#i just like the swirls on the cheeks soz guys

[noromantichero]

[chosos-mascara]

seven minutes

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - levi hates you. but, after spin the bottle decides your fate, you make up and hatred turns to lust.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college party, alcohol (therefore dub-con), kinda enemies 2 lovers, mentions of cheating (petra to levi), i feel like i wrote him ooc soz, PiV, condom usage, some instruction?

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"He's staring directly at you." Connie spoke, hushed voice close to your ear as his breath fanned over your cheek. Your eyes darted around the room, finally finding the narrow grey ones Connie had been referring to, aimed at you with a killer glare. Once making eye contact, he'd slowly looked away, scowl over his face as he'd watched Erwin speak hands gesturing as his friends had listened closely.

"Let me talk to him." Connie stood, but had been stopped by your hand reaching outward, fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Please, don't. Plus, it's his place - don't get us kicked out of the party." You'd begged him with your gaze, a small shake of the head. "Just ignore him, I'm fine." The persuasion had his figure relaxing, giving in and sitting back down on the battered three seater. Sasha threw an arm around him, sitting widely on the other side of him with drink in hand.

"We should play a game!" Sasha shouted in order for rest of the group to hear, Jean moving his chair closer, Eren, Mikasa and Armin leaning in. "How 'bout truth or dare?" Sasha had ended with a smile, the other members of the group instead groaning. "What?" Her question was lost in the chatter once more as those surrounding had lost interest. Connie had laughed at his friend, an eager girl who'd had a heart bigger than a brain - or perhaps, it had been her stomach.

"Why does Ackerman keep staring?" Jean's voice had pulled you from your focus on Connie and Sasha as he'd had his elbows to thighs, leaning forward.  "He thinks I had something to do with Petra cheating." You spoke as you'd swirled the drink around in the red solo cup, sighing before bringing it to lips. As you drank, you watched Jeans eyebrow furrow, thinking for a moment. He'd tried to connect the dots in his head, but couldn't. Once satisfied with the amount of liquor in your throat, you pulled the cup from your mouth and held it back down upon your lap, liquid now sufficiently lessened. 

"I was friends with Petra, back in freshman year. New to college, new to Germany as a whole - she was the student ambassador assigned to me. Brought me along to some parties, before I met you guys." As you'd explained, you'd looked through the corner of your vision to check what Levi had been doing. He'd stopped obsessing over your every movement, instead complaining to Hange, her arms wrapped around him as she'd laughed. He'd looked miserable as ever. 

"There was a party, it was in February that year - she got off with Eld in seven minutes in heaven. I opened the door and saw them, but didn't tell Levi. He found out a few weeks after and blames me for not telling him sooner." Your explanation had ended with a long exhale of breath you hadn't realised you'd held, another twist of the plastic cup.  "But that's ridiculous-" Jean began, but you raised a hand.  "He's right. I should've told him." Defeated tone, you slumped back against the cushions. 

"Seven minutes in heaven!" The shout of Pieck had brought you from the racing in your mind, an uncomfortable shift in the seat at the ill-timing of the announcement. An innate reaction of your sight meeting with Levi's had made matters worse, his hardened gaze looking back at you. Hange and Erwin had stood, smiling wide and preparing to move forward, while he'd remained seated. Fingers wrapped around your shoulders as you were pulled upward, suddenly aware of Sasha and Connie's excited expressions as they'd dragged you toward the circle forming on the other side of the room. 

"N-no, guys." The protests from your lips had been ignored as you'd fought against them, only to be seated among your group, bottle in the center of a wide circle.  "It'll be fun!" Sasha shouted as the bottle spun, the first pair of students making their way upstairs. First, the bedrooms would be filled out, with the final couple having to make do in the pantry cupboard. Sasha's cheeks turned red when the bottle's mouth had met her space, burning a deeper scarlet when it had spun again to land on Connie. 

That had left you beside Jean, awaiting the final two turns so you'd be able to leave, though as the spinning glass slowed and neared closer to you, your heart had been within your throat. Clear as day, no space for questioning, the green bottle had pointed at no one other than yourself. Time had seemed to slow as you watched anxiously at the second spin, bottle stopping within a matter of seconds. It had been with reluctance as you'd looked up, fear in your eyes replaced with horror when meeting with the bottle's suitor. It can't be-

Levi stared back at you, though hadn't looked frightened - he'd instead been filled with rage. When he'd began to stand, meaning to walk off, he'd been stopped by Erwin, who'd instead offered a shove toward the closet door. You'd been sat in shock, though soon found Eren and Mikasa following Erwin's actions, pushing you toward the pantry only a few meters away until both yourself and Levi had been shoved in, door barricaded on the other side. You'd fought to push it open, shoulder hitting into wood with loud thuds, eventually pushed aside by Levi as he'd repeated your actions. Loud groans of frustration left his chest as he'd kicked at the handle, though it had been in vain. 

"It's no use, Levi. We'll just have to wait until the time's up." A few boxes had been pushed against the wall and you'd taken one, placing it down behind you before sitting on it. Leaning back, you'd rested your head against one of many wooden shelves, watching as Levi had stopped taking his frustrations out on the door, instead sliding down the wood and meeting with the ground beneath his feet. He'd found himself in somewhat of a fetal position, ass to floor and knees folded to chest, head hanging low. Black hair had swayed before his face. 

For the first two minutes, there had been silence. You'd appreciated it, instead listening to the ambient chatter and muted music from beyond the closet door, though when sinking back and moving to allow yourself a more comfortable position, your knee had met with Levi's, igniting a fire within him as his head tilted back upward, eyes locking with yours. 

"Sorry-" You'd began a defensive apology, though had been cut short by his quick and stabbing anger.  "Don't fucking touch me." His words were muttered beneath his breath, though within the quiet of the closet, the closeness of the two of you, you'd been able to hear the statement clearly. "Why are you here, anyway? Who invited you and your shitty friend group?" A sigh of frustration had left you as he'd continued ranting. Drowning out his noise, you closed your eyes - squeezing them shut before taking a leap of faith and beginning to speak the words you'd wanted to say since that evening 18 months prior. 

