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As a heads up: almost all of my fics aren't proofread!
❤︎ oneshots
Don't care to watch the story unfold, hate feeling like I'm not in control
⤿ rivalry but secretly in love trope, fem reader & daughter of Aphrodite, Google Translate used for Spanish
You absolutely despised Leo Valdez. Okay, maybe that's coming off a bit too strong, but you still didn't like him. he always has to make himself better at everything than you, and it drives you insane. After a conversation with Piper, you now believe that you have feelings for Leo, as he has feelings for you.
When Disco plays our tune
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, high school au
You and Leo didn't have the best dance skills around the school. Did that mean you weren't going to dance at homecoming together? No, obviously!
Who knows how long I've loved you, you know I love you still
⤿ fluff, fem reader, college au
When Leo feels left out, you're there to keep him together, even if he isn't your boyfriend (yet).
❤︎ blurbs
Red, white, blues in the sky, summers in the air, and baby, heavens in your eyes
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, romantic pairing, multiple characters, but all separate blurbs
Blurbs about being with the 7 for the 4th of July!!
❤︎ headcanons
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ tarot cards are still being drawn for this section...
❤︎ event specials
"This movie is really scary, but you're into it, so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but, what is that–?!"
⤿ fluff, gn reader, blurb
"I can't get over how just a few months ago I wanted to learn our name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater." & "I wanted to say I love you for the first time without stuttering, but, that failed."
⤿ fluff, gn reader, blurb
"You have something in your hair, uhm...do you want me to get it out?"
⤿ fluff, gn reader, college au, blurb
"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half because I know you're going to look so good, and I need to try and match up."
⤿ fluff, fem reader, blurb
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As a heads up: almost all of my fics aren't proofread!
❤︎ oneshots
When you're all alone, I'll reach for you (when you're feelin' low, I'll be there too)
⤿ comfort with minimal hurt, gn reader, college au
Jason comforts you, who is overwhelmed by schoolwork due to finals.
We both like apple cider, but your breath is smellin' like fruit punch, and I don't even like you that much — wait I do, fuck
⤿ fluff, reader being a tad overdramatic (sorry, it adds to the plot I swear), fem reader & daughter of Poseidon
You and Jason had just started dating. Neither of you was ecstatic about telling your brother, Percy, about your relationship. So, you did the most reasonable thing two demigods could think of: try to pretend you're just friends around him.
Not a lot, just forever, intertwined, sewn together
⤿ fluff, fem reader
Jason isn't always the best at verbally showing his love to you, his girlfriend. He makes up for it by showing you how much he loves you in other ways.
❤︎ blurbs
Red, white, blues in the sky, summers in the air, and baby, heavens in your eyes
⤿ fluff, hinted fem reader, multiple characters, but all separate blurbs
Blurbs about being with the 7 for the 4th of July!!
❤︎ headcanons
You'll be my American boy, American boy!
⤿ fluff, fem reader
fluff headcanons with our favorite American boy, Jason!
Taking hits for you, cause I wanna feel like I'm supposed to
⤿ comfort with minimal hurt, gn reader, college au, arguments, but more so the aftermath
Headcanons for when you and Jason get into arguments
❤︎ event specials
"Your lips are really warm."
⤿ fluff, gn reader, blurb
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As a heads up: almost all of my fics aren't proofread!
❤︎ oneshots
We wanna talk about sex, but we're not allowed
⤿ hurt with little comfort, fem reader, part 1 out of 2, romantic pairing
You and Percy have been dating for around a year now. Even with this milestone, you feel like he is always choosing Annabeth over you, even if he isn't aware of it. tonight, you decided to confront him about it, ending the night not knowing where your relationship stands with him.
But I'm in so deep, you know I'm such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger
⤿ pure fluff, small trope of two people avoiding their feelings for each other even though it's obviously there, fem reader & daughter of Apollo, romantic pairing
Percy invites you to spend an evening at camp by the lake with him. And you definitely do not have any feelings for him. nope, not at all. He just has a really cute smile, that's all.
While the others talk, we were listening to Lovers Rock
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, mentions of alcohol and drugs
You weren't one for parties, so how you found yourself at a Hermes cabin party was beyond you. At least your crush for a couple of years was there too.
You have a mythological beauty, you have the eyes of someone I have seen
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, college au, bathing together but not sexually
As college students, your days were filled to the brim with classes and work to be done. Percy, and you still manage to find time for each other, even if it is just a bath.
Cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed — if you want to, only if you want to
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, college au, Percy's a lover boy (but he is in all my fics sooo..)
Doing skincare with your boyfriend, Percy.
That the sun had risen — to my window, my world, of my home, sweet prison
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, college au
Pranking your boyfriend, Percy, with the trending 'current boyfriend' prank
Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night — Signs and wonders, Perseus aligned with the skull
⤿ fluff, fem reader, injures, reader has anxiety
One of Percy's main love languages was physical touch; everyone could see that. But what everyone didn't see was the small movements he would always do with his hands when it came to you. Or, two mini blurbs about how Percy's hands always seem to find you.
❤︎ blurbs
Red, white, blues in the sky, summers in the air, and baby, heavens in your eyes
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, romantic pairing, multiple characters, but all separate blurbs
Blurbs about being with the 7 for the 4th of July!!
❤︎ headcanons
I think we're one of the same, I don't think we could help it (no, I don't think we could help it)
⤿ pure fluff, sibling trope, fem reader & daughter of Amphitrite, platonic relationship
General headcanons for Percy and a sibling (or half-god sibling) reader
❤︎ event specials
"Wait, don't pull away...not yet."
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, blurb
"You look so comfy; and cuddle-able"
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, blurb
"It's just, I can't believe you're wearing my clothes."
⤿ pure fluff, fem reader, blurb
"No mom, don't tell them I said that about them!"
⤿ pure fluff, gn reader, blurb
"You can't leave without letting me hug you first."
⤿ pure fluff, gn reader, blurb
"You can call me whenever you want...even if you don't have a reason to."
⤿ pure fluff, gn reader, blurb
Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night — Signs and wonders Perseus aligned with the skull
₊˚⊹♡ Percy Jackson x Fem. Reader
Synopsis: One of Percy's main love languages was physical touch; everyone could see that. But what everyone didn't see was the small movements he would always do with his hands when it came to you.
