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âsummary: The puck bunnies need a reminder of who's Dean's girlfriend.
âwarnings: fluff. and a little of make out but nothing heavy lol
âa/n: it's short but i needed to take this of out my head. And not proof reading, sorryyy
btw english is not my fisrt language so if you see any mistakes please let me know!
âI really have to goâ Dean says but he makes not real effort to push you away of his lap. âHmm?â You act innocent, bating your eyelashes at him. âI'm not stopping youâ
âYou are in my lapâ His hands are tracing circles in your hips. âI know, I have eyesâ âPlease move, you know I can't arrive later at the interviewâ He looks at his phone and then you, âAnd Logan is already planning to kill me if I don't arrive like nowâ His tone is serious but he stills holds you closer to him. âBut the place of the interview it's like 10 minutes from here, you won't be lateâ You whine, you don't want him to leave.
âBut Logan says the boys, jules and the puck bunnies are impatient too 'causeââ You lift an eyebrow at the word puck bunnies. You don't necessarily hate them but you don't like them either.
Who would like someone who's always trying to flirt with your boyfriend?
âSo are you desperate to leave just because your puck bunnies are waiting for you?â You cross your arms over your chest. Your lips moving a little forward, making a little pout.
And he laughs. âYou're so cute when you're poutingâ He tries to reach your lips with his but you move your head at the last moment. âI never say that they're mine, you said it, â You feel one of his hands moving from your hips, making it's way to your cheeks. âAnd besides, between you and meâ He lowers his voice as if he is telling you a secret, âthere's a girl who drives me crazy just by looking at her, so they don't stand a chanceâ And with his hand still in your cheek, he kiss you.
Is a slow and deep kiss. You can feel all the love he feels for you, because your love matches his. You fit perfectly together. When you break the kiss, you finally look at him.
And you can't help but laugh. Your red lipstick is all over his lips. Little stains in and around his mouth. You're about to clean him but then an idea cross your mind.
Before he can ask you what's wrong, you run from his lap to your bathroom, looking for your lipstick.
âHey are youââ And suddenly you open the door, a little agitated but with a grin from ear to ear.
âI don't want you to be late but let me kiss you one more time before you leave, is that okay?â You smile but your eyes can't hide you have a plan. And if he notices it, he says nothing. He leans his head down to you while you wrap your arms around his neck.
You peppers his face with kisses, too quickly and other too strong, making sure to leave your lips marks againts his cheeks his jawline and even some against his neck. You're kissing him with such devotion that he just stands there looking dumbfounded.
âOkay now you can leaveâ You brush his hair slightly with your fingers, making sure he looks presentable even if his face doesn't.
âText me when you arrive, byeeâ You practically throw him out of his own room without another word. You close the door in his face.
âOkay? See you later? I guess?â He's still confused by your behaviour but he wastes no time when another text from Logan buzz from his phone. And he runs to get there in time.
Inside the room, you're still smiling. Oh, you really wish you could see their reactions...
âJULESâ You scream with excitement. You fish your phone from the back of your shorts. And you have never texted so fast in your life.
'Jules pleasee record'
You can't even make a full sentence 'cause you know you're running out of time. He could arrive before you give them any explanation.
When you send the message, there's a single check mark.
âC'mon Jules, you and your phone are always togetherâ
You sit on the bed, waiting. One of your legs is bouncing. Where are you? After a two or maybe three minutes, they finally respond.
'The interview?'
You scoff, frustrated.
'Dean' it's all your reply.
And again, they don't respond immediately.
But this time, Jules doesn't write back.
'Jules sent a video'
This is gonna be good.
You throw yourself onto Dean's bed. Your arms resting on his pillow. You play the video and you instantly giggles like a little child.
The video shows Dean arriving late, everyone is there. The team, the interview staff and of course, the puck bunnies.
When they see him, they all react diferent.
The boys make fun of him, 'damn Dean, you couldn't even wait after the interview?', the interviewer says something about if he's gonna look like that on camera. And the girls, oh this is your favorite part.
At the background, you can see them, all looking disappointed and annoyed at the view of Dean's face, you can see them muttering something between them. They pretend they're okay but you know better. They're pissed. Good, that's how it should be.
â・ Ë mouth like that áľáľË˘áľáľĘłËĄâąË˘áľ
lowdown â youâre part of butcherâs crew, heâs the weapon they barely trust, and somewhere between missions, insults, blood, and bad decisions, soldier boy becomes the one person you should stay away fromâand the one person who keeps coming back.
ride or die â soldier boy x reader ( f )
miles â ~+50k (til the end) ride style â enemies-ish to lovers ; slow slow burn
danger on the trail â canon-typical violence, blood/injury, weapons, strong language, crude humor, sexual tension, eventual explicit content, toxic behavior, trauma/ptsd, references to captivity and torture, emotional repression, manipulation, misogyny/sexism, morally grey choices, vought-related abuse/corruption, and complicated relationship dynamics
liv's log â this has become my favorite thing to write for. and your comments make me giggle like a school girl. so thank you for being on that side. and if you're new here, enjoy the slow burn~ đ¤
âęŤáŞÝ 01 â mouth like that ęŤáŞÝ 02 â commie toy
âęŤáŞÝ 03 â save the clownfish ęŤáŞÝ 04 â volume control
âęŤáŞÝ 05 â again ęŤáŞÝ 06 â no bell
âęŤáŞÝ 07 â easy ęŤáŞÝ 08 â bed rest
âęŤáŞÝ 09 â war stories ęŤáŞÝ 10 â same thing
summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)
"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.
The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.
"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."
You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.
It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing himâof also finding himâ
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.
If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he everâno, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.
Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.
The curiosity does not disappear. In fact, it digs deeper and deeper into the crevices of your mindâsubconsciously affecting your attitude around Zuko.
It doesn't help that it's painfully obvious that he's noticed your strange behaviour ever since his comment. Once, when his hand had come up to your shoulder to alert you that everyone was boarding the shipâand your entire body jumped in response. Again, when you completely blanked out when he asked if you would like some firecracker buns.
It's not like you wanted to hyper-focus on his observation on purpose. It's just that after years of knowing him and pushing down that sub-concious attractionâof not allowing yourself to even see him as anything more than the Zuko you know, the rebound impact of all your resurfacing emotions combined with his lingering presence is far too much.
Zuko isn't the type to beat around the bush either, one of the rare habits his uncle hasn't passed onto him. In a moment of needed reprieve, your attempt at regaining your composure fails spectacularly when you find yourself in a stand-still, cornered in the back of the shipâone firecracker bun in his hand as an offering.
"Have I said something to make you uncomfortable?"
Zuko's gaze is akin to a puppy's, wide-eyed and brows furrowed. Afraid that he's done something wrong, overlooked the choice of his words once again and destroyed the atmosphere without realising.
Straight to the point as ever, you'd appreciate it more if he had given you a few more minutes to come up with a reasonable excuse. Something more plausible than 'Do you find me attractive?', a lingering question that should've remained buried in the soil that you departed from nearly an hour ago.
"Not exactly." Taking the firecracker bun from his hand, the crumbs coat your fingers. You needed something to muffle your words, anything to distract you. It's easier to focus on the lingering spice that melts into your tongue, rather than his unblinking stare.
"SoâI did say something." His mouth parts, a slight tilt downward in the corner of his lip. "Or I've made you uncomfortable."
There was no winning with him. Swallowing your last bite, you brush the crumbs against your sleeve, the slouch of your posture a key sign of surrender, your invisible white flag waving at the sight of his increasingly dubious expression.
"The first one." You admit with a sigh. "Earlierâ"
He leans in subtly, a habit he does when he's listening attentively, and the luscious wave of his bangs brushes against your knuckles. His amber eyes pierce through you, and the words practically die off your tongue.
Why is he looking at you like that?
