#walker scobell x reader angst

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

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you’re such a goof

y/n(she/her) and Walker share a cute momet in the park

pet names

Walker can't stop giving y/n(she/her) different pet names

breathe

Walker helps y/n(she/her) through an anxiety/panic attack

oblivious

y/n(she/her) has a huge crush on Walker and gives his very obvious hints but he is very oblivious

off-camera

y/n(she/her) and Walker have their first kiss (off camera)

i just… i like it

y/n(she/her) can't help but play with Walker's hair

i love you, you know that?

Walker loves kissing you in between takes

you’re the best hugger i’ve ever met

y/n(she/her) finally meets Walker and he is, in fact, the best hugger ever

hi

Walker and y/n(she/her) meet at an event and it's just love at first sight (with a lil awkwardness)

mind if I sit?

what’s this?

y/n(she/her) is a huge fan of him and the percy jackson series and goes to a meet and greet

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i’m fine

y/n(she/her) is crying on the beach at night and Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior and Charlie find and comfort her

it's okay... you're okay

Walker is there to reassure y/n(she/her) that she has every right to feel how she feels after a fight with her absent father

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Hi, if you want to do it I would really appreciate it, you can do an imagine Percy Jackson x Female reader daughter of Hades where she is very close to her godly Father (Hades best father) they are very close and she and Percy are dating and Hades finds out, Can you tell me what their confrontation with Jealous Hades would be like with his daughter and Percy with that affronting and sarcastic way of his?

ofc!

*inspo from b99, jake meeting amy's dad*

Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.

[percy jackson x f!reader]

" Or I will. skin. you"

" So you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No-, ugh you, Perseus Jackson, are so infuriating."

You love Percy, of course you do, but when he asked to meet Hades you freaked. He was hurt, sadly, but he quickly understood why after this.

Though, unfortunately for you, your man is a very, very, maddening person.

A large bang caught your attention as Percy leaned in, a mischievous grin crossing his face. You both snapped your eyes toward the door while the dark energy surrounding the Underworld crawled close to you.

The guilty sighs coming from both Nico and Will helped you discern what was going on.

" We tried, [Name]. I'm sorry..." Will apologized. You smiled and shook them off as you placed your focus on your very angry father.

"[NAME], why would you even think about dating this mediocre, dense, child?"

You groaned but before you could say anything, your, mediocre, dense, boyfriend, interrupted you.

"Maybe it's because she likes my, mediocre, dense, brain!"

Hades nearly lost it...

So, of course Percy made it worse by twirling you to face him and kissing you on the forehead knowing full well that your dad would lose his shit.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter, Or I will skin you alive."

"So you think you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No- ugh, you, Perseus Jackson, are an infuriating person! [Name], are you sure this is the person you want to spend a while in your life with?"

Percy got increasingly offended.

"A while? Why can't she spend a lifetime with me?"

Hades laughed in your boyfriends face, before retorting. "My daughter has the ability to gain men much better than you ever could be."

That was when you butt in. "How dare you say that Percy isn't a man that deserves me?"

"It's alright, Rosie, he's not wrong." Percy chuckled, antagonized by the truth he could see your dad's words.

"No, you deserve me and I deserve you, and my father doesn't have the right to call my romantic choice 'mediocre' because this isn't the 1800s and he can't sell me for two sheep."

Percy smiled gently towards you as you scolded your surprised dad just for him.

Hades sighed, looking at the gaze that your lover held for you. He could see the love that he had long ago refused to believe that Poseidon's demigod son could hold for someone that wasn't himself just like his father.

But that moment was what helped Hades realize that he can't control the fact that you are your own woman who can choose who you want to love...

hope you like it!

sorry it took me so long (ノへ￣、)

[shebreathedherlast]

Daughter of the Sea

Part III

Masterlist

Quest

Luke Castellan x f!reader

Summary: You wake up in the infirmary with a horrifying surprise.

Work Count: 1.6k

TW: Brief memory loss, weapons, mean Luke, broken bones

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When your eyes fluttered open, you were unable to see. Everything around you seemed to be screaming. You pushed your weight onto your elbows as you desperately gaged your surroundings. With your vision blurred you sought for any semblance of familiarity.

Your head was pounding and your arm ached terribly. What in the gods happened? You sifted through your memories, raising your hand to cradle your head when the pain became nearly unbearable.

Footsteps scuffled towards you and your heart rate accelerated. “She’s awake!” A voice called.

You turned your head to the origin of the voice, but with your blurred vision, everything only fused together.

You made out a tuft of blonde curls and you instantly knew you would be safe. The figure made its way to you, placing a delicate blanket across your shoulders. They carried what you assumed was a tray of food.

They called your name and your head tilted up to meet their words. “Will?”

“gods, how are you feeling? Is there anywhere else that hurts?” He asked

You shook your head in confusion, “Will, what are you talking about?”

The Apollo kid furrowed his brows. An expression you couldn’t quite place fell over his features. “You’ve been in the infirmary for an entire night.” He told you.

“What?” You question, as you burrow your fists in the linen sheets to ground you.

“Do you not remember what happened yesterday?”

Your vision cleared as the events from yesterday seemed to piece themselves together.

A single infuriated word flitted from your lips, “Castellan” you growled.

Will gave you a quizzical look, “Oh so you do remember.”

Anger radiated off you. Yesterday Luke Castellan had practically robbed you of your much-deserved glory. He had humiliated and belittled you and in order to spare some semblance of dignity you were forced to break your arm. Yes, you remembered everything.

“Where is that thieving son of Hermes?” You demanded.

Will shook his head in disapproval. He turned back to the tray and returned with a bowl of steaming hot chicken noodle soup. “Is that what happened? Another one of your qualms with Luke? Seriously?”