Or, two mini blurbs about how Percy's hands always seem to find you.
Content Warning(s): reader gets a small concussion while being on a quest, reader is said to have anxiety & has a small anxiety attack, soft Percy cuz that's how I always write him (...whoops), not proofread :,(
Author's Note: okayyy so this fic is a bit of a warmup to get used to writing again bc of the long ass break I just took lmao. I'm planning on writing the P2 to the angst Percy Fic, but I don't have any full ideas for it yet, so I wrote this to hopefully inspire some ideas for that (if any of you guys have any ideas for what I should write for P2, I would greatly appreciate it!!)! :)
There were habits Percy always did with his hands around you—always subconscious, never on purpose, but always there. His hand finding the small of your back whenever you are just the right distance apart, covering the sharp corners of surfaces when you bend down, massaging your shoulders after a Friday of capture the flag, his hand always resting on your thigh when you two sit together, thumb rubbing small circles into your skin.
Usually, you didn't put much thought into the actions. When you first started dating, you noticed. How could you not? You asked him about it, why his hands always seemed to find you whenever you were near. He replied with a shrug of his shoulders and that stupidly handsome grin. "Don't wanna have you drift away from me, y'know?"
You laughed it off with a blush already making its way across your face. After that, his actions drifted to the back of your mind. It became a custom for the two of you: Percy would reach out to you, always silently, always gentle.
The quest was supposed to be an easy one.
If a God tells you that—specifically a God of war who goes by the name of Ares—then it probably isn't going to be. To Ares' credit, it was going fine, until a hellhound appeared. The other times you've dealt with hellhounds, it's been fine; it wasn't necessarily easy to take one down, but it was manageable without getting injured. However, when it appears out of nowhere when you're already blinking away stars in your vision because of the amount of running you've done in the past day, it gets trickier.
You tilted your head back, hitting a tree with the back of your head—you think it might be a sycamore tree, you were in that type of forest, right? Watching through a blurry vision, you could make out the shape of Riptide gleaming in the unnatural way it always did in the dark, along with the slow falling golden particles of what used to be the hellhound, gleaming from the faint glow of Riptide.
"Hey—hey sweetheart, can you hear me?" You heard Percy ask, and oh, his voice was a lot softer than usual. It always got softer around the edges with you, a warmth that he only showed to a few, that being his mortal family. But now? It was all warmth, honey-coated, and vanilla sugar. At least you think that's a good way to put it—it was hard to have a fully coherent thought with the throbbing in your head. You blink slowly, finally registering the words. The throbbing becomes more intense as you attempt to nod, so you croak out a weak, "yes," in response.
Percy exhaled quietly, nodding to your single word like it had changed the entire trajectory of his life. "Okay, that's good. That's really good." One of his hands came up to the back of your head, gently pushing it away from the trunk of the tree, cradling the back of your head. "You took a pretty good hit there, yeah?" He prompted, though it was more of a thought to himself rather than to you.
Before you could even attempt to reply—although you hadn't even heard him—he continued. "Let's get you somewhere else. How's that sound, pretty girl?" You attempted to roll your eyes, having only picked up on the part where he called you pretty, because how he was calling you that right now was beyond your imagination. That, however, only resulted in a low groan emitting from you. Percy grimaced at the sound, his other hand coming up to gently be at your waist to prop you up onto your feet. After a moment of struggle, you were standing, although most of your weight was leaning onto him.
You might've passed out after that; you honestly weren't really sure. You came back to reality silently, blinking away the familiar fog that's always there after an injury. Squinting, you could see the stars shining in the sky, twinkling as you stared at them. So, if you did pass out, it hadn't been for very long—it was still nighttime.
Your attention shifted from the night sky to the heat next to you. Percy was sitting next to your lying form, fast asleep. His head was tilted forward at an awkward angle, and his face shifted slightly every few moments. One of his hands rested in his lap, lightly gripping his own jeans, probably a form of self-comfort as he had the normal demi-god dreams. As your eyes slowly went over his whole form, you realized that his other hand was glued to your wrist.
His hand placement wasn't random either; his fingers aligned perfectly where your pulse was. His fingers pressed against the skin of your wrist—not in a rough way, but in possibly the gentlest way possible for someone. The rest of his hand held your wrist in a loose grip, the obvious attention being on your pulse point rather than your hand. You smiled lightly and slowly brought your free hand to Percy's hand, returning the action by pressing softly into his skin on his pulse point, feeling the steady movement of his heart.
Finding yourself inside the Poseidon cabin wasn't unusual; in fact, it was more common to find you there than in your own cabin. Although you loved your own cabin, especially your siblings, the Poseidon cabin was a safe space for you. With the sound of the lake lapping softly against the shore, the smell of old wood and ocean salt, and the breeze that drifted through the always open windows—it was the perfect place to relax.
Today, though, it felt like you were hiding in there more than relaxing. Your breath was coming out unevenly, no matter how many times you tried to count to five, breathing in, holding, and then breathing out. You would hold the pattern for one round of counting and then get overwhelmed again.
Nothing specific happened that day either, making the overwhelming sense even worse; you didn't have a reason to be like this, today was a good day.
You took another shuddering breath, hands leaving where they were holding Percy's sheets to hug your knees instead. The pattern of you trying to breathe in and out slowly but choking up halfway through continued for what felt like hours but was probably around twenty minutes. Being trapped inside your own world that consisted of counting to five, you didn't hear the loud approaching footsteps of Percy.
"Hey, sweetheart, you huddled up in here? Will said you disappeared as soon as your shift at the infirmary ended—" Right. The infirmary was where everything started being too much. The smell of cleaner with an underlayer of dried blood, the nonstop mutter of voices that were always an octave too loud, the rustling of sheets from patients. You took a shuddering breath as you thought about being back there.
At the sound of your breath, Percy's steps came to a halt. For a moment, he simply stared at you, huddling up against the back of his bed, knees drawn to your chest with your hands hugging them. Quickly, he moved, kicking off his sandals as he scooted into his bed. He sat crisscross in front of you, head ducked down slightly so he had a clearer view of your voice. "Hi, pretty girl," he whispered. "Are you okay?" He gently asked, not making any move to touch you just yet.
