#honestly straight up nothing comes to mind when i try to think of rules

[discordarchitect]

honestly, i would love to read that?

[chatterbox-73]

Smut book 2024.

After hours.

Tenya Iida x fem!Reader.

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is a request and I honestly love it… I’m a total sucker for Iida… I hope I did it justice.😅

@123344myah

Also I’ve changed the name of a certain phone app because firstly I kinda don’t think they’d have SC in the mha universe, secondly don’t think I should be using TM names and finally why the heck not…😁 Pictalk = SC. (I know real creative..😂)

Pictures is edited be me… it’s been sitting in my gallery for some time, waiting for the right chance to be used. (Original unedited manga panel from ‘tada no renai nanka de kikkonai’)

Summary: you sneak into Iida’s dorm room for some after hours funny and getting caught is the last thing on your mind.

Word count: 4.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (f!Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sexting, sending nudes, rough sex, missionary and doggy, teasing, pet names, pleasure dom!Iida, spanking, slight degradation and swearing. (All characters are aged up)

You sat at the small floor table in the middle of your boyfriend’s dorm room, you watched intently as the man sitting across from you wrote large and seemingly unending paragraphs, while your own workbook remanded bare. The man looked up from his page to you with a curious look, “is something the matter?” He asked looking down at your book noticing it’s emptiness, while focused on your book you leant over and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips, “I just need to do that, I couldn’t focus until I got a taste” you smiled and licked your lips, the man looked at you with shock before sitting back and resting on his palm, “you know I’ll need payback now” Iida spoke as he look at you lips that had your lipstick smeared over them.

Tenya iida was such a reliable and caring boyfriend, he always took such good care of you and expected nothing in return, however he has always been quite prideful and this has resulted in him frequently trying to get even, it doesn’t matter how small the incident, he’s incredibly petty but you honestly love it about him, though you probably wouldn’t say it. Tenya often gets quite embarrassed by affection and will almost always shy away from it, but in small moments the man will soothe and comfort you.

You’re broken from your thoughts as you feel Iida’s callus thumb rub over your bottom lip, he wiped away the smudged lipstick before holding your chin and leaning in, however just before your lips had a chance to touch Iida’s dorm room door open suddenly, you both jumped away from each other and looked to the door, “now I’m certain there’s a ‘open door’ rule for when you’re studying with girls…” aizawa sighed as he looked at Iida with a tired expression. “Yes, I now remember that rule being mentioned, once or twice” Iida looked to you and all you could do was snicker, “yep, sounds about right” you cough out as you begin gathering your books and stationary from the table, you stood and quickly left the room with all your belongings, as you exited the room you heard Aizawa tell Iida it was lights out, before you could run off however the teacher stopped you, “straight to your dorm room… and no coming back here, study is over it’s lights out” he closed Iida’s door and turned to look at you, you nod “I haven’t had a chance to bathe, can I do that before I go to sleep?” You asked and the man sighs, it didn’t take a fortune teller to guess what you’d try and do, but Aizawa figured he should give you the benefit of the doubt, he should trust you, “fine… you can bathe, but no funny business… not tonight” he huffed and walked away muttering something about an argument between Midoriya and Bakugo.

You got back into your dorm room and packed away all your books and stationary before grabbing your bath bag, night clothes and towel, before making the trip to the bathroom. Getting into the bathroom you pulled out your phone and placed it on the side of the bathtub while you turned on the water waiting for the tub to fill, as you waited you undressed and began scrubbing your body at one of the washing stations, as you finished the bath water was full and you settled in.

You leaned your head back with your eyes closed for quite sometime before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it, watching random videos before a Pictalk notification popped in the top corner of your screen, clicking it a picture of a dark room with the caption that read

‘how much trouble did you get in?’

You smiled and snapped a picture of the steamy bathroom mirror and captioned it with.

‘None really… just a “don’t come back here, study is over >:(“‘

You chuckled and pulled yourself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub still allowing your legs to soak, another notification popped up and you clicked into it. It was of Iida’s neatly made bed.

‘Haha… you’re only bathing now?’

You smiled and shook your head, before taking a picture of your bare legs resting in the water.

‘Yeah, someone kept me busy with studying’

You watched the speech bubble in the messages pop up before disappearing and reappearing several times before finally you received a picture response, this picture was of Iida pulling a playful frown.

‘Are you trying to start something?’

You laughed at his expression before stepping out of the bath and emptying the water, as the bath drained you walked over to the mirror and wiped away a little of the steam, only leaving enough to cover below your hips, you stood in front of the mirror and covered a hand over your breasts before smiling and taking a picture, you send the picture with the caption.

‘start something? But I’m a good girl’

You waited patiently for Iida’s response while you dried yourself, then came in the next picture, Iida had also sent a picture of him standing in his mirror shirtless and one hand resting over his clothes crotch. The picture was captioned.

‘You’re testing my patience baby’

You smiled and wondered how far you could take this before one of you got impatient, though the way things are going anyone else would think Iida was moments away from giving in but that just wasn’t the case and the both of you knew it, you wipe down the rest of the mirror before sitting back on the ground and open your legs, you rubbed two fingers over your entrance before sliding them in, you took a picture of yourself through the mirror, with your best ‘O’ face and the caption.

‘So warm and wet…’

You waited and as you did your fingers worked in and out of you before moving to rubbed your clit, moaning you almost didn’t hear your phone chime, opening the picture you blushed and chuckled as you saw Iida’s long and thick member on the screen, he only have two fingers wrapped around the base, this time no caption was with the picture. However a voice note was sent moments later.

“I bet that pussy is nice and ready, you always are”

You heard the chuckle and groan in his voice and you knew exactly what he was doing while sending that voice note, you sent back a voice note.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”

Iida knew exactly what you were asking but instead all you got back was nothing, no voice note, no picture, not even a message, you scrambled to get dressed in your night clothes and grabbed your belongings. You walk down to the laundry room and put your clothes and towel in the washing machine, and left your bath bag next to the machine you were using, after this you wasted no time going to Iida’s dorm room.

You opened the door and walked in, the room was dark and as you looked towards Iida’s bed you noticed he was laying back with his blanket over him, he was fully dress in his goofy pyjamas, he looked as though he wasn’t just sending you dirty messages, “Tenya… Tenya you need to be awake” you whispered and walked over to him, you knew he wasn’t asleep, you had seen him sleep plenty of times so you knew he was awake, “Tenya sit up and take care of me” you whined as you grabbed at his pyjama top, the man chuckled as he sat up and looked down at you, “you’re such a greedy girl… we were told lights out and yet you’re here because of a picture” Iida sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I guess it can’t be helped… strip for me please” he smiled and you stood and moved to take off your shirt before stopping and looking to your boyfriend, “what about you?” You asked and Iida frowned “I said strip” he snapped and you quickly began removing your shirt, Iida nodded and looked at your breasts before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he motioned for you to step closer to him, so he could grab your arms and pressed them into your sides, your face became flushed as Iida trailed his tongue up your stomach to your sternum, he stopped and placed a kiss on your skin before moving to lick over your right nipping, you whined and pressed your legs together, before the man moved onto your other nipping this time suckling on it, “you’re sucking it like a baby” you breathlessly chuckled, Iida looked up at you with a hard stare before biting roughly on the side of your breast, you yelped and your boyfriend pulled you down slightly to capture your lips in an open mouth kiss, you gasped and cried out in surprise as Iida tongue took control over your mouth, the way he’s slurp and wriggle his tongue reminded you of all the times he’d eat you out.

Pulling away from you and loosing his grip, allowing his hand to slide down your arms and rest on your hips before he slowly pulled down your pants, leaving you in nothing but the pink girlish panties you’d normally never let Tenya see. “Aww how cute” he laughed as he kissed just above your waistband, “it’s not funny, I didn’t think when I grabbed them” you whined and felt Iida move you onto his bed to lay down on your back, “I think they’re cute… they’re so innocent and sweet” he smiled as he leaned in and whispered in your ear “reminds me of our first time… you were such a good girl, so patient” his voice was hushed and relaxed as he slowly pulled your panties to the side before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss over your entrance, “how badly do you want it greedy girl?” Iida asked, his hot breath brushing over your cunt, you whined and wiggled your hips “so badly… I need it” you moaned softly, trying to keep your voice down.

You cried out as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue lick slow strips up the length of your cunt, “more… Tenya, I need more…” you whimpered encouraging your boyfriend, Iida was a beast the way he’d devour you, you were certain given the chance Iida would eat you anywhere and anytime, he’d always put his all into eating you, he’d lick; suck and slurp, Iida was a shameless man when it came to having you on his tongue, he’d say the most vile and lewd things you’d ever heard from him, it was honestly pornography the things he’d come out with; and this time was no different.

“You taste like heaven… if men knew just how sweet you tasted, they’d be on their knees praying to you” he groaned as he licked between your folds, before wriggling his tongue inside you, “I’d lick your cunt raw if only you’d let me… I’d eat you every minute of the day and only take breaks to fuck you” he moaned into you before kissing up to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it for dear life, you cried out loudly completely foregetting where you were, “tenya I’m… I’m…” you arched you back and wrapped your legs around Iida’s head as you grabbed roughly at his neatly groomed hair, “…oh god… yes tenya… yes…” you whimpered as your body seized up and you began coming undone on your boyfriend’s mouth, he groaned and moved back your entrance, sliding his tongue back into you as his fingers began rubbing quickly over your clit, “holy fuck… ten… oh tenya” you gasped as you started to and push Iida away, however he only continued. You took a sharp breath in, then took another and another, before suddenly losing the ability to breath, it took Iida only a few seconds to realise what was happening behind he moved up to you and brushed your hair from your face, “breath baby, breath out” he encouraged as his thumb rubbed soft circles on your jaw, you breathed out quickly before sucking in a deep breath, while Iida continued encouraging you.

Once fully calm your boyfriend chuckled and settled himself between your legs, “that was scary… you wanna continue?” He asked as he leant back down ready to pick up where he left off, “I wanna… but not like that… I wanna have you inside me” you hummed as you pulled off your underwear and opened your legs as wide as you could, “I want it all inside, to the base Tenya” you used your fingers to spread your folds apart as your laid back and waited for your boyfriend. Iida watched your cunt intensely as it squeezed around nothing, before he pulled off his shirt and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, shifting the fabric down only enough for him to hang comfortably, the man pumped himself slowly and reached into his bedside table for a condom before rolling down his shaft and spitting on himself rubbing his saliva over his shaft, he than leant down and spat a large ball of saliva over your entrance, “hmmm… nice and wet… you’ll take it all in one now” he hummed as he prodded at your hole with his tip, pushing his saliva in and out, getting his tip wet.

Iida watched your cunt grip him tightly as he began to slowly slide in, once his cock was fully hilted inside you, you both moaned and Iida pressed his forehead against yours, “god fucking damn it… it feels good” he huffed out a string of cusses and rubbed your hips with his thumb as he waited for you to encourage him to move.

Iida had always been a giver, though he disguised it as petty payback… which it partly was… however with that being said Iida was always safe, he never acted reckless or overdid it, though this time was different.

Your hands grabbed Iida’s thick biceps as he gave you long and hard thrusts that caused the bed to thump into the wall, “Christ… you’re perfect” he moaned and grabbed a hold of your legs, he looked down at where the two of you met and smiled, watching the way your walls and opening clung to him so tightly, creating a delicious drag however because of this it was almost too hard for him to set an even pace, “please… more… I need it harder” you moaned as you dug your nails into he’s shoulders, Iida chuckled and began a strong pace. The man groaned and moaned as he held you down while he pushed into you a little bit harder and faster with every thrust, he’d moaned out obscenities while you simply took in the view, you’d finished several times already on his cock and looking down you could see a white ring form around the base of Iida’s cock, “Tenya… Tenya wait” you whine and place a hand on his chest to push him back, “what’s the matter? Is it starting to hurt? Should we stop?” He asked as he pulled out and grabbed the side of your cheek, you shook your head and leaned up “I’m fine, but I know you’ve been holding out for so long… so I want you to enjoy yourself a little” you hummed as you turn over and push your ass up into the air while pressing your face and chest into Iida’s mattress. Iida moved in and began looking over your wet folds, he rubbed his thumb over your cunt before using it to open you up for himself, “baby I’m always happy just giving you whatever you need, but this…” he groaned as he rubbed his tip over your clit, “you really want me to take what I need?” He questioned and you moaned, nodding your head and looking back at him, “I’m beyond satisfied, now I need to feel you cum” you whined as you reached back and grabbed a hold of the condom cover your boyfriend, before you began pulling it off him, the man moaned only to then quickly thrust into you once you pulled the condom completely off and discarded it on the floor, you grasped as Iida set into a brutal pace faster and harder then before, roughly holding your hips to stop your for jolting forward into the headboard, he’d roll his hips every so often and tried to get as deep as your body would allow him.

“I’m gonna cum so deep in you… I’m gonna use you up so no one else will want you” iida moaned as he threw his head back and grabbed at your ass cheeks, harshly smacking them every so often, “you dirty whore… you want that, don’t you?” Another harsh smack followed this and you responded with nothing but a whine. You can’t seem to form a coherent sentence, all that comes out of you is a jumble of words followed by moaning and whining, you were enjoying this, enjoying this more than maybe you should’ve been, “you’re squeezing so tightly…” Iida hummed as he further picked up his pace, he let out a laugh as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his thrusts, you could feel him twitching and pulsing with each thrust, “you sure you want it inside… cause if you don’t… I… I won’t” he moaned grinding his hips into you, “yes… god yes… inside please… Tenya please!” You cried loud before quickly having your face shoved into Iida’s pillows, “baby I love hearing your voice but shut the fuck up” he groaned as he held your head in place, while continuing his vicious assault on your cunt. Iida’s breaths become uneven and he lets go of your head and move his hand back to your ass, he grabbed at the flesh and watched as he began long quick, yet uneven thrusts. “Fuck baby, fuck…” he huffed as his hip’s faulted and snapped in towards you, you felt him shutter, soon an indescribable warmth filled your belly, your legs shook and your cunt squeezed uncontrollably, causing Iida to pulled out and begin fingering you, working you through your final orgasm of the night. “Shit… shit baby…” Iida sighed as he sat back on his bed, you crawled over to him weakly and climbed into his lap, “we fucked up… I shouldn’t have let you take it off… I should’ve kept the condom on” he huffed as he rested his head back against the wall, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill” you smiled however Iida did not return that smile, “it doesn’t matter… it was still so reckless of me… to allow you to seduce me into such dangerous play…” he hummed and hugged into you and pressed his face into your neck, “you make me a truly weak man” he sighed and began kissing your neck, “let’s not risk doing it raw again, I’m not a strong enough man for that just yet” he moaned and you couldn’t help but laugh, here was the overly serious and proper boyfriend you fell head over heels in love with, “we could always go one more round, I don’t feel full enough yet” you joked and felt Iida bite your neck before sitting up and frowning at you, “okay, I’ll stop… though it was nice” you hum and quickly stand up, walking into the toilet in the room, “I need a washcloth tenya” you call and heard the man stand from the bed before walking into the toilet with a wet washcloth, “do you need help darling?” Iida passed you the cloth and you nodded as you took it, “yeah it’s pretty deep in, I can’t possibly reach it” you said with a wide smirk, Iida sighed and knelt down “alright I’ll help you”.

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You sat in class as All Might finished up giving his feedback on today class, he finally ended his little lecture and dismissed the class but before anyone could stand and leave for the dormitory Aizawa stopped everyone as if he had been waiting outside the classroom door just for All Might to finish, “Bakugo, Midoriya, Iida and L/n, all of you are to stay back” he spoke before letting everybody else leave, All might gave Midoriya a nervous look before leaving himself. All four of you sat facing Aizawa as he sat down on the stool that had been moved into the classroom after he’d lost his leg, “now Bakugo and Midoriya, you both know fighting at school outside of training is prohibited and to fight in the dormitory is next level irresponsible, both of you will have two weeks of after class detention… now get out of my site” he grumbled and both boy stood, beginning to leave, however Midoriya stop near Iida and in a not so quiet whisper “I’ll wait for you out in the hallway” he smiled and Aizawa quickly piped in, “absolutely not… get back to the dormitory” he scolded and this made Midoriya scramble out the door, closing it behind him.

“Now you two, you know why I have you here… don’t you?” Aizawa crossed his arms and looked between the both of you, Iida swallowed as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face. “I have some ideas” your eyes shifted to the side and you smiled nervously, “very funny L/n, but maybe next time you decide to give Iida a past curfew visit make sure I’ve actually finished my rounds…” his frown deepened and you could feel your face go red, “it was quite a surprise to be finished up then suddenly heard a woman’s cries though the boy’s half of the dormitory” Aizawa looked towards Iida and from the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend struggling to make eye contact with the teacher, “and then all the banging of what I presume was your bed frame… but hey maybe I’m wrong and you were decorating, and you were just cheering on all his hard work” Aizawa’s face still held a straightness despite his very obvious frustration, “look, you can’t be doing that kind of stuff so freely and openly, if the wrong person heard that or even if someone was able to get a picture or video of you two… because you know how driven some of your classmates are…” Aizawa sighed and uncrossed his arms “if something like that happened to get out to the media, it’d ruin your careers before they have a chance to actually begin…” Aizawa spoke so calmly it was unnerving, he then looked at you and continued on “L/n the public wouldn’t see you as some sweet little sister anymore, you’d be seen as some whore who seduced an honest and just man…” his expression softened and you looked down in shame before he moved onto Iida, “and Iida, the public would start saying your a weak willed man, if you’re lucky… or they’d treat you like a monster for defiling a precious young woman” he said and leant back in his chair with a sigh, Aizawa pinched is nose bridge “you both need to be more careful, I’m not saying you can’t do that you’re both adults and will be out of here in a few months, but you need to think about your image, so no doing that here and no going to love hotels, doing it at one of your homes where your privacy is respected… and you’ll be having two weeks of detention with Midoriya and Bakugo” he grumbled and stood ready to leave, “get out of here, now” he said as he pointed to the door, both you and Iida speedily left the room as you both exited you had Aizawa muttered under his breath questioning how he hadn’t gone grey yet.

