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Good for Me | KTH

Pairing: Bad Boy Taehyung x Wholesome Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, PWP (porn with plot LMAO),

Summary: You went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?—follow you home. Insane? Probs, but you’re always good for him so why not?

Warning: OC’s parents are those strict nosy parents who still tell you what to do even if you’re 50 years+, mentions of Christianity hfrowhouw SUE ME, i have no idea what oc and tae are but you know there’s something, mentions of violence, blood, fighting, sneaky sneaky, dom tae x subby reader but tae is needy and whipped for her, he’s just a little shit, tae has a favorite curse word—it’s fuck, TAEHYUNG IS HUGE AND HUNG, aggressive handling (but oc consented), degradation/praise combo, pet names (because I’m a simp), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, spanking, tae enjoys seeing oc cry, licking, i think i have an obsession with orgasm control/denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), cream pie, cum play, the ending though MWAHAHAHAH

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: I’m adding on for the taewhores and also wrote one lol BLAME THE FUCKING ELLE COVERS BECAUSE THIS SHOT OUT OF MY BLEEDING VAGINA DJDBDBSB I’M REPENTING AFTER THIS also cross-posted on AO3. Posting this at 2AM because that's when the feral wolf comes out :D

“You know ___, you shouldn’t be going out and partying. What if you do drugs and we don’t know? You know you should focus on yo—”

“Dad, for the last time, I’ve been focusing on my studies.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting a whole ‘nother lecture when you’re here, and you got here today! “I rarely go out too, plus if I do, I know I have to finish my work! You’ve seen my grades!”

“Yes, I know but still. Those worldly activities won’t get you anywhere in life but trouble.” Your dad expressed his continuous concern for you. He can’t help that you were his youngest. “Especially with boys! I mean your sisters have boyfriends but we don’t want that for y—”

“Dad, please. Nothing’s going on with me.” You semi-lied. You pinched the bridge of your nose before you stared exhaustingly at him. “It’s also not fair, but I don’t want to get into that.” You muttered under your breath as your father rested his hands on his hips.

“I’m just worried about you, sweet pea, especially since you’re farther away from us than your sisters were.” He reasoned worryingly. “We rarely hear from you too.”

“Because I’m just tired and I’m usually studying.” You shrugged. “I’m safe, okay? If I’m not, I know to call you or mom.”

“Fine…” He still didn’t look convinced, but it was enough to end it…for today only. “I always pray for your safety regardless. You should get some sleep since we’re waking up early tomorrow for the church fellowship.”

“I still don’t know why you wanted me to come for the weekend.” It was random and unexpected. But your father called you a couple of days back telling you to come back home for the weekend, so as a good and obedient daughter, you did.

“Of course, you needed to come.” He said like it was obvious. “As the pastor of the church and the one who’s hosting it, I’d like all my children to come.”

“But why aren’t the other two here?” You questioned. You haven’t seen your two older sisters yet.

“I mean they live around the area, unlike you since you’re hours away. We figured that they’ll meet us over there.” He responded.

Great, you were the only one and had to deal with both of your parents for the entire weekend alone. At least your mom was already sleeping, but once she wakes up, it’ll only be twice as worse.

“Alright, well, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” You announced before hugging him. “Good night, love you.”

“Love you too, sweet pea, and remember, dear, the Lord is watching.” Your father pointed upwards, indicating the invisible yet existent one. You gulped before nodding obediently and going under your sheets. Before he left your room, he held the doorknob and said, “No boys, and don’t forget to pray!”

“Okay.” You didn’t even bother to look at him as you were situating yourself comfortably in bed. The bedroom lights were clicked off, yet the only light source was your bedside lamp. You heard your door closed shut and the sounds of his heavy footsteps disappeared away from your room before letting out a relieving sigh.

You don’t even know how long you could keep like this. There were many reasons why you wanted to be away for college, and this was one of them. You cheered yourself on right now, knowing that it’s just this weekend and you’ll be back in your freedom in no time.

This was where prayer came in handy, asking for the amount of strength and patience you’ll need with your parents. But it was all interrupted by the blue light and vibrations coming from your phone resting on your nightstand. This sigh you let out was more exasperated than before. You turned your head in that direction. You couldn’t really what was on it at this angle, but you definitely knew who it was.

You snatched your phone to find the 43 messages, 12 missed calls, and 2 voicemails from the one and only Kim Taehyung.

You honestly don’t know how you got into this mess, or how you weren’t able to get him away (probably because you still wanted him to be within reach). But the cycle continued.

It was probably because you were new to that town, having no background about your new hometown, and usually, those who lived there continued to stay there. You were fresh meat. But don’t get it wrong, people were nice and brought you in like you were always part of the community. You found new friends, even living with a girl who treated you so sweetly and caringly. It almost felt like they wanted to protect you from something…or rather someone.

That happened to be Taehyung.

You see here, folks. Kim Taehyung had a…infamous reputation. His name always got a reaction since the day he came into the world. What that meant was people were afraid of him. He grew up as a delinquent, had some family issues, got into loads of trouble, got suspended from school, was shipped to boarding school but got expelled and came back, and even got into countless fights. You recalled someone mentioning he once beaten his teacher up because he got a low grade that he shouldn’t have deserved.

He tended to get what he wanted. It didn’t help the fact that he came from a pretty well-off family, so whatever he did, it didn’t reach the police. Right? Fucking rich people.

Nevertheless, Taehyung’s behavior with or without his familial status was rogue. There have been rumors about him getting into gangs, drugs, you know the typical dark side of society. You couldn’t confirm nor deny it because despite his willingness to tell you, you never wanted to hear anything about it. Ignorance was bliss under this circumstance.

With that being said, when you first came here, you were instantly warned to stay away from him or else…You reasoned with, “or else what?” But then they proceeded to say the same things to you—he was dangerous, he harms others, he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, if you’re in his way, he’ll wipe your entire existence away, and your life would get fucked up.

You did in fact listen and stayed away. You rarely knew of him or even saw him around, but it was better safe than sorry. Of course, fate begged to differ.

Oh, that’s right. That’s how you got into this mess. You were partners with him in a general requirement course, and then after briefly talking to him, you realized he wasn’t all that bad.

First off, the dude was immaculate looking, like, who wouldn’t want to stare at his chiseled features? Yeah, he stared intensely almost like he wanted to kill you, but it affected you in other ways. His voice was cavernous and velvet like you wanted him to read the Bible to you.

He looked annoyed, yet he was a chill dude. There you thought—give him a chance and a break.

Oh boy, you thought wrong. So so wrong.

But did you love it? Absolutely.

This was why you needed to repent.

You didn’t even bother reading his texts. You decided to call him and annoyingly sat up from your comfortable position. The call didn’t even ring twice because, after the first one, he answered immediately.

“Petal, where the fuck are you?” He shouted through the phone. You squinted to yourself but weren’t as affected by his tone since you were used to it by now.

“I went home for the weekend.” You simply replied.

“And didn’t fucking bother to tell me?”

“It was a last-minute thing, and it slipped my mind.” You shrugged, then you pulled your blankets off of you to get up and habitually pace around the room while you talked. “Plus, you don’t have any authority to know where I am.”

“I absolutely do have the authority whether you like it or not.”

“Ew, red flag, why?”

“I need to know if you’re safe.” His voice subsided this time, knowing he was probably pouting yet you couldn’t see it. Okay, this was rather valid since you were associated with the bad boy of the town.

“Well, I am safe. I’m away from school and all of that.” You blushed, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “I’m with my parents too. My holy parents, might I add.”

“Right, holy parents and your holy sisters who got married to other holy men.” You could hear the sarcasm leaving his mouth. “Yet there’s nothing holy about their slutty little girl and the man that’s been fucking her to hell.”

“Shhhhh, don’t say stuff like that, Taehyung!” You whisperingly yelled as you stopped your pacing to clench your legs together. You always hated how much of a potty mouth he was. Though you internally loved it. “You know I don’t like that.”

“Come on, Petal. I’m just lightening up my mood, especially since you left me.”

“I won’t be gone for that long. It’s only the weekend, and I’ll be back in no time.” You resumed your pace before standing in front of your window with your back facing it.

“That’s too long for me to not have you.”

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do!”

“You can come back, Petal.”

“No, I can’t!” You shook your head. “My parents will get mad if I leave, for a boy too.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to let you take.”

“Taetae, no!” You were trying to stand your ground. You already had four lectures with your parents, you can’t argue with him right now. “I need to sleep, it’s getting late too!”

Though his heart fluttered at the use of the nickname, he was getting pissed off that you weren’t being a good girl for him. “Babydoll, be careful with your words. I’m warning you.” His voice went an octave down, shocking your body especially your cunt. Even hundreds of kilometers away, he had such a powerful effect on you.

“I am being careful! With everything. Now please, I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, okay Taetae? I’m sorry.” You rushed your words in fear that you were getting too loud that your parents might hear.

“This isn’t ov—” You didn’t let him finish because you decided that this conversation was over. You didn’t want to get into trouble on both ends, but your parents scared you more than him. They’ll probably want to purify you if they found out you were stained by the lustful demon-like Taehyung.

Despite ending the call, here came Taehyung calling you over and over again. You could not be bothered with it, so you settled it back onto your nightstand. You were exhausted, frustrated, and horny, but sleep was above all right now. You had to bite your tongue and go to bed.

You were about to get back into your sheets when suddenly your window from the second level of the house opened, and a gust of wind pushed its way inside. Your head snapped back at the speed of light, then a large palm covered your entire mouth before you could scream your heart out.

Though in low light, your wild widened eyes saw his face. But what sparked you was his concerning appearance. While disheveled ebony hair was pushed back with little strands falling off his forehead, yet there was a deep cut with dried-up blood around its corners. Hues of purple and yellow covered his rich eyes that gleamed in the night whilst glaring deeply into your soul. The perfect bridge of his curved nose had another pained gash. His ever-so-plumped lips were peeled and split open and the corner of his mouth held bruising. Despite all, he looked so perfect in your dazed eyes.

“Good night, okay Taetae?” At a lower volume, he mimicked your voice at a higher pitch than how you actually sounded. He dropped his hand off of you and started waving both hands around. “Oh, look, I’m ___. I need my rest to go to church with my pastor dad and repent all the nasty shit I do with my Taetae.”

You didn’t even bother to point out how he was inaccurately impersonating you because you were shushing him to shut up. “Taehyung, be quiet. My parents could hear you.” You shook your head, eyes shifting from the closed door to him. Then you realized it wasn’t locked, so you rushed there to lock it immediately. You checked the knob and once it didn’t budge, you peered back at the frustrated man standing tall and intimidating. “How did you even find me?”

“I always find you.” He snorted as his eyes roamed around your childhood bedroom. Very pink with an unhealthy amount of plushies scattered around and you had so many pictures of your family. Not to mention the Bible at your desk. “We also share each other’s location.”

“I don’t even look at yours.”

“That’s your fault.” He retorted back.

“Taetae, you’re all bruised up!” You gasped as you finally saw patches of blood stains on his denim and army fabric jacket. A sleeve was torn and ripped. His knuckles held more bruising cuts and discoloration. You couldn’t even process that he had no shirt underneath because battered markings painted his torso. It wasn’t unusual to see him like this because these things occurred regularly but never made you less at ease. You reached for his hands and inspected for any other cuts and bleeding. “Noo, do you feel like you have a concussion? Is your head also okay? Will you need stitches agai—“

Out of nowhere, his long fingers grasped under your jaw, pulling you closer to his face. His grip tightened, causing you to wince in pain. Dang, he was so furious. Not bothering to answer you, he interrupted your worries. “Now the fuck you were doing, talking back at me and hanging up? You’re not being a good girl right now.”

Though you were in a light panic for him, you didn’t like when he scolded you like that. You frowned profoundly, “I-I’m a good girl, Taetae.” Your cheeks were puffed and squishy, he even struggled to put a hard exterior.

You were always so soft even before him. You didn’t like getting scolded despite hearing numerous lectures from your parents. You always wanted to be obedient to those you loved.

However, Taehyung’s scoldings hit a little differently.

“Oh yeah, does a good girl leave their man without permission?” Taehyung patronized you, he knew how to get you to fear him. You merely shook your head and apologized, but he wasn’t having it. “Words, Petal. Speak up.”

“No, they don’t. I-I’m sorry, Taehyung.”

He lets out a dark chuckle before he pressed his injured lips to your forehead. They felt soft and warm on your skin. “I don’t think you’re sorry, babydoll. Seems like the bad girl needs to be punished.”

You shook your head, lips pushing out into a pout. “No, please.” You breathed. “My paren—”

Taehyung tutted and rolled his eyes before using the hand that held your face to coerce your head down so you can drop down to your knees. “Kneel before me, slut.”

You whimpered weakly as your knees landed on the ground with a loud thud. Your palmed rested in front of his dirtied boots. Your heart palpitated fast in fear of getting caught, but your mind was preoccupied with the unexpected slap from the man before you.

You bit your lips deeply, trying not to make any more sounds. The tears in your eyes threatened to be released but you also held back by squeezing your eyes shut. More so to not give Taehyung satisfaction. But when you peeled them back open and looked up, it was over for you.

He leered down at you, his stone demeanor expanded by the second. You noticed his naked chest raising harshly from the breaths he took. You immediately felt smaller and smaller the longer you stared at each other in this position.

“Be a good girl and take my cock out”. He commanded as he threaded his fingers through your hair and yanked you closer. “Now.”

You didn’t hesitate any longer. Your trembling hands tugged his belt off. You tried your best to quicken up the pace, but it seemed to hold you back as you struggled with the button pants and zipper. Taehyung noticed too so he fastened his grip on you to tell you to hurry up, making you weep.

“S-sorry.” You apologized quietly but it wasn’t enough for him. Once you pulled his pants down, you were met with a familiar bulge in his underwear. When you freed him, his monstrous dick slapped his toned stomach and bounced before you.

Taehyung never failed to amaze you with how colossal he was. The first time you saw it you wanted to run away, but he caught you and you got hooked. His darkened mushroom head was huge while the base was thick and his curved length was long and veiny. It was the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and seemed that God blessed him very well.

Nothing happened between the two of you yet but the slit of his tip pearled fluids. You gawked agape with your mouth parted and tongue swiping your lips. His dick twitched, waiting for you to do something but you were too mesmerized.

Impatiently, using his unoccupied hand, he seized your jaw again, keeping your mouth open. “You’re fucking taking too long.” It didn’t take him long to bring your lips to his cock and push all of him in one motion.

You let out a muffled cry with watery eyes. If the tears fell before, they sure did now. Your throat muscles throbbed around him from the unexpected slamming. You gagged painfully, especially since his blunt head hit the back of your throat. Your mouth produced trickling drool all over him and down your chin. You were by no means prepared, but Taehyung didn’t seem bothered as he began his harsh pace.

You held onto his muscular thighs. You were crying so much but your sobs were smothered by the cruel thrusts of his rabid cock. Despite the sting, the actions sent a flood to your thin underwear. The familiar warmth covered your stomach, clenching your thighs together for some pressure on your poor leaking cunt.

“Fuck, Petal. Shit.” He cursed lowly. His cavernous moans echoed through the air. “Look at me.” His order sounded like a threat. He stopped his movements; his cock halfway in your mouth. When you opened your heavy lids, he looked so hot and bothered even in your blurry vision. “My pretty girl.” His thumb wiped off the trail of tears.

You were always pretty in his eyes, smiling, and laughing, even when you get angry at his annoying ass. But he especially thought you were pretty when he made you cry like this.

Then he went back to bobbing your head brutally on him. Your nails scratched his thighs, leaving indents on them. You retched again, spit drenching all over him. “Fucking amazing for a slut like you. Is this what you wanted, since you’re a fucking bad girl?”

You wanted to say no, but you couldn’t so you shook your head and whimpered. You weren’t a bad girl. You were good!

You were getting lightheaded, feeling so stuffed to even breathe. Taehyung observed your face getting a little pale. You always forgot to learn how to breathe when giving him a blow job.

He pressed into you once more and a bit longer than usual, so he can imprint the feeling of your mouth again into his spank bank. He ultimately pulled out, leaving a long string of drool from his tip to your crimson lips. His dick covered in your sweet saliva.

You heaved profoundly and wept here and there. You wanted to tell him off, but you were too scared to say anything. You pushed the tears away with the back of your hand and gulped your words but it pained you to do that.

“God, you’re messy,” He laughed cynically at you. “Aww, you’re upset, babydoll?” He asked condescendingly.

“N-no,” You sniffed, trying your best to be strong. “I’m not.”

“Good, you better not.” He said, letting go of your hair. “Stand up.”

This time you were swift on your feet. Though with painful reddened knees, you stood up wobbly and held Taehyung’s biceps for some support. He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you to be chest to chest with him.

Being like this, you saw how he towered over you. The height difference wasn’t compared to a gremlin and the Incredible Hulk but he was still way taller than you. He absorbed your appearance, finally taking in how you wore a cute brown bear pajama shirt and matching shorts. The fresh aroma of roses from your body wash and your natural scent swirling into his nostrils sent his pheromones into a frenzy. He wanted you so badly.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you while your parents are sleeping?” His hot breath splashed your face, fluttering you into submission. You unconsciously nodded excitingly but it caused him to tut at you. “I’m not gonna tell you again. Exact words, babydoll.”

“Yes!” You shouted too quickly that only after you caught yourself, covering your mouth with your palms. He smirked at your reaction—so needy for him. Just the way he loved it. Your hands slowly traveled to his shoulders as you batted your beautiful irises at him. You didn’t like swearing, but it came often when you were with him alone. “Uhh, p-please f-fuck me. I’m your good girl, Taetae.”

The perfect answer.

He bent down to peck the tip of your nose then went further down to lick the trunk of your neck. He picked a spot before suckling around to mark his territory. You mewled at the sensation, slithering your arms around his nape. He began moving towards your bed while you stepped back, following his lead until you fell back onto the sheets of your mattress. Your back rested while your legs hung at the edge of the bed.

Your unapologetic eyes wandered his frame.

He kicked his pants and boots off his ankles, leaving him in only his jacket. But even that, he took off. The faded and lighter scars sprawled his torso, showing evidence of fights and brawls through the years. The fresher wounds battered his rough skin and once you saw gauges wrapped around his right hip with blood patches seeping through, you sat up straight with pupils dilated.

“Taehyung, your—”

“I didn’t tell you to speak,” He growled, and stalked to the bed before pushing your shoulder roughly to lay back down. Your body bounced, trying to process what was happening but he tugged your shorts and panties down and off your skin.

He kneeled in front of you, callous palms spreading your thighs apart to reveal your leaking puffy pussy. He didn’t even touch you and you were this soaked. He inhaled deeply, taking in your sweet essence.

Jesus Christ, you were always embarrassed when he did that. It was like his human nature devolved into animalistic instincts. His mouth had a mind of its own, nibbling your inner thighs and placing even more marks on you like he wanted to claim you. You gasped quietly, jerking a little. So sensitive as always. His thumbs stretched your nether lips apart, revealing more of you to him. The petals of your sex opened for him. Your little hole throbbing around nothing but secreted so much wetness, even spotted your tiny clit inflamed, begging to be touched.

But to your luck, Taehyung wasn’t the type to get on with it right away…well he can, but most of the time, he chose not to. No, sir, he took his time with you, to the point you had to drop your pride and beg. His fingers lightly caressed your sex, enough for you to feel it but do no pleasure.

“Tae,” You whined, hands reaching for him but he swatted them away.

“Don’t touch me, put them on your sides.” He seethed through his teeth.

“But—”

Smack! The slap stung your cunt, making you welp loudly. He does another and your head turned to the side. You cried, pressing your face into your blankets. Taehyung continued hitting your pussy until it was red and sensitive.

“Naughty girl!” He slapped your lips once more, jolting your feeble body. “What’s wrong with you tonight? You think just because you’re with your family that you forgot all the rules we had, hm??”

“N-n-no.” You sobbed, shaking your head cowardly. “I promise I reme—”

A knock came on your bedroom door.

Both of your heads shot toward the direction with wide eyes. Another knock happened again before the person on the other end said, “___?” Another knock. “Sweet pea, I heard noises. Are you good?” Then the fucking knob jiggled, but fortunately, you locked it. “Why’d you lock the door? What are you doing?”

Shoot, it was your dad. Your pastor dad. Now your heart was heavy and dropped down to your uneasy stomach. You needed to say something quickly, but no words came out. You shifted to see Taehyung who shrugged and smirked devilishly, leaving you to fend for yourself.

It was only until your dad said, “Do I need to use the spare keys to open the door?” That you spoke up.

“No! I’m good, I just…I accidentally dropped my phone on my face.” You lied, praying he’d buy it.

