problem [erin]

Erin loved thunderstorms. Hunter had installed it into him to be careful, but this was one of the few times that he wanted to be reckless. He loved firing off arrows when it was pouring down rain and he especially loved it when lightning flashed right when his arrow hit the target. It was one of the few times that he felt badass. He’d spent an hour, firing off arrows, only stopping when he reached back and found his quiver was empty.

He walked over to the target and picked up his arrows, placing them back in his quiver. He paused long enough to shiver and realize he was soaking wet – he was fairly certain that even his underwear was soaked. He pulled the hood of his camp hoodie up, covering his head, but it didn’t help since that too was soaked. He shivered again and covered his mouth as he sneezed. He groaned to himself. He was certain that if he caught a cold, Hunter wouldn’t let him forget it and use it as some life lesson.

He hugged himself and looked in the direction of the cohorts, wondering if Max was already back there. The thought of changing into something warm and curling up with his boyfriend was as pleasing as a hot cup of cocoa. Of course, the mere thought of his boyfriend was pleasing on its own.

Carrying his bow in one hand, he made his way back to the cohort, pausing outside the door to cover his mouth as he sneezed again. He jumped lightly as thunder roared, having missed the flash of lightning that usually warned of the thunder. He vaguely wondered if Jupiter was responsible for the storm or if it was Zeus’ doing. Entering the cohort, he moved to flip the lights on but stopped when he noticed a large bump on Max’s bed.

“Max?” he whispered, wondering if his boyfriend was asleep. If he was, he didn’t want to turn the lights on and blind him. He muffled another sneeze and walked over to his own bed, where he set down his quiver and bow. He picked up some dry clothes and sat down on the other side of his bed, where Max couldn’t see him just in case he woke up. He awkwardly stripped the irritatingly soaked clothing off before pulling on a dry pair of underwear and jeans.

Leaving a shirt off and his wet clothes in a pile by his bed, he walked over to Max’s bed and lay down on his side, his hands under his head, his eyes on his blanket-covered boyfriend. “Max, are you awake?” he asked in a whisper. If he wasn’t awake, he didn’t want to wake him up. He shivered, still cold. He moved and reached over Max, snatching up one of his boyfriend’s t-shirts and pulling it on over his head. He lay back down, but held himself up with his elbows. “Max, I’m cold.” He kept his voice quiet, but if his boyfriend was awake, he shamelessly wanted to cuddle with him and he hoped Max would figure that out.


WORDS:; 523
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; None.

Maxwell kept his eyes shut, if he kept them shut then all he would have to do was somehow try to ignore the horrible sound of thunder. So far it had been working, while he was buried under his blanket and his head was under his pillow, the sound of thunder was slowly becoming blurry and he could feel himself calming down with each passing minute. Hearing somebody say his name, his first automatically went to Erin. because honestly who else would it be really?

"Yeah, I'm awake Erin" Maxwell mumbled back to his boyfriend after a minute or two had passed. The situation was awkward for Maxwell, the subject of thunderstorms had never really come up in a conversation for the two of them. And what was he to do? Lie? Tell Erin the truth? He had no idea how his boyfriend would react to his fear. Hearing another crack and roar of the awful combination, Maxwell quickly pulled the covers around him even more tightly.

Hearing Erin say that he was cold, Max poked his head out of the blanket, not even noticing that Erin had stolen one of his shirts and decided to wear it. Yes it looked good on him but he had more important matters at hand. Biting his bottom lip, his mind raced with the different outcomes of him sharing the only thing that was protecting him from his childhood fear.

Sitting up so that the blanket was still wrapped around him, Max moved the blankets underneath of him. "You wouldn't want this" he said, indicating the plaid blanket that was wrapped around his body. "It's too small for two people" he explained, hoping that Erin would agree with him. Getting under the other blankets as well, Maxwell raised an eyebrow at Erin. "Why are you cold?" he asked, the boy in pants and a hoodie, if Maxwell was dressed like that he would be burning up.