“I think it was worth it…” you said walking along side Iida and after a moment of silence the man chuckled, “yeah it was, I’m disappointed in us… but it definitely was worth it” he added and shook his head in amusement, “worth it enough to do it again” you smiled and grabbed Iida’s hand, “its tempting, but no… I’m pissed about the idea of all those guys hearing you” he said and brought the back of your hand up to his lips kissing it before the both of you walked back to your dorm laughing about everything.

[rems-writing]

When the mountain meets a shy girl

》 Pairing: stripper!San x afab!reader

》 Trope: strangers to lovers

》 Wordcount: 4,062 words

》 Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

“Oh come on, Y/N! It’s literally one night!”

“Guys, I don’t know -”

“Omg just ignore her and drag her along! We’re going to be late!”

This is how you found yourself on a Friday night. You got off work but instead of going straight home, your lovely coworkers pressured you into going out with them. They claimed that you needed to ‘live a little’ since you can’t ‘be a miserable hobbit’ your entire life. They say that like it’s a bad thing! If you want to stay home, you will stay home. If you want to go out, you will go out on your own free will. Alas, your coworkers didn’t understand. Or they did. They just didn’t care about your boundaries nor your personal preferences, especially the leader of the extroverts. 

Her name was Chelsea. 

You honestly didn’t know how she was able to get hired. She doesn’t know anything about the company you both work at, she slacks off most of the time, and almost always engages in the freshest office gossip. She speaks like she’s texting someone, has an annoying giggle whenever a man hits on her, and never follows the dress code. 

At least she takes responsibility for her fuck-ups and picks up the slack. And never throws you under the bus for anything. 

Other than that, she was dumb as a rock. 

You steered clear of her radar every day. You only talk to her, along with others, about work related things. The only time you don’t is when you give her the usual formal greetings. Other than that, you were never her concern. 

Until today. 

You honestly wished people would leave you alone. Why were they talking about you? You never did anything to them, didn’t snitch on them when they weren’t doing what they were supposed to do, and you were polite when you needed to be. So what’s with the sudden interest in you? 

You were 24, lived alone (aside from the many figurines you owned. They were your children), and only went out if it was required. Other than that, you preferred to stay home. You weren’t interested in dating nor sex (you’ve been there, done that way back in high school) so you tended to stay away from men since they honestly scared you.

A lot. 

If you wanted pleasure, you either took care of it yourself or you just left it alone. You didn't need anyone else to take care of it for you. But now back to the topic at hand. 

You were trying to figure out ways to excuse yourself from this outing. The last place you wanted to go was a damn strip club. You didn’t need half naked to almost fully naked men thrusting and grinding in your face. And you certainly weren’t about to waste your precious hard earned dollar bills on someone else. It’s not that you were selfish or greedy. 

You were simply frugal. 

And according to Chelsea and your coworkers, that’s ‘super hella lame’ of you to do. 

What were they? Newly oriented high school freshmen? 

Alas, you couldn’t think of any excuse to get out of this ‘extraordinary adventure’ you were on. As you neared the entrance of the strip club, everyone had to go through an ID check. Some of them complained, but you didn’t mind. Rules are rules after all. When the bouncer landed on you, you felt intimidated by the sharpness of his wolf eyes. You shakily handed your ID to him and you were ready to be scrutinized by him. You were used to being mocked by bouncers whenever you went to clubs or high-end bars with your coworkers or your family members (i.e. cousins). Surprisingly, nothing came out of the bouncer’s mouth. Instead, he gave you back your ID and offered a warm and comforting smile that reached his eyes until they formed crescents. He then leaned in and whispered in your ear. 

“If you need to find a way out, have the bartender page me. I’m sorry you were dragged out here by those… uh… lovely ladies.”

His deep and husky voice sent a small shiver down your spine and you couldn’t help but be flattered with the offer he gave you. You nodded rapidly and thanked him quietly before following the rest of the girls inside. At least someone understood how you felt, even if they were a complete stranger. When you got inside, the host led you to your table. You wanted to sit at the far end of the booth so you could make your escape (you were not about to turn down the hot bouncer’s offer), but your request fell on deaf ears. Instead, you were smack in the middle of your group with Chelsea seated to your left and someone else on your right. As soon as you were settled in, a waiter approached you. He seemed young and you couldn’t help but find his round cheeks so adorable. 

“Hello. Welcome to Cyberpunk. My name is Jongho. I’ll be taking your orders tonight. What can I get started for you?” 

“IS IT STILL GOLDEN HOUR RIGHT NOW?!”

An overly excited coworker screeched right into Jongho’s ear and you felt yourself cringe for him. Apparently, Golden Hour is what they call happy hour here. Good to know. Jongho laughed awkwardly and nodded before presenting the menu for Golden Hour. That same coworker practically clawed it out of his hands and thanked him shamelessly by running her manicured hand down his chest. You couldn’t stand it and reached over to grab her wrist. 

“Leave the poor guy alone!”

Your angry hiss made your coworker shrink into herself but still had the audacity to roll her eyes at your sense of duty. As payback, she ordered drinks for everyone else but made sure to save the strongest drink for you. And she said this out loud. You sighed and sat back with your arms crossed while Jongho nodded and wrote the order down. Before he left, he looked at you with a grateful expression and mouthed something to you. You were confused at first, but then you looked in the direction of where the young waiter was nodding at and you saw the hot bouncer waving at you with his heavily ringed hand. 

Oh. 

Jongho was giving you the name of the hot bouncer that offered you an escape earlier. 

His name is Mingi. Got it. 

You made a mental note to remember that, along with the name of the bartender you needed to page Mingi for. 

His name is Wooyoung. Got it. 

After Jongho walked away to fulfill your order, you observed your surroundings while your coworkers were talking amongst themselves. It’s a shame that they didn’t talk to you, but you didn’t care. It was better this way. 

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Drink after drink. Shot after shot. And the cycle repeats. Your coworkers were astonished with the way you could handle your liquor. Even that nasty cocktail that you received made you feel nothing. If anything, you were only about five percent tipsy. As the night progressed, a lot of strippers made their way towards your booth and did what they needed to do. You weren’t interested in any of them. At all. You just wanted this night to be over. While the girls were fawning over the tallest stripper giving them lap dances (his name is Yunho), you saw Chelsea approach you with an evil look in her eyes and a mischievious grin on her overly painted lips. Before you could even question her intentions, she dragged you out of the booth and into a private dance room. The last words from your coworkers left you mortified. 

“YAS, QUEEN! GET THAT DICK, SIS!”

This was not happening. You refused to believe it. Not only did they pay for you to experience a private dance with one of those greasy oiled up men, but they truly believed that you needed this. As Chelsea sat you down on the plush lavender couch, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at you. Although, you couldn’t tell since her fake lashes were too thick to comprehend anything. 

“We all chipped in for this dance. It could’ve been one of us, but we decided that you needed it the most. So like… don’t be yourself and weird him out, ok sweetie? Great! Have fun! Oh and provide us with juicy details once you’re done!”

She patted your head before exiting the room. You wanted to cry. You never asked for this. For any of this! You just wanted to go home, curl up on the couch, and watch reruns of your favorite k-dramas. But nope! You were here in a dimly lit room, anticipating who would come out. As the strange techno music played, you saw a figure approach the pole. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. 

The Mountain. 

His seductive smile and the way he curled his fingers around the pole did nothing to quell your anxiety. You sat up straight and darted your eyes around towards every movement he pulled. Sure, you found him extremely fucking attractive, but you had to be honest with yourself. With the way you are and with the way you wanted nothing more than to escape, you wanted to shrink into the couch you were sitting on and just fade into non-existence. He noticed it at first but thought nothing of it. He believed that your shyness was just an act. Soon, you’ll pounce on him and beg for him to take you. That’s how it always was with women like you. However, he was in for a shocking awakening when he slid down the pole and tore away his shirt, leaving his muscular upper body bare. As he crawled towards you, he was getting closer to your legs, which you shut tightly. It didn’t last long before his strong hands grabbed your knees and forced them open. You shut your eyes when his nose touched the side of your right knee, almost nuzzling it in a way. He soon dragged it upwards before stopping just at the hem of your pencil skirt. He then stood up fully and looked down at you. 

This is where the hesitation began. 

He looked down at your rigid form and the way you screwed your eyes shut. His gut told him to stop, but he pushed through. He bent down and whispered huskily in your ear. The action had you open your eyes wide and look straight at him, which was a mistake since he was so close to your face.

“Don’t be shy, kitten. Come on. Touch me.”

Not waiting for your response, he gingerly grabbed your wrist and made sure your palm was flat against his broad chest. He kept eye contact with you as he slowly slid your hand down to his abs. The pace was snail-like and you found yourself shaking. Your anxiety was at an all time high. When you felt your wrist stop at the hem of his jeans, your eyes widened even more. You retracted your hand and cradled it like he had broken it. You muttered so many apologies as you curled into yourself even more. 

Oh… he felt his heart break at the sight. 

A sigh left his lips as he turned around and walked away. You were panicking internally, thinking the worst. What if he had Mingi kick you out? What if he told the owner of this strip club to blacklist you? What if he snitched on you to your friends and sneered at the way you trembled before him? And not in a good way. The anxiety died down a bit when the lights came on and you saw him walk back to you. He knelt before you and had an unreadable expression on his face. He then stuck out his hand and spoke in an authoritative voice. 

“Let me see your ID.”

You immediately thought to yourself that he was simply following protocol. However, it didn’t help that his seemingly angry look unnerved you. You dug into your pocket and fished out your ID before slapping it into his waiting palm. He held it up to his face and narrowed his eyes as he scanned over the details of it. 

‘It doesn’t look fake right?’

‘It’s as real as it can get.’

‘You probably should’ve brought your passport just in case.’

‘Oh shit he’s looking back at you! Fuck!’

As he gave you back your ID, he helped you stand up. The look on his face melted into one of concern and compassion. He gingerly grabbed your hand and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. 

“Can I hug you? I understand if you don’t want to be touched, but I can tell you need it.”

That’s all it took for you to break down in his arms. He shushed you gently and made sure his hold on you was tight enough to provide a sense of comfort for you. He walked the both of you towards the couch and held onto you until you decided to pull away. You looked up at him and sniffled. As much as he found that action to be utterly cute, he knew it wasn’t the time to address that. He gently wiped away your tears and put some distance in between you two. However, he still had his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t mind it of course. You were just glad someone empathized with you. 

“I’m guessing this is just your personality. Your ID checks out and from what you’re wearing, you definitely are of age.”

“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry if this is how you’re spending your night. I’m s-sure you weren’t expecting someone like me.”

“It’s ok. I think this is a good change of pace. If it helps, we can simply talk. I know you don’t want to be here and I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok. And yeah… I would love to talk.”

“Great. Let me start by introducing myself. I’m San.”

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Your light-hearted giggle made his heart soar and soon, he found himself in a deep conversation with you. You two talked about everything. From the basics down to you willingly explaining how your current personality came to be. And San listened tentatively. After talking some more, you checked the time. 

“Oh shit! My two hours are up! I’m sorry for holding you here longer than I should have.”

“Don’t worry about it. I enjoyed talking with you.”

“Really?”

San nodded and gave you an award winning smile. One that showcased his dimples and was similar to Mingi’s but brighter. After the both of you stood up, he gathered his things and stared at you affectionately. His gaze made you blush and you looked away. He gently grabbed your chin so he could look at you. 

“If you want, there’s a ramen place next door that’s open 24/7. Once this place closes up, we can chat some more. Or… I can take you home, either by calling an uber for you or driving you home myself. After what you told me, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you with your coworkers.”

You swore you fell in love with him.

“Actually, I would love that. I sort of need something to absorb all the alcohol that’s in my body.”

“Great! In the meantime, go speak with Hongjoong. He’s the owner of this place. Explain your situation with him and he’ll let you stay in his office for the time being. I still have work to do.”

After accepting his offer, he walked you towards his boss’s office. A short man came out and he was immediately about to interrogate you when you held your hands up in defense. The last thing he needed was to file a case for harassment. As you explained yourself, his form grew less rigid and he looked towards San, who gave a nod of confirmation, indicating that you were speaking the truth. 

“Oh, darling… here. You can stay in my office. Do whatever you need to do. I’ll have Mingi fetch you once this is over.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Kim.”

“Please. Call me Hongjoong.”

You nodded shyly and Hongjoong patted your head before walking out of his office so you could get comfortable. San looked at you one last time before leaving to continue his job. He didn’t want to leave you there alone, but he knew you needed space to breathe and gather your bearings. After all, you went through a lot. 

TIME SKIP

It had been some time since that horrible outing with your coworkers. Sure, you met some angels and your savior along the way, but the events leading up to that moment left you drained. After that night, you didn’t speak with Chelsea or any of your coworkers. Instead, you worked faster and more diligently than before so you could clock out early and go home immediately. You did not want to interact with any of them whatsoever. As soon as you reached home, you flopped on the couch. 

“Aww. You didn’t want to greet me? That makes me sad.”

“Shut up, San!”

San giggled at your sassy voice as he walked over to you and sat on the couch beside you. He lifted your head so you could lay on his lap. As he ran his fingers through your hair and massaged your scalp, you talked about how your day went. 

Did I mention that you two were roommates now?

Ever since you met San, he’s been a comforting presence in your life. You asked him to move in with you since you felt at ease with him. One thing led to another and the two of you were now a couple. It was awkward at first since you haven’t dated anyone in the longest, but San was patient with you. He took things at your own pace and made it less awkward. He still works at the strip club unfortunately, but he reassures you that he will always come back to you since you have his heart. 

“As I motherfucking should!”

That was always your response to him and he could never get tired of it. As the relationship progresses, you slowly find yourself coming out of your shell. You no longer feel overly shy whenever he walks around shirtless or whispers sensual words in your ear as he flirts with you. Instead, you play along and even tease him sometimes. That’s an effect only San can bring unto you. In addition, he taught you how to be more confident and stand up for yourself. 

His hard work paid off when you told him about how you told your boss about how you felt with your coworkers.

You came back into the office feeling nervous yet invigorated. You needed to put a stop to your coworkers peer pressuring you into going out. You also needed to stop caring about what they might say. As San has stated to you despite being only in tight jeans with dollar bills peeking out from the top, if you liked staying in, then stay in. You knocked on the CEO’s front door and heard her honeyed voice telling you to come in. When you entered, your eyes landed on your CEO boss, who was also your long time best friend. “Hey. What’s up, Y/N?” She smiled that beautiful smile and you felt relieved momentarily. “Um… we need to talk, Ms. Hwasa.” 

“I thought I told you to call me by my real name. After all, we have been friends for seven years.”

“Sorry, Hyejin.”

“It’s ok. Anyways, what did you need to talk about?”

It was now or never. 

Slowly but surely, you vented about everything. From your coworkers to Chelsea all the way to the main topic: disrespecting boundaries. You also explained how you were afraid of what she might say despite vowing to always have your back. Of course you didn’t doubt her words. You were simply afraid of her brushing you off like you were nothing more than another employee. When you finished speaking, Hwasa had her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. Finally, she spoke. 

“Thank you for telling me this. I honestly didn’t think they would be dumb enough to forget common sense. Set a meeting right now. I think I need to remind these women of how everything works around here.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Hwasa laughed slightly as you saluted before turning around and marching back to your cubicle. A couple of hours later, a lot of employees were in a meeting room, standing nervously as they watched their CEO pace back and forth whilst looking at them with an unreadable expression. You were in the middle of the crowd, pretending to be nervous, but in reality, you were playing it cool. 

“It seems to me that you guys keep forgetting about the one thing I wanted all of you to have.”

Oop - 

“Common courtesy.”

A lot of your coworkers were sweating nervously, including Chelsea. You felt bad for them a little bit since you know Hwasa to be strict. 

“Just because someone doesn’t like the things that you do after work doesn’t mean you have the right to change their dynamics. We are all different here. And yet, we still work well together. So please. The next time you want to take someone away from their comfort bubble, think twice before doing so. Either do nothing about it or do something about it the right way. Ask first! That’s always a requirement. If they say yes, then there you go. If they say no, then no means no! Do we have an understanding?”

Everyone nodded.

“In addition, I am putting a stop to the unnecessary gossip swimming around here. The people you gossip about? They have done nothing to you and they don’t do that to you. So why do it to them in the first place?”

It was a rhetorical question that no one dared to answer. 

“This meeting is adjourned. Get back to work.”

“Yes, Ms, Hwasa!”

Everyone scattered and scurried back to their places. Hwasa looked at you and smiled while you profusely thanked her. 

“You can go home now if you want. I know your boy toy misses you.”

“Girl, shut up!”

“And that’s what happened!”

“I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself.”

San sat you up and hugged you tightly. You returned the hug happily and remained in his arms for a while before he pulled away. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood up from the couch. 

“This calls for a celebration. Time to give you that private dance you originally signed up for.”

Oh…

OH!

Before you could protest, San turned on the stereo system and played the track before standing in the middle of the living room to begin his routine.

‘SHIT! WHY THIS SONG?!’

‘THIS SONG IS A BOP THOUGH!’

‘YEAH BUT NOW LOOK AT THE SITUATION YOU’RE IN!’

‘JUST RELAX, BITCH! DAMN!’

You watched as San performed his routine perfectly. It catered to the song and you found yourself drooling as you leaned in to observe him more. San smirked at this as he jumped and did a diving move before crawling towards you. Your legs were open for him and he came in between them, nuzzling his nose into both of your inner thighs before slowly standing up. He gingerly grabbed your hand and took off his shirt before placing your palm on his broad chest. 

