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aesthetic-bbyg · 2 months
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(Smut) Loser!Luke…
who thinks your just another camper. Just another girl, normal, albeit very pretty, but normal. You prance around camp with a kind smile, wave at those you know, even at him sometimes. Nothing that makes you too special that would distract Luke from his duties.
You’re just another camper.
Or so he thought, completely unaware of the truth. The innocent, pretty girl that resided in the Hermes cabin, yet to be claimed, had a dirty secret. He discovered it purely on accident, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he pushed the cabin door open that morning, discovering that you were missing from the daily head count, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
There you were, shirtless, a tight pair of low jeans stretched out as you bent over to collect the obnoxiously bright orange camp shirt that you’d discarded earlier in the night. The sound of the door being open made you immediately stand up straight, turning around as you gasped and covered your chest. Feigning a wide eyed look once you noticed who it was standing in the doorframe. Allowing a faux embarrassed look to paint your feature as he stuttered out an apology and shut the door.
Though he couldn’t get it out of his head, the sight of the black ink etched carefully on your lower back. A tramp stamp decorating your skin, half of it hidden under the jeans you wore, he wanted to slap himself for being so disgusting. The fact that it was the first thing he noticed because he was gawking at your bent over ass.
He had to collect himself. Who was he, the leader of the Hermes cabin, if he was over here, a flustering mess and potentially growing an uncomfortable bulge in his pants over what? A tattoo? He’s seen some of the campers his age with them, it’s not like it was a new thing. Perhaps it was the placement of the ink, the fact it was only visible to him through an intimate moment. He swallowed thickly, brushing a way the thoughts when he heard the door click open, slowly watching as you stepped out.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that—“ The boy mentally slapped himself for babbling like an idiot, he definitely knew that his cheeks were embarrassingly pink.
“It’s totally okay, Luke.” You giggled, a smirk playing on your lips as you patted his shoulder, letting it slide down his arm slowly. You’re voice so soft and gentle, yet antagonizing. You began walking towards the others of the Hermes cabin, your eyes staying connected to his until you were fully turned away.
He just watched your figure as you disappeared into the crowd, swallowing back once more as he felt his mouth dry up. You seemed so slick, unlike the image of you he’d built in his mind. You were a sweetie, a pitifully innocent new girl that was just barley getting the grip on this whole camp life within the first month of your arrival. And yet, that smirk, and the shirt? Did you purposefully cut it up so that it was more cropped.
When he’d finally found the strength to step forward, cautiously, almost like he was learning to walk again, he found you within the crowd. The bottom of the shirt looked to be messily torn up, some parts uneven, so you did cut it up. It did it’s job of revealing your midriff, just enough so he got a glance at a gleaming stone that pierced your belly button.
Gods.
You really weren’t like anything he’d imagined, but it only made his pants even more uncomfortable. Luke couldn’t hold it any longer. Desperately, he was covering himself shamefully as he scurried back to Hermes cabin like a deer running away at the sound of a twig snapping. He needed to relieve himself before he thought of presenting himself to the others.
It was humiliating , Luke thought to himself. Having to jerk off because you. The stupid image of you shirtless, bent over. What if he was standing behind you while you were in that same position? Bent over a bed, maybe? Him just pounding you from the back as he got full view of that tramp stamp that stained your skin. It made Luke moan like a pathetic loser, which he was was, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.
It was all part of your devious planning. To get him this vulnerable, it only took one move and it was like dominos falling perfectly atop of each other. Just a singular sight you shirtless and it had the poor boy bucking into his fist. You would’ve loved to have an image to the noises you were hearing as you pressed your ear up against the cabin door. But of course, as you twisted the doorknob, the same creak that unveiled Luke’s presence earlier that morning, ultimately revealed you entering the cabin.
Luke immediately sat up, wide eyed and hurrying to cover himself with a blanket or pillow. It was a faint sense of deja vu, now the roles reversed. You shut the door, smirking softly as you approached the bed. The boy looked up at you like a innocent little thing that could do no wrong.
“Need a hand?”
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earlymorninglow · 3 months
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mama i'm in love with a criminal
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supercap2319 · 3 months
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"You know, Luke, I've got a thing for bad boys who want to end my existence." Y/N smirks.
Luke looks at him and chuckles. "Oh, really? What if I tried right now?"
"I think I just jizz my jeans." Y/N laughed.