It isn't fair that he has such an effect on you. You still remember the old days, when he had a worser temper instead of the softened expression that lingers warmly on you. Plus, that horrible haircut, a singular ponytail with the rest of his hair shaved off forever engrained in your mind. Even recalling the image doesn't help calm your thundering heartbeat when the Zuko in front of you is soâoverwhelming.
"You were saying?" He prods gently.
You swallow, averting your gaze. "When you mentioned... about attractiveness. Was that likeâa spur of the moment kind of thing, or do you have a first impression for everyone you meet?"
His brows furrow for a moment, before recognition lights his golden gaze. "Ahâthat."
"Right, that." You feel the seat warming beneath you in your embarrassment, a hallucination of senses in your sudden need to escape his assessing gaze. He barely even remembers his comment, and here you are, still obsessively prying over it.
"I was only answering Toph's question." He states. "No one was stating the obvious."
"The obvious." You muse. "Do you assess the attractiveness of everyone you meet?"
"I suppose it depends." He mutters, hand rubbing over his chin in consideration. "If it was during a battle, I wouldn't be prioritising on considering the opponent's appearance. As compared to someone knocked out on the ground, it gives me plenty of time."
You barely resist a snort. Only he could treat a topic like a person's attractiveness like one of his battle strategies. "I suppose you didn't have time during our first meeting then."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, both you and Zuko freeze. Your lips clamp shut, an immediate wince shuddering through your frame. Cat's out of the bag, you suppose.
"Never mind." You wave it off, your own laugh echoing much too loudly through your ears. "It wasn't like I was wonderingâwell, maybe I was. You just sprung it out of nowhere earlier, and I got... curious. You don't have to answerâ"
"I did." He cuts you off unceremoniously.
You blink, his vague words echoing in the thin distance between the two of you. "What?"
He swallows, and for once, he's the one flustered in this conversation. "I did notice, during our first meeting."
No way. Your first meeting with Zuko was anything but pretty. You remember being covered in sweat, grime, and ashes coating your clothes as he shot flames at you from his palms. The twisted grimace on his face when you had him writhing under your grip, as he loudly declared his revenge on you, rupturing your eardrums with all his yelling.
"You meanâ" You barely resist a grin stretching on your lips. "âwhen I pinned you down on your airship, and you were spitting death threats into my ear."
"Yes, that." His long locks cover his ears now, but you can bet the rims are reddened from the reminder. "You were formidable."
Formidable. No, that wasn't enough. His sudden focus on the floorboards of his ship made it obvious that he was simplifying his observation.
"I was gaining the winning hand." You state out-right, disbelief coating your tone. "And you had time to notice?"
A restrained sigh escapes Zuko's gritted teeth, already regretting his slip of tongue.
"What of the angle? Does the Fire Lord recall my bone structure during our first battle too, when I pinned you to the floor?" You tease.
He scoffs in a light-hearted manner, shoulder lightly bumping into yours. "It was the first time anyone had pinned me down. I wasn't exactly given another view to look at."
"Was the view bad then?" You prod.
"Not at all." He answers absentmindedlyâquickly without hesitation.
Your lips part, speechless. Zuko immediately separates his shoulder from yours, a bashful expression overtaking his features.
"Objectively." He states hurriedly, waving his arms. "I was expecting to find the Avatar at the time, not... you."
The way he says it, the almost breathless note that leaves his lips. You devour it hungrily, now being the one to lean in, prying.
"And how did you find me, Zuko?" You ask earnestly.
He huffs in defeat. His softened gaze finally meets yours again, his eyes roaming over your features, ones that he's familiarised with for years, and yet... it still takes the breath out of him. "...You were the most beautiful person I've ever sparred with."
Oh... wow. You didn't expect that.
"You were threatening to kill me." You recall in disbelief.
"I was multi-tasking." He mutters, ashamed.
Your intended snort escalates into a cackle, unable to contain yourself. "I would have never guessed that from the way you glared at me. So full of shameâand destroyed pride."
"What about you?" He asks in a hurry, though his tone drops towards the end in hesitationâhinting his regret in the wrong change in topic. He grimaces, gaze dropping to his tightened fists over his lap. "...Did you find my scar hideous?"
Surprise colours your features.
Immediately shaking your head, you're at a loss for words on how to convey just how off-course he was on his guess. How could you ever find Zuko hideous? Your heart barely survived your visits to the Fire Nation, not when their own Fire Lord always insisted on attending to your presence personally, even when it arose suspicion of your shared bond with him, to have him so easily distracted when you arrived on his lands.
Even now, he's overwhelming your vision. Healthy muscles that are barely hidden under his clothes, or the hair he's refused to cut ever since his youth that now flows lusciously down his broad back. His amber eyes that glint golden when the sun reflects his irises, and even the conjured image of the way his arms move when he's fire-bending.
He'sâ "Beautiful."
By the time you realise your second slip of the tongue, Zuko has already blinked once, caught off-guard.
You purse your lips, finding this conversation to be as riveting as it is a weaponised self-attack. "Objectively speaking. You're attractive, Zuko."
"Objectively." He repeats slowly, amused that you're using his own deflecting choice of words.
"Fine, like really attractive." You deadpan. "It's annoying, because I'm supposed to be focused on the mission, and you're just... standing there."
It was the truth. You couldn't be the only one who noticed it. His subtle change in demeanour over the years, how he carried himself into a room now instead of randomly announcing his arrival at the worst timings. Even Sokka noticed.
He snorts, and the sound deflates the tension in your chest. "Funny, I should be saying that about you."
You gasp, expression aghast. "You're joking."
"It is not honourable to lie." He shrugs. "You've always been the most magnetic in my eyes. I can never find myself looking away from you."
You grow quiet, the genuine sincerity in his words leaving you defenseless. Have you been blind all along? Is that why he always sent lettersâasking you to visit his nation for purposes other than meetings? Or why he sought for your company constantly during this entire trip, despite it being the first time the entire set of Team Avatar being together in months?
You had been too focused on what was comfortable and familiar, to teasing and prodding, that you never considered this.
"For the record." You whisper, leaning in to truly look at him. "I never found your scar hideous. You were always beautiful to me, Zuko."
He swallows, something intense flickering in his gazeâbut too fleeting for you to catch onto it. Maybe it had always been there, when his eyes linger on your form when he accompanied you in his palace gardens, or even back then, when he was a banished prince who sought for you, even with a grimace on his face.
"That haircut when we first met, though?" Your smile breaks out into a toothy grin. "Absolutely hideous."
The softness in his gaze falters, before a groan rumbles past his throat. "Will you ever let that one go?"
"Never."
He lets out a low breath, drained of his energy. "I admitted to finding you attractive, and this is my repayment?"
"Who's finding who attractive?"
Sokka's voice strikes a jump in your shoulders, and Zuko's in an impressive halt, frozen completely after being caught red-handed.
"Ah, between the two of youâ" Sokka whistles. "I was wondering who was going to break first. Congrats, love-birds!"
"We're notâ" Your voice clashes with Zuko's. "This isn'tâ"
You sneak a glance to Zuko, and his hand is already covering half of his face, his embarrassment shielded by the shadow of his large palm.
Sokka's confused gaze switches between the two of you, blinking slowly.
"Ah, couple years too early?" Sokka shrugs, before clicking his tongue. "That's rough. I'll check back in with you guys in another time." Making his way back towards the front, he shouts once more to prove his point. "Just don't let me catch you guys making out or anything, I'll need to poke out my eyes for that one!"
"...We better restrain him before he starts blasting it as news to everyone." You groan.
"Agreed." He mutters.
Right as you made your move to leave, Zuko's hand grips yoursâstopping you.
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"
His Adam's apple bobs up and down, consideration clear in his expression before he decisively leans in. His voice is a warm hush, soft and intimate when he whispers. "For the record." Your own words echo back to your ears in the low hush of his voice. "I wasn't only referring to our first meeting when I said that you're beautiful."
His smile quirks up into something tender, a secret expression reserved only for you. ...At this rate, your curiousity was really going to be the death of you.
