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sovksluv · 25 days

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seven minutes in hell

𖤐 . pairing - fratboy!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

𖤐 . summary - a stupid game of spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven gone… wrong?

𖤐 . content includes - smut MDNI🔞, bad interpretations of frat parties/boys

𖤐 . word count - 1014

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

𖤐 . a/n - i randomly got this idea and was very motivated idk why. anyways, hope you enjoy !!

“you are so. mph~ infuriating,” you struggled out.

he chuckled, speeding up his erratic movements, forcefully slamming your body into the wall with each thrust.

“yeah, keep saying that like my dick- fuuck~ like my fuckin’ dick isn’t in ya’ right now,” Luke teased, slowing his movements to add to the annoyance, protruding a half whimper-groan from you.

he scoffed, a dumb smirk on his face as his hips resumed their work, thrusting his fat cock into you even faster — desperate to finish you both off before the timer finished.

his sudden pounding forced a choked moan from you, panic flooding your eyes. Luke’s smirk widened, he motioned to one of your hands with his head.

you took the sign, gratefully covering your mouth the second his calloused fingertips met your clit, which erupted yet another squeak from you.

he practically had you bent in half against the closet wall, the tight space not leaving much room for the two of you.

you were at some stupid frat party — which you did not want to go to. your friend Silena insisted you needed some time out, and just about dragged you to said party.

with a few drinks in, you were grumbling as she dragged you to a cliché game of seven minutes in heaven, consisting of a circle of other students all drunk or high or both.

despite your tipsy state, you recognized a few people;

Charles Beckendorf — aka Silena’s never-ending crush that is too sweet for his own good.

Clarisse La Rue — aka the girl that typically wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near a frat house, yet here she was.

Chris Rodriguez — aka the lame douchebag with hopeful heart eyes towards our dear Clarisse, and who also happens to be best friends with the boy that’s pounding your pussy into oblivion.

of course, the second it’s your turn to spin the bottle, it lands on probably the worst person in the group — Luke Castellan.

thank the Gods that the blaring lights of the party hid the blush on your cheeks, with a little help from the annoyed groan that left your mouth.

Silena giggled into her red solo cup, pushing you to stand up next to Luke, who was already standing, a smirk on his stupid face.

and that’s how you got here — folded in half against the closet wall, knees by your face and calves hanging over his shoulders, desperately screaming into your hand as Luke drilled his cock into you.

the fact that you got in this position during a seven minute game should’ve been on your mind, but the feeling of his cock head poking around your cunt had your eyes rolling back, head empty.

you wrapped your other arm around his neck, bringing him closer to you. uncovering your mouth and wrapping your other arm around him, your lips were close — but not touching.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling his warm breath as he pounded you, his own groans only fueling your arousal.

your eye trailed up, left hand coming up to knock away his stupid backwards cap, fingers immediately running through his curls, pulling and scratching at them.

he almost whimpered, lips trailing around your collarbone, moving up with kisses and leaving marks in his path.

“w-why do you we-ar that stupid c-cap?” you stuttered out, moaning breathlessly as his lips ceased their attack.

he chuckled again at you, hips stuttering and eyes fluttering. “will you shut up? m’ trying to fuck you.”

you moaned out, head falling back against the wall, his cock and fingers together draw you closer to the edge.

warmth spills and spreads through your bodies, feeling the effect of both your orgasms hitting at the same time.

you forced Luke’s head to yours, shoving your lips on his as you moaned in each other's mouths, sloppy and wet kisses following his slowing thrusts.

Luke carefully let you down, a hand on your waist to keep you up right. he hastily pulled up his jeans, putting himself away as he helped you redress.

you kept your arms around his neck as he pulled your panties up, fixing your dress and your hair.

face flushed, you watch as he bent down to get his cap, instead placing it backwards on your head, laughing at your annoyance.

moving to take it off, he gently grabbed your wrist.

“keep it.”

you raised your eyebrows but listened, lowering your hand. you went to speak again but were interrupted by a knock at the closet door.

in frantic movements, Luke had you shoved against the wall, breathing heavily as his head was turned towards the door, his tall frame blocking you from being seen if it were to open.

“seven minutes are up!” shouted Chris through the door, rustling could be heard from the other side as he moved away the chair that locked it. “you guys can come out now!”

Luke turned towards you, using his finger tips to tilt your chin up. with his fingers still touching you, he slightly bent down to capture your lips again in a searing kiss.

when he pulled away you were left almost breathless as he took your hand, opening the door and leading the two of you out.

whistling was heard from the game circle as you guys exited the smaller space. instead of going back to your spot next to Silena, Luke pulled your sore body down with him, sitting you right on his lap.

you made eye contact with Silena, who raised her eyebrows with a knowing smirk on her face.

everyone in the group knew what you had done in the closet, the stumbling of your walk, flushed face, and Luke’s stupid cap on your head hinted at it.

also the fact that you were sitting on his lap, head on his shoulder with his arms around your middle and his hickeys littered on your neck.

no one said anything though, they all just smirked into their own cups, continuing to play the game.

you still hated frat parties though. just maybe not this one.

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hayacinthandlilies · 8 days

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That fact that we all just accept the fact that if Luke wasn’t a demigod he would be a frat boy

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #frat boy luke castellan #luke castellan x reader

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mxtxfanatic · 5 days

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Of course the random cannon fodder’s name is Percy. Of course.

#human reads btbr #what other name is he supposed to have #when ‘percy’ is like the default asshole name #that and ‘kyle’#but since this is snobbish elite families world #and not frat boy world #we get ‘percy’

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amoreva · 9 days

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FEIGNING FOR YA

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CHAPTER 2

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: the first signs of acknowledgement from your family about your relationship and planning and…Luke is a good fake boyfriend!

warnings: not proofread! slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth, drinking

a/n: inspired by charlie’s recent boxing photos! ik it may be a little choppy, but i wanted to put smthg out there before i go on my trip. comments and feedbacks about writing are much appreciated!