You shruggled in response, too preoccupied to give Will an answer. You were busy thinking up all the ways you could make Luke suffer.

“You two really need to get over your whole sworn enemies thing and act like grown-ups. It gives me secondhand embarrassment watching you two fight like entitled toddlers.”

You gawked at him, “Will, I’m only seventeen, I’m not a grown-up.”

And at your comment, both of you laughed. Will was one of those guys that everyone was able to get along with. He had this easy going persona complimented by his humor that had him making friends wherever he went.

“You’re legitimately the biggest idiot I know.” He said.

And who were you to deny the truth?

“I wouldn’t exactly disagree,” You replied, an amused smile painted against your lips.

Will didn’t further the conversation, opting instead to spoon-feed you the warm broth. He gave you another drink of ambrosia before deeming that you would live.

“Thank you, Will…I really appreciate all you’re doing for me.”

Will waved his hand, dismissing your gratitude. “You won’t be saying that when I send you the bill.”

You chuckled shaking your head as you made your way out of the infirmary bed, dressing behind a curtain. Will was walking away and you had just finished pulling on your shorts as loud footsteps rang down the hall.

“You still there?” Will’s voice came from behind the curtain barrier. You pulled the fabric to the side as you stepped into the hall. “Uh…yeah”

He audibly sighed. “Good, because apparently, you're going on a quest in three hours.”

“WHAT?” You gasped.

Will cringed at your response, “Yeah, sorry that you had to find out this way but Clarisse got word of a quest from Ares and she chose the two best half-blood warriors to go with her. I’m sure you can guess what I mean by that.”

A million thoughts came crashing down on you. First, you were going to set out on your very first quest. Second, Clarisse saw you as a powerful ally and that could be useful in the future and third, the only other person besides you and Clarisse who would be addressed as “one of the best half-blood warriors” was none other than…Luke Castellan.

You huffed in anger, your fists balling at your sides. It was just your luck, Castellan, the one who had got you into this whole infirmary situation was going to ruin your first-ever quest.

Tyche must have really hated you.

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Less than an hour and a half later you were packed and ready to go. Though you were forced to endure the torturous presence of Castellan, you were determined to not allow him to get to you. This time the stakes were too high and the mission too important.

Well, that was your resolution until you saw his face.

You practically saw red as you lunged forward ready to strangle the Hermes boy. Clarisse had to step in and physically restrain you from tearing Luke limb from limb.

“I’m gonna kill you, Castellan!” You shout, “You’re dead! Do you hear me? You're dead!”

Clarisse set you down fifteen feet from Luke (what she deemed a safe distance to talk some sense into you without you going on a blood-lust rampage for the Hermes boy).

“In the name of Olympus, what in the world is wrong with you?”

You scoffed, “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? I think you should be asking that question to that thieving piece of-” It was at that moment that you heard Chiron clear his throat, and you shrank back, swallowing your insult.

Luke approached you with an amused grin, hands raised in the air. He was mocking you. Of course he was, you wouldn’t expect anything less from him.

“As soon as I get my hands on you, I’m gonna claw your eyes out, Castellan.” You seeth.

He tsked, tilting his head slightly, “And a good morning to you too, Chaos.”

Your jaw clenched as every fibre in your body told you to beat the boy before you into a pulp.

“Clarisse,” you whine, “please let me separate his stupid face from this hideous body.”

Clarisse shakes her head to tell you “no.”

You sigh, defeated.

Luke curls an arm around your shoulder, “Oh come on, Chaos, don’t you want another chance to win back your glory?”

You hated the boy before you. You hated him and you don’t think you’d mind it one bit if he so happened to fall off a cliff to his impending death. In fact, you think that you might even enjoy the show.

Clarisse rolled her eyes at the both of you, “Enough! You two need to stop this insufferable fighting and start focusing on the quest, because if you two don’t suck it up and start at least tolerating each other, I have absolutely no problem choosing two other skilled half-bloods to replace you.”

At this you and Luke instantly shut your mouths and glanced at each other.

Then it hit you, he wanted this as much as you did.

“Good.” Clarisse said, “Now I want both of you to hug it out and shake hands, promising that you’ll be on your best behaviour for my quest.”

You furrowed your brows, mouth agape. “Hug it out? Clarisse are you serious?”

“Absolutely.” She replied, pointedly.

Luke cocked his head, “You’ve got to be joking. It’s not like we’re five.”

The Ares kid raised her eyebrows in a taunting expression, “Are you sure about that?”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“K, let’s go now, stop tryna be the mediator Clarisse. Chaos and I are not “hugging it out” like pre-schoolers.” He spoke, a hint of annoyance coating his tone.

“Um sorry to break it to you buddy, but if you two wanna come on this quest with me then you better start doing as I say.”

Clarisse was defiantly being manipulative. She was the one who picked the two of you and now she was placing all these conditions on your shoulders.

After a minute of silence, Luke consented, rolling his eyes again. “Come here my sweet little, Chaos.” He said in an exaggerated voice like he was talking to a baby.

You glared at Clarisse, before trudging over to Luke, who wrapped his arms securely behind your neck, burying you into his chest. When you didn’t reciprocate he brought his lips to hover over your ear, “Chaos, you gotta at least pretend to like me, or else big scary Clarisse here is gonna send you back, and I know you don’t want that, do you?” His whispers sent shivers down your shoulders and eventually, (after a harsh glare from Clarisse) you conseeded and wrapped your arms around Luke’s waist.

His head practically nuzzled your hair and you could’ve sworn you heard him sigh in contentment.

To emphasize how much you two would get along Luke slowly began rocking side to side while continuing to keep his hold on you.

Clarisse smiled in approval.

You stood on your tippy toes and even then you barely reached his ear, “Luke,” you whispered.

“Yes, Chaos?” He asked gently.

