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submattsmxmmy · 23 days ago

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roughdom!stepbro!chris x brattysub!stepsister!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, stepsibling kink, f!masturbation, getting caught, praise, degradation/humiliation, rough fucking, squirting

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris finds out you've been withholding some information from him, and he teaches you a little lesson about what happens when you make him feel emasculated

hiiii it's @ariestrxsh ! dropping this on my second account for the controversial content. if you don't fw stepcest, don't read this !

dividers by @/strangergraphics

holdyourbreath

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | (ongoing)

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It was a late summer night, and Chris had just shuffled through the front door after fiddling with his housekey, his basketball tucked under one arm. He lazily kicked off his Nikes near the entrance, leaving them in an inconvenient spot in the middle of the walkway like he frequently did.

He mindlessly left his keys on the kitchen counter where he'd forget he put them the next morning when he'd go to leave the house. He ran his fingers through his messy, grown out hair as he ascended the stairs, his tank top clinging to his sweat-covered chest.

He made his way down the hall, tossing his basketball into his bedroom before he trailed back down to the other end where the bathroom was. The door was shut, the light was on, and the shower was already running, every indication that it was already in use, but he entered anyway.

You were so busy with your dildo that was suction cupped to the shower wall that you didn't hear him come in, but he definitely heard you. You sank back onto the silicone that filled you to the hilt, your moans spilling out of you as it hit your pleasure spot.

"Hey sis. Havin' fun without me?" Chris' voice startled you, pulling you out of your fantasies that were, coincidentally, all about him.

You quickly threw your hand over your mouth, silencing your whimpers. You paused your movements, leaning back onto the dildo so it was completely hidden inside of you. Chris laughed on the other side of the curtain, pulling off his clothes and stripping down to his boxers. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

"Chris! What the hell are you doing in here?" You frantically asked, freezing like a deer in the headlights.

"You tell me what you're doin' in here first," he smirked, pulling back your shower curtain. His gaze narrowed in suspicion when he saw you nervously standing with your back against the shower wall. "What? You don't want my help?" He asked, giving you a puzzled look.

It wasn't like you to shoo him out of your shower and turn down his offer for sex. "I-I just wasn't expecting you home so soon," you managed to spit out after a moment of hesitation.

"What? Why you actin' weird?" He wondered aloud. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to figure out what to say.

It's not necessarily that you were embarrassed or that you didn't want Chris to know you were using a dildo. It was more about the size of it. Chris had casually mentioned a few times that he didn't mind you owning sex toys, but he did mind you owning sex toys that made his dick look small in comparison, and you knew he'd be less than thrilled to see a nine-inch silicone cock sticking to the shower wall.

"Nah, what are you hidin'?" Chris demanded, growing mistrustful of your out-of-character behavior.

"Chris. Please-" you started to say, but he snaked his fingers around your neck and tugged you closer to him, pulling you off of your toy. His eyes widened, and his smile fell when he saw it - veiny, realistic, and bigger than him. You knew you were in trouble.

"What the hell is that thing?" Chris asked, glaring at you before his eyes traveled back to the silicone toy that was bobbing behind you.

"Can we just not make a big deal out of it?" You asked, trying to put yourself between Chris and your toy and praying that he wouldn't notice the one detail about it that would set him off. However, the look on his face, his tightened jaw, his flared nostrils, and his furrowed brow told you that he had already noticed.

"Answer me," he told you through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on you. "What is that?"

"A dildo," you timidly answered.

"That's not just any dildo. That's a fuckin' monster cock. Jesus." He bore through you with his intimidating stare. "How long have you been hidin' that thing from me, hmm?"

Your gaze flicked up to meet his, your cheeks flushed and red. "Not long," you bluffed, shaking your head.

Chris reached into the shower and shut off the water. "You're lying," he replied, his intense blue eyes fixed on you. His lips were contorted in a contemptuous smirk as he awaited your response.

You gave him a half-hearted shrug, looking everywhere except at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You couldn't tell him that you'd had it since before your parents had moved in together. In fact, with how much poking around he'd done in your room in the past year, it was a miracle he hadn't stumbled upon it sooner.

Chris couldn't believe you. First, you'd blackmailed him into being submissive for you. And now this.

You started to shiver, standing in the shower like a wet dog. Chris never took his eyes off of you. "You take it all?" He asked you, his voice dripping with lust.

"What?" You responded, your eyes flicking back up at him, caught off guard by his question.

"You know what I'm askin' ya. Don't play dumb, ya little slut. You take it all?" He repeated himself, which he hated doing. You stared back at him blankly, trembling. "Not gonna gimme an answer, huh?" Chris asked, loosening his grasp on you. "Why don't you show me then?"

Your eyebrows flew up, and your jaw slightly fell open at his order. You expected a lot of reactions from Chris. This wasn't one of them.

"You heard me," he told you, reaching for your face and stroking your cheek. You glanced down and noticed his growing erection that was starting to tent in his underwear.

You dumbly nodded, lining the toy up with your entrance again and sinking back onto it. Chris watched the pleasure wash over your face as you took it all.

"Wow. So all those times you told me I was too big, you were just sayin' it to stroke my ego, huh?" Chris asked, palming his bulge through his boxers. "Lyin' little slut. Seems like you can take a lot more than you let on."

Your face grew warm as he gawked at you, a smirk creeping into his dark expression. You started to bounce on the toy a little, loving the way the silicone filled you and how it pressed against your g-spot with every subtle movement you made. However, Chris thought you were enjoying yourself a little too much, and his smile quickly faded.

"Stop," he ordered you with the kind of tone you'd never dare question. You did as he said, pausing your movements. "You really like that toy, don't you?" He asked you in a soft coo.

You slowly nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "It's my favorite one."

"Well, that's a damn shame, isn't it?" He said, reaching up and gently stroking your face. "I mean, y'don't think I'm gonna let ya keep it, do ya?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"But Chris," you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him with your big, round eyes.

"Awh. Don't be like that. C'mon. Give it to me," he sternly told you, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment, but you obeyed him, unsticking the dildo from the shower wall with a pop. You handed it over reluctantly, parting with your favorite toy, probably forever.

Chris snatched it from you, and he brought it up to your lips. "C'mon, pretty girl. Clean it off for me, first."

You gave him a look of disgust and tilted your head away, but he grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to face him. He gave you an unamused look as he tried to wedge the toy between your lips again.

You slowly parted them, and he slipped the dildo into your mouth, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor. He gave you a sadistic smile, watching your face flush with embarrassment as he pushed the toy in further. "Atta girl. Suck it clean for me, hmm?" He cooed, holding eye contact the entire time.

You nodded, hollowing your cheeks as you suckled on it. He worked the toy in and out of your mouth, eliciting a soft gagging sound from you. "Good girl, choke on it for me," Chris encouraged you.

His dick throbbed as tears started to well in your eyes, your lips stretching around the silicone cock and spit gathering in the corners of your mouth. "Fuckin' take it. Good girl," Chris praised you.

You hummed around the toy, your gaze locked on his as you clenched around nothing. He smirked, pulling it back out after you'd sucked it clean, a string of saliva hanging from the toy as he slipped it out from behind your lips.

"So fuckin' pathetic. You're such a slut, you'd let me do anything to ya," Chris proudly said, chuckling at the humiliating positions you were willing to put yourself in just because your stepbrother said so. He loved that about you.

"I'll be holding onto this for you," Chris smirked down at the toy you'd shamelessly sucked clean. "Finish up your shower. Your ass is mine once you're done," Chris winked at you with a seductive look in his eye, turning the water back on and yanking the curtain closed.

All you could think about as you stood under the warm water was Chris and what he had waiting for you when you were finished. You just knew he wasn't gonna go easy on you.

And he didn't.

No more than ten minutes later, he had you on all fours in his room, fist in your wet hair while he took you roughly from behind. You choked out a moan as Chris' hips rhythmically slammed against you, your ass rippling with every powerful thrust.

"Whats th'matter, hmm? My eight-inch cock not enough for you?" He panted next to your ear in a fake sweet voice.

"N-no, that's not it," you protested.

"Then what is it, hmm? Greedy girl," he purred, following it up with a dark chuckle as he strengthened his grip on your hair.

"I-" You started to say, but you cut yourself off with a squeal as his other hand came down full force, harshly slapping your ass.

"You what?" He teased you, knowing he was fucking you so dumb that you couldn't even form a whole sentence.

"I-" You started again, but your eyes were rolling back into your head, and you couldn't focus on anything besides the pure bliss you felt from Chris driving his cock into your pleasure spot with extreme precision over and over.

He laughed at you. "Well, no matter how big it is, you could never fuck yourself on that fake cock as good as I can fuck you," Chris grunted.

And he was right.

He sped up his deep strokes, his hips jolting forward at a relentless pace. He released your hair from his grip and pushed your head down onto his bed, your left cheek pressed into the mattress as he drilled into you. Hard.

"Say it. Tell me my cock satisfies you better than any toy could," Chris growled, mercilessly pounding into you from behind.

"Y-you f-fuck me b-better," you managed to squeak out in between whimpers.

Chris chuckled. "That's what I thought."

You clenched around him, your moans reaching a crescendo, as did the sound of skin slapping against skin. You couldn't see, talk, or think straight, and you felt yourself getting closer each time he rammed his tip into your gspot.

A smile curled on your lips as you finally reached your climax, but this wasn't just any typical climax. This one, you felt deeper in your core with more force behind it.

Your body writhed beneath Chris, succumbing to the power he had over you. You came undone, squirting onto him and coating his cock in your fluids. Your cunt rhythmically pulsed around his length as he moved in and out of you.

He'd only made you squirt a couple times before, so he couldn't hold back the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke again. "That's it. Good fuckin' girl. I bet your toy's never made you do that before, hmm?" He cooed, glancing down at the mess you made on him with a smug smile.

"Nuh uh. Never," you said breathlessly, shaking your head no.

"That's my girl. C'mon. Lemme use your pretty pussy just a little longer," Chris whispered, holding your hips still and pounding into you while he chased his own orgasm.

After a few more intense thrusts, he was filling you with his hot, sticky seed as he buried his cock completely inside your warm cunt. Profanities and loud moans poured from his lips, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut as he emptied every last bit into you.

He slowly pulled out, admiring how pretty you looked with your ass sticking in the air and his cum slowly drooling out of your pussy. "Your sweet cunt is all mine. See? I marked it," he softly spoke, taking his two fingers and pushing his cum back into your hole to keep it from spilling out of you any more. You sharply inhaled at the sensation.

He made you feel so dirty in the best possible way.

He devilishly grinned, knowing the effect he had on you. "I will tell you what you get to put in here, sweetheart, and I say no toys that are bigger than me. Got it?"

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rafessweetgirl · 4 months ago

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ tay's favs ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

warnings: mdni, 18+, read warnings for each fic!!! here's where i share my favs from imagines to full on series. i've read pretty much all of these at least twice. ♡ will be updated frequently! make sure to check out my works too! last update: 03/28/25

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚rafe cameron

one shots

♡ ex-bf!rafe breaks in through your window - @rafesangelita

♡ mean!rafe + dacryphilia - @sweetproclivity

♡ diet pepsi - @littlelamy

♡ champagne problems - @rvfecamerons

♡ new year's rockin' eve (bodyguard!rafe) - @rafescvntyclubgf

♡ wake up in the mornin’ and to your smell - @itneverendshere

♡ hands-on lesson - @sweet4rafe

series

♡ heartbreak:live - @zyafics (smau)

♡ honeymoon - @rafesangelita

♡ bar down - @rafescvntyclubgf (smau)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ charlie baker

one shots

♡ lazy mornings - @daylighted

♡ my boy’s a mechanic! - @daylighted

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ smallville clark kent

one shots

♡ taking it all - @soangelbaby

♡ summer heat - @deansbeer

drabbles

♡ she just went to heaven and back - @hanasnx

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ spencer reid

oneshots

♡ touch tank - @nereidprinc3ss (came out on my bday <3)

♡ relax - @nereidprinc3ss

♡ hard bargain - @nereidprinc3ss

♡ squirting - @hanasnx

series

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ dean winchester and co.

oneshots

♡ i was made for lovin you - @bejeweledinterludes

series

♡ all the good girls go to hell (stepuncle!dean) (stepdad!sam) - @cockslutpadalecki

drabbles

♡ diddle that skittle(soldier boy)- @littlesoulshine

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ chris evans

oneshots

series

♡ severance (1/4) - @punani

♡ coalescence I: midnight (2/4) - @punani

♡ coalescence II: before dawn (3/4) - @punani

♡ coalescence III: daybreak (4/4) - @punani

♡ his koala bear (dark!steve rogers x eventual dark!reader)- @kinanabinks

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚misc

oneshots

♡ seeing is deceiving (salesman, squid games) - @willyoubemycherryy

♡when pope doesn’t want to hit you during sex - @rafesangelita

♡ snowball! (stepbro!ushijima wakatoshi) - @toshisdecadence

series

♡ the penthouse (multiple c. evans and s. stan characters) - @kinanabinks

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yearsbecomingcool · 3 months ago

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bury me at makeout point | jason hochberg

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | jason hochberg x f!reader

synopsis | after sticking up for jason you learn he's never been to makeout point, you won't let it stay that way.

warnings | some minor spoilers from the movie that are just dialogue spoilers!!, minor physical violence, making out, bullying, sexual references, tooth rotting fluff, jason is an adorable loser and we love him for it.

word count | 5.1k

a/n | if you are able to make it out to the theater to see hell of a summer please go see it!! it's so funny and such a good time, it leans more on comedy than horror and could've definitely gotten a pg-13 rating if it wasn't for all the swearing. think of it like gateway horror! it's such a fun time, especially with some friends. please let this fic influence you to go see it, there's some really cute stuff in it with jason and everyone gives amazing performances. fred and billy are standouts in the film and i really hope i portrayed their characters well in this!! these next few months are probably going to be filled with hell of a summer fics from me because i have more planned for jason and some for bobby as well!!

taglist | @kawaii1kitten @samslvrgirl @circuslxcysplace @spookyscarydemonbabe @slaytheusurper @orangecheeks00 @boo8008

“Seriously? Another fight with Demi? You’re a grown adult and you can’t stay out of conflicts for five minutes?” John rants at you from across his desk. You sit in the chair across from him, feeling like a child sent to the principal's office. It’s no surprise to anybody that you and Demi had another fight; what was a surprise was the fact that you had gotten in her face and pushed her hard enough to knock her on her ass.

“It was stupid of you to escalate it like that, you do realize she could get the police involved, right? You could lose your job for this,” Kathy says, sitting next to John with her arms crossed in disappointment.

You sigh and shake your head, “Listen, I know I shouldn’t have gotten physical with her but she was being, excuse my language, a fucking cunt. The way she talks about the other counselors and about the campers is bullshit. The shit she was saying about Jason was unacceptable, she should feel lucky I didn’t slap the shit out of her instead.”

John and Kathy sigh, looking at one another before looking back at you. “We know that she isn’t exactly the nicest person all the time but you cannot get violent with her. We’re gonna talk to her too but we’re gonna have to punish you. You’re on dish duty by yourself for the rest of the week.”

You sit there slack jawed, “By myself? Jesus Christ, just fire me instead…”

Kathy snorts and shakes her head, “We could’ve done worse, just take your punishment and don’t get into a fight with her again. We really don’t wanna have to fire you.”

You groan, “Fine I’ll take it off property next time…” You get up from the chair and head out of the office to go to the mess hall where everyone else is eating breakfast.

You feel grateful they didn’t just fire you or do something like make you clean the bathroom with just a toothbrush. You push open the doors of the mess hall, heading to the empty line to grab food. “Hey! I grabbed your breakfast for you already,” Jason calls from his table. He’s sat with Claire, Shannon, Bobby, and Chris. You head over to the table, sliding into the seat next to him.

“Thanks, Jason.” He slides the tray over to you. He’s memorized your breakfast order already.

“So, how’d it go with John and Kathy?” Asks Claire, taking a sip of her orange juice.

“Better than I thought actually, I’m on dish duty by myself for the rest of the week. I mean it’s still not great but it’s way better than like getting fired I guess…”

“Wow, maybe you really are their favorite.” Claire laughs.

“Bullshit, we all know it’s Jason.”

He turns to look over at the two of you, “Hm? What about me?”

You take a bite of your toast, “You’re John and Kathy’s favorite.”

He blushes, smiling shyly. “Oh, I don’t know about that…I wouldn’t say-”

“I would. Claire, what about you, do you think Jason’s their favorite?”

She smiles and nods, “Definitely.”

Jason rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to defend himself but you grab an apple slice off his place and shove it in his mouth. “Shut up and take the compliment.” He chews obediently.

Bobby leans over from across the table, Chris and Shannon deep in a conversation of their own. “So, what did you and Demi fight over this time? Trying to decide who gets me?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “Bobby I can promise no one in camp is fighting over you. Unless they’re fighting over who gets to kick your ass first.”

He glares, “Uh you don’t know that.”

“I do. I promise.”

“But seriously, what was that fight about? It had to have been pretty serious for you to have to knock her on her ass like that.”

You sigh, trying to decide the best way to explain things. “Well, Demi was talking shit about someone who didn’t deserve it so I had to put her in her place.”

He chuckles, Claire and Jason leaning in to listen to the conversation. “What’d she say that was so bad? Did she say something about me, did you defend my honor?”

“When have you ever had honor?” You roll your eyes.

“Just tell us what she said that set you off like that, c’mon don’t leave us waiting!”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, you know if you told them everything Jason would get his feelings hurt. “She said something shitty about Jason. It’s not important.”

Before anyone else can ask more questions to bell rings signaling that breakfast is over. “Looks like I’ve got shit to do, I’ll see y’all later.” You head towards the kitchen, dumping the rest of your breakfast in the trash. There’s already a stack of trays and plates waiting for your attention. You groan at the sight, grabbing an apron off the hook along with a pair of gloves. The rest of the counselors round up their campers, Kathy taking care of yours till you’re done with the dishes. You lean back against the counter and watch as everyone piles up their plates and trays as they leave for the day's activities. Jason’s last out of the mess hall, he looks over at you with a pity smile and a wave. “See you later, yeah?” He calls as he exits the mess hall.

“Don’t get your hopes up Hochberg, I might just drown myself in the sink and put myself out of my misery!” You yell back, watching with a smirk. His cargo shorts do nothing for his ass but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable to watch him walk away.

He peeks his head back in, “Don’t, please! You can’t leave me with Bobby all summer!”

“You’ll live!” You playfully blow him a kiss before he heads back outside, you can’t see it from where you stand but his cheeks turn red from your gesture.

You turn back with a sigh to face the massive pile of dishes everyone has left for you, you’re gonna be here awhile. You grab the old radio from the storage closet and turn it to a pop station to try and make things a little more bearable. You hum along to the music as you start to clean, starting with the trays first since they’re the easiest and least messy. You find yourself falling into a rhythm, now caught up in your work as you hum along with the music. You’re so caught up with it that you don’t even notice Jason slipping back into the kitchen to join you. After hearing that you’d stood up for him he couldn’t help but feel like he owed you some help as a thank you.

He slips into the mess hall, hearing the radio playing from the kitchen. You’re busy and focused on your work, it makes him happy to see that you aren’t completely miserable. He sneaks his way behind you, quickly grabbing your waist. You jump about a foot in the air and scream like you’re being murdered. Jason backs away and starts to laugh until it hurts, tears streaming down his face as you try to compose yourself. You back yourself against the sink, gripping the counter behind you as you watch him laugh.

“Is it really that funny Jason? Really?” You ask in annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him.

He slaps his knee cartoonishly, “It’s a knee slapper!”

You quickly reconsider your friendship with him. You’re convinced that the universe makes him do something cringe every ten seconds to balance out how hot he is. “You’re the worst.”

He smiles playfully, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I think I might be the best actually, I came to help you after all…buuuutttt if I’m the worst I could always just go find something else to do…” He threatens jokingly.

You spring forward and grab his wrist, “Please stay…if I can only listen to pop music all day I might go insane, a familiar face would be nice even if it comes with corny jokes.”

“You love my jokes, you always laugh.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even bother to bite back your smile, “I do…”

“Mhm, you know you do…I’ll be nice and give you some more help. I heard you stuck up for me and that’s why you’re stuck doing this, is that true?” He asks as he grabs some gloves and an apron, suiting up to help you tackle the seemingly endless pile of dishes.

You turn back to the sink, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, uh, you don’t owe me for it or anything. I just wasn’t gonna let her talk about you like that.” You pick up a nearby dish and continue with your work.

He slides up next to you, reaching over you to grab a plate. His arm grazes your chest and your breath hitches, you feel your cheeks heat up as he pulls the plate back over to him. “Did Demi really say something bad about me? I thought we were friends…she was probably just kidding!” Jason has always been naive, bless his heart. That poor boy would apologize to the pole he ran into.

You remember arriving at camp at the beginning of the summer and seeing Demi with her nice car stocked full of her suitcases and watching in anger as she let Jason carry them all to her cabin by himself. You’d grabbed a few from the car so that it wouldn’t all be left up to him. You’d followed him to her cabin, watching as he stumbled bringing them in.

“Can you be careful with those…” Demi snarks, rolling her eyes as she scrolled on her phone.

“Sorry, Demi!” Jason laughs as he tries to set her things down gently.

You shot her a glare and rolled the remaining suitcases in a bit too rough, she looked up from her phone to return your glare. “Oops…” You deadpan, staring her down. Jason remains oblivious to the tension, leaning up against the doorway.

“Well uh…see ya…” She says dismissively, waving her hand at him to make him leave.

“Yeah, it’s great to see you too!” Jason smiles, a bit out of breath. “It’s just so good to be back.”

Demi ignores his existence but he doesn’t take the hint. “You know what they always say! You can’t spell Pineway without eway.”

Demi finally looks up from her phone, giving Jason a confused look. “What?”

Jason continues on with his joke, “Because I can’t stay eway from this place!”

Demi looks annoyed by his mere existence but shoots him a pity smile, “Okay cool.”

You take that as your cue to save that sweet boy from anymore embarrassment, you turn back around with a smile. “You wanna help me and Claire get settled, we’ve got that cabin with the difficult door handle.”

He looks at you like a puppy looks at a new toy, if he had a tail it’d be wagging. “Of course, uh, Demi don’t forget I’m cooking lunch in a bit! I can make a mean burger!”

Demi nods and you drag Jason out of the cabin by his wrist, muttering under your breath about what a bitch she is. Jason is off in his own world telling you how excited he is to be back.

“I don’t think she was kidding this time, J. She didn’t seem like it at least…I mean I wouldn’t get in her face and push her like that over a little joke, I was ready to really kick her ass…”

He turns to look at you in shock, reaching down to grab your wrist. “It was that serious, I mean I’d heard you gotten physical but I didn’t know…what did she say?”

You sigh, “You really don’t wanna know, it’s for the best if I don’t tell you.”

His expression hardens, “I do want to know. I deserve to know if it was about me.”

“Jason seriously it was-”

His grip on your wrist tightens unconsciously, “Please, I’m an adult I can handle it.”

“Fine…” you sigh, “I’ll tell you.”

You were coming out of your shared cabin with Claire, the morning sun shining down on the camp. It was early, too early, the dew was still fresh. You were dressed in a green tank top, a flowy linen button down thrown over top, and a pair of denim shorts that hit a bit above your knee. You make your way to the rec room hoping to watch an old movie before everyone else wakes up and claims the tv. You pull open the wooden door, the hinges creaking loudly. As you walk inside you see Demi sitting on the couch, an old teen magazine in hand. The tv is off so you take your chance to use it, going over to the stack of vhs’s, sorting through the available films. You mentally curse Kathy and John for only keeping a supply of family friendly films, the best you can get out of the stack is Poltergeist. You thank the ratings board for not introducing the pg-13 rating until two years later, giving you a loop hole into having an actual horror film to watch at camp. You take it out of the case and pop it into the vcr. You grab the remote and plop down onto the couch and sit down next to Demi. She glances over at you in disgust and scoots away. “Sorry, you worried you’re gonna catch something?”

“I don’t know what weirdo disease you carry around from hanging out with Hochberg,” she retorts.

Your brows furrow in anger and annoyance, “What the fuck? It’s six in the morning, it’s too early for you to be an asshole like that!”

She rolls her eyes, not looking up from the magazine. “I don’t get why you hang out with him, you’re like actually pretty y’know. He’s such a fucking loser, what do you see in him?”

You turn to face her wearing an angry expression. “He’s not a loser, he’s sweet and he actually gives a fuck about his job. He’s nice to everyone, even you, and god knows you don’t deserve his kindness.”

She laughs, “More like oblivious. You could punch him in the face and he’d take it as something sweet.”

She’s not wrong but she doesn’t get to say that about him. “Yeah, he can be a little oblivious, sure. But at least he’s kind, at least he’s always positive. Do you know how much the kids look up to him? They love him.”

“Yeah, they’re the only ones…” She scoffs.

You clench your fists, “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

She tilts her head, finally looking up from her magazine. “Oh honey, you don’t know? Jason has zero game, like none at all. It’s sad honestly, he’s probably gonna be alone forever. It’s pathetic. You know makeout point?”

You nod in response, confused about where this is going.

“He’s never been. I heard he doesn’t even know it exists. He’s gone to this camp since he was a kid and he’s never been anyone's camp crush, never even gotten a pity kiss at makeout point. He’s nothing but a fucking loser, he’s gonna be alone forever.”

Sadness fills your chest, bubbling up to your throat. You imagine teenage Jason being left out by all the others, people whispering behind his back, girls asking him out as a joke. It breaks your heart into a million pieces. “And that’s funny to you?” Your voice shakes.

“It’s hilarious. He doesn’t even know how much of a loser he is. He’s a clumsy dorky loser, you know it’s true. He’s twenty fucking four and he still goes to summer camp,” she replies ruthlessly.

You jump to your feet in anger, “As a counselor.”

She stands in response, “Does it matter? He’s still trying to rehash his glory days that weren’t even glorious, he’s pathetic. You need to hang out with someone better like Ari, Bobby and Chris aren’t doing you many favors either.”

You get in her face, anger fueling your every move. “Fuck you and your superficial bullshit, Demi. I don’t care what you say, I’ll never see him as pathetic.”

She laughs in your face, “Yeah, well maybe you can take him up to makeout point and be his first kiss. He’d probably cum in his cargo shorts,” she snorts.