DID HE GET BIGGER?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

You watched your hand slowly trail down to his abs until your wrist stopped at the top of his sweats. It was then you noticed how low they hung on his hips. You looked back up to see him lean in closer, his eyes dark with lust and desire. His other hand cupped your cheek and he used his thumb to drag your bottom lip down slowly. 

“Can I have you for tonight, kitten?”

You were not about to pass up on the opportunity to ride that dick into the sunset. With a small ‘yes’ leaving your mouth, he kissed you passionately before grabbing your waist and carrying you to your shared bedroom.

[agentgrange]

I saw this post and couldn't stop thinking about it, so here is the answer I gave after some consideration-- I'll tell you when I find out. Sometimes it really feels like it depends on your Agents, and what they're accustomed to. I have two groups that I play with, one is mostly serious with a handful of gallows humor quips while the other one is absolutely clown-shoes-goof-goof-times. You could lovingly craft a deeply unsettling body-horror scene or run a tried-and-true encounter straight out of an established campaign and your mileage will greatly vary depending on your audience. That's not *necessarily* a bad thing, a handlers job is to guide a narrative in a way that's first and foremost fun for the players. If they want to take it seriously and buy into the horror they will, but if they want a bit of levity then there's nothing wrong with playing to the crowd. But I do really, really empathize with struggling to convey the awesome and terrible might of some cosmic horror with nothing but your words in a group of people that (hopefully) instinctively feel at ease and jovial while fooling around playing games with their buddies. Here's a few practical pieces of advice I can give you.

Try to cultivate an unsettling environment for your players. This one seems obvious but is actually really hard to get down right, especially when people mostly play online these days. But you’d be surprised how much regularly providing good visual aids, a Discord bot playing ambient music, and a good playlist can really set the tone for your session. Don’t just provide visual aids for the money shots of alien greys and deep ones either, running a campaign based on The Conspiracy era gives you ample opportunity to post a ton of weird, liminal 90s photographs to set the vibe for everyone even during otherwise mundane scenes.

Make a point of explaining to your players the difference between what they are experiencing and what their characters are experiencing. Yes, facing off against a 8ft tall fish man with a crossbow is inherently ridiculous as a fictional abstract. Its an entirely different experiencing actually being there, face to face under an incredible amount of stress seeing something that should not exist. In a lot of ways your players aren’t their characters so much as they are mad gods guiding their characters’ fates. THEY can laugh from the safety of this higher dimension we all exist in, that’s part of the fun. Hell their characters might even have a passing thought or two about how absurd the situation might be—but that entire time they’re fighting their lizard-brained instincts just to stop from mentally imploding. Let them laugh, but then tell them how their characters' hands might be shaking, or how any clever quip they wanted to say just comes out as a mumble as their body betrays whatever thoughts their rational mind tries to convey.

Know the rules of comedy. Comedy usually needs a straight-man, so if your players are goofing around don’t be afraid to give them a straight-man NPC to react to their antics in a way that makes it feel like you’re in on the bit but keeps the narrative going. Better yet, try to get ahead of it. Set up designated low-stakes areas in your story that are designed to add a bit of levity. They say comedy comes in threes, so you should structure these segments to let your agents to do some dumb shit about three times before they get all the sillies out and are ready to move on. And the emotional highs during these side quests will just make the crushing lows in the main plot feel that much more horrifying.

Building off that last one I have one more secret, forbidden technique. Buyer beware on this one honestly, but I cannot overstress just how much. Players. Love. Silly. Characters. And as David Lynch has proven, you can have silly characters that are still deeply unsettling. Try adding a few characters in that flip the script on your players and make *them*  want to play the role of the straight-man reacting to what your NPCs are doing every once in a while. If done right, it can kind of trick them into taking things seriously or feel like the eerie out of place comedy is at their character’s expense even if the players are in on it.

I hope some of this was at least partially useful. Good luck out there.

[koiir]

IM DRUNK IN YOU…

— In which they’ve had too much to drink… how do they act?

Pairings - kazuha, diluc, Kaeya, xiao x reader

Genre - fluff, comfort with some angst

Cw: mentions of alcohol/drinking, cursing, getting inquired due to being intoxicated (more like just being a dumbass) a bit suggestive on Kaeya’s part, not proofread

Kazuha who is known to not handle drinks very lightly, which is why he tends the avoid them even at events. Yet he always finds himself taking a drink or two (mainly because of the crux) this then ends up in Kazuha becoming a mess. A mess that you usually will have to take care of. Yet this is the loving romantic that you fell head over heels for, so of course you would do anything such as watching over him and helping him in his (desperate) need of time.

It’s a good thing that you live in the city of liyue, otherwise it would have been a hassle trying to get Kazuha to cooperate with you. With events, came drinks. One thing you honestly dreaded, mainly because of your lover who couldn’t handle himself after just one. He would cling onto you the whole night, tell others of his love for you, him proposing his love to you over and over until you shut him up (with a kiss to be exact).

Your name would spill out of his lips, slurred due to the intoxication of the drinks he has consumed. Still, the loving tone still holds even when his mind is clouded. “[Name]…cmon my love, please let’s just stay…” you knew it was not a good idea to stay, who knows what the poet would do if you decided to stay.

Once in the comfort of your home, you dragged him the your room. Laying him down preparing him for sleep. “Kazu, here drink this. It’ll help, you know.” You handed Kazuha the tea, hoping it will make him more at ease and less lightheaded. A small *hic* came out before he spoke once more to you. “The things you do to me… my songbird…heh.” Thats a new one, you thought. It was a common occurrence for kazuha to come up with a new nickname name for you whenever he was drunk. Ah. It must have been because you had been forced into a little karaoke event… where you didn’t notice but Kazuha had been looking at you with loving eyes (as he always does).

“I love you… so much…my love,” Kazuha said, he looked at you with hooded eyes, his hand crawling to yours and holding it softly. You moved, kissing him in the lips before you stood up. “And I love you more, kazu. I have to go finish up some things, I’ll be back soon though.” You got up to leave, yet you never ended up leaving the room

Instead up ended up tangled in your lovers arms falling asleep due to him pulling you on top of him. Not wanting you to leave him.

The idea of drinking made Diluc get the ick. Quite ironic for someone who owns a bar, yet that didn’t mean anything to him. He always tried to avoid drinking no matter what, yet even he can’t always follow this rule he has set for himself.

It was a small event set in the Dawn Winery manor, meet ups and a gather up for those who had worked together in the past and Diluc had been offering drinks to those who came. But ever one makes mistakes right? What he thought was grape juice was actually wine similar to grape juice. He didn’t think straight and poured himself a glass before heading over to you. The effects of the drink hit him hard, making it easy to notice something wrong with the man.

It was in the way he was clinging onto you that surprised you, Diluc does this often, but only when it’s the two of you. Not around others. Yes he would wrap his hand around your waste but never he never displayed this much affection in front of others. He started to lean into you, tuck his head under your chin, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. This was something a sober Diluc would never dare to do, especially right now with some of his acquaintances.

Some started to snicker about his behavior, never seeing this side of him before. “Luc, cmon,” you nudged your lover hoping to get him off you for just one second. “No, let’s just stay here…please.” It almost came off as a whisper, like he was unsure about it.

You then decided to drag your lover outside of the room and into his office. The atmosphere was more comfortable and cozy with just the two of you in there, intimate with the one you loved. “Come here,” diluc said. Pulling you to sit on his lap at his office chair. Usually it would be you placing yourself, not the other way around. But you weren’t complaining, especially not after all the affection you’ve gotten. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck while giving you a soft kiss. “I love you [name].” Even after hearing this multiple times in your relationship, you never could never stop blushing after hearing him tell you. “Well I loved you more luc.”

It was often that you saw Kaeya intoxicated in the bar that belonged to his brother, chatting about whatever and whenever until you had to pick him up. Almost as if you were a mother picking up your child from school, in this case the child was Kaeya with the way he was calling out your name while cursing.

“Fuck fuck fuck…. Is [name] here?” You watched the scene unfold right before your eyes. Your boyfriend held his head as some of his drinking buddies swarmed around him. You walked towards him, not without laughing though. “And just what happened to you?” Kaeya looked up at you, a small frown appearing on his face once he saw you laughing about what had happened. “Don’t laugh… cmon, give me a hug pretty.” Before he could do anything, you grabbed him by the hand and left the tavern with your lover.

Thud. “What was that?!” You looked behind you as Kaeya made a small “ah” sound. He hit his foot on the sign and now was grunting from the pain to his foot. “Shit, again…”

“Again?” “Yeah I hit my head in the bar…heh.” You groaned while your lover laughed. So that’s what happened at the bar. “This is what you get for drinking to much Kaeya.” “You can’t stay mad at me forever, you love me to much you know.” You looked away, not wanting him to see the smile appearing on your lips. “And if I don’t?” You didn’t miss the small put that came from his face, but the soon turned into a smirk. “Then I’ll prove my love to you right here and right- Wait! [name] come back! I was just kidding you know!”

~

“You didn’t have to leave me like that you know, what if I had hurt my pretty face again?” You rolled your eyes, Kaeya had just gotten home after you left him when he made that silly comment. “It would have been deserved.” You said, he gasped and went on to exaggerate about how you are so cruel to him. You two ended up cuddling in bed, giggling about the events that had happen due to all the drinking Kaeya had done.

You never thought this could happen to Xiao, if anything if would happen to you, not him. It was a small event being held at wanshung inn so it was only natural for you to drag xiao out into the balcony and get some food to dine with one another. Yet he made the mistake of drinking the wrong drink, which was an alcoholic drink. Xiao was never one for drinks, or any type of drink other than water. So when the substance hit tongue, he knew something was off.

But his curiosity got the best of him, so he ended up take small sips of the drink, over, and over, until you came back. “Xiao, I’m back” you said. You came from behind him and wrapped your arms around him. Usually he would get flustered and mutter something under his breath, but the only he did was lean into your embrace and sigh. “I missed you.” He turned around making eye contact with you, something that wasn’t usually for him. You looked at xiao, something off about him.

His gorgeous face with flushed, his eyes seemed to sparkle and were more hooded, he was gorgeous. You could never deny that, and you admired him in the moment. “You’re so pretty xiao, I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

That’s when he looked away, blush apparent on his face. “You don’t mean that, you’ll get tired of me eventually.” You know xiao was scared of this, your relationship and what it would become. It didn’t matter if you two had been together for years, he would often doubt himself because he knew he wasn’t the best with his emotions, even worse with others. Yet for he you he did his best, and you knew that.

“Don’t say that xiao, I know you better than anyone else. I know that we will work out no matter what, I would never leave you.” You placed a hand on his cheek so he could look at you. The two go you were silent for a while, admiring the other. Xiao the made the first move to nuzzle his face into your neck, holding you tight. “Still, I’m scared of what might become of me. Of something that I might do to ruin us.” This was something you knew xiao had trouble with, you know that the moment you two got together. “And I’ll be there for you xiao, I knew that when we first got together.” You hugged him tighter, but that’s when you noticed it. “But… have you been drinking xiao?” He looked up at you, making a face that made you giggle. “What? No, why do you think that.” He mumbled. “Because, you’re never this straightforward unless I force you. And you’re more open to my affection.”

He sighed, tired to argue which was unlike him. He stayed in your arms, wanting to you feel your warmth. He wished the two do you could stay like this for an eternity, holding one another knowing that you will stay by his side no matter what.

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post…

[kpopjamstick]

∆ WHAT KIND OF PARTNER SVT MEMBERS WILL BE DURING SEX ∆

»S.Coups: Dominate partner…like please we all know that he is the male alpha who likes to dominate and discipline his 12 other little pups…nothing will be different in the bedroom. Therefore remember to be a good girl when he asks you for it or else you'll be in for multiple rounds. But he'll turn into a fluff ball almost immediately after you're done.

»Jeonghan: Oh man! This guy is sadistic af…if you don't think he is sadistic, then you're probably from Mars. He will have his lazy graze on you while edging you to the point that you're a fucking mess. Seeing you crying and begging for him will only further boost his ego. Hence don't let this angel in disguise fool you.

»Joshua: Discipline. As we all know our gentle-sexy man shua is a very soft person. But when it comes to sex….he very much like to set certain rules as he does not want you to get hurt or feel pain. But if you being a brat try to break the rules....then he won't hesitate to punish you either. But overall I see him as a submissive partner.

»Jun: This man is getting bulk everyday and he is not afraid to admit the fact that he is pervert of the group. Apart from his cutely weird personality, he is a total daddy material and he is so into bongage that the idea of tying you down on the headboard of the bed with a rope/ handcuffs is enough to make him cum within 10 seconds. This man is basically always ready to have sex, anytime and anywhere. 

»Hoshi: have you ever noticed his thighs or abs while he is performing? If you haven't, then you probably should before he hits your G-spot like a truck and wreck your ass down. This man has a lot of stamina and he won't hesitate to demonstrate while you two are in bed. He is also very Dom but sometimes wouldn't mind being sub just for you.

»Wonwoo: Besides his lazy yet calm composure , Wonwoo is a very Dom person. Unlike Jun, he would not be always up for sex. But once you slip into that sexy nightdress he specially brought for you will immensely turn him on, and it will be very foolish of his S/O to think that he'll have mercy on him/her. 

»Woozi: His go to go line will be "oh shit this is red too" as he'll pin you down in bed and keep giving you hickeys everywhere that there's no more room left for any. As being the producer, he'll always be eager to try new thing. Therefore he'll be so into sex toys, and the thought of him using them on you will just turn him on.

»DK: He is a sensitive baby, he'll just melt down simply by your touch. He is definately a sub and he is into bondage but it's the other way around. He'll absolutely go head over heels for you, when you'll look straight into his eyes as he's tied up with a silk rope and you are slowly pumping him. Will be so into it that it'll send in a state of paradise. He'll be a whining mess and will always promise to be the best boy for you.

»Mingyu: He is a bigggg boy and in front of his stature you can't help yourself to feel small. He definitely knows the effect he has on you. But speaking honestly, let's admit that our baby giant gyu is still a clumsy lust stricken puppy so as long as his needs are taken care of he's ready to wag his tail and bark for you. He'll be just more than happy to get off despite of the way…as long as he's able to fuck you dumb he is the winner. He is definitely a switch between Dom and sub. 

»The8: He is a very sensible and sensitive guy. I cannot imagine him hurting you or causing you any discomfort. I feel like he'll be so disciplined while having sex and set rules beforehand. He'll be so cautious that if you try to break the set rules then you might not able to get off at all. 

»Seungkwan: He is a very sensitive boy but I feel like he would loveeeee to try bondage with his partner. Either of them restrained and the other trying every way possible to reach the climax….oh he'll probably cry!

»Vernon: I can honestly feel this boy being a soft submissive baby for his partner….he would love when his partner just blindfold him and make him touch every part of his partner's body…. he'll be sooo horny that you'll be in for a lonnnnngggg night!

»Dino: Dino is sooo experienced tolerating his 12 hyungs, so I think temperature play would be a thing for him…. making his partner cry out of pleasure will be his mission…. moreover he got some moves and I hope that no one underestimates his stamina!!!

[heliads]

higher and higher - annabeth chase x calypso

Annabeth crash lands on Ogygia instead of Leo. It's not great, having to spend that much time with Calypso, especially when Annabeth's breakup with Percy is still fresh in her mind. It's not great, knowing that Calypso is never going to fall in love with Annabeth so she can leave. Right?

masterlist

a/n: almost two months since my last fic and i come back with a rarepair absolutely no one expected. who can explain? certainly not me! anyway i love you all xoxo, will try to post more in the future <3

Annabeth remembers falling.

That’s one of the first thoughts that flickers into her head after the slow rise up from unconsciousness. It is important that Annabeth is not falling, because she had been for a long time. Long enough to kill, maybe. Long enough for it to be startling that she could have been flung on a fall like that and still manage to survive.

Then again, maybe she didn’t. Annabeth cracks open one of her eyes and sees a bright blue sky overhead. Sunny, picturesque. Straight out of an advertisement. Annabeth is suddenly flung back to a memory of when she was seven and going to die after running away from home. She’d been with Luke and Thalia. They’d paused their flighty trip at a rest stop for truckers. There’d been a gas station and accompanying convenience store. Annabeth was in charge of distracting the attendant by being seven years old and cute while Thalia and Luke loaded up their pockets with snacks.

While looking adorable, Annabeth had noticed a carousel of postcards from all over the world– temples, mosques, pyramids, the like. The one that caught her eye was a beach with strawberry striped umbrellas propped on pearly sand. Looping writing in the printed sky wrote, Wish you were here! Seven year old Annabeth had indeed wished to be there, in a cookie cutter world where monsters didn’t exist and fathers believed their daughters every time. She’d walked away from the gas station holding that picture in her mind, wondering if she’d ever find a place that perfect.

Now, blinking incredulously at the tropical warmth around her, Annabeth honestly thinks she might have stumbled upon that place after all. Annabeth’s hands dig into heated sand as she tries to sit up, head pounding. Maybe she has died. Maybe this is Elysium. Maybe she died falling, and this is her reward for years of good work.

No, no. Her soul would have to get judged first, and that, Annabeth would remember. There’s no fast-tracking it to Elysium, even as a hero. The Greeks are sticklers for their rules. There’s no way she could just wake up already in the paradise of the dead. Besides, Annabeth knows for a fact that she would never accept to just go to Elysium. She, Thalia, and Luke made a pact that they would all try for the Isle of the Blest, and Annabeth has never been one to shy away from a promise. Certainly not one made to them.

She’s not dead, then, but how? More memories start piecing themselves together in Annabeth’s brain, jigsaw shapes fitting into place. She had been falling from the sky. Falling from the Argo II, knocked off after Khione attacked. Annabeth remembers the air suddenly turning a frigid cold, then all crumbling into chaos. Leo had been knocked overboard, but she dove for him just in time, knowing that they’d need someone with his fiery spirit to save the ship from freezing. The momentum had been too much for her, though, and she’d only ended up trading her safe place on the ship for Leo’s tumble off the edge.

