#asking the Greeks something at 3am

[gemsofgreece]

@Greeks and @Greek speakers who might have watched it, were you watching and is anyone interested in reading a post about Η Μάγισσα, the final fates of the characters, whether they pulled off the premise of “justice paid off”, maybe some assessment on the evilness and cleverness of certain characters?

Pls only Greek speakers vote so we don’t get any skewed results

(Post will have spoilers and be in English for the occasional interested Greek expat)

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

[miabebe]

Camp Seventeen: Chapter 1

Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (OC x 1 member? 1.5 members? 2 members? Idk man, please read and let me know)

Word count - 13K

Genre - Greek Demigod AU! We’ve got crack, smut (tags for the chapter are under the cut), fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!

Chapter summary - It's been a week since you stepped foot in Camp Seventeen - as you navigated the days trying to wrap your head around the 13 boys, one's touch and another's voice start to become a bit too bothersome....

A/n - And the series has finally kickstarted! Please read the prologue before this! I won't be revealing which member/s is in each chapter, I want you guys to find out as you read so I hope you have fun :) Big thanks to @okiedokrie and @c-oupsie for helping beta read this, y'all are the sweetest <3

I do have a taglist so comment/DM/send an ask to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3

Smut warnings - mutual masturbation, fingering, use of a very questionable dildo, is this considered cheating? Idk it's all blur here, jerking off, cum feeding, cum eating and I hope that's all?

“Fucking hell.” 

You mumbled, waking up the same way you had been for the last one week - startled and nearly jumping off your bed. 

While most people began their days to the ringing of alarm clocks (or roosters if they preferred the countryside), you regularly woke up to the sound of Seungcheol’s eagle screeching in your ear. 

Turning your head, you glanced at Zephyr perched on the window before it gave you a short nod of acknowledgement and flew off into the darkness. Yes darkness, because unlike most people, your day also began at 4 fucking am in the morning. 

Groaning and stretching, you sat up, holding back the large yawn that was threatening to pull you back to sleep. If Zephyr was here to wake you up, that meant you were late yet again and you hated that - you had done too many walks of shame to the training field and were in no mood to be conspicuously stared at by 13 boys as you stumbled over, carrying all your gear. 

Knowing you didn’t have enough time to drop by the washroom, you popped a mint and sprayed some deodorant before quickly grabbing your things and running out into the darkness. 

The sun was just starting to peek from between the mountains as the House Of Zeus became smaller and smaller behind you. Although you had a long list of concerns living with Seungcheol, an unbeatable advantage was how close his residence was to the training grounds. Still, you could somehow never manage to be punctual. By the time you reached, you were 15 minutes late and Seokmin had already begun the morning drills. 

“Two laps around the field newbie.” He muttered as you walked past him, habituated to receiving the same punishment everyday. 

While you begrudgingly jogged around the perimeter of the grounds, your mind wandered to everything and nothing that happened over the past few days. 

Life at camp so far had been…. strange. 

You would be lying if you said you were already accustomed to life here. You most certainly were not. And forget a week, not even a year could prepare you for what living in the wild was like. 

To begin with, there was no electricity here. That’s right, no lights, no air conditioning, no Internet, nothing. 

Member’s began their days at sunrise and ended it as sunset - after all nothing much could be done in the dim illuminance of the fire torches scattered all around the base. So of course for you, who functioned best from 1 to 3am, this archaic way of life was highly inconvenient. 

The only place that had even a trace of something technologically advanced was the Great Hall - some of the more brainy boys had managed to set up a small circuit for kitchen appliances, laundry machines, a small charging station and that was about it. Rumor was that Wonwoo's residence had its own circuit too, but no one could really confirm that intel - it was as though none of them had ever ventured into the House of Hades. 

And as though the lack of scientific inventions was not enough, showers…..were communal. Apparently it made more sense that water lines were directed to one common bath house rather than to each individual house. For them it was definitely more convenient to have the baths, jacuzzi and sauna all in one place, but for you that meant waiting everyday after training for the whole lot of them to be done washing up before you could do the same, with some privacy. 

Oh and speaking of privacy, in the last week you spent here, you had come to realize that in this all-boys-greek-mythology world, it was privacy that was the real myth. Obviously after years of living together the boys were close but sometimes, they were perhaps a tad bit too close - like the time you had walked in on Mingyu and Seokmin boxing in just their underwear or when Soonyoung and Seungkwan sat right next to you, loudly comparing their dick sizes. You usually drew the line at phallic discussions.

The one place on camp that perhaps gave you some alone time and space away from the mess that the boys were, was the library. Considering you had shifted the last year of your University to an online study, you had a shit ton of assignments to complete and that was the only place you were able to get anything done at all. It was like the boys didn’t even know the study building existed - no one cared enough to go there so yeah, maybe occasionally, you also allowed yourself to let down your hair, sing in your horribly off pitch voice and dance to beats from your walkman. Outside those four walls it was impossible for you to feel even a little peace and quiet. 

Surprisingly, not even the temple, which one would think would be a place of sanctity, was spared from the deviant actions of the boys. The altar was less a place of worship and more a place for bargains and exchange deals - it was the only way to connect to the gods, aka, the parents in Olympus. 

You had come to learn that just like the human world, not all God parents loved their kids the same - some members were regularly showered with gifts and goods, others would not receive so much as a response. You found yourself falling in the second half. Your father never cared for you in the human world and apparently, neither did your mother. 

Brushing off the thoughts of the woman you had thought was dead for the last 25 years, you wrapped up your punishment and joined the boys for morning exercises, ready to start yet another tiring day. 

“All done!” 

Joshua gave you a sweet smile as he stepped out of the bath house, rubbing the towel into his wet hair. Thanking him softly, you walked into the showers, stripped out of your clothes and turned on the hot water. The mud that Minghao had you rolling in today as part of combat training washed off as the heat worked to soothe your aching muscles. Lathering shampoo onto your scalp, you finally felt yourself relaxing, letting your favorite citrus smell take over your senses. Outside the bath house, you could hear Seungcheol raising his voice, instructing all the members to head for breakfast, loud footsteps following his words. 

Choi Seungcheol….. Living with him so far had been frustrating. 

When you first stepped into his residence, you told him that you’ve always lived alone so it might take you a while to adjust to living with someone and Seungcheol seemed to inwardly decide that giving you space was his life's purpose. After that, whenever you appeared before him, he politely greeted you and walked away. Whenever you stood as much as two feet near him he took a step back, like he didn't want to intrude on your personal space. Whenever you sat in his vicinity, he excused himself stating he'll give you some ‘me-time’. 

You wish he knew how much you were in fact craving for the exact opposite - You wanted Choi Seungcheol. God you so badly wanted him. 

It wasn't like you could just make a move on him because 

1.Hell no you didn't want him or anyone in this camp to realise just how (as Jihoon called it) thirsty you were and 

2. Seungcheol wasn’t just anybody, he was the leader. Members bowed to him when he walked by, even the companions, specially Patricia who listened to no one, obeyed him - anything and everything on this camp premises held him at the highest regard. You couldn't just walk up to such a man and tell him, “hey, you're hella hot and I'm hella attracted to you, I wish you would ravage me.”???? 

All you could hope was that Seungcheol somehow approached you on his own but that seemed questionable given the clear line he had drawn between the two of you. 

The one person you wished would actually draw a line was the first one to always cross it - Yoon Jeonghan. You knew he and Seungcheol were the same age and that they were close but you didn't understand just how close they had to be for Athena's son to barge into the leaders residence whenever he wanted? Even at times you were changing your clothes or lying casually on the bed in your night dresses that barely covered anything. 

The most infuriating part was Jeonghan did not ever apologize - he'd just laugh and walk away and you wanted to do nothing more than throw a shoe at him. For some reason he enjoyed getting on your nerves, he enjoyed making you angry and it wasn’t just you - in the last one week, it was evident that Jeonghan was a pain in everyone's ass but somehow they all adored him? You didn't get why they all seemed to love a man who always liked to pull their leg, never leaving any chance to fool them with his wit - you assumed they just preferred to be on his good side so all his harmless fun remained harmless. 

Even Joshua, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, seemed to have a soft spot for Jeonghan. 

When you asked him why he said before Jeonghan joined camp, Seungcheol was very uptight and ran the camp like a military barrack - it was the former’s pranks and carefree attitude that allowed members to be at ease. Though he was talking about Jeonghan, you knew what Joshua’s words truly reflected were his own good nature. He just seemed like the kind of guy who could do no wrong - like a pure, sweet soul. The days after you first arrived at camp it was Joshua who showed you around, guided you with everything and tried to make you feel at home. No one else really tried to get to know you as a person - they were all more interested about how and why you landed in their camp. 

It also helped that Joshua was extremely pleasant on the eyes - at times when you didn’t want to feel overburdened by thoughts, you loved to sit next to him and watch him work on his little craft for the day or write that new novel of his. Yes he was good looking and yes when he smiled, you felt dazzled, but it was his sweet disposition that made you choose his company over the other members.

On the days he would go off to the city for some work, the next best place you found yourself was on Jun’s farm. Not that he was particularly nice to you or anything, Jun was…. quiet. He seemed to always do his thing, not bothering anyone, only speaking when required. When the evenings rolled around, you liked to take Natalie on a walk to visit the man she had a big fat crush on. Honestly though, who wouldn’t have a crush on someone like Jun - though he was the one working in the fields, it was you who was sweating, just watching him. 

Although you did want to talk to him, try to get to know him a little bit, you chose not to - as someone who enjoyed the peace and quiet, you decided to let at least some member offer you that because guys like Soonyoung sure as hell could not. 

Soonyoung was…….. A teenager stuck in a man’s body. Oh yeah he was hot as hell - just the nice build with muscles popping in all the right places. He knew how to dress better than most people on camp too - if you had seen him somewhere else, you would have thought he was one of those cool kids you always saw on campus. 

But that image of him was destroyed the moment he sat on a Leopard and insisted it was a tiger. Over the last week, that was the predominant discussion between the two of you. That and his incessant flirting. Or rather, attempt to flirt. All he came across was cheesy, kinda humorous and loud. Extremely loud. 

Wonwoo on the other hand was as silent as the night. 

Most of the time you didn’t even know if and when he was around, it was like he was non-existent. The members too didn’t seem to bother much with what he did - you noticed he didn’t wash up with the others, often hitting the showers after you were done. He never came for any meals on time, he always stayed back, even after all the members dispersed for the day - he just seemed to function however he liked and no one questioned him. He never questioned you either - Not once did Wonwoo ever attempt to make conversation with you or even meet your eye. It was like he couldn’t care less and that wasn't very pleasant for you. 

Someone who seemed to care a lot though, was Jihoon. Oh Jihoo was quiet too, but somehow he had his eyes on everything. Everything you did, everything you saw, even everything you felt seemed to find its way into Jihoon’s radar - he just knew. It terrified you that he was able to see right through you but the good thing about Jihoon was that he generally kept his mouth shut and wasn’t too keen on discussing his observations. Regardless, his presence made you feel extremely conscious and a part of you often tried to not be alone with him, lest he could read your mind or something. 

As the last of the soap rinsed off you, you turned off the water and grabbed your towel, patting yourself down. Your body was sore and aching all over - Minghao said that was because you were not used to such combat routines and in a few months time you would get used to it but you weren’t really sure if you had it in you to tolerate all this for that long. 

You also still had no idea what exactly these skills were needed for but from the conversations you overheard, it sounded like some sort of competition? That was both unlikely and terrifying cause who really competed with swords and spears anymore but if it was true, then what the actual hell??? Minghao said he didn’t want to scare you with the details just yet and would explain everything when the time came. For now, you were to focus on building your core strength and basic self defense, in case the camp is ever attacked…. Yes, cause that is less scary, way to make one feel better. 

But that was the thing about Minghao - he did not have the habit of sugar coating things. He was honest with his feedback no matter how rude it sounded and though sometimes it did make you feel like shit, he also made sure to push you to do better. You knew if there was anyone you could approach for a real, unbiased opinion, it was him. 

The same could not be said for Mingyu though - everything that came out of his mouth was saccharine sweet to the point it actually annoyed you. There was no doubt he was a nice guy - he was handsome, goofy, really good with his hands, really really good with his brain but the same didn’t extend to his mouth. His style of getting your attention was to ceaselessly seek validation and unfortunately for him, you weren’t really someone who was great with words of affirmation. When he was not trying so hard to please though, Mingyu was truly the biggest sweetheart with the fattest, most caring heart you had ever come across - the kind one wanted to wrap in bubble wrap and tuck away safely. 

Seokmin too fell in the same category - the type who was so precious, it was hard to believe people like him even existed. The only reason you were able to survive these few weeks of training despite coming late was because Seokmin had your back every time Seungcheol wasn’t watching - allowing you to take breathers, overlooking the fact that you were doing less sets than you were supposed to, things of that sort. He was always sweet and calm, giving you soft smiles and sweet eye crinkles. 

With his members though, Seokmin was a whole different person - he was unnaturally loud, extremely energetic and all over the place. The problem was, you didn’t know which of the two was the real him. You weren’t really sure why but something told you Seokmin wasn’t the man he seemed like and a strange curiosity coursed through you every time you interacted with him. 

Seungkwan on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was exactly what he seemed like - always annoyed, unabashedly honest and unnecessarily snarky. In a way, you understood him - Seungkwan had the habit of taking on many things at once and keeping him unbelievably busy. In university, you too were like this - you took extra modules, signed up for multiple clubs, worked an internship alongside a couple of part time jobs and more. You liked to be occupied, to not allow yourself the room to think about what your life could have been otherwise. Maybe that’s why you saw yourself in Mr. Busy Boo - always roaming around with that bluetooth in his ear, attending some meeting or the other, frequently heading to the city to get work done - ‘rest’ was just not a word in his dictionary.

But even amidst all this business and even though his automated response was to snap back at people, he still managed to bond really well with the members despite having joined the camp only a few months before you had. It was like they all needed him to be their constant reality check. 

The one who you thought required his presence more than anyone was Hansol. A man like him whose entire personality was avoidant needed someone like Seungkwan who would drag him into everything forcibly. Hansol wasn’t like Wonwoo, who was unbothered, couldn’t care less and pretended like you didn’t exist. Hansol was well aware of your presence and chose to actively avoid you every time - if you remembered right, there were even instances when he had practically run away from you. Something was just weird about that guy. 

Perhaps the most normal of them all was Chan - actually he was just as loud and consistently blabbering much like some of the others but something about him made you feel very fond of him. Sure he was the same age as you but he felt like a child, always babied by his members, always grinning like a cheshire cat. And consequently, you too naturally babied him and Chan too enjoyed it - the two of you were perfectly content with your dynamic. 

If only you got that same feeling with everyone else……

As you grabbed your things and stepped out of the bath house fully dressed, Wonwoo was standing outside with a towel slung on his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. Without so much as looking at you, he walked past you, into the shower room, loudly shutting the door behind him. 

“Can you ever be on time?” Jeonghan sighed, handing you a plate of pancakes as you looked around realizing everyone was nearly done with breakfast. “It’s not my job to wait your table every morning.” 

“Until you lot arrange for me to have my own shower,”  You grabbed an apple, taking a bite into it as you sat at the extra long dining table. “I’m afraid this is exactly how late I will be everyday.” 

“You know what they say sweetie,” Soonyoung whisked the apple from your hand, taking a bite of his own. “If you can’t beat the crowd, join the crowd.”

You looked at him exasperatedly, knowing that he was just talking out of his ass. Maybe if it was someone else you'd be offended but seeing his childlike face and full cheeks, you were only mildly amused. 