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a/n: i need to write more firelord zuko stat. he looks so good and still so awkward my childhood crush has been reignited.
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KEEP CALM AND DRINK TEA | Jack Dawkins x fem! reader
âsummary: Your fiancĂŠ, Jack, has been feeling too stressed lately and you know how to help him.
âwarnings: sex is suggested but nothing happens.
âa/n: been watching the artful dodger lately and i couldn't wait to finish the series before writting about jack, lol
You're lying in bed with a book in your hands when your fiancĂŠ, Jack, sighs heavily. He just arrived from being in the hospital all day.
âEverything okay, love?â You leave the book on your bedside table. Giving him your full attention.
âJust tired, too many patients today and I have Gaines on my back watching every move I makeâ This situation has been going on for the last three days. And every night he came back to you, tired, stressed and...
âAnd to make it worse, the pain in my stomach only increases. I'm even considering letting Sneed proceed with the surgeryâ â You scoff at this. Jack, your Jack, letting Dr Sneed even touch him?
âSo you are willing to let Sneed have his hands in you but you won't listen to me?â You put one of your hands over your chest, offended. âI'm missing something? Oh dear God, you're cheating on me, Jack?â Now you're making fun of him. But even when you laugh at his pain, he can't stop the warm feeling invading his chest at the sound of your beautiful laugh.
He chose to ignore your words. âI love you, sweetheart, but I'm sure thisâ Jack touches his stomach âis a clinical case and not something you can heal with some of your teasâ You roll your eyes.
âLook, you're a great Doctor but have you considered that maybe the pain in your stomach is nothing that severe but you are too stressed that you can't shit normally?â
You have been telling him that for the last three days. And he almost regrets telling you he hasn't been able to evacuate correctly. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough for him, you bring it back at every conversation.
âI beg your pardon, my Lady?â His grin only grows when he sees you frustrated, you're too pretty for your own good.
âLet's make a betâ A bet? That catches his attention. âIf my tea doesn't work, I'll do anything you wantâ He lift his eyebrow, âAnd if it works?â
âWhen that happens, I'll tell you in which position I want youâ You wink at him. And he can't help but get excited. âI'll help you to make the teaâ He runs to the kitchen and you laugh. It's a win-win for both of you.
You make the tea while he keeps you company. He insisted in helping you but you dissmised him, saying that he'll try to do something to your tea to prove you wrong.
He watches you move through the kitchen. He's hypnotized by your presence, so delicate and elegant. Even when you're picking the jasmine flowers from one of the plates at 1:00 am, you're breathtaking. He's too captivated by you, that he doesn't notice when you carefully put the tea in his favourite cup.
Jack takes a small sip of the tea and he moans. âIt tastes nice, loveâ You smile shyly. Your fiancĂŠ has that effect on you. He flatters you everyday just to see you get shy and avoid his gaze.
He makes small talk while he drinks his tea. You two chat until you can no longer keep your eyes open. Jack sips the rest of his tea and takes your hand. âLet's go to bed, it's lateâ You nod your head, too tired to answer him.
In bed, he holds you close to him. And in a matter of seconds, you two fall asleep. The night goes quiet and peaceful.
Until it doesn't. Jack's tossing and turning in bed. Before you can ask him what's happening, he's running to your bathroom.
And you run after him. You try to open the door but it's locked, too worried you yell, âJACK!? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?â His groans are his only response. âIt'llâI'll be out in just a second... please don't wait for meâ And when you hear this you know your tea worked.
As you know It'll do it.
âI'll be in the bed waiting for you when you're done with your... business, loveâ With a little smile on your face, you wait for him as promised.
But you're not smiling because you won your betâ well, kind of â you're mostly happy because you help him with his pain. That's all you wanted to do. To help him, to let him know, he's not alone anymore. That he can ask for your help whenever he needs it.
On the other side of the bathroom, Jack's thinking the same thing.
He knows the moment he's out of the bathroom you'll brag that the tea helped him but he has another theory. It was you. With all your love, you helped him. Now he understands the power of love the fairy tales speak of.
And hell, he'll make sure to thank you in the way you deserve. You on your bed and he on his knees in front of you, worshipping you.
Simon who doesn't know how to react when you say you love him. Surely you're joking. Surely you'll laugh in his face if he says it back. All a big joke. So he doesn't. Just grunts in acknowledgement. Going about his day like his heart wasn't racing and he wasn't about to throw up.
But that was alright. You knew what he was like. You would scream it from the roof tops and he would never have to answer. Eventually he'd believe you.
It was years. Years of soft kisses and holding hands. Whispering your love to him and never expecting a reply. You knew he loved you in the way he acted, you could survive not hearing it.
And then he said it. One night curled around your back, nose tucked in the back of your neck. So quiet you almost missed it.
"I love you..."
You couldn't just be subtle, couldn't just let it slide. You had to spin around and face him, taking in his surprised expression. Gorgeous dark eyes wide, face flushed bright red.
"I love you too." Said firmly. Making sure there was no room for argument.
Simon didn't know why he waited so long. The smile you gave him was better than any drug.
Now he said it all the time.
Hugging you in the kitchen and mumbling it into your hair. Leaning back just to see that love struck grin. Shifting closer in a meeting and whispering it in your ear so he could watch you struggle to contain the pure joy.
He'd be watching you through his scope on a mission. Heart so full he couldn't help but smile.
"Bravo 7-1 making contact with Tango 2. You read me?"
He watched you pause by the safety of an abandoned building.
"Affirmative, sir. There a problem?"
His grin spread wider below the mask, keeping a close eye on your expression.
"Love you, soldier."
Your expression lit up. Grinning uncontrollably as you scanned the hills surrounding you to try and find his position. You didn't, he was completely invisible."
"Say again, sir."
"I love you."
You blew a kiss to your mysterious man somewhere in the distance.
âsummary: Kissing Percy by the lake at night left you soaked... but not in the good way.
âwarnings: moaning and intense making out but no sex!
At night, when everyone's sleeping, you drag Percy out of his cabin by his hand. And he let you drag him without asking. Why would he? He doesn't care where you're taking him, as long as he's with you.
You sneak glances behind you to make sure no one is following you. But all you can see is Percy, who has a lovestruck look on his face and you giggle.
âShh, we don't want company, don't we?â The nerves you had before all disappear when you hear his voice. You shake your head, âI have been waiting until midnight to have you all for myselfâ So of course you didn't want any camper or worse Chiron or Mr. D to find you.
When you're at the lake, it's not hard to get a canoe. With everyone sleeping you can have them all for yourselves. And your boyfriend is already pushing one inside the lake.
Percy gets into the canoe first. And he offers you his hand to help you. But when the peaceful lake feels the presence of Percy, it suddenly sends some waves to greet him. The waves are a little bit stronger, making you grab Percy's hand to hold yourself.
Seeing you struggle to stay firm, he gets his other hand inside the lake. Be careful with her. And the lake is peaceful again.
Once you're sitting in front of him, he grabs the oar and gets to work. You try to help him but all he says is âNah, this is my moment to show off to youâ He grins and you laugh.
The night is quiet. You stare at the sky. The stars are shining above you. Your gaze falls on Percy, and he looks even more handsome when the moonlight bathes all his body and the breeze messes with his hair. He's breathtaking. You seriously can't stop staring at him. And he notices it.
âEnjoying the view?â He left the oar rest at the sides of the canoe. Percy sits by your side. The canoe moves slightly.
âAlways...â You say, not shy at all. And he smirks smugly.
The canoe is quite small. There's barely any space between you and Percy. But the last thing you want is space. And he seems to think the same.
âThen you need to be closer to enjoy it betterâ He whispers. Your faces are so close. He caresses the side of your face, gently. âGods, I'm so lucky to be yoursâ You feel your chest warm at his words, even when the night is a little cold. The hand on your face slowly makes it's way to your jaw, tracing it. âProve itâ You hold his gaze. A challenge. And he's not the type to run away from challenges.