“I still hate you.” And with that, you pushed him back. He stumbled a little before quickly regaining his footing.

“I wouldn’t expect any less.” He mumbled under his breath.

As you ran to catch up with Clarisse, Luke stood still, because whatever happened he knew that this quest was going to challenge him beyond belief.

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A/n This is more of a filler chapter so hang in there for the next update <3

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[mynicknameisgasoline]

why cant i find a good fic that isnt a block of text and has good grammar/punctuation?

why cant i find a well written fanfic where i can understand it but also makes me envy them bc their writing's super good?

why can't i find a good fic that makes me speak physically out loud and burst out into emotion?

why can't i find a good fic thats from a fandom/character I want?

These are the questions I ask myself and this is why I write...

[graceyappsalot]

“Everybody deserves flowers.”

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Okay so my last post did pretty good I think! So I’m gonna be posting this early because I’ll be busy this weekend but I still wanna post something!

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Percy Jackson x !!afab!! reader

Cussing, slight angst, heart break, unrequited love at first. Fluff at the end!!

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It was a typical morning at camp. The sun was brightly shining. Beating down on everybody, making it a more warm than typical. Percy walked past you. Like he normally does looking for annabeth, you guess.

“Oh shit sorry Y/N.” Percy said nervously as he had bumped into you, not taking in his surroundings. “ i didn’t see you there, almost like you were invisible.” He joked

“Oh.” You laughed it off even though those words had hurt worse than any other. “Guess I’m a ghost!”

“Hey have you seen annabeth?” He look around anxiously. Holding something in his hand. It looked like a letter, maybe.

“No I haven’t sorry, is everything okay?” You prodded at the situation, now getting nosy.

“Yeah I just, you know what I gotta tell someone, come here.” He grabbed your hand, and led you into the woods.

Oh. My. God. He’s holding my hand! I can’t believe it. The boy I’ve liked ever since he first showed up at camp. The way he talks and walk and just everything about him is just perfect! I follow him into the woods, feeling like I’m floating.

You two reach a rock, and he pulls you to sit next to him.

“I like annabeth. Actually I might love her.”

Oh… that’s not what you wanted to hear. You take your hands away from his. Your heart dropped. It feels like the entire word is ending. How could you have been so stupid. Of course he likes annabeth, everybody does. Tears well in your eyes but you do your best to hide them.

“That’s great Percy! I’m sure she feels the same way!” You try your best to support him, because no matter what, you will always care for him.

“Maybe, try giving her a gift, I mean everybody deserves flowers?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea! I need to give her this letter. I just can’t find her.” He gets up. “Y’know, you’re a really good friend.” Percy gleams at you and walks off.

You let go. Of all the hurt, all the pain, why does it hurt so bad.

After about an hour you finally get up and make your way back to camp

You see Percy and giving the letter to annabeth. She shakes her head no at him and walks away. Percy looks like a kicked puppy

The words he told you over play in your head. Over and over again.

So……

You walk past him and into your cabin. Because the world didn’t end when the boy you liked for months ended up liking some one else.

Day go by and you get better. You find out that annabeth rejected Percy. Which sucks but it’ll all be okay. Percy has tried talking to you numerous times, but you don’t let up easy.

Today you were sitting in a flower field. Just reading a book. Until your peaceful quietness was interrupted. By a certain someone

“Hey.” Percy staggered out. He sat beside you underneath a big oak tree.

“Hey..” you try your best to avoid eye contact.

“Why have you been avoiding me like I’m the plague?” He jokes

“Percy. I have to tell you something. I don’t wanna keep hiding it from you, because you’re an important person to me.” This sudden urge to let go of all your feelings struck you

“Tell me. You can tell me anything.” He gets closer

“Okay, well. Percy I’ve liked you ever since you first showed up at camp with your stupid smile, and stupid clothes.” You start to get a little emotional “I hate you. I hate you so much.” You stand up and start pacing

“What’s going on, why do you hate me? You just said you liked me?” Percy is obviously confused.

“That’s the thing! I hate you because I still like you. It’s like you do no wrong to me. You could stab me a million times and I’d still love you.” Percy stands up and spins your around to face him

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner. Part of me has always liked you too. When you started ignoring me, well.. it was the worst time of my life.” He pauses for a minute “I never realized but I’ve always looked for you, everywhere I go. And when you get sent on quest I make sure I’m there with you. I get protective I guess. I just thought it was because you were a good friend to me.”

“But..?” You say wanting to know more

“You’re so much more than that. You always check up on me. You always make sure I’m laughing when I’m with you. Annabeth didn’t do that. I mean sure she’s a good friend but…I can only see my self with you now.”

“Are you saying…that you like me too.”

“Duh you idiot.” He looks like he gets an idea which is normally not a good thing. He wonders off for second, somewhere you can’t quite see him.

“What the heck?” You mumble. He comes rushing back with….

“Here. It’s like you said everybody deserves flowers.” He hands them off to you “but you especially deserve them.”

“Oh Percy Jackson, I never knew you could be such a sap.”

“Oh don’t let it get to your head.”

This time you and Percy walk back into camp. But with your hands intertwined and huge smiles covering the both of your faces.

You were Percy’s and he was yours.

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Okay so a little surprise because I won’t be able to post this weekend 🫶🏻 this is pretty bad but I tried to make it cute 😭 I’ll try to write for other fandoms soon I’m just obsessed with Percy right now and it all people want!!

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[slut4menig]

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[cy6err]

Fallen — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Fem!Reader (YouTuber)

Warnings: Angst, not proofread!

Summary: You and Walker have been falling apart in your relationship, so you decided to take him on a date to the summer carnival. However, things didn’t go according to plan.