“You and your dang phone.” He complained through the door. Taehyung’s mouth went wide with silent laughter hearing you get scolded. You pursed your lips, shaking your head. He was no help at all because there was a gleam of mischief and it wasn’t a good sign at all. “You need to get off of that thing, sweet pea. You won’t have enough sleep. Remember you’re joining the praise team in the morning.”

“Yes, dad! I know. I’m sorry to—unghhh.” Your sentence was interrupted by the sudden breach from Taehyung’s two long fingers sliding in so smoothly into your cunt.

“___? ___, are you okay?” Your dad questioned as he continuously knocked on your door.

It didn’t take long for Taehyung to find your g-spot, curling his fingers to muscle memory. His digits pumped into you, and at times, he thumbed your clit. He had your eyes rolling back and biting your lips to stop your struggling whimpers. “I-I’m f-fine right now. D-d-ahh worry!”

“Are you sure you’re fine? You sound like you’re in pain.”

Taehyung dived into your pussy, taking a long lick before wrapping his lips around your sensitive nub. The tips of his fingers did their magic hitting your insides, playing with the squish of immense ecstasy.

You shrieked involuntarily, fisting the blankets under you as you threw your head back. “Yes, I’m fine!” You groaned distressingly. “I-I’m so…touched by my prayer before sleeping.” You swore faintly when Taehyung suckled and flattened his tongue on your clit.

“Prayer to the Lord is always so emotional, sweet pea.” Your father pointed out, but you really didn’t give a shit. “Alright, don’t want to disturb your time. Hope you get some sleep soon though. Good night.”

His footsteps faded away and you mentally cheered that you didn’t get caught, but you had sudden guilt that you basically spoke to your father with a guy eating you out.

Taehyung released his mouth off you to see how you appeared, crumbling at his touch. Your face wrinkled together with your mouth parted, and you saying his name with your pretty voice had his aching cock twitching. He reached over to the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, revealing your soft bare breasts and hardened nipples. “Such a pretty girl. Touched by the prayer? No, no, I’m the one you should be praying to.”

“D-don’t say that.” You moaned he knew you were very much in tune with your spirituality but he also liked to mess around with you.

“Why, Petal? You don’t like what I say, hmm?” He pouted mockingly, pushing his fingers deeper into you. You gasped, digging your head into the mattress. “I’ll give you everything that you want.” These blankets did no justice, you needed to hold onto him. You put your hand out, silently asking to hold him. Taehyung was mean but he wasn’t that mean…at least not today, so he accepted your request and intertwined his vacant hand with yours.

He felt your cunt getting tighter, understanding what was about to happen. Well, remember how Taehyung wasn’t that mean? That statement was taken back because he said, “Don’t come until I say so.”

You whined, giving your best doe-eyes and pinkest pout. “Please, Taetae. Wanna cum.”

Without removing any touch of you, he stood from his feet before covering your entire body with his large one. His face leaned down until your noses touched. “No.” He simply replied, yet his pace wasn’t slowing down. “Hold it.”

Your eyes twitched, wrestling to keep your orgasm under control. He always loved to play with you like this. You attempted to stabilize your breathing, deep and slow breaths. In…and out. In…and out. Yeah, this wasn’t working when Taehyung’s four-inch fingers were jamming into you. The pressure in your stomach tightened, clenching your abdominals to get your reach. It wasn’t a good girl thing to do, but he was mean!

“Can’t! Please!” You begged once more, knowing it couldn’t be stopped.

“No, be a good girl.”

Sorry, Taehyung but it was too late. Your eyes were already going to the back of your head, and you were prepared for the high of it all. But once you started arching your back, he pulled his fingers and hand away from you. You still had your orgasm but it felt so weak going through it without him helping you come down. Your pussy burned unpleasantly.

He glared at you, watching your lousy orgasm go to waste. All because you didn’t listen to him. But whose fault was that? Taehyung will never take the blame.

Pathetically unsatisfied, you came down and exhaled. It physically and emotionally pained you how shitty that orgasm was. And with a pissed-off Taehyung looming over you, it’ll be torture.

“Bad, bad girl.” Taehyung was disappointed at you, something you grimaced over. “I told you not to but you didn’t it anyway.”

“I couldn’t stop it…” You whispered.

“Couldn’t stop yourself? You really are a fucking slutty bad girl.” Getting slightly self-conscious from his jeering eyes, you closed your legs and covered your chest. Your face flushed with post-orgasm and shame.

Taehyung saw your actions, softening his tough demeanor. He lifted you to the middle of the bed before climbing over your concealed body. At this angle, the moonlight struck his body. Every muscle and indent defined, every wound and bruise visible, every part of him shined so beautifully and perfectly.

His knees spread your legs open to go in between while carefully pulling your arms off your chest. His face goes down to yours, planting little kisses all over your face in hopes he doesn’t make you feel too bad. “Tell me if I go too far, Petal. Don’t hide from me.”

You shook your head, “You’re not. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You were soooo good to him. He smiled tenderly, pecking another on the tip of your nose before the demon smirk came back. “Then you’re still gonna get it. Get on your knees.”

You nodded and were about to twist your body when Taehyung grasped your waist and flipped you over. He pushed down your back, arching your ass up before landing a loud slap to it. You cried into the pillow, hugging it as if it was like your protection. He slapped the other cheek, receiving another reaction from you.

“Since you’re weak at controlling yourself,” He grabbed his thick length. His head played with you, gliding across the slit and collecting your saturation until he aligned it with your hole. He puts a little bit of pressure, enough to make you moan for more but then stopped. “Maybe I should punish you by giving more than what you can handle.”

That was…even worse. But you had to accept it, so you could be the good girl for him.

Knowing he could maim you, he steadily filled you up. You felt every inch of him getting deeper and deeper inside, the stretch of your pussy left a dull ache. He held your hips as he guided himself in. Once he bottomed out, the both of you let out a sigh of relief. Every time you do this, it always felt like the first time because of how big he was.

“So fucking tight, Petal.” He hissed. The sensation of you pulsating had his head thrown back.

After a while, the two of you knew it was time for him to move. Taehyung pulled himself back, leaving his head and then piercing back in. You jolted forward, but he kept you firmly to continue his aggressive yet even pace. Each penetration to your spot left you wailing into the pillow, gripping its covers. The slapping of your skin resonated in your childhood bedroom, the only sound that could be heard other than Taehyung’s heavy breathing and your keens.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Taehyung asked lowly before speeding up his movements, making you louder in the cushion. When he didn’t get the answer that he wanted, he looped your hair around his hand and hauled your upper body until your back pressed to his sweaty chest. You winced in pain but you hooked an arm around his neck.

“I want—unggh, y-yes.” Tears fell on your cheeks. Your neck extended to the side, giving him full access to licking and sucking your skin. “A-am I being a—your good g-girl?”

“You’re such a fucking good girl, Petal. Fucking good girl.” He praised you, muffling into your neck. His other hand kneaded your boob, massaging your nipple between his appendages. You groaned at the added touch. The twist in your stomach rose, sensing another high coming soon. Taehyung noticed you tightening around his ramming shaft, so he slid his hand down to your clit and made circular motions. “Cream around my cock again. Come on, pray to me. Bless my name with your sweet sounds.”

“Taehyung, please, please, ahh.” You breathed heavily, bringing your head back to rest on his shoulder. His length ravaged your insides and his fingers pinched your sensitivity until the knot released. You splashed with blistering ecstasy, almost about to scream at the top of your lungs but his palm covered your pitched sounds. You stifled chants of his name with your rolling eyes, even lapping your tongue over his callous. His thrusts slowed down this time, easing you down. He showered you with compliments, kissing your jaw and cheek.

Once you came back, he took himself out of you to lay you down. He needed to see your face clearly at least once. He grabbed himself and plunged in again. You keened in volume, but Taehyung shushed you. “Babydoll, be quiet. Don’t want your dad to exorcise the both of us.”

You nodded pliantly and slapped hands over your lips. He moved at his previous pace, yet your sensitivity increased after your two orgasms. You were overstimulated but pushed through to help him meet his climax. He handled your hips where it would leave bruises days after. He hunched over to your chest, latching onto your nipple and swirling it with his tongue.

His touch was a mixture of all—needy, urgent, warm, cool, rough, and supple. You loved it all, you wanted more of him. You quivered into your palms, muting the uncontrollable noises escaping you.

He popped off your nub. His thrusts jerked faster and sloppier, recognizing how close he was. His resonant whimpers rung through your ears. It was like his thumb was magnetic to your clit because it was on you again and flicking rapidly. You shuttered, shaking your head at the intensity. It was too much. “One more for me, Petal. I wanna feel you, please.”

Darn, he said please. There was no way to deny him. After four more pumps, he buried himself still. He painted your insides white with his cum, whining your name. Meanwhile, you tirelessly came again. Blinding white spots came into your vision, ringing happened in your eardrums. The feeling of scorching euphoria spread all over your body as you curved your spine. Your hands were replaced with Taehyung’s mouth, sluggishly kissing you and keeping you as quiet as possible but let’s be real.

He kissed your lips once more before scooting in between your neck and shoulder to leave more smooches on your perspiring skin. His cum inside electrified you, feeling it flood around. It wasn’t until his softening dick pulled out of you, that the dam of cum seeped out your weeping pussy.

What an immaculate sight that he couldn’t resist.

Your energy-drained body thought it was over. But Taehyung had other plans because once you felt his tongue on your enlarged overloaded clit, you gasped in shock. “Taehyung, can’t anymore!” Your fingers attempted to push him off of you but you were too helpless and fatigued to overpower his strength.

He tasted the concoction of both of your cum, playing with the juice all over you and his mouth. He was addicted to the taste, vibrating another low moan to your clit.

You begged for him to stop, but he wasn’t going to finish until you came one more time. He lets go hastily and said, “Last one. Come on, Petal.”

Then there was your last orgasm. It was weaker than the previous, better than the first, but the most agonizing one. It burned but was so divine. You shoved your face into your cushion, crying away from every sensation and emotion you felt.

Taehyung was finally off of you and went up your body to kiss you again. But you were so lethargic, you couldn’t keep up and lay there like a Twinkie. You didn’t even comprehend how he walked out of your bedroom to look for the bathroom, knowing damn well your parents could see him.

But he made it back alive and unseen with a damp cloth to clean you up. He wiped you clean as you stared at him with so much endearment and swell to your heart even after pounding you like an animal.

After he was done cleaning, he threw the dirtied rag to the ground before climbing back in bed and putting the covers over your naked bodies. “You did so good, ___. My good girl, my favorite girl.” He pressed a kiss on your temple before you fell into slumber.

“___, wake up! We’re gonna be late!” Harsh knocks through your door disrupted your dreams. You groaned loudly, wanting to go back to sleep. “Sweet pea, get dressed!” It was your mom calling for you. You rubbed your eyes sluggishly in your raggedy state and rolled over. With squinting lids, you searched for your phone to check the time.

You overslept, and you panicked a bit. You kept your cool, it was fine. This was a small bump, but you’ll get over it.

Suddenly, something or someone shifted beside you. You turned your head before you were fully awake by your heart dropping down and coming out of your ass. A peaceful hibernating and naked Taehyung was by your side, cuddling your body. No wonder you woke up with furnace-like heat against you.

Immediately, you shot out of your bed to stand up but you completely forgot that after a night with Taehyung, you become temporarily paralyzed from the waist down. So you stood up and your feeble numb legs made you drop to the floor.

“___, are you awake? I heard a noise.” Your mom questioned again.

“Yeah,” you grimaced at how raspy your voice was. “I-I just woke up, I’m sorry.” You crawled towards the other side of the bed where Taehyung was.

“You have 30 minutes! I told you not to stay up late at night! You know…”

You tuned out her lecture because you were trying to wake Taehyung up in fear that you might get caught. “Taetae, wake up.” You were usually so gentle because it took him a while to fully get up but you slapped the shit out of him.

His eyes stammered open in surprise. He bolted awake and in pain. He was about to yell but you covered his mouth as you stared with alarming pupils. “It’s morning, my parents are awake. I need to get ready and you need to leave.”

“___! Are you listening to me? Do I need to open your door to get you ready?” Your mother complained, trying to open your door but it was still locked. “I’m getting the key—”

“No, mommy!” You protested. Both of your heads directed to the door with widened eyes. “I swear I’ll get ready. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay…I’m almost done with breakfast.” She announced.

You breathed out in relief, knowing you were clear for now. But once you looked over to the naked man still in your bed, you had another morning task to do. “You need to leave. If I don’t come out in five minutes to go get my teeth brushed, my parents will come to get me out.”

Usually, Taehyung would play around, but he knew this time meant business. He nodded obediently. You rolled away to give him some space to get out and gather his scattered clothes. As he was getting dressed, you watched him.

The bruises, the cuts, and that deep wound were all still there. It made you upset, frowning at the mere thoughts of what Taehyung dealt with before coming to see you. You never liked what business or situation he was in, you didn’t know fully but again, just by looking at it, it was not good.

Taehyung detected your staring, but he was surprised at your sad state. “What’s wrong, Petal?”

“I know I said I don’t wanna know what you do, but it won’t change the fact that I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” You explained. “I’m seeing all of this and I’m worried sick, Taetae.”

He sighed, putting his jacket back on then walking over to pick you up on your feet. You used him as leverage. You acted like a baby dear standing on its legs for the first time, making him chuckle at your struggling state but it was too adorable. “I’m sorry for worrying you. You probably wanted to know what happened and I’ll tell you more about it later, but let’s just say I’m trying to get out of the things.”

Your eyes sparkled with joy, “You are? You’re not just saying that, are you?”

He smiled and shook his head, “I’m not just saying that. I’m serious. I’ve been…in it for a long time but I’ve been also wanting to stop.” You nodded understandingly. “Wanna do this for myself, but for you. I don’t want any of them or other affiliations to find you and use you against our will. It’s not easy, hence why I arrived like this, but it’ll come to an end.”

“Okay,” You grinned sweetly before puckering your lips and waiting for him to come.

He leaned down and accepted you, He circled his arms around your body as he kissed you tenderly. He parted away, foreheads touching. “I’m gonna miss you, Petal.”

“As I said, it’ll only be this weekend. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” You reassured but it wasn’t enough to prevent the pout on his lips. “Come on.”

The two of you walked over to the window. He opened the pane as he prepared his descent. His legs were out hanging, his arms and torso still inside your room. You went over to give him one last kiss for his travels back.

“I’ll miss you too, Taehyung.” You giggled, captivating his entire heart.

Feeling overwhelmed with the thoughts and emotions of you, he blurted out, “I love you so much, ___.” It was the first time either of you said it, and he just realized what he said when his eyes grew the size of saucers and stared at him like he was insane. You were a fish, opening and closing your mouth with no words coming out. You didn’t know how to react, but you definitely felt your heart palpitating briskly.

Before you could finally say anything, he abruptly goes, “Okay, well, yeah bye. See you in psychology class.” He descended as fast as he could, trying to get away as possible. You didn’t even watch him out the window, which was a good thing for him as reached the ground. While walking away, he was mentally screaming at himself and fisting the air at what he did.

You were finally dressed and appropriate for church. You fixed the clip in your hair before walking out of your room and down the stairs. Yet your thoughts were elsewhere and about the boy who was in your room not too long ago.

He said I love you. The fucking bad boy of the town confessed his love for you. What the fuck? First of all, you weren’t even together. You didn’t know what you were, whatever. The only thing you knew was that Taehyung would beat the shit out of any guy that came your way. Second, it was an odd choice to say a confession after a sneaky night at your lover’s childhood house with their parents sleeping at the end of the hallway.

Thirdly, you knew what your feelings were but the little shit didn’t give you a chance to comprehend and tell your side. Ugh, now you have to deal with him opening up once you were back in town.

You reached the kitchen, greeting your parents. Your mom told you to take a seat as she prepared a plate for you. She glanced at you, then took another look intently yet you didn’t seem to notice.

Once seated, your father scrolled his phone for news and reread his notes for his sermon. He gazed up at you, then did a double take before raising an eyebrow yet you didn’t see his stare as your mom walked towards the table with your breakfast.

You were too busy looking down at the settled breakfast before to spot the questionable looks your parents made. Once you were about to devour your eggs and kimchi, your dad stopped you. “What were you doing last night?”

You blinked, “I was on my phone late at night, and did my emotional prayer, remember?” Your father hummed, nodding eerily calmly.

Then your mother spoke up as blunt and knowledgeable as she was. “Then why do you have hickeys all over your neck?”

A/N: There will NOT be a part two :D

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chococustard · 4 months

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Your Genshin kids are adorable! I love the Priscilla/Yuying/Claire friendship you alluded to in the last art dump (poor Diluc… your daughter just has an instinct for divine beings)

But on the topic of poor Diluc, how do their parents react to the friendship? Diluc and Wriothesley seem like they would be good friends since they have a lot in common but everyone else basically represents every faction in the game.

You got Neuvillette, a dragon sovereign seeking to judge the archons for their crimes; Zhongli, an archon who presumably destroyed Khaenri'ah 500 years ago; Kaeya, a Khaenri'ah spy who is a descendant of the man who founded the abyss order; and Childe, a fatui harbinger who fell into the abyss.

Would they try and keep it together for the sake of their kids? (I love the idea that the three girls are there going :3 while their parents are glaring daggers at each other) Would they find some sort of common ground? Would they recognize each other immediately but think the others don’t know so they come up with increasingly ridiculous ways to hide it? How did Wriothesley and Neuvillette react to the incident with Claire and Yuying? (Can you tell I like the angst?)

hi hi!! thank you so much im glad you like them!!! bc we have limited knowledge atm there's a lot of questions posed that cannot be answered and considering how new fontaine is idk anything for sure //shakes hoyo

they try to keep cordial for the kids tm or at least not to be bad influences in front of them. extra notes under the cut:)

diluc met nv first when he brought claire to fontaine for a business trip and she just, drags in a half dragon to him yelling "i made a new friend!:D" then he met nv and he knew. just knew, these people ain't human. found out they're dragons. "great," he sighed once more.

kae plays his quartermaster persona to a t. when he first meets wriolette he puts on the charm. nv only knows him for via the knights and wrio rarely goes above ground. so like, they're cool with him. mostly. they both do questionable shit that nv can't personally approve of but hey. they ain't his problem. (on that note i like to think he'd be good friends with jean:)) (does nv know about kaeya's khaenrian blood? does he know about khaenri'ah in general? i dont have him)

kaeya and wrio has this, kind of friendship that's like, there's a tension there. they're both people with reputations, but also, like that tm. they're cordial and they get along but there's. SOMETHING.

meanwhile diluc meeting wrio? he's ELATED. man has good taste in tea. they spar sometimes. FINALLY, SOMEONE NORMAL.

wrio is happy in general his baby is making friends meanwhile nv is: to claire: good child:) to yuying, the daughter of one of the usurpers: hmmmm :| (he knows the child did nothing wrong and she's a good kid in general) contrast to diluc he actually LIKES childe. for one he helped with the narwhal thing, and the fatui helped during the crisis and childe himself never did anything bad personally so they're chill. he will sometimes humor his requests to fight if he's free. then decks him. the adeptus power up juice doesn't help much rip. the girls like to play with his hair.

zhongli knows kaeya's khaenrian. kaeya at some point finds out zhongli is rex lapis. they. they have to keep it together. one of them is under nda. outside of that, there's a reason kaeya is liked by the old timers of mond.

zhongli and nv:

nv finds out eventually. and for the sake of his daughter, dont worry about it. they'd bond over old people things probably. nv should meet yanfei and they should be friends if anything cause zl is a menace and they'd be passive aggressive w each other. (i need info but it would be so funny for their kids to go my dads stronger! and make them fight each)

via claire, AGAIN, she invites her bestie yy and the new friend from fontaine to her bday party cause SURE WHY THE FUCK NOT. and those 2 non humans meet and GASP, you're just like me!

post accident tm, what do you even say to that. how do you even react to that

early on in yuying and claire's friendship, on a windy summer day, diluc slowly gets used to having to be cordial with a harbinger. a harbinger who who married a god. someone who will live longer than him. he spoke to childe, as they watch their daughters laugh and run through the grapevines, "one day, when i'm no longer around, please look after my daughter."

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digitaldavis · 6 months

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Rough thoughts on the movie in no particular order now that I have a moment:

Going in with the heavy hitters 'cause I can't stop thinking about it but Lui's claims that he is the first person to ever partner with a Digimon are unsubstantiated and lack hard evidence - also, unless it was explained in Kizuna and Tri, I'm pretty sure Digimon Adventure contradicts this?? (I'll check into this when I have more time, don't @ me).

The implication that Ukkomon made all of the Digimon hostile towards one another so that the Digi-Destined would fight to defend themselves and therefore Lui is nonsense and even if there is nothing to directly contradict it in Adventure and 02, I'm gonna hard pass on that canon because it lends itself too much to the idea that all Digimon would just be wholesome and good if not for Ukkomon making them fight and that feels like it excuses the things that Devimon, Piedmon, MaloMyotismon, and the other villain Digimon did or removes their free will?

