#i love them so vv much <3

[deadpoets]

To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

#rogue one #star wars #rogueoneedit #swedit #rebelcaptain #rebelcaptainedit #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyncassian #*mine #in honor of my new url ! #i love them so vv much <3 #*250 #*mygifs #*500

[astralstarlight]

sleep habits !

w/ layla and mona

a/n: this has just been me manifesting that i'll get c6 layla <3 i love her and mona so much!!

Layla sleeps in short bursts – a couple hours here and a few minutes there. When she actually does fall asleep, it���s restless sleep. Sometimes she gets the proper eight or nine hours a night, and yet, it feels like she’s gotten nothing. It doesn’t matter to her anymore. Her body might need the rest but her brain simply won’t let her have it.

She stretches her whole body with a quiet huff, taking the time to look around her. The House of Daena keeps its doors open indefinitely, so most nights it’s crammed with other students, trickling off bit by bit once they’ve had a decent amount of progress on their work. Tonight, it’s just her. All the bright lights are causing her eyes to feel like they're on fire. Archons, how long has she been sitting here just sketching?

Her eyes trail back down to the table. Scattered sketches strewn across it, each diagram annotated with her neat handwriting. Your padded shoes step across the cold floors of the Akademiya, echoing throughout the empty building. She hears you before you even turn the corner and come into view. 

“Layla?” Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly, and you’re holding a hot cup of…  Layla tilts her head. Is that tea? As you get closer, she gets the chance to really look at you. Dark eyebags loom under your normally bright eyes, and you blink slowly, the tired blinks of someone abruptly awoken from sleep. 

Layla feels guilt churning inside her stomach, twisting and kniving its way up her throat. “Sorry,” she murmurs. “I still need a few more minutes to summarise.” 

“Okay.” 

She expects you to go back to bed, return to the comforts of home, away from the harshness of fluorescent lighting and back to the natural lights from the stars shining through the open window. What she doesn’t expect is for you to continue to pad across to her side, taking the chair next to her with a muffled huff. Her eyes follow your motions, watching as you cross your arms under your head, pushing the cup towards her, and shutting your eyes. 

She swallows. “Won’t you be more comfortable back in bed?” 

You mumble something that sounds suspiciously like an insult, and Layla raises an eyebrow. You slide one eye open, peering at her as she’s frozen in her seat, hand still grasped around her pen. “You’re not there.” You say, louder and clearer. The cup is nudged just a little bit more in her direction. 

Layla knows that smell. She’s made it for you, so many times in the past. A warm cup of tea, for drowsiness and restful sleep. You know it doesn’t work for her too, she’s told you that repeatedly. Still. Layla takes the cup in her hands, taking a single sip and feeling the warmth run through her bones. A contented sigh leaves her lips. Still, it doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like being taken care of every once in a while. The thought does count after all. 

You’re leaning up on your hand again, eyes barely open to look at her. “If you want me to go, you’ll have to drag me back with you.” The threat does not really feel like a threat when Layla knows for a fact that you will doze off again within the next ten minutes.  

Instead she smiles, a small smile towards your sleepy state. “Then stay.” Layla replies, setting the cup down. She sees you out of the corner of her eyes getting comfortable again, and she almost begins to tidy her drawings into a pile. But she doesn’t, and soon enough, she hears your breathing become quieter and even. Everything in the library becomes still, once again. 

Layla finishes her work just before dawn, and she celebrates with a yawn, stretching out on her chair before deflating back into a relaxed stance. It’s finished. An accurate map of the stars lays in front of her, charted to precision again. She glances over to you, still asleep. You’ve barely moved at all during the night. 

She brings her fingers to brush the strands falling over your face, pausing as you wriggle in your sleep, and resuming the motions once she’s sure you’ve settled. 

“There’s no way I’m strong enough to carry you back, silly.” She whispers, followed by a kiss on your forehead. 

So she settles for this instead: dragging her chair closer to yours and curling up next to you in the same position, elbows and knees touching. Matching her breathing with yours is easy enough, and she sinks into a deep sleep with no dreams. 

And even when you wake up the next morning with intertwined hands, complaining of a stiff neck and missing your first class of the day, Layla still knows, from the grin on your face, that you don’t really regret a bit of it at all. 

Mona dreams vividly. She dreams of the past, the present and the future in torn fragments. It’s voices and screams, and then languages she cannot name, and at its worst, she dreams of fire and burning, and wakes up in a cold sweat. The worst of nightmares tend to happen just before she wakes up to find you’ve disappeared from the bed next to her. The sheets are rumpled and there’s a distinct dent in your pillow from where you lay, so she knows she hasn’t been imagining you there.  

And yet, where were you? Rarely do you disappear on her like this, and whenever it does occur, it’s because you’ve had something big on your mind. Restless nights. Sleep does not come easy to the both of you. 

Perhaps she shouldn’t curse the two of you like this just by thinking it, but Mona has always had a distinct feeling that the cause of your distress may have been because your stars have become aligned with hers. Intertwined perhaps. She hasn’t dared to consult the stars to be certain of it. She doesn’t want to see the blatantly obvious star-crossed lovers label over the relationship between you and her, and she certainly doesn’t want to guess at the ending it may have. For once, curiosity hasn’t gotten the best of her. Yet. 

Mona tugs her shoes on over her feet, walking the few paces to her front door and yanking it open, prepared to hunt the streets (and forests) of Mondstadt to search for you, only to find you right outside the door. She freezes in her steps. You’re leaning against the handrail outside her house, arms crossed and looking upwards. 

Mondstadt’s lights are nowhere near bright enough to dull the night sky. It lays itself before the both of you, stretched endlessly and filling the dark space with twinkling stars. At the sound of the door opening, you take a sharp breath in. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, at the same time that Mona states: “you didn’t wake me.” 

The two of you share a smile. Mona waves the issue away with her hand, moving in to stand next to you. 

You sigh. “What was it this time?” 

“Fire and destruction.” Mona shrugs. This sort of dream has been happening a lot recently. “I don’t know where or how.” 

“They’re just dreams, you know? They don’t need to have a proper meaning to anything.” 

Mona knows this. She knows there isn’t any point placing validity and reason on things completely out of her control, and there is definitely no point in trying to pull substance from something she can barely remember after she opens her eyes. But these dreams… “They’re too vivid.” She says at last, fingers twirling at the ends of her hair. She wears her hair loose to bed, unravelled from the usual updo for daytime travel. 

A gentle tug on both of her fingers pulls her towards you, and you’re running your thumb over her knuckles as a sort of comfort. “Yes, but you really can’t do anything about them until you know they’re a proper issue. Or until the stars show you something different.” Mona opens her mouth to retort, but you brush a finger over her lips. “I’m not telling you to forget about it. Just…” You trail off, evidently at a loss for what you wanted to say. 