A/N: Proof of existence, but this song has been everywhere for me and it’s just… ugh. So, I have decided to do a little angsty fic. :) This took two weeks to write because I had NO motivation…

Make sure to send requests! Love you 🤍

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You and Walker had a good relationship and kept a good balance with him filming and you doing your small YouTube career, and were always supportive of each other.

However, once he got into the season more within the Disney show ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’, you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he invited Leah over for your dates hang outs.

You loved Leah, she was sweet, funny, and knew how to keep things straight and well done. So, you didn’t really mind it as much when she would tag along, you ended up having fun at the end of the day.

But when things got more serious, Walker had been distancing himself from you.

Whenever you would text him, he would either leave you on read, or spend hours upon hours to write back. Being upset would be an understatement, you were livid and disappointed; you wanted to spend time or try to have a small conversation with your boyfriend, only to be let down.

Walker was at your house, finally convincing him to come over when you shouldn’t really have to. You were supposed to film that day, but decided not to because you were too happy to finally hang out with the blond.

He sat on your bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally texting his friends. You sat by him, talking about your day and wanting to catch up with him, but he didn’t seem like he was paying attention.

“Walker, are you listening?” You sigh, your hands falling to your lap in defeat. He picks up his head at the sound of his name being called, a faint, sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry, not really. I was texting Leah and Aryan about our upcoming hang out on Saturday.”

You look at him a bit confused, mostly shocked at his words. Walker mirrors your look, but more confused than shocked. “What?”

“You said you’d be staying with me the whole weekend since you’re going to be in Vancouver for a while?” You say, clearly stumped.

Walker gives a look of apology, his small smile turning into a frown. “Oh, I’m sorry love. I completely forgot about that, I can cancel the plans and-“

You cut him off, shaking your head. “No! It’s fine, you have fun with your friends.���

“Are you sure?” He asks, still concerned. “I’m sure.”

He nods, kissing your cheek and getting back to what he was doing in his phone as you lie down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

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While your boyfriend was in Vancouver, you tried to text him as much as you could. Mostly talking about your day and even asking about him… yes, he would respond, but they’d be dry responses rather than his jokes and memes he’d usually send on a daily basis.

You: So, how’s Vancouver? Anything fun recently? Read 14:54

Today 09:01

Walker: hey yea it’s fun

You: Hey! Took you a while to respond, but that’s fine. How are you doing? I miss and love you :) 09:07

Today 16:23

Walker: busy I miss and love u 2

After that message, you’ve decided to just leave him alone, not wanting to bother him anymore. For the next couple of weeks, you’ve just been vlogging and doing your normal routine… well, without FaceTiming or texting Walker, of course.

But when you found out Walker had been finished with filming for a bit, you were puzzled and concerned on why he didn’t bother calling or texting you.

You’ve waited and waited for at least one text from him only to be let down, not like you were surprised.

Due to this, you’ve contemplated on either or not you should text him. Which you did, having a risky conversation with your boyfriend about your relationship. You procrastinated on the message. 30 minutes later, you were staring at the text before taking a deep, shaky breath and hitting send.

Today 13:03

You: Hey, can we talk?

Walker: yea what’s up? 13:12

You: I just feel like you’ve been ignoring me lately, did I do something wrong? 13:13

Walker: no, what makes you think that you did? 13:28

You: You’ve been super dry lately and take forever to respond, it makes me question things. 13:34

Walker: oh things like what? 13:49

You: Do you still want this relationship? I don’t want to keep putting the effort into it if I don’t get anything in return. 13:51

That’s when Walker responded almost instantly.

Walker: of course i want this, i’m sorry. i’ve just been super busy, can i make it up to you?… 13:53

You: I would like that. There’s the carnival happening near my house, wanna go? It’s been a while since we’ve last been on an actual date. 13:57

After making the plans and setting a time, you happily lie down on your bed. Maybe this was your chance to fix things with him and finally catch up. Your mind filled with different scenarios and how it’ll turn out, thinking how fun it’ll be.

As they days went by, you grew more nervous than excited for the upcoming date that was around the corner. And when the day finally came, you picked out a comfortable outfit and got ready to go.

After your mom drove you to the carnival, you greeted Walker with a tight hug. He smiled at you and said a quick hello to your mom before following you into the entrance of the park.

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You both went on a various amount of rides and played some games too, even winning a couple of stuff. But as time went on, Walker seemed more distracted on his phone rather than wanting to spend time with you.

You tried to play it off by playing a few more games and a couple of rides until you just couldn’t handle it anymore. “Walker, let’s get a snack. I’m a bit hungry.”

He nods, slipping his phone into his hoodie pocket and following you to a concession stand. He buys you a churro and vanilla ice cream, opting to share with you.

He sits beside you on a bench, a good view from the carnival that filled the night atmosphere with colorful lights and the smell of sweet food mixed. Playing with the paper that churro provided, you glance at Walker on his phone again.

“It’s cold, hm?” You softly said, rubbing your arms a bit to try and warm yourself up. Walker hums in response, not looking away from his phone.

You try to talk about something else only to be left on heard. Growing irritated, you speak a little louder. “Walker, are you even listening?”

He glances up at you, quickly turning off his phone. “What?”

“You’ve been ignoring me halfway into the date, you’re distracted on your phone!” You hissed, throwing your hands up in anger.

He looks at you confused and clears his throat, “I-I’m sorry, I just-“

“Are you cheating on me?” You cut him off, your heart was beating rapidly, scared of his reaction. He looks at you offended, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What? No! What makes you think that I am?” He asked, now growing a bit irritated. “You’ve been stuck on your phone, like I just said!”

Walker stayed quiet, not being able to come up with an excuse for his mistake. He swallowed hard, looking away, but this made you even more angry.

“Walker, talk to me! You didn’t even text me when you got back from Vancouver, I had to find out from instagram!” You shouted angrily, Walker quickly quieting you down as people began to look your way.

