#i blame myself for what you've become

[buffyspeak]

you want a better story. who wouldn't?

[tiodolma]

Merlin: This is the end. I'm giving you this ordinary-looking thing. Morgana: That's an ordinary thing. I can take it. Merlin: (gives it) Morgana: (takes it) Merlin: BTW this thing has an added component that will cause irreparable damage and permanent death to you. You gave me no choice. I didn't want to do this but I had to. Morgana: What. (dies)

[nuisancehelicopter]

3x times i have hated this particular flavor of ship. The ship trope is:

Tsundere blonde who have seen “horrors” and need MC to "show them the way” to happiness, love and freedom.

Tsundere is skilled and deadly af and can hurt MC and friends easily.

Tsundere is sheltered as heck and was also heavily trained and loved by a merciless father/mentor figure from birth.

Tsundere is some type of leader figure of a group, they are decent. MC is the type that works best when alone.

Tsundere is also heavily prejudiced against the type of person MC is.

MC is their way out of that lifestyle/mindset.

Tsundere will refuse to acknowledge anyone else.

They have decent working rapport with each other.

Yet MC has to pretend and be civil most of the times to appease them.

Bonus if tsundere blonde is mostly innocent and naive while MC has a darker more sinister side that’s more streetsmart and realistic.

They have a lot of heart-to-heart where the MC is usually the one who throws le speeches which make the tsundere blonde's heart aflutter.

But tsundere blonde will never understand MC coz MC is closed off and nicer to them.

Three different fandoms. I encountered this three times. They are the biggest ships. I cant believe this.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons

I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere

You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, you’d expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. “Is this your place?”, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. “One of them, yes”, he answered curtly. “It’s central”, you remarked, trying to make conversation. “Well, I didn’t know about it back then. It’s been a few decades.”

Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didn’t seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that he’s lived sorrows beyond most people’s comprehension. “How old are you?” You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. “I’m not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80s”, he concluded. “That’s not too far back, is it?” You inquired, this time more relaxed. “80 BC, I meant. You do the math.”

He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. “We’ll get you everything you need tomorrow”, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name once”, he said, embarrassed. “It’s (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.

The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."

Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.

"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."

As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.

"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"

He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.

The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.

He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.

"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."

He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.

He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.

Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.

The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.

He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.

After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.

His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.

[thatbadadvice]

Dear Advisor,

I tend to be a very reserved and shy person so making friends is super hard. Recently I’ve been wanting to socialize more , but I genuinely don’t know how. Is there any advice that you have that can make me look more approachable and not be scared to talk to people. I’m so stressed about being alone and not having any friends, but I just find it so hard to go up to people and make a conversation. I tried once but it became super awkward. I just really need good advice from someone on how to approach a person and continue a conversation.

Dear Awkward Anonymous,

It would be so easy to get into a whole deep let's-skeetshoot-therapy-on-the-internet session and try to help a total stranger unpack all of the GA-FUCKING-ZILLION ways in which social awkwardness shows up in a person's life. It seems easy, and it even seems meaningful and worthwhile, but to do so I would have to presume a bunch about your life, and make a bunch of assumptions about the ways in which my own experiences maybe/probably track with yours, and it would be a whole big wank-fest, and frankly ... it would be awkward. I'd be like you, standing there at the party, hoping that what I'm saying resonates or lands or even vaguely tracks with anything a stranger has ever known or experienced, presuming (probably rightly!) that it doesn't, and then flailing and blaming myself when I didn't emerge from the interaction with all the world's gold stars.

So here's what: stop talking to other people as a primary social occupation. Going up to people and just talking is fucking terrifying. The Bad Advisor says this as a Certified Extrovert™ who rarely shuts the fuck up.

Instead, find a thing to do with other people that involves some sort of task or goal or activity. Talk about the thing you're doing together, when you're doing it. If it feels okay, maybe introduce one or two of your own relatable-to-the-activity experiences in the process. See who picks up on it. Ask the people who pick up on it genuinely interested questions in response. This is what we awkward people call: engineering a conversation. It is the way, I am told, humans make connections with other humans. I have seen it work in my own life.

Depending on where you live and your ability level and skill set, I bet you have some options! You could seek out an open board game night, pub quiz session, knitting/quilting circle, or mutual aid meetup that's looking for volunteers. Especially look for social activities with strangers that involve a dedicated, pre-prescribed activity (such as a hiking or mall-walking group, stuffing envelopes for a political candidate or cause you care about, planting trees at your local park, or tasting tea/wine/beer/etc.). (Somebody is going to say join a ballroom dancing club or suchlike; I am personally terrified of this, but if you have a higher tolerance for strangers touching you and fewer than two left feet: it's literally an option. Line-dancing, on the other hand ... absofuckinglutely.)

Even if what's available in your area isn't your precise and specific interest, it might be worthwhile to check out something you are decidedly meh about -- you might not be the only meh person there. You can bond over shit that's boring or shitty with other people who find it boring or shitty! Some of my best friends, arguably my very best friends, came out of experiences we mutually loathed or found at least moderately and mutually miserable.

Consider especially finding an activity where you yourself are the manager of operations and/or have a designated task to take care of that is unique to your position! This doesn't have to be complicated or skill-dependent; can you become a voter registrar in your area? Well, bam! You've got paperwork people have to fill out and a good reason to jibber-jabber with folks who have to ask you the questions. Other ideas: join your local neighborhood association board, become a notary public, or see if your local pet rescue is looking for intake line volunteers. Do you have a trustworthy, especially outgoing friend who might agree to play "social glue" for you a couple of times at their activity-centric events? Make it explicit! Ask them if they'll play friendly wing-person for you at their D&D game, fantasy sports league, or some such.

Alternately: Do you have a unique and fun and shareable skillset you can share with others? Are you pretty good at drawing, programming? Simply a font of endless Merlin or NFL or Real Housewives knowledge? You might start a local Discord or other online social group to discuss and share your interests, then move it to the real world in a few weeks once folks get comfortable. You get the idea.

Most of all: Look for stuff that has more-than-just-talking opportunities available outside the designated group jam for you to maintain connections. Perhaps a group chat, a Discord, a Slack, what-have-you, where you can take more time to consider and draft your responses and posts? Connections with humans get made a thousand ways, and talking raw-dog with strangers is but one.

It takes a true social unicorn to be simply good at talking and only talking to other people. There are some of these one-horned wonders out there, to be sure — but let me assure you that the vast majority of folks want to be accepted and seen just as much as you do, and they're staring at the ceiling at night thinking just as much (more, probably) about all the weird, wonky shit they themselves threw at you than they are anything you ever said to them.

[hotheadedhero]

*peeks in here*

*walks away to check if you do bayverse*

*return*

The bay bois getting an s/o who will occasionally will randomly be cuddling and then... *Affectionate bite* then letting go and telling them they love them.

AN: As an affectionate biter myself, I gotcha babes ;)

Affectionate Biting

Bay Turtles x Reader

Warnings: very mildly suggestive, an insomniac trying to grammar <3

Leonardo

The first time you oh-so casually bit him and smiled afterwards as if it was nothing had him going for a spin. Confused is the prominent word to describe how he was feeling at the time. The action was just so unprompted. He couldn't figure out why you felt the need to do something like that, nor how it could be seen as an act of love.

He's learnt over time that it's an unavoidable urge for you. There's nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite him for whatever reason you deem necessary. Leo is all too aware of this by now and may or may not use it to his advantage.

"For every hour we're out tonight, I'll give you a free bite. No questions asked, okay?"

These are terms you can comply with. He knows how much you miss him when he's gone, so setting up this ultimatum is an effective way of letting him go on patrol more easily.

Raphael

Being with you has involved its fair share of revelations and discoveries. There's at least a handful of things he's become savvy to whilst being with you but the random biting is one of the more bizarre ones.

Actions speak louder than words and they always mean the most to him but biting? What's up with that? Humans are weird. That's the conclusion he's come to. Even now in this very moment, you've taken a hold of his wrist whilst curled up in bed together.

"What are you, a cat or something? Quit it."

Of course, he's only joking. It's just so he can see your tongue poke out and your nose scrunch up in the cute way he likes. Even if he did seriously mean for you to stop, he doubts you would. You live by your own rules when it comes to these things. And, sure, you can bite him if you like. Just as long as you expect to get bitten back.

Donatello

It may catch him by surprise from time to time but only because you do it in the most random of situations. Whilst he's working away and you're sitting in his lap, you'll just latch onto the closest part of him you can access. He might jump if he's in the zone but it's never an issue.

Regardless of it being a problem or not, you've had your own curiosities about why you have such a primal impulse to chomp down on your boyfriend. Luckily, Donnie being as knowledgeable as ever has the answers.

"... the desire to pseudo-bite or squeeze anything we find extremely cute is actually a neurochemical reaction. 'Cute aggression' isn't motivated by vicious intent. Instead, scientists think-"

He halts on his words, blinks out of his matter-of-fact mode, and gazes down at you. All the while, you have his forearm locked between your teeth. Your attempt to smile coyly against his skin is adorable, and he smiles back before continuing his explanation.

Michelangelo

He won't ask any questions. In all honesty, he loves it. Although, there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding the first couple of times you went to take a nip at him. Let's just say he thought you were trying to get him in the mood. Can't blame a guy for assuming his lover is a little freaky in the sheets.

Having such a strong force overcome you is something he understands, though. It's like him when it comes to pulling a fast one over his brothers. You can bite him whenever you want to if that's what you feel you need to do. Even if you turned into a zombie, he'd still let you.

"And then we could be like, zombie lovers roaming the streets together."

Mikey holds his arms out, hands dangling as he playfully groans like the undead. You aren't entirely sure how the conversation developed like that but it's cute nonetheless. Hey, he's just being honest. He loves you that much.

[itsjunear]

Hidden feelings

Az x reader

Warnings: None, mention of loneliness, death and a little anger.