"Levi -" Beginning, you'd interrupted yourself with a shaky exhale before continuing. "I'm so sorry. I should have told you when I saw them; but Petra was my only friend. I was so scared of being alone that I hadn't thought about you, and how you'd deserved to know."  Levi had let his stiffened exterior relax slightly, shoulders dropping. The open mouth with sharp tongue finally loosened, leaving an expression of thought written across his features. He'd calculated his reply for a few moments as your heart had raced, awaiting some sort of response. You'd considered continuing the apology before he'd finally started to speak, though hadn't needed to before he'd filled the silent air with a softer tone. 

"I appreciate honesty above all else." Levi spoke, hands clasping together, fingers interlacing as he'd continued. "If you'd have told me about Petra, Hange would've spoken to you - Erwin, too. And you have a group now, you didn't need her." Levi's statements felt redundant, though you'd appreciated the sudden lack of animosity.  "I'm sorry, Levi. Not telling you is something I regret, and it's actually part of the reason I don't speak to her anymore." His eyes had met with yours, and for the first time since their break-up, he hadn't looked at you with hate. "I wanted to speak with you about it, but you hated me so much that I couldn't get close to you even if I tried." 

He nodded, another exasperated sigh. "Just thought you'd sided with her." Levi explained, the tension within the closet suddenly lifting. Opening your mouth to speak again, you were interrupted by a loud bang; door opening and leaving Levi to fall backward. Hange had been on the other side, grin wide as Levi had scowled toward her, moving from the carpeted ground to brush himself off at his feet. You smiled toward Hange, pushing yourself from the crate you'd been sat rather uncomfortably upon to leave the cramped cupboard and return to your group of friends. 

"Shit, you were in there with Ackerman?" Jean's voice had been the first you'd heard since returning, to which you'd been left to nod. Though, a small smile on your face had spoken true feelings when he'd proceeded to ask how you'd still been alive.  "We made up, actually." Jean's questioning expression had caused a chuckle from your lips, glancing over your shoulder to look over to Levi and his own friends. They'd been within the midst of a game of beer pong, and Levi had looked to be winning. 

"I'm gonna grab another drink, want one?" He'd asked, and you'd accepted, watching him disappear into the crowd of people near the fridge. Somewhere on the kitchen counter had been a bowl of punch, surrounded by other forms of liquor and drafts.  "Wanna join?" An unfamiliar voice had sent some concern over your spine, though when meeting with Erwin's blue gaze, you'd relaxed. His offer had taken you by surprise, but you'd accepted nonetheless, walking toward the table covered with plastic cups, Hange hunched over and attempting to concentrate as they clutched a small white ball between their fingers, eyes squinting before letting go. They missed, ball instead falling flatly before the lip of a cup, bouncing onto the wood and hitting carpet. 

"Got another player!" Erwin had announced, but before you'd been able to participate, you'd felt a cold and sticky liquid coat your side, dripping over your arm and hip. Mouth wide and brows raised, your gaze shot to the perpetrator - a sorry looking Jean.  "Fuck." He spoke, placing the cup down beside others on the table and reaching toward you, though hands falling short as he'd realised he didn't have the resources to clean the liquor from your shirt. So, he'd instead stood with arms out before him, fingers spread and expression questioning his own next move. "Come on, brat. I'll get you a shirt." 

Levi had moved from the other side of the table to beside you, fingers ghosting over the skin of your clean arm as he pointed toward the doorway.  "I'll get you another shirt." The explanation had aided with your confusion, and as he'd walked away you'd followed, a quick side eye to Jean's red cheeked face before going along with the black haired male. 

He'd taken you upstairs, walking past a few doors before entering one at the end of the hall. You'd questioned whether to follow or stay behind, but after a few moments you'd given up on the internal confliction and walked into the room. It had been neat, freshly dusted and vacuumed with a faint scent of vanilla in the air. The furniture had matched a black and white tone, a desk, bookshelf and bed, muted lighting emitting only from a lamp beside the plain coloured sheets. 

Levi had stood at his closet, another door in the wall with many neutral toned garments on hangers, drawers beneath. He'd pulled a navy turtleneck and handed it to you, eyes shifting from the cotton to your warmed cheeks. You'd realised upon taking it that Levi had currently worn what had looked to be the same turtleneck, only in black.  "You can change in the bathroom." He commented, a quick point toward an en-suite before crossing one arm over the other. 

When pulling Levi's shirt over your head, you were encompassed by a scent that had felt alien, yet comforting. The scent you'd understood to be Levi's, one of ceder-wood; faint hints of bergamot. Lacing fingers with the hem, you glanced in the mirror, a tightness in your chest when glancing over your own body in something Levi had owned. The smell had been somewhat intoxicating - an intrusive reminder of whom the article of clothing had belonged to. 

Before the events of that night, you hadn't spoken with Levi much, only when in the presence of Petra. She'd controlled most conversations and he'd allowed her to, quietly appreciating her, loving her. You'd admired him at a distance and until now you'd assumed the admiration to be due to his attentiveness as a partner - a form of jealousy. Though, with his t-shirt clinging to your skin, his scent lingering over your nose and your heart beating wildly against your rib-cage, you'd began to question how exactly you'd felt about the Ackerman. 

Had it been admiration, or had it been attraction? Maybe, being Petra's friend you'd misjudged the way you'd felt when watching him, the way he'd expressed when you had conversed, the similarity of your opinions. With the apology and sudden new-ground between you, you'd known the magnetism you'd felt toward him hadn't simply been that of acclaim or approbation for his being - it had felt as if your body had formed some sort of crush. Though, you chalked it down to alcohol, and a new-found acquaintanceship. 

Turning the lock and exiting the bathroom, you held the dirtied shirt between your fingers. Levi had waited atop his bed while you'd washed off the liquid and changed, standing with one arm outstretched when you'd walked toward the center of the room.  "I'll wash it." Levi spoke, fingers drifting over the fabric while awaiting your approval.  "You don't have to-"  "Please. It's an apology for being so rude to you. Plus, you couldn't get that stain out without my help." Levi hadn't needed to persuade you further, the shirt leaving your grasp and entering his own. 

