will ever get other than medical leave.  Running in over ten kilos of gear and getting shot at while doing it is probably one of the only things that could ruin a free trip to the tropical continent; he swears he nearly waterboarded himself with the amount of sweat he produced.  He went through three masks alone just in the two short weeks he was there, two of which had to be replaced.

Norway, though, was a little more tolerable.

He's new to the area, to the camp and to the people.  It's a nice day, for winter, but the frigid sun still stings through the eyeholes of his mask and where his gloves don’t quite reach the sleeves of his parka.  A familiar feeling; one he didn't exactly miss, but was closer to home and sure as hell beat the sweltering tropical heat of Brazil.

Captain Walker walks just a few strides in front of him, droning on about the base and what Simon would be doing here.  He had wasted no time at all giving Simon a tour of the camp fresh off the plane after he met with a few of the other COs he would be working under over the next couple of weeks.

It's busy for a relatively small and temporary base.  Soldiers of all ranks dart left and right; training, talking, and commuting.  Most of which are British, like him, but others are foreign as well.  He takes some amusement in the juxtaposition between him and the shorter man in front of him as he walks, and he's sure the others do, too.  Even some higher-ups are curious, pausing in the halls to take in his form a second time in surprise.

Simon's grown complacent over the years, he will admit.  He's too used to being around the same bases for too long, too used to people not sparing him a glance as he walks past—or rather—too used to people being used to him.  Here, people of all kinds seemed to lose track of what they were doing as he strides past, staring shamelessly.  Of course, he stares back, and it's usually enough to snap them out of it and send them on their way.

"Of course, you've likely been given the run-down plenty of times already, so I'll spare you all that rubbish," Walker drones on.  He's short.  Older, for an infantry man, but still strong, and with enough temper to make up for what he lacks in youth and height.  "I expect you know what you're doing with that shiny new rank of yours.  Need more men like you around…experienced men."

It isn't often Simon is sent anywhere for instructional purposes.  But with a recent lull in the violence and bloodshed in the world, he finds himself on more and more assignments like these—things to keep him busy.  Keep him moving.  With his new rank, he's attracted more work with leadership than much of anything else.

Camp Viking, Norway.  Assist Marine and Navy Corps with Arctic conditioning and training.

Should be easy enough.

"So, what's the uh…the deal?"

Simon raises an eyebrow at Walker, deciding to humor him despite knowing exactly what he was about to ask.  "Hm?"

"The classified-up-the-ass skeleton getup," he clarifies, eyeing Simon up and down.  "You think you're some superhero or something?”

The beginnings of an amused smirk twitch onto the lieutenant's face.  One thing that would never get old no matter where he was relocated was fucking with people.

"Something like that."

That seems to quell the man's curiosity for the time being.  He raises an eyebrow with an amused, or annoyed, huff before he shakes his head and changes the subject.

"For some of these boys…you're the only thing standing between them and a promotion," Walker gestures loosely to the shooting range at his right, where a handful of soldiers have taken to practicing.  "Don't go easy on 'em.  Not that I expect you to."

"Copy," Simon remarks, eyes sweeping across the field as he follows the captain.  The older man gestures to a plethora of concrete buildings and a few important people to remember.  He talks a lot, much more than Simon cares to listen to—but he follows anyway, taking in the scenery and acquainting himself with what will be his life for the next few weeks.  He eyes the soldiers around the shooting range, committing their faces to memory before Walker calls them to attention.

They're quite the squad.  Young, experienced.  Ghost notes with a huff that it's silent—the typical general shenaniganry of the Marines nonexistent; the product of strict instructors.  The captain goes on with all the formalities, introducing Simon and what he's here to do with the squad. 

Simon's eyes sweep the soldiers, who all avert their gaze the moment his eyes meet theirs.

Yours, however, doesn't.

You're rigid-still.  So still Simon thinks that if it weren't for the steady rise and fall of your chest, you'd be frozen to the snow you stand on.  Spine straight as a pole, boots pressed together, hands clasped at your back; the only thing that moves are your eyes when they flicker up to meet his.  Simon lingers, staring at you, eyes squinting down at where your upper face is exposed from your uniform gator.  

At first glance, you're harmless.  A handful of years younger than him, maybe—you seem like just another soldier who was roped into a station she was less than happy about.  He also thinks, maybe, he can tell what you're thinking—because you hold your head just a bit higher to make yourself appear taller. 

Your face is banged up.  Your nose is slightly crooked and there's a healing bruise across the bridge and under your eyes.  A scabbed-over cut crosses your upper cheek and another one cuts into your brow.  Your cheeks are sunken and your eyes bagged; and if Simon didn't know any better, he'd say it looked like you've been outside in the cold for weeks. 

"Well," Simon huffs.  "Aren't you a sight."

There's a glint in your eyes and Simon quickly realizes he's already underestimated your confidence.  "Could say the same to you, Lieutenant."

He raises an eyebrow at your boldness.  For a second, it's silent.  Behind him, Walker's head raises—appalled by your lack of respect. 

"Ignore her," he says.  "She may look it; but she’s no angel.  ‘Got more insubordination on her record than I have fingers on both hands, at this point."

Simon swears he sees your expression twitch, a slight crinkle of your injured nose at Walker's comment.  Your eyes flash with a concoction of emotions all hidden behind a barrier of discipline.  Regret, anger—fear, maybe—at the edge in your Captain's voice.  Nevertheless, you remain stoic. 

Hm.  

"Seems like you've had quite the week."  Simon says to you.  "Eh, Angel?"

You seem to short-circuit at the new nickname he dubs onto you, or maybe at the vaguest empathy in his voice—he can't tell.  He can see your mouth open with a response before it snaps shut again.  Your gaze flickers from Ghost, to Walker, and then back to Ghost again.

"I…"  you trail off, and then straighten yourself again.  "I will not hinder the team moving forward, sir."

It’s not really the answer he’s looking for.  His eyes narrow at you and your stubborn resolve, as if maybe if he looked at you close enough, he could see behind the thick wall of discipline you’ve put up.  He has questions, and lots of them.  

He holds your gaze for another moment, as if testing you.  When your stare doesn't budge, he finally relents with an approving nod.

"Hm," he says.  "Good."

Walker calls the squad at rest and Ghost continues on with the tour.  He feels your stare linger on the back of his neck as he walks close behind the captain before you return to target practice.  Once you’re out of earshot, Ghost turns his attention back to Walker.

“Captain.”

The Captain sighs, already knowing what's about to be asked of him before Simon can say anything, “Lieutenant.”

“I’d like to take a look at her file once we get back to your office.”

“Copy that, Ghost.”

[cherrydbear]

I feel bad after calling out all the straw hats in this post for their sins so now I'll praise their virtues. According to my brief googling, the corresponding virtues to pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth are humility, charity, chastity, gratitude, temperance, patience, and diligence, respectively, so that's what I'll use here.

Luffy - diligence

Pretty much the entire story happens because Luffy is really determined to become king of the pirates. All of his allies (first, and notably, Koby) were won over and inspired by his perseverance. Almost all of his struggles are overcome by sheer force of will. This is extremely apparent during Alabasta, when he gets thoroughly schooled by Crocodile twice and still goes back for more even while critically injured. I assigned the sin of sloth to Zoro, which makes Luffy his counterbalance. This tracks because Luffy brought Zoro onto a more direct path towards his dream of becoming the world's greatest swordsman, and motivated him to train even harder and take down stronger foes. Sloth mainly applied to Zoro's personal relationships, as he was content to work alone and didn't put much of an effort toward forming and maintaining friendships, but Luffy becomes a person that he'd do anything for.

Sanji - temperance

Sanji counters Luffy's gluttony by rationing the food so it lasts the whole journey and guarding it from Luffy's voracious appetite. Sanji never wastes a scrap of food, and makes sure everyone has enough to eat without tolerating overindulgence to the point that it would endanger the rest of the crew. He understands the importance of moderation. When they're discussing splitting the money, his requests are reasonable and mostly for the benefit of the whole crew, as compared to Luffy, who wants a giant statue. Sanji is a voice of reason that's critical for keeping Luffy's impulses in check.

Zoro - chastity

The opposite of Sanji's lust, Zoro's backstory and motivation is based on respect for a woman as a rival and fellow swordsman. At least up to where I've seen (partly into Water 7), he's never had heart eyes or nosebleeds or any remotely pervy reaction. He's usually the first one to call Sanji out when he crosses a line with Nami. He treats Nami and Robin as equals, and their gender doesn't seem to make much difference to him. Physical appearance doesn't sway Zoro's opinion of people; he judges them by their actions. He's generally unaffected by all desires of the flesh; he accepts pain, hunger, cold and heat with minimal complaint.

(Interesting to note that this makes Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro a self-balancing trio. There's something to be said about triangles being the strongest shape and the idea of the id, ego, and superego in a triumvirate but that's more than we have room to get into here.)

Usopp - charity

Since his introduction, Usopp has always offered freely what he has to give - stories and laughter. He gave the Usopp Pirates a sense of belonging and adventure, and he gave the joy of life back to Kaya. He offers his creativity and inventions to the crew; notably, designing their flag and creating a weapon for Nami. His distress and insecurity mainly stems from the feeling that he doesn't have anything worthy to give. He worries that he's more of a burden than a boon to the straw hats, and this ultimately leads to his decision to leave. This makes Usopp the counterpart to Nami's greed. When he was distraught about losing the money, she realized she cared more about him than the treasure.

Chopper - humility

Chopper's always so bashful when flattered. He never boasts, only fulfills his duty as a doctor as best as he can and is always eager to learn more. He deeply admires his teachers, and doesn't seek glory for himself. In G-8, he coaches Dr. Kobato through the surgeries so she can be prepared to handle them on her own in the future. Chopper cares only about saving lives and keeping people healthy. His pride is all in his friends and crew, and he's modest about his own ablities. Chopper also serves as an outlet for Usopp's pride (the corresponding sin to humility) by being the only one who actually believes his tall tales, which I think sometimes makes Usopp feel guilty and think twice about taking advantage of his gullibility.

Nami - gratitude

Nami's childhood with Belle-mère taught her to be grateful for what she has. She worked for Arlong for years to pay back the village for taking care of her. She's the first of the straw hats to show gratitude to Luffy for turning her life around. Despite her hot temper, she makes sure her friends know she cares about them and is thankful to have them around. She never wants someone she loves to die thinking she doesn't appreciate them, like she worried Belle-mère almost did. The opposite of envy, she's secure in herself, but doesn't take anything for granted. She's confident in her skills, and accepting of her weaknesses.

(This makes Usopp, Chopper, and Nami another balanced trio.)

Robin - patience

Robin is the counter to her own wrath. She's had to be self-sufficient almost her whole life, and hasn't had any friends (presumably, I still haven't seen much of her backstory) until the straw hats to help regulate or balance out her flaws. In order to stay safe, she's had to make up for her wrath by having patience in spades. Robin is always cool and collected, and watches and considers before acting. She doesn't lose her temper or start fights needlessly. She keeps her impulses in check and tries to work based on logic, not emotion.