But Mona gets it. She sends a confident nod back to you. “Then you’re not allowed to worry for tonight either.” She intertwines your hands properly. “Come back inside with me.” 

When Mona decides on something, there’s not really much you can do to argue about it. So you let her chastise you about not going out dressed warmly and you let her guide you back under the covers. You hadn’t even noticed you were shivering until she reprimanded you about it. Mona tucks you in, making sure all but your face is under the blankets before clambering in herself and curling up next to you. 

As always, you fall asleep quicker than she does, and Mona is left staring at your sleeping form with one arm thrown over your side. 

She watches peacefully for a moment, before her mind returns to her own. 

Yes, there are things out of her control. There have always been things out of her control. There will always be things that she wishes would never come to an end, but endings are a constant of life. Despite this knowledge of a universal truth, she still wants this. She still wants you and her to be in her control, avoiding disaster after disaster. So she sends a little prayer instead, to keep you here beside her for as long as you both will it to be. 

Barely satisfied with all she can do, she drifts off to sleep. It’s a restful sleep this time when you’re by her side. She dreams of nothing of great importance that night, but she wakes up to the sun on her skin, and the feeling of softness and warmth. 

#— alathea writes #genshin x reader #layla x reader #mona x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #i love them both vv much #this is also completely unedited atm so please look away from grammar mistakes etc <3 #layla genshin impact #mona genshin impact

[warblercore]

rocky horror glee album arrived in the post today and despite the lack of episode stills in the booklet the package design is very cool and fun (i love the blood-splatter design oooo spooky slushie!!!!)

#ty to second hand cd sellers i love you #i have now completed the cd collection (s1-3) #the s4-6 albums are impossible to find/afford so here is where the journey ends!! #this does not include the christmas albums. i do not want to own those lol #liking something that most of the world has moved on from means that i rarely ever have to spend more than £3 on an album #it also means that the booklets have strange stains on them but i try not to think about that too much #s3 is where the booklets really took off like!!!!!! the pictures in there are so good and i like having the cds for things like that #packaging design is vv important when making an album

[heffrondriving]

oh well, at least seeing my fave boys re-recording paralyzed in the studio instantly cheered me up ahh ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა they just sound so good and never miss with those stunning vocals!!! 💖 istg if this song doesn't happen bc of all this brainrot tomfoolery abt it i'm going to throw hands >:((

#kendall in his Cool Dad™ shades aND HIS LIL BEARD STROKE BEFORE SINGING GOT ME FLOORED TALENT IS STORED IN THE SCHMIDT SCRUFF CONFIRMED!!!! #also the way ken smiles proudly at carlos and claps while he kills it on the mic;; my soul is entirely cleansed +1000 kenlos love hp :'>✨ #ALSO YESSS FINALLY JUSTICE FOR MORE CARLOS SONG PARTS PLEASE AND THANK YOU VV MUCH!!! <3 #i never really talked abt it here but please know that his chorus in honey is one of my most favourite things in the world ever and it's a #HUGE reason why honey is my most fave new btr song so far. smth about it just itches my brain and sends me into excited zoomies like a pup #my hopes for this is that they really amp the new instrumentals. like proper rock levels with distorted guitars and crunchier mixing ykyk #make us really feel that hype!!! it's one of the main reasons paralyzed has never quite been up there for me but that's only bc i'm an emo #pop-punker metalhead loser with too many expectations who's been dying to cover said song in a mad post-hardcore style forever so yeah #i wamnt them to release paralyzed so bad;; if y'all asinine fucks screwed this for everyone up big time i am going to turn into the joker ! #n e way *makes shitty meme on my directly on my google photos to cope with the online stress and dreadful waiting and hits post* #btr #big time rush #kendall schmidt #carlos penavega #paralyzed #song #video #rusher #stop it forever #big time songs #good luck loverboy #do pretty girl don't speak

[fairyhaos]

wait yena i'm really confused 😭😭 i thought you said joshua was your bias? is he not???

ah im sorry anon 😭 im probably being really confusing right now

haha okay no more messing around and i'll answer straight from now on:

*ahem* my svt bias is joshua, minghao is my bias wrecker, and seokmin is the pretty bf vocalist that lives in the corner of my head 24/7 !

ive kind of adopted junhui into another corner of my brain bc of the Powerful brainrot he gave me, and recently ive been wrecked by wonwoo but joshua is, ultimately, still my bias <3

(dk's my icon bc i love this photo sm and my user is fairyhaos bc i love fairy minghao)

#josh is vv firmly my bias dw it Is actually him #he holds my heart so firmly that no one else can compete #plus my hands are full w the 2 guys in my head not paying rent + hao so i cant gain another person haha #fairyhaos.answers #ask #also I just like pretendinf the other members are my bias bc. i talk abt them all so much #lovely anon <3 #anon ask

[astarriscus]

i think kazuha would be very nice to exchange letters and poems with

#he reminds me of someone w an old school kinda romance. even in a modern au? #theres beauty in simplicity and in doing things by your own hands (wholly by yourself) #i want to make haikus for him. or he shld make haikus for me. surhwujdjsodnskd #i both kin and romantically like kazuha okay #duhdhehdjdhwjdjjdi <333 #✩⤻; rambles ! #hmmmhmh i wrote this during my simp pass in ebg but then forgot abt it after ... oh well >< #i like making poetry n stuff !! might assign them to some characters but i also dont want anyone to steal my stuff so. :< <//3 #gna put this in kazuha x reader bcs y not LMAO #most of these rambles r in the tags but wtv we go 💪🏼✨ #hmmm kazuha likes decorating the letters he gives to u i think #not anything extremely extravagant but if he finds a leaf or wtvr !! an object that can serve as a reminder that hes there w u #even far away yeah ? bcs he loves you vv much :] #i feel like hes good w words in poetic stuff snd all but i kind of hc hes not the best w being straightforward #tell him to make a poem and he'll do it easily. ask him to talk abt his feelings and he won't be very good at it ? #ik i had a tag for hcs i have for characters but i cant rmbr anymore ... gahhh #anyways yeah ! kazuha is rlly such a romantic at heart i think. maybe im self projecting but i think he wants to love and be loved vv much #:(( ykyk yeah? and also that he prolly grew up w stories and fairytales n all that !! he holds them vv close to his heart hehe #tag later #kazuha x reader

[seelestia]

okay, but that feeling when someone goes thru several of your works and then decides to follow you is indescribable.