Also, have I mentioned what Lui said didn't make sense???? Lui might be closer to Tai's age so it's feasible he could have become digi-destined around the same time as Tai but DUDE, Owikawa and Cody's dad discovered the Digital World and Digimon when they were kids????? AND THAT WAS AGES BEFORE LUI WAS BORN. It just doesn't make sense unless this is some alternate universe where that didn't happen or Lui is a time traveler or something (which is possible they did time travel...)

Speaking of, I'm so interested in the implication that Lui went back in time and talked to his mom about his younger self and she seemed to snap out of it for a second, like, if that was a permanent change do you think he created another alternate reality in that instance?

Moving on though, Davis. DAVIS. Seeing him in the film cured my depression. His reaction to Lui's mom was so so so Davis and I felt so strongly about it and then Ken's immediate "we can't we could ruin our own future" response is exactly how I've always imagined a time-travel AU would go between them.

ALSO: DAVIS AND KEN. The flirting. Ken just straight up grabbing both of Davis hands. (He's so COMFORTABLE WITH HIMSELF NOW) Ken throwing himself off Paildramon after Davis. I'm LIVING. The little high five they did to congratulate themselves. Ken's remark that summoning Paildramon was a little much seconds after I was like "wow that's so gay and unnecessary". Both of them were just so on point in this film. Davis was upbeat and optimistic and just believes the best in people/digimon so hard and when his tendency to charge in got in the way Ken was there to mellow him out so he didn't do anything rash.

Yolei did feel kind of off for some reason in the film but that might have been because I was so excited for the film that I couldn't pay attention to everything that was happening. I was only able to see it once and I missed so many things I know it. I can't wait for it to be released physically so I can own it and just rewatch it a dozen times.

Speaking of Yolei, though, I cannot believe the film framed her like Uhura trying to come between Kirk and Spock (which is comically absurd btw). In nearly ever scene possible it's Davis, Yolei but slightly offset and then Ken beside Davis. Like the animators are desperate to push the Kenyako narrative, like, clearly they know about the Daiken feelings being very strong with fans but they were trying to visually remind us painfully hard that, hey, actually the pairing is Kenyako. But buddy did that feel forced and it's probably why Yolei felt off to me.

J U S T I C E F O R C O D Y. That's all.

THEY COULD HAVE LET ROBBIE DAYMOND DO A TERRIBLE TEXAN ACCENT!!! THEY SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST TRIED!!!!

Kari actually didn't have very many major lines in the film I felt like but I loved the little scenes of her at the beginning, actually, though, she was kind of just there next to T.K. the entire time because the film also framed them together so hard it's SO WEIRD THEY AREN'T CANON.

T.K. though. God he was just so T.K. in this film. The trauma of losing Patamon in Adventure and then whatever happened in Tri like. It was just the most T.K. thing to do and say when they were talking about what they had to do. But also, I loved whenever the cops showed up and Davis goes "WHAT, HOW DID THEY FIND US?" and T.K. was like "ARE YOU KIDDING!???? YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND SUMMONED A GIANT FLYING MONSTER!!!!"

Honestly, this movie was everything I ever wanted really. About three minutes before we went into the movie I was talking about ghost game with my friend and how I wished it hadn't been for kids because it had such great and frankly horrifying concepts and everything was just sunshine and rainbows for children and nothing bad ever really happened which was disappointing.

And then I watched The Beginning. This movie felt so much like coming home from the start because I felt like I knew these character's so well (I lost count of how many times I sat in the theater and said a thing, only to have one of the character's also say the thing a second later), and everything was so bright and nice and then it became an eldritch horror show.

Let me tell you, when I watched the trailer for the first time I said to my friend "dude what was with that trailer??? The music????? Why is it so sinister???" and, despite that, I still did not see the horror coming and neither did anyone else in the theater. Everyone and I do mean everyone went very still and quiet and tense the second the first hint of bad began. We were all so unprepared and it was very upsetting.

As I was leaving the theater, I heard a woman fighting with her husband over having brought their very little daughter to see the movie. The mom clearly thought it was a fun kids movie because it was animated and whoever is in charge of American films absolutely thinks all animated movies are for kids so it wasn't rated which is how the film industry always handles anime films.

They seem completely incapable of understanding that animation doesn't equal child friendly. Watching it, though, it's never been more clear that a Digimon movie was for older audiences than watching The Beginning. Like, this film was not for kids. This film was for us. The setting. The themes. The fact that 79% of the entire movie is exposition/dialogue...

When the little girl's dad asked her if she liked the film as it ended, he sounded strained and his wife was complaining that the film was going to give her nightmares and while his daughter said yes, she liked the film it was in a way that you could tell that no, she didn't really because she had no idea what was going on - it was bright and colorful and there were cute characters sometimes so that was probably fine but she couldn't have been older than six so it was probably very boring for her.

That is one of my few complaints about the film, actually. It was nearly all talking and exposition. I wish there had been more action. I wish it had been a little more light hearted and goofy at times. The eldritch horror/really messed up part of the movie felt like it went on forever but that might have just been my lack of prepardness for it. I was just so shocked even while my brain was like "yes, this is what we always wanted I AM LIVING" - also because I imagined that kind of awful, dark underbelly of the world of Digimon existing for the character's I already know and love.

Nothing is going to stop me from headcanoning that Davis reaction to Lui's mom being The Worst was so immediate and visceral because he's dealing with his own trauma from his mom's refusal to accept that he's trans, okay?

I didn't care a great deal for Lui and Ukkomon obviously disturbed me to no end - I know it wasn't Ukkomon's fault, they didn't know better but also it's fair to say that I was scarred for life about Lui's parents and the baseball bat scene and I would probably like Lui a lot more if his story weren't all conjecture and exposition. Also he was so negative (understandably) and was such a downer the entire film, honestly, thank god Davis and his endless queer energy was there to breakthrough to Lui and help him see the light of queerness friendship.

Anyway, did I mention Lui's claim that he's the first ever human to partner with a digimon doesn't make sense to me? I've thought about it a little more and, fine, maybe it's possible that Lui could be the first person to partner with a Digimon but the idea that everyone else became Digi-Destined because of him and Ukkomon still doesn't sit right. Oikawa didn't get a digimon until he was an adult and died and so even though he knew about Digi-World he technically didn't become Digi-Destined and the Digital World could have existed for ages before anyone partnered with a Digimon. Those things aren't mutually exclusive, I have to remind myself, but it just doesn't feel right to me and their claims being baseless seems more legit.

Okay, I'm done, that's it for my rough thoughts on the movie, I think. They probably won't get any clearer. I'm gonna use the film to further my Trans!Davis/Daiken headcanons for sure though.

One last thing though and it's that my friend said he hated Lui because Lui took away from the 02 kids and I had to remind him that Willis exists in Hurricane Touchdown and the majority of that film is Willis and Davis talking/fighting and the other kids just existing. It's not some wild new Digimon format to have a new Digi-Destined to center the plot around.

And speaking of the plot, a final thought is on the bit where their Digivices weren't relevant anymore. That isn't off-brand either actually. I don't like that they disappeared because I have an emotional attachment to them but I understand that the narrative was not needing to prove their bonds with their Digimon and therefore anyone can have strong bonds of real friendship with or without a Digivice aka being Digi-Destined - it also makes sense with the whole "we didn't need the tags and crests to Digivolve our Digimon because our real strength comes from within" narrative that the OG Digimon Adventure established. The Digivices and tags/crests were just tools to remind them of their bonds with one another.

Anyway, that's it. I'm shutting up. This post got so long I'm sorry but also if anyone wants to share their thoughts on the movie or my bad takes but in a fun way that's cool feel free. I'm always here to talk about Digimon and how this is gonna influence all my future headcanons things but seriously don't @ me out of malice. K THX

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It really gets me how you can't say shit about Helluva Boss (or Hazbin Hotel for that matter) to actually critique without fans getting buthurt, and the only people agreeing with you people who just hate Vivzipop (for the record i dont lol). But here are my gripes that I wish people were actually talking about (btw I really *want* to love Helluva Boss and none of this is mean-spirited, just things I've noticed that I wish the team would fix, or I believe are beyond fixing):

1. The very confused tone. I know a lot of people deflect any criticism from the show by saying 'oh but it's a comedy you shouldn't take it too seriously'. Here's the thing- it's literally taking itself too seriously. There's a balance that a show can have between dark elements and humor, but Helluva Boss consistently tries to tackle very, VERY heavy subjects. This combined with the Brandon Rodgers-essque d!ck joke comedy doesn't.. work. At least not in the way they're attempting. I think the most egregious example of this is the scene in the latest episode when Moxie's dad is literally threatening to kill him if he doesn't follow through with an arranged marriage... immeadiatly followed by Moxie walking though a hall of wall d!ldos. It kind of says, 'hey, we were taking this really seriously 2 seconds ago, but jk actually now you should laugh!'

Juxtaposition doesn't work if it actively confuses its audience on what to feel. I'm not sure how much influence Vivzie and Brandon have on the outcome of the show vs the rest of the writing team, but it seems like Brandon's humor and Vivzie's tendency to write melodramatic soap opera scenes just aren't really meshing together quite right. I wish it had more similar pacing and tone shifts that HH had, because it felt more sudden in a purposeful way, rather than 'we're too lazy to find a good transition between these two scenes.'

2. Why does Vivziepop never write interesting female characters? I know this is talked about a bit more, but it's growing increasingly prevalent in Helluva Boss. We still haven't gotten an episode focused on any of the female leads that's actually about *them*.

Millie is practically nonexistent without her relationship to Moxie. Even the episode where we meet her family, it doesn't give us any insight about her. Every time she goes feral(tm) it's either to save her husband or it's part of a group fight. The only backstory we got for Loona was there to service Blitzo's character, and show us *his* reaction. The only things we've seen with Octavia were put there to help us learn more about Stolas. Even in the scene where they only had Loona and Octavia on the screen, it didn't feel like it was about them at all. It didn't feel like the scene existed to show us them bonding about their shitty dads. It felt like the scene was there to once again ask the audience to give Blitzo and Stolas pity points. Which- brings me to my next problem.

3. Its justifications of abuse. I know they're in hell. Most of them should be shitty people, and they are! But I wish the story would stop trying to pretend they're not. Helluva Boss keeps doing this thing where it draws a line between 'good' abuse and 'bad' abuse. And this kind of completely changed Stolas and Blitzo's relationship. Ik some people may like this change but I personally don't.

Earlier on, we were made to believe Stolas kind of fucked up by cheating on his wife. Not only did this affect Stella (tho ofc we later learn it's due to image reasons) but his daughter as well. It's just generally an uncomfortable and tricky situation. And I liked it! It was interesting and had levels of nuance. However, now that we know that he was basically being abused by Stella this entire time, and met Blitzo when they were kids (which is a WHOLE OTHER UNCOMFORTABLE CAN OF WORMS LMAO) the audience no longer feels like Stolas did anything wrong. Now his actions feel justified.

As much as I loved his confrontational scene with Stella the first time I watched it, as I know many people did, I also know that it kind of ruined any sense of nuance that whole situation had. Now, Stolas suddenly has been absolved from any previously implied mistakes. And, Stella is portrayed as this 1 dimensional cruel monster.

Which brings me to the point of abuse in this show. It's a very prevalent theme, and it's a heavy one for a show branded as a sit-com to portray (hard, but not impossible). But it fails on the end that it doesn't stay consistent in its condemnation of it. Every time a character does something 'bad', as soon as we find out there is a reason for this bad behavior, the show suddenly makes it seem like we should feel bad for them and that their actions are justified because they're a broken person. See: the narrative around Stolas' affair suddenly being changed as soon as we find out he was being abused by Stella.

Inconsistent emotional consequences in writing is lazy for sure. But the real problem is when it gets to the abuse side of things, it can actually become harmful. It's implied that Blitzo had an emotionally abusive relationship with Verosika. But ohh we know he had a fucked up childhood and has fear of forming emotional bonds so! Geuss it's okay! But when it comes to Stella, she's just downright mean, 1 dimensional, and literally says she's doing things for no reason other than to make Stolas suffer.

It's important to note that every single time a character gets a *reason* for their assholery, it becomes a *justification* in the way the show frames it. But whenever a character doesn't have a reason for being as asshole, like Stella (at least not one that's shown), that's where the show then draws the line.

This is harmful! Hate to break it to you but the bulk of abusive people out there were abused themselves. They have multitudes of reasons for why they are the way they are. But that doesn't excuse their actions! And I really hate that this is the standard of framing Helluva Boss has set up for their show because now, no matter how bad a character's actions are, they can slap on a sad backstory and suddenly make that character a sympathetic one.

Yeah but anyways idk. If you read all of that I thank you for taking ur time to listen to my 2 cents. The last episode I really enjoyed was the Ozzie's one and I'm just kinda bummed at a lot of this stuff I mentioned.

#helluva boss #hot take #helluva boss blitzo #stolas helluva boss #stolitz #vivzie why cant you spend more time on your female chrs im begging you #vivziepop #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism

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jay – bad boys

— bad boys main masterlist

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summary: jay was always the guy living next door to you. with his reputation, you never expected to come across someone like him. until you became friends with his little sister. how will your relationship with jay go?

no.of words: 5.06K words

warnings: neglect, hallucinations, probably a little mention of forced pill taking (it's sleeping pills), bullying not done by jay (do read at own discretion), tons of kissing :D slightly suggestive too

taglist: @nyfwyeonjun @ncityy04 @cutiejseong @minkyeos @madebyreyy (@onyourecha) @yuakagi @hoonstrology @luvrjn @kawaiisharkcopjudge @missmadwoman @aerinaga @jiwlys @wtfhyuck @astrosmistisa

NOTE: I’ll be honest. I don’t really like jay’s episode since you’re kinda hallucinating and you think he did this when in reality he didn’t. it’s confusing really but if you read it and enjoy it, thank you!

Here we are with another edition to the bad boy’s tales. Meet jay, as previously introduced briefly in jungwon’s story, our mr.perfect. A walk in the hallway surely would garner tons of girl’s attention. He was most popular when he dyed his hair blond but of course, the black hair with blond highlights still captured tons of many people’s hearts.

The sad tale of jay begins with his broken family. When jay was younger, he could hear his parents arguing in their bedroom behind the doors. He would frequently run over to his little sister’s room to protect her, distract her from the crashing of flower pots onto the ground. It was terrifying to say the least.

By the age of 13, jay witnesses his dad bringing over two younger girls into his bedroom. At that point, jay knew his parents would get a divorce. He clenched his fist and mumbles under his breath.

“I hate you dad.” he stomps over to his room.

When young jay turned 15, that’s when he started getting into shady business. He and his two close friends started to take up hitman jobs. At first, it was terrifying for jay. Running from the police but he knew, even if he got caught...his dad would pull him out of jail secretly anyways. Pros of having a rich dad i guess. After all, if his kids were to get into trouble, the whole world would know and his business would go to waste. By the age of 18, jay has killed over 20 men or it could be more, jay never counted anyways.

“h-he’s here.” one of the henchmen say. jay scoffs and rolls his eyes before stepping hard on the bullet wound that jake and sunghoon shot. the guy groans in pain and soon enough due to blood loss, he lays limp on the ground. jay’s eyes were soulless, he’s seen too many people fighting to stay alive. Once the guy lays limp on the ground, he turns to his two best friends.

“jesus, one of the worst ways to die.” jake hisses. jay shrugs.

“let’s go, we still have school and it starts in 2 hours.”

“oh come on, two more hours? That’s a long time.” sunghoon says.

“we still have the blood and guns to hide.”

“Right.” sunghoon hands jay’s his car keys.

“we staying at your secret lair?” jake asks.

“yeah sure, i’ll go shower in my room. You two can make it work in the lair’s bathroom.” jay says.

A new year starts, their senior year. Jay shoves his books into his locker. The group gathered around him, chatting about god knows what.

“hey, that girl over there doesn’t seem to care about you jungwon.” jake says. Jungwon shoves his hand into his pocket.

“and why should i care?” jungwon says. jay’s eyes fell onto the younger girl. His little sister, nobody knew he had a little sister. Even his friends. He wanted to keep it a secret because after all, he didn’t want her to get involved in all the mess he’s done.

“Because she’s different.” jay smirks, pretending since no one knew about their sibling relationship. The younger male rolls his eyes.

“And? Just cause she doesn’t want me doesn’t mean she’s any different from other girls.” jungwon says. jay chuckles before lightly slapping jungwon’s shoulder.

“Look at you mr.class president. Can’t believe you’re growing up.” the other two 02z snicker at jay’s words. jungwon shoves jay’s hand off his shoulder.

“I’m going, you three should go touch some grass right now.” the other boys laughed.

“good luck class pres.” heeseung winks. jungwon rolls his eyes before waving his friends off. jay sighs.

“hey what’s up with the sighing?” jake asks.

“nothing just remembered that i have some shitheads to deal with later.” jay says.

“ouch?” sunghoon says. jay looks over to sunghoon unamused.

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT YOU?? HAHAHA FUCKING IDIOT.” jake laughs out loud at sunghoon. sunghoon glares at the boy

Put that aside, we still haven’t met you just yet. In fact, you were actually just walking into the school compound. A few eyes trailed you like you were a foreign object but that’s how it always has been. Since you were in middle school. Let’s say, a few people may not exactly like you. They were jealous and confused as to how you, a ‘poor’ girl got into one of the most prestigious schools. Though you were very much living in an average home and your parents earned average wages.

They simply didn’t understand that and wanted to make you quit somehow and what better to way then to fuck up your brain and hurt you. It was horrible. you were about to open your locker when you got pushed. You could feel the stinging on your back.

“do you have the lunch money, my dear (name).” your bully, ara, says. You couldn’t say anything, not when you were frozen and scared. Ara was one of your bullies since middle school, she along with her boyfriend, she started dating back 2 years ago, had been tormenting you.

“No words to say? Are you really scared of me? I won’t do anything.” she says. scenes flashing in your head, your body was physically shaking by now. That’s how much she has harmed you. The looming dark figure before you gets pulled away. You were being pulled up and dragged over to somewhere else.

Your saviour brought you over to a secluded and quiet spot so you could take deep breaths, after all you did just have a panic attack.

“hey, listen to the sound of my voice.” his voice was sweet, it laced with honey and it was warm. “You need to take deep breaths.” you tried to do so but every time you tried, you choked up. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your back. He smelled of sweet vanilla candles, surprisingly felt like home.

Once he hears your breathing was steady, he holds you at an arm’s length. Your eyes met, it was…

“Are you feeling better?” jay asks. You nod a little.

“thanks for helping me. I must’ve looked pitiful huh.” you say. jay shakes his head.

“Not at all. We should get to class.”

jay, your classmate, your neighbour and the school’s mr.perfect. Friends with jake and sunghoon, part of the bermuda triangle of enhypen. As expected, he was handsome. Tons of girls are after him and his friends. You obviously thought they were good looking but you knew you had no chance even if you tried. After all, who’d want to date someone who looks pitiful.

The next day, you and jay went back to practically strangers. It was like yesterday never happened. Anyways, school was as per usual. homework and the teachers just assigning things. You were on the way home when your parents called you.

“hello?”

“(name) honey, could you stay over at the Park’s house?”

“umm mom, i don’t feel com-” the call cuts off, “fortable.” you sighed before walking over to the house next door. You quickly ring the doorbell and guess what? Jay was the one who opened it. He would’ve said something but his little sister comes forward.

“(name)! Oh my god, it’s you!” his little sister, mia, screams. (if you haven’t already read jungwon’s chapter, i suggest you do *wink*)

“mia, how are you.” you smiled at her. Jay eyes his sister down.

“What? Am i suddenly not allowed to have social interaction?” she asked jay in a cold tone. He shakes his head.

“You are allowed to have friends mia, it’s just that i don’t want you to hurt yourself and find bad friends. (name) is nice so i allow you to be friends with her, just be careful and don’t easily trust people.” jay says.

“Oh look at you acting like a real older brother.” she rolls her eyes before turning to you. “Let’s go (name).”

“Mia-” jay sighs. “I’m having a party later on, please stay in your room.”

“okay.” and so you went with jay’s little sister up to her room.

“Still hasn’t changed one bit.” you sighed as you jumped and laid on her bed. She chuckles.

“It’s been a week since you’ve come over.”

“Too long to be away from my favourite child.” you say before patting her head.

“I’m literally 2 years younger than you.” she pouts.

“How adorable, bet some cute boys will go after you.” you smiled. She rolls her eyes.

“yeah sure, like that will actually happen.”

“Trust me.” you say.

“What about you huh? Any guys caught your attention?” mia nudges your shoulder.