Note: Hello again! Thank you for taking the time to read me. I'm sorry if this is a disaster again, English is not my first language but I do what I can. Maybe I'll do a second part, I don't know yet. Again, thanks for reading even though I may not be very good at this.

I was listening to this song while writing this and I really loved it.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Was it a good idea to come today?"

I shrunk a little in my seat and swallowed hard. Of course, it had been a good idea; I was with my family. With mine, I reminded myself.

However, I couldn't help but feel a little... alone.

Rhys was in front of me, laughing at the story Feyre was telling him about one of the children attending painting classes in her studio, and Amren watched her amusedly with a glass of wine in her hand.

Cassian was at one end of the room, engrossed in listening to Nesta's account of how the Valkyries' training had gone.

And Az... the shadowsinger was chatting with Elain, who smiled sweetly at him, and she talked to him about the new flowers she was planting in the front part of the River House, in her lovely garden.

My heart squeezed a little, and I approached the window.

I gazed at the view, the lights twinkled cheerfully across the city, quite contrary to my mood. I sighed and took a sip of wine. Mor was visiting the Winter Court, so I had no one to get drunk with, even though I was very sure that anyone would have agreed to the request. They wouldn't have asked questions; they wouldn't have asked why I desperately needed to drown myself in drunkenness. They would have simply accompanied me.

But I didn't want to interrupt. I didn't want to ruin their states of... happiness.

They deserved it after all. Each one deserved whatever moments of happiness, and I didn't want to take that away from them.

I discreetly turned my gaze back to the shadowsinger, and a deep pain invaded my heart. There was no trace of Az's shadows, who was smiling at Elain in a way that felt very genuine. And she returned the gesture.  Part of me could understand it, the sweet Elain, who could resist her? She was so delicate, so kind, and she had won everyone's heart.

She wasn't to blame for any of my feelings. She wasn't to blame for my secretly being in love with the shadowsinger for over three hundred years and never having told him. That was my fault.

"Maybe you should stop looking at the window as if it were your enemy, or it will think you really hate it" Cassian joked beside me.

I turned my gaze to him and smiled slightly.

"I didn't see you at training today," said as he gently squeezed my arm as a show of affection. I shrugged, feigning indifference.

"I wasn't feeling well." Lie. I hadn't gone because it hurt to look at Az. I knew he would be there, and I... well, maybe it wasn't entirely a lie. I did feel a little unwell. Not physically, of course.

Cassian put an arm around my shoulder and looked at me with concern. "Is everything okay?"

No. Yes.

I forced a smile on my face, convincing enough not to ruin his evening. "Yes, Cass. It's nothing" I downplayed it. "A little food will cheer me up" Cassian smiled slightly, but the concern didn't vanish from his eyes.

I had never told anyone about my crush on Az. No one. And I supposed I had hidden it enough not to raise suspicions.

"Well, I'll tell them it's time to eat, or you'll get grumpy" he said. I laughed a little as I nudged Cassian lightly. Minutes later, we were all seated in the dining room.

Rhys had sat next to me, followed by Feyre "May I know why you've become so lazy that we now need to schedule an appointment to see you?" a voice spoke in my mind. I smiled without looking at Rhys as I served myself some salad. "I have a very busy schedule, High Lord" I replied aloud. Rhys raised an eyebrow, but he didn't press further.

Grateful that he didn't ask more questions, I looked up only to meet Az's eyes staring at me intently. I smiled slightly as I watched his shadows swirl behind him and coil around one of his round ears.

Okay, maybe I had been avoiding everyone a little, it's just that I didn't want to infect them with my bad mood. And I didn't want to hurt myself more by seeing Az with Elain.

The shadowsinger continued to look at me, and I furrowed my brow.

"Do I have something?" I asked.

"Aside from a bad mood, nothing" Cassian teased as I kicked him under the table before hissing. Nesta chuckled softly.

The conversation flowed slowly. Everyone conversed with everyone, and I simply listened. I enjoyed the naturalness with which Feyre laughed at a bad joke from Cassian and the way Rhys howled when Amren teased him afterward. I even enjoyed the dessert Elain had prepared, complimenting her on how delicious it had been. But I never looked at the shadowsinger. I didn't want to torture myself anymore. I didn't want to hurt my heart anymore when I thought about how much I longed to be close to him. So, for my own sake, I resisted sneaking glances at him.

Then something Rhys said caught my attention "... happened on the outskirts of an Illyrian camp. It ended in the death of four females" Horrified, I looked at him. "I didn't get any coherent or hole-free answers about what might have actually happened" anger emanated from him, from the rage that tinged his voice, I could assume he was quite frustrated with the situation. Feyre put her hand on his, trying to reassure him.

My friends deserved peace. They deserved these moments of peace. So, I didn't think twice before offering myself. "I'll go, Rhys"

"No" Az said quickly, his voice firm.

Cassian looked at him but didn't say anything, apparently in agreement.

Maybe it was anger that surged through my spine and made me act like an idiot. "I wasn't asking for permission" I spat out each word slowly.

The shadowsinger tensed as he frowned, the shadows behind him stirring. "It's very dangerous"

This time it was definitely anger boiling under my skin. I wanted to go on this mission so they could continue to be at peace, but also to get away from him. I needed a break from thinking about his eyes, from thinking that every part of him seemed beautiful to me. Even the hands he hated. "I'm old enough to make that decision" I simply said.

"I'll go with you."

I felt my whole-body tense.

"No" Az gave me a hurt look, and I regretted behaving like this, but I needed to get away. To distance him. "I can do this alone. The others need you here" I added quickly.

"Rhys" I called. He looked at me a little indecisive, debating whether to side with his brother or mine. He looked at Feyre, and I guessed they had a conversation mind to mind as they usually did when they had to make a decision.

"Alright. But you'll report every day" Feyre concluded. I smiled gratefully, and she returned the gesture, although concern also shone in her eyes.

The room filled with tension.

"She's not a spy" Az declared with a frosty look.

"Enough, Azriel" I said irritably.

Why did he insist so much on this? I was perfectly capable of doing it. I had gone on more dangerous missions and come out unscathed. This shouldn't be so complicated, and I felt that justice needed to be served for those four dead females. Cassian cleared his throat, bringing me back to reality in my seat, and I looked at Rhys with a polite smile. "I'll leave at dawn tomorrow. You'll get a report in the evening"

Rhys nodded, and dinner ended without any further incident. However, I felt the intense gaze of the shadowsinger on me for the rest of the night, until I fell asleep on the couch while some continued to drink.

In the midst of unconsciousness, I felt warm hands lift me up and a hard chest brush against my body. Drowsily, I buried my head in the crook of the neck of the one carrying me and relaxed when a familiar pine scent enveloped me. He gently laid me down on the large bed and took off my shoes almost reverently.

I might have imagined it, but I clearly felt how before leaving, he placed a kiss on my hair and closed the door, leaving me engulfed in darkness.

[valtsv]

hi hello! i recall you talking about how you used to have an unhealthy dependence on attention you got from the internet a while ago, and was wondering if you had any tips on how to help with that? i recently found myself sorta relying too much on the affirmation i get from Numbers Going Up and i wanna nip it in the bud before it becomes a Thing. thank you! ^^

i found that the best way to curb the addiction was to wean myself off it bit by bit. start with something small and achievable, like setting a time limit for how long you spend online in one sitting (set a timer to help you if necessary), or setting aside specific free periods in the day when you can check your notifications or whatever, then gradually limit it further until you've reached a point you're comfortable with. you'll find that the more you stick to the goals you've set for yourself, the more it'll start to feel like a reward and substitute for the affirmation you get from number go up (and you'll start to pay more attention to how you spend your limited time and what are the best ways to do so).

place your phone or laptop or whatever device you use for social media out of sight while doing other activities, so that you have to make the conscious effort to seek them out (and thus consider whether you really want to do it) (if i'm trying to concentrate on something, for example, i'll put my phone in a drawer or in my bag/pocket, and make sure i can't hear or see any notification messages). if you feel you can, turn off or temporarily mute your notifications - that works wonders for me.

use the free time you've created for yourself to seek out things you've always wanted to do but never felt like you had the time for. read the book you've been putting off, write something, draw something, get into that crafting hobby, or go for a walk and feed some birds at the pond, go out and challenge yourself to take a photo of something eyecatching to share with your friends, go to a cafe, meet up with a friend, try out that recipe you saved because you thought it sounded nice, look into social groups, events and clubs that cater to your interests/hobbies in your local area - even make use of the time you'd normally spend on social media to do something else online, like wikipedia deep diving, watching a show, or replying to that person you forgot to get back to.

above all, don't beat yourself up along the way. take each day as it comes and each relapse as motivation to keep pushing forwards and make it a little longer between the next one. don't blame yourself for what you can't change (the past) but try to focus on what you can (the future).

[wolfiesmoon]

Countless nights

Malleus x gn!reader

i felt like writing something super cute and lovey dovey and basic after listening to can't help falling in love by elvis presley so here we are lol😌🩷

this is nothing revolutionary that hasn't been done before just so much fluff you'll throw up a furball (made of fictional fluff) by the end

There are many a night which he spends thinking of you.

Lilia had told him about it, a long long time ago. How your chest would tighten, how your face would become warm, how your heart would flutter when gazing at the person you're in love with. But he never imagined that it could feel this amazing, this freeing, this beautiful.

There are many moments he thinks of on these nights...

You run up behind him, yelling the silly little nickname he's grown to love hearing fall from your lips.

He turns around, grinning at the sound of your voice. Truly, you are a sight for sore eyes. Your little furry companion is with you, too, dozing off in your arms.

"It's so nice to see you in the hallways for once." you realise that you mostly see him in front of your dorm when he randomly shows up. Because of that, you kinda forgot that he's also a student at the school and takes classes as well.

"Likewise. It's always a pleasure to see you." He didn't say anything presumptious, so why are you making that excited face all of a sudden? Now he feels giddy.

A silence falls between you.