“I'm more of the ‘don't join the crowd, let it follow you’ kinds.”

“Oh I'd follow you anywhere Y/n.” He sighed dreamily as you laughed, taking a bite out of your pancakes that were still too hot. 

“How about you start following your own girlfriend instead Kwon?” Minghao walked around the kitchen island shooting Soonyoung an unimpressed look. “Rumour is that she was seen outside the Dreamboys Disco and we all know exactly what one goes there for.”

“She's not my girlfriend anymore.” Soonyoung muttered. “We broke up.”

“Weren't you just planning an anniversary trip two days ago?” Seokmin looked at him quizzically. 

“Yeah then we argued over a location and she said it was better we broke up for a while.” 

“This is what, your third breakup this month?”

“Fifth.” He whispered sadly in a way that made you want to pat his back. “Sixth actually, if you count the one that lasted for 3 hours.” 

“I'll never understand these on again off again kind of relationships.” Seungkwan clicked his tongue, hurriedly grabbing a banana, balancing all the files in his hand. “The only thing it screams to me is disrespect.” 

“Okay Mr. Seung-I-am-the-son-of-Hera-and-marriage-is-the-way-of-life-Kwan” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “Not every traditional relationship is healthy, and not everything unconventional is toxic.”

“Yes, except yours is both unconventional and toxic.” Seungkwan scoffed, raising his hand before Soonyoung retaliated. “I can’t care enough right now, tiger boy, I’m already late. We can reschedule your relationship counseling session sometime later.” 

“How about never?” Soonyoung grumbled as Seungkwan rushed off, attending a call on his bluetooth. “Who’s idea was it for him to join the camp again?” 

“Mine.” Seungcheol slid onto the seat across you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?” 

“Nope.” Soonyoung shook his head fast. “Absolutely not.”

Smirking just a little, Seungcheol turned to you, sliding a couple pieces of chicken breast off his plate onto yours. “You need to eat more Y/n, that little won’t last you through the day.” 

“Same goes for you..” Jeonghan mumbled, placing a bottle of protein shake near Seungcheol who gave him a grateful smile. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jun increase the portion of chicken to buy on the huge shopping list scribbled on the white board.

If there was anything you absolutely loved about this camp, it was the brotherhood. No matter what each member was like individually, as a team, they loved and cared about each other immensely. You weren’t really sure if and when they could extend the same for you but having lived alone nearly all your life, a part of you craved to be one of them, to be cared for like that. 

“I won’t be able to make it for the meeting tonight.” Wonwoo, as usual, strolled in much later than you and no one, as usual, had any complaints with that. In fact rather uncharacteristically nicely, Jeonghan handed him breakfast, shooting him a worried look.

“Why, what’s wrong?” 

“I need to drop by the headquarters today.” He sighed, sitting a couple of seats away from you. “There’s an important official coming and apparently my presence is needed.” 

“Will you be back by nightfall?” Seungcheol asked, looking concerned. You knew why he was worried - if Wonwoo wasn’t there on camp grounds at night that meant all the members had to take their places on the perimeter to guard overnight. Sleep was not an option that night. 

“Yeah,” Wonwoo replied, not looking up. “I will just have to miss out on the meeting for the lawsuit.” 

Right that meeting. The one you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo, had been trying to have for days now to sort out the biggest mess of your life. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem, Nonu.” Mingyu patted his shoulder, shooting you a wink. “Y/n has other plans with me today anyways.” 

You frowned confused as Mingyu clarified. “You were going to finalise your house plan so I could start construction, remember?” 

Oh yeah, you had that too. 

“Awesome, then I can go to the city today.” Jeonghan clapped cheerily, taking his apron off. 

“You don’t work today though…..” Jun muttered, looking at the shortage in the lunch boxes he had packed. 

“Don’t worry about food, I got some friends to meet over lunch.” The older man shot him a two-fingered salute before jogging out of the dining hall, earning Seungcheol’s tired sigh. 

“I can never keep up with him-” 

“Cab leaves in five!” Chan shouted, poking his head through the window. 

The members around immediately stuffed the last of their breakfast, grabbing their things hurriedly, rushing out to get the front seat in Chan’s car. Afterall, the ones behind had to squeeze to fit themselves in and the one hour bumpy ride to the city was not fun. From their collective groans though you could tell Jeonghan had called shotgun - the asshole was lucky as usual. 

Seungcheol downed the last of his breakfast with a fond laugh before turning to you. 

“Have a nice day Y/n, I’ll see you later.” 

You tried not to smile back at him too widely as your eyes followed him leaving the premises. When you turned back to your meal, you could feel a set of eyes keenly looking at you. Looking up, you saw Jihoon staring at you with a small smirk, his expression all knowing. Gulping, you excused yourself from there. 

You stared at the blueprint before you, humming skeptically. 

“Are you still not happy with the design?” Mingyu sighed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know.” You drawled. “Something about it feels….off.” 

“Something about your own design that you made for your own house feels off?” 

“Gyu.” Joshua chastised, standing up from the couch and walking over to you. “Artists second guess their work all the time, have some patience.” 

“I am patient.” The bigger man pointed. “But she’s unbelievably indecisive.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You looked up at Mingyu guiltily. “It’s just, I’m wondering if having a bathroom in my residence is a good idea or if I should just have another small one built by the bath house? I mean think about it - my residence is so far from the training grounds and the dining hall, if I had to walk all this distance everyday, I’m only going to be more late-” 

“I get it.” Mingyu patted your back. “I get your concerns but the sooner we finalize this, the sooner I can get to building it and the sooner you can get out of Seungcheol’s house and into your own space.” 

Ahhh. 

Right. 

A part of you was thankful that Jihoon wasn’t a part of this discussion otherwise he would’ve seen right through your subtle attempts to delay this process. You didn’t want to be an inconvenience on purpose but….. You were just a girl and you wanted to get to know Cheol a little better. It didn’t help that he was barely ever at home, leaving at the crack of dawn for training and only returning very late at night, after he finished attending night school doing that stupid astronomy degree of his. The only time you ever got with him was on Sunday because members did not train on Sundays - everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. And you wanted to do Cheol. 

So far you only had the chance to spend one weekend alone with him and maybe just maybe if you pushed your house construction a little you’d have the chance for another weekend or two. Then perhaps, you’d be able to take this unresolved, unnecessary tension with him somewhere. 

“How about you take a few days and work on your plan again Y/n?” Joshua rolled up the large paper carefully, handing it to you. “Whenever you’re ready let me and Mingyu know - we’ll try and figure out the materials, budget, feasibility and all that.” 

“It’s times like this I miss Jeonghan’s brain.” Mingyu clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Where did he say he was off to again?” 

“When does he ever tell us?” Joshua mumbled. “He should be back by nightfall though. Jun said he needed help with the fertilizer composition and Han told him he would help.” 

“Wow, he’s capable of being useful.” You rolled your eyes, stashing the blueprint into your bag. Mingyu and Joshua laughed, amused.

“Jeonghan is always useful..” 

“We still haven’t managed to figure out a thing about my lawsuit and my hearing is in a few weeks-” 

“Han and Wonwoo will sort it out Y/n, don’t worry.” Joshua rubbed your arm comfortingly. “They’re the best one can ask for.” 

“Yeah except I can’t seem to ask Jeonghan for anything cause he’s a little bitch or ask Wonwoo anything because for that he would need to realise that I exist and I don’t think he does.” 

“Wonwoo hyung is….” Mingyu trailed off. “He’s a little hard to understand. Just give him some time. Once you figure him out, you’ll know why he’s like this.”

Exasperated, you shook your head and walked away. Time was the one thing you never seemed to have. 

Like always, as the sun began setting you glanced out of the window of the library catching sight of the varied hues in the sky. On the camp ground you could see Mingyu riding his big mechanical bull, lighting up the fire torches around for the night. Pulling out the lighter from your bag, you stared at the candles stacked in the middle of the table. 

Sighing you cast the lighter aside and snapped your fingers, watching the flames come to life in your hand, dancing across your palm. Stretching your fingers, and moving your hand around, you watched the orange yellow light just glide across your skin like it was a pretty accessory and not literal fire that should have obliterated your hand by now. 

Fire never did burn you - how could it when a mere thought could make it come alive in your hands. You first discovered this when you were 16 and accidentally dunking your hand in a pot full of boiling water did not leave so much as a scar. Even though you were unscathed you roamed around for a few days with a fully bandaged hand - the world would have thought you were some sort of freak otherwise. Over the years you tried to play with fire in many ways, just to test your limits, just to see how far you could go and each time, much to your own dismay, the limit didn’t exist. Each time proved just how much you didn’t fit in the world, just how much you deserved to be alone because you really were a freak. 

But that was until a few weeks ago. 

Until you discovered it wasn’t the inability to burn that was the true madness - it was your ability to create fire itself. 

From there things spiraled. You learnt you weren’t the anomaly but a part of a rather large group of such circus acts - a world completely hidden from your own. In a cascade of events you were thrown into camp seventeen out of no will of your own and now, this was your life, this was your world. 

Holding your flaming hand over your redrawn sketches you glanced at them. Thanks to the two boys yet again canceling the meeting with you, you found yourself working in the library earlier than usual, exhausted by the time the sun set. As you debated between working a little more or heading back, the door opening with a slow creak made the decision for you - if it was windy outside, it was most likely going to rain and you didn’t want to stay long enough to get drenched. Quickly dousing the flame and blowing out the candles, you grabbed all your things and saw your way out. 

In the darkness, the camp was quiet as usual. You figured most of the members must’ve retired to their residences for the night and when you reached the House of Zeus, surprisingly, so had Seungcheol. 

“Y-you’re home.” You stuttered, watching the shirtless man, doing sit ups in the middle of the living room in the dim golden light of the paraffin lamps. 

Evidently Seungcheol hadn’t expected your presence so soon either because at the sound of your voice, he got up with a jerk, pulling a muscle in his abdomen. 

“Cheol oh my god-” 

“You’re early.” He got up wincing, holding the side of his trunk. “I’m sorry I should have been doing this in my room-” 

“I mean, the whole house is yours-” 

“There’s a heavy rain forecast today, not really much astronomy I can do-” 

“Yeah I came back because of the rain too-” 

“Yeah me too….” Seungcheol trailed off realising how silly he sounded. 

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he attempted to put it on, groaning miserably at the pain shooting up his abdomen. Watching him struggle, you quickly dropped your things and tried to reach for him to help out, but just as your finger barely grazed over his skin, he stumbled back like he was electrocuted, pushing your hand away. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Cheol…. “ You frowned, confused. “I was just trying to help-” 

 “Seungcheol.” He corrected. “And I don’t need your help Y/n. Please just…. stay away from me.” 

You blinked at a complete loss of words at his unwarranted behaviour. Unsure about how you felt, you grabbed your bag from the floor, turned on your heel and walked out silently, the same way you came in. 

As usual, bad luck had followed you on your way out. 

Not only was your life miserable, the weather too decided to be a pain in your ass and it started drizzling the moment you stepped out of Seungcheol’s house. 

Even though the water was cold and you were shivering, you took off in the rain. You needed to get as far away from here as you could. 

You were such a fool. You should have known that Seungcheol wasn’t being nice or giving you your space, on the contrary he was keeping his distance, putting you at an arm’s length. It was evident today - not only was he uninterested, but somehow it seemed like your very presence was disturbing him in some way. 

And there was you who was always desperately wishing for the smallest interaction with him.. What an idiot. 

Hugging yourself, you walked further down the cobbled path. Tomorrow you were going to finalise your house plan with Mingyu and get out of Cheol’s house as soon as possible. But as much as you wanted to avoid him and pull yourself away, a part of you was still aching at the loss of something that you believed had a lot of potential. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn’t it have been someone like Mingyu - he was hot as hell and unlike his leader, he actively showed interest in you all the time. 

As you raised your head, Mingyu’s house loomed before you and your feet, as if they had a brain of their own, took you towards his mini mansion of a residence. That was until you saw Jihoon stepping out of the same place and instinctively took a swift u-turn. 

The last person who could see you right now was Jihoon - that man would read you like an open book and know exactly how fucking embarrased you were. Hoping to god he didn’t spot you, you quickly ran, entering the nearest gate for temporary refuge, till you got out of his sight. 

But in hindsight, perhaps falling in Jihoon’s line of vision was better than the situation you had landed yourself in….. You weren’t really sure who’s house you had trespassed until the low growling expressed just how much his companion disliked it. 

Horang. 

Realising you had quite literally thrown yourself into the den of a wild cat, you froze, praying that it didn’t notice you and you could slip out as easily as you slipped in. But before you could do anything, a hand grabbed you quickly, leading you into the neighbouring cottage, shutting the door behind you. 

“Are you insane?” Soonyoung looked at you confused, shaking the water off his hair. “Why would you enter Horang’s enclosure unless you wanted to be ripped apart.” 

“I didn’t know….” You rubbed your arms, generating heat. “I was just….trying to escape the rain.” 

“You should have knocked on my door then..” He muttered, disappearing for a split second, returning with a towel in his hand. “Horang isn’t used to you yet so please don’t venture near my tiger in my absence - he only listens to me.” 

You tried not to hyperfixate on the inappropriate labeling of Horang in the off chance that an annoyed Soonyoung threw you back out. Instead, you accepted his towel, patting yourself dry, still shivering a little. With his hands on your shoulder, Soonyoung led you to the fireplace, guiding you to sit on the couch across. As you did, you glanced around his residence.

This was the first time you were in Soonyoung’s place and in all honesty, it looked much like that designated room in college dorms where all the parties happened - he had party lights everywhere, streamers hanging from the ceiling and techno music softly playing over the speakers. 

When you turned back to him, Soonyoung held out a christmas mug, with a grin. “Mulled wine.”

“I can’t.” You shook your head although in the headspace you were in, you could really use some alcohol. “I won’t be able to wake up on time tomorrow.” 

“It’s not like you’ll be on time even if you were sober.” He chuckled, immediately regretting his words as you narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re in the House of Dionysus. This is literally the only hot drink I have to offer.” 

Sighing you took it from him, desperate to have something warm coursing through your body after all that coldness you experienced earlier. 

“So, why are you out and about in the rain?” Soonyoung sank into the couch beside you, sipping a drink of his own. 

“I….just needed to be away from that house for a while.” You mumbled, taking a sip. 

“Why? Has Seungcheol gotten overbearing already?” 

“It’s not him….” 

“It’s always him.” Soonyoung sighed. “But it’s not his fault. He just has a lot of pressure on him to be perfect as a leader, you know? That sort of thing gets to you.” 

“I know. It’s just….. “ You sighed, not knowing how to explain things to him. “Forget it, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“No, tell me.” He whined making you turn to him, finally noticing he was fully dressed from head to toe like he was about to march right into a party. 

“Are you going somewhere?” 

“Work?” Soonyoung stated like it was obvious. “Don’t tell me you forgot what I do.” 

You looked at him sheepishly. “I’ve been here for just a week Kwon and there’s thirteen of you so I’m sorry if it’s taking me some time.” 

“Forgiven.” He nodded amused. “I own the Midnight club in the city centre.” 

“Right, that big Demigod rave place.” 

“No, the Midnight club is for humans. There’s another club hidden behind it, After Hours - That’s for Demigods exclusively.” 

You let out an oh of realization as Soonyoung continued. 

“Business usually runs fine on its own but I try to drop by from time to time to just remind everyone who the boss is.” 