(also, happy 6-month anniversary to this blog! it's been half a year already?? anyway, woohoooo 🎉)

#in a vv /pos way ofc! #it's like wdym my works manage to make someone decide that i was worth following?? #LIKE ME?? ME AND MY GOOFY ASS??? HUH #and sometimes i see familiar faces in my notes and it makes me so happy like 'hey i know them! they liked my work some time ago :]' #it's like seeing neighbours that you're scared to talk to but you really really really wanna shake their hands #and i just realize how much i love everyone like my moots my anons those familiar urls and all my readers #i love people (you guys) sm <3 #...lia is being sappy everybody look away #BUT YES i hope you're having a nice day/night if you've read this far! ily 🫶 #chit chat! 🍵

[cupidsbloom]

hiiiiiii omg <3333 hello !!!!!! (happy anniversary 2 my bestie malachi [ @waams ]!!!!!!!!!)

#i posted it yesterday on insta (correct anniversary day) but posting here 2day bc September is a month u guys <3 #minas art #gonna ramble sm abt the thought process and the details btw !!! #but biggest inspo was actually a piece he did 4 our 2020 anniversary w amongus i saw it when i was going thru his art 4 refs n insp and #fr had me in tears like omg that piece had sm love in it wroww #i wanted to do smth that had our lil art trademarks in it (the eye and the sparkle) #i do not know how do-able those hand poses r </3 #but i had so much fun figuring out the vibes 4 it !!!!! #the color scheme was so hard 2 figure out tho esp bc she loves so many colors #i did wanna give her a cool minecraft shirt tho #u cant see mine but it was gonna be a plain green cami top i own #i get 2 hang out w them soon omgg i cant wait i love spending time w them #again happy 4 (?) year anniversary 2 our ring pop wedding malachi my beloved <3 #i love our married bit sm and i just wanna say im so thankful and happy 2 have someone as amazing as them in my life after so long #lov u vv much mal #husband tag

[thefoooconspiration]

I'M SORRY BUT OGGE SHARING A WHOLE BUNCH OF THROWBACK THE FOOO CONSPIRACY STUFF ON HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES HELLO????? AJO GREAT IDEA WHY DON'T I JUST BREAK DOWN AND CRY FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT THANKS

#AND I HAD TO FIND IT OUT ON OSCAR'S SHARED INSTA STORY FROM HIM OUT OF ALL THINGS PÅ JÄVLA RIKTIGT NU #AND THEN AND THEN I HAD TO FUCKIN PULL UP THEIR VV FIRST KANGAROOS VID FROM GOOGLE SEARCH BEFORE I FINALLY GOT THE MEMO BITING CLAWING ETC. #THIS IS *THE* MOMENT OH MY GOD 10 YEARS OF THE FOOO BOYS I AM SO FULL OF EMOTIONS AND MEMORIES AND PURE P A I N #YES I'VE ONLY KNOWN THEM FOR ROUGHLY SEVEN MONTHS (ONE MONTH SHY OF ONE YEAR IF YOU FIRST COUNT OMAR THOUGH) BUT IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER NOW #TBH IT'S GONNA BE FOREVER ONCE I GET MY TFC-INSPIRED TATTOO HAHAHSHSJD MANIFESTINGGG THAT'S HOW SERIOUS I AM ABOUT THEM #THIS IS ALSO EXTRA OUCH ON MY HEART (IN A GOOD WAY) WHAT WITH FO&O AND LOWKEY OGGE ERASURE BUT LOOK HOW PROUD HE IS OF THEM. FUCK I AM TOO #AND JUST THE FACT THAT THEY'RE ALL STILL FRIENDS TO THIS VERY DAY TOO I AM GONNA GNAW OFF MY ARM THINKING ABT IT AHHHHHH (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) #I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH AND I MISS THEM EVEN MORE ;-; FELIX OSCAR OMAR OGGE ARE MY RIDE AND DIES IDC I'M IN THIS FOR LIFE <3 #apologies for cryshitposting on this blog that i still haven't properly started up. man fuck work but also i might just make some fooo gifs #as a celebration. also to appease ye olde hyperfixating adhd brainworms heheh (cry for help) #fo&o #tfc #the fooo conspiracy #olly molander #olle

[astrxealis]

aooooww haurchefant deserves the world TwT <3

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #today in apollo thinking abt ffxiv ! this sunday is a thinking abt my fav elezens day <3 #i wld say aymeric is the prettiest but i'm vv biased to hyth and themis and think they're the prettiest oh well #ysayle girlboss <33 she deserves all the happiness in the world #ESTINIEN. he and eustace gbf i will never shut up abt them they deserve so much happiness. #i ditched drg after playing it since the start so i like that it kinda makes it funny w him lol #esp since i ditched it fully for rpr aka the other maiming class ... and then i ditched rpr for smn. aka the other class w dragon stuff #LSHWHDJWKDK ANYWAYS I LOVE ESTINIEN SO MUCH <3 he is the love of my life #urianger is. he is so HMHMHNRKNEIFNE also he makes me cry i love him so much

[noxtivagus]

NOOOO ffxv finished but. i still need to free 20 more gb to update n finish downloading completely T_T

#🌙.rambles #[ ffxv. ] #i was so happy thinking noct my beloved i can finally see you again #tbf i shld probably delete a lot of these videos n screenshots in ffxiv i take so so much of like msq or even just w any of my friends #i think i'll actually cry when i play xv again i'm not rlly sure but #it's.. really important to me. really really really special #😭 wnvr i see anything ffxv i still get emotional n rlly happy #we never even got the royal or wtvr edition so. apollo n i haven't played through the dlcs #YET. bcs we cld technically ask one of our friends since she has it n #god wait i'm still so drained i'm rlly sorry to my friends but #I LOVE FFXV'S OST SO MUCH UWAHH YOKO SHIMOMURA ILYSM #she rlly composed n all sm of vv dear osts to me esp in my childhood!!!! ffxv & kh3 v notable ones yesyes #I'M JUST SMILING LISTENING TO LIKE. BROS ON THE ROAD???!?! #THESE MEMORIES 🥹🫶🏼 oh my heart hdklfajklsfdjfklje #the last i properly played ffxv but be like. late 2020 or maybe i played sometime in 2021 but. in general it's really been a long time #yk i'm glad i finally stopped letting external factors like #being annoyed by fans or wtvr #in letting me enjoy smth like a game n <3 it feels so freeing #like fuck ff7 fanwars i'll forget abt them n love all my girls :// #those tifa fans annoy me a lot but i still love tifa fuck you! <3 #i'm not doing the best rn in a sense that. how do you talk to ppl i think the last i talked properly w any of my friends #was like 2 months back. november i was struggling a lot so isolation was at its peak n december's just been T_T #but now that i can rest i'm a bit better now but my mind is still hdfajdsflksdj but i'll be better i will #i love music #listening to hollow skies always makes me emotional i remember even in the game when i realized when playing through it again #that yeah. hollow. the. yk song. the same yk. YEAH. 😭😭 i still remember it really well #i really don't remember much during that time bcs of some.. old friends that. they. aghhh nah nah now's not the time to rmber that #but i don't remember much of that time at all so. remembering n returning to stuff like ff7r comforts me a lot #even w the pain from then at least i know for sure that i haven't lost this part of me yet #yk i remember posting on tumblr then when i defeated hell house & sephiroth hard mode n i got compliments from a moot n randos LMFAO

