thislateatnight?

won't you sleep?

[ruzekburgess]

“Emma and I have always loved each other, really.”

— Tom Felton and Emma Watson in HARRY POTTER 20TH ANNIVERSARY: Return To Howarts

[ragingbookdragon]

I'd really love to think that Jason is the type of man who whispers "I love you" when you're falling asleep just so he can watch the drowsy smile on your lips as you roll into his chest. Or the type of man who leaves notes on your pillow that he sprayed with his cologne that simply say, "I love you like the sun loves the moon."

But in reality, I really think Jason's the type of man who just walks into a room, puts his most intimidating face on and yells, "HEY!" waits until you're staring at him in worry and slight panic just for him to go, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

And then he walks away, leaving you to question just what in the hell is wrong with him???

[thislateatnight]

now now, why can’t he be both?

[prettylittlebrownskingyal-deact]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

IIWT MASTERLIST 🏒 || kofi

(found it!! reposting!!)

Jason’s attention had been so monopolized by a gruelling essay on Freud and Sophocles that he hadn’t even realized you were leaning over him.

“You put Joker instead of Jocasta twice in the same paragraph.”

“Shit,” he bangs his knee in his haste to get up, like seeing you meant he had to stand at attention. He waves a casual hand at your raised eyebrows, “I’ll fix it later.”

“Are you okay?” Your hands twitch as you ask and he almost thinks you’re going to reach out for him.

“Right. Good. Good. That’s good.”

Whatever you want to say comes to a stoppage as he catches your eye. You look tired. A bit worn and frayed at the seams, but unlike most people he knows, you wield your exhaustion like a weapon. Something about your determination fills him with pride. He can’t decide if it’s misplaced or not. You go a bit starry eyed and he has to resist the urge to poke you.

Whatever you want to say comes to a stoppage as he catches your eye. You look tired. A bit worn and frayed at the seams, but unlike most people he knows, you wield your exhaustion like a weapon. Something about your determination fills him with pride. He can’t decide if it’s misplaced or not. You go a bit starry eyed and he has to resist the urge to poke you.

“You needed me for something?”

“I—” you come back to yourself with a little jolt, like you’ve been electrocuted. “There’s no toner in the copy machine.”

“...right.”

Your responding eyeroll is a shade less venomous than he’s used to. He files it away as a win.

“You were a library assistant last year.”

“That doesn’t mean I can change the toner.”

“I’ll change the toner. I just need your key to the supply closet.”

Jason hesitates. It’s nearing midnight and the Humanities floor of the library is basically vacant, save for the nighttime librarian (Sheila? Shanice? He can never remember) whose napping quietly across her keyboard.

“I don’t know if it still works.”

“We won’t know unless we try.”

It’s the ‘we’ that gets him. The implication of him and you being tied together in one instance makes his lungs tight and his whole body buzz with excitement.

“Fine but if we get caught…”

“You’re a huge scaredy cat for a jock,” you laugh.

He follows you to the supply closet with a mocking snicker. Each fake “haha” makes you giggle more and it becomes impossible to stop by the time you’re both outside the locked door.

“Gimme,” you say, making grabby hands for his keys.

“No way.” He pushes past you, carefully making sure his other keys don’t make a too rambunctious jingle. The key fits in perfectly and the lock slides open with ease. “That’s definitely a safety hazard.”

“Like they care,” you shrug.

You flick a light on and walk in, purpose sitting on your shoulders like a fond friend. He hangs back in the doorway, gives himself permission to look at you while you aren’t looking at him. You putter around the shelves, hands sliding over labels and brown boxes with a frown. It takes you about a minute to find the toner, your success is marked by an endearing “aha”.

He takes a quick glance back to see if there’s any risk of getting caught. “Got it?”

You don’t answer. The sound of shuffling feet and creaking wood snaps his attention up. He looks back to find you with your arms outstretched, feet planted on the lowest shelf, balancing only on your toes. Amusement trumps over concern as he watches you struggle. He lets it go on long enough for you to twist your head around in search of him.

“I think you almost have it,” he teases.

His name drops from your mouth in a sigh. “Jason.”

“Yes?”

“Would you help me?”

“Well…” he hums, tapping a pointer finger to his chin. “If you were to ask nicely.”

“No.”

“Then I guess I’ll just stay here.”

“Please. Please,” you wobble dangerously on your heels. “Oh holy shit, please.”

He’s already waiting behind you when you tumble backwards, arms tucking you into his chest safely. You heart jackhammers away in your body, loud and rapid. So much so that you both miss the soft snick of the door slipping shut.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

It’s nice holding you. He’s keenly aware of how precious you are with his arms wrapped around you, the shuddering of your body kidnapping the sanity from his head.

“Can you…” you point to the top shelf, head low and voice shaky. “...get the...um…”

“Yeah.” He lets his hold linger a second too long. “Yeah, let me…”

You step away in a long stride, clearing your throat and tugging your shirt down. He doesn’t let his eyes track your form as he leans up and grabs the toner quickly.

“Got it,” he affirms.

“We should…” you point a thumb at the door.

“Right,” he slips past you, holding his breath to avoid more contact with your body in the tiny space.

He turns at the doorknob, heart in his throat and his legs begging him to run before he can do something stupid like kiss you. It doesn’t move. He tries again, switches direction and then strength. It remains immovable.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“Are we…” you don’t finish the question. The “locked in a supply closet” hangs in the air with the rest of the tension.

“I think so.”

“Well, shit.”

He turns back to you, mouth curved down in a “what are we going to do?” expression. There’s a wrinkle between your eyes that and he can’t tell if its the result of anger or anxiety. He reaches his hand out to ease it away nonetheless, just as you twist two fingers through one of his belt loops. All it once, the blood from his brain drops and every coherent thought he’s ever produced disappears like smoke.

“What...I….now?”

“Just—” you give a little tug to the side and then slide your hand into his pocket. His phone presses against his thigh like a cold reminder. You pull it out of his pocket and hold up to his face. “Hmm.”

“Good idea.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he exchanges the toner for his phone.

You take a step back, giving him as much space as you can in the confined area. He’s glad for it as he thumbs at the screen. He’s sure his cheeks are flushed bright red. He really needs to get out of here.