“I heard there’s a life size portrait of you behind the DJ booth to do the same.” 

“Obituaries are portraits too.” He rolled his eyes. “I need to let them know I am alive, kicking and always in charge.” 

You shook your head laughing. “Well then aren’t you getting late? You should probably leave by now-” 

“I don’t think I’m going.” He mumbled, downing his drink in one shot, red slowly creeping on his face. “Not in the mood.” 

Glancing at him silently, you just blinked at him. You knew guys like Soonyoung could not keep a thing in them - he would share whatever was bothering him without you even asking in three, two, on-

“The intel is that my ex is going to be there tonight.” 

“Ahh.” You crossed your feet on his couch, settling in. “And you don’t want to see her?” 

“I don’t want to see her with other men.” He gripped his mug tight. “With the news out that she’s single, guys will be falling all over her and I know she’s going to play along just to make me jealous.” 

“Well two can play that game right? You can do the same?” 

“What makes you think there are girls fawning all over me?” 

“Do you just want to hear me say you’re hot and that you could pull if you wanted to?” You cocked your head at him. “Cause I can. I have a little wine in me so I can use it as an excuse.” 

Soonyoung laughed, throwing his head back. “No I know I’m hot, but do you know who she is?” 

You shook your head, drinking up more. 

“Aphrodite’s daughter, the femme fatales of the demigod world - boys want her and girls don’t want to mess with her. No one is going to so much as look at her ex, forget trying to hit on me.” 

“Huh.” You pondered, the cogwheels in your brain turning. “Well technically, no one in the human world knows her so I’m sure one of them will-” 

“There’s no point of that. She knows I won’t go for a human.” 

“Why is that?” 

Soonyoung stared back at you a little hard before a small smirk formed on his face. “Y/n, are you a virgin?” 

You blinked, breaking out into a laugh. “I sure am drunk cause I seem to have missed why this intrusive question is relevant now?” 

Taking your empty mug from you, Soonyoung filled it up again from the pot. “What I mean is, demigods don’t sleep with humans sweetie.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because we’re half gods, do you think humans can really satisfy us?” Soonyoung raised his eyebrows. “Mortals can’t keep up with our sex drive.” 

As you looked confused, the smirk returned back to Soonyoung’ face. “Which is why I asked. If you haven’t realised that a mortal man can’t pleasure you, then either you’ve never had sex……. or you’ve never had an orgasm.” 

“I don’t have to answer that.” 

“Come on, humor me.” 

“Maybe I’m starting to get why your girlfriend dumped your annoying ass.” 

Soonyoung pouted, feigning hurt as you rolled your eyes. 

“So now if you want to get her back, you won’t be hit on by another demigod and you can’t be hit on by a human which means your only chance of making her jealous is with……” You looked at him intently. “Kwon Soonyoung, why are your eyes glimmering with mischief?” 

“You.” He took the cup from your hands and set it on the table, much to your dismay. “You’re the only one who she doesn’t know about and the only one who doesn’t know her…..” 

“So?” 

“Oh you’d be the perfect bait.” Soonyoung clapped his hands. “One look at you next to me and she’s going to be quaking in her boots.” 

“If you think I’m about to stroll into a nightclub and pretend to hit on you to make your ex girlfriend jealous you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“Why?” He whined. “Why can’t you do me a small favour. I saved you from Horong-” 

“Number one. If you didn’t pull me into your house, I would have ran out of the gate and been safe anyways-” 

“Sure.” 

“Number two, I don’t know what the hell is in this wine. Normally it takes a whole bottle to knock me down but two glasses in and I’m already buzzed-” 

“It’s a special blend.” 

“And number three, unfortunately for you, women are really observative creatures. One look at me next to you and she’s going to know there’s absolutely nothing going on between us.” 

Soonyoung opened and closed his mouth like he was thinking about what to say. “It won’t work out Kwon.” 

“This always happens.” He sighed. “She breaks it off with me for any small thing, goes on to have her fun, pushes me till I have to beg for her forgiveness and then she accepts it whenever she feels like. Everything is always whenever she feels like it. We haven’t even had sex in like two years-” 

“Okay.” You cut him off before he went into details you didn’t need to know. “If you’re so aware of what she’s doing, why do you always give in to her? Do you really like her or… is she just a habit?” 

“I don’t know.” Soonyoung stared at the floor, lost in thought. “I just know that we’ve been together since we were 18. And I can’t throw that away.” 

“I never knew you were such a romantic Kwon.” 

He laughed, sinking further into the couch. 

“You really want her back huh?” 

“I do.” 

“And this time do you want her to make the effort?” 

“A man can hope.” 

“Well then.” You turned to him. “Point number three was relevant only if she saw me…do you have your phone?” 

Soonyoung nodded, patting his many pockets and finally finding it, holding it out. 

“You're going to call and tell her you're hitting on me?”

“No…. If you give her a missed call will she call back?”

“Not immediately.” He sighed. “She'll take her time to pretend like she didn't see and then get back to me-” 

“Do it.” He continued to look at you confused. “Call her and cut the call.” 

He followed through but the frown didn't leave him the whole time. “Y/n what exactly are you doing?” 

“This may be a bit diabolical but it should do the trick.” You took a deep breath glancing at Soonyoung. “When she calls you back, she's going to hear us having sex.”

“W-what?” 

“Before you get any ideas, I'm not going to have sex with you Soonyoung, we're just going to make her think that we are.”

“How exactly will we do that?”

“We'll fake it.” You shrugged. “Make a couple of wet skin smacking sounds-” 

“and you could moan my name, say how good I'm making you feel.” 

“Didn’t you get onboard this real fast.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I'm going to make it really clear once again that this is for her not-” 

Ring! 

At the sound of the ringtone both of you glanced at his phone and in a split second, Soonyoung picked up the call, holding it against his ear. Thankful that you got the opportunity to execute your idea so soon and determined to put up the show you promised, you immediately got to it, clearing your throat.

“Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels so good-” 

With widened eyes and a swift movement, Soonyoung shut your mouth with his hand, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, yeah I remember…..Oh no that was just…. our cow?…..Yes Daisy, she's just having a rough night….. Anyways thanks for the reminder Hyungwon.”

You stared at him mortified, all the wine threatening to exit your system. 

“Yeah sure, see you tomorrow bro.”

Soonyoung brought down both the phone and his hand at the same time. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I thought it was-” 

“That’s your idea of having sex??” He looked at you shocked. “Thank god it wasn’t Mina because there was no way in hell she would have believed that?” 

“Hey, I had no preparation time, you try faking it off the bat.” You mumbled. “Besides, it wasn’t so bad.” 

“Wasn’t so bad?” Soonyoung looked scandalised. “Do you even know what you sounded like? Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels good-” 

You leaned back inching away from him. 

“What the…..what was that?” 

“That's what you said.” 

“I know but” You frowned unsure if you heard right or if you were starting to get too drunk. “You sounded exactly like me. Like your voice, it….it was mine.” 

“Oh.” Soonyoung scratched the back of his head. “Yeah well um being the son of the God of Theater comes with its own skill set. Imitation helps confuse opponents during war - it has actually saved us in quests many times.”

“You can imitate anyone?”

Soonyoung nodded.

“Any sound they make?”

He nodded again as you let out a low whistle. 

“Well that's brilliant, then you don't even need me. You can make your girlfriend jealous by simply impersonating me.” 

“The keyword is imitate. I can only repeat sounds I hear, I can't just make them up.” He shifted in his seat. “So if I should impersonate you, I need to hear what you actually sound like during sex.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don't push your luck Kwon.”

“I'm kidding.” He laughed leaning back into the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you really have to work on the faking.” 

“Yeah I've been told.” You muttered as Soonyoung sat up again.

“Aha, so you have never had an orgasm!” 

“Because of a man, no I've not.” You confessed. “But bold of you to assume that I'm not perfectly capable of my own.”

Soonyoung looked confused. 

“Ever heard of masturbation, genius?” 

Soonyoung's mouth formed an O of realisation. “Well I've been in a relationship for almost 10 years so I've never had to take care of myself.”

“Don't rub it on my face Kwon.” You scoffed but regretted immediately knowing some dirty joke was going to come out of the man. So shutting his mouth with your hand, you held a finger to your lips. “Not a word. You're going to shut up till your girlfriend calls back.”

“That could be a very very long time.” He mumbled against your hand making you press it harder against his mouth with a shush. 

5 minutes later you were on your fourth mug of wine and Mina still hadn't called. 

10 minutes later, you were nearly falling asleep and Soonyoung was already snoring away beside you. 

15 minutes later the sound of the rain began to get softer outside. 

And 20 minutes later was when you finally lost your patience, shaking Soonyoung awake. 

“It’s getting late, I should go….” 

Soonyoung looked up at you sleepily as you got off the couch, standing up. 

“You should.….. I’m sorry, I shouldn't have roped you into this” He glanced at the blank screen on his phone. “Clearly Mina is either too busy having fun on her own or she doesn’t care.” 

You smiled at him sadly, as he pulled his feet up, snuggling into the couch. 

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered. “Goodnight Kwon.” 

“Goodnight sweetie.”

Setting the mug down, you grabbed your bag and opened his front door, relieved that the rain seemed to have stopped. But something was also stopping you from stepping out. 

Giving it a thought and sighing, you turned around, looking at the half asleep man again. 

“You said you could imitate me right?” 

Soonyoung's eyes slowly fluttered open.  

“So if you listen to how I actually sound, if and when she calls back, you can execute the plan on your own right?”

Soonyoung looked at you in a mix of confusion, drunkenness and sleepiness.

“Are you saying that…”

“No, I'm not going to sleep with you Kwon Soonyoung.”

“But you're horrible at faking.” 

“Yet again I'm going to remind you about masturbation.” 

You sighed, looking at his eternally lost expression. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the couch, leading him to his room. 

Soonyoung's room was just how you expected it to be - a mess. There were things scattered everywhere, all kinds of band posters up on the wall, snack wrappers all over the floor. 

He quickly kicked the trash under his bed and looked at you pleadingly. “You cannot tell Mingyu how messy my room is. And you most definitely cannot tell Seungcheol I'm snacking - he does not understand post break up slump.”

You gritted your teeth annoyed to be reminded of him again. Of course he didn't understand anything remotely related to feelings.

“Don't worry, no one's gonna know anything because you too are going to keep your mouth shut about whatever happens tonight.” 

“I still don't know what's happening tonight.” He mumbled as you walked around his room, glancing at everything. 

“I'm going to get myself off and you're going to listen and take notes.” Soonyoung's eyes finally widened in realisation.“Do you have a towel?” 

He nodded, quickly going through the stack of clothes piled on the chair across his bed and pulled out a long white one. Taking it from him you laid it down on his bed, the two of you staring at it mindlessly. 

“Could you also close the curtains?” You fidgeted with your fingers, putting your bag down at the foot of his bed as Soonyoung nodded. “Also dim the lights please.”

Following through your requests he tried not to look at you as you stripped out of your jacket and threw it on the bed. But when you unclasped your bra and pulled it out from under your shirt, Soonyoung was quite literally gawking. 

“I’m hot.” You mumbled as he walked back, standing much closer to you than he was before. 

“Yeah you are…. I mean,” He cleared his throat when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah it's a little hot in here.” 

Both of you tried to ignore the sound of cold raining softly falling against the window. 

“On second thoughts,” You took a step back. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“W-why not?” 

“If you haven’t noticed I am buzzed as hell and I’m not sure I can do…. a great job on myself right now.” 

Lips slowly curling into a smile, Soonyoung cocked his head. “I can help.” 

“Yes and I can finally use all that combat training and kick your ass. Soonyoung I am not sleeping with-” 

“What? No, no I mean….. just wait here.” 

Your eyes followed him as he jogged out of his room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You must be crazy to suggest this. Sure there was alcohol in your system and sure you were trying to get your mind off Seungcheol, avoiding going back to his house but this…..

“Here you go.” 

Soonyoung strolled back in with what you could only describe as a wooden looking, very phallic instrument. 

“That’s…” 

He nodded. “A dildo.” 

“I have so many questions.” 

“Let me clarify. Yes I have used a dildo before-” 

“Oh god.” 

“- Although my girlfriend isn’t the biggest fan of it-” 

“This wasn’t my question.” 

“-I do occasionally enjoy it myself.” 

“I don’t think I should be a part of this conversation.” 

“But this dildo in particular, has never been used by either of us before.” 

“That!” You pointed out. “That’s all I needed to know.” 

Soonyoung held it out to you, looking at you expectantly. You gulped. 

“You know, I don’t think I can do this. I’m actually more of a vibrator girl myself.” 

“Now who’s indulging in the TMI?” 

You rolled your eyes. “My point is, I don’t need this, I can just do it myself-” 

“I haven’t even gotten to the story behind this.” He giggled. “This is my father’s.” 

“Aaaand I’m done here.” 

“No what I mean is-” He shuffled closer to you like he was revealing a big secret. “My father may be the god of wine and ecstasy and madness and theatre and so many things but he is also…. the creator of the dildo.” You stared at him vacantly. What?? “I don’t think you wanna know the story behind it, it’s disturbing as fuck-” 

“More disturbing than everything so far?” 

“-but basically, a few years back, my father was temporarily exiled from Olympus and while he was in the human world, he had, what he calls, a magnificent business idea….sex toys. Dildo’s in particular. That’s when he made this.” He held it up and you wished he did it a little less proudly. “This isn’t an ordinary dildo Y/n, no. This baby can take on the shape, size, dimensions and every single tiny detail” He gave a dramatic pause. “Of the person you are imagining while going at it.”

“W-what?” You blinked at him stumped. “You mean to say it…. morphs into a replica of someone’s actual dick?” 

Soonyoung nodded fast. “This piece is a prototype that Dionysus made but when he brought the idea to Zeus it was shut down immediately because Gods aren’t supposed to interfere with human business and all that hoo ha, so he left it with me before he returned home.” With a small smile dancing on his lips, he held it out to you. “So if you want, it's all yours.” 

You stared at it. 

A magic dildo that could take the shape of any dick you wanted? 

You would have to be insane to say no to that. 

Pretending to hesitate just so you didn’t come across completely deranged, you slowly took the toy off Soonyoung’s hand, feeling the weight of it in your own. As you tried to picture how exactly this night might go, Soonyoung took a few steps back, grabbed a fistful of the material behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. 

“What?” He smirked as your eyes ran down his chiseled body, mouth moving but no words leaving it. “Didn’t you say it was hot?” 

As Soonyoung moved all the clothes stacked on the chair to the floor and sat down, you watched as the minor oversights in your plan came into play. If he had to take notes,  then Kwon Soonyoung was going to watch you. 

Tongue in the cheek, you glanced around the room, thanking all the gods in Olympus when you spotted a lacy blindfold hanging on the headboard. Without questioning its existence in his room, you quickly grabbed it and threw it at him.

“The deal was for audio Kwon, no visuals.” 

In complete contrast to his hot as fuck appearance he pouted like a child as you shook your head and looked at the blindfold pointedly. Sighing, he reached for it and put it over his eyes, tying it behind his hand. Not trusting him entirely, you walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs and pulled the knot. Soonyoung’s hands gripped your thighs in both surprise and pain. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, fingers softly grazing your legs as he pulled his hands away. “I promise, I can’t see a thing.” 

You nodded, then realised he said he couldn’t see and cleared your throat. “Yeah, okay.” 

“Okay.” He breathed, leaning back, waiting expectantly. 