"Ahaha... Um... I actually have no idea what to talk about... I kinda just ran to you after seeing you..." you admitted awkwardly.

That is... very comforting to hear. All you need is the sight of him to want to be by his side. The warm feeling spreading across his body is very welcome.

He wants to hear you say that sentence over and over, but greed is not a good quality to bear, so he'll settle with hearing it only once.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind listening to me talk? Do you happen to be partial to gargoyles?" He takes the opportunity to talk about the passion no one seems to share with him. He's fully expecting you to say no and change the topic, and he wouldn't blame you at all in some regard. He's well aware most humans don't take interest in something as specific as gargoyles.

"I never really thought much about them before. But sure, tell me about it." you actually look really interested, waiting for him to start.

He smiles.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

.

"Did you hear about that new ice cream place that opened in town recently?"

When you asked him if he could spare 2 hours of his day just for the two of you yesterday, he was certainly not expecting you to open with this.

"Lilia told me you like ice cream, and I was pretty curious about the taste myself." you wonder to yourself if there's any funny flavours you wouldn't find in the human world. If so, you're definitely trying them out.

"So, uhhh... wanna go try it with me?"

You don't even realise how happy you've just made him. He has to hold back the wide smile that threatens to spread across his face.

"Hahaha, you're so strange... Though I certainly wouldn't mind." You seriously just want to... hang out with him? What a pleasant surprise, indeed. It makes his heart beat with excitement.

"Let's go!" you start running down the hill to get to town, excited to share ice cream with him.

.

"Aw man, it's almost impossible to choose." you're contemplating between three different flavours at the moment.

"Shall I choose for you, then?" Malleus suggests. He already picked the flavour he wants and is waiting for you to make your choice. Not that he's annoyed by that. The longer you take, the more minutes he can spend by your side. How greedy of him.

"Go ahead." you sigh defeatedly. You're truly thankful he can put an end to the awkward situation of you just staring between 3 different flavours for like, 2 whole minutes now. You're creating a line behind you, no doubt.

"You should get the strawberry flavour." Malleus recalled a story of Lilia's in which he told him that strawberries are a symbol of love in a country he visited. He feels a bit cheeky, sneaking a subtle hint in like this.

"Uh, sure! I'll have one scoop of strawberry!" you raised an eyebrow slightly at his satisfied smile. Why is he smiling now, of all times?

If he's happy, you're happy, you suppose.

The two of you decided to walk around town while eating the ice cream. It was a nice change of scenery.

You were telling Malleus about a funny potionology mishap you had with Grim and Ace today when someone bumped into you, making you lose grip of the ice cream.

It fell splat on the ground, making it no longer edible.

"Oh come on..." you looked down at the wasted ice cream sadly. It was really good, too.

"I can return it to its original form, do not worry." Malleus suggested, already about to do it when you gently grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened slightly and a strange tightness enveloped his chest.

"No need. Just hanging out with you is enough. Enjoy the ice cream for the both of us." you're really fine with just watching him. He seems very happy when eating ice cream, which you can't get enough of.

"...If you wish." he felt his whole being warming up at your sweet words.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

.

"Child of man. What is the meaning of this?" his expression darkens when he sees your fingers wrapped in bandages.

"Of wha- Oh, you mean my bandages? It's, uhhh, a bit embarrasing. And also a suprise." you hid your hands behind your back, not wanting him to worry about them too much.

"Tell me." he looked quite scary in this moment, almost like he was ready to kill. Is he really that worried over it? It kinda makes you feel giddy.

"It'll ruin the surprise, I'm just saying." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. His terrifying gaze didn't falter however, so you gave up.

"Roses are really important symbols in Briar valley, so I've heard. So I kinda wanted to give you a hand-picked rose boquet for your birthday tommorow, but I was dumb and didn't use gloves to de-thorn the roses. So that's why my hands look like this." you still felt a little bad ruining the surprise, but giving Malleus peace of mind is much more important.

"Oh... So it was that, I see." Malleus still witheld a somewhat cold, scary expression. He can't stand to see you hurt, in any way. And knowing it was all for him makes him feel even worse.

Still... you wanted to make him happy so much that you willingly hurt yourself to see it happen. Warmth rushes to his face at the thought of you handing the boquet to him. That's quite a common way of confessing love among humans, is it not?

He can't wait for his birthday all of a sudden.

On these nights, he just can't help falling in love with you.

[buffyspeak]

my relationship with shipping in bbc merlin is. complex. i ship nothing and i ship everything. i don’t particularly want or need any of the characters to kiss/cuddle/have sex/be in a Relationship (TM). that’s not to say i’m opposed to reading fics like that. (though i really don’t read much fic for it because i’m not sure any of it could make me feel as insane as the actual show does.) but like. when i say i ship mergana, for instance, it’s not so much that wish they had kissed. again! not opposed to it! but more like. they are one of the most fascinating relationships in the show to me. i want to atudy their brains under a microscope and watch a 10+ hours long youtube essay deep dive about how they genuinely cared about each other and then proceeded to destroy each other from the inside out. is there anything more intimate than that?

[idyllicidols]

The Bridesmaid.

Weddings are always a drag. You're no one special, not part of the wedding party, just someone who is in attendance out of obligation. You take your seat near the back of the venue, out of the limelight, keeping to yourself.

"The maid of honor's a milf… I'd take the one next to her back if I had a few drinks in me…Damn! that one's really pretty…Holy fuck! Look at the pair of tits on the one at the end."

It becomes clear that the back of the venue is where the peanut gallery likes to hang out–whispering their thoughts on each member of the bride's wedding party to each other. You know you shouldn't eavesdrop, but there's no avoiding hearing their conversation.

"Bro what do you think?" One of them nudges you with their elbow.

"I can't argue with you guys, especially those tits at the end."

They were right. The shapely fit of the light pink bridesmaid dress helped to perfectly accentuate the deep cleavage of the bridesmaid at the end. Beyond the tits are milky white legs, and a perfectly shaped face. If you didn't know any better, you would think she was an artificial intelligence representation of the perfect woman.

Your eyes stay glued on to her throughout the whole ceremony, the bride and groom barely registering on your radar. The whole wedding ends in a blur and the host announces it's time for cocktail hour.

"Hey." Of all the people to be in front of you in line for drinks, it's the same person you've been staring at. Her voice is full of confidence, instantly grabbing your attention.

"Hey. The wedding was beautiful and I must say you looked great up there."

"Please, like you even paid attention to the wedding. I could practically feel your eyes all over me." She boldly states, having no sense of shyness and a naughty glint in her eyes.

"Maybe for a bit. It wasn't like I was staring or anything. Once those other guys pointed you out, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse for myself." You try to match her, not showing any kind of weakness.

"You were practically staring daggers at me the whole time." Karina strongly retorts. "...But wait, what were they saying about me?"

Karina is hot and she knows it. Perfectly compliant to build her ego, without missing a beat, your eyes wander downwards and lock on to her bountiful, deep cleavage.

She squeezes her arms together emphasizing her cleavage even more, "Well I can't say I blame them. Seems like you also agree." She laughs seeing your glazed over expression and grabs her drink. "Well I'll see you around." She brushes her hand against yours, turning around one last time to give a naughty look.

While weddings weren't your thing, an open bar and an open dance floor is a hard thing to deny. While there are plenty of beautiful women around, you couldn't help but occasionally steal glances towards Karina. The longer the night goes on, the more flirtatious she becomes. The same men that were ogling her earlier all end up ensnared in her trap.

One by one, she dances with each of them. Seemingly innocent actions only entangle them deeper in her net: an innocuous brush of her breasts against their arms, leaning back while they stare down her dress giving them a better view. Their eyes speak silent words, each of them mentally undressing her, imagining how perky her tits are without the confines of clothing, how soft they would feel in their hands.

You aren't spared of her attacks, she leans her back into your chest, rubbing her ass against your crotch while giving you a clear view down her dress. There's only so much a man can take before he's about to fall off the cliff.

Perhaps it's the open bar opening up inhibitions. Perhaps it's the loving atmosphere of a wedding. Most likely it's the most gorgeous woman you've ever met grinding her ass against your cock.

"Wanna get out of here?" Your voice full of authority.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me all night. Lead the way." Her fingers intertwine with yours, following you out of the ballroom and towards the elevators.

All bets are off the second the door to your hotel room clicks. Karina jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist, kissing at you wildly while you stumble your way to the bed. Your back hits the mattress and Karina is all business–quickly straddling your waist, and making a show out of slowly slipping off her dress.

The heat radiating off her body makes you want to do nothing more than to plunge right in, but Karina has a different idea.

"How many guys do you think imagined seeing me like this?" Karina seductively says, teasingly inching the fabric of her dress down. Slowly, but surely, the pink fabric slides down lower and lower, exposing more and more until she gets right above her nipples.

She guides one of your hands to cup her right tit, you can't help but give it a squeeze–the feeling in your hand unbelievable: firm, yet somehow pillowy soft at the same time. Karina doesn't need words to tell you she's enjoying it, letting out a light moan while she makes circular motions of her hips. Her strip tease continues, lowering her dress just enough so that her nipples are exposed.

Unable to wait any longer, you suddenly yank down the rest of the top, setting free her two giant mounds. Your palms continue to knead and massage the most perfect set of tits you've ever laid eyes upon.

"Mmm baby do my tits feel good in your hands? Get a good feel of them. How many of those other guys wished they were in your position right now?"

While you could've spent the rest of your life a happy man just fondling Karina, there's a burning desire in your loins. The wet, warm sensation you feel on your lap tells you that Karina has the same animalistic needs.

The time for foreplay is already well past expired, two bodies needing nothing more than to be intertwined. Karina is quick to undo your belt and buttons, your cock immediately springing into a ready position. She takes your hardness into her hand and aligns it with her dripping core. The bridesmaid dress is perfectly designed where all she needs to do is move her panties to the side.

"Aren't you a lucky boy? So many men fucking me with their eyes and here you are about to fuck me with your cock."