Annabeth remembers her hands scrambling for purchase, but finding none. She remembers the ship falling away in moments, disappearing into a distant speck in the sky. She had been falling forever, and closed her eyes to pretend the impact would never happen. There should have been nothing but endless, open ocean below her, but Annabeth swears something shifted her course towards wherever she is now. A familiar presence, perhaps. She will do anything to convince herself it was Athena, making up for years of nothing, but in the end, it could have been anything at all.

Dizziness subsided for the most part, Annabeth attempts to stand and makes it on the second go. She has to force her hands to her knees and bend over in shaking, sweating misery for a few moments, but her head clears again and her spine straightens.

The sight before her makes about as much sense as the tumult of colors behind her eyes when she stood up too fast. There is ocean as far as the horizon stretches, endless waves of perfect cerulean blue. The only land in sight is beneath Annabeth’s feet. Glancing around her, Annabeth realizes she’s on what must be an island, but she wasn’t aware places like this existed outside of Photoshop. It looks like a paradise. Annabeth freezes momentarily, reminded of C.C.’s Spa and Resort, white dresses and guinea pigs, but that place burned down when they released the pirates.

Besides, this island is different. Annabeth knows this intuitively, feels the truth of it like breathing. She’s never been here before, but she wishes she had. There’s no sight of anyone around, save for carefully cultivated garden beds. Annabeth detects the faint scent of something beautiful carried to her on the salt breeze. It’s far more poignant than any daisy or rose, but it’s somehow familiar as well. Annabeth can’t imagine how anything here could possibly be back at camp or in the States, but then the wind shifts towards her again, carrying the floral scent more persuasively, and– oh Gods, she knows where she is now. Percy has that plant growing in the fire escape. Moonlace, from where he was trapped all those years ago, where Annabeth must be trapped as well.

This is Ogygia.

She isn’t supposed to be here, that much is obvious. Annabeth can’t remember Calypso ever falling in love with a woman. Always male travelers, always love unrequited. This was never in the myths, which probably means she’ll never get out of here. Maybe Annabeth was wrong about Athena directing her this way after all. Maybe it was Gaea or one of her accomplices, scheming to stick Annabeth the one place she couldn’t escape, tricking her into the one puzzle even a gifted daughter of Athena couldn’t solve. It would be clever, except it makes Annabeth hopeless.

No. No, she won’t lose hope, not yet. Annabeth will find a way out. That’s the whole point of being one of Athena’s supposed favorites. She’s the smart one on the quest, the one with the plan. Even if Annabeth has never had to scheme her way out of a magical island designed to trap her, that’ll just make it more exciting when she does manage it. Talk about a story to add to the books.

Annabeth turns her back on the sparkling water and heads further towards the center of the island. She’ll need fresh water and food to keep her mind alert. The goal is to avoid Calypso for as long as possible, although Annabeth is assuming the Titan’s daughter already knows she’s here and is simply avoiding her.

Fine by Annabeth. She doesn’t want any part of this, either. The sooner she gets out, the better. If she can find fire, maybe Annabeth can sacrifice part of her meal like back at camp and try to get a message through to her mom, or any other god who might be able to help her. She remembers Hermes visited Odysseus on Ogygia in the Odyssey, maybe that would do it. And Hermes owes her, anyway. For Luke. For all of them.

There’s a cluster of buildings about a five minute walk from the beach. The ground under Annabeth’s feet transforms from warm sand to lush grass dotted with wildflowers. The sun still beams happily overhead, but the heat is bearable due to the shade of tall trees curving towards the light above. The shelter from direct sun is a nice break on what is undoubtedly a bad sunburn developing on Annabeth’s shoulders, but enough light gets through to keep it pleasant and give the plants enough sunshine to grow. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect here. It makes her want to retch into a nearby flowerpot.

Annabeth had been hoping that Calypso would stay out of her way for a little longer, but she’s barely reached the threshold of the closest building before a voice behind her calls out haughtily, “Who are you?”

Annabeth, feeling oddly like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, turns around slowly. A girl seemingly around her age is standing on the path right behind her, even though Annabeth swears there hadn’t been a living soul around when she had walked up from the beach. Maybe the fall from the sky hurt her more than she’d thought, or maybe the nymph is using magic against her already.

Instead of answering immediately, Annabeth takes the time to size Calypso up. She thinks she remembers there being servants on this island the last time she brushed up on her myths, but she’s pretty sure they were invisible, and besides, she could tell this girl was the daughter of a Titan even without a formal introduction. Calypso radiates power in a quiet way, so unlike the harsh, obvious aura of the Olympians. The girl before her was alive centuries before Annabeth was even the tiniest notion in Athena’s head, and she will continue to draw breath in the millennia after Annabeth’s thin thread of life winds to a close.

Calypso continues to stare her down, wind tugging gently at her white tunic. “I asked you a question,” Calypso says coldly.

“I’m your latest visitor,” Annabeth says, meeting her gaze steadily. “Calypso, I assume?”

Calypso arches a brow. “You’ve heard of me?”

“I’m familiar with your island,” Annabeth says.

Calypso narrows her eyes. “Impossible, you’ve never been here before. Only male travelers are unfortunate enough to crash upon my shores.”

“Yet I’m here anyway,” Annabeth counters. “Any idea why?”

Calypso folds her arms across her chest. “No, and I’d like you to leave before I find out.”

Annabeth makes a disbelieving sound. “Any ideas for that? I’d welcome anything but swimming.”

“Pity,” Calypso drawls. “My last visitor was a son of Poseidon. Bet he could have done it.”

Annabeth can’t help it but flinch at the mention of Percy. It’s not like she wanted to, she gets the feeling that Calypso would draw blood at any chink in the armor Annabeth let slip. It’s just that the last few weeks have been hard, really hard. As hard as anyone would expect if they were trapped on a trireme in the sky with five other demigods and their ex boyfriend.

It’s been several months since she broke up with Percy, so at least the wound isn’t fresh. Still, Annabeth feels like she’s walking on eggshells whenever they’re within a few feet of each other. Whatever uneasy truce they managed to eke out post-breakup was obliterated when Percy vanished from Camp Half-Blood. In her tumultuous, self-destructive search to find him, Annabeth almost managed to convince herself that she might be able to love him again when he turned up, but when she arrived at Camp Jupiter, all she felt was the same, numbing sort of fine. She didn’t love him. Not like she was supposed to.

That just made it worse, then, stuck on the same boat. They’re trying to pretend everything is normal, but normal is the last word Annabeth would use to describe the current vibe between them. Now is not the time to explore her precise feelings about the breakup, not when a dormant earth goddess is about to wake and destroy the world. Annabeth’s stubborn heart, however, refuses to cooperate, and try as she might, she can’t think of Percy in a neutral light. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

So, hearing Calypso casually reference him, as if Percy were just another boy in her life with absolutely no tie to Annabeth whatsoever, cuts straight to the bone. Annabeth remembers when Percy disappeared on this island. She remembers the flower he brought back with him. She also remembers kissing him right before he vanished, and wondering how the same gesture that made his cheeks turn so pink didn’t even make her heart skip a beat.

Annabeth tries to remain unaffected, but Calypso clearly caught the flinch. The nymph leans forward inquisitively, and then her eyes widen with shock when she realizes. “No. You’re her, aren’t you? The one he left me to find. You’re Annabeth.”

Something sick twists in Annabeth’s gut to think that, even all those years ago, Percy was evidently talking about her enough for Calypso to remember her name. They say he’d been head over heels for Annabeth ever since he started at camp. When they first started dating, it was like a demigod celebrity couple, but Annabeth became the villain after they broke up. It got to the point that even Chiron was asking if Annabeth truly didn’t love Percy, a conversation neither the centaur nor herself really enjoyed. Like anyone wants someone akin to a parent asking about their love life.

The problem was, Annabeth did love Percy. Still does, just not romantically. She loves him like she loves Grover, like she loves Thalia. He’s her family. She couldn’t help the fact that they didn’t work out together in any other sense, even if no one else seems to understand that.

“Yes,” she says at last. “I’m Annabeth.”

Calypso stares a moment longer, then starts to laugh. “I can’t believe this. And here I was starting to think the gods didn’t have a sense of humor. I’m just starting to find my peace, and they send me you?”

“Look,” Annabeth says, feeling oddly irked even though she certainly has enough to say about the gods and their humor, “I didn’t ask for this, alright? I don’t care what you think about me, just get me out of here.”

Calypso’s eyes flash. “I can’t. Surely Percy mentioned that part, right? I have to fall in love. And that only works for male travelers, anyway. With my luck, you may be stuck here forever.”

Annabeth sucks in a breath. The fate of the quest is at hand, the fate of the whole world, and it could all be lost just because she’s stuck on Ogygia? “No. No. I need to leave now. My friends need me. Everything will be lost if I’m trapped on this island.”

Calypso laughs sardonically. “Now you get it, don’t you? Every time, it draws me mad. Some new upstart hero ruining my peace and quiet, then having the audacity to complain about how much they wish they could leave. I’ve been here for centuries. You think I don’t want to go, too? I deserve it more than you, anyway. I’ve been trapped here for thousands of your lifetimes. Trust me, daughter of Athena, you have no right to bemoan your fate.”

Annabeth feels her temper rearing up in the back of her throat, an ugly thing. Calypso stalks closer, taunting her. “But you don’t care about that, do you? You wish I could stay here forever, and not just because of my father. Aren’t you scared that I might leave this place and find Percy again? He talked about you a lot, Annabeth, but I bet he talked about me, too.”

Annabeth swallows back a hot curl of rage. “This little insult game solves nothing. You don’t even know me.”

“Oh, but I do,” Calypso smiles. “He told me all about you. I’ll tell you, though, by the end, he was thinking about staying. They always do. I planted that seed in his mind, the idea that he might remain here and never return. You might be able to break the curse and get out of here, but trust that I will follow, and trust that I will dog your heels until I find him again.”

Annabeth forces out a laugh, but it sounds less certain than Calypso’s. “The gods would cast you back to your pretty little island. They need me for their quests, but they hate the Titans more than they hate their own children. Only one of us is leaving, and surely the centuries have taught you the lesson of who that’ll be. And no, I’m not concerned about Percy, so make all the threats you want.”

Calypso’s proud grin slips a little, stung. “Why is that?”

“I thought you knew,” she says, “I had him the whole time.” Annabeth tosses her hair a little, justs her chin out in spite, and hates herself. 

Annabeth turns crisply on her heels and marches away. It doesn’t matter where she goes, so long as it’s far away. If the path in front of her doesn’t contain any presumptuous daughters of Titans, Annabeth will walk as far as her feet will carry her. 

Eventually, her mind clears of rage enough for Annabeth to start looking around her again. The sun has sunk somewhat in the sky, so it must be approaching evening. It rattles Annabeth that the boat hasn’t come yet; surely, the curse will know she’s not supposed to be here, and take her away. And if not that, they will find her on the Argo II. If there’s still an Argo II, of course. If Khione and the spirits didn’t rip it limb from limb. If those onboard still care enough to track her down.

Of course they will, and of course the ship is fine. They need her. Better yet, they want her. Annabeth will leave this beautiful prison if it’s the last thing she does. Her stomach rumbles, sending pangs of hunger through her. It’s probably been hours since she ate. Reluctantly, Annabeth turns back towards the center of the island, searching for fruit trees or anything edible. Calypso can stand and glare if she likes, but Annabeth isn’t just going to give up and die.

This time, when Annabeth’s feet stall at the threshold of one of Calypso’s buildings, no nymph appears to chase her away. She ducks inside, blinking at the sudden darkness. Lamps flare up on the walls, making her startle, but no one appears to be inside. That doesn’t mean anything, Annabeth reminds herself of how Calypso had surprised her earlier that day.

Even if Calypso is watching, Annabeth forces herself to ignore it. She finds food out on one of the tables, and since no one else appears to be around, helps herself. It’s good, and the dirty plates are gone the moment she’s done, whisked away by invisible hands. Annabeth drinks cold water and wonders what she’s supposed to do with herself.

The first idea is to attempt to contact Hermes. Annabeth snatches a piece of bread before one of the invisible servants can take it away and goes in search of fire. There’s a small cooking fire burning outside, the smoke curling up to the sky where the faintest of stars are just starting to pepper the oncoming night.

Annabeth holds her hand over the fire and lets the bread drop, sending a delicious aroma of char and yeasty goodness up to the heavens. Annabeth closes her eyes, imagining the messenger god in her mind.

“Hermes, if you’re listening, I could really use a way out. I know you’ve brought people out of here before. I’m needed in the quest. Please, I can’t stay here forever. Please.”

Annabeth finishes up her quick prayer, then opens her eyes, casting her head wildly up to the sky. Nothing. Worse, she doesn’t even feel that satisfied tug in her gut she usually gets after a prayer. Maybe Hermes didn’t hear her. Maybe she didn’t offer enough. There’s a fruit tree nearby, but before Annabeth can even think about adding some to the pyre, Calypso speaks out of the dusky darkness.

“He’s not going to come for you.”

“You don’t know that,” Annabeth says, eyeing the fruit tree in earnest now.

Calypso scoffs, emerging from the door opposite Annabeth’s structure. “I do. You really think you’re the first one to try that?”

Annabeth opens her mouth to argue before Calypso has even finished speaking, but she closes it again, because– she had thought she was the first. She had thought that Hermes would rescue her if she needed it, because the gods need her, right? They need her on the quest. They wouldn’t just leave her to this flowery rock and assume the others could handle one less hero with them, but of course they would. The gods have never cared about the semantics of mortals, only the end result of their deathly quests.

Annabeth looks away from Calypso and back at the fire, because it’s easier to stare until the fire casts white tendrils of white on the back of her eyes than face Calypso’s victory. The piece of bread is almost burned to bits by now, and still there is no evidence that her prayer was anything but ignored.

“Who tried?” She asks quietly. “To reach Hermes, I mean.”

Calypso chuckles softly. “Everyone since Odysseus.”

Annabeth closes her eyes in grief. “We all do the same things, then.”

“Of course,” the answer floats across the darkness of Annabeth’s shut lids. “You curse, then you pray. You get ignored. You try to escape but you can’t. Then you give up, and you let me love you. And then you leave.”

Annabeth opens her eyes. Calypso seems brighter than usual compared to how dark it was when she wouldn’t look. “I won’t give up.”

“You will,” Calypso says, but it isn’t cruel, surprisingly. Just tired, like she’s heard this story a hundred times before, every single hero who thought they could break the prophecy and failed.

Annabeth won’t be another number. This, she promises herself, staring up at how the stars unfurl against the darkening sky. It’s beautiful here, truly. Almost enough to convince someone that it would be worthwhile to stay. But Annabeth has a life outside of Ogygia, and she’s coming back for it, no matter who tries to write her out.

The next few days are frustrating, full of dead ends and worthless ventures. Annabeth walks all over the island, trying to find the boat or something she could use to get out of here, but nothing. The raft does not appear. Hermes does not answer her, not even in a dream. It becomes increasingly evident that there will be no Hail Mary, no saving grace, to pull Annabeth out. If she escapes, it will be due to her own ingenuity and nothing else.

For the billionth time since she crash-landed on Ogygia, Annabeth wishes she still had Daedalus’ laptop with her. With that tool on her side, she could have come up with a design in a heartbeat, and probably had the time to play a few rounds of solitaire on the journey out. Maybe even the laptop could figure out the puzzle of why she’s here, who put her here, or the most captivating riddle of all, Calypso herself.

After that first fight, they don’t argue anymore, not really. Annabeth respects her space and Calypso doesn’t try to insult her. The invisible servants bring Annabeth food and drink. She finds fresh clothes in her size. And, on the evening of the third day, Calypso steals out of her house and joins Annabeth on the shore, staring up at the stars and hoping for any prayer of a rescue.

“You haven’t given up yet,” Calypso notes.

“No, but it’s tempting,” Annabeth admits. She’s used to long puzzles, questions without answers. All by herself, though, knowing her friends are out there needing her, the stress only makes her frazzled.

Calypso lifts a graceful shoulder. “This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in a difficult situation. Percy said you were great at it.”

Again, Annabeth flinches at the mention of his name. This time, Calypso doesn’t look triumphant at the reaction, but slightly concerned. “You always look worried when I bring him up,” the nymph mentions. “When he was here, he seemed very happy to say your name.”

Annabeth sighs. Several yards away, the waves crash against the shore, dark with night. “That was a long time ago. A lot has changed.”

Calypso frowns. “Don’t tell me your quest caused an argument. I’ve seen stories like yours, daughter of Athena. One bad turn does not a failed journey make.”

Annabeth fixes her eyes on the horizon. Steady and resolute, the endless line of water seems more forgiving than the rush of blood to her head when she says, “The journey ended before it started. We separated a while back.”

Calypso actually sits bolt upright, genuinely surprised. Annabeth thinks it’s the most unnerved Calypso has looked the entirety of Annabeth’s stay on the island. “No. The way he talked about you– I’ve never seen a man more in love. Except Odysseus, maybe. I knew he was a lost cause and I still fell in love. Was it the quest that split you?”

Calypso seems eager to keep asking questions, but she bites her tongue before long. Still, the unspoken queries seem to pour out into the air, dark as wine against the shining sand:  What makes two demigods stop loving each other? What makes a story like that stop working?

In the end, Annabeth can’t answer. Even she doesn’t know. She has this persistent idea every now and then that she should try again, like tackling a math problem when her solution doesn’t match the answer key, but she gets the feeling Percy would hate their relationship being compared to a piece of calculus homework. She just didn’t love him enough. That was it. Maybe something is wrong with Annabeth. It wouldn’t be a first.

“We were already broken up by the time this quest started,” Annabeth says listlessly. “Before he even went to New Rome, actually. When he first disappeared– I thought it was because he wanted some space, you know? We’d separated a few days before that.”