Luckily, Victor picks up on the second ring.

“What’s up, Cap?”

“Hey, man. Are you still at your engineering study group?”

“Yeah. Still in the library with them.” Vic’s voice always pitches up an octave when he’s concerned. “Why?”

“I…I got myself locked in a supply closet on the fourth floor. It’s the one near the classics’ shelves.”

Victor giggles. Then he proceeds to tell whoever he’s with about Jason’s problem. There’s more laughter and a “Aw man, Cap’s having a rough night.” He thinks that it's probably Garfield. At least he can always count on his best defense-men to be in arms length of each other 24/7.

“Coming to get you in a sec, Jay,” Vic assures. His smile is clear as he adds, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Jason hangs up and sucks in a deep breath. Your deliberately not making eye contact with him and he decides he fine with that. Then, he realizes you probably feel just as guilty and embarrassed as he does.

“It’s okay.” His voice is shaky but he's genuine. “We’re okay. Victor’s coming to get us and then you can go change the toner.”

You nod stiffly. “Thanks, Jay.”

“No problem.” He tries for a smile, a bit strained but it works because you grin back.

“The whole team is going to hear about this won’t they?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Great.”

“Hey,” he nudges you. “You’re not the guy tasked with dealing with them at six in the morning on the ice.”

“You’re the one who chose that time.”

“Stop listening to Roy, he’s a liar.”

Your shoulders shake as you laugh. In the dim

light, he’s forced to confront a wave of emotions he didn’t even know he could have. Part of him wants to say thank you. The other part hedges on asking you to go on a date, right this second.

“Maybe sometime we could…”

“We could what?”

“I don’t know, um. Go for—”

The door swings open with a bang and click, the sound mercilessly swallowing the rest of his words.

“Well, well, well,” Garfield squeaks. His voice drips with innuendo, “What were you kids doing in here?”

“Shut up, Logan.” You snap, already elbowing past Jason with the toner clutched to your chest. “Thanks Jay.”

Gar wiggles his eyebrows, “Oh, thanks indeed.”

“Shut up, Logan,” he echoes. “See you around, Y/N.”

“Oh.” You halt in your tracks, spinning around to look back at him. Your eyes track over Vic and Gar’s expectant smiles before you latch on to Jason’s bewildered face. “You were going to ask me something?”

“Oh.” It’s his turn to wobble and plead. He knows his teammates have fifty different incriminating ideas running through their minds. He wants the earth to swallow him so he can get far away from them. “Don’t worry about it...another time.”

Victor waits until you disappear to punch him in the arm.

“Ow!”

“You’re taking to long. If you don’t ask Y/N out, I will.”

“Would you?”

Garfield snickers. “You know you’re a real scaredy cat for the captain of a hockey team.”

[thislateatnight]

Think about us

Jason Todd x reader 

It’s kinda sad

Also, listen to this song while reading 

He knew he had to let her go.

It didn’t matter that he loved her more than life itself. He didn’t have much to love except her anyways.

It didn’t matter that she loved him more than anything, more than anyone. She didn’t know what he did, wasn’t exposed to the cruel reality of the scum that resides in Gotham. The cruelty he has to bring out of himself to get rid of it.

She didn’t know of the horrors he’s been through, the risks he takes to bring justice to this godforsaken city when the sun goes down.

And she won’t know it, any of it. He would do everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t.

She can’t see how appalling mankind can be. She’s beautiful, insightful, hopeful. Purity like her shouldn’t be tainted with troubled stains like him.

So he let her go.

But who’d tell him that the last thing she wanted was to let go?

¡  ¡  ¡  ¡  ¡  ¡

Loud music, swarm of warm bodies, alcohol buzzing and barely a month away from finals.

Nice. Just how I wanted to spend my Friday night.

I tried losing myself to the beat of the music, to the grinding bodies around me, to the alcohol I consumed to forget.

I’m not a party girl in the least. While my friends were quick to pick up the nightlife and wild adventures of college, I chose otherwise- to be stable. 

Funny how that worked out for me in the end.

A broken heart. That’s the end result of my careful lifestyle.

I tilted my head backwards, eyes shutting close and mood shifting due to the change in song.

When you’re dancing in the club, And the nights are getting hot Do you think about us?

I tried losing myself. To the heat of the night, the beat of the song that my hips moved in sync with. I felt numb, I felt hot. I felt pathetic.

Then I felt a push.

It was violent. The culprit went unnoticed. It was too dark, too many colors, too many people.

What didn’t go unnoticed were the hands that gripped my waist to stop me from falling. I didn’t need to see him. I didn’t need to hear him. I didn’t need to smell him.

I knew it was him.

My breath caught in my throat, heartbeat ran 2 miles a second. I felt the intensity of the pounding in my chest, in my head.

A solid month of trying to forget, trying to overcome the pain that disturbed my soul day after day after day.

And there he was; my heartbreak, my everything. Hard chest against my back as the bodies around us pushed and moved to the engulfing beat of the music.

You put your hand on my waist And then you pull me close Boy, I promise I won’t let go

I moved my body backwards onto his, the mild alcohol in my system taking over the rational part of my brain.

Hot breath on my neck, arms snaking around my waist to hold me tighter, hold me closer.

The familiarity, the love, the passion; it was too much. I loved this man too much to have any sort of ego with him tonight. I loved him too much to step away from his arms at my state of vulnerability.

“What’re you doing here?”

My voice wasn’t as firm as I wanted it to be. My body started moving along to the catchy beat again, back pressed against his front in a way that definitely didn’t deem appropriate for exes.

“Forgetting,” he murmured against my neck. His answer made me crack a small smile.

There was a hesitancy in his hands as they held my waist. I knew that, I understood that.

I also understood that we probably shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t know why in the goddamned hell he broke up with me, but I had no doubts of his love. He wasn’t in any less pain than I was.

Then why did he shatter both your hearts?

I ignored my subconscious.

His hips finally started moving to the song, in sync with mine. I’d forget later. This was no time to forget. I wanted to relish tonight.

I tilted my head backwards, exposing the length of my neck. He had a weakness for it. At 5'6, the middle of my head barely touched the top of his broad shoulder.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured in a choked voice, lifting his head from the crook of my neck.