Had Erin actually been outside in the crazy weather? What on earth was he doing out there? Trying to get struck by lightning?! Did Hunter somehow tell him it was a good idea. Different thoughts like this ran in Maxwell's mind. He wasn't fully in the right state of mine to be judging. His thoughts were interrupted when a rather loud roar of thunder, the loudest one yet, came and Maxwell jumped and exclaimed, a little, in fear and covered himself with his blanket.


WORDS:; 403
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; I;m waiting for Erin to piece two and two together lol

Erin huffed irritably, wishing he could get Max to understand that he wanted to cuddle without having to say that. He ran a hand through his wet hair, realizing that he’d somehow forgotten to dry it. “I love thunderstorms. It’s like the perfect time for–” He covered his mouth and sneezed. “–archery.” He crawled under the blankets and was about to lay down closer to Max, when his boyfriend was suddenly covered by the blankets.

He may not have been the fastest thinker, but he wasn’t dumb. Was Max afraid of the thunder? It seemed like it. He didn’t necessarily think it was a ridiculous fear, but he had always thought that if anything was to be fear, it’d be the lightning which could actually fry someone to death than the harmless thunder. He wasn’t going to say that, of course. He had his own fears, after all.

He snuggled closer to Max and wrapped his arms around him, wishing that checkered blanket wasn’t between them. He didn’t say anything, not sure if there was anything he could say that would be helpful. He didn’t want Max to think he thought his fear was funny, because he didn’t. Everyone had a reason to fear what they feared. Some fears may not have seemed logical, but to the person who feared them, they probably did.

“Max?” Keeping one arm around him, he drew his hand back and gave a light tug at the edge of the blanket. He leaned forward and kissed the blanket, where he was pretty sure Max’s cheek was.

“Do you want to talk to me? I’m sure I can distract you.” He placed another kiss against Max’s covered cheek, trying to show him just what type of distraction he meant. Clothes would stay on, of course – he’d turn into a steaming tomato filled with incoherent words – but that didn’t mean they couldn’t make out.


WORDS:; 323
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; Ugh sorry for the crappy reply.

"How is this weather perfect for archery?" Maxwell questioned. It seemed like weather for one to just sit around in bed all day, just what Max had done. Feeling a pair of what he assumed were lips touch the blanket covering his cheek, Max poked his head out upon hearing his boyfriend speak to him. "I'm out" he said softly and placed the blanket over Erin, to share with the son of Apollo. Frowning, he took a deep breath and turned his attention to Erin. Running his fingers through his hair, Maxwell had no idea how to explain his fear to his boyfriend.

Hearing that Erin would be able to distract him, Maxwell raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "And how exactly will you do that?" he questioned him. He knew exactly how it would happen and what he meant, but Maxwell wanted to hear or see what Erin would do. Finally looking at Erin, Maxwell noticed that Erin was wearing one of his shirts and smiled. "Really?" he questioned him, but was obviously teasing him. "Did you run out of shirts or something? Or did you decide that stealing one of my shirts would be better?" he questioned Erin.

Fumbling with his fingers it took Maxwell a few minutes to even look at Erin without feeling either extremely embarrassed or stupid. "Yeah" Maxwell started. "I'm scared thunderstorms. I have been ever since I can remember" he told Erin. He closed his eyes, waiting for Erin to laugh at him or to even let a little snicker out of his mouth. Hearing another roll of roaring thunder, Maxwell frowned and looked over at Erin as if he was somehow suppose to be able to stop the rain. He knew that Erin couldn't, but it was nice to have somebody there for once. "I just want it to stop raining"


WORDS:; 307
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; :3

Erin paused, trying to think of how to explain. Most people would think he was crazy for practicing his archery in this weather, and perhaps he was. But if that made him crazy, then he didn't mind being crazy. "It's just kinda badass, y'know? Especially when the lightning strikes right when I let my arrow loose." He had to restrain himself from completely geeking out over his archery, the only hobby or activity he was passionate about - unless snuggling with Max counted as a hobby. He grinned and snuggled under the blanket, scooting as close to Max as he could get and planting a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend - boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend, he loved the sound of that word, even in his thoughts - and nuzzled against his neck, relishing in the warmth Max held after being huddled up in his blankets.