The atmosphere changes. You can see it in his eyes, which are darker with passion.
In a quick move, he lifts you by your hips, with ease. As if you weighed nothing. The canoe trembles. But you're sure he won't let you fall. Not when he's holding you hard against him on his lap. And his grip is not the only thing that is hard.
You cross your arms around his neck. He stops for a second to see your face. To see if you changed your opinion or if you didn't feel comfortable. But when you lean your face and your lips part slightly open, he knows you want him too.
So he wastes no time and smashes your lips. Capturing your lips in an intense kiss. It's filled with love and passion. Your tongues are fighting for dominance and he groans when you don't back down. Your hands clutch his shoulders when you start rocking your hips against his lap.
You moan into his mouth. He's going crazy and desperate for you. His hands lift the hem of your shirt. When you feel his cold hands against your bare skin you moan deeper in his mouth. You crave his touch so you put your hands on his, guiding them to your breasts.
SPLASH!
You stop crashing your hips in his lap. And his hands are no longer on your skin.
âPercy!â You're in shock, you certainly didn't expect cold water to hit your faces. You are no longer on his lap but sitting at his side.
âWait it wasn't me... right?â The look on his face tells you, that he didn't mean it. âWell, maybe it was me, but it was your fault!â You frown, expecting a good explanation. âYou get me all excited that I don't think straight and I don't control the water right now, so maybe yeah, I did that but because of youâ And you are flattered.
You are no longer offended. You bite your lips trying to contain your smile. âSo I deserve a forgiving kiss?â He looks at you expectantly. You don't say anything but you lean to grant his wish.
SPLASH! SPLASH!
There's water inside the canoe. Your body is completely soaked. Even Percy is soaked which is weird.
He exclaims before you can say anything, âOkay, that was definitely not me!â Your eyes tell him you don't believe him. âI swear it, it wasn't meâ You scoff.
âLook, you obviously don't believe meâ You agree with Percy. âSoo why I don't take you to your cabin and weââ SPLASH!
Another wave hits. But it's directed to Percy? What?
And suddenly his face lit up, he knew who was responsible, âSeriously, Dad? You couldn't have just send us an iris message?â Your face burns, Poseidon was watching you before?
âI think it's best if we go back to our cabins. Separately.â You add the last word, not wanting to keep being splashed with water by your Dad's boyfriend.
Percy pouts. He definitely didn't want your night to end like this. But Poseidon seems to agree with you. Because the canoe moves towards the shores of the lake.
âShould we bring an umbrella next time?â You glare at Percy and Poseidon hits him again for you. You laugh and thank him.
So good news, your boyfriend's dad likes you. Bad news? You think you're gonna wake up sick the next morning.
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⌠bloodshed, crimson clover - percy jackson x reader
summary: where you and percy are in a battle, but you suddenly find yourself severely injured, despite trying to power through it, and percy is not willing to leave your side the entire time.
or: how percy "loyalty is my fatal flaw" jackson reacts when you're hurt
wc: 2k
warnings: mentions of blood, fighting in battle, kissing
the battlefield was pure chaos. swords clashing, monsters snarling, the sharp tang of blood and ozone swirling thick in the air. you barely had time to think, moving on sheer instinct, dodging, striking, and breathing through the pain when you felt hellhound claws rake across your side.Â
you kept at it, battling the monsters with percy somewhere 50 or so metres away, surrounded by his own person hurricane. your side started to suddenly sting more, and soon enough, it was a burning, sizzling sensation you couldnât ignore.
your brain was running through a million thoughts as you continued to move and attack without thinkingâ pushing back with your shield, and then slashing through with your sword, turning and ducking. was this because of the hellhound scratch? why had you let it scratch you in the first place? why werenât you paying more attention?Â
you risked a look downwards for a second, and saw part of your armour broken off, and underneath, your orange camp shirt having 3 distinct tears through it,â claw marks, and your skin bright red underneath.Â
you forced yourself to think straight, and continued to fight. youâd worry about yourself later, you had a battle to win.Â
after you smashed your shield into a dracanaeâs stomach, you swung your sword right through itâs middle and disintegrated it.
but you also simultaneously ended up using the very last of your energy.
you stumbled backwards, staggering, then you hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. you heard your armour and weapons clatter about you, and then everything felt... slow. blurry.Â
your fingers trembled as you patted around feebly, tryingâfailingâto push yourself up. your head only fell backwards again.Â
the shouts around you blurred into static, you heard a yell, louder than the rest, and thenâ
âno!â a shout, âno, no, noâ"
percy.
he was kneeling beside you with his hands were on you in an instantâ shaking, picking up your arms and turning your face gently to look if your head was injured, adjusting your armour, at one pointâ they just hovered over you, trembling, like he didnât know what to do.Â
his breathing was sharp and uneven. âperceââ you started, but he wasnât listening.
âyouâre notâ you, i canât,â he stammered, âyou canât die on me.âÂ
you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a wheeze. âiâm not dead yet.â
âdonât say that, gods, donât say that." percy snapped, but it sounded more like a genuine plea. his jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it hurt. âwhere are you hurt?â
you blinked up at him, a little dazed, the soaring pain finally catching up to you. âitâs fine,â you deflected, âiâll be fine."
âthere is blood seeping through your shirt, you are not fine," he muttered, and looked at your torso one more time, this time, finding the wound.Â
slowly and carefully, percy moved your shirt just enough to see the wound. his entire face fell, washing over with something dark, then he cursed under his breath.Â
âhow⌠how bad is it?â you mumbled. his eyes were panicked, and when he didnât answer for a moment, you tried to lift your head and take a look for yourself, groaning in pain in the process.Â
âdonât look at it.â percy said, his hand running over your hair, his words a comfort in the chaos all around. âitâll only make you feel worse.â
his voice was hoarse, worn out, but he still tried to comfort you and stay calm for your sake.Â
you still felt dizzy, and through the blurriness of your vision you could still see faint figures slashing their swords and fighting. your head was throbbing.Â
âiâŚâ you chuckled weakly, your head lolling back on the ground. ânothing could make me feel worse right now.â
percyâs expression held no humour despite your laugh, his lips rolled inwards and his hands still trembling as they moved over your hair.Â
suddenly he turned back and looked behind him. he yelled, âclarisse! get your cabin and the apollo kids, and bring up the attack! you know what to do!â his voice cut through the chaos, sharp, âiâm getting her out of here.â
âgo do what you have to, jackson!â clarisse shouted, glancing back for a moment. âi donât care. weâll hold up fine.â you heard her grunt, disintegrating an empousa with her spear.Â
you couldnât bear to keep your eyes open anymore, your head falling back on the ground, lolling to the side slightly.Â
percy cursed frantically, and you heard him asking you to open your eyes, to please open your eyes, but all you could manage were mumbles and groans of, âi cant,â as you weakly shook your head.Â
then, he suddenly whistledâ a new york taxi cab whistle that was so loud and so familiar that it made you flutter your eyes open.Â
a few heartbeats later, the sound of massive wings filled the air.Â
you noticed the number of enemies were going down, all of them too preoccupied with the raging demigods to bat a second eye at the pegasus or even think about attacking.
blackjack landed in a flurry of dark feathers, his large eyes scanning the scene and locking onto percy.
he whinnied loudly, and percy shook his head from his kneeling position next to you.Â
âi know. i know itâs bad, man!â he yelled frustratedly, running a hand through his hair roughly. âiâm sorry, iâ just get us there. now.â
another neigh, and suddenly percy was standing up and then scooping you up, holding you close to his chest.Â
âpercy,â you croaked out, and his eyes were immediately on yours. âiâ you canât⌠you canât just ditch the battle.â you mumbled, forcing the words out through your sore throat.Â
percyâs hair was sweaty, his face grimy, his breathing heavy, his sea green eyes set determinedly, and you swore he had never looked so handsome.Â
he let out a sharp laugh with absolutely no humour in it, âwatch me.â
âÂ
you were leaning fully against percy as you flew on the pegasusâ back, one of his arms were wrapped around your waist, with his other hand gripping blackjacks rein.Â
you were queasy, but you kept telling yourself to hold on, and that the ride would be over soon, but the throbbing in your head and side, the way your whole body seemed to overpower your rational thinking.Â
all you wanted to do was close your eyes.Â
"hey, hey, hey, you can stay awake, you got this, weâre almost there.â percyâs voice was tight, rough around the edges. "keep your eyes open. talk to me."
you managed out a weak huff, forcing your eyes open. "âbout what?"