“It’s the least you can do,” I replied softly. 

“After stomping on what used to be my heart,” were the words I wanted to add.

I felt his stare. With my eyes closed, I could imagine how dark those bright blue eyes looked in the dim floor of the club. I could imagine the feelings that swirled in the orbs I’d stared at into for years, grew to love, grew to own.

He cleared his throat, the movements of his body coming to a halt. “I had my reasons.”

“And what were they?” I was quick to turn around and reply with an accusing tone.

As per my expectations, he didn’t reply. Just stared at me. It was the first time our eyes met that night.

“What were they Jason?” There was a desperation in my whisper. I just wanted an answer. One damn answer that gave me closure as to just why-

I’ll never be able to love someone like I love him.

He broke me. He ruined me. He turned me into damaged goods.

One touch, need your love Me and my baby, we up in the club Ain’t nobody else, you know it’s all about us Ain’t nobody else, you know it’s all about us

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry,” Jason whispered painfully, his thumb lifted to catch the single tear that escaped from the encasement of my left eye. “I can’t see you cry,” he put his forehead on mine.

“Then tell me why,” I sobbed. Remember when I said I felt pathetic?

Yeah, I felt pathetic.

“I’m not worth it, don’t cry,” he pressed his lips to my cheek in a moment of weakness. 

And then someone ripped my body off the serene bubble it was in.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I rubbed my tears away, regret pooling my emotions as my best friend glared at me.

“Have I been consoling your butt for a month straight just for you to fall all over him again?” She hissed, rubbing the tears off my cheeks herself.

I knew I shouldn’t have done it. This made me go seven steps backward from the teeny amount of progress I was making in.

“It’s not her fault,” he interrupted.

The fierce girl I had the privilege of calling my best friend turned to him with fire in her eyes; but I knew how much it killed her inside to keep me away from the one man who loved me like no one ever will. I knew it killed her to keep me away from the man she’d once called her friend.

“You broke her heart once, I won’t let you do it again.” There was something soft and understanding in her tone. As if she too felt what he was going through. 

“You should’ve considered the outcomes of breaking up with her before you did it. She needs to move on.”

His eyes were pained, broken. I shifted mine upwards to keep the oncoming tears at bay.

“Let’s go,” the anchor to my nearly sinking boat guided me away from Jason Todd.

I wanna know, do you think about us?

[prettylittlebrownskingyal-deact]

HELLO HELLO I'M BACK

IMAGINE THIS WITH JASON, ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE

anyways how's your day? I hope you're doing well

ily bye <3

i wrote this when u sent me this ask but i forgot :( anyways i’m doing ok!! hope u like it <3

“You’re the biggest idiot on this side of the hemisphere, I hope you know.”

“And you’re stepping on my bloody shoe.”

“Well you’re not giving me enough space, you stupid oaf.”

“Oaf? What do you think this is?”

The light in the tiny supply cupboard is too dim to allow any real semblance of sight but it provides you with the silhouette of Jason. Jaw clenched, nostrils flared and lashes long. He’d be so pretty if he’d just learn to shut his ginormous trap.

“I think this is your fault.”

“I’m not the one who stuck us in this tiny room.”

“It was a supply closet or death, Jason.” You huff bitterly into his face, “Would you at least shove over? We’re practically inside each other.”

Poor choice of words on your part seems to amuse Jason greatly. “You know what they say,” he hums.

You can smell the peppermint in his breath, the bergamot notes of his cologne, the stifling remnants of gunpowder on his skin.

“Keep your friends close,” he carries on, his hands tightening at the dip in your waist. “And your enemies closer.”

“I’ll bite you.”

“Kinky.” His teeth glint, wolf like candor beheld as he says, “I thoroughly consent.”

Your mouth is already halfway through another spitting rebuttal when gunshots sound nearby, raucous and deadly. The large metal door of the storeroom remains untouched but the sound still carries, heavy with warning. Jason’s hands wind tighter around you, his frame towering above yours as though he’s attempting to shield you. Chest to chest, you can feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat.

It reminds you that, under the valor and behind the sharp-edged tongue, he’s just a boy. He’s flesh and bones and good intentions, even when he’s driving you up a wall.

You clutch at him just as tightly. A soft sound is dragged out him as you pull him closer but you pay no mind. Instead you ensure to lean up onto your toes, taking your weight off of his feet. When he’s near enough that your face is properly plastered into his shoulder, you take a steadying breath and whisper, “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Of course.”

[thislateatnight]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

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[seaoflove]

reading vincent van goghs letters and he keeps repeating the same thing.. that i may be of use in the world. he repeats it over and over, in questions, in musings, in desperation. how can i be of use in the world? (the most precious question!) how can i be of use in the world? (how can anyone?) reminds me of that mary oliver quote: to pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. if i were any more insightful i could say something profound here, but i think if we keep focused attention on the question, we may find a way to be of some good. like rilke meant. by loving the questions themselves, we may one day stumble upon the answer.

[thislateatnight]

Was just staring at the sky when I randomly started thinking about how Harry’s the type of person to escape the paps by gently protecting his partner’s baby bump with his palm and say “Excuse me, careful please. Pregnant wife coming through!” and now I cANNOT STOP SCREAMING

[thislateatnight]

“You made it.”

[thislateatnight]

Bonnie and Damon 6x15. Bamon Hug

Literally my absolute and most purely favorite moment in tvd I'm CRYYYYIIIINGGGGGGG

[nationalharryleague]

Two for the Show

Summary: Jeff plans for Harry’s new opening act to be more than that. 

Genre: Famous Fake Dating! 

Word Count: 17.1k!

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A/N: Hey babes!! This is something I’ve been working on since December now and I’m so fucking proud of it and how it turned out!!! It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m so so so excited to hear what everyone has to say!! Giant thank you’s go out to the incredible soph (@theharriediaries​) and Lu (@meetmymouth​) bc this never would have come to fruition without them and their help!! Please let me know what you think!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist!! Happy reading y’all :)

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Keeping appearances in the public eye is a delicate balance.