"Do you talk to her anymore?" Levi spoke, your shifting body stopping to turn back and face him. "Petra, I mean." He gripped the shirt tightly, grey eyes locked onto yours. You shook your head.  "You?"  "No." Levi dropped his gaze, maneuvering to sit on the mattress once more. 

"Aren't you gonna come down?" You'd asked while watching him slouch, still clutching at the cotton in his hands. He didn't answer, and in turn you walked to his body, seating yourself beside him. "What is it?" You questioned, but again you'd been left without a reply. A few anxious moments within silence had altered your mind, sifting through various shallow conversational topics as if your brain had been a filing unit.  "Thinking about the most eventful seven minutes in heaven you've experienced?" 

The joke had left your lips before you'd processed the statement, your body being left to cringe at the odd utterance. Teeth clenching, you shook your head, balling fists before turning to face Levi. He'd been watching you, an expression of either amusement or annoyance - you couldn't tell the difference with him.  "Sorry, that was stupid-" The apology had begun, yet you hadn't been able to proceed as he'd taken over.  "We can try again." Levi had responded quickly, a flash of hope over his countenance as he'd allowed such a risky assertion past his lips. 

"What?" You'd questioned in disbelief as he'd taken the moments following to think, finally acting upon the impulse within his body. Whether it had been alcohol or a rush of adrenaline he hadn't been sure, but Levi took control when leaning toward you to place a kiss over your lips, pulling back to assess your reaction. He'd dropped your shirt to the floor, eyes widening and an expression of regret, though you hadn't allowed him to indulge within guilt as you'd closed the gap once more. 

With a longer kiss, you'd been able to feel the softness of his lips against yours. A hand brought to cheek had caressed over Levi's pale skin, smooth under fingertips. He'd had narrow and sharp features, all able to be felt beneath your touch, the jut of his jaw, the smallness of his lips. There had been a buzz in your core, one you were sure had been partially caused by liquor, though aided by anxiety and excitement. 

Your hand had slowly moved to cup at the back of his head several kisses into the encounter, undercut grazing your fingers. When introducing tongue and slipping fingers to sit between the locks at the back of his head, Levi had also allowed his hands to leave the sheets. A squeeze over your thigh, drifting to your hip. You'd given a light tug to the thick of his hair as a gesture for him to straddle you, and he'd taken the offer. 

Falling with back to the mattress, you spread your legs to accommodate his frame, arms caging either side of your torso as he pressed his chest to yours, lips still moving leisurely with your own. As tongues roamed one another, there had been an influx of drool, a sheen coating each of your mouths. Spit from both you and him now merging, a fluid representing both lust and attraction toward the other. Levi's hand had finally moved downward and allowed him to tug at your jeans, a question of furthering the actions taken between you. You'd obliged nonetheless, fidgeting to undo the button and slide denim from your legs. He'd pulled back to kneel, fingers squirming to unbuckle his belt and undo trousers, until both you and Levi had been equally undressed, only the thin cotton of underwear moderating exposure. 

 Levi leaned forward to reconnect with you once more, lips working against yours as his erection had been hard against your slit, though each body still caged within the final layer of clothing. A roll of his hips to yours had caused a moan to erupt from you, uncomfortable wetness desperately needing more friction. You pulled back, hands against his chest lightly pushing against him to allow space. He'd watched you breathlessly, gaze threatening to drop to the glossy lips he'd wanted to re-attach himself to, though restraining as he'd awaited your question. 

"How far do you want this to go?" Heat had risen through you when you'd asked, a small smile forming across Levi's lips, an exhale of amusement before he'd replied.  "All the way." Reply whispered against the skin of your neck, you'd arched your back, goosebumps prickling bare skin. Levi had taken the movement as an invitation to slip his hand beneath the arch, fingers hooking to the clasp of your bra and opening the garment. Pulling back, he'd looked to you for consent, only sliding straps over your arms after you'd given a reassuring nod. 

"Do you have condoms?" You'd almost choked when Levi had taken a nipple into his mouth, a moan originating deeply from your chest when he'd rolled his tongue over the bud, fingertips grazing over the other. 

He pulled back to reach to the bedside table, fumbling around before pulling out a foiled packet. Once extending the rubber, he'd taken the last step of pulling your panties from covering you, dragging them over your thighs, slowly over calves until your feet had slipped through. For a moment, Levi watched over you to admire your figure, though soon gave into temptation and lined himself up, a languid slide forward complimented by a hiss between his teeth.  "Fuck." Levi's curse had caused you to clench over him, a sigh from lips when he'd pushed deeper. "So tight." 

Once bottoming out, he drew back, picking a pace as he rocked forward. The stretch you'd felt between legs had felt good, head pressing back to the pillow beneath as you'd let out a whine. Levi placed his thumb to his tongue, a quick glob of spit coating the digit before he brought it forward to lay over your clit, rubbing circles over the nerve. You'd allowed a louder moan out, pleasure displayed through another arch of your back, eyes squeezing closed.  "Levi-" Speaking his name had only encouraged him further, rolling into you while groaning, watching your contorted expression through half lidded eyes. 

"Feel s' good." The praise had been slurred as your mind had been too focused on the sensations between your thighs to give a more coherent statement, lip catching between your teeth when he'd continued to rub over you. The build up was nearing an end, whines and gasps growing louder.  "Shh," Levi had whispered, slowing his pace and earning a disapproving groan. "Unless you want everyone else to hear me fucking you?" Levi's comment caused your stomach to churn, though you'd been adamant with the boom of music and the bustle on the floor below that no one would be able to distinguish your muted moans from the music - if they'd even been able to hear. 