[deadpoets]

GILMORE GIRLS 02.21 | Lorelai's Graduation Day

#literatiedit #gilmoregirlsedit #rorygilmoreedit #jessmarianoedit #literati #rory x jess #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #jess mariano #dailyflicks #ohwarnette #usernivi #*mine #*mygifs #i love how rory schools her expression in the beginning #like she's so excited to see jess and she's like okay i need to play it cool #they like each soooo vv much #they're so embarrassing i love them <3

[euaphoric]

𝟎𝟏. 🥛 ✶𓏲ּ “ i want to sew all my love into you ” — [ 정국이 ]

he was comfort, security, and need, all in one. it had a name; home <3

pairing ◞⁺⊹ husband!jk x wife!reader genre ◞⁺⊹ married/domestic au, pwp, slight age difference (jk is older by 5 years)

warnings ◞⁺⊹ insane tooth-rotting fluff bc i’m in need of high dopamine levels, cute n soft smut, you’re a clingy wifey, minor mentions of anxious/sad thoughts, o/c is kinda whiny and hella attention/touch-starved, o/c just misses her bby fr, daddy kink, major impreg kink, foreplay, they get all sentimental n mushy gushy at the end agghhh, aftercare bc koo is the literal definition of the perfect husband ^_^ wc ◞⁺⊹ 4.6k

音楽 — eyes locked, hands locked by rv

i’m vv excited to be back and writing again, i missed it sm ;(( i did this poll i few days ago and this idea won but i’ve decided to write them all so this is the first of three !! (〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ+°

summer days grew humid, each was hotter than the last. though it isn’t your least favorite season, you prefer to spend most of your time indoors as the heat often makes you feel faint and the air can be suffocating. usually these lazy, torrid afternoons were shared with your lovely husband, either you two would be laid up on the sofa or in bed watching your favorite shows/movies but today went a little off schedule.

you were all alone in your bedroom, feeling a bit sulky as your husband wasn’t around to tend to your needs or give you any affection. it’s not jungkook’s fault though; he’s been toiled away since this morning, offering to help your parents move and rearrange some of the new furniture that arrived today. you decided to stay at your family beach house this summer for a change of scenery, you hadn’t been here since you were seventeen, let alone seen your parents in person since last year. spending some quality time together has been long overdue and you couldn’t be any happier about it.

both your parents absolutely adore jungkook, they thought he was the sweetest, kindest, most generous person they’ve ever met— which says a lot considering they’ve never been a fan of anyone you dated previously. when you introduced him to them a few years ago, they had slightly pre-judged him based off his outward appearance, assuming that he wouldn’t be the type to take relationships seriously or even want to settle down and get married someday. but not even hours later their perceptions of him changed drastically, your parents could tell that he was a genuine soul who loved you unconditionally and would do absolutely anything for you.

that very same day, your mom spoke with you privately to express her virtuous first impressions, saying how much she loves him already and this is who you should’ve been dating from the start. your parents had extremely high standards for your future partner, especially your mom— but jungkook exceeded every single one of their expectations, checking all the boxes off their list. “i can tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever he looks at you… he’s more than in love, he’s infatuated. the way he talks about you as if you’re the most wonderful thing to have ever came into his life— he’s definitely going to be the one you’ll marry.” your mom gets all teary eyed as she spoke those last few words, picturing her one and only daughter all grown up, in a beautiful wedding dress, finally getting to see you live your happily ever after.

not even a couple months after graduating from uni you got engaged to the love of your life, proudly getting your degree you worked your ass off for and becoming a soon to be wife. you had to move across the country for a job offer of a lifetime but it was worth it, jungkook was beyond supportive in any decision you made and was there with you every step of the way, holding your hand through it all.

shortly after moving, you two got married and the rest was history, it was stressful dealing with so many life changing events all within a span of such a short time but you somehow managed. had it not been for jungkook’s constant encouragement and willingness to work/talk things out, you would’ve been a complete trainwreck. he was the balance you needed to keep yourself afloat, you felt so lucky, more than blessed to have a caring, understanding man like him.

the more you daydream about him, the more you wished he was holding you right now. you’re feeling lonely, so empty, and a little sad, his absence fills your mind with restless thoughts, hoping that he’ll come to your rescue soon enough. before jungkook, you were highly independent, never needed anyone to take care of you because you did everything for yourself; he never gave up on gaining your trust and has shown time and time again how dependable he is. you’ll forever admire how much effort he’s put into getting to know you over the years, that no one’s ever came close to making you feel the way he does— so high as if you’re soaring through the sky, living in heaven on earth.

he was the main provider of the household, you didn’t have to worry about anything nor lift a finger, all you did was focus on your career. you had a worry free lifestyle, the perfect job, perfect husband, what was there to possibly complain about? most aren’t so fortunate to be in your position so you never took any of it for granted. you love him more than anything in this world, you couldn’t stand to be away from him for another minute, you miss your hubby so much :( you craved his presence near you, needing him around you physically, wanting his soothing touch to ease your mind.

you wanna feel his sunkissed skin against yours, his warmth, the way his scent clouds your senses as he trails kisses down the curve of your neck, tangling your fingers in his dark, wispy hair. you want to lay your head on his broadened chest while snuggling up into him, hearing the gentle sounds of his heartbeat, intertwining your small hands with his large ones. you desire for him to kiss you everywhere, leaving no surface of you going untouched, pinning your body down between him and the mattress, like a flower pressed into the pages of a book and all that’s written is his name over and over. so many different scenarios play in your head as a means to pass the time, but they can only keep you sane for so long.

you’ve grown desperate for him at this point, finally coming out of your room to see what he might be up to now, searching the entirety of the house. you ended up finding him downstairs in the living room with your mom right beside as verbal assistance, not only did he lift and move most of the furniture but now he’s helping to mount up the new TV without even breaking a sweat in the process. was there anything he couldn’t do? probably not, he was a man of endless talents. your dad was sent out to go grocery shopping so your husband was pretty much doing everything on his own while your mom simply watches in amusement.

she was yet again impressed by your husband’s handy work, “wow jungkook, you’re really strong!” he was indeed. now you’re getting flashbacks to when he’d manhandle you and lift your body with ease in one swift motion to switch positions. his hands needed to be all over you right this second or else you’ll simply die of attention starvation. “mom, are you gonna keep him busy all day? ‘m getting really boreddd.” you childishly whine as if you weren’t a fully grown, married adult. to be fair though, it’s been hours since you’ve seen him and as much as you wanted to give him some space to help out around the house, you still had your needs to. the need in question being him in your bed, immediately.