"anything.â he begged, âhow much you love flying with blackjack. how much you hate my reckless decision-making skills. justâjust keep talking."
you tilted your head back, turning slightly and blinking up at him. your eyelids were unbelievably heavy. "reckless decision-making skillsâŚâ your eyes shut for a long second. âthat⌠that needs work.â
percy let out a relieved, breathless laugh, âyeah?â he nodded fervently, âgood. good. then stay awake and tell me how to work on it.âÂ
you wanted to make some comment, maybe roll your eyes a little, but your body was so tired.
percyâs face fell again, his eyes flickering all over your face in panic as his hand came up to brush your cheek. âdonât do that. donât fade out on me."
"not fading," you muttered. "just... tired."
âyouâll sleep when we get you all fixed up, but not now. you canât shut off now.â his thumb moved in circles against your cheek, gentle despite the panic still evident in his voice. "justâstay with me. please."
you sighed, eyes slipping shut for half a second before his voice brought you back.
his voice cracked, âplease."
the desperation in his voice made your chest ache more than the wound did.
"okay," you whispered. "mâwith you."
â
will solace was looking at your wound as you lay down, and you could hear percy pacing.Â
his shoes scuffed against the floor, back and forth, back and forth, and you could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him in waves.
âpercy,â will said, exasperated but patient. âyou can go back to the battle. they need you.â
percyâs steps faltered, but he didnât stop. when he spoke, his voice was fraying at the edges. âi donâtâ i needââ he dragged a hand through his already-messy hair. âi need to know that sheâs safe.â
âshe will be,â will promised, his voice steady. âi can guarantee it, but in the meantime, you can go back.â
percy let out a breath, like he wanted to believe that, like he almost did, but something in him wouldnât let go. âiâll stay. i know the other campers can hold up on their own. theyâre strong.â he ran his hands over his face, âandâ and besides, the enemy was small by the time we left with blackjack. iâm staying.âÂ
you stood up to prove a point, which wasnât the wisest decision, and you tried to walk towards percy. you managed 2 steps, but he was by your side in an instant.
his expression softened the second he took you in. âi canât believe this is happening.â he shook his head, âi shouldâveââ
ââpercy,â you interjected, your voice weary, âthereâs nothing you couldâve possibly done,â you rasped, the words taking more energy than they should have. âplease. go.â
his jaw clenched. his eyes, stormy and sad, with his eyebrows furrowing up. âhow can i go when youâreâŚâ his voice crackled as his eyes travelled over you, âwhen you look like this?â
you huffed a weak laugh, âgee, thanks.â
but his expression didnât waver, and your laugh faded. âpercy,â you said, but he simply shook his head.Â
will cut through the silence of your staring match, and you tore your gaze to him. âit looks like a hellhound scratch, but itâs somehow poisoned. itâll heal in less than an hour, 2 at max.â
you turned back to percy, who was still watching you like you might disappear if he so much as blinked. âpercy. see? itâll be fine... iâll be fine. will knows what heâs doing, so go.â
he swallowed hard, hesitating for a second longer before exhaling sharply. âiâm coming back to you.â
you nodded, taking hold of his hand. âiâll be here.â
something flickered in his eyes at thatâdoubt, maybe, or something close to it.Â
his eyes held yours, and you knew that he wouldnât leave if you stayed looking at each other like that for even a moment longer. âperce⌠you have to.â you whispered.
percy nodded weakly, and hand brushed against your cheek, warm and grounding.Â
his other hand came to cup your face, then he leaned down, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead.
and after that, he was gone.
â
less than an hour later, like will said, you were feeling all better. you talked with will when he wasnât busy with another camper, and he asked how nico was doing, if he was hurt.Â
âlast i saw, he was perfectly fine.â you told him earnestly, âbesides, if he was hurt, heâd be here right now.âÂ
will shook his head with a chuckle, âheâs so stubborn, he wouldnât come if he had broken all his limbs.âÂ
âwill,â you deadpanned, then let out a laugh, âyouâre here; he would come for a paper cut.â
it felt nice to laugh, and the conversation was fun, but your attention wasnât fully there, because your mind kept wandering back to one thingâ one person: percy.Â
another half hour later, you were sitting all alone as will went to go heal other hurt campers.
you dwelled in your loneliness and your thoughts for a little while, but suddenly, percy burst through the doors.Â
his breathing was heavy and ragged and his head turned as he scanned the room, finally coming to a halt when he spotted you.Â
you were sitting up against the pillows. the moment you locked eyes, he let out a long exhale, and he stood frozen for a moment.
you immediately stood up, your heartbeat in your ears.
you barely had time to react before he was at your side, pressing a hand against your cheek, then your shoulder, then his eyes were raking all over you like he was checking for himself that you were still there, still okay.
his dark brows were all scrunched up with worry, but it all faded the second he met your gaze. âyouâreâŚâ
âyeah. i know.â you murmured, lips quirking up at the corners as you tilted your head to the side coyly. âi told you iâd be fine.â
his lips flickered into a smile at that.Â
percy looked down at his hands, which were awkwardly hovering above your waist, like he didnât know if it was alright to hug youâ incase you were still hurt.Â
your heart warmed at that thought, at his thoughtfulness.
he brought his gaze back up to you and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made a sheepish grin grow on his face. Â
you flung your arms around his neck fiercely, and immediately, percy sighed as his arms just as fiercely wrapped around your middle, pulling you close.Â
his hand was grasping at your shirt like he was clinging onto the fact that you were really there.
you stayed like that for a moment, and you felt his erratic heartbeat in his chest. you didnât realise how fast yours was beating as well, until pressed a kiss to your hair, then another, then another, and muttered, ânever doing that again.â
your heartbeat went even faster, and you grinned even though he couldnât see it. âwhat, me getting attacked by a hellhound?â you chuckled, âi donât plan on it.â
âno, me,â he pulled back from the hug, just enough to meet your eyes. his eyes were fixed on yours, âleaving you.â
you realised you didnât feel your heartbeat didnât pick up this time, because if anything, you were more relaxed with him than you were with anything else in the entire world.Â
you rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, your arms still wrapped around his neck. âyouâre dramatic.â
he smiled at youâ a real genuine smile and not one of his smirks, and you knew a part of him was relieved you were back in your usual banter.Â
a hand came up to brush a hair out of your face. his eyes scanned all over your face, fixed on your lips for a moment, then flickered to your eyes and asked a silent question.
you answered by leaning in and kissing him. your hands slid down from around his arms, down to his chest, and he kissed you slow and gentle, like he was grounding himself in the fact that you were here, safe, with him. like he had to make sure you knew, too.
when he pulled back, he didnât go far, his forehead once again resting against yours.
his lips twitched, and then he kissed you againâ simply savouring in the fact that he could.
Summary: Five months after a dangerous quest, Lukeâs growing temper causes him to lose control during a sparring match and accidentally slash the readerâs face, leaving a scar. In the aftermath, guilt consumes him as sheâs treated in the infirmary, but she reassures him she still trusts and forgives him. Remembering the gentler boy he used to be, she chooses forgiveness not because it didnât hurt, but because she believes in who Luke still is and who heâs trying to become. Based on this request.