"Gonna cum." Levi had gone a little faster after the statement, eyes locked onto your tensed face, only straying slightly to catch a glimpse of himself inside you.  "Cum on my cock." His instruction had aided in pushing you over the edge, a coil within your core finally snapping. In return, Levi had groaned, mouth agape as he felt himself loosen, finally letting go. With both coming undone in unison, the moment had felt euphoric, a mess of whines and skin slapping on skin, breath panting as you'd felt yourselves grounding once more. 

a/n: not really edited cuz i'm lazy, sorry !!

[annabeth-graecus]

When I Taste Tequila

I'm a slut for college AUs recently and it's been so long since I've written anything I wanted to give this a go as a sort of warm up.

Song for this one is Tequila by Dan and Shay bc it's obviously where I got the inspiration for this

Also I’ve started posting my stuff on my AO3 account so go check it out pls kudos and likes inflate my ego

I tried to update the title and fucked up the formatting of this so soz about that

Percy can still remember the first time he laid his eyes on Annabeth.

He was at a college party during freshman year, having spent nearly the entire day trying to convince Jason to tag along with him.

“I don’t do parties.” Jason had huffed, reluctantly following Percy up the driveway to the frat house where the party was in full swing. Music was blaring from the open windows and shaking the floor.

Percy turned back to his friend and put his hands on his shoulders. “It’s time to step out of your comfort zone, my good friend.��� When he saw Jason’s skeptical expression Percy rolled his eyes.

“That cute girl you like from your social sciences class will be there.” He said, smirking.

Jason’s mouth opened and closed. “I don’t- I never said-” He stuttered as Percy turned back towards the house and made his way up the driveway, chuckling. He caught up with Percy, muttering that he hated him as they approached the door.

“I don’t even know why I’m still friends with you.” Jason said.

Percy and Jason had been friends since middle school, after Jason had moved from California with his mother to New York to live with his dad. Him and Percy had hit it off straight away, and became thick as thieves as the years progressed. They were both lucky that they were accepted into the same college, meaning they could live together and avoid the awkwardness of sharing a dorm with someone they didn’t know.

“Because you’d be lost without me.” Percy responded, wrapping his arm around Jason’s shoulder.

“Sure.” Jason said.

It was true. Jason wasn’t sure exactly where he’d be if Percy hadn’t come to save him that first day of middle school. He will always remember that trouble maker smile when Percy approached him, sticking out his hand and introducing himself.

Jason was the first to enter the house. “Wow.” Jason said. He’d never been in a frat house before, and was completely taken away by the size. A large staircase led up to the second floor, a huge foyer and archway leading into the living room. There were already loads of people in the house, chatting and drinking. It was a huge house, bigger than any that Percy had certainly been in. They walked through the main hallway into the open plan living room, where the majority of people were.

“Percy, Jason!” A voice said behind them. The two turned to see Frank, one of Percy’s classmates, smiling wide at them.

“Frank, my man.” Percy said, going in to give him a bro hug. Jason smiled at him.

“You guys just get here?” Frank asked, grabbing some beers from a box by his feet and passing them to the two.

Percy nodded, opening the beer and cheersing with the others.

The three chatted for a while, chatting about college and making their way through a few beers. Percy didn’t realise how much he’d drank until he scanned the party again, and dicovering that the room was spinning more than it had been when he first arrived. When he looked at Jason he seemed the same.

“Oh, you need to meet my friend Hazel.” Frank suddenly said, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Hazel!” He shouted.

Suddenly a girl who could have been no taller than 5″3 appeared in front of them. Her curly hair was in braids, and her eyes glittered gold when she smiled.

“Hazel, this is Jason and Percy, my friends I told you about.” Frank said, gesturing to them.

Hazel smirked at Jason. “I see what Piper meant.” She said, stifling her laughter when she saw Jason choke on his beer and his cheeks flush red.

Jason coughed. “Piper? What- what do you mean?” He stuttered.

Hazel just smiled and turned to Frank. “Want to do some kareoke?”

Frank laughed. “You know me so well.” He glanced back at Jason and Percy.

Percy clapped Jason’s back, attempting to bring his friend back down to earth. “Come on, let’s go explore more of the party.” He nodded at Frank and Hazel. “We���ll see you guys in a bit.”

They weaved their way through the crowd, heading into the kitchen. The music was so loud Percy could feel the bass in his chest.

Jason was still reeling at what Hazel had said to him. “What do you think Hazel means, ‘I see what Piper meant’?” He took another sip of beer. “Does Piper know who I am?”

“You stare at her enough during classes, maybe she’s finally noticed her stalker.” Percy said.

Jason scowled. “I don’t stare at her.”

“Dude.” Percy said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve seen you in class. I’m suprised you even manage to make notes in between staring at her and dribbling.”

Jason glared at him. “I don’t-”

“Jason?” A voice said from behind him.

Jason whirled around and nearly had a heart attack when he saw who said his name.

“P-Piper.” He said.

Piper was wearing a pair of high waisted shorts and a crop top, leaving gorgeous glowing skin on show. Jason swallowed as he looked at Piper, trying to not make it look like he was checking her out.

Even though he totally was.

She smiled at him. “I’ve seen you around in a few of my classes, just thought I’d say hi.” She said, biting her lip.

Jason didn’t realise he was staring until Percy had bumped his shoulder.

“Say something!” He whisper shouted.

Jason snapped back. “Um- yeah, social sciences right?”

Jason didn’t think she could get any more beautiful, but when she smiled again he nearly melted right there and then.

“Yeah.” She turned back to the crowd of people in the middle of the living room. She looked at him. “Do you want to grab a drink?” She asked, tilting her head at him.

“Yes-uh yeah I’d like that.” Jason said, his reply instant. Piper smiled again and pulled on his hand, taking him away.

Percy chuckled at them, flashing Jason a thumbs up when he turned back towards his friend, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ to him.

That was when Percy saw her.

In the middle of the crowd was the most beautiful girl he had ever set his eyes on. Her golden curls were practically glowing as she moved. She was holding a bottle of tequila in her hand, laughing and dancing with the others. She was wearing a sorority sweatshirt, but he couldn’t quite make out the name.

Percy’s mother had always taught him to respect women, but she really was hot.