“why don’t you go sit by the pool or something? you’ve been cooped up in that room since this morning, get some fresh air!” your mom suggests an alternative to wait but you shook your head in an instant, “nuh uh, too hot, i’ll melt like an ice cream cone!” you’d rather stay locked inside your air conditioned room than having to deal with the searing hot sun baking you well done at 450 degrees. “i’m almost done sweetheart, promise.” jungkook quickly reassures before hammering one of the nails into the wall, the way his veins would protrude through his arms as he repeats the action made you mindlessly clench your thighs together. he could make anything look insanely hot, it was almost unfair.

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after another twenty minutes or so he was finally done and now free to go, thrilled to have him all to yourself once again. you practically yanked his arm off as you led him up the staircase but your mom had one more thing to say, “will you be helping us tonight with dinner? i’m making your favorite!” he turns for a second to answer, “uh- yes of course !” that enthusiastic, bunny-like smile of his that you’ve grown to love for so long never fails to make you melt, just so effortlessly pretty without even trying.

but now you realize that you only have a limited amount of time with him, great… you’ll have to wait even longer to have him exactly as you’ve imagined. there’s only so much pent up sexual frustration you can take, you’ve been patient for almost eight hours. that’s probably the longest you two might’ve gone without having sex— okay maybe that’s an exaggeration but you do have a very active sex life with your husband, you try to do it at least twice a day and if you’re both feeling a little friskier it can sometimes go up to 4-5 times~.

your sex drive used to be quite low, never really seeing it as a huge necessity for you— until you met jungkook, of course. there was an immediate sexual attraction that you felt towards him, you’ve never felt so drawn to anyone before, he was irresistible. you’ve had some internal issues with your performance in the bedroom, it took a lot for you to reach your peak but could never get yourself to finish (unless you did it yourself) but with jungkook? that’s a whole different ballgame. you could simply cream in your panties just from kissing those luscious lips of his, he ignites a fire in you that’ll never wither into ashes.

once the door to your room was closed, both his hands found purchase around your waist, caging you into him and pulling you in for a deep kiss, melting right into his hold. your bodies flowing with pure lust and greed for him, not even thinking twice as your hand travels down lower to palm him through his sweats. he let out a breathy chuckle from your sudden actions once he pulled away, “someone’s feelin’ kinda slutty tonight.” he teased, which you took no offense since that’s just your collective humor.

“mhmm, ‘m only the biggest slut for you. now stop neglecting your wifey and gimme all your love.” since he hasn’t been giving you much attention all day you were acting a bit whiny about it, jungkook didn’t like that word though, neglect? that just wasn’t something in his vocabulary when it came to you. “huh? don’t ever say that again, you know i’d never purposefully neglect you, ever.” he made sure to emphasize that, he knows you weren’t being serious but it does hurt a little to know you may secretly feel this way. he loves you and you can feel it without him even needing to say it, that’s how intense it is.

“it was just a joke koo… didn’t mean it like that.” you jut your lip into a tiny pout, leaning in to kiss him again but he turns away, denying you the void of what you wanted most. “a joke is supposed to be funny last time i checked.” he retorts before sneaking off to make a beeline towards the bed, confused when you don’t follow suit after him. “what’re you standing there for? get your little butt over here.” he impatiently demands, patting his lap for you to sit on top. you listen and make your way over to him, straddling his lap with both legs on either side of him as he brings you in closer. he wraps his arms around your waist again, tightly holding you in his grasp, your frame sinks right into his chest.

he locks his lips with yours, kissing you slowly, taking his sweet, sweet time; what’s the rush? you had the rest of the night at your disposal. needy hips languidly rock back and forth against his semi hard-on, the fabric of the pajamas shorts you wore were so thin you could feel his cock throbbing underneath. you audibly gasped when he brushes up against your weak spot, it feels amazing, your panties turned into a sticky puddle from the pleasure; moaning into the kiss as he inhales your sighs. you were more than hungry for him, you were ravenous— only the taste of him could quench your avid thirst. you’re already as close as you can be but you wish to be even closer, if it was impossible you’d crawl into his skin and fuse your bones together to become one, you’re so in love it sickens you.

“need you to touch me,” you whimper for more when his lips drew from yours momentarily, “please.”

jungkook loves seeing you like this, his pretty wife acting all hot and bothered just for him, but he’d lying if he said it wasn’t the same way for you too. “where baby ?” his warm breath against you leaves a shiver to your spine, his voice low and raspy. “everywhere.” you beg in desperation, “just wanna to feel you, need you so bad…” you continued to grind your core onto his clothed erection, becoming even whinier as time passes.

he smirks at that answer, knowing that he’s the only one that can have you in this way. “need you too baby,” his tone is nothing short of a whisper, lazily rutting his hips up to match the pace of your movement, “been thinkin’ about you all day, can’t wait to fuck this little pussy.” his middle and index finds your clit to rub through your pajamas, making you bite your lip so hard it’ll leave a bruise. you’re both so horny and desperate for each other like some hormonal teens, you’re about to explode from how sensitive you are, your whole body feels tingly.

“jungkook!” a familiar voice shouts from a distance, it was muffled but you know that was definitely your mom who just called for him. “come back downstairs, i think something’s wrong with the remote, it’s not working— help !” she sounded a bit overdramatic which is how she usually is most of the time. you groan in annoyance, getting even more frustrated that you had to stop, all you want is some private alone time with your husband but no, the universe said not today! you really wanna curse your mom for being a total cock block right now .. -_-

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“i’m gonna put a baby in you someday.” your husband casually says while rubbing your stomach, his inked skin splayed across your bare form. “in this cute little tummy right here.” he points near your belly button, planting a small kiss to it. you two were finally alone once again and this time it was for good. after jungkook helped your mom figure out what was wrong with the remote (it wasn’t broken, she just forgot to put a new set of batteries in) and ate dinner with you and your parents, the night was bound to end like this.

this isn’t the first time he’s said something like this and it surely won’t be the last, but you burst into a giggle, “quit kidding around kook.” he’s always playing around but you can count on one hand how many times he’s actually finished inside you, since you’re not on birth control for health reasons you have to be extra careful to not end up getting pregnant. there’s been a handful of times where he’s had to run to the store and get you a morning after pill which you’d just hope for the best and leave it up to the universe. you have noticed that jungkook has been more vocal about wanting children lately, so maybe he’s hinting at finally taking the next step.