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Ding!

A passive aggressive text shows up on your lock screen from Aunt Shelley. You were out with Silena, Clarisse and Thalia when the first signs of acknowledgment of your new relationship shows up.

The photo of your friend group covered by (now) two texts from Aunt Shelley:

Aunt Shelley

I wish you would tell us about this boy of yours before announcing it to the whole world.

3m ago

Kidding! He seems lovely.

1m ago

She was not kidding.

You sent back a short text, making up some excuse about why you haven’t said anything. Sure, you hard-launched the “relationship” intending for your family to see, but that backfired. Kind of.

Most of them didn’t care about social media yet they insisted on following you when you made an account.

Aunt Shelley

Tell him to buy brighter clothes for Easter!

now

At least they didn’t seem to recognize Luke’s mop of curls. Luke has only been to your house once in high school in freshman year. Well, Luke had matured since then and he did gain some meat on his bones. You wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t recognize him.

“Their reactions will be funnier when I introduce myself.” Luke mumbled with closed eyes. An arm wrapped around you abdomen. His thumb rubbing your side. Cheek pressed against your shoulder as he listened to you.

He insisted on taking a nap at your dorm to strengthen the image of your faux relationship, totally not because he was escaping his frat’s latest activities. It was something like a date auction or car wash.

“Do you plan on listening to my Aunt?” You asked, referring to Luke’s closet.

“Fuck, no.” Luke answered with ease.

“Will you at least be civil?” You asked and nudged your shoulder against his head.

Luke picked up his head and looked at you. “We’re supposed to be rebelling. Pissing off your parents for being judgy and shitty and what not.”

Honestly, you were hesitant on “rebelling”. Sure, it was just bringing Luke over and dating him because your parents hate him. But, you didn’t want your parents to hate you for being disrespectful nor rude.

Luke noticed your hesitation. He sighed through his nose. “Fine. I’ll play nice.” He laid his head back on your shoulder. “But you owe me take out if the food is bad over there.”

Believe it or not, Luke had become more docile. His touch more gentle and caring. His pocket always had chapstick now that he had a “girlfriend” again. Was he always like this with his other girlfriends?

You been there everytime Luke was in and out of relationships, but you never seen how he acted with his significant others.

And thankfully, being in a fake relationship with Luke was quite easy. The two of you know each other like the back of your hands. It was practically the normal platonic chemistry, just add cheek kisses, holding hands and flirting. No butterflies appeared nor hands got sweaty around him.

Perfect.

Because thinking about your best friend in romantic sense was the wrong pathway to go. It’s not like you have, just…think about all the movies and books. Usually they never ended well (you think).

“Charlie knows I called it. I knew it!” Silena exaggerated pridefully. Both of you were walking to your Art History Class. “The way you guys would look at each other and—gosh…I still can’t believe it.”

You laughed at your friend’s delusional nature. You can’t exactly pinpoint a time when Luke and you gave each other a look before this contract, but whatever helps Silena sleep at night.

The two of you sit at your usual seats and wait for the rest of the students to trickle in.

Ding!

Mom

Your father and I are very excited to meet this new boyfriend of yours!

now

You wondered if she remembered Luke. He did leave an impression on her. The first time Luke met your mother, he was a little excited and rowdy because you and him were going to stream a new movie that left theaters.

Your mother hated when the quiet in the house was broken when Luke and you were excitingly talking. “You’re like a fly, disrupting this environment.” She scoffed from the dining room and went upstairs to her room.

Safe to say, you hung out at Luke’s house from that day forward (you just gave him your Netflix password). Thankfully, Luke didn’t feel too hurt.

“Oh! I know.” Silena placed her notebook on the table. A suggestive grin on her face. “There’s this party we can go to and celebrate you lovebirds!”

“Silena, that’s not really necessary—”

“You gotta see it for yourself though!”

“See what?”

“That twinkle in their eyes.”

“What?”

The professor entered the lecture hall and began the lesson on art from the transcendentalist period. Twinkle? What twinkle? Like the stuff that romance novels describe when a character falls in love? Come on, that can’t be real.

“Like romance book twinkle?” You leaned over and whispered to Selene. She smiled knowing she had you hooked. Her pencil moved as she talked.

“Like when you get dressed for a party or a date and…and…” She tore her eyes away from you to look if she spelled a word right in her notes. “…they get that first look and their eyes light up like you’re their whole world.”

Your professor called you and Silena out for talking and the both of you quickly write down the notes. Though you both continue the conversation.

“Listen, our friend group doesn’t have to go party or go to a bar. Just suggest a date with Luke tonight and watch his eyes when you’re in your date night outfit.” Silena and you walk to the gym, scanning your ID and going through the turnstiles.

You look at your phone again.

Luke<3

boxing with beckendorf

13m ago

Silena and you walked towards the destination. The familiar black compression shirt and mop of chocolate curls appearing in your field of vision. His gray sweat matching his top.

Beckendorf was spotting Luke as he hit the punching bag in calculated movements. He shifted his weight between his two feet and with laser focus the material of the worn out glove made contact. Beckendorf grunted quietly. Luke could pack a punch.

It was kinda hot.

“Charlie!” Silena disrupted the practice to go hug her sweaty boyfriend. Luke and him must’ve have been taken turns hitting the punching bag.

Luke turned in your direction. A slow smile spread across his fast. He was quick to get his gloves off before greeting you with a forehead kiss. “Hey beautiful.” His hands resting on your waist.

If your next boyfriend wasn’t meeting the same standards as Luke was right now, you didn’t want him. Luke was practically the perfect boyfriend.

“We should go on a date tonight.” You suggested, obviously curious about this “twinkle” Silena was talking about.

Luke grabbed his gym bag and put away his boxing gloves. You grabbed him a white towel to wipe off his sweat. “Yeah? For what?” He drank some water and tossed his gym bag on his shoulder. “Your family being shitty to you again?”