You don’t know what comes over you but you shove her back hard. She hits the ground, the breath getting knocked out of her from the force. She gasps and the door slams open, Kathy walking in angrily. She looks down at Demi on the floor and then back up to you. “Wait outside, now!” She yells. You sigh knowing you’re about to get yelled at, walking out the door. You fight the urge to spit at Demi as you walk past. Kathy helps her up and onto the couch and Demi starts to tearfully give her side of the story. You can hear her playing it up for Kathy and you clench your fists again. Your fingernails leave deep indents in your palm as you angrily grind your nails into your delicate flesh.

You think back to Jason, you’ve been shamelessly crushing on him ever since you met last summer. Last summer he was cleanly shaved, his wavy hair a bit shorter than it is now. You remember how he greeted you with a toothy grin and a dorky pun, offering to help you with your bags and walk you to your cabin as he introduced himself to you. You were new to the area and decided to take the summer job as a way to make some friends, he made you feel so welcomed that you became friends immediately. You resented the way the other counselors spoke to him, you and Claire were really the only ones who were kind to him. It never bothered him, he was kind to everyone and strode past the rude remarks almost as if he didn’t hear them. You admired him for it and also pitied him, you knew he deserved better treatment and you had no problem making that known to everyone else. Every time he looks at you it sets your body ablaze, every time he touches you it feels impossible to do anything but lean into it. You’re whipped and you’re not ashamed to say it.

When Demi finishes giving her sob story Kathy grabs you by the arm and leads you to the office, a few campers and nosy counselors who are already up peek out of their cabin windows, already gossiping about what trouble you could’ve gotten into.

“She…she said all that?” Sadness washes over his face, he looks down at the floor as his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He lets go of your wrist, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. No one had ever said anything like that to his face, Demi technically hadn’t but somehow hearing it from you made it hurt worse.

“Jason,” you reach over and grab his hand, grasping it tightly in embrace. “I don’t care that you haven’t been to makeout point. It’s a dumb little makeout spot with a cheesy name, it means nothing.”

He takes a breath, “It does to everyone else. I mean, she’s right I didn’t know it existed until me and Claire went on a hike. She told me she recognized a tree, I made fun of her for it, and then she said she recognized it because it was makeout point. I felt so stupid…all these years, over a decade and I didn’t know it existed…I mean, maybe Demi’s right, maybe I am pathetic…”

You pull him into you, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “Fuck that and fuck her. She’s an uptight little bitch with a Tik Tok career she can’t even get off the ground, what does she know?”

“She knows where makeout point is apparently…”

You roll your eyes, “Fuck makeout point. It doesn’t matter, Jason. I don’t care that no one ever took you, well no I care a little, it breaks my heart that no one ever took you. You’ve had to deal with bullying for decades at this shit hole and that makes me so mad.” You start to tear up and try to blink it away, “Do you know how great you are? I was so worried when I got here last year that I wouldn’t make any friends and there you were with that adorable smile to greet me. You were so nice, so welcoming. God I thought it might’ve been an act at first but you never stopped being kind, not even to those assholes who made fun of you to your face and said even worse things behind your back. You’re not pathetic, you’re not a loser, you’re so kind and funny. I love your dorky little jokes, I love how I can’t fight off my smile when you hit me with a pun. You’re like the embodiment of sunshine and nothing Demi ever says is gonna change my mind about that, okay?”

He stands there in silence taking it all in, your grip on his face has him unable to look away from you. He watches the tears rolling down your cheeks after your passionate speech. “You really think that about me?”

You nod, letting go of his chin and wiping away your tears. “Yeah, I do. I regret not saying it sooner because I feel like all you ever hear is this vitriolic shit from everyone else and-”

He interrupts you, “Can I take you to makeout point?”

Now it’s your turn to be shocked, you stumble over your words as your body heats up, “What?”

“I wanna take you to makeout point…if you’d like that…” He says shyly.

You couldn’t fight off your smile if you tried, “I would like that…what about my punishment though, John and Kathy are gonna flip their shit if I don’t get this done before lunch.”

“Well it’s a good thing you have an assistant, huh?” He smirks, picking up the plate he’d been cleaning before.

You smile, “I couldn’t ask for anyone better…”

The work goes by quickly with Jason by your side, the two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm. You listen to him tell stories from past years at camp and occasionally sing and dance along to the songs on the radio. Jason’s dorky dance moves make you laugh harder than you thought you would today. He always has a way of making things better.

Finally you’re putting away the last dish when Jason comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you against his chest and settles his head on your shoulder. “You ready to go to makeout point with me?” He teases, his breath feels warm on your neck. You wish you could kiss him right here right now but you’ll let him have his fantasy.

“Mhm, you have me all excited. I feel like a teenager sneaking off at a party,” you laugh. Jason reaches around you and takes the plate from your hands, setting it on the pile for you.

He turns you around, untying your apron for you. He pulls it off your body, removing your gloves next before throwing away the gloves and rehanging the apron. “Let’s get going before Kathy and John realize where we’ve gone.”

You smile and take his hand, letting him lead you out the door. “Do you remember where it is?”

He moves like he’s on a mission, “Mhm, it’s not hard to find now that I know where to look. I know these woods like the back of my hand.”

“I like a man who knows his way around,” you tease.

“You must be obsessed with me then,” he laughs.

He leads you through the woods with ease, pointing out some pretty spots until you make your way to makeout point. It’s a small area off in the trees, a boulder sits as coverage for couples. You let him lead you behind the boulder, sitting next to him on the ground, your knees touching. “So this is it, huh?” He says, looking around the area. “Not that impressive.”

You chuckle, “I don’t think many people come here for the scenery.”

He cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy, “Oh really? Mind educating me on why they come here?” You watch as he smirks, feeling pretty proud of his line.

You stare at him wide eyed, your mouth agape. “Jason Hochberg, did you just flirt with me?”

His cheeks turn pink, “I…um, did you not like-”

You grab his chin and turn his face towards you, leaning over quickly and cutting him off with a kiss. Every ounce of restraint you’ve had this summer melts away as your lips melt against his. He’s slow to kiss you back, taking his sweet time to register what’s happening. You can tell he’s inexperienced and out of practice but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. He pulls away after awhile, resting his forehead against yours with a smile. “So you liked it?”

“Of course I liked it, you fucking dork.” You peck his lips playfully.

“You think you would’ve brought me here if we’d gone to camp together?” He asks. He pulls away from you and leans against the rock, spreading his legs.

You take that as a signal to slot yourself between his legs, leaning back into his chest, “Of course I would’ve. I bet you would’ve been all nervous and red, adorable…”

“I’ve gotten better at hiding my nervousness,” he mumbles. He wraps an arm around your chest, holding you against him. He leans his head forward and rests his chin on your shoulder. “I wanna kiss you again.”

You turn back around, sitting on your knees as you face him. “So kiss me then.”

He cups your face in his hands, taking a minute to admire your features, “You’re so pretty.”

Before you can try to respond he kisses you, he clearly took notes from the first kiss, it’s sweet. He kisses you like you’re his first love, and maybe you are. It doesn’t take long for you to deepen the kiss, your hand moving to his hip to push him back against the rock. Your other hand going up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He whines softly into your mouth and you run your tongue across his lower lip. He parts his lips, letting your tongue slip in. He’s never kissed like this before as he struggles to keep up, what he lacks in experience he makes up for in passion. You tug softly at his hair and smirk into the kiss at how he whimpers. His hands go to your hips, pulling you against him. You’re just about to roll your hips against his when you hear footsteps. You pull away from Jason with wide eyes, “Someone’s coming.” Now you really feel like a teenager sneaking around.

You and Jason work quickly to adjust each other's appearances to look more presentable. The sound of two voices becomes more and more audible.

“C’mon Mike this is the only chance we’ll get, I have to get back to my campers in like 30 minutes.” It’s Demi. You look at Jason with a smirk and he’s starting to crack a smile.

“You wanna fuck with her?” You ask, leaning back in.

He nods and pulls you back in for another kiss, this time it’s more passionate and desperate. His fingers curl around the hem of your shirt, pulling you in closer against him. You tangle your fingers back in his hair, pulling harder to get him to make the sounds you love oh so much. He whines pathetically against your lips and you slip your tongue back in his mouth. His hips involuntarily buck up against yours and now it’s your turn to whine. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire. You almost forget what the plan was until you hear a loud gasp from behind you.

“Oh my god…” Demi exclaims from behind you.

You pull away from Jason, fingers still tangled in his hair as you turn to face her. “Sorry Demi, it’s occupied right now…” You tease.

“Why the hell aren’t you still doing dishes? Did you skip out to come out here with him?”

You smile up at her, “He helped me finish early actually…” Jason snorts at your innuendo.

She groans in annoyance and frustration, gripping Mike's hand. “Whatever, it’s contaminated now. We’ll just use the rec room…” She starts walking off, pulling Mike along with her. She makes sure to shoot you a glare before disappearing into the woods.

You look back at Jason and burst into laughter, falling into him as you do. Once you compose yourself you lay back against his chest once again, draping his arm over your chest and playing with the bracelets on his wrist. “She’s such a bitch…” you mumble.

“I wouldn’t say that. She just…doesn’t like us…”

You can’t help but smile as he continues to try and see the positive in her. “You’re too good for Pineway, I’m packing you up in my suitcase and taking you home with me.”

He looks down at you with a smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Promise.”

“Pinky promise,” you giggle, linking your pinky with his.

“We should probably head back before John and Kathy get suspicious…”

You groan, holding his arm tight against you. “Do we have to? I think I have some more makeouts left.”

He chuckles, “We’ll sneak off again later, I won’t leave you high and dry.”

“Good boy…” You mumble, going to stand. He sits there with pink cheeks as you turn back around and offer your hand to help him up. He slings his arm around your waist as you start to walk back to camp. “So Hochberg, what's your review of makeout point now that you’ve gone?”

“Hm…I think I see the appeal now. I think we’re going to spend a lot of our free time here.”

You cock your eyebrow at him, “Oh are we now?”

“Mhm, I just decided that for us,” Jason retorts, pecking your cheek again.

“For once I won’t argue.”

Jason decides to bold and slip his hand into your back pocket. He leans into you, whispering in your ear, “Good girl.”

#fred hechinger #fred hechinger imagine #hell of a summer #fred hechinger x reader #fred hechinger x you #fred hechinger fanfic #hell of a summer movie #jason hochberg #jason hochberg fluff #jason hochberg/you #jason hochberg/reader #jason hochberg x you #jason hochberg x reader #jason hochberg imagine

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backwardshatnick · 14 days ago

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𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗌

in which matt still does not know how to tie a half windsor knot.

pairing: influencer!matt x high school sweetheart!reader wc: 1.2k notes: (rewriting) i'm turning this into an au surprise-surprise! inspired by that one role model tiktok & the wedding-italy vlog. credits to those who have done influencer!matt/chris paired with high school sweetheart!reader because i know i have seen them around before and i enjoyed them :) masterlist here. divider by @koosuvi <3

Matt adjusted the collar of his crisp white shirt for the thousandth time, staring at himself through the full-length mirror of the hotel suite, its luxurious bedding covered in torn Prada tissue paper while the soft hum of city traffic and railway bled through the windows. On his neck laid his silver tie, droopy and wrinkled, each crease telling a mocking tale of his failure.

He had tried YouTube, TikTok and hell, even video-called his brothers and father for instructions but to no avail. Every knot that he came up with ended up looking like a sad twist of puff pastry, all ready to crumble and unsnarl within minutes.

The bedside clock glowed a warm yellow hue, signifying the time that Matt was left with to be prepared for the Prada pre-show dinner, an event where he was compelled to look like he belonged— all prim and proper, polished and camera-ready before being bombarded with more pressure to feel in place at the actual Spring/Summer Show.

But he did not have the energy to fake it all tonight.

Sighing, he grabbed the hotel room’s telephone by his bed and started clicking on numbers for the front desk and cleared his throat before a man’s voice was met on the other side.

“Good evening, this is the front desk, Carl speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hi, um. Sorry, but…” Matt stuttered, voice crisp but laced with jittery nerves, “Is there anyone who could help me tie a tie? I know it’s not in the job description but I am really desperate and hopeless right now.”

There was a pause and hesitation in Carl’s voice, “There might be someone from housekeeping who knows. From which room are you calling, sir?”

“Room 832, East Wing. And thank you so much, Carl,” he replied, embarrassed.

A few minutes later, there was a gentle chime of the doorbell resonating throughout the suite, followed by an also gentle, “Housekeeping!” signalling the arrival of Matt’s saviour.

Matt, who was sat on the edge of the hotel bed, immediately stood up to walk over to the door, mind not fully concentrating as he opened the door, “Hey, thanks for coming. I really need—”

He stopped and froze. Shock visible through his expression when his eyes met with the girl in a white iron-pressed housekeeping uniform, hair tied back in a loose braid with a folded laundry cart full of used linen and towels accompanying her. She blinked when she finally looked up to see Matt’s sapphire orbs, lips now curled into a forced smile which clearly was not reflected in her silent eyes.

Her face had hit him like a thousand bricks, his heart undeniably skipping beats but nothing could overpower the dryness of his throat when her name escaped his lips like it was a forbidden word. A mantra that he used to chant but was now cursed to never utter.