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aphroditeinthesea · 1 month
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can you do connor stoll x reader where the reader got to camp a month ago and they havent talk yet. there personalities are both loud and defined and over time they become really good friends. then they start to realize they like each other as more then friends... but the reader is a child of Poseidon and has to leave with the argo two.
“ i’m such a fool for you ”
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connor stoll x daughter of poseidon 🐍
reader comes to terms with feelings for her best friend while trying to deal with the disappearance of her brother
tw none
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Y/N found herself befriending the younger of the Stoll brothers after a prank he had pulled on her only a little after she had arrived at camp. On a morning where her brother had left the cabin early, so she was alone in cabin 3, she found her cabin surrounded by cups of water as she tried to leave. At first she thought she thought this was the dumbest prank to pull on her, after all, she could control water. However, when she tried to empty the cups, the water wouldn't budge. No matter how hard she tried, the cups stayed still, unaffected. She began to panic, wondering if she had somehow lost her powers overnight. So, she grabbed the cup closest to her, just to find that it wasnt water at all, just clear jello.
“Hey, L/N!” she heard called. She looked up to find Connor Stoll standing in front of her, holding a cup identical to the ones that surrounded her, “how’re the water works going?”
She huffed, “Did you two do this?!”
“Actually,” he smiled, “I did this one myself.”
“Good to know,” she watched him take a sip of his cup, “by the way,” she began.
“What?” He asked before his drink was entirely splashed onto his face.
“You're cleaning this up, Stoll.”
Despite her initial annoyance, she had to admit the cleverness of it. She only wished she could find a way to return the favor.
Which she did, as she was somehow able to get Travis on board. During a game of capture the flag, she snuck back to camp and hid in the Hermes cabin, where after the game, while everyone was still celebrating the winning team, Travis would tell Connor they needed to talk in private.
She watched Connor follow behind his brother as they walked in, “dude, is it something serious or like-” Before he could finish, a puddle of water that had been floating above him, poured down like a rainstorm.
“So,” Y/N laughed, walking over to him, “how’re the water works going for you?”
He wiped his eyes, “good one, L/N,” he sarcastically sighed.
She nodded, beginning to walk out of the cabin, “by the way, thanks for the help, Travis!”
“You helped her?!” She could hear Connor exclaim on the other side of the door as she giggled to herself.
The joy of her revenge was short lived though. The day after, she found her older brother to be missing.
She sat on the sandy beach, asking her father for help, but hearing nothing in response. She tried to calm her anxieties by drawing circles in the sand.
“Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice call from behind her.
She took a deep breath before forcing a smile and turning her head, “hey, Stoll.”
“I heard about your brother,” he sat down next to her.
She nodded, “yeah, I’m sure he’s fine, but still…”
He bit his cheek, “you know, if you weren't all upset and everything, I would have totally gotten you back for yesterday.”
She chuckled, “You’d really start a prank war with me?”
“You bet,” he smirked.
“Try me.”
So then on, the only thing that could cheer her up through the months that her brother was missing was the same person who annoyed her most. Or so she said.
“Seems like Annabeth’s pretty stressed about that one shoe boy, huh?” Connor mentioned as they walked through the forest.
“Yeah,” Y/N answered. She didn't want to admit how hopeful she was about the prophecy. She was sure there were lots of demigods who could lose a shoe, gods know she has plenty of times.
“Pretty embarrassing for him though,” he joked, “you get back to camp after months and you're a mess.”
“Connor,” she spoke as she stopped walking.
He paused, “yeah?”
“I know it’s not gonna be my brother,” she added, “I just know. And I really just don't wanna think about it right now.”
He nodded, “oh, sorry,” he awkwardly responded, “but you gotta admit, it’d be embarrassi-”
She grabbed a stick off the ground and poked him in the side, “shut up.”
He raised an eyebrow and grabbed his own stick, “make me.”
“You!” She yelled, trying to stab him with the stick again, but he instead began running.
He ran backwards, looking back at her, “you have to admit, I’m pretty fast.”
“You're such an idiot!”
“What do you mean-” he asked right before slamming his back into a tree.
Y/N cackled as she reached him, “that’s what I mean,” she smirked, poking him with the stick.
“Kick me while I’m down, that’s real nice.”
She smiled and helped pull him up. She lingered her grip on his hand for a little too long before letting go, but she noticed his hand not even budge enclosed in her fingers. They both awkwardly stayed silent for a moment, feeling like there was something on the tip of their tongues that they both wanted to say.