Silena and Beckendorf said quick goodbyes and left the gym. You took out your body spray and spritzed Luke with it a couple of times. “No…” You made sure Silena and Beckendorf were gone. “Easter. We need to talk about Easter with my family?”

“What is there to talk about?” Luke asked and sat down on the wooden bench. You joined him. His musk covered by your body spray.

“I don’t know…like—” You paused trying to get the words out. “What we should do if like—my mother asks some stupid question. Or my aunt flirts with you or if my family ask you to prove we’re dating.”

“You’re not trying to get me to take you out and get you food are you?” Luke nudged your shoulder and teased.

“Yes.” You stated bluntly. “But more importantly, Easter.”

Luke and you decide to go out to dinner at a diner nearby. You made him shower and change first before anything. While he was at his dorm, you were struggling to pick and outfit to successful procure a twinkle.

You stood in front of your mirror, looking at your reflection. Clarisse was on her bed, reading a book for her English class. Though she got distracted by you numerous times.

After what it felt like the umpteenth time putting on different jeans and skirts and some sort of clothing combination, Clarisse her headphones away from her ears. She could feel your frustration and dilemma. The hot-tempered girl wa sin your shoes when she had her first day with Chris.

“Wear something casual, but cute.” Clarisse suggested and scanned her eyes over the clothes scattered on the floor.

“Like that with…that.” The articles of clothing made sense together, but would it give that twinkle you were curious about. It would have to do for now.

“When’s he picking you up?” Clarisse sat up. “I promise you, you’re overthinking this. It’ll be fine.”

You look at her after changing into the clothes she picked out. “I know, I just—what if this doesn’t work out?” Of course, you had in the rebelling against your parents with this relationship, but to Clarisse—you looked worried about your relationship with Luke.

“It will.” Clarisse reassured. “You’ve been best friends for how long?”

A couple of knocks rapped against your door. Clarisse gestured for you to take a deep breath before she went back to reading. You stalked over to the door and opened it.

“Go change.” You immediately stated upon seeing his shirt.

In big bright white letters, his shirt read “I <3 my girlfriend.” Forgot the twinkle, that stupid t-shirt was going to haunt you forever if you let Luke go out in that.

“What, why?” Luke whined, knowing exactly why.

“Luke! Go change or—or…” You hesitated to find a right threat.

“Helpful hint, sweetheart. If you’re going to threaten me, find a viable threat before you start it.” Luke called out and went to change.

You were going to strangle him. Maybe this relationship won’t be as easy managing as you thought. You were praying Easter will go how it’s planned or at least work in pissing off your parents.

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#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan pjo #pjo series #luke castellan imagine #percy series #luke castellan fic series #silena beauregard #charles beckendorf #clarisse la rue #fake dating #friends to lovers

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turquoisenintendo64 · 13 days

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New Year’s Day

in which: leo valdez has always been pathetically in love with you, and he finally confesses on a porch at a frat party

fratboy!leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader

warnings: language, use of y/n

requested: yes/no

a/n: english is not my first language, so sorry if there’s any typos!! :)

leo was sitting on the couch, holding a half-empty paper cup in his hand, observing all the people at the party. his friends, people he didn’t even know, and people he had seen two or three times in college and greeted with a head nod. but you weren’t there. or at least he hadn’t seen you yet.

his best friend, jason, flopped onto the couch.

“why are you here alone?” he asked.

“this party sucks,”

“you haven’t seen y/n, huh?”

leo looked at jason. he had lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck.

“someone had a good time,” leo said, pointing to jason’s face.

“shut up.”

leo sighed and looked at the front again. everyone was dancing to the music, happy, joyful. some holding onto someone’s waist, some not. some kissing someone, some not. some probably fucking someone on the rooms upstairs, some not.

“she said she’d be here,”

“maybe she is,” jason reassured, “but you haven’t seen her yet.”

“the house is not that big,” he chuckled.

“piper said she’s here.”

“maybe she left.”

“for the gods’ sakes leo,” jason hid his face in his palms. “go search the girl, you are not doing anything sitting here.”

jason got up and walked towards piper again. leo took a sip out of his cup. he drummed with his fingers in his left thigh.

he was waiting for you. waiting for a text, a call. something. waiting for you to suddenly sit down next to him and tell him (at last) you love him.

you two met at camp. chiron told you to show him around and you got closer after that. you were always together.

leo saw his phone screen lit up. it was a text. from you.

“porch :)”, it read. he smiled and got up.

jason winked at him from the distance, and something told leo jason already knew you were outside.

he opened the door slowly, and saw you facing away. he approached you, quietly.

“so…” you faced him, “good evening.”

“good evening.” he leaned against the fence, like you, by your side. “i thought you wouldn’t come.”

“and miss percy doing karaoke drunk? hell no.” leo laughed. “also, it’s new year’s eve. i wasn’t going to rot in my room the whole night, evidently.”

the chill air of the night brushed through your hair. leo was low-key staring at you, but could he help it?

you fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. you rested your head on leo’s shoulder, feeling his body warmth.

you could hear the before loud music now faint, the only sound that mattered to you being leo’s calm breathing. he could hear his own heartbeat going faster, and prayed to his father you couldn’t feel it.

“i heard you were going out with a boy,” he said. you looked at him. “what was his name… lucas?”

you laughed, “luke. no, no, i’m not going out with him, we’re just friends. maybe just study buddies.”

then something crossed your mind.

“are you going out with someone?”

you mentally prayed to your mother that he wasn’t.

ever since camp, you’ve had a crush on leo. when late at night you helped him with summer homework. when you reassured him after a bad nightmare. when he forced you to help him with his inventions. when your lives were so miserable you didn’t have time to think about feelings. and now, that your lives were remotely normal and you did have time to think about relationships, it would suck to know some other girl was faster than you.

“no”, he said, and you breathed out even though you didn’t know you were holding it, “i’m not dating anyone.”

“would you like to?” you asked, hoping for him to take the hint.

you heard cheering inside the house, clapping and the music got louder. you checked the time in your phone. 0:00, January 1st.

