#okay maybe i hate this

[keymeadoww]

The Sun and The Moon

Pairing: HC! GTWS x M! Reader // Slight! Platonic! Etho x M! Reader

Includes: Established relationship, arguments, descriptions of anxious stimming, hinted at a reader with anxiety, non specific season but probably after season 6 bc Grian is there, the fight is very quickly resolved

Words: 2.6k

A/N: I wrote this while extremely sleep deprived, forgive how much of a mess this is. I kinda like it though but at the same time its kinda cringy

For weeks you had been working tirelessly on this banquet hall. You were given the task after successfully convincing most of the server to have a costume party for Halloween. It was your favorite time of year because of the amazing costumes you saw and created. It was so much fun to pretend to be someone else for the evening.

You hadn’t let anyone else see any of the work you had done on the build. It was to be a surprise to everyone. You were excited to show them, especially your boyfriend. You couldn't wait to see how he reacted to it. You loved showing him your work, and while this building was a bit on the simpler side of things, the surprises inside and in the inner workings made your cheeks hurt from grinning so much. Scar couldn’t wait to see it either, excited to see the build that took his beloved away from him for weeks, to see what made you so excited.

The night had come. You were nervous but excited. You wrung your hands as you waited outside of the banquet hall for the other hermits. Slowly, they all arrived, complimenting the sleek and simple design of the quartz exterior. They could tell how excited you were, watching with small smiles as you shifted anxiously, waiting for Scar to appear. 

When he did, Cub on his tail and landing beside him, he grinned happily at you. “Ah, beloved! There you are!” He moved to your side and pressed a soft peck to your cheek. “It’s been awhile.” He teased.

You laughed, “Yeah! I’ve been working tirelessly! I’m so excited for you to see it!” You replied happily. You gestured to the building. Scar’s eyes trailed up to the building. You noticed anxiously as his brows knit together before nodding slowly and smiling.

“Looks great, babe!” He said.

He was clearly playing it up.

Your chest tightened a little before reminding yourself that the outside was supposed to be deceptively simple. The inside was what was really special. The redstone you prepared, despite being fairly awful at wiring, had taken a while and you were thrilled with your outcome. Despite knowing this, you bit your lip anxiously. “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I didn’t say that! I love it!” He reassured. You felt like he was still lying to you, but you shook off your doubts, giving him a large smile. You noticed Etho landing a little ways away, so you waved to your boyfriend and walked over to him, cheerfully chatting about the build you were so excited about.

“I have a surprise for Scar in there as well!” You murmured, opening and closing your hands from the nervousness. “You know how hard I’ve worked on this.”

Etho nodded, looking at the build, “I do. I know you’ve been super excited too. It looks good out here. I see you went for the simple design rather than the swirly one.” He said. “Good choice.” 

When you were in the planning stages, the only person you confided in about anything related to this project was Etho. And while he didn’t know much about it other than the tidbits of info you gave him, he was happy to see what you had been rambling about for so long. 

“Is everyone here? Maybe we can go inside.” You murmured gently, glancing around anxiously.

Etho placed his hands on yours for a moment, “Breathe. Everyone will love it.” He said, noticing the severity of your fidgeting hands. You nodded with a smile. “I think everyone is here. I’ll go gather the guys over there,” He gestured to where Tango and a few others were standing. “You go gather your boyfriend and his goons.”

You laughed softly, nodding with a deep breath before walking over. Scar was facing away from you, talking to Grian, Mumbo and Cub. You got in ear range and paused, hearing your name come from Scar’s lips.

“He’s been out here for weeks! And he’s accomplished a quartz block. I mean it looks good, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like he should’ve done more, y’know?” You paused, staring at the back of Scar’s head with surprised eyes.

Grian noticed you standing there, hitting Mumbo’s arm with wide eyes. “Uh, Scar-”

“I mean, you have to agree, right? We’re on the Hermitcraft server! Surely put more effort in? Quartz doesn’t take weeks to get, right?”

“Scar-”

“And! He hasn’t been home at all in those weeks, claiming to just be tirelessly building! It doesn’t look like he’s been building tirelessly.” 

“SCAR!” Grian shouted. Scar jumped, blinking in surprise. He went to speak when Grian nudged his head in your direction. He turned to see you standing there, anxiously shifting on your feet, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at him.