Calypso frowns. “But from what Percy told me, the two of you weren’t together yet when he was here. Not officially, at least. How short was the relationship?”

“Very,” Annabeth says wryly. “We spent far more time leading up to it than actually committing. The idea was better in theory, I guess. Most things are. We were only dating for a couple of months, and we started fizzling out halfway through. Turns out we were better as friends.”

Calypso hums under her breath. It’s an ancient tune, probably; Annabeth doesn’t recognize it, and the sorrow in the notes seems far older than a tune she could have heard on the radio. “That seems like a waste. All that time of dodging around each other’s feelings, and you couldn’t even make it last.”

Annabeth rushes to her feet, feeling like a snarling wild cat. “It wasn’t a waste. Nothing about the two of us was a waste. We just weren’t as good of a match as everyone thought, that’s all. It doesn’t mean we were bad. We just weren’t built to last as a couple.”

“As a couple?” Calypso asks, arching a brow. “And you’re perfectly fine as battle partners now? There’s no shred of hesitation between you two? Funny, from the way Percy talked, I didn’t think you’d be able to be in the same room together after ending things.”

“You don’t know a thing about us,” Annabeth hisses. “Judge us all you like, but you have no idea what it’s like. Being trapped on this island with boys flung at your feet once every century is a poor excuse for real conversation.”

Calypso’s eyes flash. “You’re the one who doesn’t understand. Mortals, always so obsessed with themselves. If you had the benefit of centuries of hindsight, you’d hold onto the good things, even when you grew tired of them. You think every love has to be life-changing, every high everlasting. This is immortality. Nothing is as good as you want it. Grow up, Annabeth Chase, and realize that you have to settle for what you can get.”

Annabeth’s lip curls. “What a way to live. I’d rather die at sixty than have centuries of nothingness.”

Calypso gets to her feet as well, daintily brushing sand off her chiton. The gesture is meant to be elegant, but Annabeth swears her hands are shaking. “Get off this island as soon as you can, and you’ll get the chance. If monsters don’t kill you by thirty, I’ll believe in miracles again.”

Annabeth scoffs and turns back to the water, refusing to look back at Calypso until soft footsteps pad away, leaving her alone on the beach again. All of a sudden, the wind feels cold, and Annabeth has to hug her arms around herself to maintain warmth. She sits back down, but her cozy place on the sand no longer seems half so inviting. She ends up retreating to the structure she’s been using as her quarters, and spends a long and lonely night wishing for sleep that only comes in fitful whispers.

Calypso is cold and distant the next day. Annabeth puts up with it until midday, when she caves and walks over to her. The nymph regards her with wary eyes, but seems to warm up when Annabeth manages an apology for her outburst. Annabeth isn’t sure if Calypso will accept her words, but she seems glad enough that her only other visible companion has some semblance of dignity. When a bowl of freshly cut fruit appears by her side later that day, Annabeth knows she is forgiven.

She’s glad for the snack, too. Annabeth has begun work in earnest on a raft. She remembers Leo’s pointers when he was building the Argo II, and even if she isn’t going to the lengths of a trireme, it’s still a good exercise in mathematics to calculate the length of her lumber pieces, the precise angles of the rope needed to control the sails.

Calypso has taken to dropping by and offering input. Sometimes, it’s useful, and sometimes, it’s just to point out that her woodcutting is sloppy. Annabeth rolls her eyes and Calypso giggles. It’s not mean-spirited, and when Annabeth “accidentally” splashes her with water while trying to get the raft in the water for a test run, Calypso is so incredulous that Annabeth laughs, too. A lot.

After many failed attempts, Annabeth gets the thing in the water for real. She’ll still have to do some tugging on the mast to get it to stay up, but the logs she’s lashed together seem fairly stable. Calypso watches from the shore as Annabeth carefully clambers aboard and sits on her creation.

“That’s the least stable vessel I’ve ever seen,” Calypso comments, shading her eyes from the sun.

Annabeth just laughs. “My competition is Odysseus or a child of Poseidon. I’m proud anyway.” She extends a hand out to Calypso. “Want to see how stable it is?”

Calypso snorts. “I’ll drown.”

“Not a chance,” Annabeth protests. “My calculations are precise. Come on, I need to know if it’ll survive.”

Calypso gives the makeshift raft one last tenuous glance, then gathers up her chiton around her waist and makes a running leap into the water. The raft isn’t far from sand in case the ties broke and sent Annabeth and the logs tumbling into the sea, so Calypso makes the jump, just barely. She does send the raft into a rocking frenzy, and Annabeth has to grab her and pull her to a seat so they’re not both knocked overboard. 

For a moment, they freeze there, Annabeth’s hands on Calypso’s shoulders. She’s unable to do anything but stare at her fingers splayed across the nymph’s skin. She thinks this is the first time they’ve touched beyond accidental brushing of fingers as tools are passed back and forth. Calypso’s skin is warmed by the sun and smells of cinnamon. By contrast, Annabeth, having already ventured into the sea a few times today, feels cold through and through, her stomach a pit of sinking ice. Calypso shivers, and Annabeth has the all-consuming thought that it must be because of her, even though the day is so warm and a human should be warm too, relatively. Still, she doesn’t pull away, not until she remembers too late that they’re not supposed to be doing this.

Annabeth snatches her hands guiltily, suddenly sure that the gods must be watching even though they’ve been steadily ignoring her this whole time. The raft bobs along, carried aimlessly by the tide. Calypso’s eyes are hooked on Annabeth’s face, and it is only with great reluctance that they turn away and towards the open sea again.

Annabeth shifts slightly so they’re sitting side by side, staring the same way towards the horizon. “How far can you go from shore?” She asks.

“Not much farther,” Calypso answers. “A dozen paces, maybe. Then I stop. I’ve tried sailing away with the others, but the raft won’t leave if I’m on it.”

“Mine will,” Annabeth says, suddenly sure of herself. “If you leave with me, we could go together.”

Calypso sighs, her expression wistful. “I can’t. I’ve tried.”

“Try again,” Annabeth says, suddenly insistent. “The gods aren’t looking.”

“They always are,” Calypso spits. “They take when I’m happy and they hate it when I get what I want. Now that you’ve said it, they’ll send you away.” A shadow passes over her face, and Calypso turns abruptly away, refusing to let Annabeth see the truth in her eyes any longer. “Take me back,” she announces. “I’ve been off-shore too long. The servants will get anxious.”

Annabeth wants to protest, but the look on Calypso’s face, screwed up and resolute save for a high point of heat on her cheeks, tells her otherwise. Silently, Annabeth paddles them back to shore. The moment they’re within reach of the sand, Calypso leaps again, her feet catching the water and hurrying out like it was poisonous. Atlas’ daughter is gone by the time Annabeth lands, no more than a distant speck on the horizon when she’s tied the raft to shore to stop it from floating away.

Annabeth spends the rest of the afternoon securing the mast and sails. Her rudder is decent, if rudimentary, and it is with careful hope that she tells Calypso at dinner that night, “I think I can head out tomorrow morning.”

Instantly, Calypso stiffens head to toe. “Impossible,” she says, voice oddly light despite the tense look on her face. “It was hardly more than a pile of sticks today.”

“We floated on it,” Annabeth reminds her. “I got the sail up, I’m sure you saw me. I want to give it a go tomorrow. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me out of your hair?”

Calypso pushes her plate away, even though Annabeth notices she’s hardly eaten a bite. “It’s risky. I don’t want your body washing up on my shores.”

Annabeth, ever prideful, feels a defense of her workmanship rising to her tongue, but Calypso is staring so intently at the table before her that the indignant words deflate before they’re ever spoken. Instead, she reaches over and places her hand lightly on Calypso’s shoulder. Again, her skin feels warm to the touch, even hot. Annabeth has the odd thought that if she kept her hands on Calypso for a long time, she could let that heat filter through her, warming her blood, making her feel alive again.

“It’s going to be alright,” Annabeth assures her. “Have some faith, won’t you? The gods won’t let me drown if they think there’s a chance I could rejoin the quest.”

“I have no faith in the gods,” Calypso spits out.

“How about me?” Annabeth asks.

A pause. “Yes.”

Annabeth breathes out. “They’ll call that blasphemy.”

She isn’t sure why she cares. As if she hasn’t spent enough time wondering why the gods care so little for their children. As if she hasn’t grown up enough to understand why Luke did what he did, and worse, to almost wish he had succeeded. Gods, she misses him all the time. Worse, she misses who she could have been if he had never left her at all.

“I’ll have you forgive me, then,” Calypso says crisply.

She stands suddenly. The invisible hands clear away her plate. “I’ll leave you to your meal.”

Gripped with a sudden fear, Annabeth reaches out, catching at her chiton. “Wait. Don’t.”

Calypso stops at once, like she had been waiting for it. “Why?”

Annabeth lifts a shoulder. “It’s our last day. Come on, you can stand to talk to me for one more night, can’t you?”

The ghost of a smile touches on Calypso’s lips, and she sits back down opposite Annabeth. “Well? What do you want to talk about?”

“You,” Annabeth says. “Tell me about the island. Your favorite parts, what you love, what you hate. The stuff the myths got wrong. I want to know everything.”

“Children of Athena,” Calypso muses teasingly, “You love your information, don’t you?”

Annabeth just laughs. “Give it to me, then, and I’ll stop asking.”

Calypso hums. “You’ve never stopped before.”

Still, she starts to talk, and although she’s a little nervous at first, the stories start to roll off her tongue, one after another. The visitors she’s had. The occasional visits from the gods. The dreams she gets, of her father and what her father sees. Calypso even mentions memories from before the first war with the gods, before she had been sentenced to Ogygia. There is no doubt that Calypso has experienced the highs and lows of immortality, and contains within her far more memories than most mortals, but Annabeth cannot shake the feeling that each story seems tinged with sadness. To be so far from her family, every other living soul– Annabeth wouldn’t want it for the world. Yet Calypso is trapped here regardless.

Calypso urges her to go to bed early that night to be ready for the next morning. Annabeth agrees, but cannot help but cast a final glance over the midnight beach. She’ll be glad to leave, obviously, but she’ll still miss the deep blue waves, and maybe see the pearlescent sands in her dreams in the months from now. She’ll lie fast asleep, dreaming of the closest she’d ever come to peace, walking a perfect paradise with a beautiful girl who laughed at her jokes and let Annabeth sink deep in her own mind when she needed it.

Despite an attempt to get some rest, Annabeth finds herself staying up late that night, not from lack of trying but a simple inability to calm her mind. She’s going to be gone from this place tomorrow, gone forever. That’s how the myth goes, isn’t it? Once a traveler leaves Ogygia, they can never find it again. Calypso has assured her of this many times, yet tonight, Annabeth cannot live with herself thinking it’s true.

It’s not the island she’s worried about missing, Annabeth realizes, it’s the girl. She doesn’t want to leave Calypso behind. It’s not pity for a life in chains, it’s a genuine regret. Calypso will forever be the most enchanting puzzle that Annabeth could never solve, and it will drive her mad her entire life.

This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. Annabeth is meant to escape and never think of this place again, but she can tell that won’t happen. The guilt and regret will eat her alive. Calypso, a million miles away, and Annabeth, unable to sleep without dreaming of a girl with skin like silk and an irresistible scent of cinnamon, coaxing at Annabeth’s laugh, pulling her under with one smile. This isn’t what she was supposed to do. But it happens anyway. Thus is the way of the demigods. It’s always a mortal, to think themselves beyond a prophecy. Annabeth is no exception. She never has been.

She remembers something Jason had told her once, cooped up on the Argo II waiting for the time to pass. Just because a story is expected to go one way doesn’t mean that’s how you want to tell it. He’d been talking about himself and Piper, how everyone expected them to stay together because they were young and decently attractive yet Jason didn’t want to play along with Hera’s plotline forever, but somehow Annabeth thinks the sentiment rings true for her, too. 

When dawn comes, Annabeth forces herself to get up. Calypso has packed her a bag of fruit, water, and other essentials. They stand on the beach in front of the raft, but neither of them can move a muscle.

“You should go before it gets too hot,” Calypso whispers.

“I should,” Annabeth repeats.

She looks over at Calypso. The girl’s shoulders are firm and resolute, but all Annabeth can think about is a glass sculpture one touch away from shattering. She drops the bag of supplies on the ground and throws her arms around Calypso before she can be chastised for getting sand on the fruit. Calypso freezes one moment, then melts around her, tucking her face into Annabeth’s neck.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Calypso admits, her breath fluttering against Annabeth’s collarbone.

“I can take you with me,” Annabeth says. She’s almost begging now, pleading against her better judgment and the suppressing knowledge that there is nothing she can do. “They can’t stop me. You can come home with me. See the camp. See anything you want.”

Slowly, carefully, Calypso pulls herself away. Annabeth feels cold again. “You know I can’t,” Calypso whispers. Fresh tears begin to course over her cheeks, and even as Annabeth tries to wipe them away, more come anew.

“We can try,” Annabeth implores. “It’s a puzzle, I can solve it.”

“Not this one,” Calypso sighs. “You have to let me go. Now, before it’s too late.”

Annabeth opens her mouth to argue, but the sound of the waves lapping against something distracts her, and she turns to see that another raft has pulled up beside her makeshift one. Annabeth’s workmanship pales in comparison, but she doesn’t even care, because if the real one has come, then that means–

“You love me,” Annabeth says in a broken whisper.

Calypso nods, looking away. “You should go.”

“How can I?” Annabeth asks, voice threatening to crack. “How can I leave you like this?”

Calypso’s eyes latch on hers, suddenly firm. “You will, because they all do. Time will make it better. You’ll forget about this place.”

“I never will,” Annabeth vows. “I promise, I’ll come back for you. I don’t care that travelers can’t come back. The gods said male travelers, didn’t they? I’ve already broken the rules by being here. I’ll break them again. I will come back for you, Calypso. I’ll come back for you and you’ll never see this place again. Not even in your dreams.”

Calypso starts crying again, and Annabeth can’t bear it anymore. To stop it, she leans forward, meaning to wipe away the tears, but she forgets halfway through and kisses her instead, kisses the girl she’s had all to herself in paradise these past few weeks. Calypso tastes like her uncle’s stolen fire, like the burn of her father’s prophecies. Annabeth wants to spend the rest of her life kissing her, but Calypso is taking her by the wrists, pressing kisses to the veins then urging her towards the water. The tide is cold around her ankles. Annabeth wants Calypso to warm her up again. She thinks she’ll be cold her entire life if Calypso isn’t there beside her, hand in hers, eyes soft and careful.

The wind is picking up. “Now,” Calypso pleads. “Before they stop you.”

Annabeth forces herself onto the magical raft. “I’ll find you,” she shouts. “I promise.”

The sail catches at the gusts, snapping full and carrying her away. Calypso is turning into a distant freckle against the beach. She’s saying something, but Annabeth can’t hear over the sound of her own pleading. Just one more moment. Just one more word.

Ogygia is gone. The sea is all Annabeth knows. At some point, perhaps today, perhaps never, she’ll dock at a city in Malta. The others will find her. She’ll be okay, and she will spend every night dreaming of an island no one can find with a young woman no one knows. It will drive her mad, more than any puzzle or question ever has.

And then, on a day very far from now, Annabeth will sail a ship and get lost on purpose, so lost that she ends up at an island that no one can find. Someone will be waiting for her. Someone who isn’t afraid of being jailed anymore, and is more afraid that Annabeth can’t leave fast enough. The world will be saved, the earth goddess vanquished. The sky will be clear, and Calypso will never go back to Ogygia again. That, in the end, is all they’ve ever wanted, and they’ll get it, too. For once, the gods will smile on them. It will be perfect.

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[fanmoose12]

Hi there! I've got a high school castes Levihan prompt for you, should you choose to receive it.

It's based on the 'I was talking crap about teacher A to teacher B and here they are at Target holding hands' idea! Maybe in this version Hange's a science teacher and Levi is the neurotic janitor. Who would have sensed the danger in venting about the janitor's psychotic standards on cleanliness and school rules to Hange? Who would have thought that those 2, in fact, had a little secret something going on...? Looking forward to what you come up with!

Jean is fucked.

Jean is so, so fucked, and not even in the good way, not in the way he would have preferred to, not by a certain gorgeous black-haired beauty with eyes as magnificent as dark sky on a cloudless night, who would absolutely destroy him, at least, according to the fantasies that replay through his mind every time he makes it (and his hand) wander.

No, he's fucked in a cruel, merciless way, in a way that makes his knees tremble and his heart beat way too fast at the mere thought about it.

Honestly, Jean kinda wants to run straight to his mother, to hide behind her back and bury himself in her warm and safe (and that is his absolute priority) arms.

But he is seventeen years old, he's all grown-up. Wise beyond his years. Smart, incredibly brave. And very, very handsome. If his mother is to be believed. Which she absolutely must be. She wouldn't lie to him, right?

After all, mothers know their children best and all that.

So, grown-up, smart, incredibly brave and very, very handsome Jean doesn't allow himself to seek protection. He doesn't rush in his mother's arms, doesn't hide or quiver. He stands up tall, looks the danger right into its eyes, and-

Runs as far from it as fast he can, abandoning the snacks he's been craving throughout the whole day.

He'll probably have to later apologize about it to the poor girl, who tirelessly works at this store. He will do just that, beg her for forgiveness, get on his knees if she'd wish to, even volunteer to cover a shift or two for her.

But right now- his life is in grave danger, and Jean runs away, forgetting about sense, logic, honor and all those things that his mother was trying so hard to breed in him.

He runs until he's out of breath, until his legs all but give out. And stops only, when a familiar-looking house appears in his view.

It's Yeager's, because of course it is. Evidently, it's yet another sign that the universe is set on absolutely crushing him. Perhaps, it's a punishment, Jean thinks, for his incredible wit and unbelievably good looks.