Handy dandy extremely low quality flowchart I made in two minutes in the notes app showing the interactions of the sins and virtues I've assigned:

[crowhyun]

could you write a boxer taehyun smut where he sees the reader dressed all sexy for his match and it riled him up to the point of finishing the match in record time and he takes care of it in the locker room? 👀 maybe some light teasing from tyun and praise from the reader to tyun? 👉👈

7 months later...

omg YES of course I'll do that for you XDDDDD

also, I wasn't sure if this was, like, legal or illegal boxing, so if you were thinking of legal boxing...sorry :o

Boxer!Taehyun x Fem!Reader smut

Warnings: piv smut, no protection used, wall sex, a bit rough bcs who am i if it's not rough

Words: 2.9k

"You ready, Hyun?" Yeonjun asked, opening the locker room door just an inch to hear the raging crowd just outside.

"Ready as ever." Taehyun said, wrapping his fists up in bandages so they don't end up too bloody. This was this third match of the week, and although he was slightly burnt out, he had a feeling this was one he was going to win. Even if the fight wasn't in his favor, he was going to make it so, as there was too much in stake. The money, his popularity...you. After not being able to spend time with you this whole week due to endless training, he wasn't going to humiliate himself in the one boxing match that you were allowed to watch.

He usually forbade you from watching, as he knew you were a worrywart, and you only tolerated his choice of career. But this was going to be his last match for a while, so he thought that maybe you'd be able to handle it, just for the experience.

"That guy's a big one, huh?" Yeonjun chuckled, referring to Taehyun's opponent. "Might have to really lock this one in."

"I'm not worried." Taehyun scoffed. "A large physique doesn't necessarily mean that one can fight. Besides, I have my pride this time. I'm not going to lose."

"Ah...I know what it is." Yeonjun said with a smirk. "It's because your girlfriend is in the audience this time, isn't it?"

Taehyun cleared his throat awkwardly, busying himself with his bandages.

"Knowing how you get around her...should I be worried for your opponent?" Yeonjun chuckled, and Taehyun just rolled his eyes. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Just do your best, okay? Let's get out there."

The arena was heated, a dense crowd surrounding the rink. With Yeonjun leading the way, they cut through the crowd, Taehyun's face stone cold at the ones who tried to touch him on his way through.

Taehyun wasn't dumb, he knew he was handsome. Givin his looks and his career, there were people fawning over him at all times. It also got him some extra disrespect from his opponents. Taehyun found it funny, though, that the "pretty boy" could so easily bring down each and every one of them.

Taehyun noticed that his opponent was already in the rink, and once he stepped in, his opponent noticed him. He was quite big, just like Yeonjun said. Taehyun wouldn't lie, he's human like everyone else, but this guy was intimidating to the eye. If he didn't know any better, Taehyun would've been scared, but there's no time for fear in the rink.

His opponent looked Taehyun up and down, chuckling at him, underestimating him as per usual. Taehyun, though, he didn't care. He didn't even notice, because he was too busy scanning the crowd to look for a specific person. You. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes darting from place to place before he finally saw your familiar face. It was as if there was a spotlight on you, separating you from everyone else. Due to how aggressive the crowd could be sometimes, he worried for you, but suddenly, his mind went blank. As someone in front of you moved to the side to talk to someone else, he had the chance to see you in your entirety. There you were, clad in a black tank top and a mini skirt. Taehyun could see your cleavage from the rink, and he took a deep breath. It was the summertime, so he couldn't blame you for wearing such skimpy clothes, but he also couldn't blame himself for what it was doing to him. The thin sheen of sweat covered you, making you almost shine, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to take you right there.

Not only that, but you were looking at him with a large smile on your face, doing small jumps that made your breasts jiggle each time. He tried not to show his lust, but damn, it was hard.

"Nervous, aren't you?" His opponent asked, a condescending smile on his face. Taehyun snapped him attention away from you at the sound of his voice. If he thinks extreme lust looks like nervousness, then that's not Taehyun's problem. "Don't worry too much. This will be quick."

"I'm not here to chit-chat." Taehyun said nonchalantly, turning to Yeonjun, who was at the outer corner of the rink. Yeonjun already knew what he needed, giving him his water. It was so hot, but the coolness for the water chilled him out.

"Match starts in 1 minute. Good luck." Yeonjun said, and Taehyun nodded, facing his opponent once more. Cracking his neck, he was slightly annoyed. He hadn't been able to see you in a week, so of course he was a little pent up. He didn't think it was that bad, but the sight of you made him realize exactly how pent up he was. If only he didn't have to fight, he would've...

He shook his head. He couldn't think about that now, of all times. The clock was ticking, and the fight was about to start. Seeing you gave him a bit of a rush, and he didn't' care what he'd have to do to end this match as quickly as possible.

Finally, the bell ringed three times, and it was time to start. All he was thinking of was you, and at this moment, his opponent was nothing more than a cock block that he wanted to get rid of as soon as possible to get to you.

The fight had barely started, yet Taehyun was getting annoyed with walking around in circles with his opponent, waiting for who would throw the first punch. Just to get things going, Taehyun got closer, giving him the impression that he was going to hit first. Throughout his training, he knew that it was always best for the opponent to deliver the first punch so that you can dodge and be able to easily figure out their next move.

Just like he had expected, his opponent fell for his bluff, throwing the first punch aimed at Taehyun's abdomen. He swiftly dodged it, and it was as if he calculated his opponent's fighting style. His hefty muscle weight kept him from moving quickly, making his moves predictable. He did have the power, but no technique. This was going to be an easy match.

Slightly stunning him from his dodge, Taehyun dove in, delivering a punch right below his ribcage. His opponent then thought it was a good idea to keep trying to aim for Taehyun's face. Taehyun could laugh at how dumb he was. Dodging each punch, he kept aiming at his abdomen. It wasn't the best way to quickly get a match over with, but there was no other way, really, so Taehyun tried his best to stay as untouched as possible while chipping at his opponent's stamina bit by bit.

The two first rounds of the match were over, and there was one more round to go. Taehyun has suffered a few punches here and there, and he knew the bruises weren't going to be pretty. It wasn't enough to debilitate him, though, as his opponent was in an even worse shape than him.

"One more round, you got this." Yeonjun said, a firm hand on his shoulder as if he was shaking determination and strength into him.

Taehyun huffed, a scowl on his face, wanting it to be over already. Why was his opponent so...durable?

"Just remember, Hyun," Yeonjun started. "The faster you can take him down, the faster you can get to your lady. Don't embarrass yourself."

"I got it." Taehyun said, shrugging Yeonjun's hands off his shoulders. Looking into the audience to where you where, he could tell there was a bit of worry crossing your face. He wanted to be there right next to you to reassure you, but the only way he could reassure you now was to win this match.

At the sound of the bell, he dove back in, not wanting to waste any time. He knew his opponent's moves by now, so he didn't care who was going to throw the first punch. All he knew, though, was that he had something more important to do afterwards.

His opponent stood, dazed out of his mind, as Taehyun delivered what would be the last punch of the match. His fists ached as blood seeped into his bandaged, but it wasn't his blood.

With his coach trying to hold him up, his opponent fell to the ground, and the bell ringed thrice. The crowd roared as the match finally ended, and Taehyun had won.

"Fuck yeah, Hyun, that's what I'm talking about!" Yeonjun said, shaking Taehyun's shoulders as he stepped out of the rink. "$5,000 can you believe that? I knew you were going to win, that big doofus was a joke." Yeonjun laughed loudly, more excited about the money than Taehyun was, but Taehyun didn't care. His mind was on one thing and one thing only.

"Yeah, yeah, you, uh, you get the money for me, I need to do something real quick." Taehyun said, and he disappeared into the crowd, leaving a confused Yeonjun behind. Taehyun made a beeline for where he remembered you were, even pushing people out of the way to get to you.

Once he saw you, he noticed that you were looking around for him, and he couldn't help but smile.

Standing on your tiptoes to look around, you turned to his direction and noticed that he was right there, looking at you. A huge smile grew on your face, and you ran to hug him tight.

"Taehyun!" You exclaimed. "I was so worried, but you did so well." You separated from him, scanning his body to examine his cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? You're not too hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, baby." He said, giving you a kiss on the lips and lingering for a bit. "Of course I'd do well. You're here. But it wasn't too bad, right?"

"Well...you're right, but I don't like to see you hurt." You said, hands lightly running down his bare, sweaty chest, making him gulp.

"I like your outfit, by the way." He said. "Though, you should be careful wearing things like that around all these men."

"Careful? Why?" You said coyly. "I'm burning in here, if I were to wear something else, I would've passed out." You joked.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Taehyun chuckled. "You nearly made me drop the match when I looked at you."

"Oh? Am I showing too much skin?" You asked innocently, but Taehyun knew you, and you knew that you were a little tease. He shamelessly looked down at your breasts, which were now pressed up against his chest. He couldn't waste more time still being in the crowd. He had to get you alone, and quick.

"Let me get you out of here." He said, still distracted by your breasts. You knew exactly what was going to happen, and you were in no way against it, because you wanted exactly what he wanted, and maybe even more.

Taehyun wasted no time. After pushing you into the locker room and shutting the door behind him, he attached his lips to yours, effectively stunning you. Thankfully, there was no one else in the locker room, so he had you all alone, and he was going to make great use of this time.

Backing you into the nearest wall, his hands roamed your body as his tongue made its way into contact with your own. He grabbed handfuls of your bare thighs, slowly going up until his hands slid under your skirt and then he froze.

Parting from this kiss, he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, feeling you up just a bit more.

"No panties?" He said, and you just smiled. "You were planning this all along, weren't you?"

"Maybe." You said.

"Better be glad no one else saw." He said, attaching his lips to your neck. "Else there would be more than one match today."

You bit your lip, feeling your arousal dripping down your inner thighs. You had been dripping all night, especially when seeing him fight. It was a good thing that you were already sweating, else there would be some questionable looks from others.

With your skirt already lifted up, Taehyun switched his attention to underneath your flimsy tank top, wasting no time to reveal your breasts to him. Your breasts slightly bounced when he lifted your shirt up and he groaned, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth over it.

Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, breathy whines emitting from your throat. Groaning once more, Taehyun hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up in a show of strength. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and you felt his hard bulge right against your bare pussy. It rubbed against your clit, and you bit your lip trying to suppress the desperate moan bubbling up in your throat.

"T-Taehyun, fuck me," You moaned out, feeling pent up enough as it was.

"Fuck, babe," He moaned out, chest heaving. Any other time, he's tease you for being so desperate, but it has been too long since he had you in this position, and he couldn't wait to be deep inside of you. He reached down to tug his underwear and shorts down, effectively freeing his cock from its confines. He grabbed the bottom on your thighs, spreading you further apart as you clenched around nothing.