You can feel Karina's tight pussy gripping your cock as your tip finally penetrates her silky walls. You can't help but moan with pleasure as her giant tits jiggle with every bounce. She looks so sexy, her eyes closed in pleasure as she rides you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she moves.

"Yes?" she purrs, her eyes opening slightly, giggling at her own joke.

"You feel so good."

She smiles and starts to move faster, her hips rocking back and forth.

"I love the way you feel," she whispers, almost talking to herself.

Karina moans and her nails dig into your chest, her body quivering with pleasure. You can feel her body tensing as she gets closer and closer. Your hips start to move, eventually syncing your thrusts with her riding, driving her closer to the brink.

Suddenly, she cries out, her body arching as she cums. You can feel her muscles clenching around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. You keep thrusting, pushing her further and further until she’s screaming and shaking with pleasure.

Finally, she collapses against you, her body trembling and her breathing ragged. You hold her close, your hands stroking her back as she slowly comes back to reality.

“That was amazing,” she gasps, her voice still shaky.

You smile and kiss her forehead, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Karina smiles and snuggles closer, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. You kiss her softly, your hands still exploring her body as you slowly rock her back and forth.

Karina starts to stir up again, expertly bouncing her hips while you still hold her in embrace. Her sensitivity is still at an all time high, every reentry into her tight pussy sending signal after signal of endorphins throughout her body.

You can feel her body responding to your touch as she continues to ride you. She moans and gasps as she holds in her impending orgasm for as long as she can– each time pushing her further than before.

Finally, she cries out, her body shuddering as she cums again. You thrust upwards, your own pleasure building as you feel her orgasm around you.

You can't help but moan louder as she increases the pace, her tight pussy milking you for all you're worth. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer and you grab onto her hips to slow down her movements.

"'FUCK! I'm almost there" you groan, your voice low and ragged.

Karina suddenly stops bouncing, but smiles and leans further into your embrace. The amazing squishiness of her giant tits are pressed against your chest while she shoves her tongue into your mouth. After a few moments, she breaks the kiss, gives you a wink, then starts kissing at your neck.

"Do you want me to go lower?"

A nod and the same naughty look appears–licking and sucking on your nipples as your cock is still surrounded in the warm embrace of her tight pussy.

"Lower?"

This time she doesn't even wait for an answer, your cock finally leaving her warmth, but her mouth kissing all across your abs while her hands continue to play with your nipples.

Her big round eyes lock on to yours before she gives the final question. "Lower?"

You can feel Karina's breath on your skin as she moves closer. She's laying between your legs, her hands running up and down your thighs as she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I'm going to give you the best blowjob you've ever had," she says, her voice low and sultry.

You can feel the anticipation building up inside you as she moves closer. She takes you in her hand and starts to stroke you. You can feel her lips pressing against your skin and her tongue tracing circles around your shaft.

You let out a moan as her mouth takes you in. She's gentle and slow, her lips and tongue working together to bring you pleasure.

"Do you like that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You can only nod in response, your eyes closed in pleasure as her mouth moves up and down your shaft–though that wasn't the only thing in use. She has perfect control over her body and knows how to use part of her to drive a man wild. Her tits intentionally press against your thighs, her hands gently massaging your balls, her tongue swirling around with every opportunity, and her cheeks working overtime with tight suction.

She starts to move faster, her entire body working in perfect harmony. You can feel your orgasm building up inside you as she takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"I'm gonna make you cum," she whispers, her voice full of desire.

You can only nod in response as she takes you even deeper. You're actually proud of yourself for how long you've held on. From the time of the reception to now, you've been in a perpetual state of horniness just seeing Karina living her life.

Karina is true to her words, the amount of pleasure she provides is unbearable. For a split second, the idea of pulling out crosses your mind, but you succumb to the fact that she won't allow you to finish anywhere besides her mouth. You let go of all inhibitions and shoot out an unbelievable amount of thick hot jizz directly into her mouth–for a moment you gasp and have to fight back the urge to pass out.

Karina pulls away, a satisfied smirk on her face. She looks up at you with a twinkle in her eye and licks her lips.

When you finally come back to reality, Karina is looking at you lovingly with those big round eyes.

"That was amazing," she whispers, her voice husky with satisfaction. "But we should head back in time for dinner."

"Already? I was hoping we could go for round two."

"Don't be silly babe. I'm part of the wedding party! Besides, we have the rest of our lives to do that. Isn't that why you married me?"

[persephonesgarden30]

Car's Outside but i dont want to go tonight(A s6 Sterek Ficlet )

" Okay what is it with you?" Stiles quipped throwing his hands up in the air balancing himself by grabbing onto the chair next to him in the tiny motel room

" What do you mean what is it with me ?" Derek asked turning to face him

" You've been acting so strange ever since I saved your ass from the FBI" Stiles stated

" I'm not" Derek said walking over to the other side of the room where his bag was kept

" Yeah right, you haven't said one word to me since you came, not even a thank you! " Stiles called out annoyed

" Alright, Thank you" Derek said rummaging through his bag

Stiles scoffed before saying " Yeah real nice Derek. I end up saving your ass from the FBI and hurt my toe doing so , but you can't even stand to be in the same room as me "

Derek sighed rolling his eyes " I didn't ask you to save me "

" Yeah well that's too bad, I'm not the kind to just let people I care about be in trouble. I'm sorry if I didn't want you dead!" Stiles called out

Derek turned around clenching his jaw.

" What the fuck are you so pissy about huh? " Stiles said slowly walking up to him " Was it because, I a human saved your ass, not once but multiple times ? Or is it because I managed to find you even when you wanted nothing to do with me or Beacon Hills?"

" You don't get to throw your attitude at me big guy" Stiles took a step closer poking a finger in the middle of Derek's chest earning a glare from him

" If anyone " Stiles said his voice laced with anger " gets to be angry. It's me."

" You left." Stiles said looking up at Derek " You don't get to come here and throw your attitude at me when I'm the one who risked my fucking FBI Internship to come and save you " He said as Derek just looked at him with the same stoic expression he always had .

Derek walked an inch closer before looking down at Stiles's lips " I didn't ask you to. You did that on your own" he said looking back at the familiar brown eyes which were looking at him with anger

" Don't blame me or hold me responsible for decisions you make " Derek replied looking back down at his lips before looking at his eyes

Stiles grabbed the front of Derek's shit balling it in his fists " Listen here Derek because I'm not going to repeat myself. " He said looking between his eyes.

" I saved your ass and the least you can do is be a little fucking grateful." Stiles said raising his eyebrows

" So I suggest we stay civil until we part ways tomorrow, then you can go do whatever the fuck you want and becomes a mass murderer for real." Stiles said as Derek looked between his eyes and lips

" and I'm not ever going to make the mistake of helping you again " Stiles said letting go of his balled up shirt pushing him back before turning to walk away

Derek glared at Stiles watching him limp slowly to the bed before swallowing hard and walking up to him.

" And to think I knew you" Stiles scoffed grabbing his things and heading to the door.

" Where are you going?" Derek asked following him

" Wherever the fuck I want" Stiles quipped turning to face him as his back faced the door " What is it to you?"

Derek remained silent while Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to open the door when Derek's hand reached over stopping it.

" You can't go " Derek said as Stiles slowly turned around

" Why not? You need an alibi in case you decide to go on a murder spree?" He asked as Derek remained quiet .

Stiles scoffed trying to move Derek's hand from the door when Derek grabbed his wrist pinning it to the door when Stiles grabbed Derek's shirt with his free hand .

" What the fuck do you want now" Stiles called out

" I didn't ask for this ." Derek replied glaring at Stiles

" I've heard that twice already, which is why I'm leaving , I don't need to be around someone who isn't grateful that I saved their ass" Stiles quipped

" My cars outside, I'm leaving " Stiles said pulling Derek closer in an attempt to threaten him

" I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask you to help me, I didn't ask to be saved " Derek said looking between Stiles's eyes

" I know !" Stiles yelled getting angrier " You didn't ask for shit, you don't need anyone !"

" I need you!" Derek called out breathing hard as Stiles looked at him in surprise " I didn't ask for any of this . I didn't ask to have this feelings for you. I didn't ask for you to be the one to save me."

Stiles loosened his grip on Derek's shirt a little but not letting go looking at him curiously trying to make sense of what Derek was saying.

" I didn't " He said swallowing hard " I didn't want to bring you into this, have you risk your life. I ..I blame myself for you injuring yourself " He continued

" But I didn't." He paused " I didn't ask to have these feelings for you. To care about you. So deeply. That it scares me."

Stiles looked between Derek's eyes which now he's a hint of sadness as he continued " I can't lose you Stiles. "

" Derek." Stiles said pulling him closer " Don't push me away. I care about you a lot and that's why it drives me crazy everytime u push me away. Why do you do it ?"

" Because everyone around me gets hurt" Derek said looking at Stiles

" Bullshit" Stiles said " If you care about me, and trust me. You need to know that I can take care of myself "

Derek looked down at Stiles's lips before looking back up at his eyes as he closed the distance between them capturing his lips in a slow tender kiss as Stiles pulled him closer.

Stiles pulled away for a second looking at Derek .

"Stay with me " Derek said his thumb grazing Stiles's cheek

Stiles nodded and that was all it took before Derek grabbed his thighs carrying him earning a surprised noise from Stiles before carrying him to bed

[thekissofaphrodite]

luke x jackson!reader based off of Cigarette Daydreams where like maybe she died(at 17) and luke is like reminiscing

YOU ASKED FOR ANGST, SO I WILL DELIVER ANGST.

Cigarette, Daydreams

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Poseidon!Jackson!reader

Summary: One girl's sacrifice and a vengeful lover.

Warnings: Death and...Kissing (Flashbacks)

Author's note: IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG. I MISSED WRITING STORIES! FOR THOSE WHO SUBMITTED AND HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THEIR REQUEST TO BE MADE, TYSM FOR BEING PATIENT!