It took a few seconds, maybe even a minute, before you responded. You shook your head slowly, responding with a no. "M'sorry, I don't know what's—" You started before Percy gently shushed you.
"Hey, none of that, 'kay? Whatever you're feeling is fine for you to feel." He muttered, hand coming up to rest on your bare ankle. You nodded before choking back tears, although some had already started to fall down your face. Percy gave no verbal response to your tears, but his grip on your ankle tightened slightly, thumb now rubbing small circles into your bone.
The two of you sat there in silence, with the only sounds being your shuddering breaths and the noise of the lake just outside. As your breath started to pick up once again, Percy started talking again in that soft, gentle voice reserved for few. "Let's do something together, yeah? How's that sound, sweetie?" He prompted, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your knee. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. Percy smiled at your nod, squeezing his hand lightly on your ankle as a response.
"Can you tell me five things you hear?" He asked, moving so he's slightly closer to you.
You frowned, thinking of a response, letting go of the breathing pattern you were trying to follow for so long. It took you a few moments, but you eventually muttered out small words, which Percy hung onto. "I—uhm—I hear the lake," You started, voice uneven and cracking slightly at the end.
Percy nodded lightly in response, once again pressing a kiss to your skin, this time your lower leg. "Good job, pretty girl."
Hearing his response prompted you to continue. "The windchimes on the deck, people talking, my breathing, and uhm—" you paused, finally looking up to Percy instead of your lap. He smiled softly at you, nodding for you to continue. "And you," you finished, moving one of your hands that was wrapped around your own knee to hold his hand that wasn't on your ankle.
Percy immediately latched onto your hand, grip firm but soft at the same time. "You're doing amazing, sweetheart," He whispered, carful to keep his tone at the same level you were speaking at. "Four things you feel?" He prompted again. This time, your head was slightly clearer, breath coming in slower bursts, but still slightly on edge.
It took you less time to answer. "My necklace, hair tie, uhm—my breath?" You say, having it come out as a question toward the end.
Percy smiled, "Keep going pretty."
You took another deep breath, realizing that Percy was also breathing in and out slowly, giving you a pattern to follow. "My shorts, and your hands," you finished, blinking away the last of your tears.
In response to your breath evening out even more, he took your hand that wasn't being held and kissed each of your knuckles softly. "Wanna keep going?" He prompted, watching you closely for a reaction. You nodded, hand squeezing his to add to your response.
Percy continued to gently ask you questions, your breath getting slower and more controlled with each passing moment. His hands always stayed on you; one gripping your ankle with a gentle grip, thumb going over your bone in careful movements, and the other holding your hand in a grip that was anything but rough.
Title lyrics from The Only Thing by Sufjan Stevens
Hey girlll love how enthusiastic you were about receiving requests!!! I humbly ask for an Insecure!Mike Wheeler x Fem!reader (she/her) with the premise of the fic being Mike feeling like he isn't very attractive at all (being bullied all his life, being quite skinny etc) and reader basically just telling him that's a bunch of nonsense and that she finds him perfectly attractive. Idk I like when men suffer a little 🥹 bonus points if reader dresses in either a goth or punk style but that's really just an extra!!!
(les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face, (les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
₊˚⊹♡ mike wheeler x fem. reader (season 5 centered)
synopsis: just because the world was practically ending, it didn’t mean that insecurities were forgotten—especially when it’s a teenage boy. luckily, said teenage boy, mike wheeler, has you to reassure him that he is completely enough just how he is.
cw: not proofread, under case intended, set before the actual events of season 5 but like right before if that makes sense, reader has a goth style but its very loosely hinted at, lowk short im sorry anon 😣
note from author: hihi!! thank you so much for the request! and yes, i 100% agree with you, i love it when men suffer just a little bit to 🙂↕️- i didn't know how to incorporate a goth style very much, so I think its more of a hinted thing/thing you can imagine; i hope thats okay! thank you again for the request, babes! (also like im js ignoring the entire ending of st and how mike lowk became a side character and did nottt lock in, so js pretend mike is still like a good character LMAOOO)
although a crawl happened earlier that night, you found peace in your bedroom once you snuck back in. your window was slightly open, letting in a night breeze, and your lavender incense was burning on your nightstand, filling the room with its aroma. technically, you should’ve fallen asleep an hour ago, when you got home, but the call of the book that was now in your lap was to much to resist.
as you flipped the page of the book, you were broken out of your imaginary world of pictures in your head by the sound of soft knocking on your window. you lifted your eyes from the paper and towards the window; the window, that was for the record, already open. there, you saw mike, with his dark curls and even more dark eyes staring at you like you held all the answers to the universe.
as the two of you made eye contact, mike lifted his arm up slightly, giving you a small wave. you breathed out a small laugh, smiling.
"what are you doing silly? come in," you said while smiling, book long forgotten as you made your way over to the window.
mike didn't verbally respond, but he climbed the rest of the way into your room once you gave your permission. "you could've just come with me after the crawl, y'know?" you said as you moved your window to only be slightly open again. "i wouldn't have minded," mike blew a raspberry as he plopped onto your bed, arms crossing over his chest.
at his lack of response, you looked more closely at him. your eyebrows furrowed as you saw his facial expression; he had unshed tears in his eyes, and his breathing was coming out in short, fast breaths. his cheeks were red, and you could see the remnants of tears that he most likely rubbed off before getting to your window.
"mike, baby, are you okay?" you gently prompted as you sat next to him on your bed, hands in your lap. quickly, you realized you probably shouldn't have asked that, as you watched his breath hitch and how he shrank more in on himself. he promptly lifted his hand to wipe at his eyes before sighing loudly.
you pressed your lips into a thin line, eyes scrunching as you watched him. huffing out a small sigh, you shifted your weight so you were more comfortable sitting on the bed and moved your hand so it rested on top of his own. "hey," you whispered to mike.
he sniffed, but shifted his eyes to yours after you had a reassuring squeeze to his hand. "it's okay that you're crying, but i wanna make sure that you're okay," you said in a low voice. "can you tell me what happened, baby?" you prompted, still in the gentle tone you've been using. at your question, mike shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. you sighed again, but not in annoyance —never in annoyance, but in a worrying and caring sense. it wasn't like mike to come straight to someone when he was in such a vulnerable position; he preferred to stay locked in his room and face people once the visible feelings were over.
you moved again, this time so you could lean back against your pillows that were leaning against the headboard. "c'mere," you muttered, nudging mike's thigh with your foot, inviting him into your embrace. mike, as it seemed, didn't need to be told a second time before he was moving himself, so he was slotted against you. his head found its place in your neck, and his arms wrapped around your waist; your arms wrapped around his own waist, and you moved your head so your nose was pressing against his hairline.
what seemed like only a couple of minutes was actually around thirty minutes. mike pressed into your neck, starting to let his tears fall freely now, with the occasional hiccup emitting from him. you would press occasional light kisses to his hair, and one of your hands was drawing small circles into his back.
the same hand that was rubbing circles came to a halt as you shifted your weight, so mike's face was more visible to you. "you okay?" you asked, receiving a small nod from mike in response.