Taking a few seconds, you let out a deep determined breath, preparing yourself for what was coming. As you unbuttoned your jeans, shimmying both your shorts and underwear down your legs, your eyes finally took a good look at the man of the hour, Kwon Soonyoung. Yeah he was one of the members who often trained shirtless which meant you had seen this display many times before but this was perhaps the first time you were actually paying attention to it. Before this, you hadn’t quite realised just how beautifully tanned and toned he was or how much that undercut suited him or how hot he looked biting his lower lip. 

Kicking your garments away, you pried your eyes, reminding yourself that this man was taken. Or at least would be taken again pretty soon. You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t be looking at him, you shouldn’t be thinking about him and he sure as fuck cannot be the inspiration for your new magic sex toy. 

That unfortunately meant that there was only one other person in your mind who could be the muse - Choi Seungcheol. Despite his dismissal earlier and despite being someone who held herself as a very high level of self respect, it was evident that your body shamelessly still craved him - he was the only one running in your mind. Trying to block him out, you arranged the pillows on Soonyoung’s bed against the headboard, adjusted the towel and slowly climbed on. In all the time that you took leaning against it, spreading your legs and settling in, Soonyoung remained incredibly quiet. Patient. 

Although he couldn’t see you, watching him felt weird, given the man and the dick on your mind were not him. Sighing, you glanced at the object you were gripping - it had already taken shape of what you desired and the sight of it made you gulp. 

Lord was Choi Seungcheol thick.

Given his beefy exterior and broad build you had always assumed he was packed between his legs but this was nowhere near what you were imagining, not even close. Earlier, you were worried how you would get yourself off when you weren’t even wet enough but now you were practically dripping with the thought of that inside you. Still, you didn’t think it could fit, not without any prep. 

Slipping two fingers in your mouth you wet them messily before guiding them to your folds, smearing the spit with your very evident arousal. When you let out a soft sigh, Soonyoung shifted in his seat like he was alert and when your fingers teased your hole, slowly slipping in, an unintentional moan left you too, making him practically grip the armrests of his couch tight. 

“I'm going to need more than that Y/n.” He whispered. “What are you doing right now?” 

“I’m prepping myself, it’s…” You gulped. “It’s too big.” 

“Do you need lube?” He frowned. “Although I don’t know where it is….or if I even have any-” 

“That’s okay.” You shook your head. “I think I’m wet enough. Almost.” 

“Do you need any help?” 

You glanced at his tense body. “How can you help?” 

“Are you the kind that listens to instructions?”

“Occasionally.” 

“Then push your fingers further.” He exhaled. “Curl them up.” 

Although that was what was on your mind anyways, you obeyed. As your fingers brushed that spot, a soft fuck escaped your lips. 

“Feel good?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Yeah that’s good.”

“Then move.” He cocked his head. “Slowly at first, then pick up speed.” 

Even before he finished his sentence you had followed through, fingers pumping faster, head falling back as the grip around the dildo in your hand tightened. 

“Add another finger.” 

“This feels good enough.” 

“This will feel better.” He urged. “Stretch yourself a little and add another finger.” 

Scissoring yourself open, you held back the moan that was threatening to tumble out, terrified Soonyoung would hear you. Belatedly you realised - Soonyoung was supposed to hear you. 

“Fuck that does feel better.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you ready for more?” 

“.......I think so.” 

“Then wet the dildo.” He shifted. “Put it in your mouth.” 

Hesitating just a bit you brought it up to your eye level, still taken aback by its sheer girth. In the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand you can see a stark vein running along his length, the sight of it nearly making your mouth water. Oh you wanted him to fill your mouth, you wanted him to fill you just about anywhere so bad but it was clear from earlier that Seungcheol didn’t want the same. So you were just going to take this chance and fuck him out of your brain. After tonight you were not going to think of Choi Seungcheol anymore. 

Determined, you wrapped your mouth around the tip, humming against the weight on your tongue before pulling it out with a wet pop. As Soonyoung’s breath hitched, you sunk your mouth down on it again, taking it further in, not far enough to let it hit the back of your throat, but enough to just slightly choke around it, drool running down the corner of your mouth. 

“Y/n,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded almost choked too. “Please….” 

You’ve never had a man beg for you like this before and it wasn’t enough to touch him but to touch yourself? Something in you swelled in pride, but something was also terrified about what things would be like once this was over - could you and Soonyoung really be the same again? And if things were going to change, how would they be? 

“Sweetie, you have to do something….” 

Knowing you needed something in you more than he did, you drove the thoughts away before aligning the tip at your dripping hole and slowly pushing Seungcheol’s girth in. 

“Holy shit..” You sighed as you thrusted his length further, the stretch serving a sting that slowly ebbed from pain to pleasure. 

“Is it all the way in?” Soonyoung groaned as you shook your head gulping.

“It’s not…” You panted, glancing down to see barely any length disappearing in you yet you were so full. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He licked his drying lips. “You can Y/n, come on - fuck yourself like you want to be fucked.” 

Yes you knew Soonyoung had a horrible habit of pointless flirting but you did not think his mouth was capable of spewing such filth too. 

“Tell me how you like it.” 

“Deep.” You whimpered, answering him as you shoved it in more, feeling it hit all the right places. “I like it deep.” 

“And fast?” 

“And fast.” 

“Then move.” 

And you did, pulling it out, pistoning it into you, sharp intakes of breath and curse words leaving you as you did. You felt your eyes roll back, threatening to shut but when they landed on Soonyoung they widened - he had slid down his chair, manspread now a lot wider and stark against his pants was the imprint of his uncomfortably trapped boner.

“Soonyoung….” You accidentally moaned, simply trying to get his attention. “Are you… hard?” 

“Unbearably.” He confessed immediately. “I’m s-sorry, it’s been a while-” 

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You don’t know why exactly you asked him that but you wanted him to feel good too. Just as good as faux Seungcheol was making you feel. 

“I think I can cum without that.” He half laughed, half groaned. “But god yes I want to.”

“Do it.” You directed him, halting your own movements, watching him. “Touch yourself.” 

Without wasting a second, Soonyoung instantly unbuttoned his pants and stuck his hand down, wrapping it around his erection. As he shifted uncomfortably, you could tell he would’ve felt a lot better if he could completely free himself.

“Careful. Otherwise I’ll see you…I mean it…” 

“Do you mind?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Would it bother you if I….” 

If you were being honest, since the moment you laid eyes on the outline of his dick you were curious…

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t.” 

“Then I don’t give a flying fuck.” 

He raised his hips a little, just enough to pull down his pants as his erection sprung free, resting against his abs, pink and flushed. 

Oh he was long. 

Seungcheol might be thick but Soonyoung was long, like he could reach places no one else could. As he spat in his hand and smeared the pre cum along his length pumping it in his fist, you gulped, forgetting that you too were in the middle of doing the same thing, just staring. 

“Y/n,” He moaned your name, throwing his head back, setting off a strange fire in your groin. “Match my pace.” 

You nodded, thankful to not have to put your own brain to this which was threatening to shut off any moment now. Watching him half lidded, you let him set the pace for your movements, matching him almost perfectly. 

“Fuck this feels so good.” Soonyoung whimpered. 

“It does.” You agreed, with struggling breaths. “Soonyoung please…. Faster.” 

“Faster?” He smirked, but listened. “You really are one of us huh.” 

“I need more.” You whined, feeling yourself at an edge you were just not able to cross. “Soonyoung….” 

“I wish I could help, baby.” He sighed, “I really do wish…” 

“What would you have done?” 

“I’d have my mouth everywhere…marked your neck…. marked those pretty breasts….fuck Y/n, you’d have to beg me to stop.” 

“Don’t.” You moaned, pushing your shirt up with your free hand, grabbing a tit, squeezing it painfully hard. “Tell me more…” 

“I’d hold the toy for you, watch you fuck yourself on it….” He stroked himself faster, almost erratically. “Maybe give it to you from the back so I can see how your ass-” 

Groaning annoyed at the sound of music coming loudly from his pocket, your movements faltered, eyes widening. It was different from the ringtone earlier which probably meant-

“Is that Mina?” 

“Yeah.” 

“P-pick it up Soonyoung.” 

“Ignore it.” 

“Soon-” 

“Ignore it.” He emphasized. “Go on Y/n, I don’t know how long the effects of that toy are going to last.” 

And that’s what made you stop wondering why Soonyoung wouldn’t pick up the call when this was in fact the most ideal situation the two of you were meant to be caught in. You didn’t want to lose what you were pumping inside you, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of Seungcheol stretching you out. As you resumed the pace, Soonyoung’s voice left him like a croak. 

“Do you like the thought of this? Someone listening to you get off?” 

You didn’t want to answer that. Wasn’t the kind of things you liked evident by the fact that you were fucking yourself to one man while watching and listening to another? 

“Because I love that you’re watching.” He whispered. “It’s driving me insane.” 

“I wanna see you cum.” You pulled the toy out of you, tossing it onto the towel before your fingers found your clit rubbing circles hard.

“Fuck I'm close.” He pumped himself faster, losing rhythm, broken moans and whimpers leaving him. “So close.”

Words left your mouth too as incoherent babbles as you felt your back arch and insides tighten pleasurably. Eyes crossing and shut tight, you finally came, chest heaving, trying to catch a breath. As you slowly came around and ran your fingers down your folds realising just how much you came, Soonyoung continued to push himself over the edge, like he just needed a little more nudge to finally find his release. Gulping you swung your legs off the bed and silently walked up to him, standing between his manspread, leaning till your lips were right by his ear. 

“Cum for me Soonyoung.” 

Almost immediately, with a guttural moan, his head fell back, baring his neck as spurts of cum shot onto his hand and torso, painting them white. Once the sheer amount left him he finally slumped back into his chair, breathing again, like he had been holding it in for too long. The sight of his cum all over his abs against the sheen of sweat on it made you clench unwillingly and you ran two fingers over it, collecting it. You knew his lips parted to catch his breath but you took the chance to slip your digits into his mouth, letting him taste himself. Surprised but not unpleasantly, Soonyoung ran his tongue along them, licking it clean, pulling away with a pop.

“You taste as good as you sound.” 

It's only then that you realise your own arousal was coating your fingers too. 

Scoffing awkwardly, you shuffled back, picking up your shorts and panties from the floor, putting them on slowly.  

“I'm not dressed yet!” You shrieked, futilely trying to cover yourself as Soonyoung attempted to remove his blindfold. Holding his hand up, he allowed you to get dressed in the silence that followed. Silence that was too much to bear, silence that if he hadn’t broken, you would have. 

“I wasn't sure if I heard right but I thought…” He let out a deep breath as he tucked his flaccid self back in his pants. “I thought you took someone's name as you came.” 

You froze. 

You hadn't realised but now that you thought about it…. maybe, just maybe, you had taken Seungcheol’s name as your orgasm hit you. Yes you were incredibly turned on by Soonyoung and the sight of him and the sounds that left him but there was only one thing running at the back of your mind - cheol, cheol, cheol. 

“I'm not sure what you heard.” You brushed away his concerns, trying to sound casual. “I don't even know what I was saying, I was in some other zone entirely.” 

Soonyoung hummed in response and didn't push you for any further details. Grateful, you wiped your hands on the towel laid out before grabbing it, the bedsheet as well as the dildo and stuffed them all in your bag, throwing it over your shoulder - this was your mess to deal with.

“You done?” 

“Yeah just….put fresh sheets please.” 

“Oh don't worry about all that.” He got up, attempting to take his blindfold yet again. “I got it. If you want you could-” 

“Goodbye Soonyoung.” You stepped back, knowing he was offering for you to stay the night. Instead you headed for the door, hoping to leave before your eyes met his again. “I hope I was of help.” 

And as you left, you heard him sigh, revealing something he probably didn't mean for you to hear. 

“I don't think so Y/n.”

—

When you left Soonyoung’s house the rain had stopped but as you stood in the dining hall before the laundry machines the storm had returned yet again, much heavier this time. You glanced outside the windows at the obscurity sighing. It was like things just hated being in your favour. 

When the ding of the washer went off, you shifted the sheets into the dryer and decided to leave it there for the night considering you couldn't carry them back in the rain - you’d deal with them in the morning anyways, you weren’t ready to see Soonyoung just yet.

When you grabbed your bag from the floor, the weight had not reduced much - the dildo was still in it except it was back in its original popsicle-like shape, any trace of its resemblance to Seungcheol lost. You'd simply washed it and put it back in the bag, unsure what else to do with it. A part of you was annoyed that it had taken after Seungcheol of all people but the other was terrified that if you were to ever use it again, it would probably still model after him yet again. 

Disappointed with yourself you took a deep breath and shook your head. No. No more Choi Seungcheol. This ends here. 

Glancing at the machines one last time, you held onto your bag and ran out into the rain, hoping that Seungcheol had retired to his room by the time you reached. Instead, just as you approached the House of Zeus, you heard his voice. 

“Y/n!” 

He was drenched from head to toe, his blonde hair sticking to his face much like his shirt plastered against his pecs, like he had been soaked in the rain for hours. Letting out a struggled breath, you walked straight into his house, ignoring him. Seungcheol jogged over as fast as he could, putting himself in between you and the doors. 

“Y/n please listen to me-” 

“I don’t want to.” You attempted to go around him, only to be blocked by him again. 

“I just want to explain what happened earlier-” 

“I don’t care enough for an explanation.”

“I do!” 

You rolled your eyes as you pushed him away, a lot less gently than you intended to and Seungcheol immediately caught your hand, pulling you towards him.

“Seungcheol-” 

“You…. you can touch me.” He looked at his fingers wrapped around your wrist in awe, then at your palm flat against his chest.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to-” 

“You shouldn’t be able to.” He muttered like he was amazed, unable to tear his eyes away. “How can you….” 

“Seungcheol, you're not making any sense.” 

He let out a deep breath. “Do you remember when you first came to camp we told you that every demigod has a certain set of offensive and defensive powers depending on their parentage?” 

You nodded, frowning.

“As the son of Zeus, my defensive power is….an electric field.” Oh. “At times like war, or in adrenaline driven situations, I become highly charged, rendering anyone who so much as comes two feet near me electrocuted. It's supposed to be a way to weaken enemies.” He sighed, “That’s why I was afraid of you touching me. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

“But…..Seungcheol I’m not an enemy and this isn’t a war-” 

“I get nervous around you.” He avoided your eye. “I don’t know, I just….. I can feel my skin prickling around you but……” He glanced at where your hands met his again. “You don’t feel anything?” 

“No, no I don’t but why do I make you nervous?” 

Seungcheol smiled softly. “Do you really not know?” 

You suppressed the grin forming on your own face. Fucking finally. 

“No.” You shook your head feigning innocence. “Tell me.” 

“Can I show you?” 

Maybe you nodded a bit too eagerly, because Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself up against the door, pulling you along with him. As your body pressed against his, his hands found your waist, gaze darkening. He leaned in, lips hovering over yours, whispering your name softly, like he loved the sound of it. As your breaths mingled, lightning went off behind you, the silver light illuminating his gorgeous face and all its sharp angles. Just as you moved closer, eyes fluttering shut, Seungcheol cleared his throat. 

“Y/n I’m sorry, I forgot that it’s late and we have training at 4 tomorrow.” He muttered, drawing his hands away. “You should sleep. I can’t excuse your lateness everyday.” 

And yet again Choi Seungcheol left you completely baffled as he opened the door behind him and walked in, away from you. 

a/n - please send me your thoughts - this kind of writing is waaaay out of my comfort zone, I need to know I'm not completely messing shit up and if I missed you in the taglist, please lmk!