——

Did you stand there all alone?

Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down

I can see you standin' next to me

In and out somewhere else right now

You sigh, look away

I can see it clear as day

Close your eyes, so afraid

Hide behind that baby face

do-do-do

do-do-do

Flashback

The forest was lush and quiet, the bird chirping early in the morning and the river rushing, splashing its cold waters to your pale skin was the only thing that was ever so relaxing. You thought about it again and again, Percy and his quest to retrieve the master bolt. Where was your little brother? The one you cared for much..

It was 5 in the morning, most of the campers were still sleeping, the counselors were awake, keeping the cabins and activities on track. You stared at the picture over and over again, you and percy in an amusement park, you clutching a teddy bear your mom won for you at the fair and a pink cotton candy your mom bought for Percy, Sally was behind you two, smiling widely, her arms wrapped around you and percy's neck. You all looked happy.

But that's life, you've got to accept that your mom is gone, or so you thought..you don't know who to believe anymore.

a twig snapping from behind caught you off guard, you flinched and quickly turned around, revealing someone. Luke.

The Hermes Boy.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, earning a chuckle from him, you kept staring at the rushing river while he sat beside you.

"What's wrong?" you sniffed, wiping the tears on your eyes.

"Nothing, why do you even care?" Luke shrugged and watched your eyebrows knit together.

"Can I not care? We're friends afterall"

"Since when did we became friends? i just arrived at camp Two weeks ago, we can't just magically be friends and make friendship bracelets together" You sniffed and looked at him, carefully waiting for a response.

"Ever since I helped you with archery, you agreed to become my friend" Those words registered in your mind before finally remembering it.

You did accepted him as a friend.

"Oh."

"Yes 'oh' , Now tell me what are you so upset about? is it about Percy?" You sighed, shaking your head, tears threatening to spills from your eyes.

"My mom and brother, I blamed myself for what happened on the hill, I could've saved her! I could've driven the minotaur away so that my mom can escape, i'm old enough to fight I—"

"—But you were attacked, You can't force yourself to fight, The healers had to carry you all the way to the infirmary and said you were badly injured—"

"—That doesn't matter!—"

"—It does!" Luke snapped. Your face frowned, confusion washing all over you, Tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

"You matter to me, I know you did your best to save your mother that night" He whispered, moving closer to you, his warm palms brushing your tears away, followed by a kiss on your forehead.

He brought you closer to him, Your chest pressed against his, your head rested on his neck, he pressed his nose on your hair and inhaled your sweet coconut shampoo while he rubbed your back.

You found yourself leaning into his touch, sighing in comfort.

——

You can drive all night

Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Lookin' for the answer

Flashback

The feeling of rain drops trickling down your face was so relieving, No wonder why your mom does it all the time, sitting on the balcony of your small, dingy apartment in Upper East Side manhattan, thinking about your dad, Ignoring Gabe.

Now you were in Camp halfblood, doing the same thing.. But you weren't thinking about you dad..It was rather about Luke Castellan and his stupid smile, his fluffy dark curls and gorgeous eyes, there was at least maybe fifty percent chance that you might end up with him. why fifty tho? Well, Him talking to that gorgeous Aphrodite girl says otherwise.

You inhaled the intoxicating scent of wet trees before smiling, your clothes drenched. but you didn't care less.

It wasn't until you felt a presence behind you, and it was none other than the boy you were thinking about.

His orange Camp Halfblood shirt was also drenched, his toned body was visible.

His presence was annoying, but you loved it at the same time. He nudged you, and of course, you shot him glare.

"You love annoying me, do you?" You sighed, squeezing water out from your wet clothes, He laughed and helped you up.

"I do"

"more than Silena?"

Luke paused.

"What does Silena Beauregard have to do with this?"

You chuckled softly, Luke's confused gaze still peering at you "Don't you like her?" You asked, jealousy laced into your voice like venom as the rain stilled poured heavily, thunderclouds were rumbling on the sky, signaling a much heavier storm.

Luke's eyes never left yours, as if tho he was trying to tell you something, he stepped forward, brushing away a strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, cupping your cheeks at the same time.

everything seemed to have stopped, the rain, the storm. everything felt so unreal...

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes never leaving his.

"I don't like Silena Beauregard"

There was a moment of silence between you and him.

"I love you, Y/n, From the moment I saw you on that hill. You stole my heart, And i'm letting you keep it"

The exact dialogue that you imagined him saying was coming true, your heartbeat became fast, as you felt his lips inching closer to yours.

——

Funny how it seems like yesterday

As I recall, you were lookin' out of place

Gathered up your things and slipped away

No time at all, I followed you into the hall

Flashback

It was midnight, and you were packing silently in Cabin 3.

Your senses finally came to you, and you're gonna save your mother and brother. Chiron and Mr. D were against you, saying that it was too dangerous for you outside the camp's border since you're a daughter of a Big Three god, Therefore your blood can attract monsters miles away, But you didn't care less.

Obedience doesn't come naturally to you.

even if it meant leaving Luke.

The engraving of your father's image came back to you, you remembered his smile when you were young, while he hummed a tune while cradling you gently into his arms like a delicate pearl.

you prayed silently at him, to protect you, since this journey is about your family afterall.

looking one last time at your cabin, you went ahead on the camp's hill, walking quietly as possible, the small flicker of light in the Hermes Cabin caught your breath, then, there was silence. It was only you and the crickets chirping.

The sight of the big, light blue farmhouse gave you chills, especially the attic..that was your main goal..

To talk to the oracle.

You carefully picked the lock until there was a *Click*

slowly opening the door, you held your breath and aimed for the stairs, each step you took made a creaking sound, but Mr. D and Chiron seemed to be deep asleep since no one even heard it.

Once you reached the attic, the cold midnight breeze seemed to greet you because you suddenly felt cold. Shivering slightly, you walked towards the mummified body of the oracle, carefully trying not to bump on pickled monster heads in gigantic mason jars.

"Hello...uhm— Goodmorning?" That was horrible.

The mummy didn't budge. Instead, a green smoke came out of the mummy's mouth, and a deep voice swirled inside your head.

"I am the Oracle of Delphi, Speaker of Prophecies of the Phoebus Apollo, Slayer of the Mighty Python. Approach, Seeker, And ask"

You held your breath and clutched your bag tighter.

"I came to ask if I will be able to save my mom and brother." There was a slight hope in your voice as you waited for the oracle to speak.

The mummy's voice swirled inside your head once more. This time, the voice was deeper;

'In shadows deep, a maiden weeps,

Her fate is sealed, in darkness sleeps.

Her lover's heart, a flame ablaze,

In vengeance sworn, for her he'll rise.

Then, There was silence.

"Hold on— I don't understand!" You ushered, your voice was a little loud as you nudged the mummy again, but again— Silence.

The Prophecy didn't made any sense, It didn't mention your mother or brother, You expected something like; "Victory will be yours and a happy family shall be reunited once more".

Looking at the mummy one more time, you left the attic and climb down the stairs.

Once you were out of the big house, You saw a silhouette infront of you.

You froze and pulled out your dagger.

When the moon got brighter. it revealed Luke.

Still in his Camp Halfblood t-shirt with messy bed hair and red and black checkered Pj's.

"Y/n?" His raspy voice asked.

"Luke—"

Then, His eyes shifted on your bag.

It came to him.

"You're leaving?" He stepped forward.

You bent your head down in shame and nodded.

"I want to find percy and mom...I just can't stay here at Camp and do nothing, They can be in danger!"

"And what if you didn't make it? How about me? did you ever think that?" Tears formed in your eyes.

"Leaving is hard, Luke." You whispered.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you ferociously. He pulled away and took a bracelet out of his pocket with a small engraving of your initial and his, beside a wing and a trident.

"Promise me one thing" Luke whispered, taking your arms and putting the bracelet on your wrists.

"Anything..."

"Be back safely in my arms..."

A small smile graced upon your lips before you nodded.

"I Promise"

——

Cigarette daydream

You were only seventeen

Soft speak with a mean streak

Nearly brought me to my knees

Flashback

There was an arrival on Camp.

Luke Castellan hoped that it was you, his girlfriend, who he had waited for almost a month. He expected you to walk inside camp, smiling widely while the crowd cheered, You running towards him, kissing him, Ever so happy that you're back in his arms.

That was what he thought.

Instead, two healers were carrying a stretcher, and a white cloth covered the person who was lying on the makeshift bed.

Everyone was gathered in the entrance, strings of gasps and mumbles in disbelief continued as Chiron and Mr. D fought.

Then, an arm dangled out of the stretcher, Luke never knew that simple accident would make his heart drop.

He saw a familiar gold bracelet.

The world stopped all of a sudden.

There you are, laying on the stretcher as the healers carried it towards the lightened funeral pit.

His warm hands brushed your cold cheeks, praying to the gods that you might wake up. But the large slice on your neck says otherwise.

Mr. D and Chiron's argument was now heard since the crowd went silent while watching Luke cry.

"She ran away and disobeyed us! She doesn't deserve a funeral pit! only heroes—"

"SHE IS A HERO!" Yelled Chiron, shutting Dionysus up with a frown. He stomped away.

Luke buried his head on your neck, sobbing quietly. He can't accept it. The only girl that had brightened up his darkened world was gone. He wanted to feel you again, like a secret and a sin.

You were the first person he ever showed his heart to, and you were the reason no one will ever see it again.

——

You can drive all night

Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Lookin' for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

Lookin' for the answers

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standin' in the pourin' rain

Flashback

Perseus Jackson was back at Camp.

He was happy, Yes. But the first person who he searched for was his sister.

The blonde boy scanned the crowd that clapped for him, hoping that his sister was there, grinning at him before hugging him tightly.

But when he asked Annabeth where you are, she looked down, her eyes softening before it glistened with tears.

"Percy..I'm sorry" She tried to step forward, but he stepped away, He looked at Annabeth like she was crazy.

"What do you mean 'I'm sorry'? Look, Annabeth, I'm tired of jokes. Where's my sister?"