The young son of Apollo grinned and moved so that he was on top of Max, holding himself up with his hands planted on the bed on either side of his boyfriend. "Hm, I was thinking something like this," he said softly before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against Max's lips. "Or we could do something much hotter." He wasn't going to say what out loud - he'd blush and he was pretty sure that would ruin the moment. What he had in mind was PG-13, and it involved kissing, and perhaps some tongue. Nothing he'd brag to Hunter about because that would just be awkward.

He stopped holding himself up and rested somewhat on top of Max, lying his head against Max's chest and listening to the sound of him breathing and his heart beating. He moved so that his chin was resting on Max's chest and he could see his boyfriend's face. "Oh shush, I look adorable," he replied with a grin, "I like this shirt, might want to keep it for myself." It wasn't his favorite out of Max's shirt, but it wasn't hideous. And it was comfy, and best of all, it smelled like Max. He could wear it if Max ever went on a quest without him and he missed his boyfriend, because any second he wasn't with Max, he missed him terribly.

Erin moved so that he was no longer on top of Max, but back to resting at his side, not wanting to hold him down with his weight. He noticed that it took Max a bit to look at him. "Everyone has a fear," he reasoned, "I don't think your fear's funny or dumb." Max was justified in his fear of the storm just as he was justified in his fear of his step-dad. As the thunder roared again, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "Would you like my headphones? Music might help."

WORDS:; 473
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; None.

Hearing Erin just go on about why he actually loved the horrible weather, Maxwell could feel his heart melt as he simply listened. It was cute seeing Erin get passionate over what he loved and care about since he rarely did it. Feeling Erin snuggle up to him, he could feel his nerves drop down and himself calming down.

Within a minute his boyfriend was onto of him, Max didn't mind it at all, hell he loved it. He loved when Erin would show him any sign of love whether it a kiss on the cheek or a full blown make out session. "Well I did like that" he said with a smile on his face. "I think that will help me with this stupid storm" he added.

Max rolled his eyes. He had plenty of shirts and didn't mind if Erin took a few. "You're lucky it isn't my favorite shirt" he teased. He didn't really have a 'favorite t shirt' he did have some that he wore more than others though. "And yes you do look adorable in it. But the real question is, am I ever going to get that shirt back from you? Or are you really going to keep it?" he asked Erin, giving him a smile.

"No I'm fine now. I think if I keep talking you and if you keep distracting me, I will be okay until the storm dies down." explained to Erin and gave him a reassuring smile. Hearing that Erin did not think that his fear of thunder was stupid, Max let out a sigh of relief as he felt a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. It was nice to hear it from the person he loved the most in the world. Sitting up mostly to just adjust himself since Erin had moved, Maxwell raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "True I think almost everybody here at Camp Jupiter has a fear, except for Hunter. I think a lot of people fear him though. So what is your fear then Erin?" he asked, curious to hear what his boyfriend would reply with.


WORDS:; 351
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; :3

Erin playfully rolled his eyes. "I think Hunter fears Lyra. She has his heart in the palm of her hands and if she knew that, he'd be in trouble." When Max asked about his fear, he fell silent. There were normal stuff he was afraid of - losing Hunter, Max, and his friends - but there wasn't something that scared him as much as the thunderstorm scared Max. Rather, there was someone. He could vividly remember and still feel the sting of his stepfather's hand slapping him across the face, and that had happened years ago, before he'd been sent to Lupa. His stepfather had rarely hit him, hurt him physically because his older brother had always put himself in-between them. But that hadn't stopped his stepfather from verbally abusing him.

He'd never told anything to anyone, even Hunter. He didn't like talking about his family. He sat up, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest as he pulled his legs up close to his chest. He'd curl up whenever his stepfather got angry and hit his brother. He'd just sit curled up on his bed, waiting for Toby to come into the room and hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He stared at his knees, unable to look at Max, trying very hard not to sink into his memories.