[agroupiewhore]

Hey everyone-

Here is a little imagine I wrote involving Simón Hempe. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it's not very long and might be rubbish 💚💚. As always, I appreciate feedback so please let me know any thoughts or concerns. Also sorry if I've missed the accent on Simón's name at any point, it's not my intention.

Please enjoy.

Slight smut throughout and towards the end and themes of being drunk.

Nights

You stumbled out of the bar deliriously happy clutching the hand of your boyfriend, Simón. The two of you stumbled down the cobbled street after leaving the club in Barcelona at 3am. You hadn't been seeing eachother for long but had both fallen head over heels for one another. No one thought you would last, you'd only been on a couple dates before he had to move away for filming. You remembered the comments you'd heard off everyone, including your friends.

"It won't last"

"You're too young"

"You're too needy for long distance"

"He's not worth it"

But Simón was worth it, a thousand times over. You didn't laugh with anyone else the way you laughed with him. He had so much joy and happiness within him, he was like the sun. Except you weren't afraid of getting too close and being burned, because that could never happen. His passion for life was infectious, he encouraged you constantly to try out new things and to discover for yourself what you loved. It was difficult at first, you were so closed off and didn't want to open up if something was bothering you more often than not simply stating you were fine and hoping Simón would buy it and stop asking or just roll his eyes and move on; like your previous boyfriend. It took a lot of work and patience from Simón but now you were at a point where you could be as open and honest as you needed to be. You never felt judged or upset or like you ever needed to hide any part of yourself. Simón loved all of you just as you loved all of him.

"Baby, baby." Simon said as he pulled you into a kiss. You could taste the sangria on his tongue and kissed him back just as hard. The night air was crisp and cold and felt refreshing against your skin. The two of you had spent much of the night on the dance floor pressed up against one another in the busy club, the two of you enraptured in eachothers gaze. He took your hand and led you into a little alove along the cobbled streets of the city. He gently pushed you into the wall and kissed you fiercely. Simon always put his heart and soul into everything. His acting, his love for music, his dedication to being the best boyfriend he could... this also included kissing and everything else that came after. You were very lucky. You smiled against his lips as his moustache grazed you softly. He cupped your cheek and stroked your skin gently with his thumb. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"You know what I want more than anything in the world?" Simon asked, looking into your eyes.

"I don't know my love." You answered gazing into his deep brown eyes. It felt as if it were just the two of you in the world.

"For you to be happy." He replied. "No matter what I achieve, nothing will come close to knowing that I've made you smile."

You stared back at him, more in love with him than ever before. "Simón, you've made me the happiest person alive. Waking up next to you every morning... it's like I'm in a never ending dream, I'll never finish falling in love with you."

He trailed soft kisses down your neck and across your chest and dropped to his knees.

"Simón!" You said, grateful for the dark obscuring how embarrassed you were.

"I need you." He whispered, pushing up your top and kissing your stomach. "You taste so good, mi amor."

"Simon!" You exclaimed. "We're in an alleyway and you're drunk". Simón laughed and took your hand gently.

"Mi amor, tell me what you want right now?" He asked you, staring up at you on his knees. He was beautiful, like a sculpture of one of the Greek Gods.

"Simon... I'm starving." You said leaning back against the wall and chuckling. Simón laughed against you.

"I have to agree with you there." He said as he stood up a little unsteadily.

"Careful, baby." You said as you held onto his wrists gently to steady him.

"What would I do without you?" He asked as he kissed your cheek. "You are so so beautiful." You felt all the blood rushing to your face.

"Please stop." You said as you hid your face in his neck.

"I want the whole world to know I have the best girlfriend." Simón said. He couldn't stop grinning. You were both deliriously happy and it showed no sign of ever stopping. You were glad you didn't give up. Simón pulled you in to the nearest convenience store that was open. He held your hand as he walked down the aisles deliberating over what he wanted.

"I definitely fancy some crisps." You said, taking a packet of the BBQ lays off the shelf and Jamon ruffles. "I used to have to go to European supermarkets for these back home."

"And now you can have them whenever you want." Simón said as he grabbed a couple of cans of lemon fanta and a bar of chocolate. He went up and paid then opened the pack of lays.

"These are just perfect." You said, taking a couple more.

"Me or chips?" Simón asked, grinning.

"You ofcourse, don't be silly." You said nudging him. You slipped your hand into his shorts back pocket and saw his smile get wider.

"My ass or lemon fanta?" He asked.

"Lemon fanta obviously." You joked back. You eventually arrived at the flat you were staying and both, successfully, navigated the winding stone stairs. The old part of the town was beautiful and the whole place felt like home, you felt honoured to be able to visit here with the love of your life.

"No, no, I got this." Simón insisted as he tried to open the door a fourth time. He was still slightly intoxicated. You giggled.

"Shh, shh baby." He said pointing to the ceiling. There were other people in the beautiful stone apartments who possibly wouldn't have appreciated being awoken at this hour. He placed his finger on your lip and you kissed it tenderly. He finally navigated the door and next thing you knew he picked you up bridal style and walked in.

"Simón!" You cried, quickly covering your mouth. "Simón, o my god, put me down." You laughed as he kicked the door closed behind him. He set you down on the sofa and began making out with you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Simón began working on a new hickey for your neck, you moved to make it easier for him and accidentally sat on the unopened packet of crisps which burst.

"Oh shit, shit." You said giggling against Simón.

"It's fine." He said as he carried on. "I'll sort in the morning." He removed his shirt and then yours, throwing them to the side and moved your bra strap to the side to kiss your shoulder. His skin was so warm against yours. His palm fit in yours perfectly as you slipped your shorts off and tangled your hand in his hair. The love you held for him was endless, you had found your home.

[liquidstar]

🌙 you already told us bella's sleep schedule so please answer for the main 5 except bella! + 🗺️ for everyone you mentioned so far in the college AU ^_^

OMG YEAH! I ended up rambling a little so I'm putting it under a cut but tysmmm for the ask<3

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

OK! Like I said for Bella she's very early to bed early to rise but as for the others:

Polaris: She sleeps on the later side, and might sleep past breakfast, but she wakes up before noon at least. But please have breakfast anyway.

Saiph: sleeps early, wakes up early. Unsurprisingly the fire guy is a morning person. But unlike Bella he'll have the occasional "stay up until 3AM" night and won't even adjust when he wakes up

Al: He sleeps at like 5AM. You'll see him at noon. He might adjust this while on mission though. Unsurprisingly the shadow guy is a night owl

Mira: Goes to sleep early but she'll wake up on the later side with Polaris. Eepest girl in the world

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

First off all the kids raised by Venus still know ASL on top of English, Saiph and Felis probably took it as their secondary language class in highschool for an easy A so that's it. Mira on the other hand would've taken Mandarin for herself on top of that.

Polaris probably only really speaks English, she would've still been raised by Thuban as a young kid so I'm not sure how much Inuktut she'd retained from her parents? Also she likely didn't do well in any language classes in school (dyslexia 😔), but I still think learning to speak in more languages is something she wants to do esp with her cartography interest overlapping w learning about the world.

Al speaks English and Japanese, though he's probably weaker in the latter, maybe speaking really formally? He'd never really committed to learning any specific language in highschool either, just no real motivation. I think he'd know some words or phrases in Cook Islands Maori from his mom but not enough to hold a conversation (might also highly depend on whether or not she's alive in this au idk 💀)

Bella speaks English and probably some French. Similar situation to Al, where she doesn't really speak much to the parent who knows it. Except she actually did commit to taking more classes for it in highschool so she can hold a conversation!

Bernard speaks English, and probably also picked up trace amounts of French from Vesta, he'd probably also take up Arabic for himself and still take Spanish in school, on top of classes for German and Latin. Mira thinks he used to be in one of her Mandarin classes too. Classic overachiever. Probably also speaks Klingon too if we're being honest.

Juno knows English and is actively studying Latin, maybe planning to take up Ancient Greek, Sanskrit, or Old Norse. Old languages pretty much.

Lacerta speaks English and Spanish, probably also took the latter in highschool despite already being fluid. Hilarious if she also speaks Klingon but keeps it a secret to protect her image.

And what's important to remember about Regulus is that, while he's annoying, all the things he thinks about himself are accurate. He IS that smart. He'd probably speak a bit of any language mentioned here and then some. (Except Klingon, he doesn't know what that is) But he's probably the most fluid in English, Farsi, and Latin.

Anyway if you noticed me saying probably and maybe a lot it's because the au still has a lot of concepts about it that are up in the air for rn so I'm not sticking to everything 100% concretely but this is what I think so far at least 👍 yay

[norcalbruja]

So in an elaboration of the “I help people in the way they ask” subject, Tony told me a little while back, “look, I started out human. And if someone asks me for help with a problem, I help WITH THAT PROBLEM. I don’t just do the ‘inner-guidance bullshit,’ forget to actually give you some real-life help, and then wonder why you’re still miserable three years later.”

Of course, his desire to help me out also gets a little mixed up with... being Tony Stark.

--

So a couple days before my birthday, Tony said, “So, honey, what kind of birthday present do you want for turning 34?”, and given his talks earlier, he clearly meant an actual “birthday present” and not spiritual hijinxs.

And I spent way too many years getting well-intended questions like that from the spirits and never really getting anything physical/meatspace related, but given his earlier talks and how he got me a free laptop repair, I was like “Uhhhhhh, Tony??? can you get me something that improves my life�� legally… so I can either quit my job or get my own place soon???” Honestly I don’t care if that sounds like I’m dealing with the Fair Folk, but he asked. 😭

And given Iron Man's track record, I do not want to stumble on someone's gun stash or something. Hard no on weapons or drugs, Tony.

--

Meanwhile, some superheroes definitely need to watch themselves around actual gods.

On the night of March 20, or the morning of March 21, because my insomnia doesn’t care if it’s my birthday and I’m trying to get to sleep BEFORE 3am, this motherfucker Tony just blasted into the meditation in full Iron Man gear going “BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!! COME ON!!!”

And the Water-Spirit was like "Tony, calm down. She doesn't expect you to give her a present right at dawn."

Tony was like, "Well, what are you gonna do about it, Inkstains? You're whipped."

So Hera went, "Tony, I know this is a strange concept to you, but SHE IS TRYING TO SLEEP!"

Tony went, "You have no power over me, Hera, you can't just TELL me to leave!", so she turned More Goddess (in the way that makes it hurt when mortals behold a Greek god's true(r) form) and then she just bitch-slapped him across the spiritual room. 😬

This facet of Hera clearly likes her Iliad portrayal.

Yeah, so Tony was feeling that when he finally got back up. I think he would have been concussed at bare minimum if he was Flesh-And-Blood, and he went, "Owwww. Ohhhhh my god. Well, goddess. Okay, I'll leave you all to your sleepover."

--

It seems Tony's fed up with my particular lack of meatspace progress. As I've mentioned before on my blog, the spirits I've met can "smell the pain/rage" on me (not helping since I don't know where most of the Tagalog gods are), and here's Tony going, "WELL OF COURSE SHE'S MISERABLE. She asks for the same shit all the time and nothing changed. Have any of you fuckers tried getting her a house or an art career???"

He gets along nicely with Dionysus, who is also fed up with my lack of progress--Dionysus refers to a lot of my spiritual stuff as "people keep giving you self-help shit instead of REAL help."

Tony gives me some serious class-traitor vibes, because he says I'm basically him without the money or the super-suit, and there's a lot more folks like me stuck in retail or other survival jobs than there are rich folks with ACTUAL talent like him.

As Stephen Jay Gould says, "I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."

[prettyinpurplelights]

Happy galentines day! Send this message to the inbox of 3 blogs to let them know you appreciate their work 💞

Tempted to not send this to you today so i could write a big fucking letter tomorrow because you will always be my valentine.

Yes I'm about to let the whole of this fandom know exactly what we've been through.

I was 17 when i met you. SEVEN FUCKING TEEN. WE WERE CHILDREN IN TWITTER JUST HAVING FUN. and now? I'm 22 and tomorrow it's your birthday (yes i remember) and we are two adult women still having fun and trying to figure our shit out. (If you're asking me we are doing a pretty damn good job).

You are the first person to ever read any of my scripts. First script i ever wrote in my life, you were the first to say something good about it even if it was crappy af (but Jude law forever YK). You were the first to push me into chasing it professionally and always there to hear any of my silly ideas and dumb writings, always supportive. I made you a promise and i intend to keep it that you will be there for my first premiere.

You've been there at my worst for real, made me laugh, made me cry and somehow i know that even if we don't talk for a year it's always the same with us. Bullying tom Holland, bullying each other and screaming about things we can't control.

Thank you for being my big sis, tolerating me when I'm an annoying Greek and loud girl, for being this person i know i can run to always. I hope you know I'll always be that person for you too. Funny how it all started by bullying holland, isn't it?

I love you forever xx

WHATTTTTHAWNS I LITERALLY DID NOT SEE THIS NOW IM CRYING AT 3AM??? I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH WOW I DONT DESERVE YOU 😭😭💖💖 no like im literally crying i love you soooo much im so glad we’ve stayed in each other’s lives all this time (you’re literally getting an invite to my wedding like FRONT ROW) (and thank u sm for remembering my bday omg) wish i could give u a hug rn ilyssssm SO SO MUCH! HERES TO OUR NEXT SEVEN YEARS OF BOTHERING EACH OTHER MWAAAH HAPPY GALENTINES LOVE U! (Have i said I love you yet? no? I LOVE YOU!!!)

[namesforwriters]

Masterlist

Are you a writer? Do you have a character knocking around in your head with nothing to call them as you yell for them to shut up cause it's 3am and you need to sleep?

Are the Vibes™️ there with no specifics to accompany it?

Are you a writer who's tired of browsing baby name sites and being asked for an email address or being bombarded with ads for car seats and breast pumps?

Are you a DM who's sick and tired of your players making fun of your NPCs names à la Matt Mercer?

Are you an artist who knows you'll get more questions about the background figure than the focal point and need something quick to name them?

This blog is for you!

Please be patient as I construct my intitial lists and add it to this masterlist. Thank you!

If you see a mistake in a list, feel free to point it out! If you see a list that you feel is incomplete, go ahead and let me know! If you have an idea for a list, submit a request!

This blog is run by an anxious, overcaffeinated fanfiction writer who has decided research at 4am is a good way to destress. I am in no way a linguistic or cultural expert with an all-encompassing knowledge of names throughout history and fandoms. So please be forgiving. This blog is meant to be fun and accessible.

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[insomniagothamblog]

Hi, I've read your fanfiction and I'm absolutely thrilled! I love the characters, the writing style, the narrative flow and the plot itself in general :)

And so I have some ideas and thoughts that I want to share with you, I hope you will like them.

Kon gives Lumi a plush toy that she immediately fell in love with. This is a small stuffed rabbit that Tim bought for some reason and just kept as another decorative pillow on the bed, It's soft, cozy and smells like Tim.

Here are a few options - Plush pig, Plush rabbit, teddy bear, stuffed duckling and stuffed dolphin.

Lumi gets her middle name.

Lex takes care of the legal documentation of his granddaughter's existence and wonders if there is a middle name for her? Kon was a little confused at first, but then he says that Tim had a favorite female name - Amara.

The name of the Latin and ancient Greek existence denoting "eternity" of "grace" and "love", soft and melodious, easy to spell and pronounce, Tim liked this name. Kon wipes a tear from his eye, Jason on whose lap Lumm dozed said that it was a beautiful name.

The song of Kon and Lumi.