Word Count: 1961
Luke Castellan's Masterlist
Five months after the quest, Luke Castellan was no longer the same boy who had left.
Everyone could see it. The scar across his face was the most obvious proof, thin and pale now, but still sharp enough to catch the light when he turned his head. But it wasnât the scar that made people step out of his way. It was the temper that came with it. The way his patience frayed faster, the way his eyes hardened like he was constantly bracing for something to go wrong.
You saw all of it.
And you stayed.
The arena was quieter than usual, the afternoon sun beating down on the sand as you rolled your shoulders and tightened your grip on your sword. Sparring with Luke used to be fun, teasing, laughter woven between clashing blades. Now, it felt like walking a thin line, one wrong step away from something neither of you wanted to name.
Luke stood across from you, scar catching the light as he flexed his fingers around his weapon. His jaw was tight, shoulders tense, like heâd been wound too tight for too long.
âYou ready?â he asked.
You nodded, offering a small smile meant to ground him. Meant to remind him that this was just training. That it was you.
The signal was given, and steel met steel.
At first, it was familiar. Predictable. You moved together like you always had, bodies in sync, instincts honed from months of fighting side by side. But slowly, the rhythm shifted. Lukeâs strikes grew heavier, faster, each parry ringing louder than the last. You caught the flash of something in his eyes that made your stomach twist.
Anger. Frustration. Fear.
âLuke,â you warned softly between blows.
He didnât answer.
Instead, he pressed forward, forcing you back step by step, like he was fighting something that wasnât there, like he was trying to outrun the memories of the quest, the pain, the scar that still burned some nights.
Then it happened.
A sharp slash cut through the air.
For half a second, everything was silent, too silent, before a warm drop splattered onto the dirt between her boots. Then another. And another. The drops blurred together, turning into a steady gush, red and terrifying as it spilled freely down her face and onto the ground.
She tried to scream.
She wanted to scream.
But the sound lodged in her throat, choking her, refusing to come out. Her knees gave out beneath her, and she collapsed forward, catching herself just before her face hit the ground. Her hands flew up instinctively, fingers shaking as they pressed against her cheek.
Pain exploded through her skull.
When she pulled her hand away, it came back soaked in blood.
The cut ran from the top of her right cheekbone down to her jaw, long, jagged, and horrifyingly familiar. Almost identical to Lukeâs scar. Blood poured from it uncontrollably, slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she tried to press it closed.
Her vision swam.
Then she heard it, boots hitting the ground, frantic and uneven.
âFuckââ
Luke was there in an instant, dropping to his knees in front of her. His face drained of all color as his eyes locked onto the blood, onto the wound he had caused. His sword clattered uselessly to the ground as he grabbed her wrists, trying to stop her shaking hands.
âOh fuck. Shit, baby, Iâm so, so, so sorry,â he choked, voice breaking. âGods, I didnât mean to, fuck, I lost control, Iââ
His hands trembled as he pressed a piece of fabric against her cheek, trying to stem the bleeding. Panic flashed raw and unfiltered across his face, guilt twisting his features into something almost unrecognizable.
âPlease, look at me,â he begged softly, forehead pressing against hers. âIâm here. Iâve got you. Iâm so sorry, fuck, Iâm so sorry.â
And for the first time since the blade had struck, the sound finally tore free from her throat, not a scream, but a broken, shaking sob as the pain and shock crashed down all at once.
â-
The infirmary smelled like nectar, ambrosia, and clean linen, too calm for what had just happened.
She lay stiffly on one of the cots, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling while the world pulsed in and out around her. Every heartbeat sent a fresh throb of pain through her cheek, sharp and insistent, like the wound was reminding her it was still there.
Cold fingers brushed her skin.
She flinched.
âEasy,â An Apollo kid murmured gently, voice low and practiced. âYouâre safe. Donât touch it.â
A cool cloth pressed against her face, followed by the sting of ambrosia. The pain dulled almost immediately, but not enough to erase the ache, or the memory of the blade cutting too close.
Someone was pacing.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
She didnât have to look to know it was Luke.
âI shouldâve been watching my angle,â he said hoarsely, words tumbling out too fast. âI knew I was off. I knew it and I still swung. Gods, Iâm such a fucking idiotââ
âLuke,â the Apollo kid warned sharply.
He stopped pacing, but only barely. His hands were knotted in his hair, knuckles white like he was holding himself together by force alone. His eyes never left her face, even as the medic stitched the wound with careful, practiced movements.
She sucked in a breath as the needle tugged at her skin.
Luke flinched harder than she did.
âIâm here,â he said immediately, voice cracking. He moved closer, dropping to his knees beside the cot. âIâm right here. Look at me, please.â
Her gaze slid to him.
His face was wrecked. Guilt carved deep lines into his expression, and his scar, that same scar, seemed to burn brighter under the infirmary lights, like some cruel mirror of what now marked her face.
The medic leaned back after a moment. âItâll scar,â she said honestly. âBut itâll heal clean. Youâre lucky.â
Lucky.
Luke let out a shaky breath that sounded more like a sob. âI did this to you,â he whispered. âYou trusted me.â
She swallowed, throat tight. âI still do.â
The words hit him harder than any blade could have.
His hand hovered near hers, uncertain, like he was afraid even touching her might hurt her again. When she turned her palm up in silent invitation, his fingers curled around hers instantly, grip desperate and grounding.
âI swear,â he said quietly, fiercely, âthis never happens again. I donât care what it costs me. I wonât ever lose control like that with you.â
The medic cleared her throat. âShe needs rest. And youââ she pointed at Luke â,need to stop beating yourself up in my infirmary.â
Luke nodded mutely, eyes never leaving her.
As the lights dimmed and the pain finally settled into a distant ache, she closed her eyes, Lukeâs hand still wrapped tightly around hers, knowing that whatever mark the blade had left on her face, it had carved something deeper into both of them.
Something that would never quite heal the same way again.
â
The infirmary felt too still the next morning.
The kind of quiet that made her thoughts echo louder than they should.
She sat on the edge of the cot, bare feet pressed to the cool wooden floor, sunlight spilling across the white sheets behind her. The ache in her cheek had settled into something dull but persistent, a reminder she couldnât escape even if she tried. Every so often, her gaze flicked toward the small bronze mirror on the wall before she forced herself to look away again.
She should be angry.
Anyone else would be. A blade had slipped. Blood had spilled. A scar would stay. Anger would be cleaner than this hollow ache in her chest.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of her sleeve.
And yet, her mind drifted backward instead.
She could almost feel the worn stone steps outside the Hermes cabin beneath her, the evening air still warm as the sky bled orange and pink over camp. Sheâd been fighting with the straps of her armor, fingers clumsy and irritated, when a familiar voice had cut in behind her.
âNeed help?â
Luke had dropped down beside her, easy and unhurried, their shoulders brushing as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands had moved with practiced care, loosening and tightening straps while he talked her through it, never rushing, never making her feel stupid for struggling.
âYou fight everything back,â heâd said once, fond and amused. âThatâs not a bad thing.â
When sheâd flinched at a bruise on her arm, his touch had softened instantly, like heâd noticed without her saying a word. âYouâre allowed to be gentle with yourself,â heâd murmured, so quietly it felt like a secret meant only for her.
Sheâd remembered how safe that moment felt. How steady heâd been.
The memory shifted before she could hold onto it.
Rain poured down in sheets, turning the training grounds to mud beneath her boots. Sheâd slipped hard, pain flashing bright and sharp through her side as the breath left her lungs. Before she could even process it, Luke was there, dropping to his knees in the mud beside her.
âDonât move,â heâd said, panic threading his voice as his hands hovered uselessly over her, afraid to touch the wrong place. Heâd shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without hesitation, the warmth grounding her despite the cold rain.
âWhy do you always do that?â sheâd asked weakly.
Heâd gone quiet, eyes fixed on the storm. âSomeone has to,â heâd finally said. Then softer, almost like he hadnât meant for her to hear it. âAnd I donât mind when itâs you.â
That Luke wouldâve never let a blade come anywhere near her.
