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you’re a part time lover and a full time friend!

[evaalovett]

—Not a lot, just forever Intertwined, sewn together

Eva! 𓆉⋆｡ !! she/her | book lover | hypno’s favorite daughter | Clarisse La Rue’s gf | sleepy girl | irl libby buxbaum | beach lover | Percy’s angel. ۶ৎ

𝓜asterlist , socials ⭑.ᐟ my dms and request’s are open!!

currently

╰┈➤ in the beach with percy 🐚 ྀ࿓

current read! — nothing like the movies

on my tv! — babysitter’s club

on my headphones! — it ain’t me, babe

[evaalovett]

When Luke was beating Percy I was crying as if I was the one being hit 😭

[evaalovett]

guys i touched grass

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i love posting like 10 shitty fics and then disappearing a month

[dariasletters]

Annabeth Chase ⋆˙⟡

[evaalovett]

i’m changing my theme today im so happy

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now i don’t like it 😞

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ˏEva! 𓆉⋆｡𓈒𓈒𓈒 she/her | gemini (may baby!) | Latina | #1 taylor lvr! | luv romance | book lover | schrucy fangirl | hypno’s favorite daughter | Clarisse La Rue’s gf | Irl spiderman | dead poets society | sleepy girl| irl libby buxbaum | Percy’s angel. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

masterlist , socials

my dms and request’s are open!!

currently

╰┈➤ in the beach with percy 🐚 ྀ࿓

current read ! - nothing like the movies

on my tv! - pretty little liars

on my headphones! - ribs - lorde

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"BUT YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN HIM WHEN HE FIRST GOT ME" I scream as they drag me into a padded room

[cherryribbcns]

happy birthday percy 😊😚💞 rip all his friends 🥀⚰️😔

[lovethornes]

GUYS. in between is NOT liz and wes’s song. it’s obciously bailey and charlie’s song because omg cutie pies and also bailey’s nickname is glasses and well yeah. AND charlie loves gracie abrams so it just makes sense i will stand by this argument.

[evaalovett]

⋆♆.˚ ㅤ| Girl dad! percy jackson x fem!reader

The kitchen was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, the kind that made everything look cozier than it already was. The smell of chocolate chips and sweet dough filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of vanilla from the batter you were stirring.

Your daughter perched on the counter, legs swinging, eyes wide as she watched every move you made. She was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing slightly as she tried to explain something very important.

“So first, I put the stars on the crown,” she said, pointing at the colorful paper and little glittery stones she’d used the day before. “Then the ribbon goes here, and I made a heart for you because it’s your birthday!”

Percy was pressed snugly against your back, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand tapping along to the soft, cheerful music he’d put on. He leaned down just enough to whisper in your ear, “You know, your kid is really ambitious. That crown sounds like a masterpiece.”

“She’s an artist,” you murmured, smiling over your shoulder as you mixed the batter.

Percy hummed along to the music, swaying gently, pressing warm kisses to your shoulder now and then. “And she’s a great teacher too, huh? Step by step, like a pro.”

Your daughter nodded eagerly. “You gotta do it just like me, Dada! I even added the glitter so it sparkles.”

Percy glanced down at her with a grin. “I see that, jellybean. That’s why it was my favorite gift.” He leaned back slightly to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, and she giggled, throwing her little arms around his neck.

You continued stirring, feeling completely enveloped by the warmth of them both. His other hand rested lightly on your hip, holding you close, rocking you just enough to make your back brush against his chest in that slow, easy rhythm. You could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of your shirt, steady and comforting.

“Okay, now stir slowly, Mommy!” your daughter instructed, reaching for the whisk with your guidance. Percy whispered encouragements to her, his voice soft and playful, “Yes, just like that. You’re amazing at this.”

He glanced at you, green eyes soft, and murmured, “I love you”

You laughed quietly, leaning slightly back into him. “Love you too.”

Your daughter, oblivious to your exchange, leaned forward, showing Percy the last little detail of the crown she had made. “See? The heart has sparkles!”

“I see it, and it’s beautiful,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “Just like the maker.”

The three of you stayed like that for a while, your daughter narrating every tiny detail, Percy holding you warm and steady, humming the music softly, and you stirring the batter while stealing little moments of kisses and smiles. The kitchen felt like its own little universe of love, laughter, and golden light.