His eyes widened, and he stepped forward but you turned around, walking away while shaking your hands nervously. An uncomfortable pit made itself known in your stomach as you marched away. You hummed to yourself quietly, trying not to make a scene around the other hermits as you tried to calm yourself down. A pang of fury hit your chest. Did he really discredit you that much? Did he really think that about the thing you’ve been excitedly talking about for a month?

A hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to face him. You stared at Scar for a moment before glaring at him and pulling away from him entirely. “No, baby, listen to me-”

“No! You know how important this is for me! And you completely discredit everything I’ve worked incredibly hard on!” You said angrily, spinning around to meet him once more. You shifted out of both anxiety and anger as you stood your ground, something you weren’t necessarily used to. 

“My dear, my love, my sweet, that’s isn’t what I meant-”

You scoffed, crossing your arms,” Oh, yeah? It didn’t sound like it ten seconds ago when you were talking about how shoddy of a job I did!”

“That is not what I said-”

“Okay, fine. You said that I should have built something so much bigger and better to be worthy of it being built on the Hermitcraft server. Is that right?” He was quiet, blinking at you in surprise and guilt. He wasn’t used to you being so angry, you were usually very quiet. “Scar, I worked so hard on this. You haven’t even seen the inside and you’re already talking about how it isn’t worth enough to be put on the server? You know I worked hard on this. It’s been weeks since we’ve even had a conversation because of how hard I’ve been working on this! You know that!” He flinched back slightly at the raise of your tone. You took a deep breath, centering yourself. “Fine. Whatever. I don’t care about your opinion on this.” That was a lie. You felt horrible that he didn’t like your design. “I worked on this for me and I like it. I don’t care what other people think.”

You turned and walked back to the other hermits, who quickly looked away as if they hadn’t been watching. You swallowed your anxiety and invited them to the doorway. Scar stared at you from a distance as you and Etho gathered people around. He watched as you hugged Etho for a moment, murmuring something before Etho looked up and stared at Scar in surprise. Just as he had when he heard how upset you were, he felt awful.

“I- I have some exciting features inside!” You managed to say, guiding the hermits into the build. Scar stayed on the field a little ways away. You ignored him as he tried to catch your eye. He watched as the other members of the server entered the building, gasping at the sights they saw.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you entered the building, admiring the way the lights shone exactly how you wanted them to. The roof, despite appearing plainly domed on the exterior, held a space effect. The stars you had fabricated seemed to shine as guests moved around, staring at the beauty. The galaxy in the ceiling shined brightly because of the lights around it, causing an effect that was almost nauseating to look at because of how genuinely good it was. There was a moon on the left hand side of the ceiling. The walls were intricately designed with the same marble as outside, however there were bits of the space roof streaming through the cracks in the quartz. It was magnificent, as if someone had taken the building and dropped it into space.

Etho gaped at the roof for a moment before glancing at you, “How did you even do this? It’s so intricate. This only took you a month?”

“I spent every waking moment perfecting it.” You whispered, in awe of the building as if you weren’t the one who made it. “The sky has always been amazing to me and I wanted to do something to recreate the beauty of it, if possible.” You sighed softly. “It’s not even the best part.” You murmured. “But I don’t know if I want to do it anymore.”

Etho paused before looking at you, “You were gonna ask him, weren’t you?”

You nodded nervously, fiddling with your fingers. “But now, I don’t want a day this important to be ruined by fighting. Maybe I’ll wait.”

“You’ve been wanting to do this for a year now.” He sighed. “How long will you wait if you don’t do it today? You even created such a remarkable place for it. And you planned a big spectacle for him, knowing he loves those, even though you get nervous about it. I think, as long as you aren’t thinking of backing out, you should still ask him.”

“Of course I’m not backing out. I love him.” You said with a sigh. “I just- I don’t know.”

“Well, it is completely up to you.” He reminded you. “Take your time. Decide if you want to do it today or wait. Just don’t regret it.”

You sighed softly, fiddling with the box in your pocket, “I don’t think I could ever regret it.” You turned slightly to the door just as Scar walked in, eyes locked on the ceiling. His jaw was open as if he was in shock. He walked slowly, staring at the delicate details, admiring them. You stared at him before sighing softly and walking towards him. You felt less angry now, more hurt than anything. 