“Im sorry! I just— I didn’t feel like texting you…” he mumbles, playing with his hands.

“Why not? You could’ve just told me to leave you alone.” You try to reason with him, wanting to gauge out his feelings.

“I couldn’t-“ he was cut off yet again, “why not?”

“Because you’re sensitive!” he snaps, “You’re clingy, Y/N. Look, I love you, but you really need to know how to give space when in a relationship. I don’t need you glued on to me all the time.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes, a faint “what?” Leaving your lips.

Walker sighs, shaking his head. “And I feel like…like I’ve lost feelings for you because of it. I’m stressed with filming and school, it’s hard for me, okay?”

“I guess with all the traveling and distancing myself, I grew out of the relationship.” He adds, his face falling.

It was an awkward silence before you spoke up, “What are you saying?” You murmur, your heart breaking at his words.

He takes a deep breath, taking your hand in his. “Y/n, look, you’re beautiful, sweet, and kind. I just don’t think right now is the time for a relationship. I think it’s best if we break up.”

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t how your date was supposed to go. You wanted to fix things, not ends it. You try to shake your head in protest, “N-no, we can’t. I-I can…”

Walker lifts your chin up, looking at you sadly. “Please, Y/n. We can’t do this anymore, it’s just not the right time.”

Taking a shaky breath, you nod in agreement. “Okay, okay. I hope things go well for you with filming and school.”

Walker smiled and kissed your forehead, “Thank you, likewise. And maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

He gives you one last, tight hug before saying goodbye, turning around and leaving. You just stood there, heartbroken but.:. Relieved. Relieved that you didn’t have to feel drained for a fallen relationship. You take a deep breath and smile slightly, calling your mom to pick you up.

Once you made it home, you brushed your teeth and got ready for bed. You changed your wallpaper and bio status, unfollowing him but not blocking. You out your phone down and lie back, staring at the ceiling as you thought about his words.

“maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

hey! i’ve been a sturniolo fan for like a year and a half now (used to be a matt girl now a chris girl through and through🤞🏼)

i’m British! in some of my writing you might notice some slang or words you haven’t heard of (if u arent British)

i’m a minor😞😞 DONT COME FOR ME

I have an unhealthy addiction to taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams, joshua bassett, madison beer and sabrina carpenter😋😋

i love love love reading!

i love pjo and walker scobell!!!

i don’t really know what else to put but there are things i’m willing to write and what i won’t write!

WHAT I WILL WRITE!

• fluff, angst, smut (not too heavy)

• i’m willing to write anything to do with mental health, although some things i may not understand so i will not write about those.

• chris x fem!reader

• matt x fem!reader

•walker x fem!reader

•percy x fem!reader

•adam x fem!reader

•charlie x fem!reader

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!

• any weird kinks

• nick x fem!reader (non platonic way)

• incest

please give me requests! i’ll try and do them as quick as possible!!

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it's okay... you're okay

pair: Walker Scobell x 17y/o!reader

summary: Walker is there to reassure y/n(she/her) that she has every right to feel how she feels after a fight with her absent father

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The room felt too small, too hot. Y/N stood in the center, her fists clenched so tight that her nails dug into her palms. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears, drowning out the sound of her father’s voice. His excuses, his apologies, whatever the hell he was saying didn’t matter anymore. She didn’t want to hear it.

"Stop," she snapped, her voice shaking. "Just stop."

Her father went quiet, his eyes widening. He wasn’t used to this. The soft-spoken girl who had always looked at him with too much pain and not enough anger was gone. He didn’t know her anymore.

“I— I know I messed up,” he started, his hands raised like he could calm her down. Like this was some small misunderstanding.

“You left,” Y/N spat, her voice rising, filling the room. “You left us, and you didn’t care. You didn’t care about me. Or mom. Or... or her." Her sister, who picked up the pieces their mom couldn’t.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn’t give him a chance. It was like a dam had burst inside her, all the words she’d held in for so long, all the feelings she’d shoved down, finally spilling out.

“You just disappeared. And I... I spent years thinking it was my fault. That maybe if I’d been better... quieter... more like the daughter you wanted, you wouldn’t have left. I thought I wasn’t enough.”

Her voice cracked, and she hated it. She hated that she still cared, that she still hurt because of him.

“I blamed myself for everything. When I was little, I thought maybe if I’d been more like her, you wouldn’t have gone. But then I grew up and I realized that I couldn’t even trust anyone because of you. You made me feel like I wasn’t worth sticking around for.”

She was pacing now, her hands shaking, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. Not now. Not when everything she’d kept buried was finally clawing its way out.

“I spent so long trying to get people to like me. To stay. I thought maybe if I was good enough for them, they wouldn’t leave like you did. But no matter how hard I tried, it never worked. Because no matter what I did, I always felt like they’d leave too. Because if my own dad didn’t want me, why would anyone else?”

Her father’s face was pale, his mouth set in a thin line, but Y/N didn’t care. She didn’t care about his excuses or his reasons anymore. She just wanted him to understand how badly he’d broken her.

“I needed you, and you weren’t there. Do you know what that does to a kid? Do you have any idea what it’s like to grow up wondering why your dad didn’t love you enough to stay?”

She felt the tears sting her eyes, but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t cry. Not for him. Not anymore.

“I was four when you left. Four. I didn’t understand then. I didn’t know why my dad didn’t come home anymore. And I waited. I waited for you to come back. Every night. For years. But you never did.”

Her chest felt tight, and she struggled to breathe, but she kept going. She had to say it all.

“And you know what the worst part is? I was sixteen before I finally realized it wasn’t my fault. Sixteen. I spent my whole life thinking I did something wrong, that I wasn’t good enough. But it was you. You’re the one who wasn’t enough.”