Finally, as the batter was ready for the oven, Percy reached around you to carefully guide your daughter’s hands as she helped scoop little spoonfuls onto the tray. “Perfect,” he said after each one, leaning in to kiss the top of her head each time.

You glanced at them both, heart swelling. “This is exactly what I wanted today,” Percy whispered, his voice soft and full of warmth.

“Me too,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “But don’t forget… the best part is still waiting.”

Your daughter’s squeal of delight cut in, “Cookies for Dada!”

Percy chuckled, spinning you both around gently in a little sway. “Yes, jellybean. Cookies for Dada. And kisses. Lots of kisses.”

You leaned back into him fully now, feeling completely safe, completely warm, and completely loved, with the two most important people in your life right there with you.

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⋆♆.˚ ㅤ| percy jackson x fem!reader

You swore you’d stay awake.

It was just one night — just a few hours until Percy’s birthday — and you were determined to be the first person to say happy birthday to him at midnight. But somewhere between tracing the lines of his jaw with your gaze and listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, your own eyelids had betrayed you.

The next thing you feel is the warmth of lips against your temple. Then your cheek. Then your jaw.

“Mm…” you mumble, not quite awake, but enough to feel him smile against your skin.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Percy whispers, voice low and raspy from disuse. “It’s midnight.”

That makes your eyes open instantly. You blink up at him, still a little dazed, until you notice that boyish grin — the one that could undo you every time.

“It’s my birthday,” he says softly.

“Percy…” you whine, guilt melting into a smile. “I was supposed to be awake for this.”

He just shakes his head, brushing your hair back. “Doesn’t matter. You’re awake now.”

You pull him close, pressing your lips to his in the first real kiss of his new year. His hand finds the back of your neck, deepening it instantly, and you can already feel the shift in the air.

When he pulls back, his voice is barely a whisper. “Best birthday gift already.”

You smirk, fingertips trailing down his bare chest. “It could be even better.”

That’s all the invitation he needs.

His lips crash back onto yours, hotter, hungrier. He rolls over you in one smooth motion, his weight settling comfortably against you. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer as his hand slides under the hem of your sleep shirt, finding bare skin and making you shiver.

“Gods, i love u so much,” he mutters against your mouth, and you can feel the faint curve of his smile before he kisses you again — slower this time, as if savoring every second.

You hook a leg around his waist, pressing him closer until you feel the hard line of him against you. Percy groans, deep and low, before grinding his hips just enough to make you gasp.

“Wanna thank you properly,” he breathes, trailing kisses down your neck. His voice sends heat straight through you. “For staying up… even if it was just in spirit.”

You laugh breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan when his hand dips between your thighs. His touch is warm, deliberate, teasing — and when his fingers finally slide where you need him, you can’t stop the sharp inhale that escapes you.

“Percy…”

“Yeah?” His green eyes meet yours in the dim light, filled with that mix of love and lust that’s purely him.

“Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t — not until you’re trembling under him, breathless and clinging, giving him exactly the kind of birthday celebration he’ll never forget.

[evaalovett]

i’m changing my theme today im so happy

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Accurate Percy birthday pics

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girl dad! percy jackson (birthday boy)

⋆♆.˚ ㅤ| percy jackson x fem!reader

— about. you and your baby wake up early to make a birthday breakfast!

The day before Percy’s birthday was basically a crafting warzone.

There were glitter glue sticks bleeding out on the floor, blue construction paper ripped in half with extreme emotion, and a child—your child—who was furiously taping seashells and plastic gemstones to what was supposed to be a regal birthday crown.

She was sitting crisscross in the middle of the room with her tongue poking out in concentration, gripping a safety scissor like her life depend ofnit.

You were watching from the doorway, biting back a laugh.

“Are you sure he’s turning a hundred?” you asked gently.

“Yes, mom,” she said very seriously. “He’s a dad. And dads are, like… super old.”

Fair enough.

After helping her tie the last ribbon onto her masterpiece and cleaning up the battlefield of glitter carnage, you tucked her into bed and reminded her—several times—to keep it a surprise.

At 6:00 a.m. sharp, you were up before the sun.

The house was quiet. Percy was still dead asleep beside you, one arm around your waist, his hair sticking up like a sleepy lion. You smiled, slipped out of bed, and tiptoed across the hall.