“and if i told you i wasn’t?” he shifts slightly, eyes flickering up to stare into your gaze. “would you let me paint your walls ? give you a baby so i can see my stunning wife bear our children?” the thought of you carrying his child pops into his head a lot, probably on an hourly basis— he’s more than ready to start a family, but he’s still not sure where you stand 100% on the idea. there was no pressure on his side, but it’s important to make sure you’re both on the same page.

your hands snake up to his chin, cupping it firmly, ready to make the final say once and for all. “yes koo, i’ll let you do anything to me. i trust you, i trust us.” that’s all you need to withstand through any obstacle(s), trust and trust alone. if that doesn’t exist, the foundation will be sure to crumble— disintegrating into nothing. you’ve never trusted someone as much as you do jungkook, he’s the reason you even get out of bed at times, makes you want to push yourself to become a better person. real love is the refusal to never give up on one another, even through the toughest, most ugliest moments.

what you’ve come to realize is that you have all of him and everything he’s promised to provide is all yours; his heart, his last name, his vow to stay by your side forever— through sickness and health. he’s given every single aspect of himself he has to offer, the only thing left that’s missing is a tiny addition that carries both you and jungkook’s DNA. you’re more than curious to see what the outcome will be, harboring no regrets inside. jungkook’s smile grew wider, feeling faint tears rim his eyes at the thought of you putting all your trust in him. you have no idea just how much that means to him.

his head lowers back to your torso, imprinting a trail of kisses, slowly making his way down further and further. your skin feels as if it’s on fire, boiling hot like the scorching summer heat. he took an ample amount of time to worship your body, leaving wet kisses to your inner thighs, “i’ve wanted this for so long…” he hums against your flesh, insides buzzing with raw passion and desire. “want to finally do this together.” he gently nibbles, a faint bite mark appears to which he repeats on the other side. “your tits are gonna get even bigger, more plump and so full of milk,” he continues, elated with so much enthusiasm, “that pregnancy glow will make you even more gorgeous.” he wasn’t saying all of this for nothing, he truly cannot wait to experience it all, how your belly will grow each month, all the random/weird food cravings you’ll get, and gracefully handle any sudden mood swings.

you were aching for him, you couldn’t even answer back, your heads reeling with too many thoughts— the thought of him stuffing you to the brim with his cock. you were topless but wanted him to take off the rest, wanted him to fuck you until your body physically shakes and you can’t think of anything but him being buried balls deep into your sousing cunt. you had to savour every last bit of this though, etch every little detail in your brain to replay as a supercut one day; remembering the time you two made love to conceive your first child.

jungkook’s slender digits move skillfully to hook around the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your drenched panties. “it’s crazy to me how this is all mine,” he pauses to admire your glistening arousal, scooping it up with his one of his fingers to have a quick taste. saccharine. “i have the prettiest, sexiest, hottest wife in the whole fucking world.” he’ll never not compliment you, even when you’re old and gray he will always remain the same. “stopp~” you toy with your bottom lip, cheeks turning rosy at his constant sweet talk. then you become a pile of mush, simply too absorbed with pleasure as he sunk one of his digits into you, thrusting in and out slowly. “fuck.. feels s’good- please don’t stop.” you beg for this to never end, bidding all concept of time to vanish in hopes of it lasting infinitely.

“we’re going to create the most beautiful family,” he coos, licking a stripe to your clit, swiping up and down as he continued pumping his fingers in your wetness, “just you and me.” he only came up for air to say those last few lines, diving right back in to drink up your deliciousness. his tongue adds light pressure to your overly sensitive bud, making you twitch and subconsciously jolt up— his free hand forcibly brings your hips back down, locking you in place so you have nowhere to go— forced to take all that he gives you. paradise. that’s what this is. you’re already close to the edge, the broken moans that escaped your lips are like a soft ballad to his ears, cursing under your breath, panting, crying out his name repeatedly.

“ah! s’close… don’t stop, don’t stop..” you plea so pathetically, voice getting shakier as you reach your climax, his face was soaked, fucking drenched. he’ll willingly drown, submerge himself into the flood of you, no other place he’d rather be than between these perfect, plush thighs. he drives you into further insanity when his pace drew more rapid, finding the ultimate sweet spot. the lethal combination of his fingers and his tongue working to give you a mind blowing orgasm, all you could do was utter feeble, plaintive cries, latching onto his fluffy hair as you ride out your sudden high that’s stampeding into you full force. your body goes inert, limbs pliant beneath his embrace. “you did so good for me angel, m’so proud of you.” jungkook briefly pecks both your thighs, giving it a little smack once he comes back up to face you again.

he quickly discards the rest of his clothes, but everything’s moving in slow motion. his movements are frantic yet it still wasn’t quick enough, he needs to feel you so badly. his manhood throbs against your folds, sliding his shaft between the puffy, saturated lips, making such delightful sounds. “quit teasin’,” you whine, not in the mood for prolonging this anymore. he doesn’t say anything, just twisting a smile in response, but he’ll give you exactly what you want. who is he to deny his wife’s orders? so he finally enters you, filling you up little by little, inch by inch; and when he’s fully settled in, your walls clench around his length immediately. “never fails to amaze me how i fuck this little pussy on the daily but you’re still so fuckin’ tight… always squeezin’ me babe.” his breath hitched towards the end, already sounding so pussydrunk from the way you suck in the entirety of him.

your legs hook around each side of his waist, keening at the way his cock drives into you, slow but sensual, moving your hips to match his rhythm. “be good for daddy and wait for me. wanna cum together.” he husks, to which you obediently nod at his request. your jaw slacks open wide from his cock hitting your walls beautifully, each stroke he gave sent you to a further state of delirium. he picks up his speed a little more, his brain empty with no thoughts but this warm, dewy pussy swallowing him up, groaning as you leave scratches along his back. jungkook’s sweet compliments never stop, they only intensify. ‘you’re all mine, and i’m all yours baby’ ‘your face looks so pretty when it’s all fucked out’ ‘love fucking this perfect little cunt’ and ‘i love you so much, my angel baby.’ it brings you to the verge, strings of shattered moans evade your senses.

your hands greedily come up the sides of his face, pulling him in for a frenzied, yet passionate kiss caging him in just in case he has second thoughts, trapping him with no choice but to cum inside. “shit— keep going like that and you’re def getting pregnant tonight.” he groans against your lips, this only made you clench around him tighter, “please daddy- wan’ your cum, put your babies in me..” you want him to paint your walls white, milk him for all he’s worth and some. his strokes get sloppier as his high approaches, squeezing your thighs as he plunges deeper. it doesn’t take much longer for him to shoot a hefty in load inside, planting every bit of his seed as the waves of your second orgasm ripples through you. you’re both heavily panting and gasping for air, when he pulls out you’re left empty again, but at least you were stuffed with his hot cum. he looks down at the mess he’s made, sodden and creamy, picking up some that’s spilled out of your cunt to push back in. “we can’t let any go to waste, right ?” “mm… yea.” you bit your lip, still shaking, electricity flowing through your veins.

he topples over in exhaustion, way too tired to move. well, at least for now— he’ll be able to go again in another hour or so. “you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” he says while snuggling up in the crook of your neck, “remember the day i asked you out? i thought you were gonna say no.” that was random… but also jungkook is known for saying the most unexpected shit at the oddest times. “what ?” you were so confused, firstly this came out of nowhere but also why would he ever think that? it was basically love at first sight with each other. “wasn’t nearly as confident back then, i used to practice in the mirror how i’d do it.” he chuckles at those old memories, in hindsight none of it was necessary because he didn’t say any of the lines he rehearsed. defeated the whole purpose.