Percy immediately felt his knees go weak as he watched her twist and turn, her smile as bright at her hair. Percy took a sip of beer and stared at her, in awe.

Then suddenly girl began to move away from the crowd and head towards the kitchen.

Right towards Percy.

The two made eye contact and Annabeth smiled at him, walking past. He got the slightest whiff of lemon scent as she passed. Percy, whose brain had turned to complete mush at that point, turned to look at her.

“Hey.” He said.

The girl spun around, the bottle of tequila still in her hand, but this time it was accompanied by two shot glasses. “Hey.” She said, smiling at him again. She set the glasses down.

“I’m Percy.” He said.

The girl took a swig from the bottle. “Annabeth.” She offered the bottle towards him.

Even her name was enough to make Percy feel weak. He could hear the West Coast accent as she said her name. He took the tequila from her hand and sipped, ignoring the burning sensation as it slipped down his throat.

“I haven’t seen you around NYU. What’s your major?” He asked, trying to casually lean back on the kitchen counter. He offered the bottle back to her.

Annabeth took it. “Oh, I’m not actually at NYU. I go to Cornell- architecture. My friend Piper dragged me to this party.” She pointed in the direction of Piper, who was standing with Jason.

“Is that blond guy with Piper your friend?” Annabeth asked.

Percy nodded. “Uh- yeah, Jason.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “She hasn’t shut up about him since the beginning of semester.”

Percy nodded. “Yeah, it’s been the same with him.” They both laughed and settled into a silence. Percy looked at Annabeth, taking in her appearance. The way her tanned skin seemed to glow, her blonde tresses and those eyes. Up close they were even more stunning and reminded him of a stormy day, clouds swirling and colliding.

“So, Cornell?” Percy blew air out of his cheeks. “Wow.”

Annabeth ducked her head. “Yeah, wanted to get away from my parents so moving across the country seemed like the best thing.”

Percy could tell there was a whole story behind that, but didn’t want to pry. He was also far too drunk to be having deep conversations.

“You’re from the West Coast?” He asked, sipping his beer.

Annabeth nodded. “San Fran born and raised. Although I did used to go to a summer camp on Long Island.” She frowned, trying to remember the name.

Percy tilted his head. “It wasn’t camp Half Blood was it?”

Annabeth’s eyes lit up. “Yes! How did you know?”

Percy chuckled. “I used to go there too.”

Annabeth hit his arm. “No way! Which cabin were you in? I was in 6.”

Percy loved the way her eyes shined as she was talking. “Cabin 3.”

She nodded. “Ah, that’s probably why I never saw you.” She was all of a sudden standing very close to him now, and he could smell her lemon scented shampoo even better now.

Percy’s breath hitched in his throat. “Yeah I uh- I only went for a few years.”

His mother had sent him to Camp Half Blood when he was 13 and he kept going until he was 16. It was more of a way to get Percy out of the apartment in order to avoid his step-dad Gabe, who wasn't the nicest person to be around. He had enjoyed it a lot, making friends and having an escape from his life. He wished that he had bumped into Annabeth at some point.

Annabeth smiled again and Percy had to grip onto the counter to stop him from losing it.

She looked over at Jason and Piper, who were still talking.

“They seem to be getting on well.” She said. “Now I understand why she hasn’t stopped banging on about him.”

Percy felt a pang of jealousy and sipped his beer.

Annabeth shrugged. “Not really my type though.” When she looked at him she had a glint in her eye.

Percy raised his eyebrow. “What’s your type then?”

Annabeth shrugged innocently. “Oh I don’t know. Tall, dark hair, green eyes.”

Percy felt his heart stop momentarily as he stared at Annabeth, his mouth wide open.

“Come on,” She said, picking up the shot glasses and taking his hand. “Let’s go do some tequila shots.”

Percy happily let her drag him away.

“Hey, you alright?”

Percy snapped out of his reverie, looking over at Annabeth. They were sat at the bay window of their apartment, toes touching and mugs of tea in their hands. Their college days were far behind them now. His eyes gazed at her face, then to her growing stomach, a small smile playing on his lips. He then realised she was wearing her old sorority sweatshirt, baggier now after so many years.

“Yeah.” Percy answered, blowing on his mug and taking a sip.

Annabeth gave him a warm smile, resting a hand on her bump “Where did you go?”

Percy shook his head. “Just...remembering our college days.”

Annabeth hummed. “It was a good time, wasn’t it?”

Percy reached for her hand, stroking it gently. “It certainly was.”

[taylorfiction]

What To Think Pt 4

Taylor’s POV

So this is her telling Austin and then Joe’s parents

In case you missed it; Part one, two and three

I hope you enjoy,, i also hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Do not forget to send in anymore requests or feedback you have! Soz these next few weeks are gonna be a bit disjointed bc Christmas and New Years deserve fanfics posted on the day!

The problem with telling my brother is that he was as, if not even more, protective than Joe.

If I told him I was expecting a baby he would not only grill Joe and make sure he was looking after me but he would also grill me and my parents and would probably end up telling all my friends. I needed to be careful with how and when I told him.

I had asked him to come over to stay for the weekend, already knowing he would eat everything in the fridge and leave a trail of mess behind him.

He stayed in the guest room he usually stayed in, it was like his room in a kind of way because no one else ever slept in there apart from him. He left some of his things in that room that implied he wanted it but we never actually established it was his.

Of course, it was lovely having my brother there, we always got on really well and him and Joe always had fun teasing me and laughing with each other. The only thing that bugged me about my brother staying is that he would leave a mess everywhere.

He would leave empty bowls around the house, leave his shampoo in the shower, he would let me cook and let me clean up after him and in my hormonal state I was not willing to put up with it.

‘Austin, get your ass in here now!’ I screeched as I stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the number of things in front of the sink, waiting to be washed up.

‘Sup, Teffy?’ he sauntered into the kitchen, wearing his tracksuit bottoms and a hoody, looking like the king of the castle, ‘Clean up your shit or you can find somewhere else to sleep.’ I said, bluntly, my hormones taking control, making me angrier than I normally would be.