“happy new year leo,” you smiled sweetly at him, his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

“happy new year. and i would love to,” he said. “to date someone. well… not someone, you. i want to date y…”

you cut him off by kissing him. he hesitated a few seconds, but then he kissed you back, placing his hands in your waist. you placed yours in his neck, gently touching his curls.

you felt his smile on the kiss. you imagined your first kiss differently, but this was perfect.

now, you didn’t have to save the world. to risk your lives everyday. so you could dedicate entirely to love each other properly.

on the distance, you heard everyone shouting.

“to new beginnings!”

#leo valdez #leo x reader #leo valdez x reader #athena #pjo #heroes of olympus #new year’s day #taylor swift

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cosmicpearlz · 1 year

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hidden truths

summary: who would have thought a childish game of 7 minutes in heaven would eventually bring you two together? (a classic enemies to lovers)

pairing: percy hynes white x reader

a/n: hi, thank you for showing so much love for the xavier fic! i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m finally happy with it. i hope you guys enjoy! for the sake of the story, percy is in his blonde era (one of his best)

warnings: really not much but there’s a part where it gets a little steamy.

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percy hynes white was the epitome of an annoying frat boy. the only reason you have to tolerate him is because of mutual friends and similar classes. if you had it your way, you would never be in his presence.

“y/n, c’mon it’s not a party without you. you never miss the frat parties,” emma clings to your arm giving her best puppy dog eyes.

“fine em, i’ll go. only because i enjoy free drinks though.”

“yes! yes! me and naomi are gonna swing by your dorm to get ready,” emma gives you the biggest grin making you roll your eyes. she slides back into her seat that was sitting across from you.

“okay. who else is going?”

“if i’m not mistaken the whole group is going.”

“wait a second. which frat house party is it?”

“definitely not the one percy and georgie are in,” emma mumbled under her breath. you glared at her with a clenched jaw.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. emma, you know i can’t stand percy.”

“you can’t back out! you have to just ignore him,” she looks at her phone and realized she was running late for her class. “well look at time. i gotta go but i love you and i’ll see you later!”

emma gathers all of her books off the table and rushes to give your cheek a small peck. you were sure you wanted to kill her.

“i seriously hate you!” you yell out to the girl currently running towards the door.

“no you don’t!” was the last thing you heard from her before she makes her out of the door.

true to her word, naomi and emma came by your shared dorm room with jenna. you still weren’t sure if you wanted to go. handling the stress of your math class with the midterm exam was enough on your plate. now you have to deal with percy for another night out.

“get dressed before we’re late,” jenna looks at you through her long mirror.

“you literally can’t be late to a frat party jenna and i have nothing to wear. so i can’t go.” you put on your best smile to make yourself seem innocent. naomi shakes her head at you and immediately walks to your closet.

she was searching for a minute before finding the perfect party outfit. naomi pulls out your black leather mini skirt with a simple dark green cropped shirt. walking over to you, she hands you the outfit and wordlessly points to the bathroom.

“oo i know just the shoes for this outfit!” emma digs through your shoes and pulls out your black chunky platform heels. she hands you the shoes as you reluctantly go to the bathroom.

once you fully got dressed and ready, you took one look in the bathroom mirror silently admitting your friends picked out a great outfit.

“see you look hot. percy isn’t gonna know what hits him,” naomi throws you a wink.

“this is torture enough. let’s go before i change my mind,” you grabbed a dark washed jean jacket and your phone. the other three girls grabbed their belongings and everyone walked out the door.

“okay ground rules. one, we have to let each other know when someone is leaving. two, at least try to stick together. and three, y/n try not to argue with percy,” naomi says to the three of you while linking arms with you.

“tell that to blondie.”

finally making it to the frat house, music was blasting. at least they were playing the hood music you thought to yourself.

“ladies! welcome to the party. the drinks are in the kitchen and you guys are the last of the group to come,” georgie greets all you with a smile. you take the time to hug him before stepping in.

“wow sweetheart. didn’t think you had it in you to actually dress decent,” percy gazes at you with a smug grin.

you turned to glare at him, “don’t call me that and you’re certainly not going to ruin my night.” you tried to walk pass him but he grabs your wrist to stop your movements.

“hey lighten up buttercup. it’s a party!” you scuffed at him and walked passed him again but not without making sure to bump his shoulder. you made your way to the kitchen where you seen joy, hunter, and oliver.

“y/n, don’t kill me for what i’m about to say. are you sure you and percy don’t like each other? i mean i can’t be the only one who sees the tension.”

“hunter, we have tension because we hate each other. joy can you pass me a red cup?” you take the cup from joy to start pouring your drink.

“maybe you guys just need to fuck.” jenna gasped at oliver’s words and nods her head enthusiastically .

“ollie you are so right. you guys need to like fuck it out of your systems. or at least makeout.”

“fuck off. i would never think about touching him,” you threw your drink down your throat feeling the light burn of the alcohol.

“y/n we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven! you gotta come play with us,” joy waved you over. sitting in a circle sat georgie, hunter, jenna, emma, oliver, naomi, joy, percy and a couple of other people you assumed where either in a frat or sorority house.

“eh why not,” you shrugged your shoulders and walked over to squeeze in the middle of oliver and naomi.

rounds go by and different pairs had gonna into the closet coming out a giggling mess. it’s what happens when you mix alcohol and single college kids.

“percy it’s your turn to spin the bottle,” hunter hands the bottle to him. percy places it on the floor and gives it a good spin. you had seen where one of the girls desperately looked like she wanted the bottle to land on her. how pathetic you thought to yourself.

please don’t land on me

you continued to chant this in your head as the bottle was nearing to a stop. holding a breath you didn’t realize you were holding the bottle finally stops. percy looks up from the bottle and eyes you, of course it lands on you.

“y/n and percy step up and get in the closet!” emma cheered clearly too excited for whatever was gonna happen. percy was the first to stand up and held a hand out to help you up. you huffed and took his hand as he gently pulled you up. huh, has his hands always been this soft?