“since the day we first met i knew you were the girl i’d spend the rest of eternity with.” his fingers trace down your spine as he spoke, you’re so overfilled with joy that you could cry. you regret absolutely nothing, the only thing you do is all the other men who came before jungkook, all those losers who were wastes of time, but that journey has led you here and this is where you’ll stay for the rest of your life. it still feels like the honeymoon stage with him, a never ending blissful rollercoaster. “i want to sew all my love into you,” his hands danced around your skin, inhaling your natural scent, you feel so soft and smooth. “thread by thread, seam by seam, i’ll tether our intricate souls together.” you hummed to his words, he’s a romantic at heart just like you, he still writes occasional love letters to you and is always doing something to bring a smile to your face— whether it be coming home with your favorite candy, buying you flowers, or taking you out on cute, fun dates. every day is like a new surprise, never knowing what you’re gonna get when it comes to your husband’s spontaneity.

you’re both a little sticky, sweaty, and smell of nothing but pure sex. jungkook ends up carrying you all the way to the bathroom, deciding to run a nice, relaxing bath for the two of you. he adds your favorite lavender bubble bath, making the water extra bubbly and soapy for you which he knows you love. when you're both in the bathtub, your backs facing him as he uses a pink loofah to clean you up, embedding gentle kisses to the nape of your neck and shoulders as he does it. he held you for what seemed like forever, just admiring each other’s company while under the water, almost falling asleep right in his arms.

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let’s make the circle

that’s inside of us.

every day it rotates like that,

color me ☆ 彡

am trying to write longer stufff, i enjoyed writing this story a lot, lmk what you think . ! ! !

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#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jjk smut #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fic

[minasweep]

actually speaking of ocs i legitimately miss zack (lore house) so much

#mina mumbles #lore house #hes the most ever to me <3 hes such a poor meow meow truly #depending on the strand of the multiverse hes either painted in a rlly heroic (protagonist of legends!!) light or #hes the most evil guy to ever exist (bc of forces out of his control) #also sometimes he was just a silly guy he cant canonically swim he had a livestream bit he was an idol in one and he was like an evil king #i drew art of him as a mermaid once that was fun #one of the last universes we made for him was a completely reverse of what he knew (it was all a dream) so everything he knew was wrong #hes a demon of another demon who married an angel in the alt universe hes just some guy trying to tell his friends hes literally a demon #and despite having been an angel and a demon in the other universe his friends r like haha yeah sure bud #hes like rlly powerful but hes also so silly hes got one out of place strand of green hair #hes was a shared oc in a world built w an old friend he was like our self inserts bestie and worstie in lore house #it was so fun so self indulgent i miss world building w them tbh i hope theyre doing good #i only have sm of zacks/lore house stuff in old screenshots and notes theres some part of me that wishes i still had the messages but !!! #thats just how it be yk <3 i hope theyre doing well i hope they carry a bit of zack w them still hes such a silly guy #the last time we spoke we talked abt rewriting the entire thing maybe in zacks universe we did /hj #i think of remaking it sometimes bc i feel like we left zack in the void so i draw him once in a while but it doesnt have that charm i feel #i still love him vv much i treat him the same way u would a teddy bear that falls off ur bed when ur asleep yk hes just a lil guy

[sea-of-dandelions]

....so

#did you know that there was this one person i really like #and this person who's identity i've kept such a very good secret of #and this person ysee. i love vir vv much #and did you also know that every day i'm really thankful to have them in my life and be able to talk to them #and !! he makes me really happy !! and i want to remind vir of it even tho. words. yk #so !! #hehe #<3 #≋. seashells #≋. loml (lobster of my life)

[ilycosy]

❝ DO YOU MIND ? ❞ | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing : luke castellan x child of calliope!reader

summary — being the child of the mother of all muses, you're used to affections. boys and girls flock to you like you're a sweet, lovely thing, but they soon drop it when they realize that you're nothing like a muse. what happens if the camps precious, golden boy starts talking to you?

warnings : reader is a little toxic under their politeness, reader is also described to be feminine but there's no specific prns! luke is also kind of obsessive? he wants reader so bad.. not proofread (that's for babies /j)

aﾉn — i haven't written in a long time so bare with me, nor have i written for the pjo fandom ever (though ive been in it for a while..) this is also vv self indulgent (daughter of calliope here <3) so sorry if this isn't relatable ♡ lowercase intentional :)

being the child of the mother of muses has always been annoying— you've never had a break to just be. whether it be people chasing after you, or people who envy the attention you attract. there was always something, which you resented extremely.

if people were asked about you, they'd have only good things to say. you're beautiful, lovely, polite; but not a muse. it sometimes got annoying that it mattered so much to people, having others constantly talk about how you were never romantic.

you seemed to be uncomfortable with it at the very least, very few felt the resentment you held for love. those few could never confirm it though, having you reassure them that you're just a private person. ("there's no need for grand things, dear. i love you without such things." you'd say, through gritted teeth.) which is what might have drew luke castellan to you.

he saw through the politeness, observing you almost ever since you got claimed. he can picture when you got claimed, your embarrassed smile when an apollo girl had written a song for you. publicly performing it, you had lit up; literally. you were fifteen then— nothings changed in these past years.

luke can't remember all the times you've been confessed to, having songs, poems, even paintings done of you for your affection. but he can remember all the times he watched your facade crack; the way your smile stretched too wide to be real, your eyes dimming when you realized it was just another confession, or how you seemed to never interact with aphrodite boys anymore.

he finds it amusing mostly, how could such a pretty thing resent something people would kill for? either way, he finds himself being drawn in like you're a siren. the way your eyes darken at the mention of your mother, how you reapply gloss whenever you're nervous— he could go on really.

"are you going to eat that?" he finds himself asking you before he can stop himself, pointing at the yogurt bowl right next to your plate. he has half a mind to make sure he doesn't clam up when you look up at him, fluttering your lashes.

you gently push the bowl towards him, continuing on your morning like the best swordsman in the camp isn't talking to you. he pauses for a moment, licking his lips as he thinks of a reason to prolong this conversation.

fate seems to be on his side though— his brother, chris, being to busy talking to clarisse to even glance his way. he sits down, looking across from you as he eats the yogurt. he almost forgets that staring is rude.

"do you mind?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as you take a bite out of your crossiant. somewhat annoyed by the curly haired boy, your leg bounces steadily. "do i mind what?" he asks, like he's stupid— for some reason, you can't help but let your annoyance take over.