If Y/N was being honest with herself, everything Full Stop Management had ever suggested to her had worked, and very well. When they suggested her music took a more pop direction, they set her up with a team of fantastic producers and her music sales and popularity skyrocketed. And when they set up an appointment with a celebrity stylist to figure out her signature style, it worked; they turned her into the 1970’s inspired goddess she had always dreamed of being. Even the hours of media training that she had been put through worked, helping her learn how to bob and weave even the most intrusive of interview questions.

But this time, she thought they might be going too far.

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[thislateatnight]

i just- *speechless*

[harolddstyless]

now this is an intelligent man

[thislateatnight]

periodt.

[thislateatnight]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. I knew I looked good, the subtle eyes that followed me through the evening was not out of my knowledge.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

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[thislateatnight]

Another Jason fic, hope you guys like it <3

[thislateatnight]

You’re writing is absolute *chef’s kisses* honestly 😊

So sweet  😭 Thank you dear sweet anon, I try my best!

[thislateatnight]

Dancing with our hands tied

Jason Todd x Reader

It’s kinda soft

Thought of these songs while writing, so give them a listen while reading!

Note: Jason’s 25 and the reader is 21

I was always a fan of the over the top charity galas Bruce Wayne threw. The elitists in their flashy riches, extravagant decorations and endless varieties of food, and a certain Wayne brother in a suit. It was all very amusing to witness.

I felt like a princess walking down the stairs with Tim every time, who refused to ever get an actual date. So I’d been stuck being his unofficial date for the 5 years that I’d known him. Not that I minded much; he was my best friend after all.

I chose a simple flowy dress tonight, blood red in color, silky like water. The subtle eyes that followed me through the evening didn’t go unnoticed.

But my eyes followed just one sight. A sight that erupted the unwanted greenness of jealousy as I sulked in a corner, celebrating turning 21 recently with a champagne flute in hand.

I felt him before I saw him. Warmth soothed my skin at his presence, despite the fact that I was unfairly mad at him. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend.

Easier to say than do, and thus all the salt in the world seemed to be in my tone as I spoke first.

“Where’s your date?”

Jason Todd’s eyes might’ve been cool blue, but the feel of them didn’t match the description. The side of my head felt like it would burst into golden flames under the intensity of his stare.

But they were the good kind of flames, the best kind of flames. It was almost miraculous, the way I managed to keep my calm.

“She bailed, something about her sick grandma,” was his soft response.

“Hmm.”

“What’s with the tone?” He leaned closer, hot breath teasing my cheek. Jason had gotten awfully bold since the first time we met, when he couldn’t even look into my eyes straight.

“Is it jealousy I sense?”

I tried to be subtle about my sharp inhale. Judging by the stutter of his lips as he suppressed a smirk, I failed.

But why hide anymore? I was never one to hold back anyway.                                                                                                                          “Yes, it is.”

It was my turn to take his breath away. I turned my head, challenging him with my stare. But I was too tangled in his game to play in charge. He had me, and he knew it. Right?

A smile filled with swirls of mischief and satisfaction designed his lips. Yes, he definitely knew it.

It caught me off guard, the unfiltered beauty of it. Of him. Watching Jason Todd smile, really smile, was not for the weak hearted.

“Then I think you’ll be happy to know that she wasn’t a date. Just a friend.”

Eyes the color of a swirling blue sea, a face handsome enough to cause heartache. Why’d it take me so long to realize that I could never resist him? Not even in a million years. Not even if Ryan Gosling came offering himself to me.

A little too far?

Maybe, but it’s true. What to do?

I was just about to walk away from him, refill the empty flute of champagne to bring back sparkle to my uneventful evening. A large hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me.

“Let’s dance,” he said with the softness of tulle, pulling my frame closer to his larger one. Close enough to smell his cologne. Like a creep in the street, I subtly took a slow sniff of it.

It’d never stop amusing me, how a man who seemed as rough and rugged around the edges as he did had so much softness in him.

And smelled so. damn. good.

“M’kay,” I agreed, following as he led the way to the ballroom. Or so I thought.

“I thought you wanted to dance?” I inquired, looking back at the flashing dance floor full of people we left behind.

“I do.” His eyes twinkled as he looked back at me, still walking to God knows where with my hand in his.

“We literally just crossed the dance floor, where else on earth do you plan on taking me dancing?”

“Who said anything about a dance floor?”  Jason smirked, coming to a stop in the garden behind the manor.

Even though it was off limits to Bruce’s guests tonight, the garden looked particularly beautiful. Strings of fairy lights decorated the flawlessly kept greens and flowers, courtesy of Alfred. The pool lights were on, and a surreal soft blue glow lit up the water.

It matched Jason’s eyes.

But that wasn’t all. Long fingers tilted my chin up, and a gasp reverberated the air as my eyes met the mystical view. Stars glittered the midnight canvas endlessly, and in the center of it all sat the full moon like a queen.

She was regal tonight.

My mouth was slightly open in awe, and Jason’s fingers on my chin softly closed it as he chuckled.

“I’m guessing you like the view?”

“Like it? I might as well marry it!” I exclaimed, eyes wide with glee as I gripped his shoulders.

“Dick used to bring his, ahem, lady companions to charm them back when I was Robin. I’d always barge in and interrupt to interrogate about the last woman I saw with him,” he laughed while recalling the memory.

“Did it work?” I smiled back and stood closer to him, the fronts of our bodies slightly touching. My hands had come down to rest on his chest now, and while my eyes were up roaming the sky, my soul’s attention was solely on him.

He shuffled with something in his suit pocket. “Did what work?”

“Dick’s method of charming the ladies?”

“Judging by the walks of shame Alfred and I had to witness every morning after each Wayne gala, yes. It very much did.”

I felt Jason put something in my ear, and finally looked down from the stars to his eyes in confusion. It was an airpod, and I watched silently as he put the other one in his ear.

“I promise I’m not a creep or anything, but I stalked your Spotify playlists and found one titled ‘dancing under the stars’.” He confessed. In a very un-Jason like manner, he looked almost sheepish.

He didn’t look at me as he pressed play and pocketed his phone. Almost immediately ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ by Taylor Swift came on, and he took my hand in his.