“remember 7 minutes. no more and no less,” georgie pushes you both into the empty closet and closes the door. you were not drunk enough for this.

“so we finally alone now,” percy leaned up against one side of the wall and leaned on the other side.

“yeah, don’t try anything blondie.”

“oh c’mon sweetheart. you know you like when i flirt with you.”

“who told you that lie.”

“you did. with your body,” you could just hear the grin he had. maybe you do enjoy he’s flirty words. at least sometimes… but he could never know that due his ego. it didn’t need to be any bigger than it already was.

“how exactly did you even come up with that conclusion?” you kissed your teeth and moved both of your arms to cross in front of you. percy moves the short distance to cage you between his arms and the wall he rested his hands on above your head.

“don’t think i don’t see when you slightly squirm or your pouting face to stop you from possibly blushing. face it honey, you’re just as attracted to me as i’m attracted to you.” your breath hitched upon hearing this from him.

“careful now. one might think your head is getting a bit big there. just full of lies,” you were so glad he couldn’t actually see you. he was a little right, for some reason you’ve always been attracted to him.

“lies? yeah okay,” he bent his head down more to your face. “if i kissed you right now, you’re saying you wouldn’t kiss back?” feeling the coolness of his breath touch your lips made you nervous all of a sudden.

“no. i would not kiss back,” it was lie and both of you knew that. he chuckled lightly and shook his head.

percy takes his hands off the wall and planted one at the base of your neck while the other one was on your cheek. he pulls you into a needy kiss. immediately you responded by kissing him equally as needy. you felt him smirk into the kiss, such an asshole you thought.

he uses the hand that was on your cheek to slide down and hike your thigh up to his leg. “jump,” he low said against your lips. you completed his request with a small jump to wrap both legs around his waist. your skirt had ridden up allowing him to have more access to your ass while your arms took their place around his shoulders.

“see sweetheart? you do want me,” he teased you by nudging his nose with your nose.

“just kiss me again idiot.”

“you’re being a bit mean for someone that’s not in charge right now. you know damn well i have no problem with putting you down right now. but you wouldn’t like, would you babe?” his words were sent straight down to your core and a small whine slipped out of your mouth. you wanted him so bad.

“do you want me to beg you?” you feel his shoulders shrug upwards, “i’d love to see you beg me.”

“percy please-“ he cuts you off bringing his mouth right back on yours. your fingers start to tangle themselves into his hair pulling ever so slightly. percy lets his hands squeeze your ass making you lightly gasp. taking the quick opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth some how making you more needier than ever.

your tongues battled for dominance and he presses more into you. he maneuvers his hand in between both of your bodies to touch the waistband of your panties. you moan into his mouth, “you want me right there huh?” you nodded your head quickly as your chest felt heavy.

“i know baby,” percy bent his head to the crook of your neck and laid open mouth kisses on your neck. “the first time i finally get to fuck you, it will be done probably. i need to see your face as you cum for me.” he taps your back thigh for you to unwrap your legs from around his waist.

he gently lets you down and helps you fix your skirt. “don’t worry, i’ll have you under me in a couple of minutes,” he kisses your cheek quickly while running his fingers through his hair to push it further back.

as if on cue, the closet door swings open revealing everyone staring right back at you. you became flustered instantly and put your head down to look at your shoes. percy’s hand touches your waist to lightly push you out the closet.

“we’re going back to the dorms. enjoy the rest of the party guys,” you snapped your head up to look at him and slapped his chest. “i’m not gonna lie sweetheart.”

you rolled your eyes at him and go to jenna who held your jacket and purse out to you with a smirk. you avoided her gaze and thanked her quietly. percy’s hand takes its place around your waist to guide you out the front door.

the walk back to the dorms was silent. but not an awkward silence, it was quite comfortable. your hands constantly bumping each other as if you guys wanted to hold hands but wasn’t sure.

“my feet kinda hurt,” you break the silence with your very truthful statement. he looks down at your pouting face and smiles.

“you want a piggyback ride?”

“please?”

he nods his head and bent over to allow you hop on his back. immediately he loops his arms under your legs and pulled down each side of your skirt, so no one seen anything. you placed your arms around his shoulders again and leaned your chin on his head.

“you okay?”

“yes thank you.”

this feels too natural with percy. kissing him, being in his arms and having him pressed against you felt real. you weren’t even sure if he felt the same way but this feeling sent your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“hey percy, can i ask you a question?” you whispered to him as if you were too shy to ask the question.

“what’s up?”

“why do we hate each other? or at least did hate each other?”

he sighed and licked his lips, “y/n i never hated you. you’re gonna think this is stupid and pretty cliché but i only did that to get your attention really.” you genuinely start laughing at the ridiculous of the boy.

“percy, if you were just nicer to me when we first met then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“i know but i have you now, right?” now he was nervous for your answer. would it all go back to how it was before after tonight or will tonight change everything?

“yeah. you have me now,” he smiled and let go of one of your thighs to bring your hand to his lips placing a delicate kiss.

#percy hynes white #percy hynes white x reader #college au #college!reader

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pickafilm · 4 months

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i can’t remember the last time i genuinely enjoyed reading until i started reading percy jackson. i hadn’t read anything in years but i read the first series in days. it’s difficult to put down and rick riordan knows how to make joyful moments incredibly traumatic within a few sentences. i love it for various reasons (the mythology, learning new pieces of history, the detail, etc) but mostly i love the fact that it’s just so silly!

what do you mean the literal God of War has beef with a twelve year old boy? a girl has her first driving lesson in the sun?! the centaurs are frat bros, the Gods are whores and the Pegasi sound like they grew up in Boston - again with this fucking twelve year old kid picking fights with the Gods

it’s pure chaos from start to finish but it weirdly makes you cry sometimes and not even because of the horrifically sad parts

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #rick riordan #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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Ranking best fictional characters (I only include ones I seriously like)

Hunger Games: 1. Finnick Odair (duh) 2. Katniss Everdeen 3. Peeta Mellark

Harry Potter: 1. Weasley Twins (they're a set) 2. Harry Potter 3. Luna Lovegood 4. Hermione Granger Honorable mention to Snape.