Your daughter was curled up in a tangle of blankets, snoring softly with her mouth open.

You leaned over her and whispered, “Hey. Baby. Time to wake up.”

She groaned dramatically.

“Five more minutes.”

“You said we had to make birthday pancakes,” you reminded her. “You wanna miss that?”

Her eyes snapped open.

“NOPE!”

In less than a minute, she was fully dressed (in a blue tutu and glitter socks), crown in hand, ready to everything.

Together, you tiptoed into the kitchen. She stood on her little stool with her hair all fluffy and messy from sleep, cracking eggs with way too much confidence. You were in charge of the stove. She was in charge of the blue food coloring. (A risky choice.)

The pancakes ended up a bit more turquoise than expected, but they were stacked high on a plate and topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. The crown was set gently next to it, her tiny fingerprints smudged in the glue.

“Ready?” you whispered.

She nodded, holding the plate with both hands while you opened the bedroom door slowly.

Percy was still asleep, lying on his stomach with the covers low on his waist and his hair a wild mess over the pillow. You smiled at the sight.

Then your daughter took a big breath and yelled,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!!”

Percy jolted upright, blinking like a confused sea otter. “What—? What time is it?”

“Breakfast time!” she giggled, crawling up onto the bed to sit on his back.

You placed the plate on the nightstand and handed her the crown. She beamed.

“For the birthday king,” she said proudly, and smashed it onto his head—glitter flying everywhere.

Percy blinked again, looking between you and the wobbly crown.

“I love it,” he said immediately, voice raspy with sleep. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re a hundred now,” your daughter reminded him, patting his cheek gently. “You made it.”

He laughed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her cheek. Then he reached for you too, warm and sleepy and soft, tugging you close with one arm.

You kissed his temple and murmured,

“Happy birthday, love.”

And right there in your messy bed, with glitter on the pillows and blue pancakes waiting, the day started exactly how it should.

[evaalovett]

OMGG HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY FOR MY HUSBAND 😭😭😭

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( Almost midnight )

⋆♆.˚ ㅤ| percy jackson x fem!reader

It was 11:03 p.m. on August 17th.

You were very much awake, curled into Percy’s side on his cabin bed, your legs tangled together under the blanket. His chest rose and fell steadily with every deep breath, his arms still loosely wrapped around you even in sleep. His hair was a mess—some strands sticking to his forehead, others flopping over his eyes—but of course, he still looked stupidly handsome.

You were practically vibrating with excitement.

fifty-seven minutes until midnight. fifty-seven minutes until August 18th. His birthday.

You glanced up at him.

Still dead asleep. Completely knocked out.

You shifted just a little, adjusting your head on the pillow so you could stare at him properly—face to face. His lips were parted, lashes soft over his cheeks, arms warm around you like he never wanted to let go. Your heart squeezed a little. How could you just… sleep through this? How could he?

You started counting minutes in your head. Again.

It became a game: close your eyes for a little while, open them, check the time. 11:38. Then 11:42. Then 11:44.

You traced gentle circles on the back of his hand while you waited, fingers brushing lightly against his knuckles. Every now and then, he mumbled something—completely incoherent—but always pulled you closer.

By the time it hit 11:59, your entire body was tense.

One more minute.

You looked at him. Still asleep.

Then your phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.

12:00 a.m.

Your eyes widened. A huge smile tugged at your lips.

“Percy,” you whispered, pressing your fingers gently against his cheek. “Percy, wake up. It’s midnight.”

He groaned softly, nose scrunching. “Mmm… what…”

You didn’t wait. You leaned in and kissed him.

Once.

Then again.

Then again.

And again.

Soft, happy little kisses across his lips, his nose, his cheeks.

“Happy birthday, perce,” you murmured.

He blinked at you, still half-asleep but already smiling. “It’s already midnight?”

You nodded, your grin growing. “Mhm. You’re officially another year older.”

He laughed sleepily, his arms tightening around your waist. “So this is why you were fidgeting all night.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. “I love you.”

You kissed him again. “Good. Because I plan on spending the next 24 hours spoiling you.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, smirking. “Starting with the birthday kisses?”

“Exactly.”

You leaned in again.

And you didn’t stop for a while.