Her father’s face crumpled, and for a split second, she felt the smallest twinge of guilt. But it disappeared just as quickly.

“I don’t want your apology. I don’t want your excuses. I don’t care why you left anymore. I just... I just want you to know what you did to me. How you ruined everything. How every time I try to let someone in, I can’t. Because I’m terrified they’ll leave too. And it’s all because of you.”

The room was dead silent now, except for the sound of her ragged breathing. Her father looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but no words came out. Good. There was nothing left to say.

Y/N stood there, trembling, her heart racing in her chest. She’d said it. Everything she’d wanted to say for so long. And yet, she didn’t feel better. She just felt... empty. Like all that anger and hurt had been holding her together, and now that it was out, she didn’t know what was left.

“I don’t hate you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “I just... I don’t need you anymore. And I never will.”

With that, she turned and walked out, leaving him behind. Like he had left her.

Y/N slammed the front door behind her and leaned against it, her chest heaving. The house was silent, but it didn’t feel peaceful. It felt hollow. Empty. Just like her.

She stumbled up the stairs, her legs shaky, her mind a blur. When she reached her room, she collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow.

The tears came out of nowhere. Hot, choking sobs that wracked her entire body. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying. She thought confronting him would make her feel better. She thought it would give her some sense of relief or closure. But now... she just felt lost.

She pressed her face deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound. Her chest hurt, her eyes burned, and she was so tired. So damn tired of feeling this way. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop crying.

Y/N didn’t know how long she laid there, curled up on her bed, feeling like she was falling apart from the inside out. Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter. Nothing made sense anymore.

Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand reached for her phone, and she opened Walker’s contact without hesitation. He was the only person she could think of. The only one who might understand, even though she barely understood herself.

Her thumb hovered over the call button for a second, but then she pressed it. She needed to hear his voice. She needed *him*.

It rang once. Twice. Then his familiar voice came through, and somehow, the sound of it made her throat tighten all over again.

“Hey, Y/N—” he started, his usual upbeat tone there, but she cut him off with a shaky breath.

“I did it,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I told him everything.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, then Walker spoke, his voice softer this time. “Are you okay?”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. The simple question—one he asked so often—felt like it was unraveling something inside her.

“No,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I feel.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, nodding even though he couldn’t see her. “Yeah... yeah, I do.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

True to his word, ten minutes later there was a knock on her window. Y/N glanced up and saw Walker standing there, his hair messy from the wind, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. She managed a weak smile as she got up to let him in.

The second he climbed through the window, Walker’s arms were around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She hadn’t realized how much she needed it until that moment—the warmth, the comfort, the familiar scent of him.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re okay.”

She buried her face into his chest, and for a while, neither of them said anything. She just let herself be held, her breathing slowly evening out as the tension in her body began to fade.

After a few minutes, Walker pulled back just enough to look at her. His blue eyes were full of concern, but there was something else there too. Something steady, reassuring.

“What happened?” he asked gently, his hands resting on her shoulders.

Y/N took a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. “I... I don’t even know. I just snapped. I told him everything I’ve been holding in since I was a kid. All the anger, the hurt, how he ruined everything...” Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to keep talking. “I told him that he made me feel like I wasn’t enough. That it was my fault he left.”

Walker’s expression softened, his eyes flickering with understanding. “You didn’t go too far, Y/N.”

She blinked, her throat tightening again. “What if I did? What if I was too harsh?”

“No.” Walker’s voice was firm, but gentle. “He needed to hear it. He needed to understand what he put you through. You have every right to be angry. You have every right to feel what you’re feeling.”

Y/N stared at him, her chest aching in a way that was different from before. Less painful, but still heavy. “But what if I hurt him?”

Walker’s hands slid down to her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Y/N, you’ve been hurting for years because of him. He left. He made those choices. And you have every right to let him know how that affected you. It’s not your responsibility to protect him from the truth.”

Y/N’s lip trembled, and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold back more tears. “But why do I still feel so... so lost?”

Walker pulled her into another hug, resting his chin on top of her head. “Because it’s complicated,” he said quietly. “Confronting him doesn’t magically fix everything. It’s okay to feel all messed up right now. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

She let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she leaned into him. His arms tightened around her, and for the first time all day, she felt like maybe she wasn’t falling apart. Not completely.

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered, his voice soft and warm. “For standing up for yourself. For telling him the truth. You didn’t deserve any of what he put you through. And you’re going to be okay.”

Y/N sniffed, a small, shaky laugh escaping her as she clung to him. “How do you always know what to say?”

Walker pulled back just enough to flash her that lopsided grin she loved so much. “It’s a talent. Plus, you’ve been my best friend forever. I think I’ve got the hang of this by now.”

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i’m fine

pair: Walker Scobell x reader

summary: y/n(she/her) is crying on the beach at night and Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior and Charlie find and comfort her

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The night was cold, the wind biting against Y/N's skin as she sat alone on the beach. The stars above seemed distant, almost indifferent to the pain she felt inside. She hugged her knees close to her chest, her white crop top offering little warmth against the chill, and her grey sweatpants soaked at the hems from the waves that occasionally reached her.

Her sobs echoed into the quiet night, loud and heart-wrenching, but the beach was empty, so she let herself fall apart. The salty breeze mixed with her tears as they flowed freely down her cheeks, her wavy hair whipping around her face in the wind. Every so often, the water lapped up against her, but she didn’t care. It was as if the cold ocean was the only thing that understood her pain, and she wanted to drown in it, let it take everything away.

Not far away, the cast of the upcoming Percy Jackson series had decided to take a late-night walk. Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior, and Charlie were grateful for a moment of peace, free from the constant attention of fans. They walked side by side, talking and laughing quietly until they heard something that made them stop in their tracks.