Percy Jackson: 1. Percy Jackson (is that even a question?) 2. Leo Valdez (duh) 3. Annabeth Chase 4. Jason Grace. 5. Frank Zhang 6. Hazel Levesque Honorable mention to Apollo! Kane Chronicles: 1. Zia Rashid 2. Carter Kane 3. Sadie Kane Magnus Chase: tbh I don't remember any of the characters it has been too long. I liked Magnus tho. Twilight: 1. Emmett Cullen 2. Rosalie Hale 3. Bella Swan (but ONLY in book 3) Shatter Me: DNF (I could not get behind Warner, sorry!), but Kenji was elite. Divergent: 1. Will 2. Four 3. Tris I will never NOT be mad that Tris died but Caleb fucking survived. The Maze Runner: I remember very little of this series, but I miss Teresa :(( Vampire Diaries: This is the one with the Salvatores, right? Yeah, DNF. I hated Damon from the start and I could never get behind him, sorry. The Selection: 1. Maxon Schreave 2. America Singer 3. Celeste Newsome 4. Marlee Tames Honorable mention to Amberly :)) Red Queen: 1. Mare Barrow 2. Shade Barrow 3. Cal Calore 4. Evangeline Samos Honorable mention to Farley and Kilorn Warren Throne of Glass: 1. Lorcan Salvaterre 2. Chaol Westfall 3. Yrene Towers 4. Elide Lochan 5. Dorian Havilliard Honorable mention to Papa Gavriel and Fenrys, we didn't get enough of them A Court of Thorns and Roses: 1. Lucien Vanserra 2. Eris Vanserra 3. Nesta Archeron Honorable mention to future Elain, former Tamlin, and Tarquin Crescent City: 1. Ruhn Danaan 2. Lehebah 3. Lidia Cervos 4. Tristan Flynn 5. Ithan Holstrom Honorable mention to the remaining frat boys + Hunt TV SHOWS: Pretty Little Liars: 1. Emily Fields 2. Jason Dilaurentis (I can't be the only one who wanted him and Aria to end up together, am I?) 3. Hana Marin Gossip Girl: 1. Nate Archibald (Serena, you fucked up) 2. Blair + Chuck (they're a set) Do we have the same taste? Let me know how many of these you agree or disagree with!

#finnick odair #weasley twins #percy jackson #zia rashid #magnus chase #emmett cullen #kenji kishimoto #will divergent #teresa maze runner #maxon schreave #mare barrow #lorcan salvaterre #lucien vanserra #ruhn danaan #nate archibald #emily fields

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blank-house · 3 months

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Which of the characters was the most fun for you guys to design/write?

haha, i asked marina for their notes on designing and they said:

DHFHRHRRHRHRH I mean technically I had fun thinking of how they all were gonna look like— save for Elio he was pretty much a blank slate in my mind. And I didn’t really design them anyway. Character Artists did the heavy lifting. I just supplied the material

as for writing, i actually wasn't on the team when the characters were developed and came on after the fact. but, it was pretty fun to i think extrapolate more and more individual quirks and habits from what their baselines were. jamie's my favorite conceptually, along with elio, but i actually have the most fun writing for cameron, lmao.

cameron's, i think, by nature a mood-maker, so they have a lot of leverage in establishing a scene and the ability to be threaded through a scene without sacrificing larger character notes. i have to spend a lot of time justifying why percy might do something or elio or deja might do something, but cameron's usually pretty easy for me to look at and go: "oh yeah, that's something they'd do" and it's pretty helpful for a lot of the events in the extended demo, where the characters don't exactly have a huge reason to seek you out yet.

but, cameron does, because you're best friends, lol.

as far as love interests, percy and elio are the next easiest lmao. i love writing flirty characters because, and marina posted it somewhere lmao, i have the disposition of a socially aware frat boy. and elio's just fun. his energy's infectious, and likewise easy to thread group dynamics together just because he's so friendly.

marina says he likes writing for jamie the most, but all the boys live in her head and notes app rent-free. his mentality's interesting, though, so they like experimenting with it, lmao.

#keyframes vn #keyframes asks #does this answer the question ....... i hope it does i ramble sorry nJKLNRGJKR

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lilislegacy · 2 months

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percy skateboarding past: WOOHOO!! THE KNICKS RULE!! HAS ANYONE SEEN MY SOCK??

leo: wow, he’s really drunk

piper pointing to his glass: i know right? geez, what has he even been drinking?

piper: *sniffs it and takes a sip*

piper: *looks confused*

leo: what is it?

piper: …coke

leo: with what? rum? whiskey?

piper: nothing. just coke

leo: …he’s sober? this is him sober?

piper:

leo:

annabeth: for the love of zeus. how are you guys still surprised by him?

piper: i was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt

annabeth: by saying he’s drunk? he’s always like this and he’s never been drunk. and you know how he gets when the adhd and caffeine mix

piper: you’re right. i guess i just haven’t been around him much when he’s not in a life or death situation

leo: i forgot how much i love this guy when he’s not being terrifying

percy skateboarding past again: SCREW ARES! SCREW ZEUS! HERA CAN SUCK MY-

hazel: PERCY!! 😡😡😡

#percy acts like such a frat boy #frat boy percy #percy my love #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #annabeth chase #lol #chalice of the gods #piper mclean #leo valdez

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looseleafteeaves · 10 months

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Secondary PJO AU- welcome to the Aspects AU.

(Note that while I have seen this trope before, I am not taking this inspo from anything but Overly Sarcastic Productions Dionysus video which came across youtube as I was scrolling on tumblr.)