“What kind of guy would like me?”

“Hmm…maybe jay?” she smirks.

“Oh fuck off, noooo i would rather die then have him be my boyfriend.”

“You don’t find my brother attractive?”

“He is attractive-”

“HAH SO YOU DO LIKE HIM!!” you smacked mia a couple of times.

“I SAID NO.” she laughs at you while you chase after her around her bedroom.

About 1-2 hours later, you could hear the sounds of songs blasting downstairs, bass boosted up and the ground shaking to the beat. Mia ordered pizza about 30 minutes ago so it should be arriving any second now. You hear a knock at the door and mia pauses the kdrama to open up the door.

“Who’s that?”

“Probably jay. Why, wanna open the door so you two could possibly have a moment?” she smirks.

“Mia, i won’t hesitate to disown you by the way.” she sticks out her tongue to tease you and then opens the door. You easily tell whoever was outside that door was not jay. The door opens slightly and you realise it was ni-ki, a fellow friend of your sister.

“Here you go-” jay pauses.

“Jay hyung, why is she here?”

“I’ll tell you later.” he hands mia the pizza and his eyes fall onto you. You blush before looking away but you swear you saw him smirk a little before he turns his attention to the two younger ones. Once jay and ni-ki leaves, mia shuts the door shut and locks the door.

“That tall guy, he’s pretty cute.” you say. Mia shrugs.

“I heard he is 16.”

“Umm…alright, i take that back.” you quickly say. She giggles.

“Just eat the damn pizza.”

It was about 1am, the music was cut off quickly since you heard Mr.Park was coming back at 2am. Which technically was also your queue to leave since Mr.Park did scare you. He looked sweet and nice but you know, he isn’t all flowers and daisies.

You and mia made it downstairs. As you made your way down, your eyes met with jay’s. You quickly looked away, never once in your times of coming over has jay looked at you like that. Was that worry? You had no idea, all you knew was that it gave you chills. Jay’s gaze was just chilling.

“Thanks for coming over! Hope you had a great time (name).” mia smiles.

“Of course but the snacks…they seem to be running out.” you teased. Mia sighs.

“well if you informed me you were coming over, i could’ve prepared.” mia whines. you laughed before hugging her.

“Sorry, i was just joking. I’ll tell you whenever can before coming over. It’s just you know my parents, unpredictable timings as per usual.”

“what do they even do as a living?”

“I don’t know. All i know is they come home as late as your dad sometimes. Imagine they were criminals.” you laughed.

“I honestly won’t be surprised if they are. I mean, you know what happened to my parents and how my dad suddenly became one of the most famous CEOs. Dirty work is everywhere and cheap.” mia says.

“I should get going. It’s late, see you.” you waved to mia. She waves back. Suddenly, jay pops beside mia.

“It’s late, i can walk you home.” he suggests.

“nono, it’s okay. My house is literally right next to yours.” you say. Mia eyes jay down.

“Why are you getting all worried about (name)? I’ve never seen you so actively wanting to strike a convo with (name).”

“i’m being a gentleman.”

“Do i laugh or?” mia says. jay sighs.

“Forget it.” he walks back into the house.

“goodnight (name).”

“night.” you quickly made your way home. The short walk home was peaceful, quiet and it felt nice but you felt like you were being followed so you quickly ran into your home and locked the front door. Both of your parents turned to look at you.

“what’s wrong sweetie?” your mom asks.

“I felt like i was being followed from the park mansion.” you witness your parent’s faces drop like something bad just happened. “Something wrong?” you asked.

“no, everything is fine honey. Why don’t you go get some sleep. you have school tomorrow after all.” your mom says. You turn to look at your dad and nods in agreement.

“alright. Goodnight mom, dad.”

“night darling.” your dad says. you walked over to your room. your phone rings and you noticed it’s from an unknown number so you don’t answer. Then a text message pops up.

- unknown: it’s me jay.

- you: jay? how did you get my number?

- jay: from mia

- you: okay, umm what do you need.

- jay: from now on, stick with me

- you: huh?

Jay doesn’t answer anymore and leaves you on read. You placed your phone on your nightstand and just tried to fall asleep and you did in a matter of seconds.

The next morning was normal, well it felt like it. You went to school as per usual but when you noticed your bully, you noticed she cowered in fear. Weird, you thought. You felt an arm snake around your waist.

“Act like my girlfriend for a bit.” he whispers. You turned to jay.

“What? Why?”

“your bully and actually anyone who tries anything on you will not touch you if they know we’re dating.”

“Look, jay-” he leans close. You backed up against the locker, jay smirks and places his hands on the locker beside you.

“You look intimidated, scared i’ll bite?” he says. you couldn’t say anything. Not when this reminded you of what your bullies used to do to you before they beat you up. You start to feel breathless.

“jay, p-please step back.” you voiced out, trying to breathe properly and your voice visibly shaky.

“shit.” he grabs your hand and brings you over to the staircase, the one where he previously helped you. He settles you down on the steps and holds your hand, rubbing it softly.

“hey, i’m sorry. Concentrate on me okay? The sound of my voice and breathe in and out slowly.” jay says. You do as he says but it doesn’t work, tears pricking your eyes. You felt like you were being swallowed up, you couldn’t breathe. jay notices that and so he does one thing he could only think of.

he kissed you. Your eyes shut, you tried following jay’s pattern of kissing just to stop the panic attack. It works. you quickly pulled away after realising what you were doing and just fled the scene. You couldn’t face jay after you did that.

As for jay, he was left there stunned. Never once has he felt this. He’s kissed tons of girls before but something about kissing you was…heaven. He felt his cheeks redden at the thought of kissing you again. He clears his throat before fanning himself.

“park jongseong, you are down bad for her.” he mutters. Yes, you read it right. Jay, was in fact very much in love with you. Sure, he acts cold and you two never officially interacted until this year but jay has always watched you from far.

He doesn’t know you’ve been bullied though, your bully only strikes when no one important was around since they had to uphold a reputation and respect. Guess jay just caught them on time since he saw what happened a few days back. He walks over to his locker and there he witnesses his sister and jungwon holding hands.

“yang jungwon, why are you holding my sister’s hand?” jay shows a fake smile.

“she’s my girlfriend, hyung.” jungwon says. jake chokes on his drink, sunghoon hands jake a towel whilst making a disgusted face.

“It’s been one day jungwon.” heeseung says.

“yeah, plus she’s jay’s sister. Are you sure you’re in the right mind right now?” jake says.

“hyung, you trust me right?” jungwon says. jay clenches his jaw before calming down and sighing.

“yeah, just don’t hurt her.” jay says.

As for you, you still couldn’t get the image of jay kissing you out of your head. You were going insane. His lips felt soft, somehow perfectly moulded with yours.

“Miss (name), could you share with us on how to do this math equation.” the teacher says. You nod and stood up to solve the equation. You easily answered it cause well…you were the top in the class for a reason.

“Thank you (name). This is why you’re our best student in the class but do remember, just cause you’re the top student doesn’t mean you can be distracted.” the teacher warns.

“yes ma’am.” you settled back to your seat and sighed. The bell rings about an hour later, lunchtime. You’d usually settle on having lunch somewhere secluded since you were practically an outcast but then you noticed jay waiting outside of your class.

“let’s go.” he says. your eyes widened.

“uhhh what do you mean?”

“i told you to stick by me so let’s have lunch together.”

“but-” he holds your hand and drags you over to the canteen. His friends noticed you.

“jay dude, who is this fine girl.” jake says. you did in fact know all of his friends since they were the popular bad boys after all. jay rolls his eyes.

“assuming this is your new target. you gonna rip out her heart?” sunghoon jokes. your eyes widened.

“(name) no, i’m not some monster.” jay says.

“who knows, maybe in bed he is.” jake snorts. jay glares at jake. you blush.

“ay ay, look at her blushing. jay, are you sure you and her aren’t dating.”

“we’re just,” he looks over at you, “friends.” he mutters. you could hear your heart break, like glass shattering into pieces.

“she doesn’t look too happy.” sunoo notes. you turned to his friends and all of them were looking at you.

“ah, no. i agree with jay, we’re just friends.” you gave them the best fake smile you could muster. They seemed to believe it and just went back to eating. jay slides a sandwich for you.

“Take it.” he mutters. Somehow it sounded like more of an instruction rather than an offer and besides, jay’s commanding tone scares you so you took it.

“you know jay, i’m pretty sure you scare her.” sunghoon says.

“And how?”

“she’s shaking.” jake points out. Jay’s eyes widened, he holds your hand.

“are you okay?”

“h-huh? yeah i am.” you slipped out your hand from jay’s. “i’m going to the bathroom, excuse me for a bit.” you quickly ran. Once you made it into the bathroom, your heart races.

Jay was doing a bunch to you and you knew you shouldn’t mess with him. You were not dumb to know jay is linked to a few crimes and shady businesses. The most famous case that you assumed he had done was killing one of the famous mafia bosses and beating his men and him. Sure it was a heroic act but it was still a dangerous thing. Maybe if you got on jay’s bad side he might-

Someone knocks on the door. You were in a handicapped stall so you only assumed it was either a student or an elderly cleaner. You opened the door and lord and behold jay was standing in front of you.

“Jay-” he swoops you into a kiss. You felt butterflies playing all over your tummy. You backed up into the handicapped stall and the door shuts. Your back against the door as jay hastily kisses you.

tap tap tap

“miss (name), please come up to the board and solve this question.” wait was that all a dream? “Miss (name)?” the teacher calls you again.

“sorry.” you stood up and went to solve the question. you were going insane, what actually happened this morning?

You found mia talking to her friend.

“Mia, i think i need help.” you say.

“what’s wrong?”

“Do you remember what happened this morning?”

“we went to school. My brother was being the usual shithead he is and then he asked you to meet him somewhere. You rejected him though.”

“nothing else?”

“Yeah.”

“jay didn’t wrap his arms around my waist and tell him to be my girlfriend?” mia looks at you weirdly.

“why would my brother do that? you know you and him never get along.” mia says. Your heart shatters. Everything was a dream?

“I see, well i better get home.” you say. Mia nods and waves at you. You need to get some sleep or at least think this through.

As you walked home, you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“Hey.” jay says. You felt your heart race.

“jay, what the fuck are you doing?”

“listen baby, you need to follow me. some guys seem to think we are dating and are willing to get their hands on you just to threaten me so stay close.” his eyes were cold, unlike the jay you had previously ‘imagined’

Maybe it really was a fake reality. You were just living in it because you hoped to actually be close to him. So was jay still very much down bad for you? Yes, he was. Except in the actual reality he knew how to conceal it better. Jay was very much still a ‘criminal’.

You felt your heart break. This was the reality.

“alright, just please don’t talk to me for a few days. I need to sort out my life.” you say as you walked away from jay. he runs up to you confused as to why you said that.

“what do you mean?”

“the life i thought was my reality was all fake and you were part of it so please just leave me alone for now.” you say, already feeling tears pricking your eyes. Before jay could even mutter a word out, you left him.

You looked around, your parents weren’t home. This was the reality, your parents never cared for you and always took overtime. You were considered a burden. You imagined them actually caring about you. You were hallucinating everything. You let the tears fall. You were on the verge of insanity and this was the first stage or as you call it. You grabbed your phone and dialled your sister.

“hey big sis, what’s wrong?” sana, your little sister, says.

“can i come over to grandma’s house?”

“oh big sis, are okay?”

“no. i think i’m going insane.”

“come over.” you say. you ended the call and grabbed your things. You turned back to the house and just left. your little sister was staying with your grandparents since your parents couldn’t take care of her. She’s been living here since birth but still goes to your school.

You made it to your grandparents house. Your little sister lets you in. she hugs you.

“did mom and dad do something?” you slammed the pills on the desk. Your little sister’s eyes widened.

“insomnia pills?” you nod.

“They forced me to take this after i talked about not being able to sleep.”

“why can’t you sleep?”

“The pressure, they want me to be the best when clearly i already try my best. I’ve topped the class but they want me to top the school? I can’t do that sana, i’m not as smart as others.”

“Unnie…” sana holds you close. Your phone rings, sana goes to pick it up after seeing that it was your mom.

“hello mom? Oh she’s with me at grandma’s house. she just wants to visit me, it’s almost dark out, let her stay with me. Fine.” she ends the call.

“mom wants you home.”

“but i don’t want to.” your little sister holds your face gently.

“hey unnie, you’ll be fine. Just leave the pills here. Go home, if you can’t sleep, call me or facetime me. Keep talking to me.”

“You have to get to bed.”

“I’ll talk to grandma about this. You don’t have to worry.” sana says. You smiled a little at her and wipes the tears that were still falling.

“Can’t believe i’m the older sister.” sana chuckles at your words.

“you’ve comforted me with riki, now it’s my turn.” you hugged her once more.

The walk home was dreadful. You hated this. You made it to your front door, you were hesitant to go in. one step in and suddenly a hand reached out for you. His eyes were practically glowing red with anger.

“Follow me.” jay says. He drags you over to his house, ignoring his little sister’s questioning. You made it over to his room. He clicks on a few buttons and the bookshelf reveals an opened passageway.

Jay settles you down on the couch that was in the room. It was a pretty big room, one bed, a couch, tv with consoles and a bathroom. A man cave as you’d describe it.

“Why are you bringing me here? My mom requested for me to be back home.” you stood up to face jay. “Don’t you know this is kidnapping.” he turns to you and comes closer, you fell back on the couch.

“Don’t go home.” he says.

“Why?” jay sighs.

“(name), i know what happened.”

“how do you know? we aren’t even close.” one click of a remote reveals the computer and many other tech stuff.

“I know you’re not dumb. You know i do shady work so you know i’m capable of finding anything out.” this tension, it felt weird.

“(name), please stop.”

“why do you even care about me. you know my life is horrible. I don’t understand why, do you always help me out. You’re not the jay i know in my dreams.”

“(name), we can get through this together.” you scoffed at his words.

“you can’t help me. I’d rather be erased from this planet.”

“don’t say that.” jay clenches his jaw.

“why? it’s true, i would rather be gone because nobody cares about me.” jay pulls up and closer by your waist.

“I care about you (name).” was all he says before he pulls you into a romantic kiss. His phone rings. He ignores it and when it rings for the 3rd time, jay pulls back groaning. “sorry babe, duty calls.” you blushed.

“you can stay at my house for a bit. I’m moving out with my sister soon. My dad is planning something on her, i just know it.” he sends you a wink before answering the call.

He didn’t leave the room so you could hear him talking but you didn’t care about what he was talking about, you were staring at him. jay notices you staring at him and so he goes over to peck your forehead.

“no i’m not fucking someone. that kiss sound was just me kissing my girlfriend. yes, i have a girlfriend jAEyUn.” jay rolls his eyes. “yeah, sure i’ll be there and stop making kissing sounds fucker.” jay ends the call and turns to you.

“I have to go, the boys are calling me over. stay here okay? Don’t answer any calls from your parents. your sister is fine, just not your parents. We wouldn’t want them to find you.”

“jay?”

“yes?” you grabbed his arm and pecked his lips.

“stay safe.” he smiles. “hey, why are you smiling. aren’t you the heartless killer? you’ve killed a bunch of people with a cold gaze.” you say.

“well, when your girlfriend is being so adorable…” you pushed him slightly.

“just go jay.” you say flustered.

“See you later.”

He didn’t come home that night and you wondered why but you understood, he was probably doing some late night things. The next morning, you were woken up with a kiss. You whined.

“jay, go away.”

“my beautiful girlfriend. we need to get out of here. I got us tickets.”

“Tickets to?” you rubbed your eyes.

“australia.” that’s when you really woke up.

“a-australia??”

“we need to run, jungwon and my sister are staying at his grandparent’s house right now. The other boys are waiting in the jet.”

“but my clothes and things.”

“Already raided your room, babygirl.” jay smirks.

“Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see.”

“maybe just your panti-” you glared at him, “okay, i was kidding.”

“Pervert.”

“I was joking babe.”

“help me up.”

“Who knew you’d be such a baby.” jay says.

“who knew you’d be such a simp for me.”

“I’m not a simp.”

“are you sure jongseong.”

“how did you find out my korean name?”

“you point over to papers on the desk.”

“you do realise there are papers over there that have your name written on there.”

“so you were snooping around?” jay raises his brow.

“no.”

“Oh now you’re lying. Why don’t i punish you.” jay starts tickling you. You giggled.

“jay! stop!!” you tried to say in between laughs and screams.

Jay’s phone rings and so he stops to pick it up.

“hey.” places it on speaker mode.

“get your ass here.” sunghoon says.

“coming over. I was just informing (name).”

“informing or fucking.” jake asks.

“shut the fuck up.” the boys were laughing. “But maybe since she was being a brat…” jay stares at you. your eyes widened.

“YO DON’T DO IT WHILE WE’RE ON CALL WTF. WE WERE KIDDING.” jake yells. jay leans forward.

“jay.” you warn him. He smirks and only leans forward.

“YAH END THE CALL BEFORE YOU TWO DO IT. WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING.” heeseung yells. Jay ends the call. He pecks your lips.

“let’s get you into the shower.”

“You won’t do anything right?”

“Well…”

“jongseong.” you sternly told him.

“I'm joking.” you roll your eyes.

jay park, a cold hearted criminal but a fool for you.

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Bite Me, Munson | e.m.

Vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

She didn’t particularly want to be out after dark; she knew what lurked in the dark. Well, she thought she knew what lurked in the dark.

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Blood kink. Mild choking. Biting. Cockwarming. P in V penetration (wrap it before ya tap it). Cream pie? Kinda. Outdoor sex. Porn with plot. Use of nicknames (my girl, pretty girl). No use of y/n

Author’s Note: Hahahaha fuck man I don’t know where this came from. Tagging @ablondieproduction and @acutely-autistic because they played a part in this slutty ass piece. Enjoy (ノ‥)ノ

“Hey, this is probably the worst time to do this, but like, I think we might actually die so…,” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at Nancy and Steve who were talking to each other in hushed tones.

She was sitting on the ground, trying to figure out how to load the hand gun she’d stolen from her dad. Her brow raised when he spoke though, and she looked up at him. “We’re not going to die,” she reassured, setting the weapon on the ground in front of her.

“Listen, I know you guys seem to do this shit all the time, but I…I have no confidence in this plan,” he admitted, moving now to sit beside her in the dirt. “And if it does go south, and this doesn’t work…I just…”

She stared at him, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. For the last six years —since they first met in ninth grade —she tried to keep herself from crushing on Eddie Munson. But it was hard not to when he practically snatched her up in the cafeteria freshman year, offering her a place to sit and a friendly smile (and also an offer to join a “cult.” Though, that ended up being the best part of high school). Being a freak with Eddie Munson was the best thing to ever happen to her.

Even after she graduated, and he didn’t, they still found time to hang out. She was in community college, and had moved into an apartment with two people from the school. Given the college wasn’t far out of Hawkins, it made things easier. He came over more often than she went to his; enough so that there was a drawer of his things in her room. And he spent the night frequently, usually after a long night of D&D when he had to drive her home and she insisted it was too late to drive all the way back.

It was strictly platonic. How did Robin describe her and Steve? “Platonic with a capital P.” That’s what she and Eddie were. Platonic with a capital P.

At least, that’s what she told herself whenever he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Or when he hugged her just a little too long. Or when he called her pretty girl.

They weren’t platonic with a capital P by any means. They never were.

“I should have told you sooner,” he finally concluded, looking at his hands for a minute. “Like, freshman year sooner honestly. I just didn’t know how to —didn’t wanna ruin whatever we had —“

“I don’t think anything could ruin what we have,” she interrupted, and Eddie finally looked at her. “We never really were good at the whole just friends thing, were we?”

“I thought I was making it super obvious…” He grinned some, bumping his shoulder with hers.

“I honestly thought I was overthinking everything,” she laughed, covering her face with her hands for a moment. “Six years, and all it took was a murder accusation and the Upside Down for us to finally tell each other. Oh my god.”

“Who knew you were such a badass, anyway? My girl, fighting demons and shit on the regular.”

She beamed at the title, smiling at him excitedly. “Your girl?”

He nodded once, blush creeping up his cheeks as he pulled one of his rings and held it out to her. “As long as you want to be.”

She held up her hand, letting him slip the ring onto her middle finger since it was too big, and she grinned at him. “I couldn’t ask for anything more, Eddie.”

*****

“No, no, no,” she cried, dropping to her knees beside Eddie, who was bloodied and devoured by the demobats. Dustin fell beside her, clutching her arm tight. “Eddie, no, please. What is wrong with you? Why did you have to cut the sheet?”

Eddie smiled weakly, mouth bloody and eyes glossing over as he tried to focus on her. “I-I didn’t run away this time, did I?”

Her breath hitched and she shook her head, tears falling as she pushed his hair out of his face. “No, no. You…you didn’t. You’re a hero, Eddie. My hero.”