But beggars can't be choosers, so loathe Eren though he does, Jean still knocks on the door of his house. Eren might be his mortal enemy and a jerk with a stupid face and ugly mouth that constantly spills out some bullshit, but Jean's situation is nothing short of dire, and he absolutely must vent his frustrations out to someone. And if fate decided that Yeager will be the one fulfilling the role of a willing listener, then so be it.

He can always punch that dickhead later, after he pours his heart and soul out to him.

It doesn't take long for his knocking to be answered, and, unexpectedly, Eren is not the one to open the door.

It's Mikasa, badass and beautiful Mikasa, who sets Jean's heart aflame like no other living person does. Even now, the sight of her takes his breath away, makes his heart flutter in a way it always does in her presence, although the glorious sensation is somewhat dulled by a prickle of resentment.

What is Mikasa doing at Yeager's house? Why does she never visit Jean? Are these two really-

His suspicions halt, as Mikasa's forehead creases with worry, and she asks in that gorgeous, deep voice of hers,

"Jean? Is everything alright?"

Mikasa's concern warms his heart, but the memory of the events that led him here serves as the metaphorical bucket of cold water that twists Jean's insides into a knot.

But he can't very well show it, not to Mikasa, the girl of his dreams, the absolute queen of his heart.

"Of course!" he lies blatantly, feeling proud - his voice didn't even waver, he didn't sound like that same pride is the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears. Good job, he congratulates himself after managing to put a hopefully convincing enough smile. "I just stopped by for- for a quick chat."

Mikasa's frown deepens. "With Eren?"

"Naturally," Jean says, before he can stop himself. "Me and him, we're great friends."

"If you say so..." Mikasa mumbles, sounding not at all convinced. But she does let him inside the house, and on a day that's already going horribly for him, Jean decides to count it as a win.

He follows Mikasa to Eren's room upstairs, and finds that she's not the only guest. Armin, Sasha and Connie are there too.

So all of them are hanging out together? And no one thought to invite him as well? What a bunch of traitors.

"Yo, Jean!" Sasha waves at him. She's lying on Eren's bed with her feet propped against the wall and head hanging upside down, and Jean debates if he should comment on it, but promptly decides against it. It's not the weirdest thing he's seen today, and definitely not the weirdest thing he's seen Sasha do.

"Hey, dude!" Connie turns to greet him too, eyeing him with an uncharacteristically thoughtful expression on his face. "Are you good?"

"You do look a little pale..." Armin chimes in.

Eren's the only one who doesn't at all react to Jean's arrival, opting to just glare menacingly at him. But he doesn't even try to throw him out of his house, and Jean is already grateful for that. If Eren wishes to just stare at him, that's more than fine with him. He's too emotionally drained to start another argument or even glare back at the boy.

He plops down on the floor next to Connie, and sighs so loudly and wearily that all eyes are instantly glued to him.

"Guys..." he begins, "There is something I need to tell you..."

"Oh!" Connie reacts instantly, beaming like it's a Christmas day. "You finally decided to come clean about your crush on Mikasa?"

Very quickly the room goes very quiet. And still. Jean promptly averts his eyes, doing all he can to summon a hole that will hopefully swallow him whole, while Mikasa fidgets with her skirt, a blush that Jean would have found absolutely breathtaking had he had the courage to look up at her, rapidly spreading on the apple of her cheeks.

"You idiot! That was supposed to be a secret!" Sasha hisses, smacking Connie's head. She probably meant to say it quietly, in a whisper that no one but Connie would be able to hear, but the universe hates Jean, so, of course, the whole room hears it.

The silence gets even more excruciating. It really is the worst day of his life. Jean can't even find it in himself to get mad at two dimwits he for some reason considers to be his best friends. He doesn't feel embarrassed too, not too much anyway.Mikasa now knows about his undying love for her, so what of it? His life is ruined anyway.

"Jean," Armin, kind and wonderful Armin, reaches out to him, offering a gentle smile and redirecting everyone's attention from the moment that will surely haunt Jean's nightmares for months to come. "You wanted to tell us something?"

And bringing it back to the moment that will haunt the rest of his now no doubt much shorter life.

But he came not just to feel sorry for himself. He came here to share his grievances, to warn the others to not repeat the mistake he's already made. He might as well spill it already.

"Well, yeah, you see, it's about janitor Levi..."

"That jerk?" Eren perks up. "I fucking hate that guy. He made me wash the floor of the whole east wing after I spilled some soda."

"Yeah, he's a bit intense," Sasha agrees. "He once threw out my burrito, because he said it stinks. I mean, who does that?"

"You think that's intense?" Connie exclaims. "He threatened to cut my dick off if he sees me missing the toilet once again."

"Well, he'd be right to do so, Connie," Sasha chides. "That's totally disgusting."

"I can't help it sometimes!"

"I've heard that he's actually a gangster," Armin says, interrupting Sasha and Connie's bickering. "And that's why he works at school. You know, so that'd be easier to sell drugs to the kids."

"He never offered me any drugs..." Connie complains. "You think that's because of the whole missing the toilet thing?"

Jean rolls his eyes at him, deciding to not dignify that nonsense with a reply. "What does it matter? What matters is that the guy is a psycho. I mean, you all agree with me, don't you?" He pauses, waits for everyone to nod their agreement, then continues, "Well, that's why I've shared some of our... mutual reservations about him to Hange-san. You know, just to vent out my frustration at the guy. And you know how Hange-san is totally cool and understanding, right?"

Once again, everyone murmurs their agreement.

"So, I ranted a bit about janitor Levi, maybe, called him names a few times... but Hange-san was laughing as I did so! Of course, they then told me that he's simply a complicated man and other stuff along those lines, but at the moment I thought they were just being professional and what not, but today I went to the store to buy some snacks, and I met Hange-san there, and janitor Levi was there too, and, well... they were holding hands and I think I even saw them share a quick kiss, like they were a couple or something..."

A chorus of 'Hange-san and janitor Levi?', 'holding hands?", 'a couple?' and a collective 'ew' erupts. Jean waits for it to settle down, before quietly inquiring,

"You don't think that Hange-san is plotting to kill me, right? I mean, as cool as they are, they're a bit crazy too, and I just insulted their boyfriend to their face, and they're a science teacher, they must know how to dispose of a body, I saw that on Breaking Bad, and..."

Jean's ranting, he knows, and maybe he's began hyperventilating too, and he's definitely in a desperate need of a hug, preferably from Mikasa, but all that he gets are sympathetic looks, and-

A scream from Yeager.

"Fuck!" he yells, beginning to pull at his hair with worrying ferocity. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I didn't know they were together! I thought they hated one another, what the fuck! Guys, I-" he pauses, then looks ahead like a man that's about to be hanged. "Just the other day, I... I kinda told janitor Levi that Hange-san is batshit crazy, and that they... stink worse than a monkey's poo."

The whole room is rendered speechless, everyone is gawking at Eren with a mix of shock, sympathy and premature grief. And Jean- Jean bursts out laughing.

He was wrong. He was so, so wrong. It's not the worst day of his life, far from it. It's definitely one of the better ones. And it's bound to get even greater - when he witnesses janitor Levi beating the living shit out of Yeager.

He reaches out to him, clasps his shoulder just a bit too forcefully. "My friend," he says, with a grin that's threatening to break his face. "You're so fucked."

[petrichor-idyllic]

To start, I love your writing

Can I request a Minho X male reader where the reader is like Thomas (wants to become a runner, gets rejected and then runs in the maze to save Alby and Minho). But instead of just running off, Minho gets protective of the reader and tries to keep the reader safe in the maze. Idk if that makes sense so dw if it doesn't

Aye absolutely I can. I refuse to believe that anyone in this franchise is straight. I mean, they were surrounded by only lads through their entire teen years- these boys ain't straight.

This is more action based than romantic, but there are some hints at feelings and I think this could easily be the start to a decent romance in the future.

STAY CLOSE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Masc!Reader. See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some violence.

You were going to be a Runner.

God damn it, you were. It didn't matter that Alby didn't think you were up to it, or Minho kept telling you to wait longer, or that Newt looked at you like you'd lost you mind.

You knew you were. One day, you were going to run the Maze. Even if no one believed you.

You couldn't explain it to anyone, but you're drawn to the Maze. It feels like you're meant to be out there, and you have to explore and decipher it.

And you may or may not have developed a small crush on the Keeper.

But that's not important.

Nothing to do with it.

Absolutely not.

I mean, Minho is somehow the perfect man. In a place like this- and he looks like that? It should be illegal, honestly.

He's also funny, and smart and athletic. You were a goner when you first saw him. The only problem is that you don't know if he likes you, or men, in general.

But anyway, you have other reasons you want to be a Runner. Though, having only been in the Glade for a couple of months, the chance of that is currently pretty slim.

And with Thomas coming up and immediately trying to do the same thing as you; you now have some competition. It doesn't help that Newt seems to have taken a shine to him, which gives him an advantage over you.

That is until Minho and Alby go out into the Maze. After Ben's Banishing, it's a common practice for them to track the boys' footsteps and make sure he's not out there suffering.

"What if they don't make it?" Thomas asks Newt as you stand with the other boys, Newt's gaze fixated on the Doors.

"They're gonna make it." That must be the fifth time you've heard him say that.

It's rare for days like this to go on this long. You've never experienced a Banishing before, but judging by everyone's morbid state- Minho and Alby should've been back long ago.

The time passes painfully slow, but you all end up standing in front of the open Doors, anxiously waiting.

The air is thick with worry, and everyone holds their breath. Numerous people look at Newt, trying to gauge his reaction since he knows them better than anyone.

"There!" Thomas points, just as Minho and Alby emmerge from behind the wall. Minho is struggling, clearly stressed as he's dragging an unconscious Alby.

Maybe you're an idiot, maybe you're brave- actually no, you're definitely a fool. But you can't stand by and let this happen. How could you? Your crush on Minho aside, he's one of, if not, the most valuable members of the Glade. If you have any chance of ever escaping the Maze- you need Minho. All of you do.

You run into the Maze as blurs of the Gladers shouting becomes static behind you. You know that none of them are going to go after them. You're new enough that the rules aren't some kind of daunting, all-commanding being to you yet like they are to them.

"Minho!" You shout, grinding to a halt as panic flashes across his face.

"(Y/N)? You can't-"

"Slim it, man, c'mon," you pull Alby's other arm over your shoulder, taking some of the weight off of the Keeper. Minho isn't going to leave Alby.

You know that. Even the Galders know that as they shout at you to abandon the Leader.

You manage to cover some ground as the actual size of the Maze dawns on you. Even the one corridor leading to the Glade is unfathomably huge.

Your hopes dwindle when the grumbling of the Doors sends a wave through the entire Glade.

Minho lets out some kind of animalistic war cry, his voice is rough and guttural. You're too busy focusing on Minho as he collapses to even notice Thomas pulling the same stunt as you until the Doors are fully closed.

"Good job," Minho spits, "you've both just killed yourselves."

"What?" Thomas mumbles, whilst you bring your hands to your head, struggling to process what's going on. The new boy scrambles to his feet, heavy breathing filling the now silent halls. "What happened to him?"

"What's it look like?" Minho's voice drips with anger. "He got stung."

"What happened to his head?"

"I did what I had to do."

The mechanical screeching from a Griever makes you physically jump, as you stand a few feet away from the other boys.

Minho groans as he stands, clearly exhausted and in pain.

"Okay, help me get him up," Thomas says, getting completely ignored.

"We gotta go. The Maze is already changing."

"Hey, Minho!" Thomas shouts, clearly braver than you as he seems to have some confidences whilst you've been stunned to silence. "We can't just leave him here."

Minho looks back as you come to Alby's side.

"He's right," you add, "he'd never leave us."

Minho is reluctant, but he begrudgingly agrees, walking over and helping you both scoop up Alby. It's not exactly easy, but the three of you just about manage.

You're too busy to talk, but the daunting thought plagues all of you, and eventually, Minho vocalises it. He drops Alby, groaning and you and Thomas copy him.

"This isn't gonna work," he breathing is heavy and he's twice as exhausted as you two. "We gotta go."

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Thomas sits by Alby's unconscious body. "We gotta do something- we gotta hide him!"

"Where?"

"I don't know- Minho, just think! You're telling me there's not a single place we could take him?"

Out of nowhere, Minho lashes forward, grabbing Thomas' shirt collar and slamming him into the wall behind him.

"Listen to me, shuck-face, alright? Take a look around- there's no where to go!" Minho lets go and Thomas looks petrified. The boy stands, almost like his rage shocked even him. "You don't get it, we're already dead."

Despite their arguing, you've been distracted by the ivy. It's thick and covers the entire wall. It looks sturdy, but the other boys are too busy arguing to notice you.

You ignore their bickering. "Hey, guys?" You get no response. "Guys!" They freeze, snapping to look at you. "I've got an idea."

Minho was quick to turn his nose up at the idea, but Thomas was beyond eager. Sure, using a physics rope mechanism out of ivy is up there, but what other choice did you have?

Thomas got to work collecting ivy one way, whilst you and Minho started harvesting from another area.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" Your word comes out as more of a grunt as you rip another branch off the wall.

"Stick with me, okay?"

"What?"

"Whatever happens, stay close to me, alright?"

"Why would I-?"

"Just do it, yeah? The Greenie is in over his head. We need to keep moving and even if your plan works, we're gonna have to split up eventually." He sighs, rubbing his brow. "So, just stay with me."

You hesitate for a second. You have no idea what Minho's going to do. Hell, you doubt he even does, but you eventually nod.

Minho doesn't really know what's going on in his own head. He's scared. The poor shank hasn't ever been more so. But, despite all that, he's overwhelmed with the urge to protect you. He doesn't understand his own feelings; he should be focusing on saving his own ass- not yours.

Alas, here he is.

Your plan is a surprising success, even if it takes a lot of effort to hurl Alby up the wall. And you had to pull off an impressive climbing feat to string him up in the first place.

But you're on the move now.

The three of you heave as you pull Alby up.

"Two, three," Minho counts you in before you yank once again. You're feeling confident, this seems to be actually working.

Only for the mechanical whirring of a Griever to be creeping around the corner.

Minho's grip loosens, one of his hands sliding up and grabbing your wrist from behind whilst you still hold on.

"What are doing?" Thomas gasps. "What are you doing?"

"We gotta go. We gotta go."

"No, no, no."

"No, we gotta go."

"Minho, we're nearly there," you object.

"Yeah, just a little more and we'll tie it off. Minho, stay with me, okay?" Thomas tries to convince him, but it's no use.

"I'm sorry, Greenie."

With little to no warning, Minho's grip on you tightens, yanking you towards him and dragging you with him.

"Minho! (Y/N)!" Thomas yells, but Minho's grip on you is iron and gives you you no chance to respond as you stumble to catch your feet. You have little choice but to sprint with him, picking up speed as guilt consumes you.

Eventually, you come to your senses, ripping your arm away. This makes Minho grind to a halt, not getting the opportunity to process before you push him in the chest.

"You useless prick!" You snap. "I can't believe you made us leave him!"

"Look," he pants, "I said I'd look out for you- and I did. If we stayed with him, we'd be dead!"

In all honesty, Minho knows he should've tried to at least grab Thomas, too. But the boy is far too stubborn and reckless for his own good. But he couldn't leave you. For some reason, he just couldn't. He said he'd look after you and he was going to, dammit, even if it killed him.

"You're meant to be the fucking Keeper! And, what? You pussy out when things get too scary? We have to go back!"

"We're not going back," Minho's voice is calmer, desperation starting to sink in, "Okay? We're not. We're dead if we even think of it."

"Thomas could be dead, anyway. Alby too. We went through all that for nothing- and Thomas ran in here to save your dumbass. So, I'm going back, even if you aren't."

With that, you turn on your heels, you footsteps fading as you hear Minho mumble something to himself. Until his heavy footsteps pick up behind you.

"I'm gonna kill you if we die," he grumbles as he joins you at your side. You scoff in response.

Making your way back, you look up, finding Minho strung up how you'd intended.

"Where's Thomas?"

"Beats me," Minho shrugs, "there was a Griever hanging around here though."

You glare at him, opening your mouth to speak when you hear Thomas scream. You don't hesitate to break into a sprint, Minho shouting after you before caving in and running after you.

You grind to a halt at the edge of a cliff, Minho hot on your heels. You both stare in awe as Thomas wrestles with a Griever, somehow dropping between its legs and leaving it tangled in the ivy.

"No shuckin' way," Minho mumbles to himself, both of you watching as Thomas runs off below you. "C'mon," he smacks you in the chest, "we'll meet him."

Once again, the pair of you take off sprinting through the Maze. Somehow, you're able to predict the way you're meant to be going, taking Minho's side instead of letting him lead the way.

Thomas is startled when he practicly runs into the pair of you.

"Crazy son of a bitch!" Minho laughs. "Come on!"

You and Thomas exchange concerned looks, but oblige regardless.

"The Maze is changing," he says as he slows, "we can lose it up here!"

You stick close to Minho as one of the walls starts to move towards you, sprinting down, only to realise Thomas hasn't followed you.

"Thomas! Come on!" You shout as he looks between you and back where you've just come from.

You hear him shout before he starts sprinting towards you, a Griever hot on his heels.

"Come on, Thomas!"

"Don't look back Greenie!"

For the second time today, Thomas is nearly crushed by a wall as he scoots through, the wall squishing the Griever like a bug just before it reaches the three of you.

The three of you stand there, stunned, staring at the gooey mess dribbling out of the crack in the wall.

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

"You're crazy, man!" You let out a laugh, playfully punching Thomas on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, what now?" Thomas turns to Minho.

"We lay low, keep moving, we'll come back for Alby when we see first light."

You all nod in agreements.

"Thank you, by the way," Minho says as you walk through the Maze. With no threat at present, there's no point wasting your precious energy.

"For what?" Thomas walks ahead, seemingly entranced by the Maze itself, so there's definitely no way he's eavesdropping.

"For making me come back- you were right, and now Tommy boy has killed a Griever. And for the scheme with Alby; some good quick thinkin' there shank."