Tingles shot up the pit of my stomach as his free arm wrapped around my waist, fingers resting on my hip. We swayed in beat to the music in our ears, eyes on eyes.

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know,

The lords, and anyone who knew me actually, knew how big of a swiftie I was. The fact that he had put in the effort to pick the absolute perfect song to dance to had to be the most romantic thing that ever happened to me.

I was completely mesmerized. Guys like this only existed in the encasement of my stash of romance novels; but time and time Jason Todd had proved that idea wrong. Every one of his gestures, one after the other, seemed to catch me off guard more than the previous one.

“Wanted to do this since I was 17,” I breathed the fresh air in, craning my neck to rest my chin on his shoulder. This right here was all I needed to relax. This was my very own customized form of peace.

“Yeah, Tim let it slip when he got drunk on your birthday and started blabbing about how you’re growing up in front of his eyes,” he laughed and pulled back to twirl me.

I crashed back into his chest softly, grinning at his revelation.

“It’s so hard to believe you guys are best friends, that Timmy’s actually capable of having normal human conversations other than his usual nerdy blabber,” Jason continued, pulling me even closer to him while dancing.

No objections were made from my side as I obliged (obviously), staring up at his eyes.

They were like an oceanic maze, too easy to get lost in. Too dangerous to get lost in.

“He’s a good friend. Awfully robot-like at times though, and he always smells of coffee.” I breathed with a chuckle as the air around us got intense.

The gold of the fairy lights hit his eyes, making them shine brighter than the stars above I let my hands grip the hairs on his neck, watching carefully as he took a sharp breath in response.  

If there was something Jason and my relationship, whatever that it was, didn’t lack, it was moments like these. Moments where we had a conversation with our eyes, expressing how much we wanted to kiss each other, how much we wanted to stay frozen in the present and relish in the feel of our undeniable chemistry.

It had been going on for way too long, and even Tim was getting tired of us not taking the leap of faith.

Initially he was pretty against it, but when he saw exactly how much I felt for his brother, his blessings for us suddenly started pouring in.

“Uhuh,” Jason hummed. An electric sensation buzzed the air around us as the chorus hit, and all the space between our bodies vanished. Butterflies went haywire in the places of my body he touched. He was everywhere.

But we were dancing Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied Yeah, we were dancing Like it was the first time, first time

“Stop me if you don’t want it,” he harshly whispered, brows furrowed and eyes clouded with desire as he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I do,” I whispered in response, knowing exactly what he meant.

His breath hit my lips, forehead fell against mine in a moment of desire and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.

It was needy and rushed and a thousand other adjectives, but it was my most perfect kiss. It would always be my most perfect kiss.

Jason’s muscular arms encircled my waist as he pressed me up against him, gripping my sides and lifting me to stand on his feet. My own arms wrapped around his neck, and a sneaky stutter of a moan escaped my lips, earning me a groan from him.

Passion burned us under the cool night air as we kissed and kissed and kissed, all thoughts of oxygen forgotten in our haze of need.

But even our passion couldn’t defy nature. We pulled back to breathe in as much air as we could, but instead of diving back in towards each other’s lips like I expected us to, Jason simply stared at me with eyes that now looked navy from being hooded.

It was a stare of a few seconds that seemed like hours as his thumbs brushed the side of my face. The fire of need from a while back was gone, but the desire wasn’t.

We both tried to calm ourselves, but an unstoppable part of me leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blushed.

“Wanted to do that since you were 17,” he said cheekily, hands tracing my back as we now let ‘Wonderland’ by Taylor amuse our ears.

“Liar,” I grinned. “You couldn’t even look at me back then.”

“Yeah, because I’d do this if I looked at you for more than 5 seconds. I had no plans of going to jail for getting handsy with a minor,” he replied, leading us to the wooden benches Bruce had installed in the garden a few weeks earlier.

I lifted a teasing brow, masking my shock at the fact that he wanted to kiss me even back then.

“And how’re you so sure I would’ve let you get handsy with me? For all you know I could have kicked you in the balls myself.”

“Don’t act coy, you could never stop staring at me when you were over,” he smirked, sitting down on the bench and pulling me to his lap.

I hesitated for a second, my brain getting lost in the fact that after months of banters and unbelievable tension, interruptions and two sided pining, I was finally in this position. Where we were able to be open about our want for each other.

Sensing my hesitation, his smirk dropped. “This is okay right?”

I snapped back to reality, taking his nervous expression in. Yes, this was real. And I wouldn’t waste a second of the time God gave me with Jason. I smirked and ran my fingers through his dark locks, making him close his eyes.

“Of course it is, just thinking about how long it took for you to man up and kiss me,”

“Excuse me, you could’ve-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He responded almost immediately, putting his hand on my hip as I sat sideways on his lap. Unlike the first one, this kiss was sweet and slow. We were cherishing the night with it.

“About damn time, I thought all my teeth were gonna fall out due to old age before Todd here grew some balls,” the sudden voice of a certain sass filled Wayne interrupted us.

My magical night with Jason ended with him running after his kid brother Damian, teasing him about kicking his ass.

But that was okay, because I was happy. Jason was happy. The long wait for him, for us, was worth it.

Even though he gave off the impression that he couldn’t care less, I knew that the reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted Tim to be completely fine with us being a thing.

Alongside being friends with Tim, I became friends with his brothers and Alfred over the years. I knew of their nightlife, and everything that went on behind the polished doors of the Wayne Manor. I knew Jason well enough to know that his tough posterior and damn care attitude was just a facade.

Being with Jason wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and I knew that too. He was reckless and intense, impulsive and careless.

But he was also sweet and passionate, and his love would brand you like a tattoo with it’s depth. I was willing to give my 110% to make it work with him.

Because even fairy tales take sacrifice and effort to get a happy ending. And I’d do about anything to make sure I earned mine.

[cabinofimagines]

The Only Choice

Fluff | Smut | Angst

Warnings: Explicit sex scenes, Spanking, Swearing (as always bc it’s me).

Summary:

You’ve been best friends with Percy Jackson for as long as you can remember. But when your former friend Annabeth gains feelings for him, it affects your relationship with each of them greatly.

