#charlie bushnell

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: gn!reader, just fluff

“Would you still like me if I were a worm ?”

You were both laying in bed, his head tucked right under your chin and one of his arms lazily dropped over your waist as you laid on your back. Luke looked up at you in disbelief, his movement putting your mindless curl-twirling to a stop.

“Do people still ask this stupid thing ?”

“I don't know about people, but I still do.”

And the serious look on your face, although cut through by a gentle smile, almost had him really question it. His thoughts lost the boy for a second as your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in a way that could've made his eyes roll to the back of his head, but quickly made it back.

“I mean… you'd be an earth worm, I don't do zoophilia,” he quiped, sly smirk across his face at your pout. “Well it's not like you're gonna turn into a worm any day soon, yeah ?”

“Yeah…” You dragged, and Luke's head nudged your hand when you stopped stroking his hair, silently asking for you to continue. “You're no fun…”

You felt his chest rumble against your stomach as he laid his head back on your cleavage. “Oh, I'm no fun ? I'm not the one asking the silly question, deary,” and you couldn't contain your upset facade when he was talking to you like that, his charm dripping from every word, every syllable spoken, imagining a foolish grin plastered on his face. “But you know what, ok: would you still like me if I were a worm ?”

You made a humming sound for a second, dragging it more than necessary. “Would you still be you ?”

“Uhh..I’d be an insect ?” he answered, eyes narrowing as he looked slightly up at you.

“No I mean, would you still be you personality-wise ? Still nice and kind and stuff-”

“And stuff ?”

“Hey. Take the compliment,” you replied almost sternly to his indignated scoff. “So ?”

“I mean…” The dark haired boy dragged the last syllable, wheels visibly turning in his brain. “Yeah, sure, I guess, not that it’d r-”

“Then yeah.”

Luke halted in his speech, this time fully raising his head from the comfortable spot it was in, just to look straight into your eyes with the wildest look. “No.”

“No ?”

“Nope, no.” He closed his eyes and shook his head, playfully dismissive. “I don’t condone this, you should never like a worm.”

“But it would be you!” you exclaimed, smile spread across your face at his exagerate reaction. Not that yours wasn’t , but it was very fun to mimic the dramatism in his stance.

“No, really not, no way in fucking Hells bro-” His eyes widened at his sentence, cutting it short to look back at you again. “I mean, not bro, just like- more of-”

Your smile only broadened. Luke was a jock at heart, from what movies had taught you, and if he always disliked it, he couldn’t help the word he cursed to slip past his lips sometimes. And you always mocked him. “Did you just ‘bro’ me ?”

“I- Baby, you know I don’t- I… No I-” he scoffed, blabbering syllables more than words in a flustered state. You never really understood it, why it bothered him so much, but you couldn’t help jumping on the occasion.

Your hands crept down his back to his sides, tickling over his shirt right where you knew he was most sensitive. “Luke Castellan, you did not just ‘bro’-zone me ~”

And until you finally showed mercy on the poor boy, just a minute later, he writhed and shook, trying to escape your grasp and tickles with pleading ‘stop!’ in between fits of laughter you both shared, rolling and thrashing around until you finally freed him, comfortably laying atop him.

“You’re weak, pretty boy.”

And the slight tilt of your head made his heart melt in his chest. “And yet, you’d still like me as a worm.”

“Yeah well, we all have a weakness apparently,” you simply replied with a warm smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

[ihavefeelingugh]

Dior and Charlie on the set of Percy Jackson and the Olympians Season 2 !!

[slaytheday12]

hi <3 <3

can i request a walker x reader fic and he and the reader have been really good friends for a while now, but they always had a teensie crush on eachother?

you don't have to if you dont want too! i love your fics sm istg hahah

Just Friends… Right?

A/N: thank u for the request love i'm glad u like my fics hope u like this one .

Movie nights at Leah’s house had become a tradition for the Percy Jackson cast a much needed escape from the chaos of filming. Everyone would pile onto the massive couch, surrounded by snacks and cozy blankets, as chatter filled the room. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that your mind was entirely preoccupied with one person: Walker.

You and Walker had been inseparable since the first table read. From joking around on set to late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours, he had become your person. Lately, though, you couldn’t shake the fluttering feeling in your chest whenever you were near him. The way his laughter filled the room, how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or even the casual way he leaned against you during these movie nights it all set your heart racing in a way you couldn’t ignore.

Tonight, Leah had chosen a rom-com, one of her favorites. Walker had plopped down next to you, as usual, claiming the spot on the couch like it was reserved just for him. His leg pressed against yours, and his arm rested casually on the back of the couch, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Walker said softly, his voice cutting through the noise of Leah arguing with Aryan over popcorn.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Just tired,” you lied, offering a small smile.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, his brow quirking like he didn’t believe you for a second.