“Bloom.”

“Hey, Matt. Still can’t tie a tie, huh?” she responded, tone sarcastic and bitter, but smooth as if it had not been years since they last saw each other.

Bloom stepped inside of Matt’s hotel suite, stride full of confidence, not a hint of dread and fear evident like everything was normal. Like they had never ghosted each other the night of the senior prom when they had spent months and months curating the perfect shared playlist, planning sneaky late night phone calls and movie nights and the one disastrous kiss that left them both scared of craving for more.

Like there was never anything between them.

Matt’s brain buffered, hazed even but managed to murmur a low, “You work here?”

The girl nodded in response, “Attachment program. Just until I finish my semester. Come here. I’ll help.”

He took an awkward step forward to where Bloom was, the distance now close but not close enough to feel each other’s warm breath fan on their skin. His chin reached just below her head, where her glistening sweat had caused the wild strands of her hair to stick, the crystal gem in her earring glinting somewhere else, tempting Matt to fix them for her. His right hand twitched, but he knew better than to scare away the girl who had left him speechless.

Matt looked down to where Bloom’s hands were. Her fingers were steady, as always, quiet and careful and always pristine, the nails never polished any colour but a pale ballet-slipper shade, always cut in an oval shape which complimented the gold ring on her middle finger, a staple jewellery she has worn since the beginning of time.

She did not ask what he was doing, all alone, in a place as luxurious as this, or why he now had decided to keep his facial hair. Bloom simply looped the silk fabric around Matt’s neck like it was any other Wednesday afternoon back in high school, the familiar scent of her berry hand cream wafting around Matt’s nose which brought back the memories that he did not deserve to remember.

When she was finally done, smoothing out the lapels of his black blazer and neat white collar, Bloom gently tapped Matt’s shoulder and stood smiling proudly at her work, “There you go. Half Windsor, The Classic Matt, just how you always liked it.”

Matt swallowed hard, “You remember that?”

Bloom finally looked up at him, and he hated just how much of her that he could still recognise with his eyes and ears closed. She was always the quiet kind, speaks only when spoken to and independent. The type who never needed much, except for maybe the one thing that he never gave her.

A choice.

“I remember a lot of things. You’re good to go,” she replied, the bitterness still not leaving the inflection in her voice.

He felt guilty upon hearing the timbre, “Bloom…”

“I know I should’ve called,” Matt hesitated, “Back then.”

A shrug was given in reply, “We were seventeen. Forget it. You don’t owe me forever,” her voice slightly raised at the last word, hurt now dominating her anger and pettiness.

Matt simply stood in between the doorway, far enough to now only smell the fresh laundry scent which clung on her work clothes, with the silver tie looped in a clean and neat knot breaking the clash of monotone colours of his outfit. Bloom took a step back further away from him, her hands now on the cart, ready to go.

“You’ll look great out there. You always did,” she huffed, reaching for the door handle, “I’m happy you finally found the perfect crowd.”

And then she left. No lingering glance, no second take and certainly no exchange of phone numbers and promises. Just the quiet click of the door where it lacked the habitual embrace and kiss on the forehead, cheeks and lastly, lips.

Just when the door was closed, Matt returned back to face his reflection on the full-length mirror, where the Half Windsor now sat clean against his upper body. Tight and neat. Hand hesitant to touch the knot as he could feel the knot in his chest tighten, too.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo oneshot #sturniolo triplets #𓏲˚˖♡𓂃 olive writes #i!matt x h!reader ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚#Spotify

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kar1nsworldx · 9 days ago

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⤷ ❝ 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 ❞

pairing: ChrisMD x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: oblivious friends turning into lovers, need I say more?

requested: nope, but all requests are welcome (:

note; Happy late birthday Chris! Also yall I actually have dyslexia so I apoligize for the mistakes xx The fat thumbs dont help either :,) Hope yall enjoy too!!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

y/n l/n

liked by chrismd10, arthurtv and 89,655 others

y/n l/n: doncaster was wild wtf

tagged: @chrismd10, @bambinobecky, @arthurnfhill, @arthurtv, @italianbach, @georgeclarkeey, @ieuan_thomas

COMMENTS;

bambinobecky: you remember something??? cause I do not

y/n l/n: the footage reminded me

bambinobecky: oh god I forgot that we were reccording a video, bloody hell

y/n l/n: @arthurtv is your back & head okay??

arthurtv: somehow yes!

useroh: ???

italianbach: @arthurtv do not get into another argument with a minion pls

useredup: LMAO WHAT

useruuu: oh??

userxoxo: how did that even happen what 😭

chrismd10: 'have you ever tried this one?'

y/n l/n: 🧘‍♀️

useroh: is that chris in the last pic??

y/n l/n: yup!

ieuan_thomas: bunch of children the lot of you

y/n l/n: dad you love us, admit it

ieuan_thomas: ehhh

y/n l/n: :(

ieuan_thomas: yhyh wtvr

y/n l/n: 😝

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y/n l/n

liked by chrismd10, jamesmarriottyt and 47,699 others

y/n l/n: the midget tried getting me into LOTR, failed, but I appriciate his efforts

tagged: @chrismd10

COMMENTS;

chrismd10: after organising everything and buying you shit all I am is a midget??? I see how it is

y/n l/n: naurrrrr, I am very grateful actually :(((

useredup: wait was this a date?

chrismd10: no??

y/n l/n: no lol, we were just hanging out! :)

useroo: uhuh..,okay..,sure

y/n l/n: ??

userly: sweet oblivious summer child 😭

userxe: cuties <3

user111: are those gummy bears in the last pic supposed to be you and chris? @y/n l/n

y/n l/n: yes actually!! Im the lighter one :)

userxoxo: OHMYGOD THATS ADORABLEEEE IM SOBBING 😭😭😭

user007: AHHHH THAT BEAR IS SO CUTE!!!! wheres it from??

y/n l/n: @chrismd10 where did you get the bear from??

chrismd10: tourist shop on 71-72 Russell Sq

user007: aa tysm!

useroh: couple goals <3

y/n l/n: not dating tho, lol :p

useroh: WHAT??!?!???

faithlouisak: adorbss xx

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chrismd10

liked by arthurnfhill, calfreezy and 67,752 others

chrismd10: didn't get her into LOTR, got her into Cars insead

tagged: @y/n l/n

COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: I only did it because Liam Lawson likes Cars and because he's hot (I swear I actually like F1, I ♡ McLaren pls do not come @ me 🙏)

chrismd10: rude much

userly: hmm, dosen't LL look like someone you know.. a blonde someone..hmm...

user⁴⁸¹: valid answer y/n, valid answer

useredup: yk what hell yeah

useruff: OMG CARS :D YIPPIE

y/n l/n: that ice cream was bomb btw

chrismd10: well of course it was, i payed for it

y/n l/n: ☹️🙏💓

bambinobecky: christopher stop stealing my bsf

chrismd10: yeah how about no

user111: omgg!! the matching figurines r toooooo cute!!

userxoxo: #2nd unofficial date

arthurnfhill: @georgeclarkeey this is what we were kicked out of the flat for

georgeclarkeey: diabolical

useroh: YALL WERE KICKED OUT???

user777: WHAT

userxe: OMG 😭😭😭

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y/n l/n

liked by taliamar, italianbach and 88,772 others

y/n l/n: alexa play champagne coast by blood orange 🍸 check out my new yt video ft. chris tmrw! ☀️

tagged: @chrismd10

COMMENTS;

userlo: OHMYFUCKING GOD

userly: I AM GOING TO SCREAAAAAAAAAM

userxe: WHOS GONNA FUCKING TELL THEM??!??!?!??!??!?!

useroh: I AM GOING INSANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

useriii: ME TOO I FEEL CRAZY

user: crazy? I was crazy once...

user777: 😭😩

freyanightingale: girll you better invite me next time 🍸☀️

y/n l/n: oooo girls night!!!! making plans asap

faithlouisak: @bambinobecky ... whos gonna tell her?

bambinobecky: i will because this is becoming hurtful to watch. YOU SHOULDVE SEEN THEM IN DONCASTER BLOODY HELL

y/n l/n: tell me what???

bambinobecky: oh ffs

y/n l/n: 🤨☹️🙁

theburntchip: @chrismd10 mate... i swear to God

chrismd10: mate you damn well know my answer

theburntchip: BRO BUT SHE DOES LIKE YOH

chirsmd10: she does not like me

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user111: SO EXCITED FOR THIS AAAAHAHA

userxe: ooooooo those pics r so lovely!!

y/n l/n: Ty! Chris took lotd of them for me :)

y/n l/n: also the teddy bear is actually Chris you guys, do not be fooled

chrismd10: I had a stellar time reading

userox: CUTIES :((((

livvydimartino: 😍

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"Hi guys! Welcome back to another video. For those who don't know me, I'm y/n, and I just really like to vlog." y/n started off her intro. She was in her living room, sitting on her couch with a bag right next to her.

"Today we'll be going to the beach! Or well Chris and I. Currently waiting for his to come pick me up so we can go to the train station. Were going to Brighton Beach!" she continued explaining, obviously very excited. She fell inlove with the water since she was very little, only a few years old, and since then summer has always been her favourite season. And besides, she'd also be going with one of her favourite people to her favourite place, so It's a win-win in her books.

For the next few minutes, she continued talking to the camera and showing what she'll be bringing to the trip before she got a text from Chris that he was outside. Stopping the reccording, she took her stuff and left her flat, walking to the lobby and then out infront of the building where a car with one ChrisMD was waiting for her.

"Why hello there." she greeted him with a smile as she entered the car, sitting in the passenger seat and putting her bag on the floor.

The two started chatting as Chris drove, with y/n getting a short shot of the scenery through the window between their convos. Soon enough they were at the station, together going to check when their train should be arriving.

"Y'know, if you'd just driven us there it would've been much easier." y/n said, pointing the camera at Chris. "Oi, you're the one who wanted to go via train in the first place."

"Liar." she giggled, pointing the camera at herself.

Within the hour they were on the train on their way to Brighton. Y/n reccorded a short segment where they taste tested some train snacks before stopping, instead just chatting with Chris some more. At one point they just chilled together in silence whilst sharring airpods and lisening to music. 10/10 expiriance if you were to ask her.

Around an hour or so later they were in Brighton, and withing an hour & half at their designated beach for today. There were people, obviously as it was June already, but thankfully not overcrowded. The benefit of school still not ending.

They got comfortable, and soon enough their day officially started. Durring their trip, y/n filmed bits here and there, the funny and intresting moments not just for her audiance but for herself too. To remember.

When the sun started to set, they headed to a small resturant to eat and get a alcoholic drink or two in their system. It felt.. odly domestic. Romantic, dare she say.. Which felt odd to y/n to say the least. She loved Chris, absolutely. But never did she think it was in any other way than platonic. Choosing to ignore those thoughts, she just took the piss out on Chris and decided to unpack that can of worms when she was home alone. And drunk. Maybe on a call with Becky too. Or with Becky irl. Both were good options.

Around 8ish they packed up their stuff and made their way to the train station as their train was at 21:15. Getting on the train, the two continued to bicker, y/n getting another beer to drink whilst Chris drank water to sober up. He wasn't tipsy, but better safe then sorry. As they arrived in London, she and Chris filmed the outro to her video outside of the train station before going to Chris's car.

"I LIKE SHINY THINGS BUT I'D MARY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS, UH HUH, THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING, YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT!"

On their way back they had a miny kareoke sesh which y/n also reccorded for memories. Whilst screaming her heart out at 10pm, she was blissfully unaware of the look Chris was giving her when he got the chance. As the car came to a halt infront of her apartment building, y/n turrned to Chris to bid him goodnight.

"Text me when you get home?" she said, though it did sound like a question. "You just want an excuse to hear from me again, huh?" Chris shot back, a smirk on his face. "God shut up." y/n said, rolling her eyes before putting her hand on his cheek to turn his head away so she'd give him a kiss on the cheek. "Night Chris." was the last thing she said before getting out the car and closing the door behind her. If Chris stayed shocked and didn't leave for the next 5 minutes even as she entered her apartment building, well that was no ones buissness but his.

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"Were you serious about the kiss?" Chris asked as he looked at y/n. The two of them were in the bathroom, both sitting in the tub as they talked, glasses of wine surrounding them. "Well-," she started, before cutting herself off by hickuping, "if you want it, yes." she said, before looking at him.

"I don't want it to be a drunken mistake though.." he replied with a frown. "I don't want that either." she replied, leaning her head against his shoulder whilst still looking at him. After having a looooooooooooong and deep chat with Becky that included too much alcohol, she came to the conclusion that she deffenitly liked Chris. Like, wanted-to-marry-the-guy-and-share-a-animal-and-house-with-him-forever type of way.

The two kept starring at eachother for the next few minutes before Chris spoke up.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

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𓄹 ⊹ ᳝🪐 ࣪⠀. vanilla baby 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ( shower me with what you’re giving )

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫. chris x fem! reader x changbin 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. mechanic! brothers au, love triangle, small town, age gap, first love! chris, love at first sight, angst, smut 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. smoking, profanity, use of pet names, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, brief violence, jealousy, possessiveness, flawed characters 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 3.2k | 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 <- -> 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. he doesn’t get things like you. he prays he never does.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. @shoganaiiii, @poody1608, @tsunderelino, @wickedbutlovely, @imagine-all-the-imagines, @hwangjoanna, @imeverycliche, @vviolynn, @jinibunny, @minkieater, @stephanieeeyang.