“Y/N!” Annabeth’s voice rang through the forest. Annabeht stopped as she stared at the two of them, “Y/N, he’s here, come on.”
Y/N nodded, “right,” she began walking towards Annabeth, “see you later, Connor,” she waved.
He stood still for a moment, “bye.”
She walked alongside Annabeth, trying to shake the feeling in her chest.
“Let me get this straight,” Connor questioned. He was in the middle of training with Y/N when she told him about the plan, “you’re going to the Roman camp with Annabeth, Jason, Piper, and Leo?”
She nodded, resting her sword down, “yeah.”
He shook his head, “you can't just go like that, L/N.”
“What?” She breathily laughed, not believing what he had just said, “it’s my brother, I have to go with them.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, “but that’s- what am I supposed to do with that?”
“You have friends other than me,” she replied, “this isn't about you, Connor.”
He sat down on a nearby bench, “I know but…”
She sat next to him, “but?”
“Y/N,” he egan, “I’ve been really wanting to tell you something and I can’t yet.”
She nudged his shoulder, “you're my best friend, Connor. Come on, hit me.”
He sighed, “you're really going?”
“Yes,” she muttered, “now, will you just tell me?”
He stood up, “can we talk somewhere else?”
“Alright,” she obliged. He suddenly grabbed her hand and led her away. She might’ve said something if she didn't enjoy the feeling of his hand in hers so damn much. When he walked into her empty cabin she knew whatever he had to say was important.
He hesitantly let go of her hand, “Y/N, I- uhm- I really, really like you,” he whispered, “I get that you have a lot going on right now, but-”
She smirked, grabbing his face and kissing his lips. She couldn't tell how long this went on. All she knew was that he immediately relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding her waist to pull her closer to him. She knew that she could feel his lips curled into a smile that mirrored her own.
When they pulled away, their faces were still only centimeters apart and a trail of saliva reached between their lips, “I kinda like you too, Stoll.”
He just smiled even more, quickly pulling her into another kiss.
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graciepasty · 3 months
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Luke Castellan. Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023).
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maggotssmichael · 3 months
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i have a question for people who don't like/understand show!luke: what's it like to not have mommy or daddy issues, inquiring minds want to know
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kissofbelladonna · 1 year
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hermes when he finds out his son is the lightning thief
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mischiefxmoonyy · 1 month
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PJO Playlists
Percy Jackson
Annabeth Chase
Clarrise la rue
Luke Castellan
Grover Underwood
And many more to come :)
Heroes Of Olympus...coming soon
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ampresandian · 2 months
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Headcanon that Luke, as the son of the god of travelers, is healed just by like getting on the road and going somewhere. Not like Percy--it's not like cures-him-of-poison fixes-a-broken-leg healing, but like, it's rejuvenating. He starts to feel a little bit better just moving from one place to the next. Small cuts start to heal, headaches are staved off. Maybe it can even reverse a concussion or fix a broken toe or something, little things.
He won't magically become perfectly healthy, but he'll be well enough to get where he's going.
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captainsophiestark · 5 months
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Go Bearcats
Luke Castellan x Reader
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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Prompt: Hermes; Travel, boarders, games
Summary: The summer before Percy Jackson came to Camp Half Blood, Luke Castellan's SO convinced him to leave camp with them for a new life.
Word Count: 1,175
Category: Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"I cannot believe you did that to me," I said, shaking my head in disgust with my boyfriend, Luke Castellan. He didn't even have the decency to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry. But it was the best way for me to win."
"Cheating isn't winning."
"Technically, choosing an object outside of the car that we left in the dust ten miles ago isn't cheating."
"You sound like Malcom," I huffed, crossing my arms and leaning back in my seat. Luke just chuckled, shooting me a grin from the driver's seat as we cruised along the highway. Luke and I had been in the car for almost three hours now, on the sixth day of our cross-country road trip from camp. For the first time in a very long time, we were leaving the place we'd called home and had never really been allowed to leave.
I'd gotten to Camp Half-Blood the year after Luke, although we were the same age, and with one exception that hadn't gone well, neither of us had left the camp's boarders since. Until now.
This past year, Luke and I had decided it was time for us to leave, to go do something with our lives now that we were both technically adults. Sitting day after day, month after month, within the boarders of Camp Half Blood wasn't sustainable for the rest of our lives, and I'd noticed it having a bad effect on Luke especially. So, we'd spent the last year preparing for and submitting applications to college, and by some miracle we'd both gotten into the same place. Annabeth, although she would only be starting sixth grade in the coming weeks, had helped us a lot, and about six days ago Luke and I had officially left camp with the end goal of Salem, Oregon in mind.