You stopped in front of him, his eyes darting down to meet yours.

“This is incredible.” He murmured.

“Yeah?” You hummed, glancing up. “I thought so too. I worked so hard on the interior, I didn’t bother with the exterior. We would all be inside anyway.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It looks amazing, even from the outside. I was just- I just felt a little… upset that the outside looked so simple when you had been away from me for so long. There was no reason for me to say anything like that though. I love you and I think that everything you do is amazing!” He stressed. “I was just… missing you and I took it out on your work. I’m sorry.”

You smiled softly, reaching out a hand and cupping his face, “I forgive you. I know, the outside doesn’t look like much. I wanted to minimize how much work I had to do.” You laughed with him. “I’m still a little upset, but I do forgive you. I was just so upset that you had… openly discredited me and my time when you were talking about my build. I worked really hard on this and I’m proud of this. I can’t say that very often.” You murmured.

He nodded, “I understand. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Your build is amazing.” He peered up at the ceiling again.

You stared at him as he admired the build. You hesitated before speaking, “Scar?” He gave you his attention, humming to let you know he was listening. “If I did something today that you would remember forever, would you be upset because we were fighting today?”

He blinked in surprise, trying to make sense of your question. He thought about it for a moment. “I haven’t the foggiest what you would be talking about, but if it was a good type of remember forever, I don’t see why I would be upset.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” His brows furrowed, noticing how nervous you were. 

“M’love, you don’t have to do anything that makes you nervous right now. You’ve done a lot already-” He murmured.

You shook your head. “No… no, I really should do this now. Etho’s right. If I didn’t do it now, how long would I wait until I do it again? Besides, I really want to.” You gripped Scar’s hand, pulling him forward until he was in the middle of the room, pushing through the other hermits. You positioned him perfectly and told him to stay. The other hermits, being curious, gathered around and looked around as you stalked to the side.

With a deep breath, you flipped a switch and the room went pitch black. All light sources were shut off except for the moon in the ceiling. You flipped another switch and the hermits could hear pistons and blocks moving rapidly. Their eyes trailed the sound until they were looking up at the galaxy in the sky, which was quickly being replaced with a sun. On the opposite side of the sun, the moon that shone stayed put, contrasting the bright yellows of the daytime.

You flipped the first switch again, turning the lights on. You hesitated before climbing onto the stage you had set up in the corner of the banquet hall. Looking out at all the costumed hermits, you steeled yourself, taking a deep breath. “Uh, hi!” You announced. Eyes landed on you. Your own stared directly at Scar, though. He pushed through the crowd before he stood directly in front of you. “Uh, I wanted to make this night very special for everyone. But, specifically for Scar because I love him a lot.” 

The hermits smiled, staring at the ceiling and you in tandem. The reassuring smiles of the group made you confident enough to keep going.

“I really love you, Scar. I have for a long time. You know that. I, uh, actually asked everyone here for you. I know you like, uh, spectacles.” The group laughed, with Scar nodding along, confirming what you were saying. “I’m a little out of my comfort zone, so sorry I’m a little nervous. But, I really want to do this.”

I gestured to the ceiling. “I made that because it reminds me of us. The sun and the moon. You and me. We’ll compliment each other for eternity, proving to the world that we belong together. You are like the vibrant mornings that cause the birds to sing, while I will always be there as the gentle twilight. We’ll dance forever together.” Scar’s brows were knit, as if he didn’t know what you meant. You took another deep breath. “Sorry, getting off topic. I just love you. And I want you to know that I love you more than anything.”

Gasps erupted from the room as you climbed off the stage, pulling a small box from your pocket. You took another calming breath before pausing in front of Scar and kneeling down on one knee.

“Marry me, Scar Goodtimes? We can dance in the celestial rays of our love forever.”

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[supercutszns]

rotten to the touch; luke castellan

series masterlist

wc: 3.2k

pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: you’re pretty sure you’re an awful person. you’re pretty sure luke castellan is too. and you’re pretty sure you want to make out with him.

warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little dark🫣, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more ‘i can fix him’ or ‘i can make him worse’ it’s ‘he can make ME worse’

notes: this is… sluttier than my usual stuff so it’s not as good but i’m trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where you’d place her im curious :) maybe i’ll write more of her in the future she’s interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain

You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.