"...sorry," mike muttered so lightly that you couldn't have heard it if the two of you were not as close as you were now.
you hummed in acknowledgment, but shook your head at the same time. "never—and i mean never, apologize for feeling things, michael wheeler," you said, tightening your grip on him to emphasize your point.
he huffed out a small laugh in response. silence filled the room, but not for long. "it's stupid, honestly," he muttered. you could feel his hot breath on the side of your neck as he talked, along with the slight hitch in his breath halfway through the sentence. "i guess, i was just—just thinking," he trailed off.
you raised your eyebrow. "mike, hunny, m'gonna need you to be more specific about that," you hummed, hand moving to his back again to draw circles.
"i mean, you’re just—you’re you, and i’m, me,” he trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders. "y'know?" he added after you didn't reply right away.
you shuffled out of your position with mike; the two of you were now sitting across from each other, but your knees were still touching. "mike, what?" you prompted, tilting your head to the side.
mike sighed—his eyes shut for a brief moment before opening again. "sorry, that uh, that sounded bad," he muttered, hand rubbing his face. "it's just—you're so, so amazing. people like, wave to you in the hallways, want to pair with you in class—you have a group outside of the party, and..." he trailed off again, eyes leaving your figure to roam around your room.
before you could talk, he continued his ramble. "you just, you know who you are. you walk into a room and know what you want, and how to get it, and it's just—i don't know how to be that," mike said, laughing at the end of the sentence, although it was hollow. "i don't know how to be a complete person,".
you blinked as you watched mike's eyes fill with tears again. you hummed, reaching your hands out to grab his that were resting in his lap. "mike, hun. wanna know a secret?" you asked, voice in a hush whisper. mike unintentionally leaned in at the same time you also leaned in. "i have no idea how to be a complete person either,"
mike blinked. you blinked. mike furrowed his eyebrows as you giggled. "what—" he started before you hushed him.
"baby, half the people that wave to me in the hallway, i don't even know the names of. i walk into a room and seem like i know what i want to do because that's what the world taught me to do—what was expected of me."
mike's breath hitched, and he didn't try to wipe away the tears from his eyes this time. "i guess i just want to be—be more like you. you're pretty, like really pretty, you don't get called frogface or get made fun of for your limbs being too long and awkward—"
before he could continue, you interrupted him. "mike, listen." you prompted. his eyes stayed set on your dresser, which caused you to lightly tap his hand with your finger. "i need you to actually listen to what im saying, can you do that for me sweetheart?" you muttered, leaning forward toward mike. you could comfort him all you wanted, but if he didn't absorb your words, it was pointless.
mike nodded—a small movement that you wouldn't have caught if you weren't hyper aware of him. "first of all, you are so much cooler that pretty much everyone in hawkins. you have interests that—yeah, sure they're different—but it's what makes you, you."
"you think i would've fallen in love with someone who follows the crowd?" you asked while laughing to yourself slightly. "i wouldnt have, for the record," mike smiled slightly in response at your words, but didn't say anything.
"and—genuinely, who cares about your awkward limbs? you're a teenager, you're still growing into your body. plus, i think it makes you cute," you whispered the last part, nudging your knee into his.
"even if people call you things like frogface, i—for the record—think you're like really, really pretty," you said, watching as a slight pink stains his cheeks. "not only are you pretty, but looking at you reminds me of a safe place. it reminds me that there is somewhere i can look to for everything, even if it is a small thing."
"it reminds me that even with all the chaos happening around us, we'll be together and it'll all be okay," you whispered, finishing talking with leaning forward and pressing a light kiss on the side of his jaw.
mike laughed lightly as the pressure on his jaw; after blinking away his tears that haven't yet fallen, he leaned fully into you, bringing you into a tight embrace. "thank you," he whispered softly into your ear as the hug continued.
hiii you’re account is the cutest thing ever!!!! i would love if you could do something with favie mike wheeler, she her i would like!, and maybe something to do with like how with all going on in hawkins, they don’t really have a lot of time to take care of themselves, so they help each other with their wounds and maybe like give each other haircuts and just like take care of each other a lil!!!! super random but it seems so cute
if you fall, i will catch you, i’ll be waiting — time after time
₊˚⊹♡ mike wheeler x fem. reader (season 5 centered)
synopsis: hawkins, in its current state, was not the prettiest, and neither were you and mike. Finding refuge in your house, although for a short while, proved to be a time of slight solace that both of you needed, together.
cw: not proofread, lowercase intended, mike and reader being cuties, showing together but not sexual (more emotional romance), gentle mike, reader wearing just underwear (but again, not sexual),
note from author: ahh thank you so much for your nice message, anon! I love mike so much, he is genuinely one of my favorite characters in the show! hope this fic lives up to your expectations!!<3 (also, this is my first time writing for mike, so plspls don't get me if its a slightly mischaracterized fic of him, i apologize😭)
the wooden bathroom door creaked behind you, making you pause with your current situation at the sink: water mixed with soap spilled all over the counter, and your wet hands that still had leftovers of blood from a demogorgon on them.
"hi," you said, knowing that it was mike who walked in. everyone else was in your living room, and seeing how tired they were before you left for the bathroom, it was unlikely that they followed you instead of slipping into a short slumber.
"hi yourself," mike replied, now coming to stand behind you. "how are you holding up?" he asked, eyes roaming over your figure: the little makeup you had on was a mess, your hair was everywhere, and scratches and bruises littered your body.
you snorted, although not much humor was behind it. "i should be asking you that," you sighed. "but, i think im okay as i'm gonna be before essentially the end of the world."
turning off the water and rubbing the wet off on your jeans in record time, you turned to pull mike into a hug. mike immediately pulled you more into his embrace, making the two of you impossibly close. "how are you?" you asked back as your head found its place in his neck.
you felt his arms tighten slightly as you asked your question, but you didn't comment on it. "tired," he mumbled, and then a second later, "and scared." you inhaled deeply at his words, knowing mike didn't always like being so straightforward about his feelings. after a bit, you nodded, head still tucked into his shoulder.
"that's okay, y'know?" you asked, though it wasn't a question. "being scared, and tired for the record, is normal—completely normal, okay?" you gently said, kissing the little skin that was exposed on his neck.
mike sighed deeply, but nodded in response. "yeah—i know." he mumbled.
you laughed lightly. "uh-huh. i would love to believe you know that without anyone telling you that, baby." pressing another light kiss to his neck, you noticed two things: one, mike's hair was not doing great, and he, like you, had cuts and scraps on his skin. you let go of your part of the embrace and stepped back, mike making a small noise of protest from the back of his throat as you left the hug. "shower?" you hummed, tilting your head in the direction of the shower.
mike blew air out of his mouth, the look on his face looking probably the closest to happiness you had seen in the past week. "yes, god. that sounds amazing," he said, already shrugging his biene and hat off. he stopped his movements, looking back up at you. "shower together?" questioned, though both of you already knew the answer.
you hummed in approval, you yourself already having your shoes and jacket off.
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the hot water was a relief to your aching body as soon as you stepped into the shower. you figured that mike felt the same, as he let out a deep breath as he stepped in behind you. although the cuts on your body stung slightly from the hot temperature hitting them, you didn't pay any mind; the positives of the shower outweighed the negatives by a lot.
as you cupped water into your hands and splashed the water onto your face, you felt mike's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to him. "hi," you giggled, repeating your words from earlier.
"hi again, sweetie," he hummed. you leaned back into his back, and you felt his eyes roam your body—not in a sexual way, but in a worrying way. "i didn't realize you got that cut up," he whispered, his hands on your waist now avoiding the red areas. "d'you want me to turn the water down?" he gently asked (probably knowing from his own injuries that the water stung slightly—though he didn't mention how it hurt him—) although one of his hands was already moving toward the nob.
you groaned and pushed his hand back down. "jesus, no. the water is my lifeline right now," you said, but quickly added to your words. "i'll get the first-aid kit after we get out, 'kay?"
although mike didn't say anything, you could feel him physically rolling his eyes behind you. he hummed into your neck before pulling away. just as quickly as his touch was lost, it came back, but this time in your hair. the air in the shower quickly went from dried blood and sweat to dried blood, mixed in with the scent of your shampoo—which was a sweet, marshmallow scent. you let out another groan of relief and tilted your head back into his hands.
his hands gently kneaded through your knotted hair, being mindful of not pulling hard. he succeeded at not tugging for a total of a minute, before he tugged on an especially large knot. you didn't hiss or make any noise of protest, but mike did for you. "sorry, sorry, baby. didn't see that one there," he hissed, hands coming to a halt, before starting their movement again, albeit even more slower and careful than before.
you simply mumbled a slight "s'okay," that could barely be heard over the water pouring down before getting lost in the feeling of his hands on your hair again. this process was repeated for the next five minutes; mike washed your hair, with two rounds of shampoo (yes, you trained him well) and one round of conditioner, with the occasional apology from mike for tugging your hair harder than he was intending.
as he washed out the last of the conditioner from your hair, you moved so he would be in front of the water, and you would be behind him. you repeated the process he did on you. your hands in his hair were gentle as they slowly combed through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. as you moved through his hair, you realized just how long it had gotten. his black hair had grown far down his neck, and his curls at the top of his head went further out than they had before. jesus—how fast did his hair grow? this was simply unfair.
you finished washing out your conditioner from his hair, and, before you could speak, mike broke the silence that had enveloped the two of you. "let's not use the body wash, 'kay sweetheart?" he said. "don't want it getting into your cuts," he added, moving his head back so he could look at you. you nodded and looked at both of your bodies; most of the dried blood had gotten off from the pressure of the water, and mike was right—imagining your cinnamon body wash going onto the cuts sent a shiver down your spine.
just as the water was going from hot to a lukewarm temperature, mike turned the water off and quickly handed you a towel before grabbing one for himself.
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you sat on the counter, wearing a bra and panties—which you got from running to your bedroom quickly after getting out of the shower—while mike stood between your legs, still wearing a towel around his waist. the first aid kit was on the counter, and its contents were scattered around the case. mike worked quickly, but gently, on your cuts. most of them weren't too bad, but one on your shoulder was worse than the others.
as mike spots said cut, he makes a small, pained noise from his throat as his fingers gently caress the area around the wound. "how'd you get this one?" he asked in his small voice. he only ever did that when he felt like he should've prevented something from happening, protected you from it; that was something you learned early into dating him—mike wanted to protect you from every possible threat, but, when you're talking about hawkins and the shit that goes down here, you can't protect someone from everything.
your leg that was hanging off the counter gently kicked mikes leg. "hey—don't do that, silly. it wasn't your fault," you said. "it was just this tree branch, and i wasn't looking where i was going," you explained, although in honesty, you couldn't remember how you got it; the whole night was a blur for you.
mike sighed and didn't say anything in response as he gently rubbed the antibiotic in the center of it. you let out a small, shaky breath and tightened your grip on the counter. mike pressed his lips into a thin line, "sorry, sorry, should've warned you before i did that," he mumbled, eyes focused on the wound. you held your breath, and kept your eyes closed, as mike finished properly dressing the wound, and, as soon as he was done, both his hands went to yours and squeezed them.
"you still with me pretty?" he gently prompted, his lips quickly pressing a light kiss to your forehead. you nodded and moved your hands so that they were intertwined with mikes.
"yeah," you hummed lightly. "forgot that scratches that deep actually hurt," you laughed, but mike didn't laugh back.
he tilted his head to the side and frowned. "m'sorry, sweetheart," he mumbled. "can you—can you please tell me when this stuff happens?" he asked, thumbs rubbing over the top of your hand, or the parts of your hand he could touch while holding it at the same time.
you tilted your head to mimic him. "baby, you know that i'm gonna get hurt, right? i mean, i'm probably the least injured out of everyone right now," you said.
mike let out a small, shuttering breath. "yeah, yeah i know that. its just—" he took a deep breath. "i don't even know. i guess, i get scared that somethings gonna happen to you that i can't fix," he rasped.
you looked up from staring at your conjoined hands at his voice; tears were on his waterline, but he blinked them back so they wouldn't fall. "and—i know that you're strong, so strong, but i can't trust what will come from the upside down, and now the abyss."
you moved your hands out of mikes, and quickly pulled him into another hug. before you could talk, mike continued, "nancy almost died in the upside down, and holly—god knows what vecna's doing to her, both mom and dad are in the hospital, and—" he cut himself off as he took a deep, shuddering breath. "and, i just can't have anything happen to you." mikes head found its place in your neck, and you could feel the steady trail of tears now freely falling from him.
"i love you, so, so much—i know i can't protect you from everything baby, but god, i need you to be safe and make it out of this with me," mike whispered.
you pulled back as mike finished his sentence, and took one of your hands to pull his chin upward, although his eyes stayed on the counter as tears continued to fall down his pale skin. "mike—sweetheart, please look at me," you pleaded, your other hand also coming up to cradle his jaw. he took another shaky breath, but looked up at you, his bottom lip wobbling slightly.
"i need you to listen to me when i say this okay?" you gently prompted, thumbs slowly rubbing small circles onto the side of his jaw. he nodded after a second, still listening to your request to hold eye contact.
"when i say this i mean it; whatever we're gonna face, it's going to be together. we're going to stay by each other, every minute—every second, okay?" mike nodded, now leaning into your touch.
"i—none of us—have any idea what the abyss even is, but that's okay. its okay because we're going to be together, and it'll be okay. i don't know what is going to happen, but we have people—nancy, will, dustin, lucas—and we'll be okay, because everyone will be together, okay?" you explained. you knew you couldn't promise anything; dying was a complete possibility, but telling mike, and even verbalizing that thought right now, was not your best bet.
you leaned forward so your forehead was touching his. "we'll be okay, mike. we'll be okay," you whispered. mike nodded his head weakly hands coming up to overlap yours which were still on his jaw.
"okay." he whispered back.
the two of you stayed in the same position for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes. after you felt mike's tears slow, you gently pressed your lips to his, and pulled away. "now—we need to give you a haircut." you declared.
mike opened his eyes, and then blinked. "...what?"
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"mike! stop slouching, your hair's gonna be uneven," you giggled, hair scissors carefully in your hands. cleaning mikes injuries only took around ten minutes; he only had a couple scratches littered around his body, along with bruises.
he groaned and straightened his back—again. "sweetie, why do i need a haircut now?" he asked, hands coming to rest on your waist. the two of you had switched positions, and now you sat between his legs while he sat on the tiled bathroom counter.
"because," you huffed. "your hair's getting long, and i know that you wanted to keep it at the same length it was when you last went to the barber," you explained, remembering how the day mike got his haircut, he would not shut up about how he was going to lose it when his hair grew out again.
mike squeezed his hands that were on your waist. "you remember that?" he questioned. you raised your eyebrow at him, and he was quiet—okay, yes, maybe he didn't stop talking about it for around a week after his haircut.
his eyes studied your face as your eyes stayed focused on his jet black locks of hair. the only sound in the bathroom was the occasional snipping of your scissors, the heater that was on down the hallway, and both of your breathing mixing together. soon enough, you drew back the scissors from his hair, and looked proud at the outcome of his hair that was restored to how it looked right after his haircut. "there you go," you said, as you ran your hand through his hair to get the loose hairs out. now thinking about it, you probably should've done this before taking a shower, but whatever.
mike smiled and leaned down to kiss you on the lips. his hands on your waist moved to your back, and gently pushed you closer into him. you leaned back after a beat, and smiled as you made eye contact with him. "hi," you giggled.
he laughed lightly. "hi, sweetheart. you like saying that tonight, don't you?"
you rolled your eyes. "what's wrong with wanting to say to my pretty boyfriend?"
mike squinted his eyes at you. "i feel like i should be calling you that, pretty girl," he hummed, leaning down again, but this time leaving light kisses on your neck.
"mhm—whatever you say, pretty boy," you grinned.
suddenly, mike pulled away from your neck, and one hand cupped your jaw. "thanks for, uhm. listening to me. sorry that i got emotional earlier and stuff,"
"baby, there's nothing to be sorry for, i promise." you giggled. "if anything, i should be thanking you for being honest with me about being scared. it would freak me out more if you didn't tell me you were scared," you continued.
you quickly pressed your lips to his again before pulling away. "and remember—i'll be with you every single second we're there. i'm not going to go anywhere, as long as you don't." you said.
mike lifted his hand with his pinky finger sticking out. "pink promise?" he asked with his eyebrows raised and head tilted slightly.
you laughed, smiling as you linked your pinky around his. "pinky promise, sweetheart."
he smiled back, and before you knew it, the two of you were hugging again. "and, i love you, so, so much to mike." you hummed into his neck.
he simply kissed the top of your head gently, the two of you swaying slightly back and forth, him still sitting on the counter and you still standing between his legs in your house bathroom, the heater humming slightly down the hall, and snores from dustin being heard from the living room.
hihihi!!! yes they are 100%, I know that I've been completely mia since august, but life has finally calmed down a notch, so i'm writing again! :) thanks for asking, babes!!!
percy jackson ˒ annabeth chase ˒ grover underwood ˒ leo valdez ˒ piper mclean ˒ frank zhang ˒ hazel levesque ˒ nico di angelo ˒ jason grace ˒ will solace ˒ clarrise la rue ˒ luke castellan ˒ lester papadopoulos
·.༄࿔ stranger things characters
mike wheeler ˒ lucas sinclair ˒ will byers (only male reader) ˒ dustin henderson ˒ jane (eleven) hopper ˒ max mayfield ˒ steve harrington ˒ robin buckley (only female reader) ˒ nancy wheeler ˒ johnathan byers
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character you want writing for, pronouns you want used, general gist of what you want - mainly just want to have the basic ideas of your thought down so i write it correctly! (ps: i loveee it when you guys request something with a song in mind, its so so cute!!)
·.༄࿔ small disclaimers i tend to write (at least for this blog) in lower case, i WILL take time to get to requests - sometimes i don't have the motivation to write or i just hate how its coming out - so some requests might take a bit to come out, and most of my work is not proofread at all (it will state on the fic if i decided to go through the dread of proofreading)
"that the sun has risen --- to my window, my world, of my home sweet prison," - strawberry switchblade
₊˚⊹♡ percy jackson x fem.reader
⋆ college au & the idea that reader has an account with a following
⋆ tw. not proofread, percy is sappy in this but reader is too because that's always how i end up writing them (whoops...), i legit wrote this in like 20ish minutes so it's very very messy but i'm working with it
⋆ synopsis. pranking your boyfriend, percy, with the trending 'current boyfriend' prank
you pressed the red recording button on your screen; you were on your main tiktok account, and, from the idea of many fans, you were pranking percy. ever since you essentially soft launched your relationship with him, your followers had been begging you to prank percy.
who were you to deny your fans from what they wanted?
after the video had started recording, you pressed a finger up to your lips, signaling to your viewers to be quiet, even though they were sat on the other side of the screen. your eyes drifted over to percy, who was walking back over to the couch from the kitchen--a glass of water in his hands for you.
"here you go, pretty," he said, putting the glass down onto the coffee table in front of you. he tilted his head as he saw your phone in your hands, obviously recording something. "what'cha doing here?" he asked, plopping himself closer than needed to you on the sofa.
you smiled and moved your phone so it captured both of you situated on the couch. "just filming something they've been asking for," you said, free hand coming up to grab his hand. before he could ask further, you started speaking to the camera.
"since a few of you have been asking, i decided i would just make a video instead of just responding to some of you guys--just so everybody got the story," you started, percy moving himself so that his legs laid over yours as you spoke.
"me and percy--my current boyfriend--met at a statistics class freshman year," as you started your story, you felt percy shift next to you, and you could feel his eyes on you instead of the camera now.
"baby," he said, raising an eyebrow at you.
you looked over at him, hand squeezing his. "is it okay that i'm sharing this with them? you asked, knowing that wasn't the point of his interrupting your filming.
"of course i am," he said, hand squeezing yours back, but you could see a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite make out. "i'm more focused on the fact that you referred to me as your 'current boyfriend'," he said while laughing lightly, though you could tell it was just to lighten the mood for him.
it was your turn to raise your eyebrow at him. "well yeah? aren't you my current boyfriend?" you asked, keeping your tone to sound like you didn't get the point he was trying to make.
percy blew a breath out of his mouth. "yes, i am your boyfriend right now," he said, eyes going to your hands that were still intertwined instead of your face. "but, like, wouldn't it sound weird if i said you were my 'current' girlfriend to someone?" he asked, thumb rubbing circles onto your palm.
"that makes it sound like i'm not yours and you're not mine," he said, pressing his lips into a thin line, thinking. "it sounds like we're a temporary thing, and not a thing that is going to stay, which i think is something we can both agree we don't like the sound of," he rambled, eyebrows furrowing as his thoughts counited.
your giggling brought him out of his thoughts. "perce," you said, taking your hand out of his to softly grab at his face, "it was a prank, love," you laughed, "a lot of viewers have been asking i do that, and i couldn't help but give in," you counited.
"i'm sorry, my love," you giggled softly, bringing your face to his to press a light kiss to his jaw, and then his cheek. his eyes shifted from where your hands were once together to where your face was, eyes now twinkling with admiration.
"gods, are you telling me that my gorgeous girl was able to prank me that good?" he asked jokingly while laughing, bringing his face into the crook of your neck. "sorry i got so sappy there," he said.
"i just didn't like the thought of you thinking that we weren't something that was special and going to last," he mumbled into your skin, hands coming to rest at your waist.
you cooed lightly at the words percy said, "honey, you know that i would never think of us as something so little as that--"
"i love you so much, my pretty girl," he sighed, hands moving from resting on your waist to hugging it, bringing him impossibly closer to you.
you brought your head down to plant a soft kiss into his hairline. "i love you to so, so much, perce," you responded, the tiktok long forgotten as the five-minute recording ended and your screen went dark.
safe to say that your followers did not get that video the day you filmed it.
I am babes !!! my goal is to # not go m.i.a for the rest of summer break lmao 💔💔 I have a bunch of fic ideas sooo I hope that I can get those out soon and stuff !!! 🙂↕️
ALSO !! your account theme is soso cuteness I actually cannot handle it babes, it's so pretty 😞😞
"'cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed — if you want to, only if you want to"
₊˚⊹♡ percy jackson x fem. reader
⋆ college au
⋆ tw: literal fluff all over, not proffered, percys a lover boy but reader is also a lover girl sooooo…
⋆ a/n: guess who's back after basically going mia for likeee forever !! I am finally in summer break, meaning that my motivation came back for writing -- the last semester of school fully kicked my ass and I just didn't have the motivation to write anything for this blog, which I apologize for :( I am taking a summer math class this break, so I wont be posting a lottt, but my goal is to definitely post more !!!!
"wait—wait, it's cold," percy laughed, gently pushing your hands away. you had convinced percy (which was more like asking nicely) to do skincare with you. your routine was a consistent part of your day; it let you wake up in the morning, and mellow you down to fall asleep.
so, including your boyfriend in your sacred routine seemed natural.
"it's supposed to be cold, perce." you huffed, bringing your hands back up to his face. "it's an ice roller, like i said," you re-explained, holding percy's jaw with one hand while you started to move the ice across his face.
percy whined, but showed no signs of disinterest to your hands being on his face. "gods, why would you willingly put ice onto your face?" he asked, hands coming up to grasp the sides of your waist.
"because, perce, it feels nice. and, not to mention, it helps with puffiness and eye bags." you explained, moving your ice roller so it went under his eyes to go along with what you were saying.
his hands gripped your waist tighter as the ice got close to his eyes, and he squinted at you. "are you saying that i have eye bags, pretty girl?" he laughed, one of his hands going under your shirt. His thumb started rubbing circles into your skin, causing you to giggle.
"yes, percy jackson, i am in fact saying you have eye bags," you proclaimed, your unoccupied hand coming up to gently rub percy's undereye. "you need more sleep,"
"tell that to my professors, pretty," he laughed, moving his head so it rested in the crook of you neck.
you quickly pulled away. "percy! you're cold, we can cuddle later," you shrieked while laughing.
"and who's fault is that?" he laughed back, head still reaching for your neck.
"okay, okay, it was my fault, but we still have more to do," you giggled, hands coming up to his shoulders to push him back to his original sitting position.
he groaned, but quickly stopped once you stared at him with a deadpan expression. "what's next?" he sighed, eyes solemnly looking over at your skincare bag that was filled to the brim with all your skincare.
"only some moisturizer and then serum," you said, reaching over to your bag to shuffle through the contents.
percy nodded along like he knew exactly what you were saying before pausing, pressing his lips together. "wait, what are those again?" he asked, knowing full well that you told him before you started doing his skincare.
you have a mythological beauty, you have the eye of someone i have seen.
₊˚⊹♡ percy jackson x fem.reader
sypnosis: (college au) as college students, your days were filled to the brim with classes and work to be done. percy, and you still manage to find time for each other, even if it is just a bath.
tw: bathing together but not sexually, not really any plot I just wrote as I went, mentions of getting burned (from a candle), being naked but again not in a sexual way, percys down bad for reader but who's surprised, not proofread.
a/n: guys whosss back!! again, i apologize for not writing for so long, schools just been kicking my butt, as it always does. i really should be writing a research paper rn, but my wanting to write got way to big to ignore, so here we are!! i missed writing for this blog so much, sorry again for going m.i.a 😓
"hey, you." You muttered lightly as you walked into the living room. your online classes for the day—which meant finally being able to come out of your office you had been cooped up in all day. percy looked no less tired than you; he had a half filled out google doc open on his computer, but it looked like he hadn't made another attempt to write for a while.
his head moved at the sound of your voice, getting broken out of whatever trance he was in. "hey yourself," he hummed, hands moving from the keyboard to your arms where he started rubbing up and down. "how was your day?"
you sighed slightly, relishing in the feeling of percys hands on your arms. "same shit as always. our class got a new project, but she hasn't given out our groups yet."
percy winced, his arms coming to a stop so you could rest your hands on his. "im sorry, pretty. hopefully, you'll get a good group," he said, hand leaving its place on your arm to close his laptop. "i don't think thats gonna get done anytime soon," he stated, more to himself than to you.
you tilted your head slightly at that, but percy already responded to the question brewing in your head. "it's not due for another three-ish weeks. I'll get it done before then, promise," he laughed as you smiled at him.
"well," you started. "since it seems both of us are done with work for today, how do you feel about a bath?" you asked, watching percys face light up at the suggestion. you smiled at him again. "you can go start it and i'll make tea for us—i got camomile the other day at the store," you pulled away from percy and headed to the kitchen as you heard his footsteps fade into your bedroom.
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no sooner had the water started boling on the kettle did you hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. taking a bath together had become something both of you enjoyed doing; it allowed for your minds to process all that had happened throughout the day while enjoying eachothers company at the same time.
you quickly grabbed the two mugs from the counter that now held hot camomile tea and started your walk to the bathroom.
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percy was sitting on the toilet seat when you walked in, lighter in hand. you raised an eyebrow at him. "what are you doing?" you giggled, setting down the mugs on the counter.
"im trying to light the candle without buring my skin off, thank you very much," he said as he rolled his eyes playfully at you, gesturing aimlessly with the lighter, trying to prove his point.
"here," you hummed, grabbing the candle and lighter from him. percy could usually light candles for the first couple times, but if the wick gets to short for his liking, he ended up burning himself.
"i used the lavender bubble bath, i hope that's okay," he said, grabbing the now lit up candle from you so he could put it on the edge of the tub. you smiled at him, signaling that the lavender sent was fine.
percy stepped into the tub, and it was then that you noticed he had already taken his clothes off. he looked at you expectedly. "you gonna come in?" he prompted, raising his arm out of the water—showing off the bubbles that were already all over him.
"my gods, be patient perce," you joked, already removing your sweatpants and top. "you were in here for longer than me, and be grateful i made you tea," you said as he simply laughed in response. you quickly found yourself in the warmth of the water, now sitting facing percy.
"hi," he giggled, showing you his teeth.
"hi." you replied. the bathroom was casted in a warm glow from the vanilla candle lit, and the light sounds of water rippling only added to the blanket of solace that the bathroom was encased in.
"what are you doing over there still?" he asked, moving his arms under the water so that they now rested on your hips. "i wanna be closer to you," he said in a semi-whiny voice, hands slightly tightening their hold on you.
you giggled and pointed at his face. "i'll cuddle you—if you get the fake mustache off," you said, refering to the bubbles that were on his face; you didn't think he even realized it was there. before he could respond, you moved your hand to softly wipe away the suds of his face, his smile greeting you as you removed your hand.
you sighed and smiled back, moving your body so that you were now in between his legs, your back on his chest and head resting just below his chin. "happy now?" you giggled, feeling his hands come to rest on your stomach.
"very," he sighed, his nose coming down to rest on your head. "i didn't ask earlier," he mumbled into your head before realizing you probably couldn't make out what he was saying. "do you think we could go to that new flower shop this weekend?"
you hummed. "the one on the same street as that good pizza place?" you asked, your hands going to his arms to rub them soothingly; repeating the motion he was doing to you earlier.
"yeah, that one." he mused. "i wanna get mom and you flowers, there were pretty hibiscus flowers i saw," he countined, his thumbs moving in slow circles on your stomach.
you giggled again and moved your head to press a light kiss to his upper arm. "you just got both of us flowers, perce."
you felt him shrug his shoulders behind you. "maybe, but the two prettiest girls always need new flowers," he said so simply, as if he didn't just say the most precious thing you've ever heard.
"oh, and i put your favorite towels in the dryer so i'll go and get them before you get out,"
if your heart didn't explode from the previous statement, than this one most definitely did. you fully turned your body so you were facing him, and then you gently pressed your lips to his.
you pulled back, putting a hand to his chest as he tried to chase your lips. "percy jackson, the man you are," you stated. he simply grinned at you, looking into your eyes with nothing but love and devotion to you.