The movie started, and while the rest of the cast was engrossed in the storyline, you found yourself hyper-focused on Walker. Every time he shifted, your heart skipped a beat, and every accidental brush of his hand against yours felt like a shock of electricity.

“Okay, seriously?” Aryan groaned, interrupting your train of thought. “This is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leah threw a piece of popcorn at him. “Shut up, it’s iconic!”

Walker leaned closer to you, his shoulder pressing against yours. “They’re like an old married couple,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

You laughed softly, turning your head to meet his gaze. “And we’re the sane ones?”

He smirked, his eyes lingering on yours a bit too long. “Obviously.”

The moment stretched, the background noise of the movie and your friends fading into nothing. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, and for a second, you swore he was about to say something. But then he pulled back, grabbing a handful of popcorn like nothing had happened, leaving you to wonder if you’d imagined it.

As the movie progressed, your attention wavered between the screen and Walker. When the two main characters finally kissed, Aryan let out a dramatic groan. “Ugh, here we go with the slow-burn friends-to-lovers trope.”

Leah smacked his arm. “It’s called romance, Aryan. Maybe try feeling something for once.”

“Yeah, Aryan,” Walker chimed in, grinning. “Let the people enjoy their love story.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Since when are you a romance expert?”

“Since now,” he shot back, his tone playful but his expression soft.

“Please, you’d be the worst at confessing your feelings,” Aryan quipped, throwing popcorn at Walker.

Walker caught the piece, “You’d be surprised.”

The comment hung in the air, but before you could overanalyse it, Leah distracted everyone by rewinding the movie to replay her favourite scene.

As the credits rolled, the room fell into a comfortable silence, everyone too tired to move. Walker glanced at you, his voice low. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Your pulse quickened. “Of course.”

He hesitated, his usual confidence replaced with a nervous energy that made your stomach flip. “Have you ever… liked someone but didn’t know if they felt the same?”

Your breath caught, and you tried to keep your voice steady. “Maybe. Why?”

Walker’s hand found the edge of the popcorn bowl, his fingers fidgeting with it. “Just curious.”

You tilted your head, watching him closely. “If you’re asking for advice, I’d say just tell them. Worst case, they don’t feel the same, but at least you’d know, right?”

He let out a soft laugh, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The room felt heavier, the space between you charged with unspoken words. Then, Walker looked up, meeting your eyes with a vulnerability that took your breath away.

“Okay, I’ll tell them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper

Walker took a deep breath, his eyes remaining on yours. “I like you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you thought you might have imagined them. “What?”

“I like you,” he repeated, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I have for a while. I just… didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your mind raced, a mix of shock and relief washing over you. “You… like me?”

Walker laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

You stared at him, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back. “It’s more than okay,” you said softly. “Because I like you too.”

The smile that broke across his face was unlike anything you’d ever seen—bright, genuine, and filled with a joy that made your chest ache. Before either of you could say anything else, Aryan’s voice cut through the moment.

“Are you guys having a moment over there?” he teased, tossing a pillow in your direction.

Walker caught it, laughing. “Nope, nothing to see here.”

Leah squinted at you both suspiciously, but you quickly grabbed a blanket to cover your flustered expression.

Walker leaned closer, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Guess we’ll talk more about this later?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. Later.”

For now, the moment was just yours, a secret shared between two hearts that had finally found their way to each other.

A/N: pls give me request i have no ideas. also i feel like my fics are so short but they feel so long when i'm writing them.

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092

[mydairpercabeth]

Everyone holding Annabeth to an impossible Standard

And then there’s Percy

[randomness-is-my-order]

something about percy winning against ares by drawing first blood, not giving a fuck that it’s the god of war he is making an enemy out of vs him being caught totally unaware by luke and luke drawing first blood because percy hesitated, because this is his friend, because making an enemy out of a god is way more preferable over making an enemy out of a friend. percy winning against insurmountable odds vs him losing because his loyalty is truly and undoubtedly fatal.

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[murasaki-cha]

THAT HURT!!! SO MUCH!! I GOT "Family Luke. You promised." FLASHBACKS!!!

[britney-rosberg06]

Hey (said w the intention of making you cry over this gif)

gif by @t-lostinworlds <3

THIS FRAME HAS BEEN ETCHED IN MY BRAIN SINCE WEDNESDAY

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY LUKE IS A PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER

HE GRABS PERCY WHILE PATTING HIM ON THE ARM IN A REASSURING COMFORTING WAY AND IMMEDIATELY LEADS HIM AWAY FROM THE DANGER!