A tear rolled down on Annabeth's cheeks.

"A week before we left for our quest...Y/n..she tried to follow and save us.. But when she reached Santa Monica... She was caught between Chimera and Hydra..She— She didn't make it"

Percy shook his head and stepped back, Tears were now threatening to spill from his eyes.

"I don't like your jokes, Annabeth" He whispered, Horrified.

"It's no Joke" Luke's voice came from behind.

"She's been burned in a funeral pit fit for a hero, She's buried now"

Percy gaped at Luke.

"You're not— Please, Don't tell me this is true" Percy begged.

"It's true, Percy. They'll pay for her death" Luke's voice cracked as he stared at Percy, His eyes filled with cold resentment.

——

You can drive all night

Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain

You wanna find peace of mind

Lookin' for the answer

If we can find a reason, a reason to change

Lookin' for the answer

If you can find a reason, a reason to stay

Standin' in the pourin' rain

Flashback

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

Percy held up his sword at Luke, but Backbiter was much bigger, and Luke was stronger. Unlike Percy, who had a small bronze sword.

"Clarisse didn't steal the bolt. You did. You worked with Ares to plot it on me! So when the shoes you gave me pulled me down to tartarus... The bolt will be delivered right back to Kronos."

Luke's face hardened.

"I never thought you'd give 'em to grover to wear, I AM your friend percy, none of this was meant to betray you!"

Percy kept his sword aimed at Luke.

"And my sister... Did you also forcefully send her after me so she can be killed, hm?"

Her lover's heart, a flame ablaze, In vengeance sworn, for her he'll rise

"Why do you think so lowly of me, Percy? Why would I send the girl I love on a deadly quest?" Luke tried to slash percy, but he dodged it quickly.

"You're the one who should've died. Percy. Not her."

The tip of backbiter was now at Percy's face, the dim moonlight shone above as fireworks started being launched.

"She's supposed to be here! Right now! With me, in my arms! But she's six feet deep because of you. Did you really think that your dad tried to save her? Did you really think that the Gods had mercy on her when they watched her struggle between those monsters? No. That was enough proof that the gods NEVER CARED ABOUT US! Her blood spilt shamelessly, She died a commoner's fate." His venomous words stung Percy to the core.

"And believe me, when I say this; I'll build an entire army to avenge her"

With that, Luke sliced the arch and vanished.

A/N

Hi again! I'm slowly finishing my drafts...So......KEEP AN EYE ON MY POSTS! IT MIGHT BE YOUR REQUESTS!

©️

[builtbykittie]

The right side of my neck

J.t.k x f!reader

See part two here

Summary: when you attend a New Year's Eve party, the last thing you'd expect is to run into your old best friend, let alone fall in love with him all over again.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, mentions of underage alcohol consumption, very very SLIGHT angst, fluff?, kissing, longggg make out sesh, veryyy touchy, no smut (yet..)

A/N: are y'all tired of the Jake fics yet? Anyways, go listen to the right side of my neck by Faye Webster then come back because it's basically the entire theme of the fic. Also can I just say I love doing song inspired fics??? Enjoy!!🫶

You stare at yourself in the mirror, your head tilted to the side as you try to come to a conclusion. The dress your roommate picked out for you is very pretty, but skimpy. It's incredibly short and if you're not careful enough you could flash everyone at the party, whether it's your boobs or your ass.

"Y/N, you ready?" Your roommate shouts from the living room, and you realize just how long you've been staring at the dress. "Yeah, I just.." you walk out of your room, dropping your hands by your sides in defeat. "I don't know."

"Oh come on, girl. You look hot!" She walks over to you, brushing your hair away from your eyes. "I'm going to flash someone, Ana, seriously," you take a step back, silently telling her to take another look at the dress. She quirks a brow and looks you up and down, a smile playing on her lips "at least you'll look good doing it."

"So are you wearing it or not?" She crosses her arms, growing impatient. "Fine," you mutter, slinging your purse over your shoulder. Ana's eyes light up, a big grin growing on her face "Yay! Maybe you'll catch someone's eye..."

Ana was the first to take you in after moving to Nashville. You originally knew her from when you lived in Michigan as kids, she moved to Nashville a few years before you did and you got in contact with her as soon as you found out you were also moving.

"If I embarrass myself in front of an entire party I'm blaming it on you," you smile, slipping in the passenger seat as Ana starts the car. Ana got invited to a New Year's Eve party hosted by some musician she'd somehow become friends with and could bring one other person, she chose you.

"Are the people gonna be all... Pretentious?" you giggle, resting your face on your palm. "Well.. it isn't just musicians. I mean I got invited," Ana smiles, pulling out of the driveway.

It wasn't very long until Ana was pulling into the driveway of a large house, cars lined up along the street. Ana introduced you to her friend and people she knew, staying by your side for the majority of being there. She wasn't wrong, there were plenty of 'normal' people, but there was also plenty of artists.

Living in Nashville, you see countless musicians, but you never really talked to any of them until tonight. "See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad," Ana grins, pushing your hair from your face and throwing back her drink.

"Oh my god," you grab Ana's arms, a smile pulling on your red cheeks. "What!?" She practically yells back, her eyes wide. "I love this song!" You shout, grabbing her hands and moving them to the song playing. You watch her face relax, a large grin growing on her face as she starts to dance with you "Jesus girl you scared me."

Just then, you catch a glimpse of something that nearly takes your breath away. Something you never thought you'd see again.

"Holy shit," you mutter just above a whisper, taking a complete step back. "Ana, holy shit," you look to your roommate, your lips parted and your eyes comically wide. "What, Y/N?" She looks around, confused at your shock until she also sees it.

"Y/N is that.." Ana gasps, her palm over her mouth. You both try not to stare, try to pry your eyes from him, but neither of you can help it.

Just as you go to say something, his head turns in your direction and you watch a look of pure shock wash over his face. Jacob fucking Kiszka.

You take Ana's wrist, practically running away from him and pulling her with you. Jake was your best friend growing up, you guys did absolutely everything together. You were always by each other's sides and when you weren't, you made it your job to let everyone around you know. You were smitten with him, it was a bond nobody could ever break, that was until you had to move away after graduation.

When you moved, you completely lost all contact. It killed you. The first year was the worst, you grieved him as if something horrible had happened. As if he'd passed. Sometimes you still find yourself wondering what it'd be like if you never left Michigan, or maybe if in another universe you stayed friends, even after all these years.

You knew you should be happy to see him, but all those emotions from that year just came rushing back to you. You weren't ready to talk to him, not yet. "Y/N, oh my fucking god!" Ana shouts, her mouth wide open. You stop in a darker area, desperately hoping people won't notice you as tears form in your eyes and you start to practically hyperventilate.

"Oh, Y/N," Ana runs her hand through your hair, pulling you into a hug. You're more than grateful that she understands, if you were with anyone else they would've interrogated you about everything. The sweet scent of her perfume calms you down slightly, giving you enough courage to pull away and collect yourself.

Your mind had been running a thousand miles, so many emotions running through your head at once. "Not to overwhelm you but... Do you think you're gonna talk to him?" Ana questions, walking over to the sofa with you and sitting down.

"I... I don't know," you drop your head "I feel like I kinda have to, you know? I spent so much of my life with him." Ana nods, tucking your hair behind your ear as you talk. "Hm. I think you should. I mean, no offense but I feel like it'd be.. I don't know.. bitchy to not say anything. I just don't want you to be sad again," she smiles sweetly, looking up and finding none other than Jake's twin brother.

"Y/N," she whispers, bumping you with her elbow "Josh is here too." Of course, as if you weren't distraught enough by Jake, Josh is here too. He knew exactly how you felt about Jake, you trusted him with your life. There were countless nights you'd stay up telling him your deepest secrets, including how in love you were with Jake.

"Y/N?" You hear your name get called from across the room by a voice nobody could ever mistake. You and Ana look at each other with wide eyes for a moment, having a silent conversation before you toughen up and face him. "Oh my god. Y/N!" Josh practically runs over to you, taking you into probably the tightest and longest hug you've ever experienced the second you stand up.

"It's really you, huh?" Josh pulls back slightly, his hands still on your back as he marvels at your all grown-up look. "Mhm," you smile "this is crazy. I really never thought I'd see you again." The look on Josh's face is pure serenity, so excited to see you. You wish you felt the same.

"You look amazing!" Josh nearly shouts, exaggerating every word with his hands. "Are you kidding? You look incredible," you grin, placing your hands on your hips and watching him shy away, a genuine giggle slipping past your lips at the sight.

Josh moves on to Ana and you stand there silently, conflicting emotions coursing through your head as they catch up. "What are you doing in Nashville?" Josh quirks an eyebrow, his eyes so bright and genuine. "I live here now. Well, we live here," you gesture to Ana. "Yeah. She sleeps on my couch," Ana jests, crashing her hip into yours.

"Are you serious!?" Josh exclaims "we live here!" Your eyes open comically wide and your cheeks turn burning red "you're joking." A loud chuckle erupts from Josh's mouth "I'm not."

"That's so- I mean- when did you move? Why?" You stammer, frantically looking back and fourth between Josh and Ana. "We just needed a place to settle down, you know? I mean we'd just been basically living out of suitcases," Josh smiles, but quickly picks up on the blank look playing across your features. Suitcases? Settle down? Now you're really confused.

"Oh my god- you don't know, do you?" Josh's face lights up, a certain glimmer in his eyes becoming evident. You simply shake your head with a tight-lipped smile, your eyebrows tipped slightly up in confusion. "Remember that little band we had?" You can tell Josh is proud of what he's about to say.

Josh's grin somehow grows even larger as he watches you connect the dots. "Shut up," you nearly whisper "are you serious?" Josh simply just wears a proud grin as he nods. You're overwhelmed with excitement, however it seems to turn into something else. Shame maybe?