Without warning, he pushed into you in one quick motion, his hips flush with yours. You couldn't help the moan from escaping you as how full you felt. Clenching around him, he started to move. It was slow at first as he savored this feeling. Your arousal dripped down his cock, making its way down his thighs. He couldn't believe how wet you were, and you guys barely started.

"Taehyun, faster, please-" You moaned out, grasping his shoulders quietly. He didn't have to be told twice. He held you still against the way and began thrust into you with much more fervor. The sounds of skin meeting and moans got more erratic as he fucked you harder.

He looked down between the both of you, watching as his cock stretched your hole, taking each and every inch of him. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and he watched the sweat drip down your skin. It was like a dream, hearing you cry out, unable to conceal your moans.

It only made him thrust harder until he was pounding into you, groans nearly turning into growls.

"F-fuck, Hyun, I'm gonna c-cum," You stuttered in staccato breaths, trying to speak through each mind numbing thrust he gave you. You dug your nails into his shoulders, his name rolling of your tongue senselessly.

"Cum for me, baby," He said in a sultry tone, eyes piercing into yours as he watched every one of your facial expressions. Shifting only a bit so that his angle was different, he noticed how much louder you suddenly became.

"Oh, fuck! Right there, Hyun, don't stop!" Your head fell back against the wall, jaw dropped in pleasure. It didn't take much longer for you to cum, creaming all over his thick cock, making a mess out of him. Your pussy was clenching onto him for dear life and he shut his eyes tight, biting onto your shoulder as he continued to pound into you. You whined in overstimulation, but Taehyun couldn't stop as he chased his high.

"J-just a second, babe, I'm almost there." He breathed out, his thrusts becoming erratic. Your legs started to shake, and you could no longer contain even a bit of your moans. Taehyun had you trapped. Your only choice was to just take what he was giving you, and he was driving you crazy.

To drive him closer to his high, you clenched around him, his moans becoming louder. "Yes, keep going," You whined into his ear. "You feel so f-fucking good, keep fucking my pussy just like that, and I'm gonna c-cum again," You could barely speak because of the power behind his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Hyun, are you in here?" You heard a voice behind the locker room door, and your eyes widened in panic once it flew open. "Hyun, you-"

"Get out!" Taehyun said, not stopping for even a second. Your eyes were lidded in pleasure, face a daze as you made eye contact with a frozen Yeonjun.

It took him a bit to realize exactly what he had walked into before he quickly left and shut the door. Just seconds after that, you came again, clenching around him until he just couldn't take it anymore. He kept fucking into you while he came, making a mess of his cum. He then quickly pulled out of you once it got too overwhelming, some of his cum leaking onto the floor.

There was about a minute of silence before he gently put you back down on the floor. You held onto him tightly, feeling weak in the knees, and he chuckled.

"Are you alright?" He asked, flipping your clothes back down to cover you.

You nodded, throat sore from nearly frying your vocal chords. "Just a little embarrassed from Yeonjun walking in."

"Embarrassed?" He scoffed. "Don't lie. I know you liked it, didn't you? You like being watched?" He teased, and you avoided eye contact, making him laugh. "Let's get you home. And maybe we could invite Yeonjun to test out my little theory."

"Taehyun!"

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AN: Hey yall uh...i hope yall like this hehe, btw anon, if you don't like what happened at the end, I'M SORRY I CANT HELP IT I JUST WANT THEM ALL TO RUN A TRAIN ON ME IT GETS HARD SOMETIMES UGH

also i wanted this to be like 1k words idk why i did all that fr

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Hiii!! It's the same anon who sent you an ask... Months ago I think, abt the !role reversal Yuuji teaching Satoru an 'object lesson' fic.. wondering if you can show the more steamy outlines for that one? DW abt dropping non-con/torture on me, that fic has not left my mind since then but I haven't got the courage to send another ask until now 🥲

I remember youuuu!

Ah, that fic—it's a personal favorite, honestly. Just one hell of a task to pull off. The current outline is a hefty 2.5k, and it's one of my messiest outlines: a mix of notes, actual scene outlines, corrections and revisions, and bits of dialogue, mostly in the form of DMs with @nearalways.

Anyway, steamy scenes you've asked for, steamy scenes you shall receive! The following involves a DE I'd designed for Yuuji prior to the canon one, and I'm keeping it since the canon one remains unnamed and unexplained. It's a reworked version of Malevolent Shrine mixed with the snowy woods from the Shibuya scene with Mahito, tentatively named Hunting Grounds.

CWs for rape and torture

Yuuji using domain amplification to neutralize Limitless, drags Gojou into his domain, and fucks him with the blood (clarification: whips of blood, based on Blood Manipulation)

Gojou caught in the blood, Limitless useless, which makes him realize it's a sure-hit effect. Gleeful it's pretty weak overall—just binding. Yuuji caressing Sukuna's skeleton (positioned in MS) and turning around to say, You'd have enjoyed him, Satoru. You're very similar, the two of you. You're a good kid though, under all that rage and pride. This one was just evil. He was tolerable there by the end—mostly because there wasn't much of him left. He never once begged though. Will you? Satoru grappling with the realization of who that is but still asking. Yuuji confirming it's Sukuna, the King of Curses. Then—I'll show you his favorite. 

Cleave shower—shallow cuts. Gojou more stunned than hurt, healing automatically. Yuuji explaining his domain has two sure-hits due to the whole thing being a combination of two distinct souls that merged: the blood trapping prey and Sukuna's slashing attacks. Yuuji perching beside the skeleton while continuing the attacks, waiting for Gojou to heal every time before the next. Gojou's clothes shredded; he's panting and dazed. And hard. Yuuji calls him incorrigible. Goes to him to put a foot up against his dick, telling him to get off because that's not the lesson Yuuji wants him to learn. Gojou does manage Limitless against that, but Yuuji's solution is to use a very controlled Cleave to cut close enough to Gojou's dick to make it clear what else he can do. Says he can just cut it off, keep Gojou grounded: it won't be permanent, will it? The 16-year-old boy about to lose his dick lets Infinity down; footjob slicked with blood. 

Cleave showers during and after. He gets hard again. Gojou dizzy from blood loss and constant RCT—this is barely a month into his godhood. The new blood he's making again goes to his dick. Yuuji sighs, exasperated and amused, and switches tracks to another kind of object lesson. The new reveal: the blood isn't just for trapping, they're just extensions of Yuuji's will.

Rape scene ft. the blood: It can tie Gojou up and turn into solid shapes to fuck him. Can heat up to brand and torment him, inside and out. The scent and taste being revolting.

End the fic with Yuuji telling a completely wrecked Gojou "it's good to feel human, right, Satoru?"

The aftermath of this is more physical and psychological fuckery.

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Lords Of Chaos characters as Fall Out Boy songs <3

Pelle // Heaven, Iowa

I've unspooled on the floor, I feel so A Star Is Born. Kiss my cheek, baby, please. Would you read my eulogy?

I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me. Tell me, when the party ends, will you still love who I am?

Scar-crossed lovers forever, I'm checking myself out forever. I'm saving this all for later. Scar-crossed lovers, here we are, untouched forever.

They don't know how much they'll miss, at least until you're gone like this. Talking to the mirror, say, "save your breath. Half your life, you've been hooked on death." Twice the dreams, but half the love. Be careful what you bottle up. The chemistry is a mess, it seems. But me, I'm still a sunbeam.

I closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow.

Faust // Alone Together

Cut me off, I lost my track. It's not my fault, I'm a maniac. It's not funny anymore, no, it's not.

My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken. Do you wanna feel beautiful? I'm outside the door, invite me in so we can go back and play pretend.

I'm on deck, yeah, I'm up next. Tonight, I'm high as a private jet.

I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm coming home. And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead. This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end.

Let's be alone together, we could stay young forever. Scream it from the top of your lungs.

Occultus // Young And Menace

We've gone way too fast for way too long and we were never supposed to make it half this far.

And I lived so much life, lived so much life. I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice, kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx.

Woke up on the wrong side of reality and there's a madness that's just coursing right through me. Not sure I'm there yet, but I'm certain I've arrived.

I forgot what I was losing my mind about, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind and send a message: I was young and a menace.

Varg // Save Rock And Roll

I need more dreams and less life, and I need that dark in a little more light. I cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you! You can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.

You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream: no, no!

Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow. I only plugged in to save rock and roll.

Blood brothers in desperation, an oath of silence for the voice of our generation. Well, how'd it get to be only me? Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes.

I will defend the faith, going down swinging, I will save the songs that we can't stop singing.

Hellhammer // I Don't Care

Say my name and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same. Let the leaves fall off in the summer and let December glow in flames.

These friends, they don't love you. They just love the hotel suites now. I don't care what you think as long as it's about me, the best of us can find happiness in misery.

Take a chance, let your body get a tolerance. I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants. Pull a breath like another cigarette, pawnshop heart trading up.

On the oracle in my chest. Sweat it out, shut your mouth. Free love on the streets, but in the alley, it ain't that cheap.

Blackthorn // What A Time To Be Alive

"That's the way, the world, it used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams."

We're out here and we're ready, we're here and we're ready to livestream the apocalypse. I don't care if it's pretty, the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.

'Cause everything is lit except my serotonin, yeah. Everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain.

But baby, please, I just need someone to hold me even though you don't even know me. Oh, I'm going neon in the night time. Oh, what a time to be alive.

They say that I should try meditation, but I don't want to be alone with my own thoughts.

When I said, "leave me alone" this isn't quite what I meant. I got the quarantine blues, bad news, what's left? So, it seems the vulture's getting too full to fly. Oh, what a time to be alive.

Øystein // I Am My Own Muse

Here I am, not sure you should take a chance. I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out. But I was faded in my own defense, so drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

Smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars. Oh, got to throw this year away, we got to throw this away like a bad luck charm.

Trumpets bring the angels, but they never came and no one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name. I know I keep my feelings so tucked away, just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart. So, drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about.

So, let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer. I'm just trying to keep it together, but it gets a little harder when it never gets better.

Necrobutcher // America's Suitehearts

You could've knocked me out with a feather. I know you've heard this all before, but we're just hell's neighbors. Why, why, why won't the world revolve around me?

Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets, but I don't know much about classic cars. But I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.

Media, please. Let's hear it for America's suitehearts! But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.

You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend. Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet. Let my love loose again. Oh, I don't know much about classic cars, but I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.

Fenriz // 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)

I'm sleeping my way out of this one with anyone who will lie down. I'll be stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down.

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type, but you've got me looking in through blinds. I'm sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget everything that isn't you. I'm not going home alone 'cause I don't do too well.

The only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that I don't know. I'm having another episode, I just need a stronger dose. I keep telling myself, I'm not the desperate type.

But you've got me looking in through blinds.

Manheim // 27

If home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked. I can't remember and I want it so bad, I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins. I can't remember the good old days.

And it's kind of funny, the way we're wearing anchors on our shirts when being anchored aboard just feels like a curse.

My mind is a safe and if I keep it then we all get rich. My body is an orphanage, we take everyone in. Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage just to feel like you.

The milligrams in my head, burning tobacco in the wind, chasing the direction you went.

You're a bottled star, the planets align just like Mars. You shine in the sky. Are all the good times getting gone? They come and go. I've got a lot of friends who are stars, but some are just black holes.

Attila // Dead On Arrival

Hope this is the last time 'cause I'd never say no to you. This conversation's been dead on arrival and there's no way to talk to you.

A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you. This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So I'm writing you a chorus and here is your verse.

No, it's not the last time 'cause I'd never say no to you. The conversation's still dead on arrival and there's no way to talk to you when you're dead on.

Ann-Marit // 20 Dollar Nose Bleed

Have you ever wanted to disappear and join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street? Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger on a passenger plane?

Permanent jet lag, please take me back. The mad key's tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.

Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine. But don't let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam.

The same war his dad rehearsed came back with flags on coffins and said, "we won, oh, we won."

Only one book really matters, the rest of the proof is on the television. It's not me, it's you. Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me. Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me.

I'm just a racehorse on the track, send me back to the glue factory. Always thought I'd float away and never come back, but I've got enough miles on my card to fly the boys home on my own. But you know me: I like being all alone and keeping you all alone.

The charts are boring and the kids are snoring, and my ego's in a sling. You say you're not listening and I said I'm wishing.

Metalion // Champion

Champion, champion. I'm calling you from the future to let you know we've made a mistake. And there's a fog from the past that's giving me, giving me such a headache.

And I'm back with a madness, I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions. I got nothing but dreams inside, I got nothing but dreams.

I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe. But young enough not to know what to believe in.

If I can live through this, I can do anything. I got rage every day on the inside, the only thing I do is sit around and kill time. I'm trying to blow out the pilot light, I'm trying to blow out the light.

I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe. But just young enough not to know what to believe in.

[sentimentaliz]

She still loves him. He still trusts her.

"Miraculous" is one of my sources of inspiration that helped me through difficult times, opened up areas to explore (for example, 3D animation) and to the present day gives me emotions that provide me strength. I’m not afraid to state that my favorite pairing is Gabenath. Yes, I shouldn’t be scared or ashamed to talk about it, but many fans/viewers of the Miraculous react too aggressively to this couple and the characters separately. But I believe that everyone has the right to single out certain characters for themselves, be interested in them and analyze them, and therefore should not be subject to toxic statements from others. Why am I writing all this? Apparently, I still cannot understand and accept this dissonance in the relationship between Gabriel and Nathalie. So I'll try to explain to myself and, perhaps, to others, who were also, to put it mildly, shocked after what they saw in season 5.

At the beginning of season 5 we see changes in Gabriel's behavior. If previously the goal of the main antagonist was to bring a loved one back to life, now it is not. Nowadays, Gabriel is ruled by revenge, he craves to take revenge on Ladybug and Cat Noir for all the losses and humiliations. Now he only wants to defeat them. That is, his priority has changed, family is no longer in the first place. Nathalie, as practically always, came up with a win-win plan for him, but he missed this opportunity, preferring revenge.

Then Gabriel forbids his son to date the girl he really loves. And I don't understand why Gabriel made a contract with Mrs. Tsurugi for a dynastic marriage between Adrien and Kagami and why he couldn't terminate it? One gets the feeling that Tomoe Tsurugi dominates him, but why? Let's remember how determined she was to achieve the goal, not allowing Gabriel to be distracted by emotions: "You're forgetting my part of the deal, Gabriel-san. As always you're losing yourself in sentimental trifles. Our vision of the future is much bigger than that. We are connected just like our children. They were made for each other. And I will not tolerate another glitch in our plan!".

It's hard to believe that Gabriel would be so indifferent to his son's feelings and opinions, so I think the writers went too far here by making Gabriel overly cruel!

As season 5 progresses, the relationship between Gabriel and Nathalie is heating up, becoming tense. Nathalie does not support the direction of Gabriel's strategy in the fight for the miraculous and does not approve of his prohibitions towards Adrien. She's mad at Gabriel, but she doesn't stop worrying about him! I guess if Gabriel had changed his attitude towards Adrien's choice in love and refused the deal with Mrs. Tsurugi, then the relationship between Gabriel and Nathalie would have become warmer.

Now let's turn to the episode where Gabriel accuses Nathalie of betrayal, emphasizing that he suspected her of this from the moment she began to support Marinette and Adrien's relationship. Yes, since Gabriel follows Mrs. Tsurugi's agreement, he will not tolerate any interference. In addition, he is obsessed with bringing into reality their shared plan with Tomoe Tsurugi to capture the miraculous – “Perfect Alliance”. Gabriel realizes that now he really has no choice. Nathalie will soon leave them, and he, being with the cataclysm, will not live long. That is why he only needs time to change everything through desire. And he does not give up his goal of bringing his wife back to life.

But what do we see next? Despite the fact that he accused Nathalie of betrayal, he later retracted his words. This can be confirmed by remembering the dialogue between Marinette and Gabriel: "She was right. Adrien was not alone. He had Nathalie and me. I've ruined everything. Nathalie's about to disappear. And so am I. Adrien will have no one left".

After talking with Marinette, Gabriel realizes that both Emilie and Nathalie were right. He admits his mistakes towards Adrien, but he no longer has time to apologize. So he decides to change his desire: “There is only one thing I wish to change”. Gabriel realizes that he cannot live without Emilie and leaves with her. But he does not forget about Nathalie, giving her his life. Yes, he was never able to come to terms with the death of his wife, but he healed Nathalie because she was dear to him and Adrien. He loves his son and doesn’t want him to be left an orphan, all alone. Gabriel is devoted and sincerely trusts Nathalie.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Angry women my beloved -Danny Words: 2,083 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Angry Woman' -by Ashe

XLI: Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here

"So good to see you again, ma chère. It's time we had a very cold reunion." 

Ara hasn't thought about these three idiots since last December, but it's clear they haven't forgotten about them. Younger Ara would consider it flattering, but now she's annoyed and on the verge of another crisis if they don't bring Leo back.

"Muffins," Cal points to Piper's cornucopia after it spits food abruptly, Ara only remembers his name because he couldn't say more than a few words at a time. "Muffins are good."

"Ah, merci," Zethes winks at the girls, making Ara want to be killed faster. "I knew the pretty girl would miss me." 

"This is great, exactly what I needed," Ara grumbles, trying to release her feet.

"You've grown, Jackson," Zethes continues in French. "I'm willing to ignore my orders if you promise me a good time."

"How about you come closer and I show you where my sword fits?" She replies in a bad mood.

Piper tries to use charmspeak. "Let my friends go."

Zethes stiffens in place. "We should let your friends go."

"Yes," Cal drops his muffin.

"No, you idiots! She is charmspeaking. Use your wits."

"Wits..." Cal picks up his food and eats it. "Muffins are better."

"Ah, my beautiful Piper..." Zethes sighs. "So long I have waited to see you again. Sadly, my sister is right. We cannot let your friends go. In fact we must take them to Quebec, where they shall be laughed at eternally. I am so sorry, but these are our orders."

"Orders...? Guys, listen, your sister disobeyed Boreas. She's working with the giants, trying to raise Gaea. She's planning to take over your father's throne."

"Dear Piper McLean," the goddess chuckles. "You would manipulate my weak-willed brothers with your charms, like a true daughter of the love goddess. Such a skillful liar."

"Liar? You tried to kill us! Zethes, she's working for Gaea!" 

Zethes squints. "Alas, beautiful girl. We all are working for Gaea now. I fear these orders are from our father, Boreas himself."

"What?" 

Ara closes her eyes and tunes them out, then summons Hephaestus's blessing and hopes it works like she wants it to. Her body heats up, and she tries to guide all the warmth to her feet, which is not easy.

"What about Leo?" Piper questions, and the name makes Ara lose a bit of focus. "Where did you send him?"

"Leo Valdez deserved a special punishment," Khione shrugs. "I have sent him to a place from which he can never return. But it is for the best. Leo could not be tolerated, even as an ice statue... not after he insulted me. The fool refused to rule at my side! And his power over fire... He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I'm afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do."

"You know, the first time I met you I thought you were annoying, but the more you talk, the more I think gods should have some kind of Asylum for headcases like you," Ara twirls one finger next to her head. "Blood's too frozen to circulate your noggin, huh?"

Khione's cold eyes sharpen. "What nonsense are you speaking?"

"You see, dear royal pain in the podex," Ara moves her foot inside its enclosure as the ice melts and hollows around it. "If you'd done your homework properly, you'd know that the daughter of Olympus is in love with Leo Valdez, and if what you're saying it's true, then I've got no choice but to kill you."

Ara turns Almighty into a spear, then slams the flat end on the ice over her feet and shatters it. Khione chucks shards of ice her way and Ara drops to the ground, pulling her flintlock out from the Octopi bag and shooting at Cal with it, but she doesn't get to kill him.

Khione screams in frustration and projects more ice, but Piper shoots warm hams out of her cornucopia to protect Ara.

"Piper, get Festus running!" The girl expands her shield. "I'll hold them!"

"Are you crazy? I'm not the tech-savvy!"

"Wake Festus up!" Ara uses her charmspeak. Piper tenses and quickly makes her way to the bronze dragon. Zethes tries to go after her and Ara shoots him in the wing. "You northern chicken go where I say you can go!"

"You are the mentally unwell if you think you can fight the three of us at once," Khione sneers. "You daughters of love are no threat."

"And yet you have no choice but to fight me."

Ara draws out from her Octopi one of the bombs Leo made weeks ago, Greek fire would be ideal, but it could also damage the ship and she can't afford that while Leo isn't here, so warm popcorn it is. The bomb goes off and it confuses the others enough to give Ara an advantage.

She turns Almighty into a sword and cuts off Cal's wings, the poor guy is an idiot and now he's a flyless one. In the meantime Piper's trying to wake Festus up, as in, shouting his name and demanding at him to open his eyes. Ara can't judge her, Piper undoubtedly has zero knowledge of machines and Ara ordered her to get Festus running. If Piper believes that will work, then so does she.

"C'mon pretty, don't do this!" Zethes tries to reach her. "I'd hate having to bruise that face!"

"Okay, so you're definitely dying first," Ara reloads her flintlock. "I can't stand another second of your god-awful courting, Chad."

"Ugh, enough! I'm freezing you," Khione raises her hand almost in a bored manner.

Ara's anger flares up and glows red, aiming her gun at Khione and shooting at the center of the goddess's palm, she screeches and holds onto her wounded fist. "You stupid girl! What have you done?!"

Ara has been considered inconsequential for too long, she's gonna show Khione how terrible she can be. She reloads the gun again. "Daughter of love or not, I'm the General of Olympus, and you will respect me."

The easiest thing would be to get rid of Zethes first, but Ara is done with fast and easy, so she attacks Cal, he's slow on his feet and has no wings to escape her, but he's Khione's strongest guard. Ara glows teal and summons a small tide to wash over in front of the goddess and Khione freezes it just like the girl wanted.

Ara pulls out a bomb of Greek Fire and chucks it down the back of Cal's hockey uniform, then runs to take cover behind Khione's devised ice wall and she hears the goddess screams in anger when her brother explodes in golden dust.

"Two to go," Ara mutters, drawing out a second bomb.

"Enough!" Khione cracks Ara's barrier and sends thousands of sharp pellets at the girl's face. 

Ara covers the softest parts of her body with the shield Leo made for her and doesn't think much of the cuts that she gets on her legs and face.

"Zethes! The bomb!" The goddess demands. The boread tosses something at Ara's feet and she stumbles back. It looks like a weird chunk of ice, yet Ara can sense its power. Khione laughs shortly. "You know what that is, don't you? One wrong move, and your dear ship will be tossed out to the ends of the world."

"Wait, sorry for interrupting your bad-guy speech," Ara replies, deciding to distract Khione until Festus comes back to life. "But why are you here again?"

The girl looks more insulted about her lack of interest than the fact that Ara just killed her brother. "Were you not listening to what I told your sister?"

"I have ADHD and you immortals love your Shakespearian back-and-forths a bit too much, it's impossible for me not to space out."

"It doesn't matter!" Khione snaps. "I will send you and your sister to the ends of the world, I'll take the rest of your friends back to our palace, and you will regret your insolence towards me!"

"Got it," Ara points at the bomb. "This thing has a timer, or does it go off if I move?"

"What?" Khione blinks, confused by her indifference. "I—No. It will go off once the ice melts."

Ara sighs and shakes her head. "Man, that's a lousy design! You depend on the weather a bit too much, don't you think? What if I had ice powers, huh? That is the problem with you gods, you show off and think we can't beat you because you have lots of one thing. Well, I have a bit of everything, so I'm gonna wipe the floor with your frosted ass."

Festus lets out a huge amount of hot steam and Piper recoils with a big smile on her face. "He's awake!"

"My turn to show off." Ara summons another small wave that hits Khione's face and makes her lose balance. 

Zethes attacks and Ara shoots him point-blank in the chest, killing him instantly and leaving nothing but golden dust and his sword behind. Ara can't move and risk kicking the bomb on accident, so she searches inside her Octopi and pulls out another popcorn bomb, tosses it a Khione, and the goddess gets covered in the warm, buttery snack.

"She's all yours, Pipes!" Ara shouts, pointing at the sword Zethes left behind so the Aphrodite can pick it up.

Festus roars with energy, shooting large columns of fire into the air and melting the ice over ship's deck while Ara whirls around as carefully and quickly as possible toward the control panels to put them back together. 

Piper takes her place in the fight and faces Khione. "You miserable girls!" She screams. "You think you can defeat me—a goddess?"

Ara works as fast as possible and ignores Khione, deeming her unimportant in comparison to the condition of her ship. Her skin starts to glow orange when she speeds up. "Buddy, I need some guidance here! I don't have the sphere, how do I make it work?" 

Festus creaks and uses a mix of Morse code and clicks similar to words to guide her. Slowly, the monitors start to come back to life. She won't be able to access some of the cool stuff like the jet propulsion or the automatized ballista, but at least she's got Festus, and Festus controls most of the ship.

"Children of Aphrodite," Khione growls. "You are nothing."

"Don't listen to her! She's scared!" Ara encourages Piper without looking up. "There is nothing scarier than an angry Aphrodite! Jason and Leo are counting on you!"

Piper slashes Khione across the chest, the goddess explodes in a small blizzard and vanishes. Ara reboots the system and turns around to announce it, but then she spots the ice bomb melting on her deck and her stomach drops, she forgot it was there.

"Piper take cover!" Ara glows teal.

The girl hides behind the foremast while Ara turns Almighty into a shovel and picks up the bomb, tossing it across deck and out of the ship. The object explodes as soon as it touches the sea and the Argo II gets thrown onward so fast she can't see where it's heading.

By the time they stop, Jason has melted back to life. He's disoriented and hypothermic, but Piper checks his vitals and feeds him back to health while Ara grabs a welding kit to finish melting the block of ice that's keeping the others downstairs.

"What happened?" Jason asks groggily. 

"Khione and her stupid brothers," Ara mumbles, tears rolling down her face while she keeps jabbing at the ice with a hammer.

"We took care of it," Piper eases him, placing the bottle of nectar closer to the boy's lips.

"You... you what?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Piper gives him a knowing smile. "Ara distracted them long enough for me to wake Festus, then—"

"She got rid of Khione," Ara takes a moment to catch her breath. "With her special power."

"What power?" Jason looks at them curiously.

"Female rage."

Piper snorts. "I did my best."

"You gave life to a bronze dragon!" Ara exclaims, pointing at the figurehead. "You pulled a Pinocchio on the baby! What kind of blue fairy magic was that?"

"I did what you asked," Piper replies a little dejected. "Charmspeak is all I have, I'm not a mechanic like you, Strategus."

"I'm not complaining," the girl dries her tears and stands up. "I sound angry, but I'm not angry at you."

"Where is Leo?" Jason looks around suddenly noticing his absence. His eyes suddenly focus on the shore ahead and he frowns. "And where are we?"

"According to Almighty," Ara checks her compass, eyes puffy and tired. "That'd be Notus's palace."

"Who's Notus?" Piper asks.

"God of the South Wind," Ara makes a face. "We'll be here a while."

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Chapter 70

Third POV

The white room has been anything but eventful. Jeff hasn't been keeping Eboni updated on the time nor the days, not that it bothered her too much. What did irk her were the smudges of lipstick over his face and near his lips and neck. She almost lost her cool the first time he came to visit her without even bothering to wash the shit off.

But she's glad he didn't. The smiling killer would come straight to Eboni every single time Nina made a move on him. He wants nothing more than to snap that bitch's neck, but he doesn't for Eboni's sake. Slenderman's warning is still lingering in the back of his head along with Zalgo's curse. Quite frankly he can't wait for this new years party at the end of the month. A perfect excuse to finally get completely wasted.

When Jeff first arrived at the mansion, it became apparent how often he would drink. Some would call him a alcoholic while others would say the poor idiot is just drinking his problems away. Both parties would be correct. The killer had freedom to do whatever he wanted, kill whoever he wanted - but thanks to his huge ego, he made that stupid bet with Slenderman.

Jeff tried too many methods to end the creatures' life - going as far as to use voodoo, nothing worked, of course. So he's to continue living in this hell hole, and Jeff would be damned if he's forced to live this life without Eboni by his side. She's the only one making his time at the mansion worthwhile now. Sure, EJ & BEN make for good company- but he can only tolerate their presence for so long.

He moves in front of her, slumping to the ground, and crosses his legs. He lays his head on her lap, sighing heavily. Eboni giggles, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. Her touch is enough to calm his raging nerves. After the third week of the month, thanks to her good behavior, Slenderman allowed Jeff to remove her restraints.

The second week was hell for her. It was the week of her period. During that week, Jeff became the most tenderhearted she's ever seen him be. He would carefully wash her up, change her tampons as best as he could, give her painkillers EJ would offer him, sneak in a heating pan that could wrap around her waist and is battery powered, and a silicon ice pack to rest on the back of her neck so her body wouldn't overheat.

That time became a moment, and the two grew significantly closer. Eboni never thought Jeff would care so much, neither did he. He just so happened to never be around when she's on, so for him to witness her sobbing her eyes out at the unbearable pain of cramps - it made him want to go above and beyond to make her time on her period as smoothly as possible while still in the white room.

Several people witnessed this, of course, a few being Helen - also known as Bloody Painter - Nina, BEN, Sally, and both Jacks, and even Slenderman. Most found them to be heartwarming, witnessing a different side of Jeff became a breath of fresh air. But others, Nina, only grew to hate Eboni more, which increased her advances on Jeff.

"What did she do this time?" Eboni questions calmly.

"I was playing street fighters with BEN, just minding my fucking business, and that bitch jumped on my lap and started kissing all over me!" He shouts, groaning inwardly as his body tenses.

"So what did you do?" She questions, still running her fingers through his hair.

"I picked her ass up and threw her on the TV. I was so close to winning, too."

The girl laughs, shaking her head. "Let's be real. You were losing. No one can beat BEN in street fighters, not even me."

Jeff grumbles curses, not bothering to state whether Eboni is right or not - she is right, though. He lifts his head up, resting his chin on her knee. "I just want that bitch to drop dead already!"

"You and me both... but don't worry, I'll handle her once I'm out." Eboni smirks, mischief in her eyes.

Jeff grins, "So what's the plan?"

"Let's keep it under wraps. I rather not be forced to stay here any longer. Anyways...speaking of wanting bitches to drop dead - what's up with Taylor & Masky?"

The smiling killer laughs loudly, shaking his head. "Man. What isn't up with them!? Those fuckers bitch about eeeeeverything! It's so annoying. I swear princess, that trailer park trash wants to be you soooooo bad!"

"How so?" Eboni questions.

"She's seriously changing how she talks, even how she dresses! She's trying so hard to be the center of attention when no one gives a shit about her, except for Jane, Clockwork, and Nina."

"Of course...." Eboni rolls her eyes. "Trash sticks with trash after all."

"Damn right. Also, I think Masky is Taylor's bitch."

Eboni raises a brow, tilting her head. "What makes you say that?"

"A few night ago, I got up to get some water- and as I'm walking back to my room, the fucker comes out of her room limping down the fucking stairs with a spent look on his face! His brains were so fucked out he didn't even know I was there! I had to run to my room to laugh my ass off." Jeff exclaims, laughing loudly.

Eboni breaks out into a fit of laughter as well. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't care that Masky enjoys taking it up the ass - but it's the fact he tries so hard to appear in control when in reality he's just as submissive, maybe even worse.

"Well, isn't that something."

"Yeah. What a odd fucking dynamic." Jeff shrugs, resting his head back against Eboni's lap.

He could really go for a nap, but that is interrupted by the door to the white room opening. Slenderman looks at the two, a shadow of his face showing his eyebrow raised if he had any - but then flattens into a neutral expression.

"Jeff. You're needed to help set the decorations for the New years event."

"Don't you got taller fuckers to do that? Like laughing Jack or candy pop? Maybe even Jason?"

"They're out on missions. You, BEN, and Kate can handle it. Now come." Slenderman explains, leaving no room for discussion.

The smiling killer grumbles more curses as he stands, leaning down to steal a quick kiss from his girl. "Behave."