HE DOES THIS THE ENTIRE EPISODE!! HE IS CONFIDENT NOT JUST IN THEM FINDING SOMETHING FOR PERCY TO BE GOOD AT BUT IN PERCY AS A WHOLE!! JESUS CHRIST HE LETS THE KID WITH NET ZERO UPPER BODY STRENGTH SHOOT A BOW AND ARROW 100% SURE HE HAD IT HANDLED LETS HIM HIT A HOT PIECE OF METAL WITHOUT EVEN EXPLAINING WHAT THEYRE DOING

AND IN 5 SHORT EPISODES!! HE IS GOING TO BETRAY THE LITTLE BOY HE PROTECTED EARLIER!! AND THATS NOT FUCKING FAIR

[penstrokes]

[sound0fvenus]

y’all can’t tell me this isn’t the perfect casting bc wtf is this😭😭

[pjotwitter]

[diorchids]

size kink, luke castellan.

cw: size kink, piv, slight breeding kink, swearing, & more

luke castellan who has the worst size kink.

he would wrap his toned arm around your body while you talked to other campers, softly rutting his cock against you.

he would softly guide your legs apart, practically salivating as your glistening cunt was revealed to him.

the way your glossy eyes would bounce back and forth from his fat cock inside of you to his face full of desperation made him want to fuck his babies into you. your eyes rolled out copious amounts of tears to cope with the pain of his thick cock practically ripping through your tightness.

his large hands knead your breasts, sucking and licking your nipple. he loved how big his hands were on your bouncing breasts, whispering every night how much he loved cumming all over them.

you writhed and mewled under the assault of your wet, sweet, tight cunt. "stretchin' me out real good, lukey?" you tried to talk to him, but you stuttered and blabbered as he dumbed you down with his aggressive thrusts in and out of your little cunt.

he would plant his large hands on your stomach, seeing his fat cock bulge up into your tummy. "look a'that, got my cock all in you,” he groaned, “takin’ me so good, lettin’ me fuck my cock in your—pussy..” as he played with your puffy clit.

he tapped your chin, wordlessly telling you to kiss him. a clammy hand softly gripped your neck, practically wrapping around it completely before you pathetically lifted your head to bring your slick lips to his mouth. he was impatient, pursing his lips before kissing you harshly.

your salty tears roll down onto your collarbones, running down your chest as he thrust roughly, pressing his hand on your lower stomach. you could never get used to his cock, always mewling and crying when he forced it into your hole.

you looked so small underneath him, hands shaking and trembling when you tried to hold his face. “so small, baby,” he practically moaned. he loves your size and how small you are compared to him, yet how much of his cock you could take.

he pushed himself into you occasionally, not wanting to hurt you. you were practically being ripped open each time he thrusts into you.

“‘s like that, take all of it. so good, fuckin’ you so good, hm?” you nodded dumbly. drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, trying to speak but only letting out incoherent noises and cries.

“lu—mmh, g’cum…” you said, practically seizing under his flesh.

his hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he loved how sensitive you were to his touch, always twitching and writhing to accommodate the overwhelming feeling of warmth all over you.

feeling you tighten around him only served to make him go even harder. his pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours in a primal rhythm. the head of his cock, thick and unyielding, repeatedly poked up in your tummy.

“pretty baby—can’t take it no more?” he taunted you, sloppily kissing your face when you arched your back off the bed.

the sound of your flesh slapping together filled the room as luke continued to take you with rough, hungry strokes. his cock was a blur of thick, veiny flesh as it plunged in and out of your tight pussy, stretching you to the limits. it hurt so badly, but you just had to cum.

a thick white ring formed on the base of his cock, serving as proof of your arousal. he cooed in your ear, “doin’ so good, cum f’me.”

and that you did.

he held your waist in his hands, holding you in place while you thrashed and cried, your tummy releasing the burning knot in it.

he didn’t stop thrusting, he still wasn’t done. feeling you reach climax only fueled his lust. he groaned low in his throat, his hips pistoning faster and harder still.

the thick head of his cock almost pressed deep against your cervix, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your small body. “couldn’t take it, no? pretty pussy feelin’ so good.”

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down against his relentless assault. he loved you more than anything, but you both loved how he treated you; fucking you dumb, forcing his fat cock into you.

“mmmh, s’ good,” you cried out, the corners of your mouth twitching with satisfaction while your juices coated his cock in your stickiness. he loved seeing your cunt react to him, serving as a lubricant for him to slide in easier.

he bit his lip and tightened his hold on your hips, thrusting hard and deep into you once more. "'s it, baby," he groaned as his cock jerked violently, sending streams of hot cum flooding into your tight, hungry cunt. “takin’—me so good.”

you eventually got up and felt his warm cum dripping down your inner thighs while he slipped his big shirt on you.

[redroses07]

I miss the old PJO fandom. Ever since the show came out everyone has been so toxic. I honestly don’t even wanna interact with the fandom anymore cause everyone is so damn mean. Stop cancelling everyone and freaking out about fancasts. Kind PJO fans moot me! This is a safe space!

[kisses4kaia]

mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

[sunsburns]

i’m so normal about this

[percabething]

“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep