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[lvlyu]

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I yap and fangirl , IM OBSESSED with Pjo , Dc , Spider-Man….i can’t think of anything else…but theres more… I get bored a lot and need hobbies and suck at dancing..(idk I just wanted to say that)

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[snowynns]

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝓟.𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍: Nerd with cute eyes in love.

♡. 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐬 : After what happened a few weeks ago, you're still going to tutoring but can't stop thinking about Percy. Perhaps the boy is starting to win your heart?

♡. Nerd Percy & Popular reader, fingering, masturbation, PinV, creampie.

Three weeks had dragged by since that fuck with Percy, and your econ grade was holding kinda steady. You'd aced the last quiz thanks to his frantic note-taking sessions, but every time you sat across from him in his apartment, the air thickened with what you'd done.

You'd flash him smirks, cross your legs, remind him with an "Eyes on the graphs, Jackson" when his gaze dipped low. He blushed every damn time, adjusting those wire-rimmed glasses.

You kept up the act, flicking his ear or calling him a "pathetic little tutor" just to watch him squirm, on the inside, your mind replayed the stretch of his thick dick, the hot spurt on your ass.

Fuck, it had been good— better than the frat boys. Those guys were all thrust and no finesse, leaving you sore and unsatisfied.

And Percy? He was eager, responsive, like he actually cared about getting you off.

You hadn't planned to hook up again. Or at least, that's what you told yourself while scrolling through your phone at 2 a.m., thighs clenched around your pillow, imagining his hands on your hips.

The loneliness crept in— your sorority sisters were all coupled up or chasing tail that didn't stick, and you were tired of the empty ache after parties.

Percy wasn't boyfriend material, but he was available, discreet, maybe even a bit cute... Plus, he looked at you like you hung the moon even when you bitched at him.

That kind of attention? You needed it. So when you texted him the next morning— "Study sesh at 7. Don't make me wait, geek"— you knew it wasn't just about to be about economy.

Percy opened the door right on time, hair messier than usual, like he'd been running his hands through it.

"Hey," he said, stepping aside, his voice a notch too high. "I have the midterms review. Figured we'd start with monopolies."

You breezed past him, dropping your bag on the floor with a thud.

Your outfit was planned for him to make a move— with a tight blouse unbuttoned to show a tinny bit of your bra and the skirt short enough that bending over would flash your underwear.

"Monopolies? Sounds boring, you're always picking the dry shit." You flopped onto the sofa, the same sagging one where you'd caught him jerking off the first time, and patted the spot next to you.

He hesitated, then sat, his knee brushing yours slightly.

The session started normal like it always did— Percy spreading out his notes, droning on about barriers to entry and his pen tapping against the paper.

You half-listened, doodling in the margins, but your eyes kept drifting to his mouth— the way it moved when he explained... The memorie flicked into your mind: the way he'd groaned when you sucked him, that low sound. Your pussy clenched at the thought, a dull throb starting between your legs.

Why wouldn't he touch you again?

"You're zoning out," he said after a minute, glancing at you. "Everything okay?"

You sighed, leaning back and crossing your arms. "Just thinking about how you owe me, nerd. Last time, you blew your load all over my face without warning and ruined my makeup. I deserve compensation."

His face went red, the kind of flush that started at his neck and crept up. "I— I said sorry that day. We don't—"

"Oh, we do." You uncrossed your legs slowly, letting your skirt ride up an inch.

His eyes flicked down, then away, but not before you saw the hunger there. "You got yours. Now watch me get mine."

Percy swallowed hard, setting his pen down. "Here? Like... now?"

You didn't answer with words. Instead, you kicked off your heels, planted your feet on the coffee table, and spread your thighs wide. The skirt hiked up fully, exposing the thin strip of black lace between your legs. You could feel the damp spot already, your arousal soaking it.

His breath hitched, glasses slipping down his nose as he stared, frozen like a deer in headlights.

"Don't move," you ordered. "Just sit there and watch how wet you make me, you little perv."

Your hand trailed up your inner thigh, nails scraping lightly over the skin, leaving faint red lines. The anticipation made your pulse race— exposing yourself like this to him, the nerd you'd bullied for months felt filthy.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of your thong and tugged it aside, baring your pussy to his eyes. It was already slick, lips swollen and parted, clit peeking out.

Percy's eyes locked on it, his hands clenching into fists on his lap.

"Fuck, look at that," you murmured, more to yourself than to him as you slid two fingers along your slit. The wetness coated them immediately, a soft schlick sound filling the room.

You circled your clit slowly, the pressure building a warm coil in your belly.

"All this from thinking about your fat cock stretching me out. You like seeing it, Percy? My pussy all shiny and ready?"

He nodded jerkily, mouth parted, not saying a word. Good— he knew better than to interrupt.

You dipped lower, pushing one finger inside yourself, then two, the stretch not enough compared to him but enough to make you gasp. Your walls clenched around the intrusion, greedy for more, and pumped in and out, slow at first, letting him see every motion.

The table creaked as you shifted, heels digging into the wood for leverage.

"Bet you've jerked off to this a hundred times by now," you teased, voice breathy. "Imagining your dick buried in here instead of your hand."

Percy's chest heaved, trying to adjust himself discreetly, his hips shifting like he was fighting not to touch.

Emboldened, you sped up, fingers curling to hit your g-spot and make your thighs quiver.

A soft moan escaped you, unbidden, as your free hand yanked your blouse open, buttons popping. Your bra came next, shoved down to free one of your tits— the nipple a hard peak begging to be sucked.

You pinched, rolling it between your fingers, the dual sensations making your pussy flutter. But it wasn't enough. The ache built, sharp and insistent, and you needed more friction.

Pulling your fingers out, you spread your lips wider, exposing your clit fully, and rubbed it in tight circles as your legs started to tremble, little spasms rippling through your muscles as the pleasure edged higher.

"Oh fuck, Percy," you sighed, head falling back against the sofa. "This is what you do to me. Can't stop thinking about how you filled me up last time. That dick pounding my cunt until I came all over it."

He whimpered leaning forward like he was mesmerized.

That sound pushed you closer, your rubs turning frantic, hips bucking up off the cushion. Sweat started to form on your skin, trickling down between your breasts, and you felt the orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap.

"Watch me cum for you, nerd. Watch how I— I—ah, shit—"

It hit you as your pussy clenched on nothing, juices leaking out to soak the sofa, and your legs spasmed visibly— jerks that made your toes curl and your thighs shake.

You sighed his name on the peak, a long, drawn-out "Percy" that hung in the air. It lasted longer than usual, the exposure amplifying it, leaving you panting and loose-limbed.

He groaned, low and tortured, palming himself through his jeans. You caught sight of the wet spot forming, his dick was clearly leaking pre-cum. But when you looked up, his expression was like a punch to the ribs— puppy-dog eyes, lips parted in desperation, a kicked look that made your chest tighten.

Weeks of holding back, of you being mean just to feel in control, and here he was, wrecked because of you. Your plan had been to stop there, leave him hard and wanting.

Payback for not fucking you these weeks.

But oh, he looked so pathetic, so eager, you couldn't.

"Get over here," you muttered, voice husky from the climax.

He stumbled forward, and you grabbed his shirt, yanking him down until he was half on top of you, his body pressing into the sofa cushions beside your sprawled form. Your hand fumbled with his belt, popping it open and shoving his jeans down to free his cock.

It sprang out, thick and heavy, already fully hard— the veins bulging along the shaft, the head a deep red and slick with pre-cum. Bigger than you remembered in the heat of it, that girth making your pussy needy.

You wrapped your fingers around it, giving a few firm pumps, feeling it twitch in your grip.

The skin was hot, velvety, and he bucked into your hand with a gasp, his weight shifting so his face hovered inches from yours. Up close like this— really close, for the first time without the frenzy— you noticed details you'd glossed over before.

The faint freckles across his nose, the way his green eyes sparkled behind the glasses, that messy hair begging to be tugged. Undeniably cute, in a way that made your mean mood waver.

"You're such a fucking mess," you whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He froze, then melted, his breath warm against your lips.

Your hand kept stroking, slow twists at the head to smear the pre-cum down his length, but you kissed him again— soft, teasing pecks along his jaw, his cheek.

"Don't think this means anything," you murmured between kisses, nipping his lower lip. "I'm just... giving you a pity pump. Your dick's too good to waste on your hand."

Another kiss, this one lingering, your tongue flicking out to taste him— salt and mint, surprisingly addictive.

Percy whimpered, his hips thrusting shallowly into your fist.

"Please," he breathed, voice rough, one hand bracing beside your head while the other tentatively cupped your hip.

You felt the nudge of his cock against your thigh, hot and insistent, and damn if it didn't make you want more. Your pussy was still sensitive, aching to be filled again.

"Fine," you sighed, guiding him with your free hand, positioning that thick head at your entrance.

Your thong was still shoved aside, slick from your orgasm, and rubbed him along your folds, coating him.

You kissed him deeper this time, sucking on his lip as he pushed forward— slow at first, the stretch burning sweet as his girth parted you. Inch by inch, he sank in, your walls hugging every ridge, fuller than your fingers could ever manage.

He groaned into your mouth, bottoming out with a wet slide, balls pressed against your ass.

You broke the kiss to gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're thick," you panted, rocking your hips to take him deeper. His face was so close, that cute flush spreading as he started moving— shallow thrusts at first, like he was afraid to break you.

The sofa groaned under the combined weight, your back pressed into the worn cushions, legs hooked around his waist to keep him buried deep.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down to mix with the flush across his cheeks, and you couldn't help yourlself, could you?

You just needed to lean up to plant a series of small, teasing kisses along his jawline, nipping at the stubble before brushing the lips against the corner of his mouth.

You tried to make sense of it all, your mind spinning even as the body arched into him.

It was just his cock, right? That fat, veined length splitting you open in a way no one else's could, ruining you for the quick, unsatisfying pumps from those frat assholes. Yeah, that had to be it— purely physical, a fix for the ache that had built up over weeks of denied release.

Well, with him this close, his breath mingling with yours in hot puffs, a stray thought wormed its way in: maybe he'd make a decent boyfriend, all attentive and sweet, the kind who wouldn't fumble around like the others.

No, fuck that— what were you even thinking? He was just a good fuck, messing with your poor head because his dick hit spots you didn't know you had. Nothing more.

You kissed him again, firmer this time, to shut down the nonsense, tongue flicking against his lower lip as your nails scraped lightly down his back.

Percy sighed into your mouth, a low, contented sound. He shifted his hips, grinding deeper on the next thrust, the head of his cock nudging against you.

A soft moan escaped him, followed by a grunt as he pulled back and sank in again, his pace unhurried, like he had all afternoon to draw this out. His hand stayed splayed across your hip, thumb tracing idle circles.

You could see the way his black hair curled damply at the temples. He looked wrecked, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, but there was something else in his gaze— something soft and adoring that twisted low in your gut.

This was supposed to be just sex, a way to scratch the itch and keep him in his place as your flustered tutor.

Nothing emotional, no strings. But the way he moved, careful yet insistent, made your pussy clench involuntarily.

"Fuck," he breathed, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a moment, his teeth grazing the skin as he thrust again.

The wet slide of his cock filled the room and your arousal coated him, easing the way. You rocked your hips to meet him, chasing the building friction, but your mind kept circling back to that stupid thought.

Boyfriend? Him? The guy who'd blushed beet red when you'd caught him stroking his dick on this very sofa weeks ago, hand frozen mid-pump? No way. It was the girth of him, the way he filled you. That's all. You kissed his cheek, then the edge of his ear, whispering a half-hearted taunt.

"Don't get too comfortable, nerd..."

He lifted his head, those eyes meeting you again, so damn earnest it made your stomach flip.

Percy kept fucking you slowly, his hips rolling in a way that pressed his pubic bone against your clit with each inward push.

The intimacy of it all— the closeness, the way his body heat enveloped you—stirred something unwelcome. You wanted to shove him off, reassert control, but your legs tightened around him instead, pulling him deeper if possible.

Then, out of nowhere, he said it.

"I love you," Percy murmured, voice husky, the words coming out as if he had been building them for weeks. He paused mid-thrust, cock throbbing inside you, and added, "I think I like you. A lot."

Your heart stuttered, and before you could process it, a hand shot up, clamping over his mouth.

"Shut up," you hissed, the command coming out breathy, undermined by the way your cunt squeezed him tight— walls contracting around his shaft in a vise grip that made his eyes widen behind his glasses.

Fuck, your body was betraying you, clenching like it agreed with him, like the confession had lit a fire straight to your core.

You could feel him twitch in response, hot and hard, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hips flexed, pushing back in slowly, testing the reaction.

You kept the palm pressed firm over his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against the skin, the subtle nudge of his tongue testing your fingers.

"Don't say that shit," you warned, voice edged with annoyance, though your free hand dug into his lowerback, urging him to keep moving. "This isn't... we're not doing feelings. You're just a good dick. That's it."

Doubt crept in even when you tried to concentrate on the feeling of his dick.

He kept looking at you, those green eyes so pretty and pleading, lashes dark against his flushed skin. The way he held your gaze, not backing down even with your hand muffling him, chipped away at your resolve.

He mumbled something against the palm.

Reluctantly, you eased your hand away, just enough to let him speak, though you kept the fingers hovering near his mouth like a threat.

"What?" you demanded, hips grinding up to meet his next thrust, the angle letting his cock drag right over her g-spot.

"I mean it," he said, voice rough but steady, punctuating the words with a deeper thrust that made you moan. He sighed again, his grunts mixing with the slick sounds of your joining.

"You've been in my head since that first time. The way you tease me, call me out...Maybe I'm a masochistic but.. I like you. More than just sex."

His face was inches from yours, expression open and vulnerable with that kicked-puppy look.

It should have annoyed you, should have made you push him away, but instead, it made your chest tighten, the stomach doing that flip again. Fuck, he was too close, too real like this.

Maybe tell him to fuck off with the romance, but the words were stuck.

Your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his messy hair, and you pulled him down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding together.

"You're an idiot," she muttered against his lips, "I... I like you a bit, okay? Just a little. Don't make it weird."

The words slipped out on a gasp as the orgasm crested, your body tensing under him.

Percy's eyes lit up, a grin breaking through despite the strain on his face, and he groaned, thrusting deeper, faster now, trying to make you orgasm.

"Yeah?" he breathed, voice wrecked, one hand slipping between to rub tight circles over your poor clit.

It was too much— the pressure, the fullness, the way he looked like you were everything.

You finally came, pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing him in waves that drew a guttural grunt from his throat. Juices slicked his shaft, dripping down to where his balls slapped against your ass, as you cried out, nails raking his shoulders.

He didn't stop, fucking through it with those slow, grinding rolls, his own breaths coming in ragged pants.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in your neck once more, lips brushing the skin in feather-light kisses that mirrored the ones you'd given him earlier.

Your body trembled in the aftershocks, the sensitive walls fluttering, but didn't push him away— in stead, you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close as he chased his own release.

The softness of it scared a little, the way his weight pinned you down, his cock insistent inside your oversensitive cunt. But damn, it felt right, the slow build of his moans turning into desperate grunts, his hips snapping harder.

Percy tensed, a low whine building, and you felt him swell even thicker, the head pulsing against your cervix.

"Gonna—" he started, but you cut him off with another kiss, as he came. His thrusts stuttered, grinding deep as he emptied himself, balls drawing up tight. Every twitch, every jet, your walls milking him for more until he collapsed half on top of you, his breathing heavy, and the cock still buried inside as it softened slowly.

Percy shifted, his arms wrapping around your back in a loose hold, but he didn't pull out yet.

Instead, he tilted his head to look at you, those eyes soft behind his glasses.

"Hey," he said quietly, voice rough from the moans. "Do you really like me? Like... for real?"

Your face heated instantly, a flush creeping up the neck that you couldn't hide pressed against him. You buried your face in his shoulder, mumbling against his skin.

"Shut up, Percy."

He chuckled, gently lifting your chin with a finger, peering. "You're red. Like, tomato-level red." His smile was gentle, not mocking, and he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I like you. Just in case you forgot."

"Just don't talk.."

💭 :: It's been a very intense few weeks, so for now I'll continue reposting fics from my old account.

♡ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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[jasongracesbiggestglazerever]

A Knight

(Knight! Luke x Reader, in which, a knight has been stalling his love life for you, his medic) fluff

Luke has been a visitor of your hospital you work at since you’ve started. He’s the strongest knight in 300 years it’s a surprise how he continues after all the injuries he endured. You first began your job at 16, where Luke was only 17. He stumbled into the hospital with pushed off his gear, he was told by his usual doctor he would be treated by someone new.

“Isn’t this great Chris? A new helper when I’m in the worst state of my life” he said breathlessly as he lie on the cot helplessly

By the time his wounds were cleaned and treated he slowly warmed up to you, it was something Chris picked up on as well.

“Awww little boo boo, the paper cut must burn! You going to visit your girls job?” Chris teased as Luke shoved him with a scoff

“She’s not my girl” he grumbled, more of a grumble from a man who knew it was everything he wanted

Time and time passed, but not a day gone by without Luke visiting you with a bouquet of flowers, each day it was different colors, different combinations, and different vases, vibrant ones, mauve ones, glass ones, never ending. He wanted to see which one made you happiest. He never told anyone but he wrote in a journal about the bouquet details and how you reacted, maybe one day it would be of use.

It wasn’t long before others caught their eye on you, Luke couldn’t blame them, you were single, smart, and absolutely stunning. He laid on his cot while watching you laugh with another patient. That patient wasn’t the best knight in 300 years, that patient didn’t search everywhere for flowers that would stun you, that patient wasn’t going through as much heartache as Luke was in that moment. So why were you laughing so much with a man who didn’t get you flowers everyday?

“Hey y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come training with me, well- watch me come train because you know. I’m not in the best shape to fight without my medic on my side” Luke said placing the shiny vase full of flowers of your desk that had multiple vases full of flowers already.

“Sorry Luke, I’m busy tonight” you say as Luke frowned

“Maybe Dan could be your spotter?” You offer as Luke’s frown deepened

“Yeah… maybe” he mumbled before walking away

At practice he hit like he didn’t have a single injury. He wouldn’t say it out loud but his heart hurt the most, he knew you were most likely out with that patient, he felt jealous, he felt angry, he felt hurt.

“Seems like you’re in great condition Luke” Dan patted his shoulder as he nodded

“Annabeth I just can’t do it” you groan as you flop on your bed

“You could’ve been his spotter, he called you ‘his medic’ y/n, that’s everything you need to know” she said

“I panicked! I hope he doesn’t hate me” you groan into your pillow

“He would never hate you” she laughed at those ridiculous words

When he laid down at night in his shared room with Chris, Chris turned to him.

“Come on, tell me what’s got you so tough now” Chris whispered, the single candle between them on the nightstand glowed.

“It’s nothing, I just want to be a good knight for the royal” he lied as Chris clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes

“I just wanted y/n to pick me” Chris said in a slightly deeper voice to mock Luke’s, Chris turned around and after a while his familiar snoring rang out. Luke blew out the candle and pulled the blanket over his face.

After a harsh practice, Luke went into the hospital and into your office with a vase filled with flowers, but your seat was empty, he frowned and walked out with the vase in hand. It wasn’t like you to be out of your office.

He knocked on your door persistently and when he approached your room he sighed in relief. You were in bed sniffling with a fever.

“Isn’t my doctor supposed to know how to cure a fever?” He joked, setting the vase down and sitting on the edge of your bed, when you responded with a cough he laughed and shook his head. He grabbed a rag and soaked it with cold water, pressing it on your forehead and sat back down.

“You need to be taken care of, I don’t want you struggling alone” he said but when he looked at you fast asleep he let out a quiet laugh and smiled.

He took your features in, your nose when it got runny, your breathing pattern, how your room smelled like you, how much he loved you. It’s been two years since he’s met you and he couldn’t stop falling in love with you.

When he returned to his quarters Chris smiled

“So…. What happened and why are you late?” He grinned

“Chris” he groaned and threw a pillow at him

“She’s sick and that guy she’s so fixated on doesn’t care enough to check on her… and I wanted to show her my flowers” he sighed as he sat on his bed

“All the knights are asleep, you’re the leader Luke, you should be asleep too” Chris teased as Luke got finished changing into his pajamas

“Yeah yeah” he brushed off and pulled the blanket over himself

By the next day Annabeth had knocked rapidly on Luke’s door, he opened it with a yawn and eyes that were barely opened

“Luke, you need to help y/n, she’s sick and needs help” she says

“Help in what way?” He asked, straightening up as if you could actually see him

When he got into the room he covered his eyes as you lay in the bath, your body washed but you were far too tired to wash your hair. You had a towel wrapped around you while in the bath

“Well isn’t this a view” he joked as Annabeth rolled her eyes and left.

“Well I wouldn’t want you seeing her like that anyway” she scoffed

It was quiet, but intimate. Luke scrubbed shampoo into your hair and rinsed it out, then conditioner. He didn’t know conditioner was ever useful until you explained it through coughs and sneezes. He dragged you up and turned away while you changed yourself, he picked up the drenched towel and scrubbed it clean before hanging it to dry.

“Annabeth” he said as he walked out after you fell asleep, she was your buddy to share a room with after all

“Why did you ask me and not you know… the other guy?” He asked hesitantly

“Figured you were closer” she shrugged, he nodded and walked off while she sighed in relief, she was worried he would catch her in the lie. You had talked about Luke so much that Annabeth didn’t even know there could be another man other than Luke to take care of you.

When you got back to the hospital, Luke welcomed you as if he owned it, another vase of flowers you would never bore of and a smile that you wouldn’t tire of.

Luke had walked in too late in the night, a conversation with you and Annabeth. He wanted to tell you his feelings, how he’s been in love with you since he was a developing teen. But also how he was being sent away to fight and there was a high risk of no return.

“Annabeth I love him. He’s so sweet, he makes me laugh, and he’s someone I imagine myself with forever” you say as Annabeth sighed. Luke paused and clutched his hands, he knew he shouldn’t be listening in, but this was his last moment to hear your voice, he couldn’t resist.

“Then tell him, tell him how you adore your time with him, how you like how strong he is, and how caring he is. Tell him everything you tell me” Annabeth said

“I can’t, it would break Luke’s heart” you say, Luke’s heart stopped beating, he didn’t know if it ever would again.

He stormed off to get ready for the suicide mission, missing the parts of your conversation with Annabeth

“I don’t want to break Luke’s heart, making him choose between me or being a knight. He’s lived his whole life training for this, why would he choose me” you say as Annabeth sighed

“Because he loves you” she says

By the time you could get to Luke he was long gone, his clothes were packed, barely anything left in his and Chris’s small space called a room, you explored everywhere but he wasn’t there, it was a public announcement that knights were sent to fight off enemies across the world last night. Why hadn’t Luke told you?

“Luke” you whispered as you stumbled upon a small room full of messed up vases and notes on how to make the perfect vase. Luke had learned how to be perfect for you.

During the war Luke bled out and he didn’t have you to help him, his medic to bless him with your presence.

Blood spilled more and more as he slowly blacked out, another nurse on standby came to his aid, he reached his hand up to his pocket while he heaved and blinked slowly

“Y/n?” He whispered as he tried getting a better look at the nurse who’d been helping him. But by the time he reached the familiar photo in his pocket he blacked out, more and more doctors rushing to him.

Across the world right now Luke was bleeding out and calling for you, and across the world from Luke you calling for him in his small art room full of vases he deemed as imperfect. Because he didn’t want anything but perfection for his medic.

A year had passed since you’ve seen Luke. All hope was drained from you since you’ve heard less and less news about the war across the world. You heard footsteps outside your door you expected annabeth or Percy. When you saw Luke standing awkwardly with flowers that were rumored to be grown only in enemy territory in a beautiful vase you couldn’t help but frown.

“I know. You’re happy with that guy, you want nothing to do with me, but let me give you this. My celebration for surviving that battle” he said, like the wounds scattered around his body that bled out were there for decor. It wasn’t a bouquet for his celebration of surviving, it was the bouquet that would decide if you’ve loved him all this time and would finally accept his love.

“Luke…” you whispered, you stood up and shoved the vase on a surface, when you leaned in for a hug he leaned in for a desperate kiss.

He held your face with both of his calloused hands, a warmth he hadn’t felt in a year, his lips connected with yours, he leaned in more, he wanted more with you. He wanted a life with you.

When he pulled away he saw your awkward stance of when you tried giving him a hug and he tensed

“Sorry” he said as he pulled away embarrassedly. He had kissed you when you wanted a hug.

“I missed you y/n, I really did, I thought of you everyday, I thought about how you’re probably married now, I had a photo of you with me at all times to remind me on why I needed to return” he said pulling a photo from his pocket.

“Why did you leave Luke? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you give me a letter? Why didn’t you answer my letter?” You say as he looked confused

“Do you hate me?” You ask, the question that’s been biting at you, Annabeth had assured you he didn’t, but right now you weren’t so assured.

“I could never hate you y/n, that’s like hating air, what I need to survive” he says with a frown

“What letter?” He softened his tone

“I heard you that night y/n, you love him and you don’t love me. I just- I wanted my first selfish move to be with you. I want to be selfish with you, I’m sorry.” he whispered

“I’ve never been selfish with anything in my life, when I had to grow up destined to be a knight I never complained over the older knights walking all over me, I was never selfish with my time, I had to share a shack with other knights in training, everything I’ve ever had in my life wasn’t ever just mine. I didn’t care because it wasn’t anything special to me, it was what was meant to be shared, but you… you, you are the only thing I don’t want to share, the only thing I find worthy of being selfish with” he said

“But what letter” he repeated while looking at you seriously

“Luke… I’ve checked my mail box ten times a day, I sent you three letters every week begging to know how you were, if you would ever come back to my office with those flowers and more importantly, that smile” you say but couldn’t help the tears filling your eyes

“Y/n, I spent this year imagining a guy having everything I dreamed of with you, if I had gotten a letter from you I would’ve came back to you, I would’ve brought back a ring and married you on spot, what letters?” He said softly, a quiet nervous laugh escaping him

“The ones I sent to the quarters of war” you say as he shook his head

“That’s outdated y/n, they don’t deliver letters to knights. They want knights focused on war, not what they have waiting on them” he explained with a frown

“But knowing you thought about me means more than anything” he says and hugged you, you wrap your arms around him and he kissed your head

“Will you let me be your boyfriend? Will you let me finally look at you without trying to hide it, or visit you anytime without making Chris punch me?” He asked. A smile grew on your face and warmth spread through you

“I’d be stupid to say no” you say as Luke nodded

“you’ll regret it” he joked

Trying to sleep that night was worse than any injury he had suffered. He wrote in his journal the exact bouquet he had brought that night, the assortment of flowers and the wrapping. This would be the bouquet he would use for you, the bouquet was a reminder of what brought you two to reconnect after the battle.

Healing took a lot of time, but it went smoothly with you on his side. Washing his hair for him, lecturing him for trying to cook you food while his arm wasn’t even healed, and allowing him in your personal space at all times since he was “still in pain”

“Y/n” he said from the small room, sitting you down between his legs

“Now we get to make a vase for us” he smiled

“I’ve gotten one every single day for three years and it stops now?” You joke

“You still get flowers” he smiled, kissing your cheek from behind, he tied your hair for you and guided your hands along the clay

When you finished the vase you sigh and felt fingers run along your back, you laugh and try to brush off his finger but he only laughed and continued.

“I. L. O. V. E. Y. O. U” he spelled out along your back and you smiled, shaking your head

“And I’ll remind you everyday” he smiled, picking you up as you laughed at his fingers tickling your sides, the vase left to dry

And everyday he reminded you, he never let you forget. Especially now. He held your shaky hand as you read your vows through tears and he traced in your palm “I. L. O . V. E. Y. O. U”, using his other hand to wipe away his tears that fell quickly

You threw the bouquet into the crowd, the same looking one he brought back the night he kissed you, once you threw it he greedily took you into his arms and kissed your cheek as you laughed.

“You were my one selfish act” he smiled, tracing the ring on your finger. You smiled and couldn’t say anything, tears blocking your throat

“What, you want me to spell that for you Mrs. Castellan?” He joked, trailing his fingers on your back before tickling your side just to hear the laugh that was worth more than his entire existence

“Luke come on! The weddings going to start!” You yelled, the shared house between you and Luke was a comfy place to be in, too comfy that Luke had fallen asleep.

“Luke I’m leaving without you” you called out and began walking but you heard rushing heavy footsteps following behind you, you attempted to run but he laughed and brought you into his arms, his tie still untied and his eyes barely up

“Hand the keys over” he demanded without letting you go, you and him joked and laughed while making your way out the door, he grabbed the key from the table that was laid right next to the vase you two made after he finished healing.

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So cute! I did not read over this I was just writing and zoning out trying to think of what to write next. I did a lot of time skips because I had no idea how I would go on about filling in the gaps so I apologize for that! I feel like I haven’t posted in awhile besides the one I posted yesterday so this being a post the next day is very rare. Hope you guys enjoyed, kisses kisses!💋

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can you do a dc smau of how the boys (you can choose if it’s the batfam or not!) would react when they find out reader is struggling financially! they notice that she had to sell damn near her whole closet, wore one pair of shoes the whole year, lack of hanging out due to her getting 2 jobs, etc. And honestly.. she doesn’t really want to ask for money since she thinks it’s highly rude and doesn’t want to depend off of her boyfriend’s money (like a gold digger basically)

Dark Times

featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Roy Harper

warning: fainting, burn out mentioned, the boys being sweet

✧˖° 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛

✧˖° 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

✧˖° 𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒

✧˖° 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒

✧˖° 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡

✧˖° 𝑅𝑜𝑦 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑟

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

I think you just had your baby, prolly explains why you like hadnt posted for five days straight..

“We got matching tattoos.”

Batboys x Reader;costume party

No baby yet, im due in under 2 weeks.FINALLY!! Im so sick of this😭😭😭Sorry for disappearing.Been sitting on my ass eating cake.HAPPY PRIDE GAYS AND THEYS!! Based on me and husband we loveeee Halloween and dressing up

Bruce Wayne

Morticia & Gomez Addams

•Bruce is absolutely a Gomez.

•Sharp suit, slicked-back hair, dramatic devotion.

•He spends the entire night kissing your hand and acting like you’re the most fascinating person in the room.

• Everyone assumes the costumes were your idea.

•They weren’t.

•Bruce researched couples costumes for three weeks.

Hades & Persephone

• Bruce in dark formalwear.

• You in something beautiful and spring-themed.

•Somehow manages to make mythology look like a black-tie event.

Batman & Catwoman

•Only because everyone keeps suggesting it.

•Bruce is embarrassed the entire time.

•You think it’s hilarious.

⸻

Dick Grayson

Commits way too hard

Rapunzel & Flynn Rider

•Dick absolutely volunteers to be Flynn

• Spends the whole evening quoting the movie.

•Tries to recreate every pose.

•Gets kicked out of at least one photo booth.

Princess Bride

•You as Buttercup.

•Dick as Westley.

•Dramatically:

“As you wish.”

Every ten minutes.

•The entire night.

Robin Hood & Maid Marian

• Dick loves costumes that let him be athletic and flirt simultaneously.

•Somehow turns the party into live theater.

⸻

Jason Todd

Refuses at first. Ends up winning the costume contest.

Han Solo & Leia

•Jason complains the whole time.

• Secretly loves it.

•Walks around with his arm around your shoulders all night.

“We’re not doing couple poses.”

•Five minutes later he’s doing couple poses.

Beauty & the Beast

•Specifically because everyone tells him he’d make a good Beast.

•Offended.

•Then realizes they’re right.

The Mummy (Rick & Evie)

•This is PEAK Jason

•Sarcasm.

•Protective husband energy.

•He actually enjoys this one.

⸻

Tim Drake

Nerd. Massive nerd.

Howl & Sophie

•Tim immediately suggests this.

•Claims it’s because it’s a good movie.

•It’s actually because he wants an excuse to wear the dramatic coat.

Peter Parker & MJ

•Casual.

•Easy.

•Comfortable.

•Tim appreciates not having to wear something ridiculous.

Link & Zelda

•Tim spends weeks researching game-accurate details.

•You accidentally create a line of people wanting photos.

⸻

Damian Wayne

Takes costume accuracy personally

Romeo & Juliet

•Damian thinks this is cultured.

•Everyone else thinks it’s hilarious watching him recite Shakespeare seriously.

Anastasia & Dimitri

•He secretly likes the aesthetic.

•Will deny it under oath.

Aragorn & Arwen(Lord of the rings)

•Damian takes one look at the costumes and decides they’re perfect.

•Noble.

•Elegant.

•Slightly dramatic.

•Exactly his taste.

•If someone compliments your costume:

“Thank you.”

• If someone compliments his costume:

“Obviously.”

[thesuperiorrobin]

“Do you think we’re best friends in every universe?”

The sudden question has Damian raise his brow, his head turning slightly towards you as he tilts it to the side in confusion. You two sit side by side, legs dangling over the edge of the building.

“What a bizarre question,” he mumbles, watching as you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, “what brought it up?”

“Dunno,” you shrug, placing the small cup of ice cream beside you, “I read somewhere that if you dream about someone, and they look slightly different, you’re getting a small glimpse of them from a whole different universe.”

“You dream about me?” Damian asked, stunned, mouth slightly open as he pointed at himself. He hears you hum, nodding along with a small cheeky grin on your face.

“Yeah!” You laugh, legs loving back and forth as the balls of your feet come in contact with the brick walls, “a few times actually. You were a girl in one of them. You’ll make a very pretty one by the way.”

“Oh, how lovely,” he groans, head turning to the side to avoid eye contact. His skin feels warm, and he’s sure his ears have a slightly red hue to them by now. “I assume this is something that’s been popping up on your for you page on TikTok?”

“Yep!” you nod, taking a glance at him one last time, before your eyes avert up towards the moon. To Damian, you look much more relaxed, and there’s a long pause before you continue, “I think we soulmate a little too hard in this universe, that the other universes had no choice but to make us best friends in others!”

soulmates.

Damian’s heart skips a beat at the single word.

He says nothing, eyes glancing at the side of your face as you smile up at the moon. He clears his throat softly—catching your attention. Your head snaps towards him, eyes shimmering from the moonlight. Damian finds himself smiling at you, and his fingers find yours. You don’t pull away, always giving him a confused look—smile never leaving your face as you do so.

“Is that what you truly believe?” He asked, his grip tightening slightly, no hesitation as you nod at him. Smile widened as you let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah! It’s a little crazy, but I like to believe it’s real!”

“Then I believe it too”

Damian needs to get out of the friend-zone

[lvlyu]

I can’t stop crying I hate myself

[suigenerisisadiva]

Friendly Neighbourhood Boyfriend!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Batsis!Reader

Summary: the progression of your relationship with Peter Parker aka Spiderman :))

CW: unedited, sibling behaviour, vigilantism, comic peter intended (Amazing Spiderman run) but you can imagine any you'd like (i smushed the academic thing in here from Tom Holland's spider-man i loved the premise)

You and Peter first met through academic competitions between Gotham Academy and Midtown.

Debate club, decathlons, science competitions, the whole academic weapon lineup.

The first thing Peter noticed about you was how terrifyingly smart you were.

The first thing you noticed about Peter was that he apologised to inanimate objects.

“Did you just say sorry to the chair.” “I hit it kinda hard.”

You became friends stupidly fast.

Mostly because you were two insanely intelligent people who genuinely enjoyed learning.

Study sessions with Peter became your favourite thing without you realising.

You’d spend HOURS together at libraries, cafés, Wayne Enterprises labs, or sprawled across his bedroom floor.

Peter gets SO excited studying with you.

Like this man is giggling because you understand his chemistry references.

“WAIT, you know what molecular orbital hybridisation is?” “Peter, I’m literally top of my chemistry class.” “…I think I’m in love with you.” “What?” “What?”

The both of you are very “parallel play” coded too.

Sometimes you’re not even talking.

Peter’s building something at your desk while you annotate essays beside him.

Comfortable silence.

The kind that feels domestic before you’re even dating.

Peter tries SO hard to hide being Spider-Man from you.

Keyword: tries.

Meanwhile you’re literally Nightingale.

The amount of suspicious things this man does is INSANE.

Peter disappears randomly CONSTANTLY.

“Peter where are you going.” “Bathroom.” “You brought your backpack.” “…Emergency bathroom?”

He also has the worst excuses imaginable.

“Why are you bleeding.” “Lab accident.” “Peter you’re holding web fluid.” “…Science accident” "Whatever let me help you at least"

You start putting pieces together frighteningly quickly.

The reflexes.

The bruises.

Spider-Man suddenly appearing in Gotham more often (he knows he shouldn't swing to your house but he didn't think anyone would catch him what a flop)

Peter catching things before they fall without looking.

One time he literally catches YOU mid-fall without thinking.

Then spends ten minutes panicking because he reacted too fast.

Meanwhile Peter is ALSO catching onto you being Nightingale or some sort of superhero.

You move too quietly.

Know too much about vigilante activity.

Randomly vanish during emergencies.

Have combat reflexes no civilian should possess.

The mutual identity denial is genuinely hilarious

But you do both tell each other you're heroes , and it was actually a good thing because not only are your joint patrols are very fun, you two bond over hero life, and you can cover for each other in times of crisis.

So in a way, revealing your identities got you two closer.

May LOVES you.

Like immediately.

Peter mentions you ONCE and suddenly May’s asking questions.

The first time you visit their apartment, May basically adopts you instantly.

You help cook dinner and suddenly she’s emotionally attached forever.

“You never help me chop vegetables.” “Because you almost cut your finger off last time, Peter.” “THAT HAPPENED ONCE.”

Peter watches in horror as his aunt likes you more than him

“So when is Y/N coming over again?” “May.” “She’s lovely.” “May.” “Do you like her? Because I think she's a dear” “MAY.”

May absolutely starts referring to you like family before you’re even dating.

“Tell Y/N I said hello!” “May we're literally just friends.” “Mhm.”

Your family notices SOMETHING is happening.

They just don’t realise it’s Peter.

Nothing really changes after you start dating.

Duke is the first sibling to physically SEE you together.

Midtown’s debate team comes to Gotham and Duke spots you and Peter sitting together between rounds sharing fries and laughing over something on his phone.

Peter looks at you a lot.

Duke notices IMMEDIATELY. “…Oh, somebody got game.”

He doesn’t say anything though because honestly?

He thinks it’s funny.

Duke also notices Peter leaves things in your car.

Hoodie.

Water bottle.

Stark Industries pen.

A physics textbook with his name written inside.

“Why does your car look like a Midtown locker room?” “Mind your business Duke”

Tim catches you and Spider-Man together during patrol one night.

Perched on a rooftop.

Sharing takeout.

Spider-Man’s mask rolled halfway up and you give him a kiss.

Tim just slowly backs away. “…I saw nothing.”

Tim ABSOLUTELY knows.

But he refuses to snitch because the blackmail potential is too valuable.

He had a hunch when you did a smash or pass round and you went smash for spider-man

Damian notices Peter before anyone else notices your behaviour.

Specifically because Peter keeps showing up at the manor, without anyone driving him.

Usually when Bruce, Dick, and Jason aren’t there.

Coincidentally when YOU are home.

Damian is deeply suspicious.

Peter is TERRIFIED of Damian.

Like genuinely terrified.

“Why does your little brother stare at me like that.” "Wait which one?" "Damian." “Oh that’s just his face.” “I think he wants me dead.” "That’s actually improvement.”

Damian eventually finds out completely by accident.

Peter swings into your room through the window one night, full Spiderman gear, expecting you.

Only to be met with Damian, who is sitting on your bed reading.

Silence.

Absolute horrible silence.

“…You're not Y/N.” “…No.”

Peter immediately tries leaving through the window again.

Damian throws a batarang into the wall beside his head.

“SIT.”

Damian threatens him for approximately twenty minutes straight.

Full assassin interrogation style.

"What intentions do you have with my sister?"

Meanwhile Peter is sweating through the Spider-Man suit.

Then you walk in.

Pause.

See Peter.

See Damian.

Immediate realisation.

"…Damian let him go.” “Sister, your insect has breached manor security.” “Damian don’t call him that."

You bribe and threaten Damian into secrecy.

"I'll buy you a months worth of those vegeterian portobello mushroom burgers you like if you don't snitch." "My silence cannot be bribed" “If you tell anyone I will replace all your swords with foam replicas.” “…You wouldn’t.” “Test me.”

Damian keeps the secret entirely because he loves you AND because those burgers are buss.

Also because Peter awkwardly trying to impress the family is hilarious to him.

The MOST unexpected person to find out is Jason.

Because he walks into the library at like 2am looking for a book—

And finds you and Peter making out against the shelves.

Peter nearly dies on impact.

Jason just blinks once. “…Finally.”

You stare at him horrified.

“You’re not mad?” “Mad? Bruce has been so close to arranging billionaire blind dates for you, it's a miracle you found someone”

Peter looks deeply alarmed.

Jason pats Peter’s shoulder.

“Congrats on the boyfriend thing. Bruce’ll stop stressing now.”

Then he ALSO keeps the secret.

Mostly because he thinks your panic is funny.

Alfred knew from the beginning.

Obviously.

It’s Alfred.

You are not outsmarting that man.

Dinah knew almost immediately too.

Mostly because you started talking about Peter constantly.

Then pretending you weren’t.

“So… Peter.” “What about him.” “You are dating right?.” “Don't tell my dad please.” "My lips are sealed honey"

You've decided to let the rest of your family just find out normally, you were not going to tell them any time soon, especially your dad.

He already gives you side eyes when you mention Spider-man

He hates it when someone comes into his city and he's lowkey growing sus of you

but alas, he'll wait for you to come to him, or to find out in some random ass way who knows.

Peter is very content in your relationship

and besides, all the crimefighting is worth it because he gets to do it with you <3

a/n: should i do part 2 guys or like an actual fic, also apologies for how shit this was sorry guys

divs from cafekitsune

[invincibledc]

Need pinkiepie!reader getting tutored by Damien but she keeps getting distracted so everytime she gets something right she gets candy so she wont get distracted

HYPER-FOCUS

D.WAYNE X PINKIE PIE!READER

synopsis: when having trouble to focus, Damian brought out a trick that he knows will help you

genre: small story

a/n: help cause my tutor back in middle school did this to me cause of my adhd 😭

“Studying is sooo boring!” You exclaimed, your poofy pink hair bounced with a head tilt as you looked at Damian, who wore glasses for this tutoring session.

“Y/n, you haven’t even answered a single question correctly in the past fifteen minutes,” Damian called out, looking at you over his glasses frames whilst you blew hair out of your face.

Again, once distracted easily, Damian could only sigh with a scowl on his face.

“Tt. I swear you are troubled with focusing.” He said, but of course, you were too busy spacing off. Damian could only glare at his beloved friend before he had an idea that popped into his mind.

He got off his bed and went into a drawer.

There was a compartment that was labeled “y/n’s stash” that was perfectly untouched. It was always filled up by him, you, or Alfred. But now it was gonna be needed for this time of emergency.

He grabbed Starburst, and the minute he pulled it out, he looked behind him to see you staring him down. You were just on the bed, and now you were somehow by him just by seconds.

“Whatcha doin'?” You asked in a cheery tone, your eyes bright, looking at him before looking at the candy in Damian’s hand.

“I’m going to do a little trick for you.” He said his face was still, while you gasped dramatically.

“Oooh, I love tricks!!” You exclaimed with clapping hands.

You jumped up and down as Damian went over to his room desk. You skipped over to him. When you reached the reach of his arm, he grabbed you to sit down in the chair he had in front of his desk.

You blinked simultaneously as Damian kept a hand behind on the back of the chair.

“If you get any of these questions right, you will earn candy.” He said sternly, his green eyes staring directly into your own eyes.

You nodded quickly, eyes blaring more with happiness and joy at the thought of eating some candy.

Damian just stared at you blankly before letting out a smile on his face as he started to lecture you. He has you do a quick couple of questions

He double checked your answers, and when he saw that they were correct. He smiled and gave you a pink starburst.

You shoved that juicy square candy into your mouth and smiled in ecstasy at the flavors melting on your tongue.

Yeah, this trick will definitely help you.

Aftermath— you yelled at Damian as you grabbed the starbursts from his hand that held a tight grip. Damian yelled back, but you gobbled down the whole pack as Damian tried to control the monster he just released.

[dominobike]

wally west is so drooling emoji like boy come be my baby bail me outta here like dominic my other husband fike said in hi grace like UGH just marry me already cause I love love love silly boys like you and connor stoll ofcofc but also like damian wayne is so my other type and arab like me and he's just so ughhhh he's like ethan nakamura lowkey and in dc even dick grayson sometimes but mostly just wally and damian like BRUH I could sing thousands of dominic fike lyrics about them (and dominic fike ofc) but then you have the pjo boys I love including connor, percy, leo and ethan like BOI I'm just straight up yapping here but UGH I'm so patheticly loveless

[hon3y0logy]

Suffocating Nights || Prince!Damian x Princess!Reader

You’re being married off to what the people have named Heartless Prince. Rumor has it he has no emotions but what happens when you’re in a crisis at your betrothal ball and he extends a helping hand.

a/n: this is inspired by the Pirates Of The Caribbean scene between Jack and Elizabeth where she fainted from her corset and he cut her out of it.

You felt like you were suffocating from the inside out. Fake smiles plastered across every face in the ballroom, glittering gowns sweeping over the marble floors as if they screamed look at me. Every congratulation felt rehearsed, every compliment laced with jealousy. Young noblewomen clung to their mothers’ arms, barely hiding the bitterness twisting behind their smiles because your family had secured the one thing they all wanted most, a permanent place beside Prince Damian Wayne.

For all you cared, they could have him.

He was rude, pompous, painfully blunt, and carried himself as though everyone around him existed several steps beneath him. Being around him was exhausting.

As the orchestra swelled and conversations blended together, your breathing grew uneven. The lights above smeared into streaks of gold. Everything felt too loud, too bright, too close.

“Congratulations, dear. I wish you a long and prosperous marriage.”

“Princess Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful tonight. Have you thought about—”

“Oh, you look ravishing. Prince Damian must be thrilled.”

“Where is your fiancé, dear? I’d love to congratulate the two of you together.”

You pasted on a smile, trying to fight your way through this long, endless night. But that last question caught your attention it’s a way out, a way to a small escape of freedom, even if it is for five minutes.

“He must be greeting the other guests,” you said smoothly. “I’d love to go find him for you.”

Before anyone could stop you, you slipped from the ballroom. Your heels clicked sharply against the marble floors, the sound echoing through the empty corridor behind you.

Your head spun violently. Your body felt as if it wasn’t as your lungs burned. At this point you were gasping for air.

Every breath came shorter than the last.

By the time you heard footsteps somewhere down the hall, panic had already clawed its way into your chest. You shoved open the nearest door and hurried inside, slamming it shut behind you.

The room was dark but you could make out little bit by bit as your eyes adjusted, it’s a library.

Moonlight spilled through towering balcony doors, casting silver across rows of bookshelves. You stumbled toward the light with one hand pressed against your ribs.

Perfect, you needed air.

You burst onto the balcony with a broken gasp, inhaling deeply, but no matter how much air you pulled in, it still wasn’t enough. You felt trapped inside your own body.

Your vision blurred as tears pricked your eyes, you gripped the stone railing needing stability. The lights below smeared together while your trembling fingers searched frantically around your chest and waist wondering why nothing was helping—the corset!

It was too tight, far too tight...but it was too late.

A choked sound escaped your throat as you collapsed to your knees, clawing desperately at the jeweled fabric digging into your ribs. You silently prayed begging for a divine intervention, someone or something to help you out of this.

Panic consumed every coherent thought in your mind. Four maids had dressed you tonight. There was no way to remove it yourself, without assistance you were doomed. Your vision darkened at the edges as you felt your body sway. You were prepared to hit the ground but it never came…

Your fading mind barely registered movement as someone lifted you effortlessly and laid you against something soft, likely one of the library couches. You felt your body being tossed and heard fabric tearing. Cool air finally touched reached your skin through your loose undergarments. The crushing pressure around your waist loosened.

Your lungs expanded sharply.

You felt a hand steadied against your shoulder.

“Breathe.”

That voice…it was low and vaguely familiar. You dragged in a shaky breath, then another, your body jolting violently as air finally filled your lungs properly again.

When your vision cleared, a face emerged from the moonlight above you.

His features focused and you realized it was your finance…

• Damian’s pov •

Damian was trained to be observant. To be a leader you had to be quick on your feet. You had notice things faster than the average citizen. He had detected your discomfort long before anyone else did, he just believed you were being dramatic.

While the nobles drowned themselves in music and expensive wine, he watched from the edge of the ballroom with narrowed eyes. You smiled when spoken to. You laughed when expected. You curtsied gracefully beneath the weight of diamonds and expectations alike.

Damian found the entire event insufferable. The music was too loud, the conversations meaningless, and the people orbiting the two of you like vultures made his skin crawl. Half the women in attendance stared at him like he was some kind of prize to be won, while the other half stared at you with poorly concealed envy.

Down right pathetic. Still, he tolerated it only because he had no choice. His father threatened him if he didn’t behave himself.

His eyes swept the room but he kept an eye on you the entire time. That’s when he noticed a change.

Your shoulders stiffened, your fingers twitched against your gown, your breathing became uneven as your chest rose and fell in an unnatural way.

At first, Damian assumed you were simply overwhelmed by the attention. Most royals were weak-minded when it came to pressure. He expected you to excuse yourself eventually and compose yourself like everyone else did.

Instead, you looked terrified. Your face was flustered and your skin had a soft sheen of sweat. The realization made his brows furrow.

He watched another noblewoman corner you near the center of the ballroom, speaking endlessly while you nodded absently. Your eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit.

Then suddenly before he could blink again you fled. Damian’s gaze followed your retreating figure as you disappeared through the ballroom doors.

Nobody else seemed to notice, but of course they didn’t they were too busy talking about themselves. Damian exhaled sharply through his nose, irritation prickling beneath his skin. He should have ignored it if you wanted a moment alone, it was none of his concern.

Yet his feet moved before his mind fully caught up. He downed the rest of his drink sitting the empty glass on a servants tray.

The distant sound of your heels echoed through the halls, uneven and rushed. By the time Damian turned the corner, he caught sight of you stumbling into one of the west wing rooms before slamming the door shut behind you.

He speculated before but now he knew something was wrong. He approached quietly, gloved hand resting near the dagger concealed beneath his coat.

Then he heard it. Gasping followed by wheezing, it sounded like someone drowning.

The breaths were sharp broken and desperate.

Damian’s expression darkened instantly without hesitation, he shoved the door open.

The library was dimly lit, silver moonlight pouring through the balcony doors left slightly ajar. For a brief moment, he couldn’t find you. Then he saw your silhouette crumpled near the balcony railing. Your body shook violently as you clawed at your waist, struggling for air.

Damian froze. He took a split second analyzing your body, his eyes landed on your waist. Your hands clawed at your waist. He thought for moment—your corset.

It was restricting your breathing.

“fool,” he muttered under his breath, though the insult lacked any real bite.

You didn’t even seem aware he was there. Your vision had already begun to unfocus, Damian noticed your body began to waver.

Damian crossed the room in seconds. Just as your body tipped sideways, unconscious, he caught you effortlessly against his chest.

You weighed almost nothing. Carefully, he lowered you onto one of the library couches. Your breaths came shallow and weak, each one worse than the last he was running out of time. Damian pulled the dagger from beneath his coat. With precise movements, he sliced through the front of your dress reaching down to your corset, careful not to cut you. He cut through the expensive fabric without hesitation. The moment the pressure loosened, your body jerked sharply beneath his hands.

“Breathe,” he ordered firmly, supporting your shoulders. “Slowly.”

But you barely hear him. Your eyes had rolled shut completely, for the first time that evening, genuine alarm struck him.

“Y/N!” No response.

Damian gritted his teeth and tilted your chin upward, forcing your airway open. One hand remained steady against your back while the other loosened the remaining fabric around your ribs. Then finally a sharp inhale tore through your lungs. Your body jolted violently as air rushed back into your chest.

“There you are,” Damian murmured quietly.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. You look disoriented and dazed, but he can see you slowly coming back. Then your big glossy eyes landed on him, moonlight illuminated the sharp angles of his face.

“…Damian?” Your voice came out so weak it stirred something in his chest.

“You nearly suffocated.”

His voice was harsher now, irritation masking something deeper. His hands remained on you anyway, steadying you when another shaky breath rattled through your chest.

You stared at him in stunned silence.

Because Prince Damian Wayne—the rude, arrogant man who could barely tolerate anyone was now looking at you like you had just scared years off his life and that scared you.

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[froggibus]

— Emergency Contact

Includes: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Jason Todd & Roy Harper

Summary: when your current boyfriend abandons you with nothing but your phone, he's the first person you call

Content/CW -> gn! reader, abandonment, hurt/comfort, dehydration,

— requested by anon

froggi yaps -> i bombed my interview so badly today i really needed this comfort ;-; i feel like these kinda suck but this piece was kicking my butt so badly i just needed to get it out :p enjoy

Dick Grayson:

Dick’s sleeping when you text him, the incessant buzzing on his nightstand cutting into the sleep he desperately needs. It had been a long night last night and he didn’t make it home until seven in the morning, going to bed even later than that.

Still, he forces his eyes open and rolls over, grabbing the phone in his hand. He blinks away sleep when he sees the messages are from you, one after the other, each increasingly more panicked. 

He’s on his feet in minutes when he reads them, tugging on the nearest clothes he can find and collecting his keys off his nightstand. Opening his phone to track your location, Dick’s on the road in minutes.

You’re sitting under a tree when he finds you, alone and overheating in the middle of a desolate trail just outside of Bludhaven. He calls your name before he approaches, shuffling carefully towards so as not to scare you.

“Dick?” You blink, exhausted from the heat.

He crouches at your side, pressing a hand to your forehead like you’re sick. He sighs, shaking his head and fighting the urge to hunt down your shitty boyfriend and give him a piece of his mind.

“Fuck, he just left you here like this? Do you even have water?”

You shake your head. “He had the backpack,” you explain. “Said I was too slow…”

Fuck, what an asshole. He never deserved you.

Dick helps you to your feet, keeping an arm around your waist to support you. Your steps are shaky, your breathing uneven—clear signs of dehydration. 

It’s a long trip back to the car, ending with Dick carrying you on his back. You’re relieved when he finally sets you in the passenger seat, cranking the air conditioning for you. 

He passes you a water bottle from his cupholder. “Here, have this.”

You drink half of it in one go, the water helping the dryness that has your throat swelling.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Tired, sad.” You frown, “I feel dizzy.”

Dick puts the car in drive, peeling away from the parking lot and driving back to the city. “You probably will for a while, with how long you were in the heat.” 

It’s silent for a while, the exhaustion setting into your bones and a new sort of tiredness weighing over you. You rest your head against the door of the car, letting your eyes flutter closed.

“Come hang out with me, yeah?” Dick finally breaks the silence. “Need to make sure you’re okay.”

You catch the undertone of it, the part that says: physically and emotionally.

You hum in agreement, letting yourself fall back asleep on the door of his car. Dick waits until he’s sure you’re out cold before leaning over and rubbing a thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he mumbles more to himself than anything, “I’ll take good care of you.”

Jason Todd:

Jason’s busy when you call, knee deep in a group of goons in the way of your boss. Still, it’s you calling him, and he doesn’t dare leave you waiting.

“Hello?”

You sniffle into the phone, the distant sounds of gunfire making you raise a brow. “Jay?”

He frowns, fighting his way through the men while talking to you like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “Are you crying?”

It’s a jumble of words that comes next, each one bleeding into the next and filled with sniffles. Jason strains to hear you through the comms piece in his helmet, the gunfire and sounds of violence almost enough to drown you out. Still, he gets the gist of it. Fuck, he’s going to lose the target. But he can’t just leave you there.

He sighs, “I’ll be there in five.”

You’re pacing when Jason pulls up, soaking wet with the cold rain hiding the hot tears on your cheeks. If only the rain could hide the redness in your eyes and the way your lips have pulled into a pout.

It’s more than a twenty minute drive from where Jason was to the shitty, dingy bar your boyfriend abandoned you at. Jason made the drive in five, in the rain, on his motorcycle.

“T-thanks for coming,” you sniffle out.

Jason looks around, forcing himself to take deep breaths despite the anger surging in his chest. “You sure that ass—he’s not coming back?”

You shake your head. “He said we’re done.”

Jason shakes his head, showing off the fresh red mark under his chin. You frown, reaching up to run your thumb across the bruised skin beneath his stubble. He’s ditched his Red Hood getup, dressed only in his usual cargo pants and a t-shirt. Raindrops slick over his exposed biceps.

“Let me take you home, alright?”

You nod and then he’s ushering you towards his bike, thrusting his spare helmet into your arms. You buckle it over your head, Jason turning around and tugging the strap to make sure it’s tight.

You look at him through the open visor, blinking away the raindrops that cling to your skin. “Jay?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think you could…stay with me for a bit?”

And he knows he shouldn’t, that he has other things to do tonight, an obligation to himself and this city. “Yeah,” he says, “I can stay a while.”

It’s hours later that you’re asleep on Jason’s lap, head resting on the meat of his thighs. He should’ve left a while ago and yet, he can’t bring himself to go. 

Still, watching you lay like this in his arms, warm and dry from the rain your boyfriend left you in, anger still swirls in his stomach. How dare he leave you like that? You could've gotten mugged or hurt or worse, and the very thought has Jason clenching his jaw.

Yeah, he’ll have to pay him a visit later.

Wally West:

Wally’s smile dies the minute he picks up the phone and hears you sniffling on the other end of the line. “Hey, what’s going on?”

It’s an unintelligible mess of words that follows, filled with choked sobs and occasional moments of silence. Somehow through it all, Wally manages to get the gist of it: you and your shitty boyfriend got into a fight on the way home, and he abandoned you at some gas station.

Alone. In the middle of the night. With nothing but your phone.

Hot rage sweeps through Wally and before he knows it, he’s running.

One minute, you’re staring at the screen of your phone, sobbing hysterically. The next, Wally West is at your side, looking just as outraged as he is concerned. 

“He did what?”

Seeing your teary eyes and the pouty look on your face only makes him angrier. He clenches and unclenches his hands, forcing himself to breathe. 

The anger melts away when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, sobbing harder. “I don’t—I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Wally is careful to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush with his body and kissing the top of your head. It’s been so long since he’s gotten to hold you like this, since he’s gotten to care for you, he selfishly drinks it in.

“Let’s get you home, hm?”

You sniffle, peeling your face back just enough to look at him. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“My place, then,” he flashes his best reassuring smile, “don’t worry, doll, I’ll take care of you.”

-

Two hours later and you’re settled on the couch at Wally’s, dressed in his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts. After an hour, he’d finally gotten you to stop crying and instead cuddle up with him on the couch.

Your boyfriend is yet to say anything, to even check in and make sure you didn’t get murdered. It leaves a bitter taste in Wally’s mouth but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little hopeful, too.

It’s when you fall asleep that Wally snaps a picture of the two of you, your head nuzzled into the crook of his arm. He grins as he types, trying his best not to laugh while he drafts the message to your boyfriend. He reads it over once before hitting send, nodding in satisfaction.

Don’t worry, I’ll clean up your mess.

Roy Harper:

It’s late and Roy wishes he was asleep, and instead, he’s driving an hour away to some random highway where your boyfriend—hopefully soon to be ex—abandoned you on the side of the road.

His hands are clenched tight on the wheel, thoughts racing a mile a minute. His foot is pressed harshly into the gas, each minute that passes only increases his anxiety. He’d asked you to stay on the phone with him but that was before your phone died and your location stopped updating.

He can only hope you listened to him and stayed put, and that no one else comes across you before he does.

Luck is on his side when he spots you pacing back and forth on the side of the road. His foot is on the brake immediately, slowing the car down to a stop just a few meters ahead of you.

You make a break for the car, settling into his passenger seat like it’s somewhere you belong. And to Roy, it is. 

He frowns when he sees the tears in your eyes and the way you’re shaking from the cold night. “You alright?”

You sniffle, “barely. I’m freezing my ass off.”

He nods, flicking on your heated seat. He moreso meant the whole being abandoned in the middle of the night thing, but given your closed off demeanour, decides not to push it.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” you say quietly.

Roy drops a hand from the wheel, gently squeezing your knee. “You did nothing wrong, that asshole just never deserved you.” Not like I do.

You blink. Maybe he has a point.

And now that he’s started, Roy’s not sure he can stop. “What kind of man just abandons you, alone, in the middle of the night? Don’t you think you deserve more than that?”

“Roy…”

“Seriously, babe,” the pet name slips out so easily that neither of you notice it, “don’t you want to be with someone who loves you properly?”

“Roy,” you say again, more warning than anything.

“God, I take much better care of you than he ever has.”

“Roy!”

He breathes heavily, the gravity of what he just said sinking in. The silence in the car is hot and tense, broken only by the crackling of the heat coming through his vents. Roy slows the car, pulling over to the side of the road.

For a moment, you’re worried he might leave you, too. But then he’s grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, touch equally scorching as it is delicate. He’s not even sure what he’s doing until he’s leaning in and brushing his lips over yours, the taste of your chapstick like an old friend.

“All I’m saying,” he says quietly, “is that you deserve someone who takes care of you. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

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[winxclubfanatic]

shy!reader x obsessed peter headcanons

obsessed peter! who, whenever he has a chance, sneaks you into every conversation because he can barely go an hour without talking about you

obsessed peter! whose lockscreen is a picture of you from your first date because you just have to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning

obsessed peter! who absolutely hates whenever you complain about a pimple or a nonexistent flaw about yourself because he thinks you’re an angel that’s descended from heaven

obsessed peter! who doesn’t care if he cooked something the night before, will order whatever you want

obsessed peter! who coordinates his outfits to what you’re wearing because you’re the main attraction and he’s the accessory

obsessed peter! who insists you have a fashion show whenever you go shopping without him, so he can judge your outfits and watch you change

obsessed peter! whose social media is basically a fan page for you

shy!reader who thanks to peter has come more out of her shell since they started dating

shy!reader who depends on peter a lot in social situations since they’re stressful for her

obsessed peter! who carefully plans their dates so that you can be comfortable

obsessed peter! who stopped going out every weekend so he could spend time with you

obsessed peter! who spends weeks apologizing when he upsets you accidentally or not

shy!reader who forgave him two days after the argument, but lets him grovel because she likes it

shy!reader who loves how obsessed peter is with her because it’s not that creepy obsession that borders on dangerous

a/n: as promised!!! i hope you all enjoy.

[kurogxrix]

Tropical vacations with Damian Wayne HEADCANONS

Vacation with Damian includes… him ABSOLUTELY refusing to buy one of those tourists straw hats at the beach while your head is burning 40 degrees under the sun.

You end up getting it anyways. He caved and burrowed it from you after 30 minutes under the tropical sun.

Damian’s more of a cabin in the woods/rental rather than a hotel kind of guy because it’s far more private. Damian’s idea of comfort and relaxation most definitely isn’t a place crowded with people.

Also, he’ll be closer to nature that way and can be his inner Snow White in peace.

No zoos, definitely no zoos. But you both do end up visiting a couple of wildlife sanctuaries. By the end, you’ve successfully gotten 200 pictures of Damian getting his cheeks pulled at by a monkey.