‘Woah,’ he said, putting his hands up in defence, ‘Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed’ his eyebrows raised. I glared at him as I walked past, whispering ‘dick’ under my breath.

I heard Joe’s footsteps coming down the stairs as I took the cup of tea I had previously made and sat in the living room, looking out the window and admiring the view I had right at my fingertips. God, I was so lucky.

‘What happened to her?’ I heard my brother ask Joe in a condescending tone, obviously unhappy about being made to clear up his mess. I heard Joe’s laugh. ‘Maybe she’s pregnant.’ That’s all he said in response. I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Ha ha very funny’ my brother finished sarcastically.

Little did he know.

It was 7pm and the three of us were sat around the dining table, chatting and drinking wine, our meal long since finished, the discourse ranging from pets to what will be happening in 9 years time, in 2030.

‘Austin,’ I started, knowing that it was the right time to tell him.

‘Yeah?’ he replied warily, a worried expression ghosting his features.

I caught hold of Joes hand as I felt my heart beat speed up and my breathing become slightly shallower. Okay. It’s only two words. Easy peasy. It’s your brother for God’s sake.

What would he think? Would he be happy for us? Would he want to be an Uncle? Is he ready to be an Uncle? Is he going to hate Joe for this? Why would he hate Joe though? He makes me happy.

‘Uhh’ I looked at Joe again, his head nodding encouraging me to just say it, I shut my eyes before blurting, ‘I’m pregnant.’

My hand was squeezing Joe’s so hard, I didn’t want to let go.

I squinted my eyes open to see his reaction.

They were both smiling and as I saw this I let out a breath, he can’t be mad if he’s smiling.

‘So happy for you guys.’ He got up and walked round the table to Joe, who stood up, they shook hands and Austin slapped him on the back, ‘You better look after those two’ he raised his eyebrows and pointed to Joe and then to me.

We all laughed and I shook my head as I realised his over-protectiveness was about to multiply.

Imagine how protective he’s going to be of this child.

He made his way round to me and I stood up to give him a tight hug, ‘you’re going to be the best mom’ He said, emotion evident in his voice.

‘You’re gonna be the best Uncle’ I said in response, squeezing him back.

We pulled away and smiled at each other. I could feel a weight lift off of my shoulders and my mind become a lot clearer.

It had been three weeks since I had told my parents and one week since I had told Austin.

Tonight was the night I was most nervous for. We were having dinner with Joe’s parents. That meant telling them and even before we got to their house my heart was beating as fast as a racing car, my hands constantly wringing themselves out and my nerves on high alert.

‘Worrying is not good for the little one’ Joe said to me before kissing and embracing me, running his hands up and down my arms, trying to calm me down.

‘What if they don’t want it though?’ I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes to try and calm my thoughts. I know that it was my idea to start telling people, and I know that I would be this nervous whenever I told them but I couldn’t help the thoughts swirling round my head, making me doubt myself and my happiness with this child.

‘Taylor,’ he looked at me and paused for a second, ‘They have loved you for four years, they aren’t suddenly going to hate you because we are having a child, they’ll be ecstatic, I promise.’ He squeezed my shoulders while I stayed in his embrace.

‘C’mon, lets go.’ He took my hand in his and lead me towards the door, softly kissing me before he opened it.

We arrived and we chatted a bit, my hands unable to keep still, constantly fidgeting, the words I was going to say spinning round my head like a carousel. I greeted them all and gave Patrick a tight squeeze, even Tom, Joe’s older brother, was there. Joe stood by my side throughout, telepathically telling me that he would protect me, that I needed to stop worrying because everything would be fine.

Would it though?

We sat down for dinner, plated full, I complimented Elizabeth on her incredible cooking and we all tucked in. The conversation being hit back and forth like a ping pong ball, it was comfortable, almost. I was halfway through the meal when I started to over-think things.

What if they don’t approve? What if they think it’s too soon? It’s not like I barely know them… Will they be happy? What will make them happy?

I could feel my breathing quicken slightly and before anyone, including Joe, could notice, I said ‘I’m just going to go to the rest- I mean bathroom’ I got up and disappeared out of the room and into another. I put my hands on the sink and I looked into the mirror, maintaining eye contact with myself.

I didn’t realise how long I had been stood there until I heard a gentle knock on the door and small voice saying, ‘Hey babe? You okay?’ it was Joe. I snapped out of my reverie, realising there were tears sprinting down my cheeks. Oh God, I’m over-reacting again. I’m crying again. He’s going to think I don’t want this child. He’s going to think I just need to get over it.

‘Oh, um, yeah’ I said shakily wiping the tears away with the back of my hand and looking back at my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess. ‘Can I come in?’ he said, not really asking because he opened the door anyway.

He stopped when he saw me. Tears streaming, hands shaking and breath uncontrollable.

He walked over and instantly embraced me in his arms, stroking my hair, rocking me back and forth and whispering ‘Shh’ in my ear to try and calm me down. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered, his arms surrounded me like castle walls, protecting me, keeping me safe from harm. ‘I will talk to them, I will tell them, I just need you to stop crying and come with me back in there, okay?’ he leaned down to look into my eyes, lifting my chin up slightly and smiling at me.

He took my hand and we walked back into the kitchen, a smile plastered on both of our faces. I knew Elizabeth wouldn’t fall for it but as we sat down I hastily said, ‘Sorry, I had to try and find my earing, I thought it got caught in my top’ I awkwardly laughed as I started devouring my food again. Elizabeth smiled at me, knowing something was up but not saying anything.

After dinner we all wandered into the living room, the TV playing some soap opera with lots of fighting and chocolates already placed in the centre of the coffee table. I held onto Joe’s hand as we sat down next to each other, he squeezed my fingers slightly in reassurance, telling me it was time to tell them.

‘So,’ he started cautiously, looking at me before he continued, a small smile ghosting his lips, ‘we have some news,’ he readjusted himself on the sofa, dragging out the suspense. Before he could continue Richard blurted, ‘So you didn’t come to dinner just because you wanted to see us?’ He winked at Joe, clearly meant as a joke, we all laughed a little.