It hadn't been an easy road trip, especially since we couldn't use phones to help with navigation. But we'd managed alright. We were together, after all, and I swear with every mile we put between us and Camp Half-Blood Luke's spirits had lifted. Enough for him to tease me while cheating at I Spy.
"Alright, new game," I declared, sitting forward in my seat and looking at the scenery around us. "How about... twenty questions?"
"Sure," Luke said, still with a little laugh in his voice. As annoying as his cheating was, I couldn't ignore how happy I was to see him smiling so freely again.
"Alright... I've got something, go ahead."
Luke and I passed another hour that way, laughing as we thought up more and more ridiculous things to try to get the other to guess. After four years of knowing each other and dating for a year and a half of that, we knew each other well enough that truly stumping each other was basically impossible. After Luke successfully guessed that I was thinking of a bearcat, our new school's mascot (whatever the hell a bearcat was), he pointed up ahead of us instead of continuing the game.
"Look, we're officially crossing the boarder from Idaho to Oregon. Last one before we get to school."
"Home stretch," I said, smiling and reaching over the console in the middle of the car to take Luke's hand. "I'm glad we decided to do this."
"Me too."
A little glimpse of the storm clouds passed over his face, but unlike at camp, this time they cleared quickly. He shot me another smile as we drove over the state line and into Oregon. With more than two thousand miles in our rearview mirror, only about two hundred were left between us and the newest chapter in our lives.
"I hope Annabeth's going to be alright without us there," Luke said after moment's hesitation. We'd both been hesitant to completely leave her behind, but she'd assured us all summer that she wanted us to go.
"I'm sure she will be," I said. "Besides, we can Iris Message her all the time to keep in touch. It'll be like we never left."
"It's times like this that the no technology thing gets... frustrating."
"What?" I asked, feigning surprise and putting a hand to my heart to really sell the drama. "You're telling me you're not looking forward to taking only paper notes for college, and to figuring out how to turn in assignments without using a computer?"
"Believe it or not, no," said Luke with a little laugh. There was no question that the year ahead of us would be incredibly strange and full of challenges, but I knew we'd figure out a way through them, together. That's what all our training at camp had been for, after all. Although, the problem solving they'd been preparing us for had been a little more combat-based.
"Maybe Annabeth can come visit us for a break or something," I mused, kicking back in my seat and watching the trees fly past us on either side. I'd never been this far West before, and it looked incredibly different than anything I saw back home.
"Do you still want to visit camp over the winter break?" he asked. His voice was casual, but I thought I heard something else underneath his words, something a little more tense and brittle. "Go back for the Winter Solstice on Olympus?"
I paused, thinking my words over carefully and trying to gauge how Luke felt. Finally, tentatively, I responded.
"I don't know... If we're settled in here, and neither of us really wants to fly... I don't know if I'll want to leave our new lives after only four months being here."
Luke nodded, and I thought I saw his shoulders relax, just slightly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so too. We can decide later, of course, but... I think I want to stay here too."
I squeezed his hand lightly, and gave him a warm smile when he turned to look at me. He returned with a grin of his own, and after a moment of just enjoying the moment here, together, the two of us against the world, I leaned forward and cranked up the volume on the radio.
A little bit of luck must've followed us so far, because one of my absolute favorite songs was on, and I didn't hesitate to scream-sing the words at the top of my lungs. By the end of the day, Luke and I would be moving into a tiny apartment we'd found just on the edge of campus. In the morning, we'd gather materials and get ready to start our classes, and then the day after our new lives would begin. I had a feeling we probably wouldn't go back to our old lives, ever, even though Luke didn't seem to want to talk about permanently closing that door yet. But I didn't mind. The Olympians were overrated anyway, and I'd be happy to live like a normal college kid with the guy I loved, free from their influence and the problems they brought with them.
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Anything For You | Masterlist
Series Summary: Nick Oliver was on tack to figure out his life after high school. One day in a bookstore, and suddenly, post-high school plans were the farthest thing from his mind. One day, he met Luke Castellan.
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Part 1: Your Hand Is Cold (released July 2nd 2023)
Part 2: Claimed (released July 10th 2023)
Part 3: Capture the Flag (released April 24th 2024)
Part 4: Nightmarish (coming soon!)