Bob Carlisle – Butterfly Kisses. This is definitely their song, warm, cozy, touching with some melancholic notes, permeated with tenderness and affection in every word.

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride" "I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried" Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right To deserve a hug every morning And butterfly kisses at night

You can't tell me that these are not Kon's thoughts.

Emotional breakdown of Kon.

When Jason tells Kon that the Batfamily wants to take his daughter away and be raised by others - maybe a foster family or most likely Clark because she has Kryptonian blood in her, he breaks down.

This is not a breakdown with screams, outbursts of aggression and swearing, this is an outlet for fear and pain. Kon cannot stand on his feet, he cries and begs not to take her away, she is his child, she is the last piece of his beloved, please do not take it away. Lex sends Jason to look after Lumi and comforts his son with soft hugs and warm words. The moment of connection between father and son.

He is here in my heart and in your blood.

Kon puts Lumi to bed and she asks him to lie down with her until she falls asleep, when Kon lies down next to her, Lumi asks him about Tim.

Kon tells her funny stories about her other father, their personal moments and his touching personal habits. Lumi says that she will most likely love him even if she never meets him.

P.S - Maybe one day I will create the aesthetics of Kon and Lumi :) And for some reason I'm sure that Lumi is blonde like her grandfather Lex, before he went bald.

OMG HIIIIII

Long ask so imma try my best to answer all of it but it is like almost 3am right now. So I'm very sorry if I somehow miss something but thank you so much for the ask.

First of all, I adore the Fluff ideas. I might use one of them but given my writing process, it might not be possible. I mostly write out of order so most of it's already done for this fic. For example, I have all the chapters betaed and edited up to chapter 8 and I am currently writing chapter 17. This is why I am falling behind on my other fic, because I hate writing linearly. There is one Fluff chapter before the ending I have to write so I may still use the idea, I really really like it. Especially the part about the stuffed toy. I'm just not sure if I could realistically fit it into this.

Second of all, 'Butterfly kisses' isn't usually something I would listen to so this was a fun discovery. I find it very fun, if your interested two more songs I adore for this AU is 'Me and My Husband' by Mitski when it comes to the relationship between Tim and Conner as well as 'House of Gold' for Conner and Lumi. If I ever find enough songs for this Au I'll make a Playlist.

Thirdly, you shall indeed have your wish for a complete mental breakdown from Conner. I have really enjoyed writing Conner in this and I can't wait to show what I wrote in later chapters. I am thinking of two major incidents with Conner that caused a complete breakdown. So you are definitely going to enjoy those.

Finally!! I would absolutely love if you made an edit. Send it or tag me if you ever do!! Unfortunately I didn't know Luthor was once blonde, so I went with black hair. But! If there were ever to be a second child, I would keep that in mind! However, enjoy this little picrew I made of Lumi in order to help visualize her!! She is a bit older in this however.

[pluvio-et-luna]

so i don't forget

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was woken up by my brother around 3am-ish because he needed some gcash money. was so out of it but i made it to opening the app then handed it to my brother so he could do it himself. fell asleep again as soon as i gave it to him.

woke up again at around 8:30 in the morning, this time with a throbbing headache. became paranoid as i thought it was a sign of tetanus. (i forgot that i drank a whole glass of calpis sour the night before and wasn't able to drink loads of water when i got home)

messaged wellpoint dasma to ask if they have an anti-tetanus vaccine. they do.

took a bath and went to sm dasma for it only for the receptionist to tell me that there isn't one readily available and that i need to make an appointment for that. besides that, the consultation prior to the shot plus the shot isn't covered by the HMO.

went to eat at OMG, a new greek resto place which i have been wanting to try since a few weeks ago. got calamari with rice, lamb kofta wrap, and hot chips. mmm i think it's a 7/10 for me. there was nothing special about the hot chips and the serving size was so small. calamari with rice is okay, just wish they'd given more sauce. lamb kofta wrap was good. it's lamb that's why i'd understand why it was priced more expensive than the others. again, more sauce. would try more of the food next time. but for now i would say that it isn't something i would crave after a long day at work.

went to withdraw money at a bdo atm machine. money in the bank is at 800+ php na lang. i need to cut off grab expenses na and not indulge myself lagi with food even tho it's one of the only things that make me happy.

went to krispy kreme to buy the barbie donuts. only bought one of each to try then we'll buy half a dozen next time na lang.

went to auntie anne's because i was craving something oily for the hangover headache and aura. i also bought their iced americano and agreed with sugar when they offered if i would want some milk and sugar with it. oily food plus coffee was the cure for today's hangover. could never go wrong with their pepperoni nuggets. the coffee was good initially but then the ice watered it down too much. maybe i could request another espresso shot with it the next time i buy one.

went to kipling to check out the bags. planning to save up for a bag to buy for mom's bday or as a christmas present. there's another bag there which i think is sulit for it's price. there's another one which i fancied hehe.

went back to wellpoint to follow-up with the vaccine. receptionist told me that it would be available next week but the doctor said that i could buy one at the drugstore then they'll be the one to inject it na lang. i had one more inquiry but it was taking so long so i just left my number for the receptionist to contact me. (received a message past 6pm na)

almost forgot to buy clifford's birthday cake otw home so i had my sister park again while i went back to buy his cake.

went home and chilled.

played a bit of minecraft. i was thinking of making an automatic tree cutter as cutting down cherry blossom trees over and over again was getting tiring. need to go mining for some redstone next time.

a notif popped on my screen for a vtuber graduation and i was sad to see that it was mysta. it's hurts but i am at peace with it knowing how much he has achieved for himself and for his mom. i'm so proud of him. thank you mysta.

[intermundia]

Hi! I’m a huge fan of your fics (honestly they’re some of the beat fics I have ever read in my life, you’re so talented) and I love your blog so much! I hope you don’t mind me asking how many followers you have? I also want ask some advice on how to increase interaction and activity on my blog with other obikin fans?

thank you!! you are very kind. one of the things i like best about tumblr is that our follower counts are hidden, i think it harshes the vibe to put hard numbers on things, because we’re all peers here on this hellsite imho. i guess i’m comfortable saying that before i started star wars blogging in april 2020, i had around 350 followers. i started writing, and by early jan 2021, i had 1k followers, so that was the early trajectory, helped by the fandom boom during the pandemic.

my advice for increasing interaction really depends on understanding what your goal is in seeking that interaction. why do you want interaction, what does it mean to you? if you’re a content creator looking for an audience for your art, gifs, or writing, it’s a slightly different situation from if you’re someone who participates by sharing excitement through reblogging (in my mind i think of these people as “curators” of their feeds). seeking friends is different from seeking an audience, basically.

i have high levels of interaction when i write stories and meta posts, or share lore from legends, or make gifs. the way my blog first got attention was i wrote a couple short stories that spawned AUs, classics au and murder puppy au primarily, that people would ask questions about, i would answer them and build out the au more, tag it obikin, and my posts showed up in the obikin tag. it prompted a virtuous circle of more asks leading to more spread and to more followers. i was responsive and available to asks (lmao remember that) and produced a lot of content. that is extremely helpful.

however it really is possible to have interaction without being a content creator!! the way i had followers before star wars was being a curator of aesthetic posts that i love. i would follow other similar blogs and occasionally reach out to people who shared interests and that's how you make mutuals. you have to show up, offer something to others, even if it's just your taste in collecting other people's posts for your feed, which would make people want to subscribe to see it, you know?

if you're looking for more followers, you have to be mindful of why other people would choose to follow a blog, like what’s different, special or interesting there, which can just be your personality! you have to show that personality off though by interacting with others: send people asks, leave tags on reblogs, like that's how i follow people!! if i see a name enough, i will check them out, we become mutuals, and now i have more friends. be kind, be interested, and be involved, and you are automatically a welcome part of the fandom.

also: some harsher advice, if you're willing to hear it. if you are a content creator, the quality of your work will attract people, and there are no shortcuts to producing excellent things. to have something individual to offer often takes years of work. in my case, you say i am talented, and i appreciate that! but my work is the result of years of practice and study. i didn’t just wake up able to write lex talionis. i couldn’t have written it at 19. i'm 31 now and have had the blessing of an incredibly thorough education.

my unique perspective that i offer though my analysis comes from the fact that i lived like a weird monk studying intensely for years, sacrificing a normal college experience to wake up at 3am and study greek for hours and hours. my understanding of the jedi comes from probably thousands of hours of study of insight meditation that i did and still do to deal with my manic depression. i write fanfiction well because i read tens of millions of words of fanfiction before i started writing, on top of pretty much all of the literary classics in the western canon.

i am trying to say that i worked my ass off to get where i am, and there was no magic wand to wave to get here. my stories are not the result of talent, even if i have that, but the result of hundreds of hours of intense dedication to improving. the articulate meta that seemed to just flow after the kenobi show? that was the result of two years of intense study of obi-wan kenobi. i had a two year head start on people just coming to the show, so of course i was able to parse it differently.

if you produce content, tagging it correctly and networking and all that helps, but there are no shortcuts to being really good at something. quality both draws and retains an audience. so basically if your art isn't getting the attention you want now, it might in a few years if you keep working hard at it!! keep dedicating your time, developing something unique and personal, and then offering it to people. i know it sucks now, but you have to put in the work to improve, and if you do, you will have something to offer that nobody else has, and that is how you really get interaction.

[wistfulrat]

a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[yooooo the wankbank is hERE. & i would like to dedicate this final list to the patron saint of smut recs herself, @sitp-recs. many a 3am morn i’ve spent scouring her blog for quality fics in general and wank material in specific. her smutty week curation is unmatched. truly, this is h0rny-on-main solidarity.]

part 4: wankbanks

mood: for the very hot & very bothered, don’t worry we’re all unabashedly flustered here includes: fun sex, angry sex, kinky sex, tender sex! p0rnz without plots, bdsm fics, etc. but rly any fic with undeniably hot-as-shit scenes that make you falter mid-story as you embarrassingly mutter a quiet “...fuCK.” a heated gaze is thrown across a room (club, ballroom, classroom, battlefield, London street, you get it). someone is pushing someone else against a wall and claiming a mouth/neck. hair has been thoroughly mussed. fingers have been slicked. voices are hoarse af. a gasp a growl a whimper a howl a moan a groan. a mewl?? hell, even those. [all fics rated E]

Lucid by @dracoladon​ - 4k  “Hm. All this Greek mythology stuff is actually quite interesting. Harry will have to remember to ask Draco about it another time. You know. When he isn’t sucking his brains out through his dick, or something.” --lmaooo goddammit this fic is perfect. hilarious but also sexy af?? harry has a Thing for draco’s intelligence so he proceeds to fck him into incoherence. - 

just tell me when it’s alright by @bonesliketambourines​ - 23k harry being insecure about what he wants and draco knowing exactly what he needs. lots of hot rough sex interspersed with learning how to trust each other. but it’s that final scene, fucking christ. don't look at me im a hoe for overstimulation ok sksksk -

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by @tessacrowley - 9k curse-breaker draco in prada heels, solving cases whilst being imposingly attractive?? like first of all, step on me. second of all, keep scrambling harry’s poor h0rny brain, it’s good for him -

Catching the Niffler by @keyflight790 and @tsundanire - 10k 8th year party games, very randy and very reckless. every one has an exhibitionist streak. harry is egging draco on. draco is losing his shit. it’s a public wank to rule all public wanks. also there's a very hot pansmione moment?? goD it’s a great ass day to be a hyperventilating bi. -

A Touch of Silk by raitala - 4k harry has won a bet and draco has to serve him afternoon tea while wearing a dress and, well. harry has absolutely no cool when draco is being distractingly beautiful. the tension leading up to very hot, very silky sex is fucking perfect. we love stammering harry. 10/10 -

Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark​ - 29k veela draco works at the dept. of magical beings and steps in to help a recently-turned werewolf harry who is being very broody about his situation. they are both extremely rattled by each other’s hotness. sexy times ensue. i've never been so flustered by just kissing. and when they finally get to it?? harry’s Thing for draco’s majestic hair?? goD yes -

Seeing Stars (brighter than the constellations) by carpemermaid - 7k quidditch-reporter, glasses-wearing draco losing his shit over hung!harry in the locker rooms during a post-match interview is just *chef’s kiss* - 

Unpin That Spangled Breastplate by @tackytigerfic​ - 18k curse-breaker draco reluctantly having to accept harry as his new partner/apprentice. draco having a Thing for harry’s clothes. the banter, the sexual tension, and um the anteroom scene?? BITCH, THE ANTEROOM SCENE??? i yelled. voyeuristic wet dream that leads to even more silk-shirted sex. what’s not to love here, honestly. -

White as Snow by @bixgirl1 - 19k harry and draco narrowly escaping death, stranded in a cabin, reluctantly talking about their Feelings but in a sexy foreplay way feat. draco’s knickers. it’s emotionally honest and hot as fuck??? extremely my shit -

A Shorts Story About Love by @shealwaysreads - 3k im obsessed with harry going to magical uni and living in a house with neville, hermione, and the Hot Slytherins (aka pansy blaise draco duh). and then harry being flustered by draco in booty shorts?? bitch same. -

witching hour by @primavera-cerezos - 1k truly im a Hoe for sleepy subspace eager-for-it harry. just under 1k but immaculate and soft and sexy as hell -

Color Me Enamored by @peachpety - 4k “Well, now,” Harry says, voice gruff, “isn’t that hot as fuck.” --me, thinking about salt & pepper drarry smoking cigars and sipping whiskey and taking baths and getting all wet -

23 by @warmfoothills - 7k femme lesbians drarry!!!! being hot in a club!!! we’re very bi and very riled up on a sunday afternoon, folks -

One, Two, Three by @gracerene09 - 6k in which drarry considers a third and holy fuCK does charlie dragon-tamer-sex-god weasely deLIVER!!  -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois]

[cartoonfantic8]

LGBTQ+ Percy Jackson Headcannons

Hello everyone, I hope everyone’s day is going good. I wanted to do these headcannons for so long and I was waiting for Pride Month but fuck it, I want to do them. Love is Love and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because your valid and amzing the way you are! Spoilers for TOA, Jason’s not dead!

- Percy Jackson is bisexual

- He’s less of a leader of the camp and more like the big brother. Most campers go to him to come out because he’s such a supportive person and such a great listener.

- If that camper has a crush on another camper and Percy knows that other camper likes them back, Percy along with the help of Piper get them togther.

- Bisexual Piper (or Pan)

- The Aphrodite Cabin help curious or confused campers figure out there sexuality or gender. They know pretty much know all sexuality’s and genders and help.

- If there’s a camper who dose not identify what there assigned gender at birth is, the Aphrodite cabin helps them feel more masculine, feminine, both or neither. They will give them clothes that they like because they have the biggest closet in Camp. They give makeup and tips, if someone wants to cut there hair, they will cut it. They just like to make people feel beautiful, handsome, or both.

- If there’s an asexual or aromatic Aphordite kid who thinks something is wrong with them, there siblings tell them that there vaild and loves them so much.

- Aphrodite is so supportive of her kids. She wants them to love whoever they want and even if they don’t, she’s still happy for them. Sometimes if one of her kids have homophobic mortal parents, she will go talk to that child and tell them that love is love and that there vaild for liking who the like.

- Aphrodite cabin team up with the Athena cabin to teach the camp about the different sexuality and genders. The Athena Cabin more specially teaches the history.

-Pansexual Annabeth

- Athena Cabin teaches and educated people on every aspect of the LGBTQ community. If someone is uneducated, they teach them. They teach the Camp about the history and how it’s important.