"Yeah, well, being a Runner takes more than being fast, right?"

"Ah, so you do listen," you think you might be imagining it, but his tone sounds almost flirty, "you're still on this Runner klunk?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You sure? Tonight not put you off yet?"

"Nope. I want to be a Runner- this hasn't changed that."

"Well," he hums, "if we actually survive the rest of this shit show, I'll be sure to make you a Runner; first thing."

You stop walking, almost stunned by the comment. It makes sense, but it still makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"What?" He says as he slows to look back at you, casually walking backwards.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. Hell, if we get back to the Glade alive, I'll make Alby a shuckin' Runner."

Somehow, the remainder of the night is surprisingly uneventful. The three of you struggle but you manage to get Alby down.

Srambling to the Maze, you're all exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

But, as you hear the Doors open, starting to round the corner and hearing the cheers if the boys as they notice you, you suddenly feel more alive than you ever have.

"So," Minho struggles, trying not to drop his side of Alby, looking over his shoulder at you as you carry his legs, "you ready to be a Runner, dude?"

You grin at him. "Shuck yeah."

Sorry for the slow posting guys, I've been working a lot. Like I said before, this one isn't very romance based but the prompt wasn't romantic, so I worked with it.

I hope you liked this anyway :)

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 2

Ominis x MC

Summary - Trope, Trope, Trope…Did someone say Tri-wizard Cup? Of course you did!! Sebastian expresses his want to compete. Ominis and Eve think it’s a stupid idea…obviously.

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - None just a continuation of before, all characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 1260

~

Before Ominis could understand where he was, Why he was asleep in the common room or when Evelyn had gotten back, he had to contend with those exact same questions from Sebastian. When he had awoken he had found him, rather smugly, drinking his coffee sat next to him. He’d obviously made many lude jokes about sleeping with Evelyn and how fun their night must have been to not even make it to the dorms, but Ominis just shrugged them off, worried if he dwelled on thoughts like that for long he would turn pinker than Amortentia. He turned his attention to Evelyn.

She seemed just so peaceful lying in his lap. Ominis thought it would be a crime to move her, It was still early and exceptionally selfish on his behalf to wake her. He’d been awake for a few minutes now and was listening to Sebastian prattle on about…something. He wasn’t entirely sure. He was busy playing with Evelyn’s hair, the texture was so satisfying, and changed everyday. Straight, smooth, shaggy, up, down, her hair was never the same twice in a row…

“Are you even listening to me?!” Sebastian barked, his temper flaring as it was known to do

“Not really, no” Ominis replied, idly running the same lock of hair through his fingers over and over.

“You’re honestly impossible you know that right?” He dramatically slammed back into the sofa they shared

“Be careful!” He snapped “You’ll wake her”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, and took a sip from his mug. All of Sebastian’s dramatic displays must have stirred her, because Ominis felt her shift in his lap. Her hands padded around in confusion as to where she lay.

“Morning” Sebastian noticed her stirring and grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her legs up and onto his lap as he shuffled closer to them both.

“Merlin!” She jumped “What is wrong with you Sebastian?!” She hissed trying to keep a straight face

“What time did you get in last night?” Sebastian probed hoping for more details than Ominis was letting on

“About midnight why does it-“

“Tsk tsk Miss Hollow, breaking the rules. Whoever taught you that?”

“I wonder” she retorted “I was under professor instructions so actually, Mr Sallow, you’re the only filthy stop out here” she smiled picking her self up off Ominis and throwing her arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you Seb”

“Aw” he gushed “I’ve missed you too…ANYWAY…” he picked Evelyn up off of him like she was nothing and put her beside Ominis. She giggled as she was thrown back down onto the sofa.

Nothing pained Ominis more than the sounds of Evelyn happy…when he hadn’t caused it. He knew it was a horrible thing to think, but listening to Sebastian’s sounds of exertion and her gleeful giggles, it allowed his mind to wander. What was he doing? Was she sat on his lap? Was there something going on between the two of them that was unspoken and he just didn’t know? Did he prod her? Tickle her? Was it playful? Flirty? Did he…kiss her?

Merlin, he could not handle having her one second and her gone the next.

She is not yours he reminded himself you do not have her

As intuitive as a Legilimens, Evelyn always seemed to know when the littlest of things bothered him. He appreciated her soothing presence and this time it presented itself as a calming hand upon his thigh. She tapped him as though to say; You’re okay, and he simply…was. Truly magic.

“Evelyn, you are forgiven for not knowing this but Ominis you’ve just been moping about for weeks this shouldn’t be new information to you” Sebastian started, Ominis rolled his eyes he knew exactly what was going to come out of his mouth.

The Tri Wizard Tournament

“The Tri Wizard Tournament!” Sebastian continued “It’s here. In our last year. I think it’s a sign, truly”

“That’s wonderful” Evelyn said blankly “Quick, Ominis, tell me why I should care” Sebastian fell to his knees

“She’s muggle-born remember, she doesn’t know what that is” Ominis stifled a laugh

“It’s a grand tournament held by different wizarding schools each time and this time it’s at Hogwarts” he started, hands moving excitedly through the air as he painted a picture with words “Each school has a champion and they compete in different challenges throughout the school year. Whoever wins gets eternal glory for their school and a tasty amount of galleons for their trouble” his arms were wide as he bowed to an imaginary audience

“I take it you want to compete then?” Evelyn asked amused by his display

“I entered yesterday”

“You what?!” Ominis stood “Are you truly that stupid Sebastian”

“What’s the problem?” Evelyn asked confused

“He’s failing to point out how dangerous these ‘challenges’ are. People have died competing in the Tri Wizard Tournament. Its been officially cancelled numerous times and it keeps getting dragged back out of the mud”

“People have died playing Quidditch but you don’t shout at Imelda every time she grabs her broom”

“That’s different and you know it stop being so facetious”

“It’s not, Evelyn please” he clasped his hands together begging

“He might not get picked?” She offered unable to see any way out of this conversation. She shuffled her feet trying to distract her from yet another argument between the boys. Luckily it seemed to calm Ominis to some degree

“I suppose not. I just wish you’d have said something before hand…I…I don’t know. I’m going to freshen up, I didn’t exactly get the greatest nights sleep” Ominis said flatly before grabbing his wand and leaving.

Evelyn looked defeated. Had she disturbed him last night? He could have left her on that sofa, she wouldn’t have minded. But she should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything so ungentlemanly. She should have insisted they go to bed. She should have-

“Don’t worry, he’s not talking about you” Sebastian offered, downing the last of his coffee and summoning another pot to their table. She glanced around the common room suddenly feeling very exposed. First night back and she’s already involved in some Sallow / Gaunt drama.

“It’s just us” Sebastian answered “No one has seen you sleeping with Ominis” he mocked “no one will know. Not that everyone here doesn’t already think there’s something going on between you two” he took another sip of his fresh coffee

“Stop that!” She batted at his arm

“Ow!! Stop what?”

“Stop answering questions before I’ve asked them” she said weakly unable to pinpoint why she was angry. Too much information had been thrown at her within the first half an hour of her being awake. Luckily, Sebastian took no notice of her tantrum and instead pulled her in for a sideways hug. She curled up into a ball in the crook of his arm, hugging her legs as her head flopped on his shoulder.

“Answer me, honestly Sebastian, how dangerous is this tournament”

“It’s…” he sighed “on a scale of Summoners Court to Defeating Ranrok…it teeters closer to Ranrok” her head snapped back up at him. He offered her a cheesy smile with hopes of conveying how unbothered he was

“Are you serious? Sebastian you have to start looking out for yourself.”

“Look, I understand the risks but honestly…” he shrugged “I know you’re not going to let anything bad happen to me. Any of you. You, Ominis, Imelda, even Garreth would try something to help me out” he grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly “I know I can do this”

Masterlist

[wayward-sword]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :  Kinkoz Sagan

PRONOUNS :  He/Him

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION :  If you have me added on Discord, you can just shoot me a message there and I will attempt to be timely with responses. Otherwise, drop me a DM on here since I keep them open just in case.

NAME  OF  MUSE(S) : Zechariah, Aurora (both small doot and older doot), Traveler, Dunstan (not totally putting him last since I really only play him on request)

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) :  Pretty sure I started roleplaying at the age of 10 on a Zelda fansite's Java-coded chatroom built to mimic IRC, eventually moved onto AOL chatrooms, then AIM one-on-ones and chatrooms, then Yahoo Messenger one-on-ones until some weird parasocial drama made me abandon RP at the age of 15-16 until 2011 (age 20) or so when I got convinced to get back into it by a former friend by making a Tumblr. Got ghosted at every turn for a couple of months straight before giving up. Got convinced to come back a year or less later in 2012 and I've been here ever since.

BEST  EXPERIENCE : Honestly, those who have stuck with me the longest. Shay and eventually even Zero have been lights in the darkness for me and make me glad I've stuck it out this long, Scythe (despite no longer being on Tumblr) is someone I thought I got off on the wrong foot with when we first started interacting a while back and now he's one of my best buds even if we don't RP, I remain grateful Faty still puts up with me and is willing to engage with me, and Eli surprises me that I'm still able to find diamonds in the rough that is Tumblr.

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS : Couple of things I think I've developed over time that have become definite dealbreakers to me: For starters is when someone is clearly more interested in talking about their muses rather than actually... Writing their muses. It's fine to have your headcanons, it's fine to have your wishlists, it's fine to want to develop your character and come up with new ideas for them, but when you sit there and parade around your character as being this, that, and the other, and "Oh, when will people do (x) with my character??" ESPECIALLY and PARTICULARLY when you have someone who is actively trying to give you everything you're asking for and then some? I'm sorry, but there's no other reasonable way to interpret that other than a lack of interest. Like, you're free to explore your options, certainly, but at least TRY to give what you're getting back. Nothing's more disheartening than investing so much enthusiasm and effort into developing something only to end up constantly sidelined and disregarded. I'll admit I'm thinking of one very specific, recent example as I speak on this since that case was particularly egregious in that department, but it is something I've run into numerous times even on here as well to varying degrees.

Secondly, and as a general rule, I don't like it when someone is too pushy with a ship when your characters aren't exactly compatible. Now keep in mind this is coming from me who, even though I extol the virtues of discernment and discretion when it comes to shipping myself, I just as easily fall into shipping at the same rate if I feel like there's some potential there or you can make me see that potential. But when the spark just isn't there and we haven't remotely established anything at all, and you're constantly throwing your character at mine to hang off of mine and basically "strongarm" affection out of a muse who's going to try to be lenient about it at first, but eventually ends up repeatedly putting their foot down with the shenanigans only for it to keep happening? That's not "cute" or endearing and you're doing the polar opposite of "wearing them down". "No means no" is applicable to more than just one scenario. Again, a very specific, other recent example comes to mind as I write this, but it's also something I've run into numerous times in general as well.

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT : I like it all, although I have significantly less confidence in my smut and I'm really only keeping that material contained to private places with highly specific individuals at this point instead of really playing it out on here, which is how I think I'll continue to handle that matter from now on.

PLOTS  OR  MEMES :  Yes. I've always been more of an improvisational writer so memes have been more my speed when it comes to icebreakers and character development, but I'm trying to open myself up more to plotting and applying that "improv" style to that, so please feel free to hit me up if you have anything in mind and we can work on fleshing it out. Just be aware that I might sometimes be the type to give short answers if I'm totally on board with something and I can't really see any further input to give of my own. That's not because I'm not interested. It's because my interest has shifted more towards "Alright, let's start writing this out!" and not at all "Yeah cool whatever".

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES :  I do all styles. Short replies, long replies. I try to give what I get within reason.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Whenever. I will get to anything when I have the appropriate time (which is most of the time) and the drive to write (which has been a bit higher lately, hence why I've been staying on top of things).

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) :  I mean, in some ways, I put a little of myself into everything I write, so yes and no. But at the end of the day, I am not my characters and my characters are not 1:1 representations of myself.

tagged by: @sentofight (Thanks Faty.)

tagging: @lacedmagic (Just because), @charlotte-liddel, @dancingdevildemon, @zvri (Bing bong I obligate you for activity Wami lol), and in general if you see this, feel free to take it.

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 13 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 13.    Moving Forward

Hopper appeared just before lunch carrying two large dishes of food from Joyce. Steve had sent round a walkie ask earlier to see if anyone needed to go to the store like he did, and apparently that had made up Joyce’s mind to make sure the hoard at his house were fed. He made a mental note to pick up Joyce some things at the store when he went later, while he popped the casseroles in the oven to keep warm.

“Are you staying for some of this amazing smelling food?” Steve asked after he set the temperature and turned back to the ex-police chief hovering in his kitchen.

The kids were all currently in the backyard blowing off some steam since Steve and Eddie had both declared they were done for now. Robin was also outside, supposedly to make sure no one got themselves killed because Lucas was encouraging Dustin to try and climb a tree, but Steve was pretty sure she was egging them on.

“Well, mostly I came to deliver a message, but I could be persuaded,” Hopper replied.

“What’s up, Chief?” Eddie asked from where he was lounging in a chair.

“I spoke to Owens this morning before dropping in to talk to Powell,” Hopper said, which definitely caught Steve’s attention. “There is going to be a press conference this afternoon at five where Chief Powell is going to make it very clear, you are no longer a suspect in the murders in this town.”

Eddie sat up straight.

“How did you manage that?” Steve asked.

“Owens and his people are coming up with an airtight cover story,” Hopper told them, “and we haven’t ironed the details out yet, but it’s going to be something to do with the undercover angle we were using for me coming back from the dead.”

Steve remembered hearing something about that before they had all been allowed back to their homes, but he’d been a bit distracted since.

“I explained to Powell I couldn’t discuss the details yet, but how wrong this town was and that he needs to get on the right side of this story before he looks like a complete idiot,” Hopper went on. “He agreed when I mentioned the Feds.”

“So, I’m going to be free and clear?” Eddie asked, voice higher than normal and full of incredulity.

Steve didn’t blame him, after all the police had done nothing to help him so far.

“That’s the plan,” Hopper replied, “although you probably want to lie low for a while longer until we can get the full cover story out there and everyone gets the message.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie said, sitting back in his chair and staring into space for a while as if he was having trouble getting his head round that.

“So, Powell and Owens know Eddie is alive?” Steve asked as it occurred to him.

Hopper nodded.

“But they are the only two and it’s not going to be made public knowledge,” the man told them. “They needed to know so they realise how important this is. Clearing the name of a dead man isn’t as much of a priority.”

“Can I tell my uncle?” Eddie asked, leaning forward again.

“It might be danger…” Hopper started to say.

“We could bring him here,” Steve interrupted before Hopper could say no. “Hop, Wayne thinks Eddie is dead. If it was your kid, you’d want to know that wasn’t true, wouldn’t you?”

He’d heard the desperate edge in Eddie’s tone. While he had no idea what was going on in Eddie’s head, he could imagine. If it had been him, while he was in hiding, he wouldn’t have wanted to involve those he loved, but Hopper’s news changed all that for Eddie.

“Yeah,” Hopper said after a few seconds, “yeah, I would. But do it before the press conference if you can. The news people will no doubt want someone to talk to when this goes live, and Wayne Munson is the obvious candidate, so they will be looking for him.”

“How much can I tell him?” Eddie asked next.

“My cover story is I went undercover with the Feds,” Hopper replied, “but Owens hasn’t come up with the details yet. Apparently, he’s still working them out so the paper trail will stand up. We’ll work you in somehow, either as an innocent bystander caught up in it, or as a confidential informant or something, but until it’s finalised, go with ‘sorry I can’t talk about it yet’.”

“I don’t like lying to my uncle,” Eddie said, playing with his fingers as if he still had his rings on.

“Think of it as protecting him,” Hopper said. “The Upside Down might be closed off now, but just knowing about it puts people in danger.”

“Russians,” Steve muttered before he could stop himself.

“Yeah, and any other foreign or domestic power who decides opening a gate might be in their best interest,” Hopper agreed.

Eddie looked between them.

“Okay,” he said eventually, and Steve so wanted to walk over and give him a hug.

“I could take Dustin and track him down,” Steve said, already standing away from where he was leaning on the counter.

“Food first,” Hopper said before he could get ahead of himself. “He’s staying at the Palace Motel and he’s usually there or at the school. He shouldn’t be hard to find. Now I am going out there to make sure no one dies, because I just saw Henderson nearly fall out of a tree.”

As soon as Hopper walked out the back door muttering about damn kids, Steve stepped across to where Eddie was sitting.

“Okay?” he asked, reaching out to place a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“No more running from the law,” was the somewhat happy reply, but Eddie’s smile did not quite reach his eyes.

“It’s hard,” Steve said, because he was pretty sure he understood, “but Hop’s right, it keeps them safe.”

“But how do I explain where I’ve been?” Eddie asked. “What about when all this,” he gestured around himself, “goes back to normal and I wake him up in the middle of the night screaming?”

“Don’t lie,” was the best advice Steve could give. “Tell him you’ve been through hell, just don’t tell him how literal that was.”

“God, I hate this cloak and dagger bullshit,” Eddie said, staring at the floor.

“It gets easier,” Steve did his best to be reassuring. “Which should probably be worrying, but we’ve all been through it and we can help.”

“This is like your, what, fourth go round with all this shit?” Eddie asked.

“Fifth is you count the first confrontation with Vecna and his ultimate demise as separate events,” he replied, going for a lighter tone. “You’d think the government would be better at this by now.”

“Why should they worry when they have an elite force of battle toughened children to do it for them?” Eddie asked in his most sarcastic manner.

“Don’t ever call the kids that to their faces or we will never hear the end of it,” Steve said. “Can you imagine Dustin?”

“Yeah, an ego boost it not something that kid needs,” Eddie agreed, placing a hand over Steve’s and giving his fingers a light squeeze.

It wasn’t a resolution, but they were getting there.

~*~

“So,” Steve said, sitting down next to Hopper in the backyard, “how bad is it?”