"Yes, Jeff." She smiles, watching him leave. Once he's gone, the girl frowns at the fact that Slenderman is still there.

"I believe it's about time we have a civilized conversation, Eboni."

"Mhm." Is all Eboni says, staring at the white wall in front of her.

The faceless creature sighs heavily, running his hand down his face. "Alright....you've been on your best behavior. That is much appreciated, so for that, I will send someone to let you out tomorrow night of the New Year's event."

"Mhm....what do you want? My gratitude? Want me to apologize for nearly killing her? No, thank you. You locked Jeff away in here, too....when I needed him most..." Eboni grumbles, remembering Jeff's words to behave. "I have nothing else to say to you now."

Slenderman stares at Eboni for a moment, walking into the room and standing in front of the girl. "Your mother was one of a kind. I tried to offer her a new life, but Zalgo took any chance I could give. Your mother chose your father. I was alright with that, but I knew her life wouldn't last long. Zalgo has been a thorn in my side since the moment he crawled out of hell. I want him gone just as much as you do, but you have to cooperate. I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that you'll only obey Jeffery. I will tolerate it. I keep Jeffery in line. He keeps you in line. It was a rather troublesome pill to swallow, but I will admit that he has become more tolerable since you arrived. Keep it that way, follow my rules, and I will stay out of your hair. Do you understand Eboni Brown?"

Eboni looks up at him, having gotten used to his radioactive nature. "Yeah... whatever."

"Mhm....In the middle of February, I will be sending you on your first mission with Jeffrey & two others to company you. It's about time you and Jeffery learn a bit of teamwork." And with that slenderman leaves, shutting the door behind him - the locking sound echoing.

And now it's the day of the New years party. Slenderman, of course, left to handle some business, when really he would rather not be around drunk young adults doing god knows what. He allows his proxies to throw parties every once in a while. They deserve it after working so hard under him. Of course, he has a few trusted proxies to oversea, making sure things don't get out of hand - one of them being Kate.

Things are already pretty lively. Jeff is waiting for Eboni to come, wanting to see her throw it back on him a few times. He sighs heavily, the music helping feed the buzz of his already alcoholic filled mind.

"Fuck...a lap dance would be nice right now..."

"I'd have to agree..." Eyeless Jack said mindlessly, taking a shot of liquor.

He motions his head to look at Ani, his gaze lingering down her body as he watches her dance with Lulu to the music. Jeff notices, grinning a bit. "Still not gonna make a move?"

EJ tenses, throwing his head back in frustration. "You already know the answer to that."

Jeff rolls his eyes. "You seriously need to drop your moral code. I get it....you swore to never forget her, but trying new things out with someone doesn't mean you'll forget her E." The smiling killer tried to reason.

EJ raises a brow, grinning. "When did you get so sophisticated about romance?"

Jeff rolls his eyes again, shoving him. "Fuck you. This is a damn party. Let's drop this shit and get drunk off our ass!"

And so they did, BEN joining in and betting who could drink the most vodka. Jeff won, but now he's too intoxicated to process who's even talking to him. He doesn't really care. He's just glad to be able to get this drunk. The smiling killer enjoys the feeling for some reason. It gives him a bliss that drugs do for BEN.

No one really bothers Jeff when he's in this state, all but one. Nina would always make advances towards Jeff during any party, but someone would always be there to stop it from getting too far. Luckily for Nina, Kate isn't anywhere in sight.

This isn't like Nina. She would never force herself onto Jeff, going as far as to lace one of his many drinks - but she's desperate. Nina never once thought Jeff would grow found of someone, let alone a target he was supposed to kill. In her mind, she always thought she had a chance - no matter how many times the obsession of her life voiced his hatred towards her.

With these thoughts in mind, she presses herself against Jeff - cornering him. The male is out of it to even push her off - he doesn't even know who's against him. Nina grins, rubbing herself against him and moving onto her toes to reach his lips.

"Jeff...please...just for one night.."

"Eh?...who the-"

The killer is cut off by Nina's lips slamming against his. She's in control, Jeff still not registering what's taking place. She forces her tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste she's be aching to savor. This is how it's supposed to be. She gave up her life, her identity, her sanity, her entire being just to be with Jeff- so if she has to take him by force, so be it.

Meanwhile, Kate walks to the white room- sighing. She isn't sure why Slenderman allows his two most chaotic, disobeying, rebellious proxies stay together. She has to admit, Jeff has become more....tolerable- granted, if anyone so much looks at Eboni the wrong way, they're met with his fist to their face. Whatever Slenderman is thinking, she'll trust in his judgment like she always has.

Kate opens the door, not speaking to Eboni. She motions for the girl to follow her after removing the shock collar from her neck. Though her restraints were released awhile ago, Slenderman thought it'll be best to keep the collar on for insurance purposes.

Eboni follows, keeping a few feet of distance between them. Eboni felt sorry for most of the proxies here. They seem to have no other place to go, so Slenderman used that to his advantage - offering shelter and other means for the price of serving him for the rest of their lifetimes. Some don't mind, just going with the flow of things - others regret it yet not having the courage to voice it.

Puppets. They're all still his puppets.

Yet both her & Jeff will never turn into his mindless slaves, batting on Slenderman's every word - fighting to kiss his shoes, craving his 'fatherly' love & attention. All Jeff & Eboni needs are each other.

And yet....that's put into question the moment Eboni catches sight of Jeff & Nina in a full-blown make-out session.

[alj4890]

The Green-Eyed Monster

(Ethan Ramsey x OC* Sophie Triano) in a Choices Open Heart drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge: with the prompt: a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

Rating: PG for some language and heated fluff

A/N thanks @hopelessromantic1352 for choosing the couple for this kiss prompt 😂 It let me delve more into exploring how these two would react when jealous.

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The windows of Leland Bloom's mansion sparkled in the darkness. Lights all along the bottom floor glowed, beckoning one to join in on the festivities currently underway. Couples mingled outside as they slowly made their way into the stately home.

Sophie was more than looking forward to attending the event. It was the first time she was going as Ethan's date. She'd met some of the doctors he worked with at Donahue's, but tonight marked the point where she was being officially shown off as his significant other.

Ethan wasn't particularly looking forward to going, even with the pleasure of Sophie's company. He barely tolerated Leland Bloom and to be stuck for evening in the man's home was too much to contemplate.

Sophie squeezed his arm as they ascended the front steps.

He glanced down at her in question.

"I'm excited." She whispered.

"Over what?"

"Everything!" She smiled up at him. "Being with you, this party, seeing how billionaires spend their money."

Ethan snorted. "I don't know about the last two, but it is nice to spend an evening with you."

She beamed at him. "We've been working so many late nights lately." She rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I've missed you."

Ethan slipped his arm around her, drawing her close. "I'm willing to take you back to my place and make up for all the absences."

Sophie's smile turned sultry. "I'm going to hold you to that."

Her eyes traveled down his body. "But first, I'm ready to see what an Edenbrook party is like."

Ethan rolled his eyes as he followed her inside. "Trust me. It isn't anything special."

"I'll be the judge of that." She teased.

Her eyes darted here and there, taking in everything.

"Should we go to the bar or the buffet first?" He asked.

Sophie snorted softly at the sound of resignation in his voice.

"The bar. Something tells me you're going to need something to help you get through the next few hours."

Ethan's lips curved.

"You know me so well."

Sophie tugged him into a quick kiss.

Ethan's hands lingered on her waist.

"Any chance you're willing to leave now and continue to do that?" He asked.

"At least give me a minute to check out his desserts. I'm curious to see who he got to cater this event." She looped her arms loosely around his neck. "Plus you deserve a drink or two."

"Three." Ethan groaned when he caught sight of their host.

"Ah, Dr. Ramsey." Leland greeted, while looking solely upon Sophie. "Glad you could make it."

"Leland." Ethan managed to keep his tone even.

"And who is this?"

"This is Sophie Triano." Ethan kept his arm around her waist, letting the man see she wasn't just some mere date.

She smiled warmly at the elderly man and held her hand out while complimenting his home.

Leland's own smile twinkled as he shook it. "I shouldn't be as delighted to meet you as I am after your refusal."

Sophie's eyebrow raised in question.

"My Caroline was hoping for your desserts to grace our tables, but your manager denied us such a pleasure, no matter how much money I offered."

"It's spring." Sophie explained. "The wedding season is starting earlier than usual. I couldn't drop those orders to cater your party at the last minute."

"If you'd been told the price I offered, you would have." Leland needled. "Think of the business you would have gained doing so."

Sophie shook her head with a smile. She was determined not to be intimidated.

"Mr. Bloom, as a business man, you know that the one way to lose money is by alienating your clients by breaking your word. I'm not about to anger the clientele I am cultivating for a quick cash grab nor ruin the reputation Veronica and I have in the pastry business. People know that when they order anything from us that they will not only get it on time but will also be given the best of what we can do."

Ethan couldn't have been more pleased with Sophie's ability to fluster the old man.

"You would have gained even more business tonight." Leland argued, waving about the room. "My guests are the type who wish to wow people at parties and your desserts would have been part of that."

Sophie shrugged. "Then that's a loss I'll have to deal with. For now though, I'm going to enjoy being one of the guests you intend to wow."

Leland reluctantly smiled at her. "Then I insist on you giving your opinion later about the pastry chef I had to settle on after your refusal."

He glanced at Ethan. "Enjoy yourselves. I see some other guests I must greet."

Sophie sagged against Ethan once Leland left them alone.

"I've never wished for Terry's intimidating presence more so than just then." She said of her bakery manager. "This is why I stay in the back room working on cakes."

Ethan tilted her chin up. The back of his fingers caressed her cheek. He was about to say how impressed he was with her standing up to Leland, only to be interrupted by someone else.

"Ethan!" Harper exclaimed. "I thought you weren't coming tonight."

Her eyes narrowed slightly on the couple before her.

"Sophie insisted." Ethan chuckled when she nudged him with her elbow.

"Really?" Harper's eyebrows raised. "I'm impressed. I don't know too many people who can change his mind."

"It wasn't easy." Sophie teased, smiling up at him.

"True, but you knew how to end my argument by walking out in that dress." He squeezed her waist.

Harper managed to keep smiling. "That was the only way I ever got him to go along with my plans."

Sophie stiffened somewhat. She was unaware of Ethan's past with this particular doctor.

"Remember our first year at the medical conference in Miami?" Harper's smile turned flirty. "You refused to go out until I wore that little red dress."

Ethan shook his head with a smile. "That wasn't why I went. It was either you or staying and listening to Fawkes go on and on about that new bladder procedure he'd heard about."

Harper winked at him. "I think we both know my red dress made that night better."

Sophie was livid as the two reminisced some more. No one would have known though by the pleasant expression on her face.