Part one

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13 days. It had been 13 godforsaken days since you spoke to your best friend Percy Jackson. Two weeks since you got in an argument about said boy always putting you second in everything when you have always put him first. You had actively been ignoring him since that evening, partly because you were embarrassed on how you handled your outburst and partly because you knew his answer already. You had caught him off guard and he failed to produce an answer in a situation like that, he didn’t even try to form an explanation. So you left.

He had tried to talk to you various times, at dinner, in your cabin, when you hung out with your friends, and even at your mandatory duties when you couldn’t run away and leave your post. Each time you managed to evade him in the weirdest of ways, at one point you almost sprained your ankle when you tried to dart out of an escape hatch in bunker nine after he found you hanging with Leo. You didn’t want to talk to him anymore, hoping that the longer you were away from him the faster your feelings would disappear into thin air, but it only got worse.

Your heart was hurting you couldn’t stand the thought of him with Annabeth. There was no point in him talking to you, you knew he would only try to explain how he wasn’t replacing you with Annabeth and how they’d been friends since they were 12, but you weren’t blind. You saw the way she looked at him with longing, you saw how much she wanted him, how much she wanted him to be hers. Just like you.

You couldn’t stand it, you’d been in love with him way longer, but she just comes in and kisses him like it’s no big deal. You thought the two of you were friends, she knew about your crush on your best friend and she still kissed him.

It was now two weeks after that argument when you went to find her, only wanting to know why she did what she did. You trusted her, she was your friend once before and you trusted her not to go after the one guy you told her you genuinely like. You were getting heated just thinking about it, especially since she acted on it and took the one joy you had in this sad life as a demigod.

You found her at the arena, marching right up to her as she was strapping on armor to spar with her sibling Malcolm. You didn’t bother to ask if you could borrow her for a moment, but instead, you pulled her to the side, asking her calmly, “Why did you kiss Percy?”.

Annabeth looked at you with sorry eyes, “Y/n… “ she spoke softly, “I thought you’d understand. I- I thought you understand how much I want to be with him. I thought you’d want him to be happy, that you’d want me to be happy.”

You laughed at her, “You fucking precious bitch.” You gave her a deadpan stare, tonguing the inside of your cheek in irritation. You enunciated her exact words back to her in an unbelieving tone, “You thought I’d understand how happy you’d be with him?” You didn’t wait for an answer, “The only thing I’m understanding is the fact that you’re a two-faced cunt who went after the only guy I actually cared for.”

She winced at your tone, trying to shush you while trying to defuse the situation before someone else caught on and began spreading rumors. She shook her head at you, eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to remain calm, but her cool was cracking quickly, “I’m sorry, I can’t control how I feel–”

“Fuck you,” you spat with fire in your eyes, “You knew how much I love him and you still chased after him.” You took a deep and shaky breath, “We used to be such good friends before this, what the hell, Annie?”

She looked away at the mention of her nickname, almost as if she were ashamed of what she has done.

You didn’t even notice how close you were getting until you were right in her face, faces only a few inches apart from one another, “Had I known that you’d be such a lying miserable little bitch–”

“Hey!” She shouted in your face, hand coming up to grab your shirt and jerk you forward. She glared at you like you were one of the monsters that attack your kind, she was getting ready to throw you around right when someone intervened.

Percy jumped in between you both, pushing you both away from each other and exchanging cautious looks with both you and Annabeth. He locked eyes with you, sea green eyes searching your own, but you hadn’t stopped glaring back at the blonde girl across from you. He reached over to you, grabbing both of your arms and quietly saying your name in order to break your concentration on the other female. You attempted to jerk away from him, but he tightened his hold on you, focused on getting you out of this situation before it escalated further.

“Let go of me, Perseus.” You growled lowly, craning your head to give Annabeth one last hateful glare.

He ignored you and instead tugged you along to the closest place of solitude, his cabin. You fought him the entire way there, shoving and kicking to get away from him and back to the arena to take out all of your pent up frustrations on Annabeth. It wasn’t until he shut the door behind him when you stopped fighting so much, a little tired from all of your struggles.

You glanced up at him quickly to see him rubbing his temples with closed eyes, clearly trying to clear his mind in order to form a coherent thought. You felt a part of yourself wanting to go ask him how you could help and if he wanted to drown his worries with popcorn and Finding Nemo. But then you realized that you were the reason he was massaging his temples right now.

He opened his eyes to find you staring at him just before you averted your gaze to the old floorboards beneath you. He watched with sad eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest defensively. Percy quietly shuffled over to you, both hands coming up to cup your face and thumbs smoothing over the apples of your cheeks.

“Please… talk to me.”

You pulled your face away from his grasp, pushing him away from you silently and turning to leave. You couldn’t stay like this, your emotions were close to detonation and Percy should not be in range, he couldn’t be.

He reacted swiftly, reaching out to grab your hand in desperation, “Y/n at least look at me!” He cried out, “Just please… please.”

You halted for a moment, chest aching at the sound of his broken voice pleading with you to stay. You couldn’t stay though, you just couldn’t.

You jerked away from him once more without further interference, hand successfully wrapping around the doorknob. Then you were tugged back to him, his big hand wrapped around yours as you collided into his broad chest. You let out a growl of frustration, pushing him off of you almost immediately, effectively throwing him backward a few steps.

“What’s your problem, Y/n?” He yelled, his anger peeking through finally.

You retaliate instantly, ”The fact that you always choose your fucking backstabbing girlfriend over me who you’ve known since gods know when!”

His eyes flashed dangerously, “She’s not my fucking girlfriend.”

You scoff and jerk your hand away from him, hating how much you longed for his touch. All you really wanted to do was to cling on to him, to cry out and ask him, beg him not to leave you behind, but you were so much better than that. “Might as well be,” your own voice was faltering now, ”I’m sure she makes you pretty damn happy.”

He shook his head, fingers trailing up to his scalp and tugging at the ebony strands, “Fuck Y/n, you have it all wrong!” You rolled your eyes, “I think it’s crystal clear how you both feel so I’ll just leave you both alone from now on.”

You turn to leave once more without anyone stopping you, but right as your hand was about to touch the doorknob you heard him yell in frustration, “Gods fucking dammit.”