“That’s all I wanted to be,” he whispered, coughing as Dustin started sobbing beside her.

“Eddie, please,” she begged, leaning over him now as her tears fell over his cheeks. “I-I just got you. Don’t leave me. I can’t —“

“It’s okay,” he managed to get out, taking a shuddering breath. “Take care of them, will you? My sheep.”

“You’re going to take care of them yourself,” Dustin insisted, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “We just need…we have to get you out of here —“

“It’s…it’s too late for that, I think.”

Eddie’s eyes closed, and he took another breath. She reached for his hand, taking it and holding it against her chest as thunder cracked over the sky. Dustin let out a broken sob, but grabbed her, pulling her away now. Insisting they had to go.

“We can’t just leave him!” She screamed, fighting the teenager.

“We have to go or we’ll end up like him! He wouldn’t want that!”

“Just leave me here then!”

“NO!”

*****

Weeks passed. Hawkins was on the mend. Much like how the town always did, they pretended that nothing supernatural or evil was happening. Like the Upside Down wasn’t trying to pry its way into their world.

Nothing was normal. Nothing ever was, nothing ever would be, and nothing would ever change. Hawkins was cursed, and she should have left as soon as she could.

But she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t bring herself to leave the town behind, because it was all she really had left of him. Of what they almost had. Six years of friendship, of pining for one another and being too afraid to admit their feelings. Besides, where would she go? She hadn’t finished her associates yet, and she didn’t have any money now that her job was practically swallowed up into the pits of Hell.

The only solace she had was the drawer of things Eddie had left at her apartment. She lived on the outskirts of Hawkins, just barely outside the town limits. Her apartment was pretty much unscathed, though her roommates hightailed it out of town when everything happened. It wouldn’t be long until her landlord decided to start collecting rent again.

It wasn’t a lot of things. The ring he gave her, that she wore around her neck. A couple shirts and pairs of jeans. A jacket that he rarely wore unless she made him swap out his leather jacket to be cleaned. He had left a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy on her nightstand, dogeared on the page he had left off on last time he was over. There were handfuls of guitar picks that he would just drop on her dresser when he pulled things out of his pockets, and she’d taken to carrying one in her wallet at all times.

She wore his shirts a lot; though she tried to keep them as clean as she could. If she washed them, they wouldn’t smell like him anymore and she couldn’t lose that.

There were a handful of times she almost asked Steve for Eddie’s vest back —but she never did. Especially not when she saw Dustin wearing it one day at the grocery store. There was no way she could take it back now. She had enough things of Eddie’s to hold her over emotionally until she finally cracked anyway.

Today was no different, really. She was wearing one of his Metallica shirts under a flannel shirt, having opted to wear it out and about as she ran errands around town. It had taken her most of the day to will herself out of bed, but the grocery store closed at 8 so she needed to get out of the house sooner rather than later. Her apartment was painfully low on food, and while she didn’t have much of an appetite lately, she needed something to hold her over.

It was like the town just…forgot they accused Eddie of murder. Or if they didn’t forget, they didn’t care because as far as they were concerned, he was missing or dead. While it seemed that the party managed to pin Chrissy’s death on Jason, and cleared Eddie’s name the best they could —it still didn’t matter. Because as she walked out of the grocery store, there was the missing persons poster —Eddie with his bright smile; defaced and made into the devil.

She snatched it down, stuffing it into her pocket as she stormed off to her car with her groceries in hand. For a while, she just sat in her car and sobbed into her hands. Screaming in anger at the town, screaming in anger at Eddie. Screaming in general, banging her hands against the steering wheel as she let out her anger at the world.

By the time she had calmed down, whatever she had that was frozen was certainly thawed and inedible. Giving up, and refusing to waste whatever money she did have, she set out to return home. The sun was setting, casting an awful reddish orange hue over the sky. She didn’t particularly want to be out after dark; she knew what lurked in the dark.

Well, she thought she knew what lurked in the dark.

When she finally got home, the street lights were flickering on and she was fiddling with her keys before finally opening her door. As she stepped inside, something crashed downstairs from her and she jumped in surprise. Her groceries scattered on the floor, and her hand shot out to grab the baseball bat she kept by the entrance now. It wasn’t as hardcore as Steve’s, but it worked fine for whatever purpose she felt she needed it for.

Creeping back outside, she gripped the bat tight in her hands as she peaked around the corner. Then she made her way downstairs. The apartment wasn’t anything fancy, being cheap for a college kid, so security wasn’t exactly the landlord’s forte. The halls were exposed to the weather, outside and easily accessed to anyone who wanted to cause trouble.

But as she stepped off the bottom step, there was nothing out there. Curtains drawn, doors shut. Nothing was there. But something ached in her chest, pulling her towards the back apartments.

This was a bad idea. Whatever she was doing —it was a bad idea. She should go inside, she should call Steve or Nancy or literally anyone else. She shouldn’t be doing this by herself. But that thought seemed to be pushed aside by the overwhelming need to ensure there wasn’t some Demogorgon looking asshole lurking outside her apartment.

Also the urge to hit something really hard was really motivating her to peer around the corner.

There was nothing there either, though. Just the back fields that led to the woods behind her building. Raising the bat, she looked around with narrowed eyes, frowning deeply. Something was in the woods; she could see it. It was cloaked in the shadows, trying to hide, but she could make it out just barely.

“What the fuck,” she whispered, stepping into the grass slowly.

As she finally stepped into the woods, away from the eyes of anyone who could save her, her grip on the bat faltered. Her panic was starting to take precedence over her need to hit something. And she was beginning to think she was just seeing things. There wasn’t anything there. She couldn’t see anything; it was dark. And she went into the woods, in the dark, alone. Why was she such an idiot?

Deciding that she needed to back out, that she needed to run, she turned on her heel only to be grabbed and backed into an oak tree. She screamed out, dropping her bat, but a hand covered her mouth almost immediately. Frantic, she tried to throw her weight into her attacker but that did nothing to deter them from holding her down.

“Stop it,” they practically hissed, pressing their hand into her mouth harder.

It felt like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on her. The voice —it wasn’t just anyone's voice. It was the voice she had spent six years listening to. Memorizing, dreaming about. Her eyes finally snapped up, widening as she stared into the darkened eyes of Eddie Munson. Panic set in as she stared up at him, heart racing as she tried to fight him off.

Eddie was dead. She watched him die. This had to be Vecna. She had to be cursed. Had she heard any clocks today? She couldn’t recall as her mind spun.

“C’mon,” he continued, crouching to look her in the eyes. “It’s me, pretty girl. It’s Eddie —I didn’t mean to scare ya.”

The nickname made her knees buckle as she stared up at him still. Tears welled in her eyes as Eddie slowly lowered his hand from her mouth, and dropped his other from her shoulder. She pressed herself further into the tree.

“You can’t be real,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she shook her head. “No, this isn’t real. You’re not real,” she repeated, rubbing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

“I promise I am,” he insisted, taking her wrists in his hands gently.

“I watched you die,” she snapped at him, tears falling again for the second time that day.

“No,” he insisted, eyes narrowing down at her. His grip on her wrists tightened just a bit too much, and she winced. “You left me there to die.”

“Ed-Eddie, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered, trying to pull herself away. “I-I didn’t want to leave you there. They made me, Eddie. I tried to stay, I tried to bring you home but —“

“But you didn’t,” he bit back, eyes flashing angrily down at her. His grip didn’t falter. “You left me there to rot.”

“But you’re alive,” she breathed out, eyes wide with fear. “H-how, Eddie? How are you…how are you alive?”

“I…did die —I think,” he explained, dropping one of her wrists. Though he held onto the other one still. “It’s a blur. One minute, I was gone and then the next…I was awake. And I was…I was starving.”

Her brow furrowed as he explained, but she reached up, trying to pry his fingers off her wrist. “Eddie, I-I really need you to let go.”

His anger seemed to have subsided for a moment, loosening his grip just enough for her to pull her hand away. But he quickly caged her in, hands on either side of her head against the tree. “Please don’t run away.”

“I’m…I’m not gonna run, Eddie,” she promised, though the fear in her eyes suggested otherwise. “What…what happened then?”

He searched her face, trying to figure out how to explain it —how to show her what happened. “I…I managed to find a way outta there; I crawled through and I…I went to Benny’s. But it didn’t…I wasn’t hungry for food.”

Her brows furrowed together, staring up at him in confusion. But realization slowly crept in, and her heart skipped a beat. “Eddie…are you…are you a…”

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t believe it. But was it so impossible? Not exactly —if you had told her three years ago that she would be fighting demogorgons, she would have asked if you meant during a campaign. But she had spent the better part of the last few years fighting monsters and supernatural beings with her friends. Was the existence of vampires really that shocking?

Maybe not.

Eddie being a vampire, though? That was…that was more than shocking. It was impossible. It was terrifying. It was heartbreaking but it was…fascinating. Crazy. And truthfully…it was amazing.

Eddie Munson was alive. And he stood there in front of her, looking down at him with those same doe eyes that made her knees weak. Maybe his features were a bit sharper; maybe his eyes were a bit darker. He was certainly stronger —though he’d always been stronger than she was. Maybe he wasn’t the exact same but none of them were the same after experiencing the Upside Down.

He was Eddie, and he was alive, and it didn’t matter how, right?

Her conclusion was drawn with that thought, and her arms found themselves wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. Her weight was thrown against him, standing on her toes as she pulled him as close as she could, finally starting to cry at the realization that he was there –he was alive, and she had him back. Eddie’s arms snaked around her waist, crushing her against him as he lifted her off the ground. His face buried into her neck, instinctively, trying to keep her as close as he could when he realized she wasn’t afraid of him.

His sharp inhale should have scared her, knowing what he was now. The way his lips brushed against her jugular should have caused panic. But instead, she could feel the heat pooling in her belly; the arousal spreading through her body faster than it should. It didn’t matter that he could kill her; all that mattered was he was there.

“I thought I lost you,” she whispered, pulling away just enough to look up at him. Her forehead rested against his as he set her down. He was leaning down into her touch, one hand reaching up to touch the ring that hung around her neck.

“You’re wearing my ring,” he whispered back, smiling faintly down at her. She could see the curve of his teeth –his new teeth –through his smile. It made her heart race.

“I haven’t taken it off,” she admitted, “I…I couldn’t.”

“My girl,” he grinned, exposing his fangs even more now. His hand pulled away, resting now against her heart. “I can hear your heart racing. Are you scared of me?”

“No,” she breathed, covering his hand with her own. “Should I be?”

Eddie shook his head, though his eyes were glued to her neck –to the sound of her heart beating through her skin. He could hear the blood rushing through her. “I won’t hurt you, pretty girl. You just have to trust me.”

“I’ve trusted you since we were fourteen, Eddie.”

“I know.”

His eyes finally dragged up her face, slowly meeting her eyes as he licked his lips. Her eyes dropped to his lips for a moment, swallowing hard at the sight of his fangs and his tongue, before meeting his eyes once more. It was then that their lips crashed together, with him pressing her back against the tree as he took her face in his hands. Her hands gripped his wrists, lips parting enough for Eddie to slip his tongue into her mouth. The sound that escaped her when he did that only fueled the fire, his kiss becoming aggressive as their tongues tangled around one another.

Her fingers tugged at his shirt –torn and bloody from the Upside Down –before running her hands up his torso. He shivered at her touch, especially as her nails trailed along the scars that were left behind from the demobats and their attack on him. She pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath as she looked up at him, a string of saliva connecting them still. He grinned still, devilish and teasing, as he slipped his jacket off and tossed it to the side. His Hellfire shirt followed close behind, leaving him standing before her in only his torn jeans and rings.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Eddie shirtless, and God help her, it wouldn’t be the last either. Not if she had any say in it.

His hands reached out, fingers snagging her belt loops of her shorts to pull her close to him again. She didn’t fight him, allowing herself to be pressed against him again as her arms wrapped around his neck. Another bruising kiss, all teeth and frantic and needy, and he was lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist without breaking it. The new found strength made it easy to keep her up, his hands gripping her thighs solely to feel the skin beneath his hands. Her back was pressed against the tree again, hands in his hair as she tugged at the curls with need.

Eddie growled —actually growled, not some metaphoric term to describe his sounds. But an actual growl escaped his throat when she did that. And she couldn’t help the moan that slipped through her lips into his mouth. Her hands briefly untangled from his hair, reaching between the two of them to pull the hem of her shirt —well, his shirt —over her head and toss it to the ground with Eddie’s clothes.

She was desperate for him, afraid this would be the only moment she had with him again. And Eddie could tell; could smell just how turned on she was by everything happening. It was amazing what senses were heightened when he changed. One hand gripped her thigh still as the other reached between the two of them, popping the button to her shorts open as she rolled her hips into his touch instinctively. He grinned down at her, fangs less threatening and far more welcoming than they should be.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he admitted, dropping her back to the ground just long enough to pry her shorts off. His fingers brushed just barely over her panty-clad pussy, causing her to buck her hips. “Wanted you for so long.”

She stood before him now —mismatched bra and panties, his ring resting in the valley of her breasts like it always belonged there. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and Eddie was so focused on it that he didn’t even hear her speak. But he did feel her reach out and tug at his jeans, bringing his attention back to her as she pulled him back to her. The bulge in his pants was suddenly something he was hyper aware of, feeling her just above where he wanted her to be. Her fingers were quick to unfasten his belt and unbutton his jeans.

Whether it was desperation or eagerness or both —it didn’t matter. All she wanted was him.

He batted her hand away though, taking her wrists now to pin them above her head against the tree. “D’you know how often I thought about you like this?” He asked, knee sliding between her legs, parting them. “Usually we were in bed but…”

“Take what we can get, right?” She managed to breathe out, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Next time,” he promised, his free hand taking a hold of her chin.

Her pulse picked up at the promise that this wasn’t the last time she’d see him. Releasing her chin, Eddie trailed his hand down her body slowly —resting briefly on her throat where he felt her pulse under his fingers. Then down, over her breasts. His fingers tugged on his ring around her neck, a feeling of possessiveness enveloping him for a second. She was his. And she wore his ring to show everyone that.

His ring wouldn’t be the only mark of his on her when he was done.

He let go of her hands for a moment to allow both his hands to grasp at her chest, squeezing her breasts through her bra before yanking the cups down, exposing her nipples. He leaned down, running his tongue over her right nipple and sucking it while pinching the other. She gasped, hands finding his hair once again. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to appease the need for friction as much as she could. But Eddie’s knee between her legs prevented it.

His knee pressed up, rubbing against her clothed pussy and she hissed in response, closing her eyes. Her hips moved against him, unable to help herself as his mouth moved to her left nipple. Though he pulled back just enough to tease her.

“Impatient, hm?”

“You have no —shit,” she gasped as his hands found her hips and ground her against his knee further, guiding her movements. “Eddie, god, please.”

“Love to hear you beg,” he chuckled, nipping at her breast one last time before he pulled back.

Admiring how drunk she was off of just his touching, Eddie palmed himself through his unbuttoned jeans. Her thighs squeezed together as she watched, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Eddie didn’t bother pulling his pants all the way down, opting simply to take them down enough to expose his aching cock. His fist wrapped around it, stroking himself slowly as she fell against the tree, watching him.

Without prompting, she slid to her knees in front of him. But when she reached out to touch him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back up, flush against his chest. As much as Eddie loved the sight of her like that, he needed more than her mouth.

She tried to argue, but he cut her off with a searing kiss and his hand between her legs. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and he wasted no time slipping his tongue back into her as his fingers slipped over the wet spot that had formed in her panties. Nimble and quick, he rubbed over her pussy, pressing the cotton between her folds as his thumb ghosted over her clit.

“Fuck,” he murmured, breath fanning over her mouth as he pulled back. “All this because of me?”

“Can’t believe you never noticed,” she teased back, rocking against his hand to get anything from him. Her arms locked around his neck. He raised a brow as he looked down at her. “Took you six years to realize how bad I have it for you.”

He smirked down at her, free hand yanking her closer by the chain on her neck. “Could say the same about you, pretty girl.”

The tightness of the chain around her throat, coupled with the fingers slipping her panties off only made her knees weaker as she bit her lip. “I-I just…fuck, I overthought everything.”

“You always do,” he reminded her, dropping her panties to the ground now, leaving her spilling out of her bra but otherwise bare before him. “Come’ere.”

There was no hesitation as she pulled herself into him again, kissing him hard. Eddie lifted her up once more, wrapping her legs around his waist. The head of his cock rubbed against her slick, poking at her clit as she moaned into his mouth. He pressed her back into the tree, grasping at her ass as he rocked his hips into her core.

“Always left your place with a hard on,” he admitted, the head of his cock leaking precum as he nipped at her lip. It was a little too hard; more than she was anticipating as blood drew. “Always thought about what would happen if I made a move.”

“You should have,” she moaned, not registering the blood that was spreading across her lip. “But we’re here now.”

Eddie hesitated a moment, the scent of her blood hitting him like a brick wall. He pulled back some, looking down at her mouth. He swallowed hard, grip on her tightening as he tried to control the urge to lick the blood from her pretty lips. If he lost control and hurt her…

He needed to distract himself; keep himself focused on anything but the blood that was rushing through her. They were here now; and he needed to be inside her. That’s what would ground him, he was certain of it.

Eddie adjusted, pulling her legs over his arms now to better angle himself. She gasped at the sudden change, but kept one arm around him as she reached for his cock. He threw his head back as she touched him, stroking him once —twice —before she guided it into her slick pussy. Eddie hissed, trying to keep himself focused; trying to take it slow. But he couldn’t —this was something he’d dreamt of for years now. Jerked off to in the night, in her bathroom when she slept in the next room. And now he was finally getting it.

Slow wasn’t part of his vocabulary as he thrusted into her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, throwing her back into the tree as she adjusted to his size. Her nails dug into his arms, the pain of his sudden intrusion subsiding into a delicious stretch that had her turning to a quivering mess under him.

But he didn’t move. And when she tried to grind into him, Eddie stopped her, shushing her when she whined.

“Just…fuck,” he whispered, taking a breath and resting his forehead against her neck for a moment. “Let me savor this. Let me feel you for just a sec, will ya?”

She nodded, swallowing hard as she clenched involuntarily around him. Her heart was racing, and the feeling of him filling her up like this was overwhelming her senses. Her pulse was loud in his ears, and Eddie thought back to the blood that was drawn earlier, from him biting her lip. And suddenly the urge was even worse. His cock buried deep inside her; her blood rushing through her. All he wanted was a taste. More than anything, he wanted to taste her.

Three weeks ago, he wanted to taste her pussy and every inch of her body. Today, though, it was her blood he wanted.

His tongue trailed along her jugular, pressing against the vein he could feel throbbing under his tongue. She didn’t seem to realize the danger she was in; or, if she did, it didn’t register that suddenly Eddie was wanting to devour her literally.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into her throat, rocking his hips just enough to build pressure into her. Give her something to look forward to. She nodded, eyes closed as she tried to move against him. He held her tight though, whispering her name. “Words. Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Fuck, yes. I-I trust you, Eddie,” she whimpered, looking down at him as her hands tangled in his hair.

“This is going to hurt,” he warned, glancing up at her. His eyes had changed —darkened entirely to the point that the whites of his eyes were black. Dark veins mapped across his cheeks, and for the first time since the Upside Down, she felt true fear.

“Eddie, what —“

His teeth —his fangs grazing over her throat shut her up as her eyes widened and her hands dropped to his chest. Her pleading fell on deaf ears as he licked her throat once more, before finally sinking his teeth into her skin. She cried out, her pleasure commingling disturbingly well with the pain of his bite. It was hard for her to decipher if it was the pain or the pleasure she was crying out from; and that’s probably what scared her the most. Not Eddie biting her; not him using her to feed. But the fact she couldn’t tell if she absolutely hated it or absolutely loved it.

His hips pulled back as he fed, pulling out of her just enough before he snapped them forward again and filled her up once more. Her cry turned into a moan, unable to help herself, as he began to fuck into her. It was steady, careful, as her head fell back into the tree once more. The stretch of her neck made his access to her blood easier, and it dripped down her skin and his chin as he picked up his pace.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, clenching tight around him as he pounded her into the tree. But her head was getting fuzzy, and his mouth on her neck wasn’t releasing. Weakly, she hit his chest, trying to get him to stop. Her whimpers turned to begging, her hits becoming weaker.

It took a few more hits before Eddie registered she was even touching him —she was drunk on his cock but he was drunk off her blood. But he pulled back, blood dripping off his chin, cock still buried deep inside her as she slumped back into the tree. For a moment, he panicked; her throat was covered in blood but the bite was slowly closely on its own. She was breathing, looking at him through dizzy eyes.

“Eddie…” she murmured, voice slurred as she reached up. As he began to pull out, she pulled him in. “Kiss me, Eddie.”

Something stirred in his belly, and Eddie brought his lips to hers once more. Bloodied, swollen, and hard —but she split his lips open with her tongue, tasting the copper of herself on his mouth as she moved to try to grab his hips. Eddie got the hint, returning to his steady pace as he fucked into her again. Tasting her blood on his tongue, mixed with the lust that had been pent up for so many years was almost too much for her as the coil inside her wound up.

The tree against her back was biting into her skin, but it didn’t matter as she reached between them, rubbing her clit with one hand. The other was tangled in his hair, holding him in place as he slammed into her over and over again. It was skin against skin, bruising grips on her thighs, and bloody kisses that anyone could see if they walked not even fifty yards into the woods behind her home. But she didn’t care.

“Eddie —!” She cried out, pulling back some as he changed the angle just enough, hitting that sensitive spot inside her. “Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s what I’m doin’, pretty girl,” he joked, burying his face in her neck again, licking at the blood that was drying on her skin. He drilled into her hard, balls slapping against her ass as he felt that same familiar build up. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good. Like you were made for me.”

She hummed in response, fingers messy against her clit as his thrusts became erratic. “‘M close, babe. Fuck, I-I…” She hesitated, drawing in a breath before she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her “Bite me, Munson. Please.”

His thrusts stuttered as he looked at her with surprise, but nodded frantically. It brought him that much closer to the edge. She wouldn’t have to ask twice, that’s for goddamn sure.

He went for the other side of her throat now, her head falling to the side as he kissed her jugular. Softer than he had been earlier, though as his teeth grazed her throat once more, he could hear her heartbeat pick up. He dropped one of her legs, letting it rest on the ground as his now free hand pushed hers out of the way, rubbing frantic circles against her clit. Both her hands were in his hair now as he bit into her throat, relishing in the taste of her blood on his tongue.

It didn’t take long for her to finally hit her orgasm; between his cock filling her over and over and his teeth in her flesh, her senses were overwhelmed. She cried out as she fell over the edge, nails dragging down his back as stars filled her vision.

The taste of her blood almost sweetened from her coming, drowning Eddie in ecstasy as he fucked her through her orgasm. His hips started to stutter, becoming aggressive before finally releasing his jaw from her throat. She whined, but he kissed her hard as he came, filling her with his cum. Her pussy clenched tight around him, milking him for all he was worth as she licked her blood off his tongue.

As they both came down from their highs, Eddie pulled away from her. His forehead pressed against hers. She was a bit lightheaded —both from the blood loss and her orgasm —but she looked at him with a lazy smile. Her hands loosened around his neck, though she kept her arms around his neck as he pulled out of her slowly. A whine escaped her lips at the loss of him. Carefully, he set her down, though her legs shook, so he held her close against him.

“God, I fucking love you,” he whispered, thumb wiping the blood from her lips.

She nodded once, holding onto his wrist as she leaned into his touch. “I love you too, Eddie. Everything about you.”

He grinned down at her, licking his lips. “So uh, you got a biting kink, huh?”

“Fuck, apparently.”

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson imagine #vampire!eddie x reader #Eddie Munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things

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Hazbin Hotel 7-8 (Spoil McNoil)

Hazbin Hotel is indeed not an action show.

But at least they tried to have some action.

Should they have tried tho?

(I'm gonna start out ripping, but, I don't hate this show, it's actually pretty funny that does some things super well but then just bumble fucks other big moments)

I mean, here's the thing, they're great at street fights, apparently. Vaggie vs Lute was pretty brutal, I felt like I was watching two bird tear eachother apart. Like a scene out of Gardians of Ga'Hoole.

But the ninja anime fantasy, martial arts type stuff was pretty weak, and didn't really track as something the characters would utilize. Like, Alastor is a cannibalistic voodoo serial killer from 1930's New Orleans. And twice before we've seen Alastor grow and contort to intimidate, kill, etc. But he doesn't do any of that against Adam except for that one aesthetic moment. Instead it's got generic "Tentril powers, GO!" vibes. Husker and Charlie also have this problem. Why is an American Gambler using cards like ninja stars? He can fly dude-- or, can he?

Can Husker fly?

And Charlie- like, she has a sheild, but she can only really use it to protect herself :/ Like, girl, just go inside.

Lucy beating the shit out of Adam was cut so short, Like, 2 secs and 4 punches b4 Charlie goes "DAD STOP ITS TOO MUCH"-- no, let Lucy COOK; I think it would have actually been an interesting point to make on how the reason Lucifer gives for discouraging the Hotel is sinner's being "The Worst", yet here he is clearly having a fit of violence (an understandable one but, Charlie, who's never even been to heaven except for a bs court hearing, has to remind a high-ranking angel to have mercy.) Charlie, razz and Dazz transforming didn't really do anything-- it actually felt more like a game of thrones reference, which would be fine if Razz or Dazz DID anything except die. They also didn't explain Carmilla's motive for helping them well. Like, neat entrance, but the build ups to the pay offs didn't exist :,O

And the voice acting: These guys are great singers, but the noises they make when they get hit, their mid-battle dialogue, is so corny and tonally off for certain characters. Like, Alastor and Charlie's yells in particular are- pardon my accent but cringe af.

Charlie in particular has so many anti-climatic moments. If they meant for her to not be particularly good at fighting, maybe establish that and not have all these super dramatic badass magical girl moments that just lead to her getting dunked on. It was so anticlimactic jeezuz christ.

And really it's more about picking a tone, the anti climactic moments could have been funny if they framed it as a funny moment or a joke, but it's framed seriously so it's read seriously.

But, who doesn't bumble fuck around how to end something though. I've read some juicy, golden touch stories that really freaked out on the gas and steering at the end. So, this isn't anything uncommon, especially for relatively new creators.

They have flaws, who doesn't. I loved so much about this show even when my first impression going in was just cringing at it not being what I expected. This is a critique of love, guys, I genuine wish the best for this show, bc it's apparent that when Viv has the freedom and breathing room she needs to plan and pace, she can cook up a good ass goddamned meal (See: Helluva Boss, Season one). This was them crunching and smushing a ton of story and moments into too-few episodes, which, looking back could have been done better, but its easy to see how something can be better once it's done and out in the world. (See: literally any amature artist 2 seconds after posting their work)

The season finale ended with so many good set ups tho! :D

Lilith vacaying in heaven, having made a deal with Adam.

Alastor becoming desperate for a way out, having made deals with Vaggie and Charlie-- And far more explicitly there against his will. Also--is a future antagonist?

Yes PLEASE. I love that they showed Al loosing his shit through his eyes even with the smile he's always wearing. And they built this up before hand having him talk previously about wearing a smile, basically as a mask.

PENTIOUS

YOU REDEEMED FU-

(I was actually cringing at Pentious the entire time inep 8, I'm sorry but he's so hard to take seriously-- even his "death" was funny as hell. I love him but its like how someone loves a clumsy puppy that destroys your house without neither malice nor remorse)

Also: The exorcists switching leaders- I am wondering how things are gonna change with them, especially given how much more sadistic and violent Lute is. Like, Adam just liked laughing at sinners. He saw them as insults to his existance, his mini-me hates and seems like she just enjoys violence and malice, using ego and "they deserve it" narratives as an excuse to indulge in acts that ordinarily would lan someone in hell.

Overall-- Not the best season finale I've ever seen, execution-wise through these 8 episodes (like, Vaggie got her wings learning to fight for love, but she's been doing nothing but supporting and protecting Charlie this whole time. There was no hint that she was bitter or wanted revenge). They definitely needed to pace and build things better but there's so much to love. Like, Seeing Alastor in his element with Rosie and Nifty was so fun, even if they were small moments (his laugh is so stiff tho, c'mon Al.)

The finale did a good job setting up the future, but I don't have much more to say than that. Hopefully, now that they know they're getting a second season, they'll just, breathe on this one a bit more ya?

I'm glad I watched it, I cried, I laughed, I cringed, I yelled at Pentious for subjecting me to second hand embarrassment. It's great :,D

Also- I hope he doesn't read this and takes it the wrong way, but Vox reminds me of my brother-- Especially with the scenes where he's watching the battle :,D

#hazbin hotel #spoilers #alastor #alastor the radio demon #charlie morningstar #it was ok #season 1 finale #brownthoughts00

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hey its the evil dentist anon (now off anon!) and you got me thinking about cass and children. bc like, imagine her holding a kid, maybe even a baby. maybe she saved them from a fire, a car accident, maybe she is just holding somebodys kid for a second. and she thinks huh. i was this small once. and cain did all of that to me. and like, what she thinks next is very dependant on where she is in her journey of self perception. at certain points of it (like in your excellent fic 'shame, fear and how you play the game'!) she might not consider herself as human as the child shes holding. like obviously cain was a monster, but shes at least glad that it happened to her and not another "real" child like mad dog or his other attempts. second option is i think after a lot of healing, when cass is able to come to terms a bit more with everything, that horrible realization that cain hurt his children over and over again trying to create a weapon with no will of their own, that he did not see any of them as she sees children (nobody better than cass, i think, to admire the beauty and fragility of life in them) and like. feel all of these horrible realizations wash over her as she holds this child that will never experience anything similar if she can help it, bc she desperately wants to use her abilities to protect others, specially the powerless.

sorry for the essay, ive got cass cain on the brain, as you know.

Evil dentist formerly anon! Welcome :D

Cass and kids is so important to me I rotate it in my mind every day. I wonder what it looks like when she saw a baby for the first time. Did Cain bring one in so that she wouldn't get surprised, or did she only see them when she ran away? How different was their body language compared to everyone else? She says herself that her playmates were assassins. If she ever met anyone her own age or younger they would likely also be a trained fighter brought by their parents/handler to test their abilities.

All this to say the first time Cass held a baby would have probably been both weird and terrifying in a way. And yeah she definitely wouldn't be able to perceive herself as ever being one of them. Like technically of course she knows she was once like them but the chasm between her own perception of herself and how she'd view something so tiny and innocent is so vast she'd struggle to reconcile them.

But then later on, once she developed enough to view herself as a person who, if not deserving of love is at least someone who is human enough that she doesn't need to reject it when offered... Hoo boy yeah. If she thought about everything she went through while looking at a baby and realizing that no she really was like that once and her father really did put someone tiny and innocent and helpless through all the hell she suffered... Pain. So much pain. It would take her so much healing to be able to acknowledge that though, Cass's instinctive response before gaining any sense of self love is "Well obviously you should never put a baby what I went through. But I'm ME so it's not a problem." and everyone around hers response is babygirl you did not deserve to be abused. Which is true of course but Cass wouldn't see it that way. It's not about what she did or didn't deserve, it's about how she loved the fighting, loved the training, loved her dad. So clearly she was never a regular baby, but the fact that she was capable of throwing a shuriken at the target and hitting it dead center before she could even walk does not actually make how Cain treated her any more justified. And it takes Cass a while to really understand that and understand her own anger.

And if she ever catches someone abusing kids... Remember that time a mobster tried to kill someone with a gun and she made sure their hand hurt too much to pull the trigger a full year later? Yeah if she ever sees you slapping a child you are losing your hand privileges. No one can stop her from doing it too like she doesn't care if they think she's going too far. They hurt their kid she makes sure they can never do it again. Simple.

Also I really love the headcanon that as well as taking on her adopted father's mantle as the Batman, she also has his habit of adopting kids. Only the projection is different so the first two kids Cass adopts are a child who's parents were murdered so that he could be trained as a killer (which Bruce is a tiny bit judgemental over because he knows full well she's projecting like he was with Dick. But it's fine the child never actually killed someone, Cass took down the ring before they could force him to. He's just traumatized from everything else.) and a baby assassin who was raised in essentially a survival of the fittest situation and killed both all the other kids and his handlers by the time Cass found him. (This one Bruce is a little more judgemental over, but Cass does not care. This is his grandson now. The murders are a part of him and she loves him despite that.)

30 year old Cass, showing up at her and Steph's apartment in the middle of the night covered in blood: Hey guess what :D

Steph: Cass I swear to god if that's another fucking kid you're hiding behind you-

Cass, picking up her new child (also covered in blood) and showing them to Steph like a kitten: Their name is Max they have no family no one can understand them better than me and it would be nice for Roman to have a baby sibling.

Steph, sighing and grumbling but too tired to deal with this shit: I'll get Babs to send over adoption papers in the morning.

#dc #dc rambles #cassandra cain #asks

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The Better Half

Prologue Part I: The Better Half

Clarisse la Rue x OC: Jolene Concord

Summary: Jolene has managed to get the gods on Olympus to agree to bringing adult demigods back to Camp Half-Blood to help teach their younger siblings how to survive outside camp once they leave. Of course, asking such a big favor of the gods comes with a steep price.

Warnings: Technically aged-up characters, but since the Riordanverse spans almost 2 decades and there is a canon adult Clarisse, I'd say I've earned the right to think she's pretty, dammit! A healthy mix of callback characters and OCs, and plenty of angst to come.

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By the unfortunate looks of things, none of the kids had been told about what was being planned. Several kids gathered near the porch of the big house as she was helped by a kind centaur that knew she’d have some trouble carrying her bags, and had stumbled upon her with the Party Ponies in New Orleans. The rest of the group was excited to see Camp Half-Blood again.

“I see you made some friends on your way.” It had been a long time since she’d heard his voice in person. “Welcome back Jolene.”

“Chiron, you know I’ve been going by Jo since long before I ever got here.” She laughed. “It’s good to see you, big boy.”

“Woah, why are you back?” She really should have expected the question from him, but maybe just a part of Jo wished Mr. D had anything else to say to her after all these years, even after what happened on Olympus.

“Good to see you too, dad.” Jo strained her features into a passive aggressive smile before turning back to Chiron with a much more relaxed expression. “Imogen, thank you for helping me with my bags, but you can go enjoy yourself with the party now. Don’t hold yourself back on my account.”

“We’ll see you again, right?” Imogen asked.

“As if I could miss Mardi Gras next year.” Jo feigned offense with a laugh.

“You ran into the Party Ponies.” Chiron noted with a small note of reminiscing.

Jo was off. “Sorry I’m late, I was in New Orleans, after Mardi Gras, and I knew I didn’t have a lot of time before my flight, but it was canceled! So I found the Party Ponies and I know centaurs can get across continents in a matter of hours, figured they’d be nice if I had something for them. But I remembered a massive commercial corn field that’s really been a problem for satyrs in the area, somethin’ about local pollinators gettin’ sick— and I told the ponies that if they got me to Half-Blood Hill before my appointment here, I’d teach ‘em how to make corn liquor and we could take out an invasive corn field. In hindsight, that was a bad idea, because we got drunk to celebrate their first batch, and when we made the shot for Half-Blood Hill, we ended up in Detroit.”

“Quite the adventure.” He nodded.

“Anyway, that’s my own fault, and I’m here now, so let’s talk counselors.” Jo smiled, heading into the big house with Chiron following closest behind. She took a seat at the table, grabbing a few snacks from the cupboard where she remembered Mr. D’s good stuff being ‘off limits.’ At least until she plied him with a bribe under Zues’s nose. “So, Camp Half-Blood is facing an itty bitty crisis.”

“A small crisis would be an appropriate term.” Chiron said. “I remember your presentation to the gods two summers ago, and I must say, that was quite the show.”

Jo knew Chiron was there, but she never saw him. The only security she’d had over the last few months was that she believed that Chiron hadn’t seen that fiasco. The problem wasn’t Zeus’s approval; sure, Jo was glad that the program had been approved for the first five years, but she knew as well as Chiron did that it had come with an ominous threat.

Chiron knew as well as she did that the world was dangerous, and he’d done so much to teach them what he knew, but the world has been changing. Young demigods need to learn more than just how to fight monsters.

“I’ve been in contact with several demigods across the world, even. Camp Half-Blood isn’t the only demigod sanctuary lookin’ to hiring staff counselors. I’ve spoken to a lot of half-bloods that would be willing to come back here to help out their little siblings.”

“Who have you been in contact with?” Chiron asked.

“Well, of course your favorite forbidden children said they’d be willing to at least stop by periodically to help out. Percy Jackson, and Nico di Angelo. But I managed to get an answer from Ruby Hendricks, Katie Gardener, Clarisse la Rue, Annabeth Chase, Jack Garcia, Nyssa Barrera, Nora Kingsman, Emily Schwartz, Butch Walker, Lilly Kandale, Willow Henderson, Laurel Victor, Jacob Lewis, Chiara Benvenuti, and Beatrice Herald.” Jo listed off. “From the looks of things, you have your pick.”

“Do we really need one for every cabin?” Mr. D asked.

“Probably not, but from the looks of things, it couldn’t hurt.” Jo gestured vaguely to the clearly busy camp. “Ever since you’ve got the new cabins gods have decided they suddenly don’t have that much of a space issue here at Camp Half-blood. I don’t know about you, but I probably wouldn’t be worried about having kids if I knew they’d be taken care of and my cabin can hold up to 20 at a time.”

Chiron and Mr. D looked at each other with a knowing stare.

“I’m not far off the mark from the look of y’all.” Jo laughed. “Listen, I don’t want the counselors to rain on y’all’s parade, but it’s clear with only thirty years left on Mr. D’s sentence here, you’ll have your hands more than full, Chiron. And who knows when any gods are gonna add another few bunks to their cabin to make room for yet another few bundles of joy.”

If there was anything Jo knew she was good at, it was talking people into doing things. Thankfully, this was probably the most charitable thing Jo has ever tried to do, so maybe talking someone sensible and kind like Chiron into this would be a little easier.

“Why are you doing this?” Mr. D finally asked in defiance. “Come on, you were never any kind of goody-two-shoes at camp. In fact, I remember well how you would blackmail me into giving you extra snacks and even a permanent gift from me.”

“I’ll give you that, I was a rough kid, but I will say as soon as I got to Ireland, that gift came in handy.” Jo patted her shoulder where the mark was left. “Still dumb enough to get a hangover or two, but it helped when I got poisoned by a chimera in Seattle five years ago.”

“What changed?” Mr. D asked again.

Jo didn’t want to be the one to tell him, so she did the next best thing. She took a tiny jewelry box out of her pocket and placed it on the table. “I’ll need that back.” Mr. D took the box and opened it, finding an item she knew he recognized, but would pretend not to.

“Just some camp beads?” He scoffed.

“Chrissy Callaghan is dead.” Jo told them. “She wanted me to return her camp necklace to her mother in person.”

All of the color drained from Chiron’s face as he realized exactly what Chrissy’s death meant to Jo. “I am so sorry, Jolene.”

“Not easy to get hold of Athena.” Mr. D taunted.

“Sorry to disappoint my father, but I ain’t smart enough to cook up this plan. The whole program was Chrissy and Annabeth’s idea.” Jo explained. “Chrissy stumbled onto a Lamia nest in Arizona. She got out the first time, but they caught her scent. She set a hotel room on fire, and got me out alive, down the fire escape, but she didn’t make it out.”

“Seems like a lot to go through if you just wanted to return her necklace to her mom.” Mr. D noted.

“Well, I reckon she’d be a lot happier if the program she’s been working on for five years actually follows through.” Jo responded, taking the box back. “As far as I’m concerned, the necklace is second priority for now.”

“You said Chrissy and Annabeth have been working on this for five years?” Chiron finally interjected. “How far have you come?”

“Meaning I’ve got seventeen demigods waiting for the call to come back to Camp Half-Blood.” Jo said. “That’s why I came here before the summer campers got here, so you had a little more time to prep. And you know that Zeus approved it for the first five years to test its validity. The only thing standing in the way is your answer, Chiron.”

“The only thing I’m concerned about is how these new counselors will handle meeting up with each other. I can think of a few demigods on that list that maybe shouldn’t be encouraged to compete with one another.” Chiron said.

“Listen, we’re all a lot older now. We’ve grown out of the petty cabin feuds we were obsessed with when we were kids.” Jo said. “Though, it would help if maybe you didn’t encourage the counselors to fight each other, like keeping them out of capture the flag and chariot races. Though, don’t blame us if some of ‘em wanna compete in their own exclusive events. But we’ll keep it sportsmanlike. After all, this is a job we can lose if we’re too stupid with it.”

“I will consider that on a case by case basis.” He warned.

“Fair enough.” She nodded.

“In the meantime, I will have their accommodations ready by tomorrow morning. We can discuss which cabins we need counselors for to know who we must call.”

“Sounds great to me. Could I take a look around camp while we talk? It’s been a while and I can tell a lot has changed since I was last here.”

“I’m happy to give you the tour one more time.” Chiron smiled, inviting her to come down to the cabins.

“Ever since Percy made his demands, the Zeus and Poseidon cabins have been well populated. So, I do believe Percy and Ruby would have their work cut out for them.” Chiron noted as they passed the first three cabins.

“I’ll note that. Anybody that doesn’t need a counselor?” Jo asked.

“Apollo’s cabin has been sparse for a while. The youngest in cabin 7 is already sixteen, but I suspect there will be more in a few years.” Chiron noted.

“Definitely sounds like some kids that need to learn about life outside of camp.” She figured.

“The only cabin that is currently empty is cabin 13.” He explained.

“Any idea why?”

“Hades has never been much of a social butterfly. I wouldn’t expect another demigod in cabin 13 for another decade, but I’ve been wrong before.” Chiron figured. “I will announce the program at dinner tonight. You may introduce yourself to your younger siblings if you’d like.”

“Thanks. I’m sure they’ll be excited that they’re the first to know about something for once.” Jo laughed, bidding him farewell until dinner.

The cabin was just as mellow and pretty as Jo remembered it. “What’s up with you?” It was still February so there were only three kids in cabin 12, while cabins 1 and 3 had been pretty full.

“I’m Jo Concord. I’m the first of seventeen counselors that will be returning to camp in order to help y’all learn how to survive after you leave Camp Half-Blood.” She explained.

“Aren’t we already learning how to fight?” The oldest asked.

“Yeah, but do any of y’all know how to find an apartment that you can defend from monsters?” Jo asked the group. “Any of y’all know how to hold a job or go to college with everything from gods to monsters betting against you?”

It was a harsh reality that life would get a lot harder after leaving camp. And Jo knew first hand just how much they hated thinking about it.

“Everyone is getting a counselor?” The youngest one asked, she looked no older than twelve years old.

“Everyone.” She assured. “Chiron’s gonna announce everyone else’s counselors at dinner.”

“Wait, I know the name Jolene Concord.” The oldest said. “When I first got to camp, the counselor was Jo Concord. You were seventeen back then.”

Jo took a closer look at the teenage boy. He himself was about sixteen, and he looked vaguely familiar. “Evan Tiffany?” The boy she remembered was only eleven years old, but the curly black hair, and blue, nearly purple, eyes stared back at her. “Oh my gods, you’re so big now, Evan!”

He swooped her up into a hug, now being several inches taller than her. “You almost took my head off with a sword on my first day!”

“I felt so bad, you were terrified of me for the rest of the year.” Jo recalled.

“I just steered clear of you anytime someone gave you a sword.” He defended. “I only ever trusted you when you had a doru spear.”

“Always needed a double side.” She shrugged. “How many campers here in the summer?”

“Seven total, so four more.” Evan answered. “I guess Mr. D’s managed to slip away from camp plenty during his sentence.”

“Well, it was a sentence not to drink, not a sentence not to have any kids.” Jo figured. “Who are y'all?”

“Amy Jefferson.” The youngest said.

“Enzo Malbec.” The other boy said. “So you survived five years outside of camp?”

“Had the help of an Athena kid, Chrissy Callaghan. We found an apartment in Denver that we could defend and monsters didn’t mess with us. But when we started gathering demigods to agree to come back to Camp Half-Blood, she didn’t make it past Phoenix.” Jo explained. “But we’re going to be here for you. It took a lot of work for this to be possible, and damn it, we didn’t give up.”

“How many survive outside of camp?” Enzo asked.

She knew this question was coming. Didn’t make it any easier to tell them the truth. “Not many, Enzo. But that’s why we’re coming. We’ve seen just how bad it gets out there for us, and we’re done leaving y’all to the wolves. You’ll learn from plenty of demigods that can show you the ropes, and even teach you things about your godly gifts you never even knew about.”

“Like what?” Amy asked curiously.

“Dionysus is a god of what was once called Maniae. Spirits of insanity, madness, and frenzy. You think children of Hecate or Hypnos are the only ones who can create hallucinations?” Jo asked, making it sound as though her voice was coming from all sides of the cabin but the place she was standing.

“Alright, that’s pretty cool.” Enzo admitted.

“That’s just the start of it.” Jo clapped in excitement.

Chiron took to the front of the mess at dinner, and made the announcement that Camp Half-Blood Alumni would be returning to be counselors for their home cabins. He started by announcing that he had spent his afternoon Iris messaging Alumni for the position, and he started with cabin 20, working his way up.

Cabin 20 didn’t remember Beatrice, which was understandable since the oldest was maybe fourteen. He made his way through the list to varying levels of excitement and chatter amongst the campers at their tables. At least until Chiron announced that Butch Walker would be returning to Cabin 14, and the table erupted into cheers and celebration. He announced Jo for Cabin 12, and Enzo, Amy and Evan gave her a competitive cheer since she was the first one here.

The rest of the remaining cabins tried to out-cheer the last, however Cabin 6 seemed genuinely ecstatic that Annabeth Chase was coming back. As was Cabin 5 for Clarisse la Rue. Cabin 3 was already praying that if Annabeth was coming that meant their favorite problem child had to be coming too. As soon as Chiron announced that Percy Jackson was coming to camp, all Styx broke loose at table 3. Table 1 was disappointed that their favorite problem children were off the roster for reasons outside Jo’s control. However, some clearly still remembered Ruby Hendricks

The counselors would be arriving tomorrow. It had been a while since Jo had seen some of those demigods. Jo had found Clarisse in Seattle well before she ever met up with Chrissy. It’s been almost five years since she’d seen her, and it didn’t help that the last time they’d even spoken to each other, Jo was four bottles of wine deep into trying to heal the chimera sting that nearly killed her. It worked. Wine to a child of Dionysus is pretty much a panacea. Which apparently, isn’t the kind of thing that therapists like to hear.

When Jo went to bed, it made sense that she’d wake up well after Annabeth got here, dragging a bleary-eyed Percy behind her. She was already holding a Q and A session with her cabin while Percy was giving sword pointers to a large group of his siblings.

Surprisingly, Lilly Kendale arrived before nine am. She said she set the date on her calendar a day early, so she’d panic and think she’d missed it and arrive on time. Which was the exact kind of trick Jo knew her siblings would need.

Most had arrived by noon, but as per usual, Beatrice Herald arrived in style, in her hearse and in full Addams family uniform. “Bea, whose funeral is it?” Jo called out.

“I haven’t decided yet.” She deadpanned as she walked briskly past her without even looking in her direction.

Nyssa Barrera and Clarisse la Rue were the only two left by four pm, but Nyssa arrived before the sun set. Clarisse was still nowhere to be seen. Jo wandered her way up to the big house’s porch from the galley with a snatched bottle of strawberry wine.

Mr. D noticed her fairly quickly, but he noticed the bottle before he knew who was holding it. “Oh no, what do you want for it?” He asked.

Jo chuckled, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet and filled them both. “Just to share it. I’ll ask you before I get the bottle if I want something from you.” She reasoned, offering him a glass. “If I want a good drinking buddy, I better have a good offering.”

Mr. D inspected the wine label. “Strawberry?” He asked unimpressed.

“It’s gotta be whatever I’ll miss the most right?” Jo defended. “I like strawberry wine, so you’re gonna put up with it. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t find a honey wine in there.”

“Honey? Are you sure you’re my kid?” He joked, taking the offered glass.

“Well you seemed pretty certain once I got here.” Jo said. “If I recall correctly, you said ‘Oh Styx, that one’s mine, isn’t it?’ and you claimed me as soon as I told you my name. Then you immediately forgot my name.”

“I’ve got a lot of kids.” Mr. D shrugged. Jo knew a little more about him than he liked to believe. After she’d left camp, she realized that forgetting names made it a lot less hard to accept when they were dead.

“I’m certain all your kids in the last sixty years have had the same curse.” Jo said, pouring herself and Dionysus another glass of wine. “We all get to know you when none of us could ever understand you. And we never understand you until long after we’ve left you behind.”

“Really? How’s that?” He asked cautiously.

“Wine to us is like healing. It doesn’t fog up the mind and interfere with our judgment like it does for everyone else.” Jo said, watching the pink liquid in her glass closely as the light reflected off the tiny, dancing bubbles. “We become the most honest versions of ourselves, sure, sometimes we still need help standing up straight, but there’s some kind of wisdom that comes to us when wine is involved. The biggest thing is that none of us can actually drink legally in this country until at least three years after we leave camp. But just a little after that we start to get it.”

“Get what?” He probed.

“Why you try not to get attached.” Jo stated. “I’ve only lived five years outside of camp, and I’ve had to say my last words to a lot of friends. But you’ve been alive for centuries. How could we even judge you when we know how much it hurts after just a couple decades? And right now, you don’t even got the wine to get you through the day. Zeus really didn’t think of the real world implications of keeping the God of alcohol, joyous gatherings, ecstasy, and insanity dry and out of his domain. In hindsight it seems cruel. Not just to you, but to your domain.” Dionysus stared at her with a skepticism she hadn’t seen before. “What?”

“Nothing- it’s just… You’re the first person in sixty years that bothered to see it from my eyes.” He said.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re not off the hook yet.” Jo eyed him. “You could afford to be a little nicer to your kids. I know it hurts, but if you’re treating them like disposable byproducts of you getting laid, can you really expect any of us to give a flying biscuit when you’re in pain?”

“Then what was all that about?” He whined.

“Because I wanna show you it’s possible to show some damn empathy, even for someone you’re pissed off at.” Jo explained. “Look, I get it, this whole ‘drying out’ thing is cruel and stupid. I’ll swear off flying and call Zeus out for that any day, but you gotta put in some effort too if you don’t want your kids to resent you. Give ‘em just some basic empathy, and maybe they’ll give you the benefit of doubt. The best thing is, it’s free, and you don’t gotta manifest it.”

“So really what changed is that you’re old enough to drink in this country.” Mr. D figured.

“I’ll be the first to admit, wine solved a lot of problems that I thought were just weird teenage things, but were actually godly gifts out of control because I couldn’t drink the medicine for it legally.” Jo recalled. “In fact Chrissy and I pawned almost thirty drachmas to go into a fund for Cabin 12 kids to go to Ireland for college so they can drink their scent away from monsters for at least the first three years of their education. Turns out solid gold, greek coins are pretty coveted by coin collectors. Some of those drachmas have been in circulation for almost three thousand years.”

“You always were clever as soon as you had a scheme.” Mr. D reminisced, the wine clearly influencing his attitude. “Speaking of which, how’s that mark treating you?”

“You mean the best thing I ever asked you for?” Jo asked, pulling up her sleeve and showing off the tattoo that he’d left when he bestowed the gift upon her. It was a long thyrsus symbol with spiraling ribbons, framing the staff. “So long as I remember to invoke it, it hasn’t failed me. I could be black out drunk, and just a small invocation later, I’m sober as the day I was born.”

“Means I did a good job.” He huffed proudly.

“Yeah, sure thing, buddy.” Jo laughed, pouring the last of the wine between them. “Only one left is Clarisse.”

“What, are you sad she's not here yet?” He jabbed.

“I’m just surprised she’s late.” Jo defended.

Mr. D wasn’t buying it, and she should have known. “Oh, come on! You sure it’s not because you used to have a crush on her?”

“You can shut your trap, old man.” Jo finished off her glass of wine in a fast swig. Clarisse was four years older than Jo. So she didn’t even know Clarisse’s name until the age gap was from thirteen to sixteen, turning seventeen. Every kid gets starry-eyed about someone older than them, but of course Clarisse wouldn’t ever look her way because that would be weird. It wasn’t until they met after camp that it really developed into a crush, and Jo wasn’t even dating Chrissy yet.

Clarisse was the one that saved her from the chimera in Seattle. She also went to a liquor store and bought every bottle of wine she could carry to help heal her. Jo was eighteen, and Clarisse was twenty-one. They hadn’t seen each other since then.

“You know the drunker you get, the better I can hear your thoughts.” Mr. D giggled into his glass.

“There ain’t no way you ain’t lying.” She called his bluff.

“You got a crush on la Rue!” Mr. D taunted in song.

“You’re still lying. Ain’t no way you can hear my thoughts.” Jo doubled down.

“Am I interrupting something here?”

Jo all but jumped out of her skin. “Clarisse! Welcome back!”

“Any reason you’re loud?” She took a step back.

“I’m drunk.” Jo said the first thing that came to mind.

“What’d you ask him for this time?”

Mr. D abruptly stood like his legs moved on their own. Jo figured that must have been the diagnosis from the pale terror on his face. She could feel emotions around him, clouding him like a drowning victim. Almost as suddenly as it had started, it all disappeared. The fear on his face never went away, but that only told Jo that he was now consciously hiding it from her.

“I have to go.” He said dry and quick as though he knew standing around for too long would give Jo more clues as to what was suddenly so wrong.

He disappeared into the air, leaving barely a trace he was ever there in the first place.

“What was that about?” Clarisse asked.

Jo was fixated on only one thing. “He left the wine.”

Clarisse cleared the last step and noted it with her. “Maybe Zeus saw it?”

“I’m allowed to give him stuff, I’m a demigod. It’s a general offering to keep myself in the good favor of a god, my father, no less.” Jo defended herself. “No, Zeus knows this is well within the rules. If that’s his problem, then it’s his own fault for lettin’ me back into camp, knowing I would empathize with my dad.”

“So what could scare him like that?” Clarisse asked. Apparently, she didn’t have to be a Dionysian Empath to see he was terrified of something.

“There ain’t much that could…” It was all Jo knew for sure.

“Well, that’s a wonderful start to the job.” Clarisse jabbed.

She joked back. “You’re late.”

“Hit a harpy nest in Virginia Beach.” Clarisse explained. “Lost my bike off a cliff, so I had to take the train, but we know how fun public transportation is.”

Jo hissed through her teeth. “What was on the train?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle, but I got here in one piece.” She shrugged. “Cabin 5 waiting for me?”

“We’ve got our own rooms.” Jo mentioned.

“Oh, hell yea.” Clarisse headed back down the hill to the Cabins and Jo didn’t have anything better to do but join her. They got down the hill a ways when she noticed everyone sitting around the bonfire. Or rather who wasn’t there. “That’s Annabeth.” She noticed first. “I thought-”

Clarisse stopped as soon as she looked at Jo. “Chrissy didn’t make it past Arizona.”

“Jo, that was a year ago.” She said like it could deny the truth. “You’ve been doing this alone for a year?”

“Chrissy taught me a lot.” Jo shrugged.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Clarisse asked. “I would have dropped everything-”

“That’s why I couldn’t.” Jo said, making her go silent. “We needed you in Florida. Sea Monsters crawling up the shores of Miami isn’t exactly the kind of thing I pull you away from.”

“But you being defenseless across the Continental United States is the kind of thing I would drop it for!” Clarisse argued.

“I ain’t defenseless!” Jo yelled back at her, but she immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry, Clarisse, but I can handle myself. I’d be pretty useless if I couldn’t learn from the best.”

“She was one of the best.” Clarisse recalled.

“Chrissy didn’t teach me how to fight.” Jo said, giving Clarisse a bit of a surprise. “Sure, she taught me how to think through a fight. But I’d say you kicking my ass for weeks taught me how to survive a fight.”

“I only ever kicked your ass until you kicked mine.” She defended. “I’d say I was a little freaked out by you, even after I left camp.”

“Sorry, I didn’t have control over it back then.” Jo apologized. “If I had to kick your ass now, I’d be a little more tasteful with my use of the hallucinations.”

“How about we just avoid trying to kill each other.” Clarisse laughed. “Leave that to the kids.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

Percy was standing in the middle of the circle, next to the fire, arguing that the distance between the St. Louis arch and the Mississippi river was in fact short enough for him to jump, while Annabeth waited patiently to prove him wrong.

“Percy, you would have had to jump over the entire highway as a twelve-year-old.” Annabeth argued. “The only reasonable explanation is that the water came to meet you. Which would not be surprising at all.”

“So he’s still insane, huh?” Clarisse announced her arrival as Cabin 5 excitedly brought her to sit with them.

Jo wished she’d grabbed another bottle of wine as Chiron started announcements on who got the first shower privileges from inspection, and the camp activities for tomorrow. Which included the good, old fashioned, Capture the Flag to celebrate the arrival of the new cabin counselors.

“Our new camp counselors may advise their cabins, but they will not be participating in the battle.” Chiron said. “You may split up to divide yourselves amongst your teams.”

“I don’t suppose you were the Capture the Flag wiz of Cabin 12 while you were here?” Enzo leaned over and whispered to her.

“Nope, I’m your sibling. That just means I know everyone, and what they’re best at.” Jo nudged him. “For Capture the Flag, you’re lookin’ for Annabeth Chase, Cabin 6.” She pointed in her general direction. “Really, what you wanna try to do is get Cabins 6 and 3 to get along. If they’re on different teams, then you’re gonna have a rough time with Cabin 6, but you have a good chance of winning. The idea is to get Cabins 5 and 1 on the same team. Hotheads from Ares and hotheads from Zeus don’t mix well when it comes to strategy, but make all the unearned confidence.”

“We should get Canin 20 on that team too.” Amy interjected.

“Interesting choice.” Jo said. “Elaborate.”

“Hecate’s kids are unmatched in stealth. I think Cabin 6 would be happy for the addition to the team.” Amy explained.

“Good thinking. Now this is a winter game, so everyone will be hurtin’ for numbers. Cabin 12 ain’t exactly a coveted squad, but we’re smart in a way they don’t know. We watch the people. Evan, you’ll need to reach the Athena cabin. Convince them that you can make them a perfect team.” Jo explained to the group. “Enzo, hit Poseiden’s cabin. Tell them that Cabin 6 could use their help. Play a little into the ego, but not too much. They tend to be a little more self aware than Zeus’s kids. And We’ll leave Cabin 20 to Amy. It was your idea, and you clearly know them the best. Do what you gotta.”

The three of them split off to do their various tasks, and Jo couldn’t help but be proud of them. She knew first hand that her siblings were very often labeled ‘twelfth place.’ It was hard to feel like you could stand out when everyone else was doing victory laps around you in every feat of physical strength that Camp Half-Blood tested. But there was strength in knowing how to find the strongest people to surround yourself with. As good as Clarisse was, Annabeth was always twelve steps ahead of her.

Maybe twelve steps was enough to get Jo’s siblings out of twelfth place.

However, that was until the eldest camper from Cabin 5, swept up Enzo on his way to talk to the Cabin 3 kids. Jo looked to Clarisse from across the fire, to find she was already looking back. Alright, she didn’t have the patience to play games.

Jo just got up, and made the walk across the loose dirt. “Alright, what’s your play?”

“Nothing, I just told my little siblings how it is.” Clarisse shrugged. “The way to win Capture the Flag is to make a good team. If you want the perfect team, then Cabin 12 knows how to make it.”

So they were just playing the same game. Jo caught Enzo’s eye, only a few feet away so she was sure he would hear, and gave him a smile and a sure nod. “Under one condition.” Jo said.

Clarisse didn’t look impressed. “Sure, what do you want?”

“Y’all gotta work with Cabin 6.” Jo smiled with excitement.

“What?” Clarisse stood to speak a little quieter to Jo. “I don’t know if Cabin 5 will be too happy about that plan.”

“The faster they learn that they can’t afford to be divided outside camp, the better off they’ll be once they leave here.” Jo whispered back. “They gotta learn to see past another demigod’s parents to survive out there.”

Clarisse watched her expression for a second, but conceded, taking a step back.

“Y’all want the perfect team, right?” Jo asked, turning to the rest of the cabin. “Then Cabin 12 will take the recruiting from here.”

Clarisse thought it through before turning to her siblings. “Well, it’s up to you guys.” She told them. “It depends on how much you trust Cabin 12 and the army they give you.”

The oldest kid, who Amy had said was named Kyle, called for a cabin huddle to discuss it. When it finally broke up, he asked a question. “What’s the plan?”

Enzo piped up excitedly. “The mind of Athena and the army of Ares. That’s a deadly combination, and it would secure victory, but it would mean you have to follow orders from Cabin 6. Strategy only gets you so far if your army is weak. With their strategy, your strength, and Cabin 12 keeping you both in line,” Enzo pointed at each accusingly and Cabin 6 in the distance, “Cabins 1 and 3 don’t stand a chance.”

At the very least, Jo was certain that he was her sibling. Cabins were weird like that. Especially when there were a lot of kids sharing one space, like-minded siblings always tended to cluster together in their own groups. When Jo was a kid, there were maybe three groups of sure siblings in Cabin 12. Hers tended to enjoy flying under the radar to avoid trouble while getting away with a lot of stuff they really shouldn’t have been doing.

“I’ve also got some other ideas.” Jo clapped. “There’s an odd number of cabins, but if we make Cabins 1 and 3 work together, they’re bound to mess up. Give them the extra cabin, and make ‘em feel safe, and I’ll tell you which eight will make your perfect team.”

Kyle shrugged. “Alright, tell us who to get.”

With Cabin 5 on the job, getting the rest of the team would be easy. However, Jo figured she’d need to convince Annabeth and Cabin 6 with a different technique. “Small change of plan, Evan. But mostly I need to inform our potential allies before they make an uninformed choice.”

“What’s this about, Jo?” Annabeth asked.

“Enzo and I ended up speaking to Cabin 5, and they’re prepared to take orders from y’all.” Jo explained. “And they’ve gone off to recruit the other five cabins for our team.”

“Five?” One of the younger kids asked.

“Well, if there’s anything that I’ve learned, it’s that people make mistakes when they think they’re safe.” Jo said. “The idea is to get cabins 1 and 3 to be overconfident in their abilities, while the mind of Athena wields the sword of Ares. And with the other five, I’m confident that Cabin 6 will know exactly what to do with their forces.”

“Who’s on your list?” Annabeth asked.

“Listen, Cabin 12 is here to keep you and Cabin 5 from turning on each other. Y’all don’t bother them and they don’t bother you, or else y’all incur the wrath of the god of insanity.” Jo said right off the bat. “Amy went to recruit Cabin 20. They’re unmatched in their powers of stealth, and Amy figured y’all would know how to use that.”

Several kids immediately began whispering amongst themselves with ideas for that kind of team.

“With Cabin 9, we can get the best defenses for our forces, and Cabin 11 will make great for guard posts. Gods know they’ve got numbers.” She continued, and the chatter grew with more excitement. “Cabin 17 might seem a little cliche, but we gotta face it, they’re great in a pinch, especially if things get bad. Cabin 19 as well, but your sword or spear falling just within reach or just out of reach is crucial when dealing with a team that really just has overpowering force going for ‘em.”

Annabeth turned to the kids, and simply allowed them to make the decision. “It’s up to you guys.”

The cabin was unanimous. If they didn’t want to be on the team, at the very least, they didn’t want to fight it when they had the opportunity to lead it.

The kids got to planning as the counselors stayed back, offering a small tip here and there.

“I haven't fought against Percy in a while, so this'll be fun.” Annabeth noted.

“I'm just surprised the kids are getting along.” Jo said. “Cabin rivalries are centuries old. I know I said this was the best team Camp Half-Blood has ever seen, but its success is entirely dependent on how fast these kids can mature and realize that demigods can't afford to stay divided out in the real world.”

“You really think our parents don't matter after we've left camp?” Annabeth asked, more probing for her thought process than questioning her statement.

“Maybe it's different for me ‘cause my dad's stuck at camp.” Jo admitted. “And maybe it's different for you, being Athena's kid and havin’ more than a snowball's chance in Hades in a fight, but I can't afford to care who your parents are out there. Demigods are my people. If I can't count on my people or they can't count on me, then we're all as good as dead. As far as I'm concerned, the sooner the kids learn that, the better off they'll be.”

“Not all Demigods end up in a good place.” Annabeth folded her arms against the cold breeze. “You can't trust everyone.”

“All the more reason for us to be here, then.” Jo stated. “Teach ‘em how to spot someone unstable, untrustworthy, or dangerous.”

“So we're stand-in parents for the gods?” Annabeth asked.

Jo cackled. “I'll note you've been hanging ‘round Percy too much, but I reckon that's called a nanny.”

“So we're demigod nannies.” Annabeth figured. “Fun. Not like we're known for trying to kill each other or anything.”

“We're getting paid to not do that.”

“I know, Chiron offered a nice salary in his Iris message. I just think we have our work cut out for us.” Annabeth said.

“I think deep down, all demigods know we're in this together.” Jo mused. “If we can't trust each other, then who else do we have?”

“Percy always said that if he was a demigod, then the human was always the better half.” Annabeth recalled. “It’s not hard to see why. Just look at how they treat each other. How they treat their kids, and even how they treat strangers. But I don't think centuries of rivalry between Ares and Athena will be washed away with a cute game of Capture the Flag.”

“One day at a time, Annabeth.” Jo assured her. “Sure, maybe it all goes pear-shaped, but that's when it's our turn to do our job. That's when all of our attention has to be on how they should have worked as a team instead of pursuing personal desires.”

“Yeah, we've got our work cut out for us.” Annabeth sighed as the conch sounded off for the kids to go to bed. The kids made their way back to their cabins while the new counselors stayed around chatting. “Jo, I know why I'm here.”

“Listen, I know you mean well, but I'm gettin’ real tired of explaining it-”

“You don't have to; Chiron caught me up.” She said, digging into her pocket. “I actually had something to give you.”

“What's this?” Jo asked.

“It was a gift from Chrissy before I left Camp.” Annabeth said. “She said ‘I'd need it out there,’ and I meant to give it back to her when you found us in Chicago. I figured she'd need it more than I did, but now I think you need it more than either of us.”

The object was an old Zippo lighter, but Jo knew better at this point than to assume it was as simple as it looked. Flipping the lid did nothing, but sparking the flint turned the lighter into a greek kopis that fit her hand perfectly. “I remember her havin’ this at Camp.”

“Yeah, Beckendorf made it. She called it his ‘first masterpiece,’ and named it Psithuros.”

“Whisper.” Jo chuckled. “She always did have a sense of humor.”

“Well, I’d say asking Nyssa to make a sword that’s hidden in a tampon was probably her best bit.” Annabeth mused. “What did she name that one?”

“Aimolypsia. Bloodlust.” Jo cackled, flicking the lid back of the sword and compressing it back into a lighter. “She might’ve lost her life, but she sure as Styx ain’t losin’ her sense of humor.”

“Who knows, maybe she decided to get reincarnated to take a shot at going to Elysium.” Annabeth said hopefully.

“I know she did.” She was sure of it. “In our vows, Chrissy and I promised that we would always find each other, even after death, even if it takes centuries. We included that line because we knew that if we died, we would do everything we could to find each other in Elysium.”

“She’ll probably be another demigod.” Annabeth said. “You’ll probably meet a kid that asks her Cabin 9 friend to make a shield hidden in a maxi-pad.”

Jo nodded. “Yeah, but give it at least a decade. Hopefully by then it won’t hurt as much to know she’d got some big challenge ahead of her.”

“Hopefully by then we’ll be a little more prepared for her than Camp Half-Blood was for Chissy.” Annabeth said. “I might have been the problem child of my siblings, but Chrissy was the wild card. So at least, she’ll be easy to spot.” Annabeth joked.

“Who knows if she’ll even be recognizable?” Jo figured, seeing Clarisse give Percy a playful punch to the arm that definitely hurt as she began heading their way. “Either way, I’ll be ready. Treat every kid with respect and I ain’t gotta worry about hurtin’ her, ya’know?”

“Well, it’s only our first day. I don’t think this will stay easy for long.” Annabeth said as Clarisse joined them.

“Hey, maybe we can get through a year before we have to worry about any fate-altering crisis.” Jo assured her.

“Hate to agree with Wise Girl, but she’s not wrong.” Clarisse said. “The gods take note of big changes at Camp Half-Blood. My father still isn’t a big fan of Percy or Annabeth, and every demigod from here has a long history with angering one god or another. It wouldn’t surprise me if many wanted us to prove our right to be here.”

“Wow, it’s like you're giving them ideas.” Annabeth deadpanned.

“Assume anything I say, my father has thought up well before me.” Clarisse sighed. “As far as I’m concerned, Jo is right. Demigods can’t afford to be divided outside camp. I’d be dead if I couldn’t trust Chrissy or Percy, Jo would be dead if she couldn’t trust me or Chrissy, and the Red Capture the Flag Team will fail if they can’t trust each other.”

“You really matured out there, huh?” Annabeth noted.

“Well an all-out war in the streets of New York definitely makes you reevaluate your priorities.” Clarisse shrugged. “And the next nine years of life after camp convinced me that I’m just happy when I meet another demigod. We don’t get to choose teams outside camp. Usually we only say it if we have time to explain before something is trying to kill us.”

“Well, considering we usually only ever cross paths when a monster is involved, I’d say that makes sense.” Annabeth said. “And a lot of us already know each other, but that won’t last forever. Eventually there will be a generation of young demigods leaving camp that none of us know.”

“Well, then good thing we’re here.” Jo said. “We can make leaving just a little easier. And I don’t know about you, but give me a couple decades, and I’m ready to retire, and get some young demigod to take up the job. If we do our jobs right, our numbers won’t be scarce enough to worry about.”

“Assuming we don’t face any fate-altering crisis.” Annabeth added.

“Don’t jinx us, Annabeth.” Jo nudged her. “I should probably head to bed. I ain’t gotta worry about weird growling sounds outside here, so I’m gonna take advantage of that while I still can.”

“I did miss the absence of creepy knocking on my windows.” Annabeth sighed in agreement.

“I’m just glad I’m out of the military.” Clarrisse deflated, breathing in the peaceful air. “But the amount of explosions I’ve heard has been at a nice zero since getting here.”

The next morning was full of Capture the Flag enthusiasm. At least everyone that was a morning person, of which Jo was not one, especially not after half a bottle of wine and forgetting to invoke her seal.

“Katharos” Jo commanded, and the lingering feeling lightened, but the headache would be a problem until she could get some Ibuprofen or a bite of ambrosia. Or until she drank enough water to subside it, but that always took forever, so she snuck up to the big house and snagged a small brownie-sized chunk and ate it quickly before heading to the mess hall for breakfast.

She couldn’t help but think of what Clarisse said last night. She didn’t even know how right she was, but of course she could only guess about how bad it could get.

Jo almost missed the mess hall offering fire. It was hard to afford a house with a fireplace, and it was even harder to build a fire outside and hope you didn’t get found by something dangerous. So the safe opportunity to ask the gods for something was not wasted. The counselors went after the kids in cabin order and all mumbled something to the fire for a brief moment before letting the next person come up. It seems that growing up gives you a lot more to ask the gods for. And as much as Jo wanted to beg Zeus for mercy, she knew she had a job.

“Athena, I have something that I gotta give you in person.” She said, dumping her entire serving of perfect bacon into the fire. “I know I wasn’t the person that was supposed to make it this far. I’m sure both you and I agree that I shouldn’t-” Jo took a deep breath to stop herself from breaking down. “We both know I shouldn’t have survived this long. But now that I’m here, I gotta be the one to make this work. Please give me the wisdom to make this work, and keep me alive until my work here is done.”

As per usual, there was no immediate reaction from the fire, except what smelled like a baking peach pie from the smoke. Gods answered in their own time, and demigods usually didn’t like the answer. It was never a straight yes or no to your request. It was either a ‘no, but this works better’ or a ‘yes, but this is gonna suck the whole time,’ and Jo wasn’t exactly excited for that, so she really hoped it was a ‘no’ from Athena. Just to save camp from the trouble of being bad for everyone.

Whether she liked it or not, Capture the Flag today was a wonderful way for the counselors to get a baseline for what they had to work with. It made sense why Chiron had chosen Capture the Flag instead of any other number of combat games. It was a challenge of strength, strategy, and teamwork, so it was a good idea for training young demigods how to fight for themselves. Though, several cabins had lost that ‘teamwork’ idea, or threw all caution to the wind with a strategy that sacrifices their team, or thought they could get by on the efforts of their team while they screwed off playing poker deep in the woods with their siblings. Maybe Jo knew a thing or two because she’d done a thing or two. Or a hundred.

As the conch sounded off for everyone to begin preparing for the game, Jo was eager to see how this played out. All of the counselors sat at the edge of the open territory with Chiron as he watched the forest.

“Jo, right?” Someone tapped her shoulder, and she turned to see everyone’s favorite problem, Percy Jackson. “Your first year was the same as Tyson’s.”

The name Tyson rang a bell she hadn’t thought of in a long time. “The cyclops?” she asked, to which he nodded. “Oh, yeah. I feel real bad about how that went back then.”

“Everyone was on edge, but I remember you gave him a cosmic brownie, so I guess you were nicer than others.” Percy noted.

“I was never a big fan of brownies anyway, and he asked for it, so I wasn’t just gonna let it go to waste.” Jo shrugged. “Have you heard from him at all?”

“Tyson? Yeah, He and his wife came to visit for Thanksgiving -I helped my mom make a lot of food- anyway, I heard from Chiron that something happened when you presented your plan on Olympus.” Percy pried.

“Chiron can’t keep his mouth shut, huh?” Jo grumbled.

His hands went up in defense. “I’m kinda just the guy that people call when stuff gets weird, and I’m very persistent when I hear from Chiron that Zeus is mad at someone.”

Jo wasn’t the type to immediately call Percy when something weird happened. If she did that, she’d talk to him more than his wife. She was, however, aware that Percy was more experienced than any other demigod here with gods demanding they prove themselves. She pulled Percy aside, to speak a little more quietly. “Yeah, I ain’t exactly in Zeus’s good graces. What do you know?”

“Chiron didn’t tell me much, but Annabeth did manage to get him to admit that you were on the verge of something ominously dangerous.” He said. “And the only reason he’d know before Annabeth is if it happened while she wasn’t on Olympus for once.”

Jo took a deep breath before she even thought of telling him anything. “I swear if I tell you this and suddenly Annabeth is giving me tips, I won’t promise she will never find you, but that she will never stop finding you, Percy Jackson.”

“Alright, I can keep my mouth shut.” He assured. “Just tell me what this is about.”

It was hard for her to actually say it, but she had to admit it to someone, and the one guy that might actually be able to tell her what to expect was a damn good candidate. “You remember the plan that Chrissy and I showed you in Chicago?”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re all here.” Percy recalled. “I also wasn’t expecting to come here with Annabeth. I’m sorry to hear.”

“When Chrissy and I presented that plan on Olympus that summer, Zeus gave us an ultimatum. If we could not prove the worth of the program in five years, it would be discontinued.”

“That’s pretty tame for Zeus.” Percy noted.

“‘Cause that’s not all.” Jo said. “He said that proving the worth of the program would fall to me and Chrissy alone. Only our performances would be considered, in whatever way every god wanted to test our worth.”

Percy’s eyes snapped to her expression, as if searching for some clue as to how he was supposed to react to that. “Oh, my gods, Jo.”

“And with Chrissy gone-”

“All of that now falls to you.” Percy nodded. “Well, Annabeth said you were a little antsy about a ‘fate-altering crisis’ she didn’t figure out that you were the fate-altering crisis.”

“What did Annabeth tell you?” Jo scoffed, leaning back, and waiting for him to explain himself.

“She just figured you knew more than you were letting on.” Percy said. “And she also figured out that Chiron knew.”

“Is she gonna be able to wear you down?” She asked with impunity.

“Jo, I’m going to tell you something wild.” Percy said, “Annabeth trusts me when I tell her I promised to a friend that I would keep my mouth shut.”

“And what will she do after that?” Jo asked.

“I can never know for sure.” He realized all at once. “But she’ll find out one way or another. If it’s really that important to keep it from Annabeth, I suggest you threaten Chiron too.”

“I’m not worried about Annabeth finding out, I’m worried about Annabeth finding out from you.” Jo said. “If she really wants to press you about it, just tell her to ask me about it. At least I can tell her I don’t need her to interject herself into it. If I need her help, I’ll ask her.”

“I get that.” Percy figured. “Do you remember the exact words Zues used? I know that sounds dumb, but gods never say anything they don't mean to.”

“I- Uhh… ‘As the curators of this institute, you may not shirk responsibility in the event of its failure. ‘You two alone shall be obligated to prove the worth of this initiative. If you both are brave enough to face a trial from each god on this council.’” Jo quoted as she remembered.

“Alright, so I don't know about you, but that sounds an awful lot like you have thirteen trials ahead of you.” Percy said.

“No way, really? I hadn't thought of that.” Jo deadpanned.

“Well, Annabeth always said that Zeus likes to keep things simple.” He remembered.

“Maybe I should have just asked Annabeth.”

“Probably, but this was your choice.” He said quickly. “Now, that motion requires a vote, so do you remember the order they voted in?”

Jo wracked her brain for details, but while she was usually great at drawing details, Olympus always had a way of overwhelming her, and her attention was mostly on Zeus as he did what she thought was sealing her fate.

“Hermes voted first.” She remembered. “Demeter was next. After her… Hera voted no, but since it was a majority, she still has to participate. Then Hephaestus, but I don't remember if Apollo or Artemis voted after him, but I know Apollo voted yes while Artemis voted no. I'm sure Dionysus voted no after them, and Ares, Hades or Aphrodite maybe, no idea what order they voted in. And Athena, Poseidon, and Zeus went last in that order. Your dad voted yes if you're curious.”

“I'm actually a little relieved to hear that.” Percy chuckled. “But honestly, I expected your answer to be ‘no’ so you already have a great start.”

“So you think Hermes will be up first?” Jo asked.

“Hey, if there's anything the king of the gods loves, it's enforcing an arbitrary rule.” Percy said. “That being said, expect Ares to break it.”

“Yeah, figures.” Jo groaned. “Do you think they’ve already started?”

“I think you would know if they started.” Percy said. “When the gods get to testing their kids, they aren’t usually discreet. Zeus will probably give you some ominous warning that it’s time to start fighting for your life.”

“Usually.” Jo repeated with concern.

“Artemis, Athena, and my dad are more likely to be a little more covert, but they’ll follow the rules for one reason or another.” Percy said. “That’s just my experience.”

It occurred to Jo all at once that if there was anyone that could give her an honest idea of what the gods might do, it would be someone that knows them on a strangely honest and personal level. Like Percy. “What do you think they’ll do?”

Percy hissed through his teeth and leaned against the rock, staring up at the treeline. “Hermes loves a time limit. He won’t play around with a test of physical strength, but expect your life to be on the line in every single test.”

“Anybody that won’t try to kill me?”

He didn’t look too optimistic about that question. “Maybe Apollo. He’s always been a pretty chill dude. He’ll probably have some test of character or vulnerability, or poetry… You might have to rap-battle a god.”

That might be enough to get her to give up. “Sweet Styx stew, I hope not.”

“Maybe your dad doesn’t want to kill you?” Percy asked, but he looked over her shoulder to see Mr. D sipping a diet coke while two kids battled right past him without even batting an eye at the kid that fell face-first into the muddy creek bank. “I wouldn’t count on that.”

“So after Hermes was Demeter, what’s she like?”

“Jo, I could give you my best guesses as to what the gods could want from you, but in my experience, dealing with the gods is like dealing with cause and effect.” Percy explained. “Annabeth always said that the stories of the gods are like a guidebook to learning from them. Sure, they’re not going to tell you exactly what to expect, but the themes, and meanings of those stories are the lessons they want you to learn from them. Believe me, it’s better to have the formula than to just guess from someone else’s experience with the gods.”

“So, figure out the stories, and I’ll figure out what they want me to know.” Jo gathered.

“Hey, if they’re gonna test you, I think you should be allowed to study.” Percy gave her a friendly jab.

“Well, as much studying as I can do.” Jo figured. “Speaking of which, I had something I wanted to ask you.”

“Really?” He seemed a little perplexed.

“I suck at swingin’ a sword.” She admitted honestly.

“I remember.” Percy said, and got a reflexive punch in the arm, followed by a sharp hiss in pain. “Why are your fists so bony?”

“I got Chrissy’s sword from Annabeth.” Jo said. “It would make a great secondary weapon if I knew how to use it. When we have some free time, I’d appreciate it if you and Annabeth could help me figure it out.”

If his frozen expression was anything to go by, she had at the very least surprised him. “Yeah, sure. I guess we could help you out.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“Yeah, I guess I’m surprised you didn’t ask Clarisse.” Percy said.

“Well, she uses a spear, so I figured the swordsman would know a little more about swords.” She reasoned, but was a little confused as to why he’d assume that.

“Yeah, cool. I’ll let Annabeth know you want some sword combat pointers.” He said, as they took note of a few Cabin 11 kids rushing down the territory with the blue flag.

“Oh, will you look at that.” He chuckled. “Little thieves snuck it right out from under their noses.”

“You don’t seem all that concerned.” Jo noted.

“That’s because you didn’t count on Cabin 3’s counselor learning from Annabeth Chase.” Percy said.

All at once, a six kids in armor erupted from the ocean waves, blocking off the escape for the kids with the flag. “That’s a flashy trick.” Jo feigned offense. “But good work. Unfortunately, we actually had Annabeth Chase advising the red team.”

Percy’s expression dropped, knowing it wouldn’t look good for long. Jo knew it was coming, so she covered her ears, noting she might have to apologize to Clarisse for Cabin 9’s decision to raise the number of explosions on campus exponentially.

Kids hiding at the border, covered by foliage overgrown by the Cabin 12 kids, emerged and began throwing fireworks -courtesy of Cabin 9- at the shore, kicking up sand and snow alike, while the Cabin 20 kids froze the now flying water into a wall between Percy’s siblings and the sea.

“Now that’s flashy!” Percy accused her right back. Two separate teams of Ares and Athena’s kids fighting together cleared a way for their runners to complete their quest.

The red team had won Capture the Flag.

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