"My stepdad... he terrifies me," he admitted, his voice small. "He scares me so much. I haven't seen my mom in years because I just - I don't want to see him." He hated his stepfather, but he also hated his mother. She'd sat by and let the abuse happen. She wasn't hurt, she wasn't abused. Their stepfather adored her, but he hated the fact that she had kids from another man. And she'd never once protected either of them from him. Toby had stepped up; Toby had grown up when his job should have been to just be a kid. He resented his mother with every fiber of his being, and that broke his heart. He didn't want to hate his own mother.

Thunder roared again and this time Erin flinched, tightly shutting his eyes. He took in several deep breathes and slowly let them out, trying hard to ignore the noise like he'd done so many times back at home. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked, feeling water in them. He looked sideways at Max. "I don't want to be afraid of him. I don't want him to hold that power over me." He wondered if Toby was still living with them. Why wasn't he at camp with him? Why was he in that toxic environment? He'd gotten out, so why hadn't Toby come with him?

WORDS:; 453

OUTFIT:; Here

TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine

MUSE:; N/A

NOTES:; None.

Hearing Erin's fear of his father, all Maxwell wanted to do was just hug his boyfriend and tell him that everything would be okay. In his eyes, fearing a family was worse than his own fear of thunder. Thunder was a noise, family was family. It was something he could not fathom. How could family, blood or not, do that to one another? The worst he had to deal with was his sister not accepting the fact that Maxwell was into boys rather than girls. Even then it took a very long for him to get her to at least tolerate it.

Kissing Erin's cheek softly, he rubbed his thumb over his cheek softly. "Well if your horrible father ever shows up here, he will have to go through me. And Hunter, since he is like a brick house" Maxwell said, giving Erin a reassuring smile. "Because here, you are loved. By me and by Hunter. And by possibly just about everybody else here at camp. You're cute and everybody loves cute." he informed the son of Apollo.

Sitting up so that he was more comfortable, Maxwell wrapped Erin up in the blanket that he had been in previously. Obviously Erin needed it more than he did right now. "If he ever shows up here, which I highly doubt will happen. You come find me, and I will find Hunter for back up." he told his boyfriend. He would protect him with his life if he had to.

Kissing Erin on the lips, hoping to calm the boy down by now, he smiled at him. "Well we could always train together. That way you can become stronger. And that way I am not 100% pathetic in combat." he said and smiled at Erin. "I'm sure Hunter won't mind."


WORDS:; 295
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; :3

Erin curled up, snuggled in the blanket Max had wrapped around him, against his boyfriend's side. He liked the fact that he had a boyfriend he could curl up with. He guessed he could try to snuggle with Hunter and it might be comfy, but eventually it'd just be awkward. He had gotten away with snuggling with Toby when they'd been much younger and adults thought it was cute. He hated that he'd gotten too old to snuggle with anybody except for a significant other. He liked snuggling, he was a cuddler.

"Kyle says I'm like a puppy," he mumbled, not sure if he wanted a change of topic or not. Sure he didn't like talking about his family, but it couldn't have been healthy keeping all that in, trying to deal with it all by himself. Maybe talking about it would help? Perhaps he'd feel better after getting off his chest. There were memories he didn't think he'd ever discuss, suspicions he had he'd never voice. But maybe he was taking the first step to moving on with his life.

He looked at Max, his eyes searching him for something. What? He wasn't even sure. "I don't want to be protected," he admitted, his voice cracking again. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and quickly reached up, rubbing his cheek with his wrist in a failed attempt to dry it. "My brother protected me and all he ever got was hurt." He wasn't sure if he'd ever even told Max he had a brother.

Now it wasn't that he thought Hunter and Max couldn't protect themselves and him. He certainly didn't doubt Hunter's ability to kick his step-dad's ass. But the memory of Toby calmly telling him to go to his room, running to his room, and hearing yelling and the sound of a slap or a loud thud was too strong. He had a better memory than he was given credit for. He remembered every injury he and his brother had ever gotten. He remembered getting backhanded after trying to pry his step-dad off his brother, the man's hands around Toby's throats. He remembered feeling terrified, like his step-dad would inevitably kill Toby and then kill him.