"I'm so glad you're here. There is someone I want you to meet that I think could use our help. I can't find Chris and Tobias, but I believe this woman's son needs to be seen by our team." Harper refocused on Sophie. "You don't mind my stealing Ethan away for a little while, do you?"

Sophie shook her head. She didn't trust her voice to give an answer.

Ethan promised to find her soon as Harper slipped her arm in the bend of his.

Determined not to stand there sulking, Sophie walked over to the buffet tables. Grabbing a plate, she dropped various treats upon it.

"Easy there." A familiar voice teased. "If anyone should know that presentation is part of enjoying what you eat, then it should be the top graduate of our class."

Sophie whirled around. "Blake!"

"Sophie!" He responded with a smile.

"You're the caterer for this party?"

"I am." He added a few more desserts to her plate for her to try. "If I'd have known you would be here I would have gone above and beyond with my menu."

She chuckled, relieved to see a friendly face. "Trust me, I know how excellent your skills are."

The two fell into a conversation about what they'd been doing the last few years.

"So how did you get invited to this?" Blake teased. "I thought our kind only worked these types of parties."

"I'm dating one of the doctors at Leland Bloom's hospital." Sophie pointed Ethan out.

A slight frown firmed on her lips to still see Harper's hand tucked within the bend of Ethan's arm.

"Speaking of dates," Blake nodded to the other side of the room, "Vince is here."

Sophie's head jerked around to see one of her exes.

"Of course he'd be here." She grumbled.

Her night couldn't get any worse.

"I have to get back to work." Blake patted her shoulder. "I'll see you when I'm released from the kitchens."

"Have fun." She called out when he hurried off.

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As Ethan listened to the various symptoms the woman noticed her teenage son having, his attention drifted over to Sophie. He'd seen her smile and talk with another chef. The two apparently knew one another well.

He'd also noticed she did not seem as happy as she'd been when they first arrived. He had a feeling he knew the reason why, but there was little he could do about it now.

He wasn't certain why Harper enjoyed bringing up their past as much as she did. He was used to Chris and Tobias's eye rolls whenever his ex brought up memories of their time together. Chris even pointed out one day when they were alone that she thought Harper might do this in an attempt to make him want to get back together with her.

He eased his arm out from Harper's hand as he realized that the lingering touch might give everyone the wrong idea.

There was only one woman he was here with and Harper wasn't her.

His attention drifted once more to check on Sophie. He felt his body stiffen at the sight of a ridiculously handsome man standing before her. The stranger took Sophie's plate out of her hand, set it down, and grasped her hand in his as he led her into another room.

Ethan had to lean somewhat away from the group he was standing with to see into the next room. A band had been set up there for couples to dance to. In the crowd, he noticed Chris and Tobias lost in each other and swaying to a slow song.

He frowned at the sight of them. If they hadn't decided to spend this party dancing, they could have been found by Harper and dealt with this while he was able to be with Sophie.

He then saw the strange man pull Sophie into his arms for a dance. Ethan could feel the sexual tension between them from here. His eyes narrowed upon the man's fingers moving along Sophie's back. The two were talking, with Sophie turning and pointing towards Ethan.

The two men locked eyes, each not bothering to hide their instant dislike of the other.

"What do you think?" Harper touched Ethan's arm again to get his attention.

"What?" Ethan snapped his eyes back towards her and the very concerned mother. "I think you should bring your son to our office first thing in the morning so we can do a full examination. We should be able to pinpoint what is causing these erratic symptoms."

He excused himself, telling Harper to make the plans. With his long legged strides, he made his way into the next room.

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Sophie knew it was foolish to agree to anything Vince suggested. After all, she had been the one to end things with him. But seeing Ethan and Harper together made her want a little revenge of her own. She hadn't realized how deep her feelings towards the doctor ran until she saw him with what was clearly an ex girlfriend of his.

After Vince bragged on his robotics skills being the one to make the cute little robots at Edenbrook, he'd convinced her to dance with him.

"If the man you're with can't take the time to dance with you," he'd argued, "then he'll have to deal with the consequences of someone else taking his place."

She knew though that Ethan had not left her to simply be with other people. He was genuinely trying to help someone. She couldn't stay angry over that.

But I can over Harper, she reminded herself.

"You're really into this doctor, aren't you?" Vince pressed her closer.

"I am." Sophie replied, pulling back a respectable distance.

"Even though he has been standing over there with some other woman hanging not only on his every word, but also onto his arm?"

Sophie stiffened. "Yes."

"You're not the same woman I knew." Vince observed. "There is no way you'd have let me get away with that type of behavior."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "That's because you liked having other women hanging onto you and your every word."

"So this Evan--"

"Ethan." She corrected.

"Ethan isn't the same? There isn't a man here who doesn't like his ego stroked." Vince argued.

"Ethan doesn't need his ego stroked." She snapped. "He's a man who is confident in all he does. He doesn't need validation from anyone."

"Doesn't he?" Vince noticed the angry doctor storming into the room.

Ethan certainly looked like a man who needed his confidence in Sophie returned.

Finding the pair on the dance floor, Ethan made his way over to cut in.

He was having a difficult time squeezing through the couples.

Vince decided to try a little experiment. After all, Sophie couldn't have been dating him long if her jealous reaction was anything to go by. He wondered if Ethan felt just as strongly.

Before Sophie could react, he captured her lips in a tender kiss.

She shoved him away from her in angry shock.

"What the hell Vince?!" Her chest heaved in an attempt to calm down.

He held his hands up to both ward her off and in surrender.

"I couldn't let this moment pass us by, Soph." He admitted. "You know I want you back. I have for years now."

"I don't want you." She bit out.

Vince smiled sadly at her. "Then that's my cue to leave and plan for another chance."

"There isn't going to be another chance." She huffed, folding her arms and looking away from him.

"There's always a chance." Vince directed that towards the man standing directly behind her. "Just remember that."

He left, grinning over what he'd noticed.

Ethan Ramsey was beyond livid and also terrified.

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Ethan prided himself on many things. One was that he was a man who rarely overreacted in relationships. Another was that he learned from his mistakes.

Given how much he went through with Chris Valentine, he learned to never waste a moment if he were to ever fall in love with someone else. It was why he'd been upfront and as transparent as he could be with Sophie.

Yet seeing her with this Vince had shaken him beyond what he believed he should have felt at this stage of their relationship. They'd only been together a few months and here he was, completely angry over the thought of someone stealing her away from him.

He'd already endured something similar in watching Chris fall in love with Tobias. He'd be damned if he was going to watch it happen with Sophie.

Ethan intended on cutting in on her dance with Vince. All his plans crashed around him the moment the man kissed her. He felt his world shift at the sight. He'd become immobile, unable to comprehend that this could possibly be the end of him and Sophie.

Then Sophie's almost violent reaction to Vince gave Ethan the flicker of hope he needed.

The moment Vince walked off, Sophie took a step back, intending to leave the dance floor and find a place to calm down.

She encountered a familiar hard surface.

She turned to find Ethan directly behind her.

With muscle spasming in his jaw, he grasped her hand and took her through a set of glass double doors that led outside.

The cool Boston air had a slight bite to it, helping them both deal quietly with their heated emotions.

Sophie's shivers caused Ethan to pull her within his arms.

She snuggled closer for both his warmth and to remind herself that he was hers.

"Ethan?" She said softly.

"Yes?"

"You and Harper were more than coworkers, weren't you?"

"We were." He closed his eyes, dropping his cheek against her head. "It was a long time ago."

"I see." Sophie mumbled.

"There's nothing there." He added. "No feelings at all other than respect and friendship."

"On your side, perhaps." Sophie grumbled.

Ethan tightened his arms around her. "That's all it will ever be between me and Harper."

His eyes narrowed when he caught another glimpse of Vince through the windows.

"You and Vince?"

"He's an ex of mine." Sophie explained. "We broke up years ago."

"And that kiss?" Ethan bit out.

Sophie raised her head to look up at him.

"Didn't mean anything to me." She responded.

Ethan slammed his mouth against hers. He was shocked with the need he had to prove that what she said was right. He also felt the need to make this kiss mean something to her.

Knowing he should ease up, he was unable to make his body do so. His lips and tongue were determined to draw moans from her and wouldn't stop until they did so.

Sophie wallowed in the passion of his response to seeing someone else want her. She threaded her fingers in his hair and gave back as good as she got. It both eased her heart and thrilled her that he reacted the same way she did when thinking about him with Harper.

"Ethan." She moaned as his mouth moved along her bare shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

His lips captured hers once more in a long, deep kiss.

"Please." She whispered, eyes meeting his in the soft light of a nearby sconce. "Take me home and make love to me."

He moaned her name with one more kiss. Ethan then kept his arm around her as they quickly made their exit.

[tiredassmage]

What happened after the mission that got Leo's unit killed that he embarrassed Vorza so much?

In my own thinking about what would warrant such a punishment, I very much got vibes like that of what happened when Weiss snapped at the Beacon fundraiser/charity gala in Atlas in Volume 4 of RWBY. But idk. That's just my thoughts.

Damn, I do miss this guy. Okay, this will also be beneficial for me to actually write down because I... haven't done that yet, lmao. And I'm starting to forget who I might've ever clarified it with.

Leo's falling out with his father after the deployment is... Well, I mean, yes, about how their relationship has really never been a positive one, and it boils down to a lot of the same that Leo has always butted heads with him on: Vorza's expectations of him and who he was to be were a lot different than what Leo wanted. Unfortunately I'm not familiar with RWBY to confirm or deny if that's it from experience, but I'll try to walk us through it and y'all can tell me. xD

What Vorza tells him to shape up about it is, in short, an "attitude" problem. It's that Leo doesn't let go of the fact that he disagreed with the orders that got his unit killed. It's that he loudly puts blame on the Sith that was leading them that day and that he gets in his commanding officer's face about getting a lot of men killed. Now, his CO might have brushed off some of it on his own physical and mental recovery from the fighting, but a Sith's a lot more unlikely to tolerate continued insubordination of that nature, and Leo wasn't in a state that was likely to get any quieter about it without a sharp intervention.

So, Vorza, somewhat begrudgingly, I imagine, intervened to get Leo's injuries actually treated - hence the cybernetics. But Vorza's concern isn't Leo's well-being, it's how his loud mouth will reflect on the family reputation if he doesn't cool jets, and quickly. The only reason Vorza doesn't want to see Leo court-martialed for his actions is the irreparable damage Vorza worries about for his own position and the status of the family. Leo's following deployment to Begeren, then, is... just as much punishment, you could say, as it is "get your act together or you better hope someone else cleans your chrono about it before I do." It's for appearances' sake, really. If Leo can complete another tour of duty without tarnishing his record further, Vorza can deal with his son's attitude afterward more quietly and out of public attention.