Definitely see Damian as the type of guy that dresses like a local to the point where people know you’re tourists only because of you. Also because you’ve dragged him through hundreds of local shops and now he’s got his hands full of bags.

Damian is the type of man on vacation that doesn’t bother leaving space in his suitcase because he knows he’s only bringing back MAX 3 souvenirs.

He keeps his second suitcase empty for you.

Vacations with Damian quickly turn passionate because he enjoys the fact that no one is here to bother or interrupt the two of you. No work, no saving Gotham, just uninterrupted time with you in a foreign bed.

He’ll give you the night of your life and leave you limping but still expect you to be up and running by 5:30am sharp because you guys have a hike that needs doing.

Damian pretends like he didn’t plan much when whole time he was hunched up on the Batcomputer night and day trying to plan the best vacation for you.

He’s had to fight his family not to intrude your trip, but he doesn’t tell you that much because then you’d feel bad and in turn it’ll make him feel bad. You already know how it’ll end, and next thing you know, the whole family would be there cramping up your cabin.

Vacation with Damian Wayne includes feeling bummed out on your beach chair because every woman in the vicinity is staring at him since the second he slipped his shirt off.

You can’t blame them, setting sun rays shinning on those delicious abs, there’s even drops of water dripping down to his v-line and you lowkey have to restrain yourself not to bone him in front of all these women.

Queue a confused Damian as to why you’re sulking at him for ‘being too hot’. He rolls his eyes at first but then he starts thinking that he’s actually ruining your trip and pulls you to his lap.

In front of…everyone.

You’re ashamed that Damian had to go out of his comfort zone just to appease your childish sulking, but there’s something so satisfying in the way the women roll their eyes at the sight.

Also, your back against his brick-wall of a chest feels amazing and you’re not sure you care about anything else at that moment.

Damian’s utterly embarrassed when you ask some grandma passing by to take a picture of you both along the shore with your digital camera, but the sight of you so giddy makes up for it.

She did take killer pictures though.

Damian does everything. From surfing, to jet skiing, to parasailing. You’ve got to have a strong heart to date someone like Damian.

Vacation with Damian means seeing that side of him that he rarely shows, even to you. He’s relaxed and offguard and it makes your heart swell all the most.

He definitely ends up befriending the local cat and HAS to end up saving one animal while he’s there.

Also, you have to fight him not to bring back every damn stray he sees back to the manor.

You’re not sure how you’re supposed to fit 6 dogs, 2 cats and one huge fuckass iguana back in the jet, but apparently that’s something you’re supposed to figure out.

“Don’t worry about it” becomes your favorite line on vacation. There’s nothing too expensive for Damian Wayne, and nothing too heavy that those beautiful muscles you’re currently drooling over can’t carry back to the room for you.

Damian opted out of a tour guide so you both could take all your time exploring. Also, so he could stop at every single point of interest to sketch them out.

He definitely sketches you secretly every time your eyes are lost on the horizon. He even writes little notes at the bottom like “She’s entranced by a toucan, might have to get her one back home” or “ Fell in a river slipping on a mossy rock after i told her 15 times to be careful. Still looks beautiful as ever, even with algae in her hair.”

If you two aren’t already married yet then Damian would definitely consider proposing to you on holiday. He doesn’t want to do anything half-assed though, so when you do end up going back home, he’ll spend the next months planning the best trip for you and start looking into rings.

Don’t expect to spent the whole day lazing about though. Even if Damian means to be relaxing, his routine makes it so that he’s never idle for too long.

If you want to spend one day resting up in your rental, don’t be surprised when he’s gone by 5am to go hiking or at the closest gym.

Anyways…just make the mental image of Damian with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. He’s got sunglasses on and the sunset’s hitting his complexion perfectly. You’re surrounded by greenery and you’re absolutely in love.

-

A/N: fun fact that nobody gaf abt but english is my third language after creole and french.

[iivrae]

The crowd cheering

walker scobell x singer!guitarist!reader

note: there's probably some mistake pls don't come after me and my first language isn't English

"It's actually kinda hard to believe that you have such a cool girlfriend, that is going to perform in front of all these people" Leah tease Walker as they approached to catch a good spot

"I'm mean, what can I say I'm a lucky man" He said with a soft smile at the thought of you singing

"Uuh I'm so excited to meet her, when you first told us you were dating her I was literally counting the days until you finally introduced us" Dior said with bright smile on her face

"I think someone is fangirling to much" Charlie said giving Dior a slight side eye with a smile

"You cannot say that that her songs are bad, those are the best songs I've heard in years" giving him a gentle tap on the back

When they finally reach the spot they waited until the concert started

When the concert finally started, you entered the stage with your guitar in your hands, when the crowd started cheering you wave them, and look around to see if everything was good and you aproch the mic and being talking

"I'm so happy to see you all here today, I hope this will be a day all you remember" as the crowd cheer as you stared singing

When you finish your 4 song you decided to stop for a moment and talk a moment to the crowd while your band was getting ready for the next song

"How are you guys doing in this beautiful day?" You said and being to look at the crowd, until your eyes landed on a blonde blue eyes, not so far from the stage but a little far away to notice him right away

When you look at each other you gave him a bright smile smile which he gave back to you and finally you blow him a kiss and talk once more

"This next song is for someone who I love with all my heart, and that is actually here in crowd" You said starting playing with your guitar

When the concert ended you when to talked to some fans that wanted to meet you and take some photos with you

After that you were going were Walker told he will be with his friends, until suddenly you suddenly got lifted up in the air, you led out a small scream, and look and the arms that were holding you, you now knew who was it and slowly stop being scared

"Walker can you put me down please?" You said with a smile and you finally touched the floor

"How do you know it was me?" Walker said and gave you a quick kiss in the lips "Anyway I wanted you to know my friends"

After they all introduced themselves, all of you were talking about different things

"Oh, Y/n do you want to go with us later to eat" Aryan said

"i think I don't have anything to do" You said with a smile

Walker got a little closer and whisper something in your ear

"That's good, because I can't imagine thinking about all night thinking about that song you dedicated me without you being beside me" He said looking at you and playing a kiss on your forehead

dividers credits: @uzmacchiato

hiii everyone, how are you doing???, I know I haven't been active but I'm at finals and i have a physics exam on monday and I really really need to get atless a 8 on that exam to not fail the subject ( I think I don't actually need the 8 but is better be save)

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percy jackson x reader

percy takes you on a date to the beach and then you get ice cream together but the ice cream ends up on both of you instead.

- beach day

percy asked you earlier this morning, he thought it would be a fun thing to do since it was the start of summer and you both had been stuck inside camps for ages.

you arrived at the beach and it was beautiful, the sea was so clear you could see through it, the waves moving across the sea was so calming to look at.

there was people, but not too many, all sunbathing, eating various different foods, or in the water.

percy giggled next to you hand in hand with a smile beaming down at you. “oh my gods i can’t wait to go into the water!”

“okay perce calm down, you haven’t but suncream on yet” you rub his knuckles.

“fine but quick! i dont wanna miss out!” he pleaded places the beach towels onto the sand, his being a combination of blue stripes, whilst yours was different coloured polkadots.

you unzipped your beach bag and swiftly got the suncream out placing it in percy’s hand.

“thank you sweet angel” he said as he opened the bottle and squeezed a dollop onto his palm.

“of course perce!”

he handed the bottle back to you and was already running towards the water.

you applied some of the liquid to your skin making sure you were protected from the sun. and then you ran after him.

he was already in the water now with his arms opened as much as he could. you climbed into the with ease as you both span around in the water as it rocked against both of you.

“woah percy look at those ice creams!” you point towards a little pink and yellow pastel truck.

“dam its almost bigger than my ice cream i got down here” he grabbed your hand and pointed towards his starfish swim trunks.

“ew percy, thats digusting!” you scream just barely managing to get out of his grip.

“wait angel im sorry lets go get ice cream now” he swam up to the shore and shook some water off his now drenched curls.

in the ice cream truck, they had a bunch of different flavours, all extremely colourful, and the topping where even crazier. sprinkles in any colour you could imagine, bright red juicy cherries, an assortment of sauces and even waffle accessories for on top.

you got a mint chocolate chip and percy got cotton candy with sprinkles as it was the closest blue he could get.

you trade ice creams because percy’s was curious about yours, “what the hell why is it so chocolatey, i don’t like it take it back please angel.” he handed it back to you instantly.

some of percy’s ice cream had dripped into your finger so you wiped it onto his nose. earning yourself a tickle to your ribs and also some ice cream smeared on your cheek.

chills shook through your body and he continued to wipe some on your legs, you then grabbed the rest of his ice cream and coated his entire face with it.

afterwards you were both soaking in ice cream you decided to go back into the water to wash it all off.

wrapped in percy’s arms again he kissed your face until free of ice cream and you both swayed in the ocean listening peacefully to your surroundings.

“angel… i think my back is burnt…”

HEYYYY GUYS im so sorry i’ve left you guys for ages im hopefully going be posting a lot more soon!! i would love any requests for percy and etc…

should i make a part 2 for this let me know!!!

i love writing for percy and summery things in general so i would definitely do more of things like this

i hope you all have an amazing summer love you millions 🩷🩷🩷

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