Work in progress!
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aesthetic-bbyg · 3 months
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gripping onto the sides of my seat
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emmylubooks · 11 days
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Are there any Luke Castellan fanfics where there’s a happily ever after!? Send help. I need to read them. Luke can be fixed 😭
I’m so for real. Promote yourself, promote your friends, your favorite fanfic. I’m just sad and need good Luke content.
Wattpad, tumblr, AO3… anything. Please 😭
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kingdom-of-sins · 3 months
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would it be soooo funny if daughter of ares fall in love one of Hermes kids? Like Chris and Clarisse, let’s say ares daughter first to camp after waking up from her fight with the monsters. The Son of Hermes aka Luke and Chris younger brother who the same age as Ares Daughter became her first friend along with Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. The two being the mischievous kids they are starts being menaces. The Son of Hermes teaches Ares daughter how to pickpocket and steal without people noticing and Ares daughter shows the son of Hermes how to fight properly. During the time Percy pick her for his quest the son of Hermes give her a special compass that his dad give him so she wouldn’t get lost and Ares daughter thanks him by kissing on the cheek leaving him a bit flustered. Meanwhile Luke, Chris, and Clarisse are looking at their siblings with teasing smirks on their faces.
Ares not happy at all with his daughter having a potential future boyfriend while Hermes thinks it funny teasing Ares all day and once the group goes to the lotus casino. Hermes asks Ares daughter about his other son about the compass and Ares daughter reply “Yeah he give it to me he said he didn’t want me to get lost or something like that. I don’t know he was being weird about it for some reason, especially after I kiss him.” Meanwhile Hermes is like “interesting.” Percy and Annabeth is like “Girl, he like you.” 😏. Meanwhile Ares is fuming 😡
Son of Hermes developing a crush as soon as he saw Ares' daughter. She was unconscious and almost dead then. Imagine it was his responsibility to watch over her till she wakes up. The girl must have pushed him as a reflexe and got into attacking mode as soon as she wake up. Of course she apologized to him later.
Imagine him giving her the tour of the camp. If she is still unclaimed he will take her to Hermes' cabin and get her a bed. He wanted one right next to him but unfortunately for him she got a top bunk two rows from his bed.
I love your compass idea. I think it she would keep it around her neck and hold it everytime she is at the edge of losing hope or feeling anxious. As for the kiss, it was just a quick kiss on the cheek but our boy almost fainted which the other sons of Hermes would never let him forget. He was blushing for days and touching the cheek and smiling like a goof.
When Ares met his daughter he would indirectly and awkwardly try telling her that she is too young to date or get into any kind of relationship and she is looking at her father like he has gone made or something. Because right now she only think of the son of Hermes as a really good friend. Imagine her telling Ares that he doesn't need to worry about her, she will be fine and find her way back to camp, while she is absentmindedly holding the compass.
Hermes would take a special interest on her. Not to long ago he gifted his son the compass and he remember how happy the kid was. To give the compass to her definitely meant something big, at least to his son. Hermes would totally tease Ares about it and other gods probably have to hold him back, stopping him from attacking Area.
But like imagine later when the kids are 15 or 16 the son is on some quest or in a situation where it's almost impossible to get out and he is about the give up. The compass unfortunately couldn't get him out of it. But then he sees the initials of Ares' daughter on the back ofof the compass, it's something she did on her first quest. And he started at the initials for a few moments, traced it, remembered her smile, her laughter, her stubborn. He suddenly get the strong motivation to get himself out of the impossible and dangerous situation and get back to her. He has to go back to her. Otherwise how would he tell her about his years long crush on her?
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aphroditeinthesea · 10 days
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YOUR TRAVIS ONE WAS SO GOOD OMG OMG IM SCREAMING 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
can you do another one?? pretty please with cherries on top? 😭
“ life is short, make it sweet ”
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travis stoll x fem!reader 🐍
travis and y/n are not eligible for the great british bakeoff, but they’re still cute
tw none but fluff
˚。 ⋆ ᡣ𐭩 🍪 ᡣ𐭩 ⋆ ˚。
“Do you have vanilla extract?”
Travis stared at her, “yes…?”
“Better question,” y/n looked down at the recipe, then back at him, “do you know what vanilla extract is?”
“I know what vanilla is?”
She walked over and placed her hands on each side of his face, “you’re so helpful.”