((Also I was sad we didn’t get frat boy Dionysus as Camp Director))

Dionysus could give less than two shits about his punishment. He had a mortal parent, and he had wondered the earth before the Wine Incident granted him immortality.

He knew that most gods (barring Artemis, and Hestia) tended to appear older than the demigods- likely to force respect. He could have played old drunk upset over a punishment- OR he could enjoy himself, putting himself back in the mindset where he wandered.

So he does, he looks eternally 21, and wore the clothes that many demigods wore.

(He also may have bribed the Hermes kids to sneak him wine, but NO ONE CAN PROVE IT.)

So, Percy comes to camp and rather than Pinochle, its Uno. Rather thn someone Gabe-esque, its like an older more powerful more chaotic Luke.

This changes everything.

#pjo au #percy jackon and the olympians #dionysus #bacchae dionysus #Welcome to Greek Life #Aspects AU

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stcverogers · 2 years

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APRIL FIC RECS!

what i've been reading and obsessing with over the month of april

reminder: this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them!

F: fluff A: angst

𖥻 - series

masterlist

BUCKY BARNES

F: coming in hot by @nexusnyx 𖥻 bucky barnes is an expert car mechanic and you're the owner of a beautiful vintage impala

F + A: yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 single dad bucky falls in love with a pediatric doctor

F + A: forever winter by @buckysfaveplum you get into a fight with the winter solder

F + A: hour, minute, second by @subwaysurf45 your relationship with bucky is hanging on by a thread

F + A: parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 bucky is head over heels for his coworker, who also happens to be his daughter's favourite person

F: relax by @kinanabinks 𖥻 bucky's a cute frat boy, who you also happened to be shagging

F: oh baby! by @fairydxll pregnancy fluff

F + A: as it was, baby by @nexusnyx 𖥻 neighbour bucky takes some warming up to get comfortable with you

F: the old man's grocery order by @yarnforbrains 𖥻 you do bucky's weekly food shop, unaware that he is indeed, not an old man

F + A: numb by @theonewiththefanfics 𖥻 when bucky tells you he doesn't feel the same, you turn to wanda for help

CHRIS EVANS + STEVE ROGERS

F + A: i'm not okay by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex boyfriend chris picks a drunk you up from a bar

F: it's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow 𖥻 steve rogers, your student's father, asks you out on a date

F: truth hurts by @toastedkiwi bucky feels hurt when he finds out about the truth between you and steve

F: chris evans and y/n y/l/n take a friendship test by @astranva you and chris get invited to the glamour set

F + A: saturday nights by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex lovers trope

SPENCER REID

A: the vast empty space by @literaila there is this, vast, empty, space between you and spencer

A + F: the one that got away by @sinfulspencer ex lovers meet, no cute

A: human by @sinfulspencer we're all human

F: night shift by @spencerreidsworld you and spencer stay in the office for a night shift

F: splish splash by @shemarmooresfedora major fluff with spencer and the team

A + F: you'll find your way back home @wheelsupin-thirty you're pregnant while spencer's in prison

A + F: don't go breaking my heart by @scientificspence spencer gets into a fight with you and gets whisked away on a case after it

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

F: forgive me by @benedictscanvas friends to lovers with benedict

F: treacherous by @milkiangl when something so wrong, feels so damn right

AARON HOTCHNER

F + A: as it seems by @ladylibby the BAU has a new adminstrative liaison who absolutely rocks unit chief hotchner's world

F + A: secrets in seattle by @shmaptainhotchner the one secret that aaron keeps from his team happens to be the biggest secret he is to own

F + A: in the suburbs by @hoe4hotchner 𖥻 you and aaron go undercover in a picture perfect, cookie cutter, neighbourhood

F + A: come home to me by @haley-h0tchner aaron gets called into a case in the midst of a fight

A: too late for goodbye by @arsonhotchner when you're at your wit's end

A: lost privileges by @arsonhotchner your break up with aaron also meant that he had lost the privilege of knowing

F: long time coming by @scuttling aaron hotchner and his oh so very fitting suit

A + F: leavin' to me by @hotched you and aaron broke up and now you have to move on

RODRICK HEFFLEY

F + A: meet cute by @takenbypeter yours and rodrick's meet-cute

F + A: heather hills by @rodr1cks when you've gone googly eyes for rodrick by he doesn't feel the same

CHARLIE WEASLEY

F + A: hanging by a moment by @once-upon-an-imagine you spend the holidays at the weasleys as percy's (fake) girlfriend

SILCO

F + A: little flower by @zoeykallus 𖥻 you are silco's weakness

F: mr. red eye by @six-feet-sleep 𖥻 you work at a coffee shop and silco becomes a regular customer

F: marry me by @ink-and-dagger for all the years you've known silco, he's proposed to you five times. sixth times the charm, right?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #spencer reid x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #silco x reader #claire’s fic recs

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silenab · 2 months

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dont put percy's name next to the words frat boy ever again please i literally feel sick to my stomach

#have you guys ... seen frat boys ...

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shelfthe-reader · 8 months

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When i was younger I thought I was like Percy but tbh im actually Jason this is the ONE TIME yall will catch me comparing myself to some blondeass frat looking white boy

#shelfyspeaks #he’s my emotional support white boy #im sorry guys #i know he died like five years ago but im still not over it #he’s a MOTHER #jason grace #rick riordan #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa

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write-r-die · 11 months

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Man's World - Part 5

Masterlist

I'm in a writing mood lately and I'm choosing not to question it. This is a bit of a filler chapter before the real action starts.

We walk toward the edge of camp, where trucks, buses, and shipping containers are arranged into a sort of perimeter wall. Most people at least nod to Miss Ally in greeting; the soldiers all greet her by name - most with the reverence with which they’d greet a military commander (the Boss).

The tents become sparser the further from the center of camp we move until we approach the double-ring of trucks, RVs, trailers, and shipping containers that mark the perimeter of camp - a makeshift wall for our little city, designed as much to keep August’s people in as it is to protect from outsiders.