Next thing you know you were pinned against the door of cabin three.

His ebony hair was in messy disarray, sea green eyes dark with lust, and hot breath fanning over you. His chest was heaving and occasionally brushing against your own. His eyes were searching your eyes for any discomfort before they trailed down to your lips and lingered there.

“Sometimes you really piss me off.”

You didn’t say a word back to him, still in shock that you were in this position, hands pinned above your head as Percy Jackson stared down at your lips with dark eyes. You gulped, waiting for his eyes to come back to your own, but they never did.

He smashed his lips against your own, teeth grazing your bottom lip causing you to shudder involuntarily. He withdrew for a moment, gauging your reaction before he continued, this time pressing his body against your own and wedging his thigh between your own legs. One of his hands let one of your own go, trailing down your side to your hip, massaging the skin there tenderly.

You gasped, his lips leaving your own and going towards your jawline and trailing up to your ear, “Percy…” You whimpered out, his lips attaching to your jugular and leaving what is sure to be prominent marks.

He growled out, pecking the marks he left, “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mumbled while he moved to your collarbones, “gods I want to know what you taste like.” This caused you to groan out, freehand coming to the hairs and the nape of his neck, tangling with them.

He broke away from you completely and removed your shirt in haste, your polka dot bra didn’t faze him in the slightest. One hand went behind your back to unlatch your bra while the other played with your covered breast, “I tried to fucking tell you how I felt but you just didn’t want to hear it.”

You arched your back to accommodate him, scoffing and rolling your eyes at his words, “You can’t blame me.” Your bra came undone with a click, lowering your arms so that it tapered off into the floor. This was one of your many fantasies with him, his hands wandering over your skin, his mouth leaving many different marks of all shapes and sizes across your skin, showing everyone in camp who you were to the son of the sea god.

He bit his lip, hoisting both of your legs around his waist like it was nothing but a paperweight, “Shut up and kiss me.” He grunted, slamming his mouth back to your own, grinding against you so much that you began to feel his bulge rubbing against your core. A confident smirk slipped across his swollen lips just as he pulled away just long enough to find the button of your jean shorts, popping them open and dragging the zipper down quickly.

You leaned forward to capture his lips once more, your heart pounding out of your chest, you wondered if he could hear it. The sweet but salty taste of his lips was incredibly intoxicating, each taste you got only left you wanting more, wondering how anything could ever taste this good.

His slender fingers drifted underneath the elastic of your underwear and found their way to your core, his chilling touch leaving goosebumps across your skin. His kisses grew deeper as trailed his fingers over your slit, collecting all of your arousal and releasing a low groan. His forehead rested against your own, both of you panting from the lack of air. His eyes were hazy with lust, biting his bottom lip, letting a single digit dip into your heat quickly to test out how wet you really were, “Fuck baby girl,” he cooed at you, the pet name sounding so right rolling off of his tongue, “all of this for me?”

You watch with hooded eyes as he retracted his hand slowly, inserting the finger in his mouth and tasting you all while he looked straight into your eyes. You whined quietly, the sight shooting heat straight to your core, gods you needed some type of friction. You press your hips into his, collecting a hiss from him, his finger slipping out of his mouth with a pop.

He dropped you suddenly, your legs falling from their place around his hips and to the floor beneath. You probably would have fallen had it not been for the strong arm he had latched around your waist, tugging you upright and toward his chest. He cocked his head to the side signaling the bed which was a few strides away, “Go spread your pretty legs for me, huh?”

You did as told, almost running to the bed and leaping onto it because you were so excited. Your eyes connected with his approaching form, large hands removing his shirt and revealing a toned work of art. You bit your lip at the sight, parting your legs for the male before you. His hands then moved to the hem of his sweats, stepping out of them and casting them aside before he pushed your shoulders back into the bed, mouth coming to your nipples and sucking harshly.

You arched your back and let out a low moan, fingers threading through his dark hair and gripping the roots for support. He playfully nipped at your sensitive bud, toying the other between his calloused fingers. He released with a pop only a few moments later, the chill air making sudden contact with the wet skin caused you to flinch slightly. He trailed his lips down your stomach, sucking marks into the skin above your pelvis as he pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs before discarding them to some unknown corner of the room.

As he raised his head to look down at the new bits of skin, he paused. He played with his bottom lip, licking it quickly before biting down, his gaze never leaving your slick lips while his hand continued massaging your breast. You began to feel nervous underneath his gaze, both hands coming down quickly to cover your most intimate parts up. He was shocked to say the least, glancing back up at you swiftly before removing your hands with own, intertwining one of your hands with his, “I want to see all of you.” He stated simply.

He leaned up and gave you a quick pick on the lips, taking you completely off guard. Before you could further question his actions he was between your thighs, lapping at your core hungrily. You gripped the navy bedspread beneath you, moaning out his name loudly between pants. If Percy hadn’t taken your breath away before this encounter, he was making absolutely sure that he was now. He traced a slender digit around your entrance teasingly just before he dipped it inside of your heat. Your breath hitched, stuttering madly as he pushed in and out of you slowly, outlining your clit with the tip of his tongue and attaching his lips to the bundle of nerves.

You hiss and sputter out curses, “Dammit Perce stop teasing me.” You were so needy for his touch. You hadn’t been able to touch him for weeks, thinking you’ll never get to see him again after Annabeth stole him from you, or she tried at least. In the midst of your actions you felt yourself grow smug because here was the boy, you two were fighting over, fucking you.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body and eliciting yet another hum of pleasure from you. Your plea, however, did not faze him one bit as he only added in another finger, stretching you out while licking stripes over your core.

“You taste even sweeter than I imagined, damn I could get used to this.” He mused to himself, suckling on your clit and causing your mouth to form an ‘o’ shape. In goes another finger, curling up and brushing your g-spot in the most euphoric way, winding up the coil in your stomach. You couldn’t even get a word out, choking on your moans as he relentlessly thrust in and out of you, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive clit.

You were getting close to your climax, getting more and more vocal the more he pushed you to the edge. He sped up intentionally, wanting to get you as close as possible just so he could pull away and deny you your orgasm. Just as you whimpered out a warning, he pulled away with a lopsided smirk covering his tan features, “You’re not coming until I’m inside you, I wanna feel that pretty pussy around me when you come.”