"why are you here," you start, pointing at the empty table. void of friends, you always sit alone until somebody claims they're in love with you. "you usually sit with your brothers and annabeth."

he shrugs at your questioning, not being able to find it in himself to hold back a teasing remark. "you know where i usually sit?" he asks with a small small, but the glint in his eyes show a certain smugness that gets under your skin.

you smile back at him, stretched too far and there's a bite in your voice hidden under honeyed words. "bye castellan," you croon sweetly. "hope you find your way back to your seat!" is all you give him, a morsel of fake attention that sends him reeling.

the next day, you wake up a bit later than normal. rising from your bunk around nine means you've missed breakfast, a deep feeling of anger surges through your core in a flash before you stretch and get dressed for the day.

when you leave the hermes cabin, you're stopped by a familiar figure. tall, brown hair, and a stupid smug grin. "hey angel," luke almost sings with how pleased he sounds with himself. "i have a presant!"

he reveals a crossiant and cold coffee, the faint warmth of the once fresh crossiant eases the deep feeling in your core even more though the coffee makes you want to vomit. "i don't like coffee." you state, taking a bite of the baked good. "but thank you, castellan."

he barely has time to respond with a you're welcome or an im sorry before you're smiling, too wide for his liking, and walking away. he debates following you, trying to talk to you like he's desperate for a friend. but he decides against it, wondering how to keep a conversation going with somebody that hates being sought after.

a week passes of the same routine— luke catching you at odd moments during the day, offering you little things to keep you around for a moment longer. you find it annoying, but keep a pleasant attitude anyways, it certainly helps that he's not bad to look at.

a small rumor spreads through camp, luke castellan having a crush. it barely takes the day for people to speculate that it's you.

it almost disappoints you, not having expected the camps favorite to fall so easily— doesn't he have any other girls? you debate on telling him that you're not open for relationships right now, having been in so many already, you could very easily blame any one of your exes.

but you don't have the chance to reject him the next time you see him because he's talking already, smiling at you like you'd fall so easily. "do you wanna help plan an activity with me?" he asks, offering you a delicious smelling tea.

"why would you want me to do that?" you question him, almost allowing yourself to have a genuine lazy smile but you just force a docile confused tilt. you sip on the tea, the once tart raspberries are now sweet in the tea mixing with a hibiscus flavor.

you're too busy drinking to notice him begin talking, he's mid laugh when you tune in. "— maybe you could help with setting up the theater?" he suggests, you pretend like you know how you got into a full conversation with him by subtly trying to exit it.

"why not have the apollo counselor help?" you say sweetly, setting the tea down and turning your full attention onto him. he feels sick to his stomach at how you look at him, soft features with a sugared tone. your eyes look at him like he's below you, like he's a nuisance, and for some reason that might be his favorite part.

he searches your face for a moment, glancing at your cold eyes before he chuckles. "maybe i want to spend time with you," he smiles like a cat, curling on his face with a pride that shouldn't make you as heated as it does. "i think you want to spend time with me too, yeah?"

you almost roll your eyes at his suggestion, but unable to squeeze out of this one without being mean, you agree to help him.

it only takes a couple weeks to fix up the theater due to the lack of counselors wanting to help, so it's safe for the younger kids to have a play— after that, it's back to the apollo children to plan. you sit back on the stage floor, sipping on a water bottle as you bask in the cold dusk breeze. "do you mind?"

a voice speaks from behind you, rasping slightly. you don't even have to look to know who it is, "no, castellan." you say, because you can't think of a reason for why you would mind.

luke sits himself down next to you, his knee brushing yours as he looks down at your water with a stare that could only be described at halfway pathetic and endearing. "here," you say, handing him the bottle. "i don't need you to die of dehydration on me."

he takes it gratefully, drinking it almost empty in three big gulps that make you roll your eyes with a small scoff. "did you just scoff?" he questions, an odd excitement in his voice.

you quickly try to deny it, hands coming up to animate how you didn't scoff or anything of the sort. but he already has a grin like he's drunk of the noise, "you definitely scoffed! that was so funny," he says with a loud laugh that makes you shush him, afraid of other campers hearing.

"i don't know why you hide that." he mumbles on your hand, fighting the temptation to lick it so you release him. those thoughts subside when your pretty eyes look up at him in confusion, "your annoyance." he clarifies.

"im not annoyed," you say, a bit defensively as you pull your hand away from him. "bit rude of you to say that, castellan."

he rolls his eyes in response, one of his arms coming behind you to rest on the stage. you can feel the ghost of it barely grazing you, "you're definitely annoyed," he says matter-of-factly. "you're almost always annoyed, or angry."

you fight back a scoff, but then give up. rolling your eyes you turn to him, searching his face for how he noticed, why he's doing this— but you come up with nothing. "why do you care?" you almost snap at him, drumming your fingers on your knee.

"i don't," he says like it's obvious. "im the same way." there's a beat after he says it, a silence that seems more comfortable than awkward like it should be. admitting his anger to you felt like a breath of fresh air, because he knew you'd understand him.

you bite your bottom lip, turning to face him. "that hatred," you start, almost in disbelief that you finally have the opportunity to talk about this. "it doesn't go away huh?" the question is phrased more like a statement, barely asking for confirmation.

he nods, not speaking as he watches you. there was no need for an explanation on what the hatred was, he knew as soon as you began talking. the gift from your mother was never really a gift to you, a burden of what it means to be a demigod is all it was.

you never knew what was genuine, or what was your mothers doing. but you felt a sense of ease with the hermes boy, nothing like all your previous relationships. "do you think it's bad," you mumble, almost ashamed.

"do you think it's bad that we feel this way?"

your question is softly spoken, genuinely interested in his opinion. he feels himself almost feel guilty for you, but he can't lie. "no," he wraps an arm around your waist. gently bringing you closer. "i think we might be the only ones in the right."

he says it with such confidence, a lack of guilt or unease in his voice that it makes you smile. not a sweet one, but a prideful one. one that could reflect the pride of a god, finally validation for the deep seated resentment that almost quenches that thirst for revenge.

minutes of silence pass by, the sun fully set as you lean your head on his shoulder. inhaling the pine and deep smell of his cologne, you hum. "are the rumors 'round camp true?" you ask.

he feels a small blush creep up his neck and ears, spreading across his face as he realizes that you heard about those. he never meant for his half-brothers to over hear a private conversation (said private conversation was in the bathroom, luke washing his hands while chris talked loudly about how he could get clarisse to go on a double date if he'd just ask you out already.)

"uh," he laughs awkwardly, his fingers drumming on the soft skin of your waist. "do you mind?"

you can't help the small smile that spreads across your face, "no." is all you need to say before his wet lips are on yours. hungry and desperate for your attention, which you give him without another thought.

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