There are gunmen on the roofs of some of the massive vehicles. Somewhere nearby, Depeche Mode is playing on a crank radio.

“Sy!” Miss Ally calls out as we approach a loose group of soldiers.

The biggest one turns our way. “Miss Ally.” He walks in our direction. He’s tall and muscular and has cropped brown hair and a vigorous beard. Judging by his bearing, he’s some hybrid of a football player, a Navy Seal, and a frat boy at an old Southern university.

As he comes closer, I think I recognize him, but I would have remembered someone looking like that. Probably some weird side effect of the concussion.

“Sy,” Miss Ally says again when he’s in front of us. Didn’t Stiva mention someone named Sy?

He pushes his sunglasses up, resting them on the top of his head. He looks even more familiar now. “Good morning, Miss Ally. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like you to put this young lady to work in one of the stock trucks.”

Sy crosses his arms over his chest as he takes stock of me. “You the one that shot at the Boss during the last raid?”

“Mm-hmm,” Miss Ally says.

Sy nods. “Good. Keep him on his toes.” He extends a large, rough hand. “Syverson.”

I take it and shake once before letting it drop. “Lilah.”

He turns and starts walking without giving me any warning first and I nearly have to run to catch up.

“You pregnant or something?” he asks once we’ve cleared the densest part of camp.

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure out why August hasn’t killed you, since you tried to kill him.”

August, he said, not the Boss.

“I think he just wants to sleep with me.”

Syverson gives me a quick once-over. “That tracks.”

It hits me then – who it is that he resembles.

“Are you and August related?”

Syverson glances at me again. “Cousins.”

It’s not that they look similar, exactly, though the likeness is uncanny - the only tangible differences that I can see are that Syverson is slightly more muscular and August’s hair is a little darker. Their demeanors are entirely different, enough that it counteracts the physical resemblance.

I have the urge to explain all this to him, but an image of Jack’s bored, disinterested face flashes before me, and I decide against it.

We head to the outskirts of camp, where lorry trucks, RVs, U-Hauls, buses, campers, and even a handful of humvees have been arranged in a double-ring that encompasses the whole camp in a makeshift border wall designed as much to keep our people in as it is to keep strangers out.

Depeche Mode is playing from a crank radio beside one of the gunmen keeping watch atop a lorry. A couple of mechanics are cursing as they attempt to repair a busted solar panel atop an RV. There are a few mean-looking dogs on chains scattered about.

Syverson isn’t sure exactly what he wants me to do yet so he sort of just turns me loose.

They don’t seem to mind me wandering between the vehicles and investigating what’s inside. School buses packed with books - school books in one, historical nonfiction in another. One of them is just for children’s books, stuffed with multiple copies of Bunnicula and Percy Jackson and even Twilight.

There are a few “lady trucks” as the soldiers call them, packed with enough pads, tampons, and menstrual cups to last all the women in camp at least a year. It’s kind of nice, in a weird way, that they thought to stock up on period products. I doubt it was August’s idea, but the trucks’ very existence is proof that the powers that be do care about women’s wellbeing. Kind of.

Guards linger near the more important vehicles, the ones that house “valuables,” which I assume means medical supplies and ammo and such. I don’t ask for details or to look inside; they’d say no if I did anyway.

I’m poking around in a school bus that has coincidentally been turned into one of several makeshift libraries, when August Walker shows up.

“Bossman!” somebody calls, drawing everyone’s attention. The men all straighten up where they’re standing. They don’t salute as he walks past but they do dip their heads in respect as he goes by. Almost like bowing. Almost like he’s a king.

I hate how my heart thumps as he comes close enough for me to make out his features. I’m disgusted at his behavior this morning and for his general dickishness last night but Miss Ally is right. I’m attracted to him. There’s no use denying it.

Syverson steps closer to him and they start talking. I can’t hear very well but the gist of the conversation comes through. He wants to pack up camp by the end of the week. It’s time to move on.

I creep to the front of the bus toward the open door to so I can hear better while doing my best to stay out of sight.

“The place is dried up,” August says to Sy.

The others are listening like me but pretending that they aren’t – also like me.

“We’ve gotten anything and anyone that could possibly be of use,” August continues. “We’ll do one last sweep through the suburbs tomorrow night.”

“How many guys do you want?” Sy asks.

“Five. It’ll just be escort duty while a couple of Miss Ally’s people poke around. I’ll lead myself.” And then he raises his obscenely large hand, finger pointed right at me though he doesn’t turn to look. “You’re coming too,” he tells me.

Syverson looks my way, even though his cousin does not. He gives me another once-over.

“Me?” My voice is nightmarishly shrill. How the fuck did he even know I was here? Did he plant a tracker on me while I was asleep or something? “I’m – I won’t be of any use. I thought we established that.”

“You’ll have to earn your keep somehow,” August drawls. “You’ve chosen not to take advantage of the easier option, but if you change your mind, it’s still on the table.”

Syverson tamps down a smirk, raising his eyebrows as he turns to see my reaction.

I can feel my ears heating with the force of my anger. My first thought is, how can I inflict the same harm on him that he has inflicted on me? My second thought is how embarrassing this is for him to say in front of his men. And then I think that I hate all fucking men, but especially this one.

“You must be around a lot of women that will settle for substandard men,” I finally say.

I see eyes widening and smirks growing on the soldier’s faces but they keep trying to pretend that they aren’t listening – except for Sy, who grins and swivels back to his cousin to see his retort.

August is smirking slightly as I step out of the bus and start walking back towards the center of camp. As I brush by him, August murmurs, “If you want proof of what I can do, I’ve got no shortage of witnesses.”

That just pisses me off.

That night, I dream of August. Of myself in that other woman’s position. I wake up sweating and wet and frustrated with myself. How am I going to get through this supply run?

#august walker #john lark #mission impossible #fallout #mi6 #henry cavill #the tudors #the witcher #charles brandon #geralt of rivia #clark kent #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #post apocalyptic #post apocalypse #au #alternate universe

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