The present came rushing back as the infirmary door creaked open.
Her heart stuttered.
Footsteps crossed the wooden floor slowly, uncertainly. She looked up to find Luke standing in the doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets like he didnât trust them. His eyes flicked to her cheek immediately before darting away, jaw tightening.
âHey,â he said quietly.
âHey,â she replied.
He stepped inside, stopping a few feet away, like there was a line he didnât deserve to cross. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, guilt carved deep into his expression.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âI know I already said it, but I had to say it again. I canât stop thinking about it. About you.â
She studied him for a long moment, then stood, ignoring the dull protest in her cheek.
âItâs okay,â she said gently.
His head snapped up. âNo. Itâs not.â
âI know,â she said softly. âBut I forgive you.â
The words seemed to knock the air from his lungs.
âYou donât have to,â he whispered.
âI know.â She offered a small, careful smile. âBut I want to.â
Her fingers hovered near her face before dropping again. âBesides,â she added quietly, âI guess we kind of match now.â
A broken laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it. He dragged a hand down his face, eyes shining. âThatâs not funny.â
âIt is,â she said. âA little.â
He stepped closer, careful, reverent. His gaze lingered on her cheek, raw with guilt.
âI donât deserve you,â he said.
She reached for his wrist, grounding him. âYouâre still you,â she said. âEven if things changed.â
His fingers curled around hers, gentle like he was afraid she might break.
âIâll do better,â he promised.
âI know,â she replied.
And standing there together, scars mirroring scars, she realized she wasnât forgiving him because it hadnât hurt.
She was forgiving him because she remembered who heâd been and who he was still trying to be.
summary poseidon notices where percy jacksonâs heart rests, and the sea makes sure she knows it
the ocean never touches my shoes.
i notice it one evening when the sky over camp half-blood is fading into that soft, bruised purple that means dinnerâs already been missed and no oneâs going to care. the shoreline smells like damp earth and salt, even this far inland, and the cicadas are loud enough to make my head buzz.
percy walks beside me, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders hunched like heâs trying to make himself smaller than he is. he keeps glancing out at the water like it might jump him.
the waves roll in. pause. stop just short of my toes. then pull back again; obedient, careful.
âthatâs weird,â percy comments.
i look down, then shrug. âyouâre literally the son of poseidon. i think weird comes with the territory.â
iâm joking. i can tell because i smile. i expect him to smile tooâhis crooked, uncertain one, the one that always looks like it arrived half a second late. he doesnât. instead, his brow furrows, eyes darkening as he watches the water retreat again.
âyeah,â he says, but his voice sounds tight. distracted. âguess so.â
we keep walking. i try not to think about the way the water only moves when i move. how it mirrors my steps like itâs waiting for permission.
that evening, i tell myself it was all a coincidence.
camp is full of themâstrange things, unexplainable moments that fade if you donât stare at them too hard. i eat dinner, listen to the chatter echoing through the pavilion, let the smell of burnt bread and strawberries ground me. percy sits across from me, quieter than usual, eyes flicking toward the horizon like heâs listening for something no one else can hear.
by the time i crawl into my bunk, the image of the obedient waves has dulled around the edges. i decide not to name it. not to wonder.
the next morning, the lake is calm again. too calm. when i kneel at the dock to rinse sand from my hands, the water settles the moment my reflection breaks its surface, smoothing itself like itâs been waiting.
i pull back, heart ticking a little faster than it should.
i donât say anything.
it keeps happening after that.
little things. easy to ignore, if i try.
when i sit on the dock with my feet dangling over the edge, the lake smooths until itâs glassy, reflecting the sky so clearly it looks fake. when i laughâreally laugh, the kind that shakes my chestâthe breeze picks up, cool and gentle, lifting my hair off my neck like a hand.
percy notices before anyone else does. heâs always been good at noticing; monsters, lies, shifts in the air right before something goes wrong.
he starts hovering. not in an obvious way. just close enough to feel, far enough to pretend heâs not.
he walks a half-step ahead of me now. when we sit together, thereâs space where there wasnât before. his hands stay clasped tight in his lap, knuckles pale, like heâs afraid to move them too suddenly.
âyou okay?â i ask one afternoon as weâre heading back from training. the sun is high, heat pressing down on my shoulders, my shirt sticking to my spine.
he blinks at me, like i caught him somewhere far away. âwhat? yeah. yeah, iâm fine.â
he smiles then. quick. wrong.
i donât push it. i tell myself iâm imagining things. i tell myself heâs just tired.
except the days keep stacking up like thatâsmall moments i donât know what to do with. percy forgetting to wait for me outside the arena. percy choosing the edge of the table instead of the seat beside mine. percy watching the water like itâs a clock he doesnât trust.
when i catch his eye, he always looks guilty. like heâs been caught thinking about something he doesnât want to explain.
once, during training, i tripânothing serious, just a clumsy misstepâbut the air shifts so suddenly it makes my ears ring. the lake sloshes hard against its banks. percy swears, breath hitching, and for a second i swear he looks more afraid than i am.
after that, he keeps his distance on purpose.
not enough for anyone else to notice. just enough that i do.
but the quiet starts to itch.
i try to drown it out. i throw myself into training the next day, let the clatter of weapons and shouted instructions fill the space where my thoughts keep circling back to him. percyâs there, of courseâalways somewhere in my peripheral visionâbut he feels slightly out of reach, like weâre standing on opposite sides of a thin pane of glass.
we exchange easy words. familiar ones. nothing heavy enough to justify the weight sitting in my chest.
by evening, iâm exhausted in that hollow way that doesnât actually fix anything. camp settles into its usual rhythmsâfirelight, laughter, the smell of smoke drifting between cabinsâbut none of it quite lands.
when clarisse snaps at me during dinner, it shouldnât matter. iâve heard worse. i know how to let things slide.
still, i find myself down by the shoreline alone, arms wrapped around my middle, staring out at the dark water.
i donât hear percy approach. i just feel himâlike the air changes when heâs near.
âhey,â he says softly. âyou disappeared.â
i shrug, eyes still on the lake. âneeded air.â
the water ripples. not violently, but uneasily. like itâs restless.
percy freezes.
i see it out of the corner of my eyeâthe way his shoulders lock, the way his breath stutters. he looks at the water, then at me, then back again, panic flashing across his face before he can hide it.
âwhat?â i ask. âwhatâs wrong?â
ânothing,â he says too quickly. âi justâare you mad?â
i shake my head. âno. just⌠annoyed.â
the water surges closer, colder now, licking at the sand with more force.
percy swears under his breath.
i turn fully toward him. âpercy. youâre freaking me out.â
he opens his mouth. closes it. runs a hand through his hair, blonde curls sticking up messily afterward. âi think we should head back,â he says. âitâs getting late.â
âsince when do you care about curfew?â
his jaw tightens. âsince now.â
i donât argue, but the walk back is tense. the air feels charged, heavy, like a storm that doesnât know whether it wants to break.
that night, i wake with salt on my lips.
i sit up in bed, heart racing, pressing my fingers to my mouth like iâll find seawater there. the cabin is quiet, moonlight spilling through the window.
i havenât been swimming.
the ocean shouldnât be anywhere near me.
and yet.
the next day, percy avoids me.
not completely. just enough to hurt.
when i finally corner him outside the dining pavilion, i donât bother easing into it.
âdid i do something wrong?â
he looks stricken. âwhat? no. no, you didnât do anything.â
âthen why are you acting like iâm radioactive?â
he laughs weakly. âiâm not.â
âyou are,â i insist. âyou wonât look at me. you wonât sit next to me. you barely talk to me anymore.â
his eyes flick around us, like heâs checking for witnesses. then he exhales, long and shaky.