HIs dirty words softened your anger towards him, still upset that he pulled away right when you were about to fall over the edge. You went to crawl towards him, fingertips brushing over the strained material of his black boxer briefs ad palming his length through them. He let out a hiss, hand catching your wrist and meeting your lustful gaze with a hazy but warning look.

You pressed on, jerking your hand free and pulling down the elastic to free his erection, springing free and slapping against his stomach. He let out a throaty groan, sea green eyes squeezed shut as the cold air of the cabin made contact with his throbbing member. You took him in your hands, spreading the precum leaking out over his tip, moving your hands up and down the member.

His eyes flashed open, pushing you back onto the sheets suddenly, he positioned himself at your entrance, connecting his lips with yours just as he pushed himself inside of you slowly. You whimpered and gripped onto his shoulders, legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his hips, urging him to keep moving. You could taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you, but you couldn’t understand what he was talking about when he was talking about your taste.

He started off slow and only began picking up the pace when you hissed at him to move faster, your hooded eyes flashing with need. You ran your hands over the panels of his chest, years of training has proven to work, all the proof is right under your fingertips. He ground into you, one arm supporting himself above you while the other slipped underneath your back, embracing you flush against him. You met each of his thrusts with your own, wanting more than he was currently giving you.

You growled and twisted your hips so that you were riding him, further turning him on when you started to bounce on him as fast as your body would allow. His hands went straight to your ass, fondling the skin while he assisted you in your mission to set the pace you needed. Your hands were stilling exploring his chest, one occasionally slipping up to his neck to his ebony locks.

He felt so good inside of you, brushing your walls in such a euphoric way it was intoxicating. You clenched around him, causing him to hiss and leave a stinging sensation on your ass. He spanked you a few more times, gripping the flesh and soothing it afterward, causing a stream of swears to leave your lips. When you began growing tired, slowing your pace and slowly slipping down to his chest, he halted your movements and pulled out momentarily.

He flipped you over, pushing your upper body into the mattress and lifting your backside upwards. He stood in his knees behind you, wasting no more time by slipping in and continuing at the original fast pace you had set. You let out a gasp, turning your head to watch him pound into from behind, his thick brows scrunched together while he focused explicitly on pleasing you.

He met your own eyes, watching you intently as he leaned forwards and snaked an arm beneath your stomach, fingers finding your clit once more and playing with it roughly. You couldn’t help the needy whimpers that escaped your mouth, “P-Percy, I’m getting–” He interrupted with his own grunts, the way you were squeezing him was bringing him to the edge as well, “Fuck, I know baby.”

His thrusts grew erratic as he began losing control over himself, wanting to reach that high alongside you. With a few more thrusts you came undone with him following shortly after, both of you moaning out the others names save for a few swears here and there. Percy hadn’t pulled out though, he was milking this feeling, the feeling of your walls contracting around him as his seed began to drip out of your entrance.

You pulled away from him, wobbly legs making the attempt to turn around so much harder. Once finally facing him you gripped his bicep, catching his attention right away, “Does this mean we can go back to talking?” He asked innocently, drastically different from how he was just acting. You were stunned and slightly hurt, thinking that he just slept with you to get you to talk to him.

“Go back…?”

He nodded, eyes wide as he reached out to wrap your naked body in his embrace, “I missed you so much…” when he noticed how tense you were he sighed deeply, “It was always you, y’know. I never even considered Annabeth as a girlfriend.” You relaxed a little, cocking your brow curiously, urging him to go on with a nod of your head.

“I distanced myself because I didn’t think you felt the same way, but when you got mad at me that day for putting you second… I was…stunned speechless.” He paused, nuzzling his nose into your neck, “I thought you’d never speak to me again.”

You sighed, hand coming up to stroke his hair comfortingly, choosing your words carefully, “I felt like I wasn’t important to you, Perce.” You closed your eyes as he peppered your neck with more kisses, the front of his messy locks brushing your neck softly. You never wanted to feel like you weren’t important again because you were just as valid as everyone else. There was no reason for him to make you feel that way.

“Let’s try out ‘us’,” You spoke slowly, watching as his head lifted up swiftly and his eyes twinkling in hope, “But I’m not a second choice, I won’t ever be second again, okay?”

He grinned widely, letting out a chuckle as he kissed you deeply, “Never again, promise!” You smiled at his words, pecking his nose softly as he continued, “You’re the only choice.”

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[thislateatnight]

ilovethis

[thislateatnight]

Sometimes, we just don’t need a reason to cry. A slowed version of Story of my life could be playing from the laptop sitting on our stomach, and the pressure of a claw clip could be pinching at the scalp as tears slip down our temple. Sometimes, we don’t need tears just to symbolize to express an emotion on the downside. The waterworks could be our stress relief. There’s so much humans resorted to in the name of it- smoking, drugs, sex. But the most powerful tool out of our command, yet a vital, unavoidable part of us are our emotions. We can’t just shut them out, and that’s what makes life a roller coaster. 

Wouldn’t it be easier if a daughter could stop loving her unfaithful and scandalous father? If a sister could stop loving her sister who can’t seem to wrap her head around anything but her own kids and husband, or if a friend could stop caring about a friend who couldn’t care less about keeping in touch? This is what shapes us, what builds us. Pain makes a person stronger because emotions are designed to build and rebuild. A healthy, happy family helps solidify a child’s whole personality, while a broken one could emotionally damage them for life. The construction is an ongoing process till the day our heartbeats give out. 

It’s up to us to conclude the stories of our lives. Will it be a tale of success, or an example of happiness? Would it make a soul cry with pity and heartbreak, or would it inspire one to reform their own story? We never know. There’s no age limit to being certain about what’s ahead. We could pass away in our sleep the next time we close our eyes, or live to see the world drown in a burnt orange hue of fire on it’s last day. I say damn knowing exactly what to do. Damn all the planning. Dream, break, reform, dream. Success comes along during some part of the journey, and who says we all have to acquire it? Sometimes success is being there for our family, or whoever needs us. Because at the end of the day emotions always overpower achievements.