‘Haha, although we do love having dinner with you, that is not only why we came,’ again he looked at me, squeezing my hand again, a smile was painted onto my lips hiding the worry and nerves that I truly felt.

‘We’re-‘ he started but paused for a second, ‘We’re pregnant’ his smile suddenly grew into a beam and I couldn’t help but smile at his joy every time he said those words.

I could see both Elizabeth and Richard tearing up as everyone stood up and once again we all exchanged hugs, Tom gave us both a ‘congratulations’, meanwhile Patrick, who was now taller than me, gushed about the idea of being an Uncle and not being the youngest anymore.

Elizabeth embraced me tightly, whispering in my ear as she did so, ‘Don’t worry dear, everything will be fine, we’ll always be here with support’ she squeezed me and pulled back smiling, obviously knowing that I had not lost my earing earlier.

Richard came over as well chuckling to himself about how he was going to be a grandfather and warning Joe that he ‘Better look after Taylor and this baby’. I smiled at this, my heart thanking his family for always being so supportive and lovely towards me and my chaotic life.

When we got home it was late and neither of us had the effort to do anything other than sleep, so that’s what we did. He kept me safe for the whole night, his arms around me, hands resting on my stomach, protecting our baby as well as me.

Our baby.

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Siren (3/4)

Hey friends. Here is the penultimate chapter. I started off so excited for this AU and now, half way in, the struggle has been real. I think I jumped the gun and ran with it without any real planning and, wow, was that stupid. That being said, it's been getting a lot of support from the emus (though that is nothing new; you guys are too lovely) so thank you! This was my favourite chapter, but after reading it about 238 times I’m not so sure anymore. Sorry if it’s shit. x

Trigger warning: Descriptions of fire.

It's their fourth date in three weeks. If it was up to Finn there wouldn't have been a day without seeing her, but his work schedule keeps conflicting with hers. He loves his job but it doesn't exactly afford him enough personal time. In fact after tonight will be a four day stretch of 12 hour shifts, all of which will keep him away from Rae. Finn hates that. They've only just gotten into a groove with one another; to a point where she doesn't hesitate to touch him and he's stopped profusely perspiring around her. Finn worries the time apart will make them lose momentum from the direction they're hurtling. And he means hurtling. Finn's never wanted to move this fast with anyone before. He can't get enough of her, doesn't think he ever will. It's absurd that even when she's right there, hand in his, he's thinking of ways to get closer, and closer still. They haven't talked about labels or exclusivity, but to him there's no one else and he hopes to whatever higher power there is that it's the same for her.

They're walking to Rae's from dinner after a lazy afternoon of browsing through the record shop and stealing kisses behind album covers. In all his brooding about being away from her, Finn hasn't realized he's been silently frowning at the ground.

“You alright?” Rae shakes their joined hands a little to get his attention.

“Yeah, soz.” Finn gives her a smile before dropping her hand to tuck her right into his side. “Just thinking how shit it's gonna be not seeing you for a while.”

“It's only a week.”

They've reached her building and Finn spins her so she's angled on the stone wall, hands moving under her jacket to cup her waist. “S'too long,” he mumbles against her skin as he nuzzles into her neck. “Mmm. Maybe you'll just have to set fire to something to get me to come rescue you.” He peppers tiny kisses along her jawline and when he feels her hands thread through his hair he circles his arms around her to pull her tight against him.

Rae moves both hands to his neck and uses her hold to push his head away so she can look at him. He's sure she must feel how his blood is rushing through his jugular. “Are you asking me to commit arson, Finnley?!” she asks with dramatized indignation.

“Mmhm. I'd visit you in jail and everything. Think of the conjugal visits.” Finn waggles his brows at her and she throws her head back in mirth, affording him another chance to assault her throat. He feels her laughter rumble through his chest and he's certain he's never been this happy.

“You're awful.” Rae giggles, before playfully biting the apple of his cheek.

Finn wrinkles his nose and pulls her even closer. Always closer. “Awful...ly cute? Fit? Handsome?”

Rae shakes her head, lips caught between her teeth to keep the grinning at bay. “Nope, just awful.” Finn pouts and Rae presses her thumb to his bottom lip before leaning forward to capture it between her own. It's meant to be chaste, but then Finn's tongue snakes it's way into her mouth and it's anything but quick. Rae's the one to pull away, taking a steadying breath with her. Finn touches his forehead to hers as she plays with the lapel of his coat. “Do you want to come up for a bit?”

He's never been inside her flat before, and he finds that all he can imagine about it is the various pieces of furniture he could lay her down on. It makes him nervous to think about her chairs, her sofa, her bed. Finn's never thought twice about sleeping with a woman he's been dating before, never worried about the first time being just right, but this is different. Rae is different. She's not some first meet fuck; far from it. Their first kiss after their first date had made him rue the fact that he needed oxygen. He was certain had he not had to breathe he would have happily stayed attached to her for hours. It was worth a thousand embarrassments, and he had gained another when she gently chuckled at his awestruck wordless staring after he'd regretfully pulled away. He knew then that Rae was the last of his firsts: dates, kisses, loves.

“Finn?” Rae's voice is quiet now, hesitant even, and he realizes he hasn't answered. “It's alright if you don't want -”

“I do! Fuck, yes. I really really do,” he rushes out, words tripping over reassurance. Smooth, Finn. He pecks the tip of her nose, a physical full stop to his declaration, then moves to kiss her on the mouth so her eyes will close and maybe she won't see how flustered he feels. Rae kisses him back in kind, and Finn wonders if he's imagining the tiny tremble of her lips.