"Do you guys hear that?" Leah asked, her voice tinged with concern.

The others fell silent, and they all heard it—a sound that broke their hearts. It was the sound of someone crying, not just softly, but with a deep, gut-wrenching sorrow. They exchanged looks before following the sound, leading them to Y/N.

There she was, sitting by herself, soaked and shivering, her sobs still tearing through the night. She didn’t notice them approach until they were standing right in front of her.

“Hey,” Walker said softly, crouching down beside her. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looked up, startled, quickly wiping at her eyes, but it was pointless—her face was already streaked with tears. She recognized them instantly, but that only made her feel worse. She had dreamed of meeting them, but not like this. Not when she was falling apart.

The others surrounded her, their faces full of concern. Leah sat down beside her, not too close but close enough to offer warmth. “We heard you crying. What’s going on? Do you need help?”

Y/N shook her head, more tears slipping out despite her efforts to stop them. “I…I don’t want to talk about it.”

Walker took off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But it’s freezing out here. You shouldn’t be alone.”

Y/N tried to resist, but the warmth of his jacket was comforting. She hadn’t realized just how cold she was until now. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Dior knelt down in front of her, her eyes full of empathy. “But we are worried. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Charlie and Aryan exchanged a glance, the same thought running through their minds. What if she was out here to do something terrible? They couldn’t let that happen.

Charlie moved closer, his tone gentle but firm. “Why don’t you come back with us? We’re staying at a hotel nearby. You can warm up there.”

Y/N shook her head again, more out of habit than anything else. “I’m fine,” she repeated, but even she didn’t believe it.

“We’re not leaving you here,” Aryan said softly, but there was a finality in his voice that made it clear he meant it.

When she didn’t move, Dior nodded to the others. Walker hesitated for a moment, but then he carefully picked her up, cradling her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. Y/N didn’t fight him; she was too tired, too drained to do anything but let them take her away from the beach.

As they walked, Y/N rested her head against Walker’s chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing in a way she hadn’t expected. She didn’t understand why they were being so kind to her, a complete stranger, but she was too exhausted to question it.

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Daughter of the Sea

Part IV

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Back to the Beginning

Luke Castellan x f!reader

Summary: You, Luke, and Clarisse embark on your quest. You reminisce on how Luke and you became enemies in the first place.

Work Count: 2k

TW: Weapons, mean Luke, broken nose, blood, humiliation

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You, Clarisse and Luke had been walking for hours, and to make matters worse the bright sun was beating down on your back the whole time. Your body felt hot and the warmth of the flare in the sky created a sheen layer of sweat on your skin.

Looking over to Luke who was trudging forward despite the heat you couldn’t help but feel envious of his stamina. You and Clarisse trailed behind the Hermes boy barely having the energy to place one foot in front of the other.

Luke was now nearly out of sight and for some reason his stamina was starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it was cause you craved his endurance, or maybe because you wanted to prove that you were better than him, that was typically the case.

You wondered how the boy appeared to be good at everything. He could fight, he helped around camp, he mentored campers, he was social and everyone looked up to him. Luke Castellan was Camp Half Blood’s golden-boy but you knew that there was a certain something he was hiding underneath his illusion of perfection. He was certainly not perfect in your eyes.

Luke Castellan was a puzzle.

One you were determined to solve.

He was attacking you in the woods one day, taunting you in the most humiliating ways and the next he pretended that there was nothing wrong. Almost as if he hadn’t tried to break your am. He was an enigma, a mystery…but you always had a nick for playing detective.

In all honesty, you had no idea why he hated you. You didn’t understand what you had done to make him despise you more than his own father. On the other hand, you had every reason to loathe him.

You remembered your first month at camp like it was yesterday.

You were thirteen.

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After your mom and her boyfriend had shipped you off to camp you knew that your life would be living hell. And you were right.

Staying in the crowded Hermes Cabin was torture, to say the least. The unclaimed sons and daughters of the gods as well as the minor gods and even Hermes' children themselves all inhabited the cabin. You were the new camper. The one who was bound to be picked on.

You were the kid just thrown aside by their mortal parent.

Unwanted that’s what you were.

Nobody wanted you. Not your mom, not your so-called friends, not your godly parent, not even these other half-bloods.

In your mind it wasn’t as if the kids at camp hated you, no, it was more so that they didn’t want anything to do with you.

They simply didn’t care.

That was until a certain Hermes boy came your way. He was kind. He helped you navigate your way through camp. He acknowledged you. Throughout your whole life, he was the only person who made you feel seen.

He was even the first person who taught you how to hold a sword.

Yes, Luke Castellan was your first friend, but you know what they say: friends come and friends go.

And he went.

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You knew that Luke had only been a camper a little longer than you. You knew he was desperate for glory. He wanted to be respected- he wanted to be liked.

Like you, he wanted to be accepted.

Unfortunately, his desires cast an ever-dooming shadow on your friendship.

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Luke had humiliated you in front of the whole camp to gain the other campers as so-called “friends.”

He had led you into a clearing not far from camp. Luke claimed he had found some kind of amplified form ambrosia that would grant the consumer the ability to see who their true godly parent was.

It was then that he had exploited your biggest insecurity.

After you slipped a berry into your mouth, your body began to convulse. You remember how Luke’s eyes widened and his arms wrapped around your waist to study your swaying movements. But the small curtsy would do nothing to earn your forgiveness.

After your body grew accustomed to whatever Luke convinced you to eat, almost everything went blank. You didn’t know for months after the event what actually happened. And during that time, you still remained near Luke’s side - that was until five months later when Clarisse La Rue told you what transpired.

Luke had given you Magemenos Berries. They were rare fruits located on the border of the camp and everyone in their right mind knew to stay away from them. Everyone but you. The berries enchanted whoever consumed them to obey anything that the first person who saw them said.