He let Max kiss him - in fact he brought a hand up and cupped his cheek, holding him there so the kiss lasted a moment longer before he felt Max pull away. "I love you," he breathed out, resting his head against Max's shoulder. "And I'll train with you whether Hunter minds or not." He respected Hunter, but living with his boyfriend wasn't enough time together so any extra time with Max, he'd take it greedily.


WORDS:; 447
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
NOTES:: My presh broken little demigod uwu

Maxwell chuckled at Erin's comment of him being like a puppy. "I can see it" he commented. Maxwell didn't hate Kyle like a lot of the other demigods did. He just had no idea how to act around him. So he was polite & used manners around the Praetor. He assumed that he was on his good side at least. Or that Kyle just had no idea who he was. "I'm not sure what kind of puppy though. Probably a Corgi"

Hearing that Erin didn't want to be protected, Maxwell gave him a confused look. It made sense, a little. Kind of. But he had no idea what Erin truly wanted. He wasn't a mind reader. "well if you don't want to be protected, then what do you want Erin?" Maxwell asked, curious to hear what Erin would say. Of course Maxwell would still protect Erin, whether he wanted it or not.

Maxwell smiled when Erin said that he loved him. He could not get enough of it, no matter times Erin would say it in a day. It was like a drug to the son of Venus. Hearing that Erin would train with him, he smiled even more. It meant he got to spend more time with his love. "Alright. So when do you want to start training?" he asked. "We can start whenever you want to. No pressure"

The fear of the thunder was slowly fading from Maxwell. All he wanted to do now was protect Erin, make him happy & in general just be with him. He didn't want to see him upset anymore. It pained him to see Erin like that. maybe a change of the topic could do just that. "Okay, this weekend you & me are leaving the camp" he said. Sure it wasn't the best way to start changing the subject. "On a date" he added quickly before Erin could interject.

Did Maxwell have the entire date planned out? Not really. He did have a general idea of what they were going to do from the last time he & Erin spoke on the subject. Erin had pitched a lot of ideas to him, all of them sounded like fun really. But when Erin had said that he had never been to the beach before, he knew that was where their first date would be.


WORDS:; 388
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
MUSE:; Heart Attack by Demi Lovato
NOTES:; enjoy~

Erin looked at Max for a moment, a smile playing at his lips. "You're making me want a puppy." He'd never had a pet before, not even fish. He'd used to joke with Toby when it was winter and they had to wear fluffy sweaters because of the snow that he was the only cute and fluffy creature in their house. The camp had horses, but he wanted to have a pet of his own, always had. And with not many people in their cohort, he thought it was possible. He wouldn't have been against Max surprising him with a puppy.

When asked what he wanted, he looked away, fiddling with his fingers out of habit, used to having an arrow point to fiddle with. He pulled his gaze back to Max, an emotionally pained look on his face. "I want to be happy. I want my brother. I just want to be happy." He curled up closer to Max, scooting down so he could rest his head against his boyfriend's chest. "You make me really happy." He was genuinely happy at camp. He wanted to grow old, living in New Rome. The only thing missing was his older brother. He'd always wondered what it would be like, introducing Hunter to Toby. He thought Toby would like Max.

"I think Hunter wants to train me tomorrow," he explained, pausing to sniffle before snuggling more against Max. He loved to cuddle. He was a cuddler, one-hundred percent. "You can come along. I'm not very good with the sword, that's what I think he'll be trying to teach me more." He moved slightly so he could look up at Max. "I can always teach you how to use a bow. I'm really good at that." Resting his head back down against Max's chest, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his boyfriend's heart beating, feeling the his body move up and down as he breathed. It was calming, just listening to Max's heart.

His head popped up like a meerkat's and he looked at Max with big, puppy dog eyes at the mention of a date. He smiled bright like the sun - a trait he'd gotten from his father and shared with his older brother. "Really?" He didn't doubt Max. It was more of an excited really than a question. He moved so he was still curled against Max, but he was up enough that he could kiss him. And he did. He placed a soft kiss against Max's lips, holding it for a moment before pulling his lips away. "Where? When?" He needed to know when to be ready, he thought.


WORDS:; 443
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; Cuties uwu