It’s unclear to you why you turned out this way—every reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Blood’s black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And it’s not just for show. You know you’re rotten. You know the anger will never go away.

It’s evident in the things you think about other people—the way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just don’t see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.

Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.

But everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, you’d even love Luke Castellan if you didn’t know any better.

But you do, and you don’t, and it’s complicated, okay?

Because there’s something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: he’s miserable and wicked, too.

You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when you’re picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. It’s exciting.

During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. He’s light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and he’s alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.

He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. There’s something there. A chasm he’s hopeless to fill.

Before you know it, you’re going out of your way to catch him training alone. It’s creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.

Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. It’s almost . . . longing.

Wherever she is, you’re pretty sure Aphrodite’s having a cosmic fucking laugh. And you’re sure she’s laughing double tonight.

The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. You’re definitely of age to be a counsellor, but you’ve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D don’t know what to do with you. You’re sure you’ll be kicked out of camp soon for good.

But you’re here anyways, for a reason you don’t want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And you’re fucked. You’re so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.

An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. “Hey, sorry, you want a drink?”

“Fuck off, you idiot,” you snarl.

You wait for her to leave. She doesn’t. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean all the time,” she says evenly. “If you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.”

“Have you ever thought that I’m not being mean? Maybe I just am.”

You glare at her. She looks you up and down. “Sure,” she shrugs, walking away. There’s a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesn’t soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.

The night drones on. You’re sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And you’re sick of yourself. You can’t believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you don’t even know why. He’s fascinating, and you resent him, and he’s also beautiful. But he’s looked back at you all of three times tonight and you’re sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.

Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.

To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. There’s a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it won’t matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?

They stars only get brighter. It’s probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, “Oh, fuck you,” to them. It’s not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. “Fuck you. Fuck off!” You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:

“I’m guessing you’re not having a fun night.”

You whirl around. It’s hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.

“Yeah, me neither,” Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.

Even when he’s close enough, you don’t say anything. If you do, you’re afraid it’ll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.

The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since you’ve been funny.

He nods at the sky. “Those things don’t talk. You do know that, right?” He’s still so captivating, so self-assured, even when there’s no one around but you.

“Gods, you’re the worst,” you scoff. You really mean it, so you can’t look him in the eye.

“Then why have you been staring at me all night?”

It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.” He cocks his head to the side, adding, “Actually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you don’t think you’re being subtle.”

You huff. “Okay, if we’re really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!”

His hands shot up like he was being arrested. “Hey, I never said I minded it. A guy’s . . . just gotta wonder. What’s up with you spying on me when I’m training alone, anyways?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You watch me when there’s nobody else around. I’m not blind. It’s weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what you’re looking at, at least be upfront about it.”

You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. “You didn’t answer my question about why you started staring at me first.”

The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.

“People think you’re mean,” Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like he’s choosing them all with care. “You’re rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think you’re awful.” Again, he looks you over. “I’m not so sure.”

“If I’m awful, then you’re awful,” you spit before he can say anything else.

He just shrugs. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m not sure.”

It’s irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but it’s too far back. Simmering. “Jesus,” you mutter, “You’re worse than me.”

He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. “What?”

“You’re a pretender—that’s what you are.” It’s your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. “Look at you. Everyone loves you. You’re this perfect golden boy and you’re sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know it’s one giant lie. At least I’m honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you don’t have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. We’re the same, but I’m the only one getting shit for it.”

Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also can’t remember the last time you saw him lose one.

But when you play, you play to win.

“You don’t know that,” he dares.

“Oh, I do. You’re rotten, Castellan,” you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. “And you’re not owning up to it, so you’re also a coward.”

However scathing you look, it isn’t enough. If anything it only makes Luke’s manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe that’s why you don’t slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.

He tilts his face towards you, grinning, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”

All right. What the fuck. It feels like you’ve been electrocuted.

“What the—what are you talking about?” You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because there’s something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’d like to read his just as much.

He cocks his head. “I mean, you did call me pretty,” he teases, and it’s almost endearing. “You’re pretty like this too.” His other hand comes up to your face, and you’re surprised you don’t flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. “Don’t call me a coward, heathen. Then we’ll both be embarrassed.”

The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. “You don’t want to kiss me, Luke,” you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.

“You’ve gotta stop telling people what they want,” he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. “One of your more disagreeable qualities.”