Then.

He watches you.

How you blow exactly nineteen candles, face glowing, the boy that likes you on your left, the one you’re dating on your right. Your mom hugs you and your dad kisses your cheek, and what Chris thinks of doing—what he constantly thinks of doing, it doesn’t matter.

He does it anyway, and tells himself it’s the first and only time he gets to have something for himself. He is not meant to have this. He’s afraid to tarnish it, afraid it’ll turn wrong, that people will talk, forgetting people always talk, no matter if he listens to his heart or not, despite the fact he’s turned deaf to it for so long.

It’s been nothing for many years; a friendship, a shared living, a kind girl that offered him lemonade that one time and introduced him to her family, and then later, a chance to work with a man of dignity and class, honest income that took him away from the grease and the yelling.

Who stayed behind, the other one. Who never met the girl, the other one.

It was wrong. It was wrong and it was slimy, and you did not deserve it, but a year ago Chris saw you getting mishandled by an ex of yours, and stepped in. It resulted in him sitting on the hard bench of the police station for five hours with a busted lip and a broken shoulder, while you frantically tried to explain the situation to the officer.

That boy got what he deserved, but you didn’t, because now, Chris had come face to face with his feelings for you. When they had changed, he was terrified to know. He refused. All he knew were the bells ringing in his head as soon as he heard you crying. All he knew was the red he saw.

Now, he watches while everyone gets their turn with you and waits patiently, half of him wishing your eyes never fall on him, his turn never comes. But it does. And he sees how much it means to you, he’s seen all along, and he swears, he promises, he never meant to lead you on, he genuinely liked your company, you were a nice girl, a good friend. He couldn’t help what you felt, but he could stop himself.

He could refuse you.

“Chris.” The worst possible sin, to hear his name pass through your lips.

He swoops you in his arms, lifts you off the ground. He got you a pair of amethyst earrings, a nod at your birthday gift to him a couple years back, and he wants you to wear them. He wants you to remember him when you’re off to college, off to a life of your own. You’ll leave this place, and it’ll be nothing but a distant summer memory. As will he.

It cuts at him.

“You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” he whispers in your ear, your perfume invigorating, galvanizing. He’s alive with need. He’s embarrassed of himself. “Happy birthday, darling.”

You meet his eyes. You’re shining, God, you’re incredible. He’ll miss you. He’ll miss you horribly, terribly. He’ll lie to you many times if it means you keep on emitting this unbelievable light he loves.

“Thank you.” Love me. You’re smiling. You’re damning him to hell.

He lets go. He urges you on. “It’s your day.” I already do. It’s carving into me, it’s excruciating. I deserve it. “Enjoy it.”

You do.

He doesn’t get things like you. He prays he never does.

He gets the fuck out.

Now.

The preparations for the wedding are reaching their climax, something you can’t say has happened very much for you since you arrived.

Your bride-cousin is staying at a hotel in town, but your aunt has recruited your mom and your other ten thousand relatives downstairs and is barking orders from the living room at eight am. You manage to slip into the kitchen for a quick breakfast, before getting ready and disappearing through the back door into the warmth of the morning. Making two hundred napkin origami swans just doesn’t seem like a way to pass the time for you.

Going to a mechanic shop does.

You keep the possibility of seeing Chris close to your heart, not daring to ponder over it for a single second, instead focusing your intent on hopefully finding Changbin and unleashing your exasperation and rage on him, not only for what he did to you yesterday, but also for the way he’s occupied every waking (and unwaking) thought of yours since you left him in that parking lot ten hours ago.

Fifteen minutes of long stretches of forest and road, you reach the fork and turn towards the town. Their shop is located five minutes before the town’s sign, a blue building with old tires and even older junk cars hanging in the front yard. It passed down on the brothers before you’d even graduated high school, their father’s sudden passing declaring them sole owners of his shop and his modest house on the outskirts, a few minutes walk from where they worked.

The sun was beaming, the nape of your neck sweaty and insufferable as you spotted the familiar building. Your hair was sticking to your cheeks, as the air of the fan hit your face, the door of the place always opened, the same two people greeting you your whole life. Hammer and Jacks, the uncles.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Jacks said, devil grin breaking out on his face.

You grin back and shake his hand. The warm toned features were an exact replica of his nephews. Nothing had changed in there, except, perhaps, the mountain of dust over everything. Guess dust can’t hurt business when the point of said business is getting messy.

“You’ve been okay?” You ask the both of them earnestly.

“Can’t complain,” Hammer grunts from his chair.

“That’d be a first,” his brother teased.

You laugh, a sound you haven’t heard in way too long a time, and your gaze fleets towards the workshop. “I’m looking for…”

Jacks follows your gaze, gesturing vaguely. “They’re both in there. I guess—Christopher is. I don’t imagine you’ve met the older one.”

“Briefly,” you reply, not wanting to reveal your meeting if Changbin hasn’t mentioned anything.

You ignore how your heart skips at the thought of his name.

“Call if you need anything.”

The workshop had two cars, a Ford and a Corolla. Each brother respectively worked on them, one bent over the hood, while the other’s rolled underneath. I’m really doing this. He’s really here. Anxiety filled your entire chest cavity, your hands smoothing over, grabbing each other, letting go, coming behind your back. They hadn’t noticed you, the music too loud. The same genre from the bar.

You could go. It’d be so easy—everywhere was open from all sides. You didn’t have to do this today. You weren’t ready. Your false sense of bravado couldn’t save you here, with Chris so close. It’d been so long, you’d fantasized about meeting him again for so long, and what about what you’d told him—I’ll never come back, you’ll never see me again!—all lies of course, all hurt and resentment and childish nonsense.

The heat was a thousand times worse here. Or maybe it was just you. Your nerves. Your trembling hands. No, you couldn’t do this. I have to go. I have to go before one of them senses me. You made the turn, you’d even managed a couple steps, relief washing over you fresh, sweet, just a little more and I’ll be out of here, just a little more and I won’t have to face this, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth going through it again, going through him again—

“Where are you off to, sweetheart?” The leather jacket. The dark and darker.

You freeze, eyes bulging. Dread knots your insides again, only this time worse, because Changbin held a lot of power right now. He could reveal your name, he could force you to answer and it’d all be over. Chris would recognize you right away, he’s known you all his life, of course he would, and he’d get out from underneath the Corolla. He’d look at you and he’d—

What would he do? You weren’t sure. You didn’t want to stick around to find out.

“Who is it?” The younger one calls out. Deep, reverberating voice. You don’t think you breathe, you don’t even blink.

You plead with your eyes to Changbin. He just stands, in all his height, massive arms, incredibly toned chest, coveralls tied at the waist, wife beater stained with oil— you’re checking him out, you’re staring, you need to get the fuck out of there right now, this isn’t sane, it’s not even normal

“Mrs. Han,” he lies swiftly, wiping his hands on the rug attached to his work clothes. Holding your gaze, those black slits unshaken, intense. “Let me walk you out.”

You’re not sure why you wait for him to come to you, but his touch only registers when he’s gently guiding you through the garage door and out into the summer day. His fingers on the small of your back. Gone as fast as they came. You don’t know why you miss them. Those are questions that blur a lot of things, your feelings for one, because most of your life you’ve known this other thing to be true, only for Seo Changbin to tear through and demolish everything you’ve tried so hard to protect. Like your love, unweathered by what had been spoken or what might be the truth now.

To you, it’s unmoved. You’re unmoved, stuck in the same place, on your front porch, promising yourself to another person with the blind hope they’re going to catch you.

You fall every single time, in front of your eyes. You beg. It’s useless.

“Thank you,” you whisper, because what else can you do?

“You vex me, sweetheart,” Changbin says this tiredly, like he’s been dealing with you all his life. “You show up here when you know you can’t see it through.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Be my guest.”

You blink.

He sighs.

Takes your hands in his own bigger ones. They’re dirty, but that’s not what forces you to look down. It’s the way they’re shaking, the way he makes them stop, palms open, fingers caressed. It’s a move so unlike what you’d expect of him that it stuns you. It feels nice. You shouldn’t be doing this. Chris could come out anytime. You shouldn’t be doing this.

Fuck, your head hurt.

“Should I tell him to come out?” The oldest challenges, never once breaking contact.

“You’ll do what you want, Changbin.”

His face changes, then. As if he’s realized something. “You’re scared,” he confirms. “Not nervous. Of what?”

You don’t answer.

“Did you come for me or him?”

You don’t answer.

A pause. He nods, as if affirming, and then finally drops your hands. They’ve stopped their teetering. His, instead, are fists, knuckles white. His expression betrays nothing. His curls are unruly, soft looking.

You want to touch them. You don’t spend too much time on that thought.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you say out loud, shaking your head, and then, “I was so fucking mad at you yesterday, I just. . .”

Changbin’s eyes rose to your face once again. “Me?” He studied you. The scar on his neck continued down his sternum, disappearing behind the white cotton of his shirt.

You stared at it, confused.

Chris.

It was Chris. It’ll always be Chris. That’s why you’re here. Changbin’s just . . .

A glitch. A pit stop. Not supposed to happen.

“It doesn’t matter,” you dismiss the subject, crossing your arms, suddenly feeling too vulnerable, too exposed. “It’s whatever.”

He towered over you so deliciously, memories of last night's shower started creeping their way into your mind again. He was taller than his brother, looked nothing like him, felt nothing like him, you reminded yourself this. Knowing that, and still—you’re here. You’re fucking here and it’s because of him. You wanted to see him. Him. Not Chris. And it’s nauseating how fast that changed, when Chris has been the routine you’ve followed religiously for most of your life. You were terrified of losing your feelings, because it’s what has guided your every choice getting through school and leaving it, and ending up like this, whatever state this is.

You’ve spent every waking moment looking through someone’s else’s eyes, because you wanted to be here; you wanted to be loved by this one person, you wanted to be with this one person, and Changbin was not going to ruin this for you. You know what you want. If nothing else, you’ve known this more surely than you know yourself.

It’s a momentary lapse of judgment. The temptation of the unknown. Your lack of sexual activity, the damned thing anchoring.

You breathe deeply, regaining composure. “We were both clearly not thinking straight, and it was—unfortunate. We should’ve never met.”

Never once breaking eye contact, because this was Seo Changbin, honest and severe and a goddamn menace, his tongue came out to lick his full red lips, jaw ticking. He looked perplexed, angry, seething. It was all blending into one single emotion very quickly, so quickly it gave you whiplash, it took you aback, it left you breathless—

“I wanted you yesterday, (Y/N),” he says in a very controlled uncontrolled way, getting closer, his face mere inches from yours.

You moved back instinctively, afraid to do this—afraid—

He moved forward, unaffected.

“Goddamn me, I fucking want you today, I’ve gone over it in my head a thousand times. I could’ve had you,” he grabs the back of your neck, his breath fanning over your mouth. You’re on fire, your body is uninhabited, you’re not sure what’s going on, only that it feels good, only that you want more, that you want him to kiss you, to kiss you harder, to never stop— “I could’ve fucking had you and gotten it over with, but I have to fucking live with this now. How you’re forbidden from me. How I can’t even try even when I want to, even when you so clearly want it too.”

Your foreheads touch, and he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna fucking do it and there’s not a thing you can do, because you want it too, it’s clawing at your skin, this tension, this growing chemical reaction, this forest fire with no end in sight

His eyes are wild, he’s turning away and coming back, he’s in chains that are being pulled from all directions. It’s his brother. His fucking brother. Even if you don’t know the other half of the story, he does. He does, and never in his wildest fucking dreams would he have thought it would ever come to this.

He convinces himself it’s purely physical. That if it happens, it’ll all go away and he won’t have to feel this incredible shame of attempting to steal something that isn’t his, but of his blood. Chris is his family, the closest thing he's ever had to a best friend. His confidant.

Reject her.

“I’m not like this. I’m not fucking like this,” he mutters harshly, and seals your lips together for just a moment. The faintest stolen kiss.

It ignites something he’s never ever experienced. A chain reaction that triggers his entire body, spine stiffening, goosebump inducing, toe curling fucking ecstasy and all he knows is that he wants more, fuck everything, fuck it all to hell. Nothing will come close to it, not even the purest form of heroin, cocaine, acid, the death sentence itself.

He’s hooked for good. His brother is a few feet away, oblivious that his girl is being manhandled by a good-for-nothing piece of shit that can never seem to keep it in his pants long enough to think straight. The forever fuck up.

“Please, I can’t, I can’t—” What are you begging for? Have it. Have it all.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” His hands grab the sides of your face, moving you away from view, on the side of the shop, trapping you against wall and his impenetrable chest, no way to escape, no way to back out, and do you even want to?

Do you even want to?

“This is not happening,” you’re gasping for air, grasping for reason, grasping for space.

He drowns you again, the wavy ocean and its big, scary monsters.

“The fuck it isn’t,” he growls against your neck, sucking and biting. You are not yourself. You are instead made up of atoms that feed on this adrenaline. The deepest parts of you have been begging for this even before you ever reached that bar.

You’re fucked up beyond belief.

Your heart breaks with the fact. You’ve known this.