Rae leads him upstairs with a quick hello to her elderly neighbour from the floor below, Mrs. Dewhurst, who shoots Finn a warning glare before shuffling down the corridor. Once they're behind her door Finn's nerves go into overdrive. He knew she was brilliant, but being in her space proves that Rae is his actual soul mate. The place is so her and it's uncanny how much of her is just like him. They have the same posters, the same vinyls in the same crates, the same brand of beer, the same issues of the same magazines stacked on coffee tables from the same shop. The idea that someone who fits him so perfectly has existed this whole time is ridiculous, and he finds he's irrationally frustrated with the universe for not meeting her sooner.

They talk and laugh until the evening turns to stars but Finn doesn't spend the night. As much as he wants to stay, he won't let their first time be followed by him rushing out for work. He tells himself it's for her sake, but he knows between them she is the stronger one and he couldn't – wouldn't –  leave her come morning. He does, however, reach for her hips and dips and lips but his hands are hungry for much more than that. Finn figures maybe if he holds her tight enough his volition will press into her skin like his fingers do and she'll feel what he does. So he allows his mouth to do the convincing; kissing her into her chairs, her sofa, her bed and eventually, reluctantly, the front door.

“That was the side, and you fucking know it!”

“Are you blind, mate? That was the corner!”

“I reckon it was the edge.”

“Well does the edge count as the surface or the side?”

Finn shakes his head and chuckles at Chop and the other lads who have been arguing over a game of table tennis for the entire duration of Champagne Supernova playing through his headphones. He saw the rally and knows Chop deserves the point but decides to let them squabble, returning to the notebook in front of him. It's the second round of his 12 hour shifts and he's spent his down time compiling a track list for a mixtape. Finn tells himself it's just another one targeted for a certain mood, but can't deny the only mood he's been feeling is head in the fucking clouds happy. He defends himself internally over the fact that more than half the songs are about a woman, but when one of the others passes too close he snaps the notebook shut anyway. He doesn't need the ribbing. Chop had given him enough of that when bloody Archie had told him about Finn's night with Rae. Apparently they had that bet (or in the case, lack there of) going as well. Wankers.

The alarm blares overhead and all games and lists are abandoned for coats and helmets. They pile into the truck and it's warning sound peals loudly as they veer out of the garage. Finn inhales deep and focuses on staying calm.

When he first signed up for service at 18 it was just a job. He wasn't interested in uni and his GCSEs made the requirements. The physical test had been a breeze and he was always good with tools. His dad had been thrilled that he was helping the community, and his nan would boast to all her friends that her grandson was saving lives. It was all well and good until the first fire.

It was a tiny home on the outskirts of town. An elderly man living alone had forgotten to shut off the hob and a grease fire broke. They had managed to save most of the house, but the man had passed in hospital from smoke inhalation. Finn had nightmares for weeks; the images of fumes and flames and blackened skin haunting him. It was a reality kick in the bollocks, but instead of quitting Finn had buckled down, trained harder, learned more, determined to do whatever it took to never have that outcome again.

Now, years later, his death count is still at one and it isn't just a job anymore, it's a duty. One that requires him to remember that anything could be waiting at the other end of the siren.

"Quick ride this time, boys," Chop announces from the driver's seat.

Finn glances out the window and notices familiar surroundings. His stomach twists uncomfortably as they pass the cafe and head up the road. "Where?" Finn asks. The others exchange worried glances at the shake in his voice. "Chop, where?"

Chop rattles off an address and Finn's chest starts to heave. "Who called it in?!" he demands.

Chop gives him a concerned look through the rear view mirror before glancing down. “According to dispatch it was a tenant named Rachel Earl."

No. NO. Nonononono... Whether he's voicing it out loud or it's just screaming in his head Finn's not sure. From the looks of the others it's both. His mind is swirling with possibilities as he recalls all of his stupid jokes about eulogies and fake fires and he might actually vomit at the thought that it could be real. Finn senses panic rise like bile in his throat and he feels like the fire is right there, inside the truck, because his lungs are burning and he can't breathe. Wide eyes are cast to him all around and he sees creased brows and moving mouths but all he hears is his pounding heart and the deafening cry of the siren. Chop has pulled over and Finn pushes his way out. He feels tears prick his eyes as he looks up at Rae's building, the air is blurred with smog and an angry orange glow illuminates the windows of her floor. Finn feels hands grabbing for his arms but all protocol is out the window as he pushes them off and runs towards the building. People are yelling and crying and running all around him but it's only one face he's looking for.

"Rae! Rae! RAE!!" His voice sounds foreign to his own ears, jarring and desperate, and reflects the frenzy he feels. He doesn't see her anywhere and his frantic eyes only catch a glimpse of a livid Chop coming towards him. He can't stop now though. Not until he finds her. Not until she's safe. Not until he knows she won't be number two.

Finn darts for the entrance, only pausing to hold it open for a woman and her child who come running out. He's taking the stairs two, three at a time searching every corner for anything, anyone. The higher he climbs the hotter it gets. The air is so thick with heat that he's practically choking but he can't tell if it's on smoke or fear. When he reaches her floor he nearly topples back down the stairs from the sight. Aggressive flames lick the length of the hall as fumes curl tightly in the air. The flats have their doors wide open and he takes it as a good sign; they'd left, escaped. He knows he should turn around, get back to the crew, back to safety, back to cleaner air and cooler temperatures, but then he sees one shut door and the need for reassurance wins out as he stumbles towards it. Rae's door. The same door he'd kissed her against but two days ago. Finn tests the handle and finds it hot but not unbearable and he kicks at the lock until it gives. His eyes sting as he takes in the room. The atmosphere is acrid with melted plastic and for a nanosecond he mourns the loss of the vinyl but his next thought is that he would gladly destroy his entire collection to know Rae was safe.

“RAE?! RAE?!” If his voice was different before, it's unrecognizable now. It's rough and raspy and claws at the dense air demanding an answer. Finn moves where he can, watching all the things that were so her, and by extension him, catch and crumble in the flaming waves. He's coughing now, dizzy; the room and his lungs deprived of oxygen. Suddenly he hears his name, loud and almost as desperate. Finn turns to find the source only to see a support beam come crashing from the ceiling blocking his exit. He hears his name one more time, closer now, before his vision goes black and his body succumbs to the pulsing heat.

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