His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.

“One of?” You challenge.

“You let me make out with you and I’ll give you a whole list.”

You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. “What a charmer you are.”

His lips brush yours. “Well, that’s what makes me so rotten, isn’t it?”

There’s hardly time to unravel if that’s a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.

His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. You’re warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know he’s thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.

His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and you’re pretty sure he’s admiring it. You don’t complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like he’s testing the waters. “You’re so nice like this,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. “If only people could see you.”

“Then they’d see how mean you are too, no?” You huff. “You don’t want that.”

Another kiss to your jaw. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, it’s so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. You’re not supposed to want things. Worse, you’re not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that you’d kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.

He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. You’re pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.

“Easy, heathen,” he reprimands in your ear, and you know he’s still smiling.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.” You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.

He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. “Hard to when it makes your face do that,” he goads. “I thought it was impossible for you to smile.”

“Be quiet.” You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.

He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, “Yes ma’am.”

Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.

It’s a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and you’re both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet. Now you’re just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and it’s the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. “So sensitive,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.

He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. You’ve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.

After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. “Party’s letting out,” you mutter.

“What a damn shame.” His hand rubs your jaw, and it’s too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.

“Is now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?” You ask once you’re ready to look at him again.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually, I came up with more since I said that so I’m pretty sure it’ll take more than one night.” He fakes a wince, “Might have to spread it out for a few days.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, you ass.”

“I’ll give you one for starters.” You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. “Your hands are too cold.” They’re tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You don’t move them. “And,” he adds, “you’re incredibly crass.”

“Thanks, dipshit.”

“Thank you for proving my point, heathen.”

The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. “You meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?” He raises his brows.

The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps they’re hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Even though I’m rotten?” You ask, and there’s an echo of mischief in your voice, too.

He’s got a strange expression when he looks at you. “That’s not true.”

He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. It’s slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until you’re pretty sure there’s blood. “Luke,” you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.

After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know you’ll see him tomorrow.

He says, “You’re not rotten. You’re right.”

And damn it, you really do believe him.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[polyamorouspunk]

“Ugh this person I like already has a partner!”

“Why does that matter? You’re polyam.”

Idk how to explain this to you but like 90% of the population is not and of the 10% that are like half of them are cultists.

[crabsnpersimmons]

exam 5 for me... tomorrow!

honestly have been feeling really nervous for this exam since my classmates have either failed it or just barely passed. and i had less time to study this time around because i rushed to book the exam.

so i drew this little encouragement early cuz i need the reminder that no matter what happens tomorrow, i did what i could and i didn't compromise on my boundaries—and that is its own victory.

and i hope that you'll be reminded to celebrate your own big and small victories too!

"You are nervous and that's okay! You did your best! You set boundaries! You took breaks! We're so proud of you, Starlight! Whatever happens, we'll always be here, cheering you on!"

[linterteatime]

Gyaru Noelle 💕...it's what i would say but I'm not sure anymore, it's this gyaru? Or did something else snuck itself in while I was drawing this

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[loonsmoons]

Sirius: *talking* Regulus: "Do you shut up? like ever?" Sirius: "YOU asked me how i was doing?" Regulus: "Yeah, but who actually answers that? and honestly too??"

James: *talking about sports, spider-man, this book he's reading, ...* Regulus: *listening and nodding his head* James: "Sorry, all you asked was how i'm doing ... I'll shut up now" Regulus: "nO"

[aether-weather]

HAPPY NATIONAL CHAMELEON DAY EVERYPONY

HAVE ESPIO 👍👍

[peterofthedrakes]

THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO DRAW AAAAAA

[kennyomegasweave]

1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.

2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.

3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.

4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.

5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.

So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.

[viivenn]

the lady of Nevermore and her knight.

(i blame @franouo for this. you’ve influenced me😔✨🧚‍♀️)

i just think they’re so sweet and… stuff 😁✨🧚‍♀️🦋🪄❤️✨✨✨✨✨

i draw brienne like this to give a little reference to the books , if you’re curious about her scars and freckles. i also don’t think larissa would have any scars , and in this universe i think brienne would be juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust a smidge taller , not by much , but enough.

[bruhstation]

you never change, do you

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Moonshadow doorbells

they're so extra. it's a whole gong to announce yourself with.