- They will have literal charts, graphs and even discussions and debates if a character in there favorite book is LGBT or not.

- Malcome Pace is gay.

He’s dating Conner Stroll and they didn’t really tell anyone because they lowkey forgot. Everyone just thought there were best friends. One night at the campfire, Conner comes to sit with Malcome because at this point, no one follows the rule. He kisses him on the the cheek and the Apollo kids stop singing. The whole Camp is in shock, and they both reliazed what happened.

- The Athena Cabin and Hermes Cabin were asking them so many questions like “When did you get togther”, “How did you get togther”, or “Why didn’t you tell us”. The Aphrodite cabin was just squealing because they shipped them for so long. Everyone was asking questions. Mr.D was like “Ha, called it”, Malcome and Conner both said that “They just assumed everyone knew”, like did the camp see how close they were?

- Travis is so happy for his little brother, and supported them so much. Katie Gardener is happy for Conner because even though they get on each other’s nerves, Conner deserves someone who loves him as much as Travis loves her. Annabeth is so happy for her little brother. She asked “When did you two get togther?” They both replied with “8 months ago”. The entire Camp gose nuts of that fact that Malcome Pace and Conner Stroll got togther eight months ago without anyone knowing.

- In Olympus, Hermes keeps gloating to Athena that one of his kids is with hers.

- Back at Camp, the counselors are ready to do the normal Camp tradition when a new couple gets togther. Conner and Malcome know what’s coming, the Aries kids pick them up and dump them into the lake. It’s a tradition that started with Percebth.

- Conner’s gay

- The Aries Cabin are a little weary of the community but after one of there siblings come out, they become so protective of them.

- Pansexual Will

- During Pride Month, every single day during the Campfire, the Apollo cabin sing LGBTQ anthems.

- They put on LGBT movies during Pride Month for movie night. Conner and Travis tried to sneak in R rated movies but got caught.

- Apollo being so bi as fuck when he’s at camp and encourages campers to come out.

- In fact all the Gods not caring what gender or sexuality there kid is and supports them. After all, the Greeks were never straight

- Hazel and Calypso being so confused about the community because they weren’t around when the terms were made. Annabeth and Piper help educate them on the community

- Hazel finding a term that identity’s with her because even though she loved Sammy and loves Frank but there were a few girls back home that she liked. She’s happy that it isn’t unnatural.

- Pansexual Hazel

- Frank being so supportive and happy that she found out a part of her.

- Bisexual Leo

- Also Trans Leo (FTM)

- Leo being trans and insecure about his identity because of some transphobic foster homes. Piper and Jason being the first people to know and slowly felt more comfortable it’s telling people.

- Leo’s terrified to tell Calypso because he’s scared she will leave him. He puts off for a long time and Calypso knows something’s up. After much encouragement from his friends, he finally decided to tell Calypso. He asks her on a date in Bunker Nine.

- It was a very enjoyable date and they had a great time. Leo was stalling and Calypso knew but didn’t push him. He finally spit it out and was braced for Calypso to be disgusted and leave him but instead she was confused. Calypso never really grasped the term and just asked questions. Leo was shocked at her reaction and explains to her and she understood a lot more and was fine with it.

- Leo was shocked and rambled on about how he dosen’t meet her expectation of a “cis guy” and Calypso cuts him off with a hug and tells him she loves him no matter what. Leo was on the brink of tears and they just stayed there for a while.

- A couple days later, Calypso made Leo a homemade binder using the same material that she used when she makes him fireproof clothes. Leo was very happy. (I can do more of Trans Leo if anyone wants any)

- The Hunt obviously accepts trans girls because trans girls are girls!

- Artemis also hunts transphobes for fun with the help of Reyna and Thaila.

- Meg curses out anyone who is homophobic or transphobic.

- Mr.D threatening to turn someone into a dolphin if he hears someone say something homophobic or transphobic. Chrion giving that person cleaning duties for a month after dinner.

- Rachel blasting out Girl In Red in her cave.

- Percy, Leo, and Piper blastes our Sweather Weather at 3am, in the Posiden Cabin, singing it in the top of there lungs

- There’s a support group in Camp Jupiter for the LGBTQ+ community and Hazel obviously joins. The group gladly accepts there praetor.

- The Demeter Cabin makes rainbow flower crowns during Pride Month.

- Sally Jackson makes rainbow cookies for Pride.

- The Hephuetus Cabin teams up with the Aphrodite cabin to make rainbow jewelry.

- During Pride Month, the Iris Cabin decorated the entire camp in rainbows, they had a whole celebration all month. Things like Pride songs every night or movies, accessories and flags and even a parade.

- Jason being the whitest, straightest, cisest, male out there and supporting all his friends no matter what. He takes them to Pride, donates to charitys and organizations for LGBTQ+ teams or adults. Jason educates himself and will be there every step of the way. Calypso and Frank also being huge supporters!

- Nico being so happy that things have changed and he’s finally in an environment where he is accepted and loved. Will loves seeing his boyfriend smile.

- At the end of the month, the Hephuetus Cabin puts out a rainbow firework show, showing how everyone is accepted no matter what.

I can make a Part two if any wants

[2amtechnicolor]

things i'm doing that have helped me feel better

🌙 sleeping earlier

i used to sleep 3am-11am and while that was a full 8 hours, i would miss a whole chunk of the day. the hours i had at night (9pm-3am) were usually spent mindlessly scrolling. i couldn't do anything at that time. by sleeping earlier (12am-8am), i've been more alert and more receptive to going out since i won't have to change my sleep schedule to accommodate.

☀️ having a morning routine

having a morning routine gives me a sense of momentum in the mornings. it allows my head to slowly adapt to the day ahead.

🏅 doing daily exercises

i'm still not very athletic, but doing some daily stretching and mild calisthenics keeps me feeling good. i also play groovecoaster and i've gotten pretty good!

🍎 eating better food

i used to basically only eat carbs and while they tasted good, they didn't do much for my body. i also would just eat when i was bored and wanted something to do with my hands which also isn't great. i'm not someone who likes cooking, so i have pre-packaged protein bars and fun greek yogurts when i'm feeling hungry, and i try not to snack if i don't need it. i portion control what i'm eating now instead of taking the whole bag and i try to be mindful of what my body is telling me instead of just reaching for whatever's available.

🌊 showering

i try to shower every day. it's part of my routine. i use the same shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. it just keeps me feeling clean and like i can face the day ahead. i always feel better about myself and my appearance after i shower.

💊 taking my medication daily

i take them in the morning after my shower. i know i don't get enough nutrients in my diet, so i have fruity gummy vitamins that i take daily! i keep them with my meds so i remember to take those too. what keeps me on track is the daily med holder i have and the fact that i've skipped days before and they always make me feel awful. medication works, don't stop taking it if it works for you.

✏️ bullet journaling

i have a prompt that i copy and paste into a diary app every day, it asks me if i did each part of my morning routine, what my schedule is, what anime i watched, what games i played, what i ate that day, and if there's anything else on my mind. i have designated emojis for everything. it makes me feel accomplished.

🎨 giving myself time to be creative

i try to set aside at least 15 minutes to an hour to draw every day. it keeps my skills sharp and keeps me motivated to finish art. i try to stay as focused on my art as possible, and limit my social media use.

🎮 giving myself time to do something fun

i give myself time in the evenings to play a game or watch youtube or read manga. i try to stay away from social media during this time and just focus on making myself feel good.

📱 limiting my social media use (particularly twitter and instagram)

social media is designed to make you mad. i made a rule to no longer follow people who upset me, or look up things that upset me. it's easiest to do this on tumblr, which is why i usually have no problems scrolling my dash. however, on twitter, the news is in my face, and on instagram, i find myself spiraling down into a rabbithole of comparisons and self-doubt. when i spend time away from those spaces, i do feel a lot better.

💞 reaching out to friends

when i feel lonely and isolated, i ramp up my time on social media. but validation from strangers doesn't necessarily fill the void of love. so i try to spent a little time each day chatting with a friend or spending time with my family.

🏠 spending time outside my room

this is a big one, and one that i struggle with. my room is my safe haven, but it's also isolating. when i move outside that environment, i'm giving myself permission to take up space, reminding myself that it's my home too. while there are certain activities i prefer to do in my room, i try to spend a little time each day in a different area of the house.

these haven't fixed all my mental health problems. i still struggle with work stress and communicating with people. my executive function when it comes to chores and adult tasks is still terrible. i hate cooking and cleaning. however, several months ago, i couldn't do any of the above. i felt like i was just waiting for the day to end, for my life to pass by, and that's not a way to live.

i'm taking care of me, because i didn't in the past, and i want to make up for the time i've lost by just existing, but not living.

[darklyndivinely]

MASTERLIST (Recommended works)

♡ Navigation • Masterlist ♡

MARVEL

Spiderman

• Tasm!Peter Parker

➳ The Itsy Bitsy Spider by @gotkindabored

Summary - Funnily enough, Peter's girlfriend has a crippling fear of spiders.

Reader type - Female

Loki Laufeyson

➳ Its 3AM, I must be lonely

Summary - Loki shows up on your doorstep.

Thor Odinson

➳ Teller of Secrets

Summary - Thor has always been bad at keeping secrets.

Steve Rogers

➳ You're my favorite tune by @shieldedreams

Summary - your favorite song soon becomes Steve's favorite song (but your voice beats any song)

Reader type - Gender Neutral

Bucky Barnes

➳ NFWMB by @marvelswh0re

Summary - Bucky has to become The Winter Soldier for a mission, but reader assures him that everything is going to be okay.

Reader type - Female

Druig

➳ Perfection 2 by @hottpinkpenguin

Summary - Druig wanted to ask the reader to marry him but when he turned around they were gone. Nothing but dust in their spot.

Reader type - Female

➳ Empath by @sivtries

Summary - Druig and you have a wondrously intense relationship.

Marc Spector, Steven Grant

➳ Lioness by @imarvelatthestars

Summary - Durga's Trishul has been stolen and you need it back but Khonshu's avatar is one stubborn man.

Reader type - Female

➳ Dancing in the Moonlight by @moon-silvered

Summary - Telepathic!Reader is reeling from sensing an unworldly presence in loyal bookshop customer, Steven Grant when he asks Reader on a date.

Reader type - Female

➳ Gods and Monsters by @a-edgar-allan-hoe

Summary - Imagine being Hekate, Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You were sent on a mission to investigate and put a stop to a string of supernatural activities that had been picked up. Using your gifted senses, your trail eventually leads you to the steps of a museum, where you stumble upon the unexpected.

Reader type - Female

DUNE

Paul Atreides

➳ No Escape by @nexusnyx

Summary - He arrived at the sietch with the rest of Stilgar’s group and ever since, your mind ceased to know peace. Paul's thoughts alone were as scorching as the midday sun, but his dreams—those were the issue. Those never hid why you needed stay far from his path.

Reader type - Gender Neutral

➳ Tranquility by @jotypes

Summary - In a world between House Atreides and Arrakis, Bene Gesserit and Fremen, Paul has many grievances, and he's horribly lost but you come along, as a Bene Gesserit student of the Suk School, and everything becomes clearer for him.

Reader type - Female

Leto Atreides

➳ Married to your work by @maharani-radha-writes

Summary - When you were selected as the Earth Ambassador to Caladan, you weren't sure what to expect. You were even more clueless when you found out that the only thing that would make this ambassadorship business work was if you married Duke Atreides himself.

Reader type - Female

Duncan Idaho

➳ Epiphany by @inknopewetrust

Summary - The lines of sweet sorrow have shown her head. Looking legacies of old crumble beneath the puppeteer's strings as blood runs cold on the sandy dunes of Arrakis.

Reader type - Female

DC

Batman

• Battinson

➳ In Better Circumstances by @imaginingmarvelandeverything

Summary - Y/N returns home from work one night to find Sal Maroni sat with her parents. They owe him for something big, so in payment he demands she marry his son or he will kill her entire family. With Bruce abroad, it looks she will have to go through with the engangement.

Reader type - Female

ENCANTO

Dolores Madrigal

➳ Mamá can't know by @doloresswife

Summary - Reader and Dolores have a secret relationship but then Pepa walks in on them making out.

Reader type - Gender Neutral

OBEY ME

➳ House of Lamentation Rules (AU) by @satanist-apparently

➳ How they cry by @kitsune-oji

Lucifer

➳ Claire De Lune by @kage7ama

Reader type - Gender Neutral

Asmodeus

➳ Instantly Addicted by @asmos-pet

Summary - Asmodeus and reader don't work well together until an in the moment kiss changes that.

Reader type - Female

➳ I think I love you

Reader type - Gender Neutral

RAGE OF THE TITANS

Pierce

➳ Love You, Hate You by @wpbianca99

Reader type - Female

[thesmokingguns]

WENDY AND THE LOST BOYS CHAPTER 2

“Sasha. Yo, Sasha.” The sound of Tommy calling her name woke her up and she made a small sound trying to cover her ears by burying herself deeper in Tommy. There was a banging on the door to the room, “Yo Nikki, have you seen Sasha?” The door handle jiggled making her eyes snap open as she looked down at the person she was laying on. His green eyes were looking at her before he turned to look up at the door.

Nikki got out of the bed, pointing at Sasha to try and stay in the bed so he could get rid of the drummer. She was quiet but he could see this weird nervous energy coming off her. The past 24 hours had completely rocked his impression of the girl who didn’t give two shits about anything. He realized it was because for the first time she didn’t have Tommy as a bodyguard and she was feeling vulnerable. Nikki moved the wooden chair he had propped under the knob the night before knowing how Tommy liked to just walk into places without knocking and opened the door a crack.

“Sasha? I don’t know man. I got back here at 3am and there was that wild storm after it.” Nikki was filling the gap in the door not about to let him into the room. “Maybe she went grocery shopping or out with one of her friends?” Tommy shook his head.

“No, she wouldn’t do that today.” The drummer was pacing the hallway and Nikki could see Mick standing at the end of the hall. Even though the guitarist had in sunglasses Nikki knew that he was staring at him and he knew where Sasha was. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I should have left with you and that chick last night.” Nikki wanted to look over to where Sasha was standing on the bed but he didn’t want to give it away that she was inside the room.

“Let me throw pants on. Maybe she ran out of cigarettes. We can go look.” He watched Tommy nod before closing the door. Sasha had this strange look on her face as she reached for the cigarettes on Nikki’s dresser. “What’s going on today?” He asked, pulling on his jeans. She looked at him, those blue eyes wild as she just shook her head. Nikki threw up his hands grabbing his shirt and jacket. Sasha took a few steps across the room reaching him and touching his arm, making Nikki turn to look at her.

“Thank you for letting me sleep here last night. I don’t think I would have been able to sleep if you didn’t come home.” She admitted. She stood on her tiptoes as Nikki leaned down, brushing a kiss on his cheek. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair giving her a proper kiss. How did she smell so good living in this dump with them. His hand was around her waist and the way he was looking at her was trouble.

“Sixx, I’m heading out.” Tommy called, breaking them apart. He left the room and she listened at the door to make sure they were actually gone.

“You can come out of his room now.” She heard Mick call out. Sasha’s head came out of the room as she looked around. Mick shook his head at her.

“I didn’t have sex with him.” She let him know crossing over into the room she shared with Tommy. Sasha knew she had to get ready to go.

“Oh, I know you didn’t have sex with him.” Mick commented looking in the open door as she dug into the closet. “I can’t figure out why you haven’t slept with anyone yet but I kind of like that you’re driving them all crazy.” She gave him a smile shutting the door as he walked away.