“Changbin...” but you’re moaning. You’re rubbing against his rock hard erection. You’re pulling close instead of pushing away.

He’ll take you right there. He’ll fuck you in the back of his shop, out in the open for all to see, because this is who he is; a defier, an antihero with no consequences, someone who would do this to their own flesh and blood and feel no remorse because how can something so fucking good be wrong, in any capacity, and even if it is, frankly, so what? Story of his fucking life.

But you wouldn’t just be one more of those. You’re not a mistake or a bad choice, and this is where he doesn’t recognize himself. You feel like the whole goddamn book—like there’s nothing else beyond this. Like you could rewrite him entirely, and everything would finally make sense.

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me yesterday?” He gasped against your cheek, his hand in your shorts, searching, finding. Sinking in.

You cry out, nails digging into his biceps. He feels nothing of it. He’s one with your sweat, your heartbeat, the throbbing of your pussy against his palm.

“I did,” he continues. “I couldn’t stop thinking about these,” mouth dipping to your breasts, kissing down, “about this, how it’d feel . . . soaked, clenching around me . . . tell me, (Y/N).”

“That’s— that’s why I was mad at you,” you hang your head, defeat dangerously close. You were sick. You were sick and twisted and Chris would never look at you twice if he knew what you were doing right now. Your body betrays you, and you find that half your heart does too. You’re horrified.

“I’m—please, please—I love him, Changbin. I love him. Please. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, don’t give it to me, I’m sorry, sorry . . .”

The tears falling from your eyes. He stopped immediately, sombered at once, moving back to allow you space even as his hands itched to be on you, to touch you again. You could very easily turn into an addiction for him, he knew that. He was afraid of it.

He thought you might know a thing or two about that, as well. In retrospect, who throws themselves into danger so carelessly? Not unless there's an internal fight, and he knew you’d been a sweet girl once, a harmless one.

You’re thorny now. If he could really touch you, you’d hurt him. Changbin hasn’t been hurt in a long time. He wants to be hurt by you.

Chris rounds the corner. Spots you immediately.

His face is pure betrayal.

His face is an atomic explosion of love. The aftermath is always the worst part of it.

He knows it’s you by instinct alone, and Changbin doesn’t think he’ll ever have that. Then you turn around and he’s dust, he’s a scorched body, nothing nothing nothing

He doesn’t exist. Nuclear power reaction. “(Y/N)?”

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Hell of a summer (what songs I think match the vibe) (part 2)

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yes i’m so glad you’re writing for clarisse because im obsessed with your writing.

could you write something with reader being a really confident and vain daughter of aphrodite who channels her mothers war goddess attributes and is one of the best sword fighter in camp? also playful teasing from reader and sparring because 1 i need justice for the massacre of aphrodites character and 2 clarisse x aphrodite!reader is essential to my life force. haters can hate.

maybe also show how other campers interact with her as well, like luke showing percy around idk

LOVER AND A WARRIOR

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pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of aphrodite!reader

summary: clarisse has always been a hard hitter and a tough lover, but a certain someone from aphrodite makes her soft. and she doesn’t entirely mind it.

warnings: use of “y/n” once or twice, kinda switches to percy’s pov, fighting, almost death(?), fluff, mentions of beckendorf!!

a/n: i really hope i did this request right! enjoy! i was trying to crank this out as soon as i could.

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Everyone thought you’d be claim by Ares (even though your dad was still very present and not a god) or at least by Athena. You were smart and a hell of a lot strong; both mentally and physically.

So it came to a surprise when Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, claimed you.

Though, Clarisse knew you were her daughter. You were every bit of passionate: about life, hobbies, interests, her. You paid attention to every little detail that flew out of her mouth (she noticed).

It didn’t help that you channeled your mother’s past title and abilities. After all, in Sparta, she was known as Aphrodite Aeria, “Aphrodite the Warlike”.

Clarisse was head over heels for you the minute she saw you fight (you even bested Luke, how was she not supposed to not fall in love with you?)

You and Clarisse started dating at the peak of the Summer Solstice and never looked back. No one knew Clarisse could be so…tolerating to someone outside of her cabin, especially to one of Aphrodite’s daughter.

Percy surely didn’t expect it either.

Clarisse was so callous and you were compassionate. He guessed that thing about opposites attract was true.

“Look, you want attention here, dummy?” Clarisse spoke condescendingly to the newest camper. She just couldn’t believe a scrawny kid took down the Minotaur. “You better be ready for it when it comes.”

Clarisse made Percy flinch and walked past Hermes’ kids. An amused smile plastered on her face. Luke shook his head as Ares’ kids passed which begged the question. “Why don’t they mess with you?” Percy asked.

“They know better.” Luke smirked.

“Luke’s the second strongest swordsman in camp.” Chris added with a proud grin.

“Who’s the first?”

“Y/N.”

Suddenly, you walked by in perfect timing. Percy’s eyes glued to you. You witnessed the whole situation and went to talk to your girlfriend. “Clarisse…” You muttered.

Percy watched Ares’ daughter soften at the mention of her name from your lips. Nothing in the facial expressions, it was all in the eyes.

“She doesn’t look menacing or intimidating—” Percy acknowledged.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Luke reminded as he glanced back at you and Clarisse. “Got my ass handed to me when I sparred with her.”

Percy looked at Luke. “Really? Can I train with her?”

•••

It wasn’t odd to find Clarisse in Aphrodite’s cabin; nor was it odd to find the two of you cuddling on your bunk. Sunlight beaming onto the two of you and the only sounds were the campers outside. All of your siblings when do go enjoy camp activities while you read to Clarisse.

Ancient Greek flows from your mouth like the water from River Styx. Clarisse had one arm haphazardly thrown across your abdomen. Her head perched on your shoulder.

Silently, she admired the way your lips moved. The way you were invested into the story. The way she can see all the tiny details on your gorgeous face from this position.

Clarisse found herself falling for you more and more with each second of the day. She was aggressive and intimidating. She was Ares’ favorite daughter after all, but she found herself becoming more softhearted to you.

“You’re my…everything.” Clarisse whispered fondly. It might’ve been a slip of the tongue, but it made you blush.

She never failed to make you blush. Your rosy cheeks complimented with a sheepish grin. “Clarisse…” You mumbled and put down the book.

“I mean it.” Clarisse stated firmly and sat up on her elbow. Her heart locket fell from her orange Camp t-shirt. It matched yours, except you had a sword charm. Clarisse insisted on giving it to you (after threatening Beckendorf once or twice) for your two month anniversary.

“I know.” You reassured and pecked her lips quickly. Clarisse smiled and dived back in to press her lips into yours

A giggle erupted from you. A rush of dopamine intoxicating your brain. It always felt like the first kiss with her. “I love you, I love you, I love you—” You repeated into her lips.

“I get it, lovergirl.” Clarisse chuckled as she pulled away. Her cheek tinged with pink. “I love you too.”

She continued. “Will you keep reading? You sound so beautiful when you read—”

“Clarisse!” You exclaimed. Your blush even more prominent.

“What? I can’t tell my girlfriend she has a voice from the sirens that could bring the Big Three to tears?”

“Clarisse…”

“Keep reading, lovergirl.”

•••

“This is safe, right?” Percy asked Grover.

“Yeah! Perfectly safe.” Grover reassured with a smile.

Luke had recruited you to help train Percy (Clarisse just so happened to tag along). There were swords in all of your hands. You were going to fight Clarisse and Luke and Percy doubted you were that good.

It was all to help Percy learn more about fighting with the sword and a great way to show off. The forest clearing gave enough room to really show your talents in combat.

“Don’t go easy on me!” You yelled at Clarisse and Luke on the other side of the clearing. Percy and Grover were sitting on rather large rocks anticipating the battle.

You took a deep breath and your eyes hardened. It was like switched had been flipped within you. You shifted your foot, sliding it in the dirt. The air felt different. Tense, sharp, lung-crushing.

Clarisse and Luke tightened their grip on their swords and gave each other a confirming nod. Percy and Grover watched as the three older half-bloods charged one another.

With precision and quick-wit, you were able to keep Clarisse and Luke on their toes. Luke shifted his weight in his feet before charging you again. You clashed swords. Celestial Bronze against Celestial Bronze.

Your ears perked up on shoes slapping against the dirt. You ducked causing Clarisse to swing at Luke. There was no trace of a your warm sweet smile Percy saw, only your hardened gaze.

It was kind of scary to see Aphrodite’s daughter switch up so fast.

Clarisse cursed under her and swiped her sword as if flicking off imaginary blood. She met your gaze, her heart skipped a beat. She rushed you again and swiped your legs. You jumped back with the grace of a swan, but Clarisse parried her sword immediately after.

You riposted Clarisse when Luke cane out from behind Clarisse to continue an onslaught of attacks. You scoffed quietly, but you could never complain. It was a good workout.

Yet, a particularly heavy swing from you knocked Luke’s sword from out of his hand. His sword flinging at Percy’s head. Percy shouted and ducked.

“Oh my gods!” You exclaimed and slapped your heads over your mouth in surprise.

Clarisse and Luke stopped their attacks and looked back at Percy and Grover. Luke’s celestial bronze sword was sticking out of a tree. Percy centimeters away from the blade.

You apologized for your reckless behavior. Percy was more scared of how fast you switched from your focused nature to a worried attitude.

“It’s okay…” Percy laughed nervously.

“He said he was fine!” Clarisse called out and walked towards you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, Percy.” Luke apologized.

“A lover and a fighter. Got it.” Percy noted in his mind as you complained to Clarisse about feeling bad about impaling Percy.

—– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —–

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bloodwrittenletters · 8 months ago

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KISS ME ONE MORE TIME

pairing . . . percy jackson x fem!mortal!reader

the cassette playing . . . waiting room! phoebe bridgers

the letter reads . . . perseus jackson was supposed to die at 16, not get a girlfriend who he could break.

warnings . . . angst, cursing ( slightly ), slight nsfw ( making out ), ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder ), survivor's guilt, mention of suicidal thoughts

a/n . . . hi guys! sorry it took me a little more than what I said to get it published, I got an emergency and didn't have time to work on it (everything is alright 🫡) I REALLY liked how this turned out, I love the son trio SOSOSO much so of course I had to give them a little mention, hope you all enjoy it!! actual part 2 is on the way, I promise :pp also, this doesn't really follow the canon, so just fyi!!

a continuation of this . . .

percy jackson knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on yours.

because they were pretty, full of light and happiness, two orbes made out of pure beauty that were protected by soft eyelashes.

and percy jackson was a sucker for pretty things. or he was a sucker for you in general, because every milestone he had given you with his hear full of hope (because, yes, he had saved a lot of his firsts for only you), or because for the first time in his life, he had allowed himself to want something for himself. only for him.

since he was twelve everything— everyone had told him he was going to die soon, 'you're not gonna make it' 'you're too weak to be the hero of the prophecy' 'you will die alone, just how you started' blah, blah, blah. it didn't matter, he knew he was doomed to die soon, and for a long while, he wanted it, too.

percy started the end of his life at twelve, and by the time he was fourteen he was exhausted.

he worked himself to exhaustion each summer, picking up on more quest (or forcing himself in some, for a little while), not even allowing himself to break after each loss.

luke, chris, bianca, zoë, lee, charlie, silena, ethan...

it was all his fault, they were supposed to live, even if one of them made it out alive, it was his fault they didn't have a better life— the one they deserved.

he lost so many people. and everything in his birthday, like fate wanted to remind him that this was his fault. for all the time where the camp was in Manhattan, he even had forgotten it was his birthday, he was too busy focusing on trying to keep everybody alive to remember his day.

for a moment, percy felt bad for forgetting, and for the next one he just wanted to cry and find his mother. he wanted to be six again and be smothered by sally in Montauk, while they were away from the hell of house that smelly gabe had made.

that couldn't be, though.

percy jackson had found you, passed out on the streets of new york, holding bags of gifts and a boque of blue roses and lilies, all of which you had gotten for him.

"no, no, no, no," he breathed, repeating the word over and over as he laid his hand on your forehead. "please... j-just—" he cut himself off when his thumb rubbed on your pulse point. "you're good, yeah?"

he left a soft kiss on your forehead, before pressing his hear over your heart, sighing when he heard it beat loudly.

listen to me, i'm here, i didn't leave.

percy gently detached your hands from the bags, grinning at your hard grip, as if you didn't want to lose what you've gotten him.

"i'm not taking them from you, sweet girl, let me hold you, please," he whispered to you, holding you up on his chest, and grabbing your things before taking you to the Empire State Building.

if olympus were to fall, it would be after overcoming hundreds of demigods; that was the only safe place for you.

the rest was the usual for a hero, his beloved one waking up to his breakdown and being convinced to date. usual stuff. happens every tuesday in your local divinity show to your favorite sweetheart. you pick it.

he celebrated every day of dating you differently, but all started with soft, gentle kisses.

though, your second month anniversary had gotten... a little heated.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing the exact vein he had rubbed to make sure you were alright two months ago. then, he left wet kisses up yor neck and jaw before kissing your mouth. "i'm so grateful for you, baby. so, so grateful."