Most of the others were inside now devouring Joyce’s offerings and just about everything else Steve had left in the house. He planned on fitting in a grocery run at some point in the afternoon or evening, depending on how long it took to track down Wayne Munson. When he’d seen Hopper sitting alone, he’d decided to broach the other subject on his mind.

Hopper sighed, taking another bite of his food before saying anything.

“It’s fine,” Hopper said, “as you can plainly see.”

Steve raised both his eyebrows and gave the other man a look.

“Hop,” he said, “you’re talking to the guy who learned how to mask a migraine that could knock out an elephant. So cut the crap.”

“You get migraines?” Hopper asked.

“I did,” he replied, “for a while after Billy and the plate, and then again after Starcourt. Lasted a couple of months each time. I guess now we know why they went away. But we aren’t talking about me.”

Hopper looked down at his food.

“What did you feel the other night?” Hopper asked eventually.

“Pain,” Steve admitted, “but nothing concrete, so you’re going to have to tell me.”

Another sigh answered his question.

“You can’t help me, Kid,” Hopper said, “Owens had his people give me a once over and things have healed wrong. It’s too late, there’s no putting it right without major surgery and even that would be doubtful.”

“They can’t put it right. What if I can?” he countered. “I can’t move things with my mind, well I can, but, yeah, definitely don’t want to try that again, but I can do this. I don’t understand it, but part of me must do. You could at least let me try.”

“Why? It’s just pain,” Hopper replied.

“Yeah, and no one deserves that,” Steve said. “And if that isn’t enough, think of it as an experiment.”

“For what?”

“For helping Max,” he replied, revealing the ace in his hand. “From what we’ve heard, she has what the doctors think are untreatable injuries too, she’s blind. If I can heal you, maybe I can heal her too, but I wouldn’t want to give her false hope, so, yeah, an experiment.”

Hopper glared at him.

“Fuck,” the man said under his breath. “You are a crafty bastard.”

Steve smiled his most devious smile.

“Just occasionally I take after my mother,” he replied. “I mean, don’t hold your breath for it to happen again, but mark it on the calendar.”

“Lord help us,” Hopper said and shook his head.

They fell into silence again for a while.

“So when might you plan on this experiment?” Hopper finally asked.

“You could come back tonight, after Eddie and Wayne have had their reunion,” Steve suggested.

“Isn’t that too soon?” Hopper said, frowning. “You raised the dead only yesterday.”

Steve gave Hopper a long cool look, the man had to have heard what he had to say about that at least three times the previous day.

“Okay, okay,” Hopper said, mouth twisting into something that vaguely resembled a smile, “no resurrections, but my point still stands.”

“I’m good,” Steve replied, “not, I’m fine, because we both know what that means, I really am good. It seems that as long as I consume my own body weight in food I bounce back. Honestly haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“You been healing yourself?” Hopper asked.

“Not consciously except when I healed where Eddie bit me,” he admitted (they filled Hopper in on their vampire investigations), “but my bites are almost completely gone, I can barely see where they were.”

He lifted the edge of his shirt. Where there had still been angry pink scar tissue before, there was almost smooth slightly discoloured skin. He’d noticed it in the mirror that morning, but he’d had more important things on his mind.

“I think, maybe, consciously acknowledging I have these powers kicked my instincts into gear to fix me without holding back,” he said with a small shrug. “I woke up like this today. They weren’t sore anymore yesterday, but they were still obvious.”

When he dropped his shirt again, Hopper shook his head and looked away for a moment.

“Waking miracles,” he just about heard the other man mutter to himself.

He gave Hopper whatever time he needed and waited for a proper response.

“You don’t have to,” Hopper started to say.

“I want to,” Steve said, shutting that down. “I kind of need to,” he admitted.

Hopper frowned in thought, but sighed again rather than voicing what he was actually thinking.

“For Max?” Hopper said after a few moments.

“For Max,” he agreed, because he was willing to pretend that was all it was if he had to.

“Tonight.”

He nodded and Hopper nodded back. They had a deal.

End of Chapter 13

Chapter 14

[conchelle]

Yeah I've been putting it off for a while. Lemme talk about Yorumorukimiri: Girl of Beginning. It's the third and final game of the series.

So. I've tried to write this post a couple times before but I never finished them because they were just too messy. Each time I devolved into some kind of deranged rant so I decided to put off writing until my thoughts were more organized.

To start things off, this game is at its best when it tries to be its own thing.

However, when it tries to be a sequel to the previous games, it really does just fall flat on its face.

So let's start with the good. The dynamics between most of the characters are pretty enjoyable. The game usually looks good. The segments in space are especially vibrant and nice to look at

I also like a lot of the character redesigns here. Characters getting brand new sprites and designs between games isn't too common in these games, but hey, I'm here for it. They fit the setting, and they look nice, too.

So those are my praises for the game.

Now time for the negatives.

To put it bluntly, as the end of ends to the Yorumorukimiri series this game just completely drops the ball.

In all honestly, I don't think the ending itself is bad. It does truly feel like the logical conclusion of what these past games were building up.

But holy shit the way the story goes about getting to this point is just...really bad. The amount of contradictions and retcons and straight up forgotten information between games is insane.

Unlike the previous game, Bond of Tails where the game was more of an alternate universe but still retained some of the same concepts and world rules, this game is a direct sequel to the first Yorumorukimiri and its just messy in that regard...

It's the kind of thing where if you haven't played the first game in a while, you would probably go through this one and think everything that happens makes sense. Until you actually look back and realize...wait- didn't this happen? So why would that happen?

The amount of blatantly outright wrong information in this game isn't something I can look over. It's not small things like a single detail being lost. It's existence of entire characters being forgotten and written out until the game just tells you that they probably died offscreen at some point.

In fact, a lot of things in this game happen offscreen. This game is extremely unfocused when it comes to its plot.

Unlike the previous games, where you would focus on a handful of characters that all have the same goal in mind more or less, this game is constantly hopping from multiple handfuls of characters, all with different goals and motivations, and unfortunately its not done in a way that's clever or interesting.

It just made it so I never really got a good feel for any of the characters or what they were trying accomplish. Like I genuinely couldn't tell you what any of their goals were.

There are two endings in this game. It's all determined from a choice at the very start. This game is about 14 hours, and there are pretty much 0 differences between the two routes. No change in dialogue, nothing. It especially didn't help that playing through the game a second time made me realize a lot of the plot holes and inconsistencies.

Honestly, I'm not really sure how to feel about this game. I don't even hate it or feel it was completely unnecessary. There's a lot of concepts and moments I like. There isn't really much I could firmly say that I absolutely hated, had things just been executed and thought through a little better, I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more.

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The Anniversary Effect. Chapter 2: The car ride.

Warnings: SH, emotional abuse, cheating, mentions of blood, suicide, scaring, trauma, ptsd, angst. So much angst. I think that's it. If there's anymore, please let me know!

Summary: you and your boyfriends relationship was falling apart. One mistaken night, you slept with of his best friends of 10 years. Trying to work through this, your friend group threw a party to try to get back everything back to "normal." Brush everything under the rug. That night, that rug got pulled right from under you. You felt something was coming. Floating around in the background. The uneasiness, growing anxiety. They say the body knows before the mind. You felt something was coming. Floating around in the background. The uneasiness, growing anxiety. They say the body knows before the mind.

You barely slipped into the passenger seat before your boyfriend, Jerrin, was already speeding out of the parking lot. Making your door slam shut in the process. Here we go you think to yourself. He's gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white. You know what's coming. The beratement, name calling, the yelling.

"You're a fucking piece of work you know that? The one thing I told you to do, the one thing that everyone told you to do, and you couldn't even do that! How fucking hard is it to follow one simple direction given straight to you huh?! Are you that fucking stupid?! I told you to stay the fuck away from! Are you that dumb of a bitch? Fucking answer me!" Holding back your tears, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, again. You choose anger instead of sadness this time to reply. " Fuck you! I didn't tell him to come outside! I hadn't spoken to him all night until that moment, Jerrin! I was outside alone until he stepped out to smoke. This isn't my fault!" "It's never your fault is it?! Shit just happens around you, right? Everyone else is to blame for poor ol you and your misfortune. You just have bad luck, right? Cursed or whatever? Did you ever think that you're the problem?! Anything bad happens, you're always somewhere involved. Your dad was right. You destroy everything you touch. Anything that happens to cross paths with you, you fuck up and destroy!" "HEY! Stop that shit right now!" Eddie yells from the backseat. "I know you're pissed man, but don't bring her dad into it. You and I both know that's a low blow." Jerrin just scoffs "fine, I'll leave that alone but otherwise, you stay out of this if you know what's good for you."

Eddie knew all about your dad, so did Jerrin. He was emotionally abusive. Always calling you names. Nothing you did was ever good enough for him. Both parents always compared you to your siblings. Being the middle child wasn't easy. They never noticed you unless you fucked up somehow. Made a mess of things. And when they did take notice of a accomplishment you achieved, it was always why can't you smart enough like so and so? Why can't you be as athletic, driven, or talented? You never felt good enough and Eddie knew this. He'd been there for you through it all. Him being your best friend since the 3rd grade, saw how your parents treated you. How your home life was messy. His was too. You only had each other to lean on, for comfort, for any sort of resemblance of stability, safety. You were each others lifeline and you made sure to stay that way well into adulthood. Sticking by each other no matter what. Full on honesty, no matter how hard it was to tell each other. That was the number one rule between you. Of course you didn't always agree with the others life choices. The occasional arguments would ensue due to your honesty policy with each other but you'd always appreciate it in the end. Honestly, it annoyed people how close you were, especially when it came to dating, but you didn't care. He was your family, the only family you ever needed, even if there was no blood relation.

"Don't you threaten him." Your tone low surprises everyone in the car, including yourself. Letting out a crazed cackle Jerrin turns to you "I should have known. It was always there, right in my goddamn face the whole time." Rolling your eyes "known what?" You huff already suspecting what he was getting at. "You're fucking him too, huh?" Now letting out your own laughter, pinching your forehead taking a deep breath before replying "you're fucking kidding me right? I'm such a slut now that im fucking everyone? It that it is? You can't seriously..." He cuts you off by slamming him hand against the dashboard "DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME! I know exactly how you are and yes, you are a slut. A fucking whore, actually. That why you insisted on Eddie living with us? Just couldn't be with out his dick huh? And when you couldn't get his or want mine, you fucked one of my oldest friends Sean huh? Is that it? I bet he's fucked you real good didn't he?" "Shut the fuck up man!" Eddie interjects. Jerrin just laughs as he turns to you. Tears begging to fall, he cups your chin to look at him faking his sincerity with the gesture. "Think your fuck buddy is getting angry back there. Oh, you gonna cry now? God, you so fucking pathetic sometimes." Shoving his hand away "fuck you, Jerrin! The only one who's pathetic here is you. You goddamn piece of shit! Just leave me alone." He just laughs again. As if any of this is humorous. The rest of the ride home is silent. Finally pulling up to your apartment, you practically jump out of the car bolting through your front door to your room. You know, it's only going to get worse from here.

@i-me-mine

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23oz

4:50pm - los angeles, ca

this weekend we're going to chicago to see sabrina and im pretty excited about it tbh. her show looks like it's gonna be a lot of fun and i think val is pretty stoked as well. honestly, i know sabrina is like every day that we talk we talk about it, so it'll be really nice to have fun. jacob is gonna be there too i think? i mean, i'm almost completely certain he will, but she asked if it was okay if he came too and we said yeah, it just hasn't been spoken about since then. to me that seems like a yeah, he'll be there but you never really know for sure.

the trip with val was a lot of fun i'm really excited for another one. then i have some shows in california this week before i actually have to leave for real. im excited and not at the same time. i dunno. it's gonna be a lot of fun and im excited about the bands we're touring with. i think i just have a bit of anxiety about it all. once im in it, i know it'll be a good time and i'll be happy. plus after halloween/the event i think val and maybe some other friends/people might stop by for a show or two. it'll be a good time. i just gotta get my head around it.

i helped eric move his shit to la and in with his sister. that was a pretty good time. you know, long drive and all that, but it was good to catch up on shit. plus it gave me an excuse to see val again before we go to chicago. there's just something special about sleeping in the room of the person you really like and care about, especially when they slip out for a second. i dunno, you just kind of look around and you're like yeah, im in with their stuff and i feel like this is where i should be. me and all of val's pillows.

i don't know how official it is, but rosalie floated the idea of me being a godfather to her kid. i pretty much agreed to it bc she wasn't looking to have the religious element attached, but we just kind of dropped it after that. i'm sure it'll come back up soon enough so we can confirm some shit. the only thing that feels kind of weird about it is that i know currently she doesn't have the best relationship with the baby's father and he's dating one of my closest friends and ive been meaning to make a better effort to speak to him and get to know him. i don't want either party to feel weird about that though. i know it's possible he may not be in his baby's life and i dunno if it's weird to be friendly with him and then godfather to his biological child that he doesn't see? i dunno. i'm kind of just trying to be empty headed about it bc it really has nothing to do with me in reality. i just don't want to make anyone feel weird or uncomfortable.

i kind of offhand i guess? maybe i was a bit more graceful about it, told val that i told sabrina i wouldn't be upset about them kissing this weekend. which really was just kind of a thing that sabrina teased about for awhile, more in the tone of stealing val away, but also in that i believe at least like, aesthetically they are both attracted to each other and i'm not really concerned there would be any repercussions from it happening and that brought up val asking if this was a specifically sabrina situation or if i didn't mind overall. which i didn't expect her to ask that and it threw me, actually made me a little nervous, but i told her i had initially just meant sabrina, but that i was open to talking beyond that if there was a need. in a very weak ass cards on the table kind of way, i was essentially like, it's not my intention to bring that in but if it was something that you felt would be helpful to you, especially with me potentially being gone for stretches, id never rule it out because she's the kind of person i want to keep around and being rigid about some small thing to the point of losing her would be a much bigger loss to me.

all that for her to say it's not something she needs or even wants, but it's nice that she has no issues bringing that kind of thing up and addressing potential issues straight on. it's really nice bc i do feel like she really listens and cares about how i feel about shit. it's nothing something she's just looking to like win and get her way on when shit comes up. i mean, i'm pretty certain we've more or less agreed on everything, or its felt that way for me. maybe there were some compromises with sex that have slipped my mind bc it didn't feel big enough to warrant being thought of in that way. but. it really feels like if we genuinely felt differently about something, she'd fully want to hear my side and not just enough to have solid rebuttal to get me to see her way as superior. it's really nice. i appreciate it a lot.

[zephyrrydrake]

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome to my blog! I hope you can enjoy whatever the heck I end up posting here!

Who are you?

If you know who Rydrake6 is, you know who I am. If you don't, I'll introduce myself really quick.

You can call me Zephyr. I'm a tiger/dragon hybrid who likes drawing, making music, writing, making games, and doing pretty much any creative thing you can think of. I'm an autistic trans man and a minor, and I've got way too many creative projects to work on.

Why does this blog exist?

This blog was made because I Reblog way too much stuff on my main. Which honestly isn't really a bad thing, but it is inconvenient when I'm trying to find something I posted like an audio or a piece of art and I have to scroll through a literal sea of reblogs to get to it. Other than that, I kind of always wanted a side blog where I don't have to worry about a brand and stuff. Speaking of which, I'm probably going to stop trying to make a brand out of myself and just create things like people are meant to do on the internet instead of being obsessed with numbers and the possibility of earning a living off of making stuff, but that's not a conversation for this post.

What's going to be posted here?

I don't have any particular idea for what I'm gonna post on this blog, just that there are going to be very few, if any, reblogs. Mainly because of the situation with my main blog. However, a few things that you can probably expect from this blog are looks at creative projects that I'm working on (Music, movies, shows, stories, drawings, ect.), Life stuff (Basically whatever I feel like talking about in my life. Nothing identifying though of course. I'm not stupid.), And probably a few shitpost and memes too. If I do Reblog stuff, you're probably gonna see me saying stuff at the bottom.

Boundaries TL;DR

So I realize that I have a bad habit of writing entire fucking essays when I should just keep it short and sweet, and my boundaries are no exception. So here's a quick summary of all of them.

If you're a bad person who supports bad things or you just make me uncomfortable, you're getting blocked.

Don't come into my askbox asking for money or donations.

You can DM me but I am a socially awkward weirdo due to years of isolation so watch out.

Boundries being broken = block.

Long version of my boundaries under the cut.

What are you doing in my house?

Irrelevant. Now lead me to your stash of waffle fries before I eat your firstborn instead.

Long version of the boundary list

Not sure how effective this section is gonna be. I've been told many times that DNIs don't work, but I'll include one anyways just because. It's less of a "Pwetty pwease don't look at my blog UwU" and more of a "If you're any of the things on this list I will block you on sight." So here are some ground rules.

DNI/You will be blocked on sight if you are a TERF, a racist, a transphobe, basically a bigot of any kind, a pedophile, a zoophile, a necrophile, pretty much if you have any kind of paraphilia that actively causes harm to someone or is just straight up gross, if you condone or consume loli/shotacon/cub content, if you condone or consume feral nsfw, if you are a trump supporter, if you are a zionist, or if you are a right winger of any kind. That's all I could think of for the DNI, you don't have to take it seriously I know that DNIs do not work. But I'm just putting this here so that you know that if you are any of the things on this list, you will be blocked on sight. This list is subject to change in the future.

Don't come into the askbox of this blog asking me to donate stuff or boost your posts. I'm not saying that I wouldn't do it, I'm just saying that I want to keep this blog to just being personal stuff. Normally I'd say go to my main blog, @rydrake6, but I'm taking a break right now to think about stuff.

My DMs are open, just don't be a dick. (Also keep in mind that I have pretty bad social anxiety and just bad social skills in general, or so I think, so I might be a little bit awkward.)

Breaking the boundaries listed above will lead to you getting blocked.