Clarisse told you how Luke and his friends had messed with you. Commanding you to do ridiculous things in front of the whole camp. One of the boys near Luke prompted him to make you act like a mindless mutt.

“Crawl to me,” Luke commanded. “Crawl to me on all fours like a mutt.”

And you did.

His commands only became more ruthless and his words harsher.

But you still obeyed. You couldn’t resist the pull of the enchantment.

Luke’s friends had laughed and praised him, granting him the validation he so desperately craved.

You were the laughingstock at camp. For months people teased and belittled you. They called you: “Mutt” “Dog” and their favourite, “Luke’s Bitch.” It was humiliating. You had cried yourself to sleep many nights and when you finally got the courage to confront Luke about what happened, his friends were near him. They cackled at your presence, teasing you mercilessly. You remember the way your voice cracked when you asked him, “Is…-is it true?” Luke tore his gaze away from your wet eyes. “I-” he spoke before his friends joined in laughing and confirming every horrible story you heard.

Your eyes met Luke’s. Betrayed and humiliated, that’s what he had done to you. He looked remorseful but with a nudge from one of the guys with him, all sorrow disappeared from his features. He even had the nerve to join them.

He was your first real friend, but you guessed even that was fake too.

You took a shaky breath, composing yourself. All your emotions molding into one, anger. You turned your back to him, taking a step away from the group. Luke murmured something, almost out of hearing distance, but not quite.

“Mutt”

Luke had used you to get what he wanted, acceptance.

You heard those four letters tumble out of his mouth and you couldn’t take it anymore. All the humiliation, all the teasing, all the manipulation. In one swift moment, you had turned back to face him. The next moment you had curved your fingers into the palm of your hand, and swung.

Luke Castellan had betrayed, humiliated, and played you. In return, you punched him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

“Damn it,” he mumbled under his breath, “Why are you such a bitch”

You narrowed your eyes at him, spitting onto the ground beneath his feet. “I swear before the gods, Luke Castellan, I will always hate you for this. I will make your life a living hell. Anything you do, I’ll do better. Anything you want, I’ll get it sooner. Any respect people have for you will be mine. You are dead to me.”

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That was four years ago.

You and Luke never made up.

You went from friends to rivals, and rivals to enemies.

You would never let go of how he humiliated you, and you would torture his soul as long as you lived.

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“Come on guys. You two are so slow I could probably complete this whole quest on my own. I could even do it before the both of you made it up this hill.”

There goes Luke Castellan again.

Egotistical prick.

Clarisse just shook her head in amusement and rolled her eyes. Unlike you, she didn’t mind Luke, and most of the time they actually got along.

She picked up the pace and soon she was nearing the insufferable boy before you.

You still trailed behind, the sun made it too hot to move.

“C’mon, Chaos,” Luke yelled from behind the hill, “I thought when you were thirteen you promised that anything I do you’d do it better?”

You only groaned in response, annoyed, irritated, and too hot to think.

“Shut up, Castellan, I’m trying to think.”

You neared the hill, now seeing Clarisse and Luke below you.

“What in Olympus do you need to think about?” He questioned, “All you’re doing is putting one foot in front of the other.”

You were too exhausted to indulge in his meaningless arguing.

Breathing heavily you took step after miserable step, desperately wishing that a taxi service was closer than forty miles away.

When you finally caught up with the other two half-bloods you nearly fainted into Clarisse’s arms. You’re body sagged against her. You were sure she was as equally hot as you were. “Remind me why you chose me to come on this quest with you?” You asked the Ares girl, out of breath.

She chuckled as she pushed you back onto your feet, reaching into her backpack for something. Her hand retrieved a granola bar which you accepted gratefully. The two of you maneuvered your way to a birch tree nearby.

“Luke!” Clarisse called, “We’re taking a break.”

Luke who was still walking pivoted and sighed as he came closer to you and Clarisse.

You scoffed at his presence and the girl beside you only nudged you, telling you to, “be nice.”

And that was coming from the daughter of the god of war.

The Hermes boy leaned against the tree as you and Clarise sat down on the luscious green grass. You bit off a piece of your granola bar and Clarisse took a long gulp of her water.

Luke leaned over, dark curls were suddenly in front of you as he reached over for Clarisse’s backpack. “Hey, uh…do you have any more of those apple cinnamon granola bars?” He asked.

The Ares girl shook her head, signifying a “no.”

“You’re*,* Chaos, here is eating the last one as we speak.” She said.

Luke’s head turned to you, his face inches away from yours. A certain look in his eyes you did not like.

You knew what he wanted, and you were not going to give it to him. If he was any other person you would’ve maybe shared, but this was Luke Castellan, the worst half-blood out there.

You met his eyes, firm and dark, “No.” You stated, clutching the granola bar close to your chest.

A smirk curled his lips, “I wasn’t asking.”

And without a second to spare Luke had swiped the protein bar from your hand, and took a bite.

No wonder he was the son of the god of thieves.

“Castellan!” You exclaim in anger, pushing yourself upright.

He only snickered in response, “My bad, Chaos. You want it back?”

“It has all your saliva on it.” You pointed out, disgusted.

He nodded, “Mmm, just how you like it.”

You grimace, shutting your eyes in disgust. "Gross," you said under your breath.

Clarisse calls you and Luke from ahead. “Come on you slowpokes, let’s get a move on, shall we?”

You glare at Luke as you return to Clarisse’s side. “Castellan’s the worst,” You complain to her.

She sighs, “Well at least you two aren’t violently threatening each other like every other time you’re within fifty feet of each other.”

You scoff, turning back to glace at Luke behind you, “Believe me, I want to.”

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A/n I really hope to continue this series, I just feel so unmotivated to write.

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