Your cheeks flush pink and suddenly you're filled with guilt. You didn't even care to find out about what they've been doing. You could've easily searched his name and instead you chose to be ignorant.

"Oh my god I can't believe I didn't know! I mean, we spent so many years together and I didn't have a clue what you guys are up to now. I'm so sorry, Josh." He gives you a weak smile and shakes his head "no, it's okay. I understand. Don't worry, Y/N." His reassurance should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn't. You muster up a tight-lipped smile but fail to hide the hint of shame behind it.

The next few moments are quiet, and you tell he's hesitant about what he's about to say next.

"Have you talked to Jake?"

For a split second you can almost feel your heart stop. No. No, I didn't talk to him because I ran. I was too afraid to even look him in the eye, you think to yourself. But what could you possibly be afraid of? Shouldn't you be overcome with joy? Completely and utterly sublime?

"Uh... No, I haven't," you drop your head "but I did see him." Josh's brows furrow in confusion, but he seems to understand. "I don't know what happened. I just- I saw him and-" you start to stammer, but fortunately, Josh just cuts you off. "Hey, it's okay," josh giggles, smoothing his hand over your arm.

You let the gentle feeling of his hand calm you down, an upside-down smile making it's way to your lips. "But, I think you should go talk to him. Alone," Josh's tone gets slightly more serious. You know he's right.

You stand there for a moment, collecting the thoughts that have been bouncing around every inch of your skull. "Okay," you all but whisper as you smooth out your dress. "How do I look?"

You let Josh and Ana shower you with praise for a little, letting them boost your confidence. You definitely need it. "You guys better stay right here," you nervously smile "in case I can't find him."

The two wish you good luck and send you on your way. You feel giddy as you make your way through the party, zigzagging through bodies, heaven only knows how badly you want to stop. How badly you want to run back to josh and Ana. You feel your palms and the soles of your feet start to sweat, but you can't turn back. Not again.

Just as you're about to give up, you spot him. Some girl is practically hanging on him, and suddenly you're not so sure about going up to him. Why should you care if a girl's with him? It's not like you ever dated, and after all the years you think you'd be over him by now.

Suck it up. You stand up straight, fixing your dress and hair, watching as the girl places her hand on his chest, running it down his torso. She's gotta be his girlfriend... But he doesn't look too infatuated with her. God, why does it matter? What difference does it make?

You take a step, your legs carrying yourself towards him before you can even get your thoughts sorted. You take another step, then another, then stop. You're closer now, but there's still plenty of space. Maybe you're not as ready as you thought you were.

You can't stop watching the girl. You're about to just ignore it and toughen up when he looks in your exact direction. This time you don't immediately run away, you stand there, holding eye contact for a couple seconds before you almost run to the bathroom.

In the corner of your eye, you're almost positive you see him shrug off the girl and start to practically run after you.

You speed up to the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you, as if a killer was chasing after you. As you observe yourself in the mirror, there's a gentle knock on the door, followed by your name. It's Jake.

You clamp your eyes shut, wishing that, for a moment, you could cancel out the world around you. Sucking in a deep breath, you reach for the doorknob, your shaky hands slowly opening the door. "Hey," Jake's voice is soft and raspy, sending a chill down your spine.

You hesitate, your eyes raking over his entire body "Hi, Rockstar." A shy smile finds it's way to his lips, and you can't help the grin pulling on yours. As you step out of the room, he holds out his arms.

You practically throw yourself into him, you never really realized just how badly you'd craved his warmth until right now. "I missed you," you mumble into his chest.

"Oh Y/N, you have no idea," Jake chuckles, rubbing your back. Tears prick your eyes as all those memories come rushing back to you, but you hold them back as best as you can. Finally breaking the embrace, the two of you silently just look at each other. Your eyes rake his body, though he's still relatively young, he's aged well from the last time you've seen him. You can't deny, he looks amazing.

"I think Josh and Sam might've thought of kicking me out if I mentioned you one more time that first year," Jake chuckles, "but we all missed you." Oh come on, Jake, you think to yourself, because your eyes become glossy with tears yet again.

"I was actually the opposite," you confess, your cheeks suddenly burning up. "I couldn't bring you up without crying," you giggle "but I swore I smelled that cologne you used to wear every single day for months." A soft grin plays on his lips "I've upgraded since then."

"Congratulations, y'know, on your band," you smile and playfully push him. "Thanks. You surprised we made it?" He jokes, but you can tell there's slight sincerity behind it. "Not even," you roll your eyes with a grin, starting to walk towards the kitchen, silently telling him to follow.

"Oh yeah?" He smirks, hastily following you through the bodies of people. "Yeah, I mean, It's always been your dream. I can't imagine you being anything other than a rockstar. I mean, you guys had room for improvement, of course," you giggle, your eyes set on shot glasses on a table in front of you.

A chuckle bubbles up from his chest "yeah. Hey, have you heard us?" You reach the table, silently pouring yourself and Jake shots "uh... no. If I'm honest, I didn't even know you guys.. you know... Still made music."

Jake's eyes widen slightly "Really? Not even on the radio?" You shake your head, suddenly feeling extremely guilty. You can tell he's just a little hurt, not mad, just upset that you never even cared. Who can blame him?

"Who knows, maybe I have heard it," you hold out his shot with a slightly guilty smile, jake accepting it with a grin. The two of you throw back the shots on the count of three, flashbacks of your graduation party resurface in your mind. It was one of those nights when you just wished nothing could ever change, but of course, everything did. If only you knew then what would happen.

"So," jake smirks, that cocky little expression you recognize from your teens. You hum and step closer, returning his energy. "Wanna talk about that night?" Your eyes blow wide, your cheeks flushing an embarrassing shade of red. That night. One of the last times you'd seen him. It was a going away party. You were practically on top of him, and he had to turn you down because of how drunk you were.

"Oh my god. Seriously, Jake? That was years ago," you whine out of embarrassment, remembering just how desperate you were. "I remember it like it was yesterday," he grins, poking your side. He puts on a high pitched voice, mocking you "Jake please, I want you..."

"Jake!" You whine "how do you even remember that?" He erupts with a cocky laugh "how could I not?" You roll your eyes, your cheeks so red and so hot you feel like you need to dunk your face in ice water. He's still as cocky as you remember.

"So, you talked to josh, huh?" jake smiles "y'know I'm hurt, you ran from me yet you had no problem talking to my twin." He puts his hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Well, I didn't really have a choice. He kinda cornered us," you giggle, turning around and pouring yourself something sweet.

"Mhm," he smirks and steps up to your side, leaning against the counter. "You look so.." he doesn't finish his sentence. "What? Gorgeous? Sexy?" You grin, sipping the concoction you'd put together and mirroring his position.

"I was gonna say old," he chuckles, grabbing a champagne glass and the bottle of Dom Perignon off the counter. "Wow," it's your turn to look hurt "I could say the same thing about you." But you couldn't. He definitely looks more mature, yes, but far from old.

"You guys live here now? Like, all of you?" You sip your drink. "Well, only the three of us. And Daniel of course," he grins, and you watch intently how his plush lips close around the edge of the glass he drinks out of. You quickly, and awkwardly avert your gaze once he catches you, a chuckle slipping past those pink lips.

"So," he practically purrs "you got a new years kiss?" Your cheeks flush red and you make a rather disgusted face "god no." Jake tilts his head to the side with a smirk at your question. "Do you? I saw that girl all over you earlier," you poke his chest, that warmth of his on the tip of your finger makes your heart ache for another embrace.

"Oh, no," he smiles bashfully, shaking his head. "She was making me rather uncomfortable, actually," he snickers, fixing his almost completely unbuttoned shirt. This is the first time tonight that you completely took in his outfit. Two beautiful silver necklaces resting against his bare chest, his signature unbuttoned shirt, a black blazer over the top of it and black pants "you grew out of the old flannels?"

"Of course not," he stands straight in protest "I just wanted to be a little more fancy."

Before you knew it, it was almost twelve and you'd completely forgotten about josh and Ana. The two of you were so lost in conversation, or you just trying to stand up against his cockiness, that you lost all track of time. You and Jake had absentmindedly wandered through the house over some time, not taking account of how much alcohol you've had.

You found that Jake still had an effect on you, could still effortlessly make you blush like a little girl. You also found that those feelings you felt all those years ago might've never left.

"Oh shit," you mutter as you notice the time on your phone, mindlessly taking his hand and dragging him with you as you wander through the large house.

"Where are we going?" Jake practically shouts and you hear the giggle in his words as he stumbles along behind you. "To find Josh and Ana! It's like eleven fifty-eight!"

As you're about to give up looking for them, you crash into someone, sending you to the cold wooden floor. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You fix your hair, your cheeks beet red as you grab your purse. Jake reaches his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet in one quick movement.

As soon as you get up, the countdown starts. Ten! You look at Jake with wide eyes. Nine! You start to giggle. Eight! Jake begins to laugh with you, still holding you close. The countdown seems to be going by too fast. Five!.. Four! You now have three seconds to decide what to do. Three! You look around to the couples getting ready for their kiss.

Jake seems to be just as lost as you, you've both stopped giggling now. Two! You look at Jake, his low, slightly bloodshot eyes stare back at you, a grin pulling on his cheeks. Your hands come up to cup his face and his large hands pull you in by your waist. One! Jake pulls you in even closer and before you can think, your lips find his.

Your hands move to his hair, the tips of your fingers massaging into his scalp as your lips mould with his. You almost feel as if electricity is flowing through every part of you and you never want this moment to end. The warmth of his body and the lingering taste of alcohol on his breath is addicting.

Your nose presses into his face, pressing yourself as close as possible into him and you start to lose your breath, but you cant get enough. When you finally lose your breath completely, you break the contact with your lips, resting your forehead against his. "I have waited... Far too long for this," Jake whispers, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it.

You almost forget you're in public until someone bumps into you two. You break the embrace and you look at each other, silently coming to the realization that neither of you are done. Without hesitation, he grasps your wrist and pulls you through the people who probably saw the two of you kissing. The thought makes you grimace. PDA has never been your thing, even at parties.

Once Jake finally manages to find an open bathroom, he pulls you into the room and gently presses you up against the closed door. You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, drawing circles into his warm flesh with your thumb. You pull his face close to you and once again let your forehead rest against his.

The two of you just stand there for a moment, breathing each other in and gently running your hands along each other's body. "I thought I'd never get to touch you again," Jake whispers, taking your hands in his, and kissing every one of your fingers down to your palms.

The moment he's done, he drops your hands and pulls you into him, running his tongue along your bottom lip. The way he's exploring your body, praising you and being so gentle, could almost make you cry. You know saying goodbye is gonna be impossible.

His lips press against yours again, his large hands cupping the back of your neck. "I just want to.." Jake breathes between kisses "make up for all that time I should've been kissing you." Your heart aches at his words. You don't know how you'll ever be able to stay away from him after tonight.

Jake's calloused fingers wander down your body, running past your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. No matter how close he pulls you it never seems to be enough for either of you.

Like his hands, his kisses begin to wander down. His lips light your body on fire as they drag along your neck. "Jake," you breathe, your fingers entangled in his wavy hair. You feel a smile on his lips and he hums against your neck, a shiver creeping up your spine once he bundles up the fabric of your dress in his fist, leaving your ass slightly exposed.

He doesn't fail to kiss every inch of your neck, sucking the skin behind your ear into his mouth and lapping at the skin. Soft, barely audible breathy moans escape your mouth, each one further encouraging Jake. Slowly and gently, he makes his way back up to your lips, his hands still resting on the small of your back and grasping your dress.

Your hands find his face, your fingers coming up to his lips, feeling the plush pink flesh beneath the digits. You finally have him at the tips of your fingers, literally, and you're not gonna waste it.

He smiles, letting you take full advantage of the moment, knowing that you've both waited years for this exact moment. One of your hands moves his hair away from his face and you cup his cheeks, kissing his forehead down to the very tip of his nose. You draw lines of kisses all across his face, over those cheek bones you've always loved, his jawline, his temples.

Finally, your lips return to his, his tongue brushing over your lip. You part your lips, allowing him access to your mouth. His tongue dances with yours so beautifully, as if you've kissed him like this thousands of times, and god, the taste of him.

He bundles up your dress at your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of the back of your thighs as he lifts you up, and you can't help but erupt in a fit of giggles, grasping onto him. He carries you to the counter and gently places you down, his rough hands running down your bare thighs sends a shiver up your spine. "Hi," You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into you.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it before smashing his lips into yours. You lean into him, your hands cupping the back of head. His hands are still on your thighs, slowly moving further and further upwards with each second. His thumb caresses the smooth surface as his fingers gently squeeze the skin.

A shiver creeps it's way up your spine as you feel Jakes calloused fingers sneak up under where your dress is bunched up at your waist, slowly moving up your tummy. Just as his fingers reach your breasts, someone knocks at the door.

This startles you, and you both flinch back. "Hello? Is Y/N in here?" Calls a voice from behind the door, it's unmistakably Ana's.

"Uh," you clear your throat "yeah!" Jake grabs your waist and helps you down without making much noise. You both look at each other, panicked. "Hey, I don't mean to be boring I gotta go, so.." she shouts over the loud voices and booming music.

"Oh, no it's okay! Don't worry," you try your best to flatten out your dress, noticing the large wrinkles from where he grabbed at and bunched up the fabric. You shakily open the door, your cheeks flushed bright red.

"I checked every bathroom. Well every one I could fin-" she cuts herself off once she notices the man behind you. He lets out a low chuckle, "she drank a little too much, we tried to find you but it would've been too late. Poor girl." You stand awkwardly as Jake makes up a story on the spot and rubs your back, watching Ana's grin grow bigger.

"Ohhh I see," Ana smirks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the door. "Sorry, Jake. I wish we could talk more but we really gotta go. Especially if Y/N is sick," she grins, slinging her arm over your shoulder. "We should have lunch soon!" She digs through your purse and grabs your phone, opening your contacts and handing the phone to Jake.

Once he's done typing in his number, she drops your phone back in your purse, saying bye and beginning to walk off. "Ana, why don't you go? I'll catch up," you smile, subtlety giving her a look that she instantly picks up on. "Oh, of course," she smirks, blowing a kiss and walking away.

"So," you flip around, straightening out Jake's jacket "see you soon?" His grin grows wide and his eyes glimmer with something you can't quite place. "See you soon," he chuckles and leans close to your ear "I'm not finished with you."

The words send a shiver down your spine, and your cheeks turn an embarrassing shade of red. He kisses your warm cheek before grabbing your chin and placing a peck to your lips.

"Bye," you nearly whisper, smiling like a little girl. "Don't be afraid to call me," Jake winks, placing a kiss to your forehead and walking off. You can't help but look back at him, the thoughts in your head swarming around like bees.

As you catch up with Ana, you catch yourself smiling, unable to knock the stupid expression off your face. You know you're in deep.

[longing-for-rain]

so I dunno if you've seen my "I just watched ATLA again" post (probably not) but something happened with it that is kind of bothering me and I was wondering if you'd be willing to take a look and tell me what you think of this.

my post was basically about how Katara was treated in LOK and how it's disturbing to me that she is completely absent from the narrative after ATLA in a way that she would literally never be if Bryke hadn't decided to assassinate her as a character. and someone responded to that with this:

is this even accurate? am I deluding myself or is this person just being a hater?? like it genuinely feels insane and scary to me that Katara was so easily sidelined now that she's married with kids, and this person says she actually wasn't that absent and that none of my concerns matter. and even though I never brought up Zutara in my post they decided the post was entirely about that and not my genuine horror at how Katara was treated after ATLA.

sorry if this isn't something you usually do. you were just the blog I thought of when this reply came because I know you're out here fighting these kinds of people and I needed another fan's advice.

No I think you’re 100% right. In fact, I think whoever wrote that post basically admitted as much without realizing it.

What these people fail to realize is, fictional characters aren’t real people. They don’t exist as autonomous beings. Everything they are is what is shown on screen. So if little to nothing of significance is shown about a character? That indicates the writers didn’t value that character and their story as much as the others. They didn’t consider it worth giving the same attention.

Admittedly she was unfortunately sidelined in the comics in LOK and didn’t have much involvement with the story or other characters…

Yes, exactly. Even the people who try and defend Katara’s treatment post-canon can’t avoid this fact. Her story was not valued by the writers. It was not included to the same extent. After becoming “the Avatar’s girl,” Katara’s role in the story was diminished. She ceased to be her own character with her own personality and arc.

…but she still accomplished a lot.

Ok, where? Did you forget that “show, don’t tell” is part of creative writing 101? I don’t care what they said Katara did or was in some supplementary material that came out over a decade later. They failed to show it in the actual story, which tells us everything we need to know about how Katara’s character was viewed.

You aren’t overreacting; you’re dead right. Sounds like this person ragging on you is having trouble separating fiction from reality and has a tendency to blame all media criticism on ship wars instead of actually thinking about it. Because I don’t know about you, but a large part of the appeal of Zutara to me is the fact that many fan-made narratives associated with it were created by women in direct response to the sidelining of Katara’s character. The continuing popularity of Zutara is in large part due to the fact it addresses many misogynistic and upsetting aspects of Katara’s fate, not the other way around.

[skyethel]

What does Judith Butler know about loading her son’s corpse in a cab? What does she know about the horror of turning a taxi into a hearse?

im so mad. i've been in mourning and a state of constant rage for palestine for the past few years, and these past weeks have been especially devastating. while im not palestinian myself, i have friends and family that are, and i cant help but be on edge about the things they cant afford to think about right now.

i read their 'thought piece'. its nothing new on that front, and thats why it makes me so mad. im really struggling to connect with the blind, white-american privilege of calling for non-violence in the face of a genocidal apartheid regime. the fucking gall of these so-called western intellectuals to preach how rampant anti-intellectualism has become just to turn around and buy into some colonial playbook of peace shit is hilarious. people i thought were with me on this, not only on palestinian liberation but on liberation full stop, have been a constant disappointment. i cut off so many ppl i called friends over the absolute lack of grace and empathy they handled this with. when are white western 'activists' going to stop treating us like timed bombs of irrationality?

this part in particular kept coming up and made me feel like i was going insane:

"When, however, the Harvard Palestine Solidarity Committee issues a statement claiming that ‘the apartheid regime is the only one to blame’ for the deadly attacks by Hamas on Israeli targets, it makes an error. It is wrong to apportion responsibility in that way, and nothing should exonerate Hamas from responsibility for the hideous killings they have perpetrated...The necessity of separating an understanding of the pervasive and relentless violence of the Israeli state from any justification of violence is crucial if we are to consider what other ways there are to throw off colonial rule"

literally nobody is asking anyone to 'exonerate' hamas. hamas is a military organization fighting the US-backed israeli occupation with smuggled weapons that is active in 365 km² at best. hamas is not even in the orbit when it comes to comparisons to israel.

israel said it with its own mouth that hamas is a product of israeli occupation. this isnt a matter of opinion, right? or am i too far left to think that a brutal occupation will radicalize its victims? and they gave them the means to become a 'terrorist organization'? how are you claiming to care about palestinians if you don't bother unsubscribing from the very schools of thought that constructed the occupation in the first place?

some of you 'leftists' have been lying about what you've been reading because where are the frantz fanon quotes you like to throw around, huh? where's the malcolm x, the angela davis? where are your insta posts with chomsky's books?

holy shit WHAT OTHER WAYS?

keep our communities out of your mouth. we are not some thought experiment you can exercise your conscience on. we're watching an ethnic cleansing unfold, and instead of supporting palestinians so many of you are playing out your own little fantasies of the 'progressive' solidarity you fail to show. sometimes, you need to fucking stop and listen instead of consulting the higher morality police on whether you need to 'contextualize' your incompetence.