"pers—"

"what do you need, sweet girl?" percy gently shifted the both of you, grabbing his stuffed penguin and turning it around, before looking at you with a grin. "we don't want to traumatize him," he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

there were soft giggles between the two of you, before percy took a hold of your jaw and tilted your head, kissing around your adam's apple with wet lips, gently nipping the skin with his teeth, giving you a tiny smile when you digged your nails into his shoulder, creating soft crescent moons into his skin.

"so, what was it, angel?"

"hush, your lips made me forget."

percy wiped his head out from the crook of your neck, and pressed his big smile against yours.

it was one of his favorite memories with you, one hera couldn't take away from him as well as a lot of his memories.

there were only two things he was able to keep, your name, and the soft memory of your lips.

his only two amulets against all the hardships he faced in the little time he wasn't asleep.

"you should really consider calling home," frank, of course, had called after percy when he was slipping away into the endless pit of loneliness that had grown into his chest.

green eyes met brown ones, and soon percy's eyes had the water his irises imitated.

frank stepped forward and wrapped an arm around percy's body, and then the other, hugging him tightly as he held percy through cries.

"i miss her so much," percy voice was broken and low, yet the words cut through sobs.

"i know you do."

"y-you would love her, and she would love you," percy cried harder. "i.. i'm sorry, frank."

when percy tried to pull away, frank held him tighter.

"you're okay, percy, just cry until you feel a little better."

frank's body was like a living teddy bear, warm and safe, soon percy was gripping the purple shirt as he cried in his friend's shoulder, breaking apart after months— years, of holding it together.

every day for all the months he was missing had taken form of tears, falling and falling through his cheeks, burning his skin as more and more tears fell.

huffs and puffs, sobs and tears, all fell out of percy. soon he fell to his knees, only being held together by frank.

the boys sat on the sidewalk, frank's hand gently patted percy's head, supporting him through everything.

"t-thanks, frank," percy patted the shoulder his head wasn't resting on. "usually i'm good keeping it together."

"me, hazel and that girlfriend of yours are gonna have a talk about you putting too much pressure on yourself."

"what—"

frank pulled two coins from his pocket, like a magic trick, and offered them to percy.

"call home, percy."

percy looked like a fish out of water, an o instead of a mouth as he stumbled over his words, before swallowing them and grabbing the money, to then run over to the closest phone booth.

he punched in the only number he could remember, being the one from the jackson apartment, and hoped with every bit of his soul for his mother to pick up.

for someone to pick up.

"hi?"

percy wasn't expecting your voice, his stomach fell to the floor, feeling his organs creep and drool around his feet.

he opened his mouth, but then closed. once, twice, until your voice revived the line.

"anyone there? is this just some stupid prank?"

it wasn't. percy almost broke down again, gripping the phone tighter.

please, just say something, he begged himself in silence, feeling like he could pass out in a moment.

"i'm going to hang up if you don't talk soon—"

percy finally spoke up, feeling like he could cry.

"hi, baby... i miss you."

"holy shit."

percy laughed, finally hearing your voice, he just wanted you to beg you to keep talking. to never shut up.

percy laughed, more like a breath of relief.

"hi, pretty girl... can you talk?"

"y-you— me— percy, oh my god. where the hell are you?! oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod, i'mgoingtocry."

"uhm... well, it's a long story."

there was sobbing on the other line, and percy's knees went weak. he had to take a long drag of breath to stop himself from crying, too.

"sweetie.. please, don't cry, i'm too far away to hold you."

you composed yourself, hugging tightly the blue bunny you had, tears rolling down your neck. you had to focus on him.

"'kay. percy, my love, where are you? i'll tell annabeth and we'll go get you."

"tell her to tell you about camp, and to come get me from camp jupiter."

"alright... we'll meet you there," and before he could fight you on it, you rushed to your next sentence. "i love you, percy jackson. please don't run off to where i can't find you."

holy shit, indeed.

"i... i love you, too."

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hysteria-things · 1 year ago

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TREEHOUSE

based off of this, this, this, & this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!nate x virgin!sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reminiscing your relationship with nate where it all started: in his treehouse.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, p in v, praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,181

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: day ONE of nate week!

so pumped😇

creaking from the wooden panels of nate’s treehouse sound from underneath your shoes. some would say treehouses aren’t for nineteen-year-olds, but your boyfriend will strongly disagree.

it still stands after almost two decades, hundreds of memories made here with him and your older brothers. it’s been a while since you’ve been up here, but even if he doesn’t admit it, you can tell nate still hangs out from how tidy it is.

“you still have the pirate hats.” you giggle, pointing to them neatly placed on a shelf above the small sofa he has against the wall.

each hat matched your personalities, with your names written in your favorite colors. they’re faded by now, but you can still make the writing out.

christopher. matthew. nicolas. nathan. y/n.

your brothers are wonderful with you dating their best friend because nate liked you for years. ever since you were children; and he never gave up on you.

summer break is a kid’s favorite time of year. the sun is shining, the nice weather, hanging out with your friends day by day. it’s great.

four boys bicker in front of the ladder, and a young y/n is sitting on the porch steps playing with her dolls.

“dude, just ask already!” chris argues, holding a fake pirate hook in his hand.

“yeah, what’s taking so long?” nick chimes in.

matt’s arms are crossed over his chest. “he’s got a little crush on our sister, that’s why.”

“i do not!” nate yells, eyepatch over his eye and his pirate hat lopsided. he stomps his feet in a tantrum-like manner. “girls probably don’t even like playing pirates!”

they bicker for seconds more, until matt’s had enough and pushes the boy toward you. he hesitates, but walks to the stairs. “hey, y/n!” he exclaims, taking a seat next to you.

you smile, setting your toys down. “hi, nate.”

“would you— um…” he turns to the triplets, and they motion him to hurry up. he sighs, looking back at you. “would you like to play pirates with us? there’s an extra hat.”

bringing your finger to your chin, you think and then nod. “sure! i’d love to play pirates!”

nate grins from ear to ear, grabbing your hand and leading you toward your siblings.

that’s not the only heirloom hidden in plain sight. the screws are still stuck in the wall where the NO GIRLS ALLOWED sign used to be until you guys started hanging out alone and he threw it away immediately.

there are still old decorations from previous years, like the spongebob blanket or the mario and luigi plushies. as he got older, though, the decorating became more mature.

another core memory is when he asked you to be his girlfriend right where you’re standing. well, he tried to ask, but he couldn’t get the words out.

“can i ask you something?” nate questions, refusing to make eye contact as he fidgets with the gaming controller in his hand.

you nod. “of course.”

“so, um… do you want to, uh—” he stammers as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you giggle.

“um, y’know. do you want— uh, to be— um—”

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend, nate?” you ask, smirking while raising a brow.

his face heats up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah.”

the sound from the small TV completely fades, your inner thoughts taking over instead. now, it’s nighttime, and the fairy lights in the treehouse make the room dimly lit.

your head rests on his chest, his heartbeat soothing to your ears.

even though you guys have been together for a while now, you’ve never done it. hell, you’re still a virgin. nate’s been patient with you every step of the way. “what’re you thinking about?” he asks.

shaking your head to snap out of it, you look up, already seeing him staring down at you. “nothing.”

he knows you’re lying, and patiently waits there until you sigh. “i’m ready.” you start as he listens intently. “i want to… have sex… with you.”

he smiles warmly, taking a piece of hair and placing it behind your ear. “are you sure?”

nodding, he then starts to lean into where his lips ghost yours. “yeah?” he whispers, your eyes set on his mouth, so badly wanting to kiss him.

the softness of his lips syncing with yours has your legs squeezed together. he leans more in, deepening the kiss while also laying you flat on the cushions. your knuckles turn white to how hard you’re gripping on his shoulders when he starts to remove your pants and underwear.

“you’re tense.” he points out, rubbing the outside of your thighs in a soothing motion. “relax.”

you didn’t realize how tense your body was until he pointed it out. taking a deep breath, he starts to untie his bottoms.

“breathe for me, okay?” he reassures, lining himself up before slowly moving his pelvis forward. it hurts for sure, but it’s more of a pressure feeling. “relax.” he says again, feeling your anxiety.

a pained moan leaves your lips once he’s in, and it just hits you that your childhood friend, who turned into a crush, and is now your boyfriend is inside of you. “you okay?”

you nod, taking his hand in yours. “i know you tell your brothers everything but—” he cuts himself off with a groan when his dick twitches, desperately wanting to move. he starts to thrust his hips slowly, low whines tickling from your throat. “for my own sake, don’t tell them about this.”

his thrusts get gradually faster, but they’re soft so he doesn’t hurt you in any way. the pain soon turns to pleasure, arms wrapping around his neck. he keeps asking if you’re okay every two minutes, so to shut him up you kiss him passionately.

“nate.” you exhale, licking your lips and lifting your head slightly to look at where you’re conjoined. his dick is coated with your juices, the slap of your thighs banging together.

“nathan.” you moan louder, throwing your head back and arching.

“you’re letting me fuck you so well.” he grunts when your walls clench around him. “you’re so pretty; i love you so much.”

your eyes widen in surprise. it could be the intensity of the moment, but that’s the first time he’s ever said those words. “i-i love you too.”

clenching again, your legs twitch with each movement of his hips. “i-i’m going to cum.”

he pecks your forehead. “go ahead, baby. you’re doing so good for me.”

you whimper, your orgasm flowing out of your pussy and onto his base. he fucks you a little more through your high, before pulling out and painting your stomach white.

whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he lays on top of you, rubbing his hands all over your body. “i meant what i said, by the way. that i love you.”

you smile, blushing at the same time. “so did i.”

that’s when you realized your relationship will only blossom from here, all because of this goddamn treehouse.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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ma1dita · 1 year ago

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to catch a thief

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> love like a blister | next -> solipsism words: 3.7k summary: (post-TLT, sea of monsters compliant/spoilers) The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. Your reunion with Luke is nothing you both could have ever expected. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader) a/n: sorry for the post birthday hiatus on this, hope you like it! crack banter but err... she got a lil angsty (posted 3/22/24, semi-edited)

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When you wake up to the gentle rolling of the sea, it feels like a comforting embrace in a distant dream. Tangled within pristine white sheets, you could smell the salt through the small opening in the bay window–though this was a far cry from a fairytale conjured by your mind.

This was your reality.

You wouldn’t call it a nightmare per se, but the circumstances were definitely less than preferred.

This is not the CSS Birmingham. No, that went up in flames. Retracing your steps to what led you to this—cushy cruise line of a prison, you reckon it’s been a few days now since you’ve become a stowaway, or a hostage. You haven’t quite decided yet.

Gods, this is what you get for passing up on that summer research internship.

Dropping off Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson at camp was supposed to be a fun walk down memory lane—until meeting with your dad, finding out Thalia’s tree had been poisoned, watching Chiron get fired, and essentially getting kicked out by the troll of a man who originally got sent to the Fields of Punishment for marketing the taste of human flesh made you remember that nothing at camp is the way it used to be.

Not like before, when you and Luke used to run it.

Your dad told you to go home and wait till you were needed. Home. Driving away from it this time around was harder than you thought it would be. You’d never been the patient type, and to drop everything just because a god told you to?

Hilarious, really.

But almost a week later, after rejoining your friends on an undead ship that you let the kids commandeer, your vital mistake was thinking that Clarisse’s quest would be a breeze. Rookie move, since the last one you were on left you almost as scarred as Luke was. Even thinking of him now, you run your thumb over the rough patch of skin on your palm.

At the very least you hoped Tyson was okay. The last memory you have of the young Cyclops was watching him from your place on the ladder as he stopped the engines from overheating. Maybe it was the ex-head counselor in you, or your increased threshold to pain, but there was no way in hell you were leaving that kid behind.

The sound of voices from outside your door gets louder now, your throat feeling like you’ve been swallowing wads of cotton and a persistent ringing in your ear that hurts just as bad as when you watch Chris Rodriguez walk in with a plate of food. The last one he slid through the door bumps against his boot, still uneaten and he sighs.

“So what, you’re on a hunger strike now? I forgot how difficult you could be.”

You bark out a laugh. Thankfully it’s loud enough that it almost conceals the rumble of your stomach. Gritting your teeth, you mumble, “Wish it could be an idiot strike. I forgot how much of a bitch you are when it comes to your brother, Rodriguez. How long are you going to keep me here? It’s been days.”

Your former friend rolls his eyes at your dramatics like he doesn’t hold the key to your freedom.

“Three since you woke up, actually. Come on, you’ve gotta eat, or I’ll get my ass kicked,” he grumbles. You raise an eyebrow at that, walking towards the window to dodge the uncomfortable tension that fills the room. He plucks an apple slice off your plate.

“He couldn’t splurge on a balcony view? Monsters aside, it’s not like you’ve reached full occupancy.”

“There are more mortals here than you think. To be honest, he was worried you would find a way to overthrow us,” the tanned boy admits, placing the tray on the dresser. It was always a wonder to him how you and Luke were more alike than you think, even now—even when Luke hasn’t come to see you. Talking to you reminded him that you’re both pains in his ass, and Chris was still unsure of who to be more wary of, but he’s been in charge of watching you for the most part.

“Well tell your stupid captain he has no right to be worried about me. I’d much rather try to jump if given the opportunity.”

There’s no response, so you turn to face Chris who’s eating a croissant with a bashful grin.

“Seriously dude?”