“Thanks.”
They were staying at his mom’s house for the weekend, and were currently attempting to bake cookies.
She sarcastically squished his cheeks before looking back to the book, “so next, the recipe calls for two eggs-”
“Sorry, I have to get this,” Travis interrupted, mimicking a fake phone with his hands.
Y/N raised her eyebrow, “what?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “okay, I’ll tell her.” He pretended to hang up the phone, “sorry, that was the recipe-“
She threw a handful of flour at him, “you idiot.”
He wiped some of the powder off his face, although it still dusted his eyelashes and eyebrows. He huffed, “it was funny.”
She glanced up at him, smirking, “you’re such a dork.”
He walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck, “but you love me.”
She laughed, “go get me the eggs, Trav.”
“Fine,” he walked to the fridge, grabbing two eggs and handing them to her.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she smiled before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He grinned, watching over her shoulder as she cracked the eggs. He stayed silent, just watching with his lips upturned as his fingers danced across her spine.
She grabbed a whisk, beginning to mix the dough. He wrapped his arms around once more, intently watching as she did so.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
She raised her eyebrow, “what?”
“Let me show you,” he smirked. He placed his hand atop hers, turning circles in the bowl, “it’s easier when there’s two hands.”
“Is it really?”
He met her eyes, “you bet.”
She giggled, “you must be right then.”
“I’m always right.”
“Sure you are, my love.”
After a minute or two of this, she paused, dipping her finger in and holding it in front of him, “wanna try some?”
He took it off her finger, “it’s perfect,” he put some of the dough on his finger, “you should try some too.”
“Ew, I don’t know where your finger’s been.”
“Hey!” he laughed before placing the dough on her nose.
“Oh my gods,” she quickly swiped some on his cheek.
He chuckled, leaning closer and kissing it off of her nose, “sorry.”
She wiped it off of his cheek with her thumb, “I hate your guts, Stoll.”
“You don’t mean that,” he whispered.
“I don’t,” she dramatically sighed, “unfortunately.”
He just chuckled, pulling her into a kiss, with her hands holding onto his face as his were by her hips.
“Ew, get a room,” was announced from the doorway.
They quickly separated to find a disgusted Connor standing in the doorway. Y/N blushed awkwardly while Travis just brushed off his younger brother.
“Say that again when you actually get a girlfriend.”
Connor scoffed, walking over to the fridge, “I do have a girlfriend for your information.”
“Really?”
“Who is she?” Y/N added.
Connor closed the fridge, now holding a bottle of water, “you wouldn’t know her, she’s from Camp Jupiter.”
“You know Connor,” Travis joked, looking toward his girlfriend, “can’t get enough of those Romans.”
“Exactly,” his brother responded before leaving the room.
She giggled, “nothing sets the mood like getting caught making out by your little brother.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. He turned to the stove and sprayed pan on a tray to put the cookies on. Y/N moved the bowl to the stove and began making small balls on the tray.
“Here,” he grabbed a spoon, “I’m gonna make one.” He placed down a giant glob onto the tray.
“Travis!”
He licked the spoon, “I just think that my beautiful girlfriend deserves a beautiful giant cookie,” he smirked.
She snorted, “fine,Trav,” and put the tray into the oven. She then sat on the counter, holding the rest of the cookie dough. He then stood in front of her, he leaned up to kiss her, but was met with a mouthful of cookie dough.
He swallowed, “it’s good.”
She took another scoop and ate it, “hm, it really is.”
“We should go on the Great British Bake-off or something,” he commented.
She smiled, “yeah, I’m sure they’ll love having two very American demigods on their show.”
“I think they’d make an exception if the Americans were good looking enough.”
“So, I’d get on it,” she teased.
He gasped, “wow, babe, I thought you were better than that.”
She leaned down from where she was sitting to softly kiss him, “I’m kidding.”
“I knew that.”
“Sure you did,” she paused, “what’s that smell?”
He helped her off the counter before turning to the stove. They both rushed over to open it, only to find a napkin set on fire in the oven.
“Damn!” He ran to the sink and filled a random cup of water, throwing it onto the napkin.
Y/N took a deep breath, “I think we’re disqualified.”
“Just a little.”
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thetrickstersdaughter · 9 months
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This morning…
Travis: It’s a bit muggy outside…
Becky (Me): Travis, if all of my mugs are out on the front porch I swear to the gods…
Travis: *drinks coffee out of a bowl*
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