Sasha knew she didn’t have much time to get ready. Tommy had every right to be frantic. They had to be at the courthouse at noon and it was already eleven. She carefully slid the thigh highs on, clipping them to a garter and moving to grab the strapless dress in the closet. She didn’t want to look in the mirror at herself, knowing that the scars would show. The cardigan on the bed was quickly thrown on and Sasha headed out. It had only taken her fifteen minutes to get ready; any longer Tommy might be back screaming.

She slid through the open window, frustrated about the nailed door. Being the party house had been so much fun but moments like this she was over it. She carefully headed down the concrete stairs, heels clicking and heart racing. She didn’t want to do this. Already her hands were shaking and stomach tight. Sasha fumbled for her cigarettes looking up as she heard her name. Tommy came rubbing across the street, hands smacking against the roof of a taxi that almost hit him.

“Of all days to go missing.” He said throwing his hands up at her. His mood softened when she glanced up under her king eyelashes, eyes looking like they would burst any second. “I shouldn’t have gone out last night. We should have stayed at my parents house.” She grabbed his hand weaving their fingers.

“Ah, Angel, you’ve landed back home. And looking very nice.” Nikki took in her appearance. What an upgrade from her usual keds and t-shirts. He had expected more of a reaction but she just did a smirk. “Are you two going on a date?” He teased, thinking it was too early. Tommy looked at her as if asking her if he was okay to talk.

“We have to go to court. We’ll see you later, Sixx.” A yellow cab had pulled up and she moved inside grabbing sunglasses and pushing them on to cover the tears already filling her eyes

*Flashback*

“Get over here, you little bitch.” The sound of bottles smashing just propelled Sasha to the door. She had gotten out of her boyfriend's bedroom and could see the exit of the apartment.

Neil had been pissed off after the show. His singing was off and instead of just admitting he didn’t have a career in music he took his anger out on her. He was going on about how she didn’t respect him because had seen her flirting with the bartender. She had been ordering him a beer.

“Nooo.” She screamed feeling her hair yanked back, sending her flying onto her back on the living room floor. He was going to kill her. If she was sure of anything it was that Neil had lost his mind completely and was going to kill her.

Tommy was drumming on the dashboard as his mom drove him back from the show they had tonight. He had to go  to church with her in the morning but he was planning to stop by Neil’s house to grab some of the stuff he had lying around. His mom had agreed to wash his clothes this weekend and pick him up from the show so it was a pretty big win for the seventeen year old. Plus his mother was the best cook in the world and even though Tommy would never admit it he loved being in the kitchen talking to his mother and watching the Greek VHS tapes of the soap operas his mother loved.

“I’ll just be two minutes.” Tommy promised, watching his mother undo her seatbelt. She gave him a look and he knew that she was coming long with him. His mother wasn’t a fool and knew her son got into a lot of mischief but she always felt better meeting the people who he surrounded himself with. That way she knew if something happened who she would have to kill for letting her only son get hurt. As they headed into the apartment the sound of shattering glass and a scream filled the air. His mother gave him a look, wondering what sort of trouble he had managed to attract this time. He didn’t bother knocking, just through open the door ready to greet his singer. What he saw instead was Sasha on the floor, face down, bleeding into the carpet with Neil sitting on top of her, a broken beer bottle glistening with blood, circle patterns over her left shoulder.

“Tommy, get him off her. I’m calling the police.” his mother pushed her son to the man wielding a weapon as she picked up the touch tone phone to dial 9-1-1. She extranded the cord as far as it would go as she sat on the carpet next to the girl who was fading in and out of consciousness. Tommy had tackled Neil, his mother watching to make sure her skinny son was okay. “I need an ambulance as soon as possible as well as police. A woman was attacked.” she gave them the address carefully pushing aside Sasha’s hair to check on the girl. She saw her blue eyes, she was fighting to stay awake, the loss of blood weakening her.

“Thank you.” she whispered a hand that had been digging into the carpet reached out taking Tommy’s mothers hand in her own. She held this girl wondering if she was going to die on the carpet in her lap. Her eyes shifted between the blonde and Tommy who was sitting on his singer who seemed to be coming down from whatever manic episode he was on and realizing there was blood covering his apartment. She was realizing that the blonde wasn’t as old as she had expected and was probably around the same age as her daughter making her more upset. She only knew that they saved that girls life that night.

*End Flashback*

“I’m scared, Tommy.” Sasha whispered as they sat on the bench outside of the courtroom. She would be called to the stand and he wanted to sit with her instead of inside with his parents. He was feeling guilty about not being there with her last night ahead of what would be a hard day for her. Having to relive what happened with Neil and let people hear details she wasn’t ready to even admit having happened was something Tommy knew she was struggling with. He squeezed her hand letting her rest on his shoulder, “The band is going to all look at me differently. I’m going to need to move out. I can’t believe I let this happen.” She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

“Sasha Kavorky .” She looked up hearing her name. Tommy was already standing up helping her to her feet. His arms wrapped around her body in a tight hug before watching her walk into the courtroom.

She didn’t meet the eyes of anyone until after she was sworn in and the questioning began. She had gone over her testimony before and knew that there were going to be issues with how people saw her. She went over her background with Neil leading up to the big event so everyone would know their story and it was going to be out there for the jury to make their decision on. Sasha looked at Tommy in the crowd, sitting next to his mother and was thankful at least there was one good thing that happened from meeting Neil.

Sasha had been a young kid when she had met Neil. He had come into the thrift store she was working at looking around as if he was trying to be a superstar on a budget. But he was nice to her and didn't treat her like she was the fifteen year old kid she actually was.  That was the first sign that he was trouble but she hadn't realized that it was creepy for a twenty year old to hit on a child. He had started grooming her after a few weeks of making small talk at the shop. She went to see his band play and loved the way Neil threw his arm around her handing her beers well girls looked on jealous. It was also cool that Tommy, who was a Junior in high school started talking to her even though she was just a Sophomore. She probably got along better with Tommy because he was closer to her age and just a kid in High School like herself. He drove this gross van that always had a weird smell because he banged chicks back there but he’d drive her over to Neil’s after school because that’s where band practice was. When he became  Senior and she was a Junior that’s when things started to get bad.

It had been like overnight Sasha went from a good looking girl to a total knockout smokeshow. She filled in and started to get more attention as she got older. After Tommy graduated and she was 17 they were all at his graduation party in the backyard of his parents house. Neil had gotten so mad at the fact that some guy asked her to dance and a fight had almost broken out. Sasha had been able to cool everyone down but that night he had hit her for the first time. When the guys were at the show the next day Tommy had asked her about her shiner and Sasha had to laugh it off saying she had drank too many beers at the party and fell. If she had known that this was just the first brick in a wall of lies she didn’t know if she’d have told it. With Tommy out of school Neil started to get really paranoid about Sasha’s senior year. Even though she had moved in with him years ago he still was worried about her. He had started spending her shifts working watching her, coming in and checking up on her, and never leaving her alone. If she laughed at a joke a customer said she knew he’d beat her for it later. It was a double standard however. When they played shows Neil would grab girls feeling them up and acting like Sasha didn’t exist.

Tommy pulled her aside when she was looking for Neil before the show. She had been holding the beers that she was supposed to get for him and was afraid she’d be in trouble if he didn't get it well it was still cold. Tommy had told her that he had met the bassist for London and he was going to start a new band with him. The way that he had told her this before telling his band made Sasha realize that people were starting to see what Neil was doing to her. Tommy told her to call him because maybe she’d come to practices and see if they were any good. He was trying to do anything to get her away from Neil at that point. She had only nodded moving to the dressing room to give the lead singer the beer.

“Can you show us where he stabbed you?” the lawyer asked, knowing that seeing the scars would be better for the jury than the photographs they had of her shoulder. She knew this was coming from the mock interrogations that she had sat through. Sasha nodded, biting her lip and shrugging out of the cardigan. When she turned in the seat you could see the mangled circle patterns on her shoulder, three wounds all over lapping. The last one had stabbed the bottle so deep into her she had thought it had gone clear through. She didn’t turn to look at the jury when she heard the murmuring as she showed them the display but the first time she looked at Neil, her stomach twisting as she saw the way a smirk was on the edges of his lips as he tried to get a look at his handy work. She searched the crowd finding Tommy looking at her, his eyes not leaving her face as she shrugged her cardigan back on.

Tommy and his family were her family now. Not just like her family but his parents had officially adopted her after everything that had happened. When she had gone into the hospital his mother or Tommy were by her side until they released her. She had gone home to the Lee household and was given the guest room and told that it was her room now and she could decorate it how she pleased. His mother took her shopping with his sister and drove her to school. She loved her like a daughter and never ever made her feel like she was anything less than her own child. And Tommy was her best friend, her brother, and the only person in the world she felt like she could tell anything to. It was nice he put her on a pedestal because they both never thought of sleeping with the other person but there was a comfort between them of security they hadn���t found with anyone else in their lives.

When he went to Nikki’s house to jam he would bring her along, as long as she wasn’t in school. His parents made sure she had a semi normal existence after everything. When they had met Mick for the first time she had been leaning over the railing of the apartment smoking one of Nikki’s cigarettes and telling them to help him carry his stuff up. She had been the one to know about the party that Vince was playing because she had just graduated  and knew where all the parties were. It had only been six months since  she had almost been killed by the psycho but she had found her place.

The jury was told to go deliberate and they were allowed to leave until a decision was made. Since their court time was later in the day there was a fear they wouldn’t hear back by the end of the day. It was something they were kind of expecting. Sasha was sitting between Tommy and his mother, drinking the cup of warm coffee when a lawyer came out, his face sweating. They all looked up at him, hearts beating, knowing they’d know what was going to happen soon. When the guilty verdict was read she didn’t clap or cheer but sat there, a wave of relief washing over her because it meant that she was safe.

“Are you okay?” Tommy’s mother asked holding her in her arms as they sat around people who were getting up to leave. Sasha could only nod her head, she felt the tears coming from the relief she felt. Her hands digging into her purse as she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slid them over her eyes, “Do you two want to come home or are you going to get proper wasted?” Tommy rolled his eyes at his mothers attempt to use cool lingo but she had gotten the smile she had wanted out of Sasha.

“I’m sure the guys are a little confused but they’d be down to go out and party.” she turned back to his mother, “But we’re still on for Sunday dinner.” she promised kissing the woman's cheek.

Sasha went into the window first looking around to see Mick laying back in a chair, fiddling with his guitar, Nikki had papers spread out and was rapidly talking to Vince at the coffee table. The looked up at the pair entering.

“Tommy, we’ve written a new song. Come over here for a second and play it.” Nikki demanded. The drummer nodded moving past him to grab a beer in the fridge. He tossed one to Sasha and the pair of them both seemed to have the same idea. They started shut gunning the beers, laughing as the empty cans hit the floor, “Can you two grow up?” NIkki said, surprised when Sasha flipped him off before heading into the room she shared with Tommy.

“Why did you two have to go to court? Did you end some weird secret marriage?” Vince asked as Tommy got situated behind his drums. The drummer glanced to the door of the room wondering if he should tell them now that it was over.

“I met Sasha through the lead singer of my old band. She started dating him when she was a kid and he treated her really badly.” Tommy told them. The guys all wanted more information but Sasha was coming out of the room. She had on her usual denim shorts that were cut too high in the back and she was wearing the London shirt again. She looked at Nikki giving him a smirk when he saw what she was wearing.

“Did you see London got a new bassist? They’re playing at The Rainbow tonight.” She teased plopping down on the couch across from where they were set up.

“You’re going to wear the band's shirt to their show? Seems kind of lame.” Nikki muttered. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh, fashion advice from the guy who’s wearing his own band shirt right now.” Mick covered anything Nikki could say by starting the guitar chords to their new song. She smiled getting the last word in and watching the guys start tweaking the song around. When it started to get dark they all were antsy for a drink.

Despite Nikki’s protests they had ended up at The Rainbow. The only good thing was she had changed out of the band shirt and was wearing this one shoulder leopard dress that seemed to cling and hang off every part of her body. She even wore high heels instead of her usual scuffed keds. When she had come out of the room Tommy had given the boys all a look that was clear to stay away from her. Which was fine but well they all drank and listened to the band Nikki watched Sasha hammering back shots.

“She’s shattered.” Mick commented from where he was sitting next to Nikki. “Are you going to go save her?” He looked up to see her leaning against what looked like the leader singer of London. As if she realized he was staring she made eye contact with him through the crowd. He had no idea how she was able to take his breath away with a single look but it was like her blue eyes stopped time. She had stepped away from the singer and moved through the crowd seeming not to bump into anyone.

“Hey, are you guys with the band?” She teased leaning close to them. Mick gave her a small look and she leaned over whispering something in his ear before pointing to a group of girls. The guitarist gave her a look before heading over to see what she was talking about. Sasha took up his space sighing in relief, “I wanted to look nice to celebrate today and just feel free. You didn’t even say if I looked nice.” She said her head rolling to look over at him.

“Fishing for compliments?” The bassist asked, licking his lips. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She was always gorgeous but he didn’t realize she could be this stunning.

“Is it really fishing when I look like this?” She asked him leaning forward to take his Jack and coke, sipping it as she leaned back into the seat. She was teasing him, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it because she was like Tommy’s kid sister. He watched her out a leg up on the table, her dress sliding up her thigh and skin glistening in the lights. She let her head roll looking at him with these blue starry eyes. “I am very drunk and lonely.” She told him.

“You’re only 18. You’re not allowed to be lonely.” He teased her before pushing her leg off the table before he was tempted to run his hands up it. “And if you’re so drunk don’t drink other people’s drinks.” He leaned close wanting to grab his drink from her hands but she just leaned into him.

“You’re only 23 and someone could drown in the loneliness in your eyes.” Nikki stopped at her words and she looked around slyly. “Why don’t you take me home, Sixx? Or are you spending the night with someone else?” Sasha had got her hand around his neck, her nails scratching his head well she shifted almost onto his lap.

“Tommy would kill us.” He told her through gritted teeth. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her home. “Why don’t I just walk you back?” He asked, watching the way she pouted. God, the fullness of her lips were accented in the bratty face she was making. Lips like pillows on girls that looked like her were a recipe for disaster.

He managed to get her outside of the club, steering her in the direction of their apartment. The warmth of summer seeming to sink into their bones. Sasha was smoking his cigarettes, making Nikki wonder if she ever bought her own. She didn’t seem as drunk now that they were in the fresh air. She was steady besides him, holding his arm when they would cross a street and seeming to be lost in thought.

“Are you going to miss me, Nikki?” She asked as they climbed through the window. It was weird to be alone in the apartment, knowing everyone was out partying.

“Miss you? When the band goes on tour?” He joked watching her as she stood in the doorway to Tommy’s room. She shook her head.

“I’m going to college. I start at UCLA in less than a month. I’ll be living in the dorms there so I’ll be out of your hair.” Why did that information catch him so off guard. She licked her lips, “I guess I should practice sleeping alone. Have fun with the guys.” She shut the door to Tommy’s room locking the door with a soft click before he could react.

Nikki’s head spun as he walked back to the Rainbow. Why was he upset that she was going to be leaving? He wouldn’t have to buy cigarettes as much, that was for sure. But there also wouldn’t be the sound of her laughing as she drank her coffee on the counter tops in the morning. She wouldn’t be there when they practiced, watching him with those big blue eyes. The smell of her wouldn’t be in the shower. These little things that had felt so good without standing out this summer played over and over in his mind. What he couldn’t really understand was when he had started to like having her around.