“Listen, I’m hoping if I think of the right words to say, he’ll come in and deal with you himself. Opposite sides of a war and you’re still both giving me a headache. Just like old times,” he chuckles, flakes of pastry dotting across his chest plate. Your mouth quirks into a bitter smile. Old times, when Luke would shove you if he couldn’t think of a reply fast enough. When you’d punch him to get your point across if he wasn’t listening. How a kiss could end any waging war between the both of you.

You swallow, turning slowly to watch your reflection in the glass of the windowpane.

Why hasn't he come to see you? The first day, you remember spending out on the sea—treading water with no land in sight, calling out to your friends until your voice went hoarse, but you didn’t cry. You know better than to show weakness now, even when no one’s around. Chris tells you over a gulp of orange juice that you washed up next to the Princess Andromeda on the second day like it was fate. Though fate was never truly that kind to anyone; it felt like it was laughing in your face. Knocked out cold for two days after, and ignoring all of Chris’s attempts to keep you alive in the days that followed, you’ve been in this room ever since. You barely notice Chris’s departure.

Entering the ensuite bathroom, you splash your face and sip on water from the tap before stopping at the doorway. A shadow flits at the seam near your feet, someone standing just out of sight when you peer through the peephole.

But you know Luke’s there. Sons of Hermes have almost undetectable footsteps, however, Luke walking in and out of your life for as long as he has—there’s no inconceivable way to not know him. Perhaps you couldn’t hear the sound of his feet, but there’s a way the wind shifts your hair, your heart slowing in ease at his presence, and the scent of him reminiscent of skin kissed with the peel of an orange. The skin you used to kiss and greet and know like your own.

The shadow fades just as your hand reaches out towards it, leaving like he always does. Always out of reach.

Even as the Princess Andromeda continues to set sail upon the calm waters of the Atlantic Coast, you look out to the unending horizon and still feel like you’re drowning.

—

“Status report, soldier?”

Chris rolls his eyes, popping the last piece of apple into his mouth as he strolls into the command deck. The both of you had a flair for the dramatic—it serves as his reminder of why you two worked so well. Luke is sitting in his captain’s seat, watching the waves crash against the hull as the sun begins to set on the skyline.

“She’s angry. Anyone would be if they were locked up like that.”

“Well, yeah, but tell me something I don’t know. Something useful, Rodriguez,” Luke says, flicking his pocket knife closed. It’s still sticky with the juice of the fruit, catching onto his finger. He hisses, but then the sound of loud footsteps boom down the corridor, along with the sound of maniacal laughter as the door slams open. The two sons of Hermes look at each other curiously, knowing it all too well.

“You know, the next time you send a 9-year-old to stand guard, remember to not make it the one we used to throw into the lake,” you drawl, sauntering into the bridge and looking around until your eyes land on your ex, “and also remember that you taught me how to pick locks.”

Ethan Nakamura heaves behind you, hands on his knees before he stands to attention and salutes his captain.

“Sir, I was just following orders… and I’m not 9 anymore!” he snaps, glaring at you. Laughing at the absurdity of the situation makes it easier to get through. You thought being surrounded by the undead on the CSS Birmingham was scary enough, but standing in a room with ghosts from your past was somehow worse. Honestly, you learned a lot more by being in that room than if you were to jump ship like you wanted to.

“I taught you how to tie your shoes, Ethan. You’re always gonna be a little kid to me,” you scoff, brushing him aside and walking towards Luke, “your new digs are fancy, by the way. I could tell by all the teenage soldiers chasing me through the tourists.”

He stands up and meets you head to head, as the both of you inspect each other closely.

It’s been a long year without you.

You look thinner. You’ve lost the softness in your cheeks and your eyes are tired. He wonders what you chose to major in, who your roommates are, if you still think of him with a smile on your face. You’re still beautiful.

“You know me, I like to travel in style,” Luke says offhandedly, a half smile on his face. For someone leading a war against the gods, he’s calm in your presence.

“Back when I knew you, we traveled in a tin can that we also called a car.”

His clothes are nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in. He looks really fucking good, for someone on the run. It’s almost frustrating to see how brawny he’s gotten, muscles rippling as he crosses his arms. You suppose he has nothing to do now but practice and spar (that or he’s definitely flexing for you). Pulling at the drawstring of the joggers you wear, you realize his initials are embroidered on the pocket. Pretentious fuck. Did he change you once you got on board?

Chris and Ethan suddenly get the feeling that they’re interrupting something—a reunion in a blockbuster romantic movie they’ve seen the mortals play out on the ship deck’s projector on Friday nights. The two of you stand there arguing like a married couple despite the fact you are no longer lovers and the bickering continues even when more of Kronos’ army files in. You laugh again at the sight of children walking in—some strangers, others you’ve sung to sleep in cabin 11, all still children, even back from the time before when laughter didn’t have to have a reason, light and airy in the summer sun.

“You’re sick, you know that? Did you just plan to let me rot in that room until it was all over? You didn’t even talk to m—”

“Classic, you’re more mad that I didn’t talk to you over the fact that you’re a prisoner,” he seethes, but you don’t stand down—not now or ever.

“Prisoner? I walked out and none of your Boy Scouts could do anything about it!”

His face is turning red now, jaw tightening at the angst but deep down he misses this—the banter, the thin line between hate and love you both tread on. You may be a damsel. But you were not in distress.

To further prove your point, you swing an arm toward one of the boys in black (their uniforms were annoyingly corny), and they all take a step back toward the wall. Your eyebrows furrow, “What type of prison has guards terrified of the prisoner?”

He shrugs, “It was only time before you came and found me. I even gave you a bay window.”

That was not the right thing to say.

“I’ll fucking kill yo—”

“Sir? So do we try and detain her, or….” one of the demigods you don’t know interjects, and Chris Rodriguez sucks at his teeth before he responds.

“Alright. We’ve seen enough of the show. Everyone file out and let Castellan reunite with his girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

“Girlfriend…”

The both of you look at each other, one in anger, the other in sheepishness now that you’re alone. It's even funnier that neither of you deny it.

“You left me there in that room, and by the sight of things around here you prefer being in the company of monsters than being with me, so by the gods, what do you want, Castellan?”

You fall into the captain’s chair exasperatedly, watching him watch you.

“I’m giving you a choice,” he says simply. “You can stay here with me, or you can go.”

“A choice? You captured me to tell me I have a choice,” you spit, as if that was the stupidest thing he could say. “You didn’t give me a choice when you left me.”

“It was a matter of the circumstances. And I didn't capture you—are you mad that I betrayed everyone or not, because I can’t really read you right now, Trouble…”

Your eye twitches and your hands are in fists across your lap. Another wrong thing to say.

“Keeping me here until I get the nerve to talk to you is not a choice, asshole. Do you think you could just hide me away until the bad part’s over? To save me until everything's good enough for you?” Your eyes catch onto the droplets of blood that fall onto the hardwood flooring near your feet. His hand is bleeding, and like it’s nothing of the sort you reach out for it.

Luke thinks that if he lets you your hand will still perfectly fit in his, so after a moment, he pulls his hand away out of your reach. Pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket (also embroidered with his initials—note to self, never let a son of Hermes have money), you stand to wrap it around his hand to stop the bleeding. You pretend not to notice his heartbeat increase through the throbbing of the cloth.

“Don’t let my actions make you believe that what we had wasn’t good, Trouble.”

“Stop calling me that. Why are they all scared of me? Why won’t you let me touch you?” you whisper, putting pressure on his finger until the blood clots. It doesn’t even hurt, to tell you the truth. Not touching you when you’re right here in front of him is a pain he can’t find the words to describe. But what he’ll never understand is that he’s right. You two were good together. You’d have him through the bad too, if only he let you.

“Because you might think you can fix me.” Or worse, you might change his mind. You don't have to say you love him for him to know it. A part of him wishes he didn’t have to do all of this to prove to you he feels the same.

“Would you have left with me?” he mutters. A wistful look cuts through your anger and he knows he’s finally said something right. His pocket knife is on the control board and your hands drop to your side again when you realize that he may have forgotten to tell his battalion of who you are to him, but he still remembers how you like your apples cut. The silence is loud, even with the twinge that comes with the pain in your eardrum as you sway a little on your feet. Your body still knows it can relax with him, knees buckling with a false sense of security despite your willpower.

“I would've made it so that there was no other option for you but to want to stay.”

A soldier bursts through the door and apologizes for the intrusion, but the both of you have found out all you need to know. The moment is over and Percy Jackson has been captured by the army in his efforts of trying to save the day. There’s a look shared between the two of you that wonders if this will become a trend.

—

Licking your lips as your… Luke guides you out onto the main deck with your hands behind your back, you can taste the salt in your air. It’s almost as evident as the surprise in your friends’ faces when they see you alive. This time, they don’t question your allegiance but in the chaos that ensues, for a moment, you do.

For a moment, you wonder what would change if you decided to stay with him. Would the sky fall under your feet? Would the gods kneel like Luke said they would? Looking at him in your periphery, you realize it’s not what the both of you want, even if it’s the easier way out—to be together despite it all.

The two of you against the world instead of the world against the both of you.

But he won't even touch you—he’s holding you over the sleeves of your shirt, too scared of what you’ve become in his absence. You suppose you’re scared of what he’s become too.

The realization hits that you could defect from your friends, family, and home. You could undo everything that you and your friends have worked towards. But nothing he can say will change the fact that he didn’t choose you.

Luke was right, then.

You did have a choice, one that he still forces you to make as you nod at Percy to flip his last drachma into the open water, opening a direct line of communication to your father to catch the thief—of both lightning and the beat of your heart, in the act.

You realize that if the gods were the least bit grateful that you’ve kept their kids alive for the past half-decade, perhaps fate would be on your side and Luke would still be yours. But life has a funny way of working itself out when Luke admits to the open air of another crime to tack onto his list.

“Kronos was right. I should’ve killed you, Percy.”

The son of Poseidon goads Luke into another duel and you survey your surroundings for a way out. Annabeth burns holes into the side of your head and it gets you thinking, moving faster than you have in days as you walk towards her and Grover. At the raise of your hand, the demigods holding onto the pair drop to the deck, incapacitated with illusions of madness they will never comprehend. The more of them that surround you drop like flies as Luke’s eyes flicker between you and the boy he has at swordpoint.

You’ve gotten stronger in his absence—you never needed to touch him to use your powers after all. Just waiting for the right moment to strike, attacking when Luke finally let his guard down for you. He cracks his neck, knowing you’ve made your choice, so he makes his.

“Get them.”

The monster scrambles across the deck but it approaches you first, clawing at the wood and barely missing your feet as you scream for help, defenseless without a sword and you hear Luke yell your name in alarm before a punching glove-tipped arrow sends it hurtling overboard.

Your eyes lock with his again as you disembark with the Party Ponies, you with your crew as he corrals the mess you made of his. It has to be the salt air that makes your eyes seem a little misty.

Your fates have always been tied.

You protect your home, and he does what he can to protect you. Luke looks over your form like he’s checking if you’re okay, even from a distance— and it makes you wonder if this is how it's supposed to be. Someone leaving, and the both of you apart.

It’s weird to be the one leaving this time, but it isn't as easy as Luke makes it seem each time he does it.

You avert your eyes once you see him put his hand in his pocket, him finding what you snuck in on the way to the deck. Luke pulls out a leather bracelet with a black camp bead, the one he missed in the year he’s been gone. He rolls the bead between his fingers, the thing you last touched before leaving him, an emblem of his archnemesis and the summer that changed everything—the consequences of his actions ripping you away from him. When he slides it on his wrist, it lightly clinks against the hilt of his sword, the lone clay bead a force of its own against Backbiter's reverberating power. He feels nostalgia for what could have been crawling through him—though Luke supposes he’s always been too vulnerable when it comes to you.

Is this what you’ve been feeling every time he walks away?

It starts to rain after you leave. Luke watches his crew take cover from the downpour, running in all different directions to hide away from the storm that ravages the Princess Andromeda.

But he stands still, looking up at the sky and hating it for how openly it’s able to cry. Luke is far away from home again—from you and it makes him wonder how much longer he’ll have to be away from you when being with you is what he truly wants.

The mission continues and the ship keeps pushing forward even as the rain washes over him, soaking through his armor and straight to the bone. Raindrops pelt through every crevice, though this onslaught is much kinder, more gentle, even when it’s angry. He closes his eyes and lets it touch his skin.

For a moment, it feels like you.

—

A hand penetrates the tide searching for yours, gripping onto your unconscious one. He’s spent hours ripping holes through time to try to find you, an advantage given to him in a dream by the Titan. The agreement, what keeps him from not running back to you is that you live—and as Luke pulls you out of the ocean waterlogged and turning blue, he wonders if it’s all a farce.

Losing you isn’t worth the wrath of the gods if you’re lifeless in his arms like this.

He shouts your name, pumping your chest with his fists and breathing life back into your lips until you cough out saltwater, head lolling against his knee. Luke’s fingers stroke your hair, touching you for the first time in a year. As life slowly brings the color back into your cheeks he silently thanks Hestia for keeping your flame alight. His soldiers call out to him from the deck, and he steels his resolve as he rows the lifeboat back to the ship. Still, Luke has to uphold his side of the agreement.

He wonders if you’d stay. Even if he knows the answer, Luke wonders if you would ever change it for him.

—

And they tell me you are evil and I answer: Yes, I know. –Patricia Smith

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