In short then, what happened after the mission is Leo reacted to the trauma of losing his entire unit, of being ordered into a situation his gut told him was too dangerous, and then being proven right. Part of what haunts him still about that experience is not speaking up sooner, of not making that fuss when they were still alive to rebuke orders. Maybe it would've been a death sentence either way with a temperamental, hotblooded young Sith at their lead, but if enough of them had agreed to speak up together, maybe... maybe things would be different. It's one of the things that feeds Leo's impression of himself as selfish, and far more motivated by self-preservation than an interest in larger, grand ideals.

But he'll never know now. Those men are dead. And while he still had enough heat in him left to snap at Vorza about his attitude problem for a moment, he... ultimately felt locked up again by the lack of real choice in the matter. Leo wasn't looking to get himself killed - not that day, and not afterwards in proceedings or on a Sith's blade, either. And it was what he "owed" for Vorza so kindly (sarcasm detected) stepping in to help with his physical treatments afterward. Vorza's position and the family's status are the only things that bought him the kind of recovery time and treatment methods he was afforded, rather than being lost more in the shuffle of reassignments and possibly not redeployed at all - or redeployed faster than might've been... healthy, if you will. What Vorza frames it as is a chance to keep some honor, but what it really is between him and Leo is a demand to not fuck something up even further, and a promise that the slight won't be forgotten regardless.

[ruthlesslistener]

I still remember how one time someone asked you to respect other people's headcanons, and immediately you went on a rant. I don't think that anon meant to... convince you to like that ship or to change your headcanons. They were saying exactly as it is. So I can understand why some are starting to see you as an arrogant fighter when answering asks. Will you blow up on this simple ask? Will you make fun of some anon for "having no reading compression" because they didn't go full into crazy details? It feels like that unless some ask fully agrees with you, there's a chance of you coming off as a jerk in some way.

Tone: deeply frustrated, but calm

So this IS about the adult Ghost discourse. Well that's because I wasn't replying with the intent to rant, I was explaining my take on it (and was admittedly probably very bitter about it because the misunderstandings were deeply frustrating me)- which I already explained to you earlier was something I just do by default. Can't remember which exact post it was either, but I believe it was also condescending as hell because I do respect other's headcanons most of the time, but this came after I had already stated that I was without any context for adult ghost prior to the incident with the exception of pornography, which negtively tinted my views on it pretty hard. So I had to add that context in there, because it deeply skewed how I engaged with the concept, and also I'm pretty sure that I stated it was personal preference already and that I didn't want to engage with it, but people were still saying that. Remember that food metaphor I made earlier? That's where I think the misunderstanding is coming from- I clearly stated my opinions on it because to me, it's as simple as not liking pie, but because I forgot that other people don't have that same view of fanon, it came off like a moral judgement. In which case I have to state again: it's not that deep for me.

As for losing my temper, yeah I did during the heat of that ask bombardment. But I mean, you gotta understand that this was one event where I responded ineloquently, with zero context for what I was talking about, and got a whole slew of comments by people who jumped the gun to conclusions about what I thought that I didn't say at all. That's deeply frustrating! And I'm really fucking bad about regulating my emotions bc of the afformentioned autism, so that frustration carried over into my posts, probably doubly so because I just write plainly without tone tags. Then when more asks that missed the point of what I was saying rolled in, I got even MORE frustrated. Because it was clear that my point wasn't being made, and it made me more and more upset- hence the 'no reading comprehension' gripes, bc I thought I was speaking clearly but people were responding with things I didn't say. Like, even now, I'm not angry- I'm frustrated and upset because I thought I was getting better at this whole social thing, but clearly not. Also, for context, the people who replied 'no reading comprehension' are those who either picked up on what I was saying, or are those I went to for help because I didn't know where I was going wrong.

Though I have to ask, anon- why not block me? You clearly seem to have some sort of problem with me, or at least with reading me properly, and I genuinely don't want you to continue to get raised hackles because of my social ineptitude fucking things over. I'm not some kind of social bitch who uses status to push people around, and the thought that I might inadvertently be doing that has honestly made me want to delete my blog and start over (though I probably won't bc I hate change). I'm not a professional. This is something I do in my free time with the few friends I have because it's a special interest, and no more. There's really no obligation for you to tolerate me if you don't like me, or can't read my tone- just block me. It'll get me off your feed and prevent you from having to deal with me, because while I'll try to get better with my tone, I don't think I can change my brain chemistry to be any better at knowing what people want from me or how to respond in a way that doesn't seem inflamatory. Because I genuinely don't know what to do.

[midnightscxre]

Rules

MUN is 27 years old (she/her), so this blog will not interact with people younger than 21. 21+ ONLY, minors do not interact.

 This blog is selective and mutuals only.

I am friendly, always open to gush over our characters however due to the past experience I want to state that any form of inappropriate behavior such as: being flirty toward the MUN, getting too personal with asking the information about my private life and comparing me with any of my muses will result in INSTAT BLOCK. This is fiction, muse does not equal mun, and I have no intention to make anything but role play partners and friends here. I am a taken woman and will not tolerate anything that makes me feel uncomfortable. 

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DO NOT use me as a ' resource blog ' for new followers, meaning: if we became mutuals and didn't establish no interaction, don't scroll through my blog adding everyone you see on sight. I welcome my followers becoming mutuals, however, if you plan to make me a 'springboard' for new followers, I will block you on sight.

Using me for my male characters will not slide. It will lead to me losing interest and  dropping the tread. It happened a few times and I am just tired of it. This includes 'half-assing' the threads while giving the best for the females, focusing just on the ship where I play the male and obviously neglecting the ship where you play the male. I have twice as many male characters than female, but I love my girls just as much. Fair play is something I highly appreciate.

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[askvariance]

for honestly like. as many guys as you want: 12. How does your oc handle talking to somebody they can’t stand? What if it’s a situation where they’re forced to work with this person? [first thought was nickle, then casey, then veto, and then i realized this is a good question for literally everyone]

lets GO

CASEY: 1) They don't. Silence. No eye contact. If forced to work together, they try to focus on the task at hand and stick to the facts. Or 2) It's Octave, and they get really heated arguing over the way things actually are. Complaining. Loudly announcing how terrible things are. Asking frequent questions and objecting to risks. Trying to stick to the rules. Agitated over the lack of regard for the rules. Much more likely to actually use sarcasm or say rude things. Ironically, emotes and expresses strong opinions more than usual.

NICKLE: Tries to get along with them. Nickle doesn't dismiss anyone as beyond worthy of their friendship, even if they have a hard time being around them. They will feel guilty about it. Passive aggressive, overly helpful, tries to find common ground. The exception is if this person has threatened or harmed the people they love, at which point Nickle switches to hating them. Then: Murder smiles. Little comments that are meant to get under their skin. Will try to intimidate them. Watches them constantly to keep them in line.

OCTAVE: Absolute asshole. Constant threats and snapping. Will demand you keep your mouth shut when they aren't threatening to kill you. They don't believe that they need anyone else, and they're willing to do three times as much work if someone walks out on them. Either you work around them or get out. Will also show that they're better at what they do at all costs. Has a special little violent loathing reserved just for people who (in Octave's opinion) think they're smarter than they are. (Has a special little thing where they despise, provoke, intimidate, and casually fuck with Casey. Threw a knife near their head whenever they came into a room to make them jump. Was banned from throwing knives at them and given a stress ball. Started throwing the stress ball near their head instead and got the exact same reaction.)

VETO: Generally doesn't seem fazed. They deal with plenty of shitheads on the internet. The pragmatism of "I'll work with someone I hate" and the mastermind act sometimes reveals something a lot pettier. Veto will treat anyone as a rival, so long as their own position is secure. Tries to get a power position, makes sure that they are either equal to or slightly in charge of the threat.

BLITZ: Still polite. Sometimes even friendly. May be cold and hostile, or even outright threatening, if it's the right person. Keeps their distance.

DEAD EYES (bonus): 1) Acts polite, but makes little comments that make it clear they don't respect them (K-Com). Wants to seem like their hands are clean. 2) OR it's Mav. They hate Mav. Genuinely irritated by this awful guy. Hates er attitude, hates er voice, hates er awful car. Can be seen visibly trying not to lose their patience. Trying not to get pulled into interactions (and Mav knows it). The "just ignore them" philosophy at work, which is to say not working. Completely willing to shoot them when they can get away with it. Acts above it all.

VYE: Doesn't respond directly or immediately. Doesn't even seem to mind. She likes it. May get a little obsessed with you. May also ignore you and just arrange your death. Expect to be used to further her ambitions and to get so many incredibly personal provocative remarks. It takes a lot to get this reaction from her.

OGRE: Fumes. Can't wait to crush their little head. Hates them so obviously but isn't allowed to kill them. May do so anyways.

GLOAM: Very clearly doesn't like them, but won't try to hurt them. Will probably still save their life.

FRISS: Snaps, gets rude and pushy. She doesn't take disrespect and will not let you argue with her expertise. Tolerates you only so the job gets done. Will call your manager. Will take you to court. Will shoot you.

BIGGUNS: Threatens to break your arm.

KOR: Glares. Attitude. Doesn't pretend to be nice. Will not hurt you unless you deserve it, will generally not engage in hostile behavior if kors commanding officers disapprove. Kind of hard to distinguish between this and how kor usually treats people.

DIANIDA: Used to it. Just files you as someone she'll have to pressure into cooperating and moves on.

KYU-AR: Nervous, quiet, tries not to engage. May hide behind someone else.

STYX: Tries to keep things a friendly, but starts losing patience visibly. Some comments slip out. Will hold their ground if challenged directly.

ACEL: Generally goes flat. Expects to be disrespected, treated as subordinate. Will not start confrontations and will allow someone else to act like they can push them around, but the look in their eyes makes it clear they're planning a mutiny.

HUBBLE: Cold professionalism. Most of the people Hubble can't stand are people Hubble will actively wish dead. May be calculating how to get there. Will not let it get in the way of work.

TESSERATE: Indistinguishable from how they talk to anyone else.

MAV: BORING! Bar, shoot that guy!

K-Com: Sticks to procedure. Just hates their job a little more.

CAPRI: Acts out. Annoys them, refuses to cooperate. Or just reminds them where they stand.

[doctorguilty]

Mm

It's hot and humid today which ordinarily would be a relief to me after all the cold weather but after having such a rough time, I'm still like in body recovery mode and not fully hydrated, so as I was saying before the dryer blasting on high heat, as it is doing right now, to raise the temp is really not helping me feel better because I'm sweating and losing water as I'm trying to like gain it back and I would ordinarily try a hot compress for my head but I don't think I can tolerate it right now, this really truly was the last thing I needed and since they put a second laundry load in theres gonna be a round 2, I can't even fall asleep because of the pain and like discomfort of feeling overheated + dehydrated, ideally I think resting in like a cool, quiet room would be, yknow, the optimal thing to do but that is a luxurious option I simply do not have in this house

Truly miserable I've just been on my phone for hours like doing basically nothing just hoping I'll become bored enough to fall asleep but then everyone came home and the Horrors began