âcome with me,â he says.
we walk down to the shoreline again, though i can tell he hates it. every step closer to the water makes him more tense, like heâs bracing for impact.
we stop where the sand meets the lake.
the water is calm. waiting.
percy turns to me, hands shaking just slightly.
âi didnât want you to find out like this,â he says.
âfind out what?â
he swallows. âthe ocean⌠itâs not reacting to me.â
my heart stutters. âwhat do you mean?â
he gestures helplessly between us. âitâs reacting to you. orâthrough me. i donât know. but it only does this when youâre around. when youâre calm. when youâre not.â
my chest feels tight. âthat doesnât make any sense.â
âi know,â he says, voice cracking. âi know it doesnât.â
he looks at the water, then back at me, eyes bright with something dangerously close to tears.
âposeidon noticed,â he admits quietly. ânot me. you.â
my stomach drops.
âhe sent a sign,â percy continues. ânothing dramatic. just⌠acknowledgment. like he was saying, âi see this.ââ
âsee what?â i whisper.
percyâs gaze softens, unbearably so. âhow much you matter to me.â
the water stills completely. the world feels like itâs holding its breath.
i step closer to him without thinking. âpercyââ
âthatâs what scares me,â he says quickly. ânot the gods hurting you. but them knowing. knowing where my heart is. knowing exactly how to get to me.â
his voice drops. âi didnât want to make you a target.â
the realization settles over me slowly, heavy and warm and terrifying.
the ocean isnât listening because iâm powerful.
itâs listening because iâm loved.
i reach for his hand. he flinches instinctively, then lets me take it.
the water laps gently at the shore, softer now.
âyou donât get to decide this alone,â i say. âyou donât get to decide whatâs worth the risk for me.â
his fingers curl around mine. âi just wanted to keep you safe.â
i squeeze his hand. âfrom what? loving you?â
he laughs weakly, a tear slipping free despite his best effort to blink it away. âyou make it sound so simple.â
âit is,â i say. âhard and scary but simple.â
we stand there together, the lake calm and quiet at our feet.
percy leans his forehead against mine, breathing me in like he needs the reminder that iâm real.
âi donât want to stop,â he murmurs. âeven if the gods know.â
âgood,â i whisper. âbecause i donât want you to.â
.ŕłŕż I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.
"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.
Ah, the long awaited question.
And the answer never changes. "No, we're friends, why?"
Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thoughtâ"
Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.
Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?
âËđđËâ the ponytail incident
It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail.
Shouldn't everyone know that?
Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.
So he doesn't see anything wrong with standing behind her after she calls for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.
"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.
"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, like there's no more explanation needed.
Leo doesnât understand, he doesn't know if he wants to, "You do realize you're in love, right?"
But Percy isn't even listening, his eyes already fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.
âËđđËâ the necklace and hairtie
Yes, it's completely and totally normal if she wears a necklace with her best friend's initial around her neck.
It isn't even that noticeableâ just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.
Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her while they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.
Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' on your necklace?"
She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and ohâ Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."
"How is thatâ" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."
She's tired of questioning it.
Meanwhile, Percy carries a hair tie on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. Thereâs nothing else to it.
People don't notice at first, it's a simple black hair tie, nothing to question.
But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesnât let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.
Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.
"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.
"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.
This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.
"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.
"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."
âËđđËâ the kiss on the cheek
And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.
Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.
So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted, "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss?
Percy kind of freezes. His eyes follow her as she walks away, looking like a kicked puppy.
He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.
Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like a child that got his candy stolen."
"She didnât kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.
Piper looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head. "Is this whole thing just because she didnât kiss your cheek?"
"Why didnât she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.
Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything elseâ there she is, rushing to the table to take her usual seat beside Percy.
"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and, like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.
And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.
"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.
âËđđËâ the picture on the wallet
Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."
"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.
"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.
"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"
Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."
He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the picture of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin and a bandaid on her nose. "Doesnât she look cute?"
"Iâ uhâ do you just carry it on your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise.
"Well, yeah? She gave it to me ages ago." And he turns to pay, like he doesn't understand why they're so surprised about it.
Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already distracted. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."
âËđđËâ pink lilies and cherry-minted lip balms
Friends get each other flowers, right? At least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while grocery shopping with his mom.
It's not his fault that he finds a bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.
When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet, she smiles knowingly.
"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.
"Oh?" He looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they just remind me of y/n, so I might aswell get them for her."
Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.
Except sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesnât she?"
Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries on the checkout belt. "Yep, just make sure to get the one that tastes like cherry-mint, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid, it's her favorite."
"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"
Silence.
Percy stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.
"I guessed." he replies simply.
Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve.
So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.
And it's totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.
"Perseus, you are unbelievable."
âËđđËâ the date
Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried about his best friend going on a date, but worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.
Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didnât even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowersâroses, seriously? and ask her out.
But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didnât even bother trying to get her favorite flowers.
That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.
That's why he doesnât do much the whole day, he can't be bothered with training or joining his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. And by the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.
It's past lights out when thereâs a soft knock coming from his door. And before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.
Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step insideâ as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesnât even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.
No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.
"Hey, how didâ" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.
"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."
Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."
"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."
He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.
"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didnât spend the whole day brooding.
"So bad." Thereâs no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night, barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."
Percy's hands stop on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"
She shifts slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didnât ask me out because of you."
"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists.
She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"
They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.
After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"
His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybeâ"
Percy doesnât let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.
Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.
And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.
âËđđËâ the kiss
The next morning, nobody notices the changeâ because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.
Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.
"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.
"Who knows? It could be years, theyâ" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.
Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.
He doesnât even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."
"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she runs off to go find her spear.
Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."
âsummary: Peter finds his girlfriend sleeping with someone else and it breaks his heart.
... or Peter of all things is jealous of a Spiderman plushie and needs to do something about it.
âwarnings: none.
âa/n: im thinking in doing more of this kind of trope ''jealous of himself'' like i did with jealousy, jealousy , and in all of them Peter will be jealous because his gf loves Spiderman but she doesn't know he is Spiderman.
So what do you guys think, yes or no?
You were lying in your bed, scrolling through your phone with a little Spiderman plushie secured between your arms. You bought it a few days ago, and you have no regrets. It was the right size, not too big to take up all the space on the bed and not too small to disappear. It was perfect, especially when you wanted to hug Peter at night, but he wasn't around.
Just like now. Peter was with you in your room. But he wasn't at the same time. He was sitting on the floor, next to your bed. Too concentrated on his legos so he didn't pay any attention to you. You knew when he was with the legos, everything around him disappeared.
âHey Pete, what if you come to bed and we hug each otherââ âSorry, not now, this lego is not gonna build itselfâ âButââ âI'll be there soon, I promise â
And it's been an hour since he said that.
So yeah, you've tried to persuade him to come cuddle with you on your bed, but it didn't work. And that was when spidey plushie came to picture or as you prefered to called it, your baby.
You were falling asleep, and you were too tired to keep waiting for Peter. The plushie, which was once between your arms, suddenly fell on the lego that Spider was building thanks to the sudden jump your body made. Waking you and scaring Peter.
Everything happened too fast. And even with his spider sense, Peter jumped on his place. The sound of the legos falling on the floor made you turn your head. First you saw him, confusion and frustration written all over Peter's face. He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off when you saw the floor.
âOh my god, baby are you okay? I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I promiseâ Your worry voice filled his heart, even if your eyes didn't meet his.
His heart melted when he saw you. Your hair was slightly tangled and your eyes were fully open now but he still could see you were adjusting to the light, you have been sleeping.
How could he be mad at you for destroying his tower when you looked so pretty and worried for him?
He felt the guilt building on his chest. All you wanted was for him to sleep with you and he denied that to you.
You got out of bed and walked towards him. But your eyes kept glued to the floor, where the lego bricks were scattered on the floor beside your plushie.
Once again, he tried to speak to apologize but you spoke first. He couldn't care less about the lego's.
âI'm glad you're okay baby, now let's come back to sleepâ You ignored Peter gaze. With the plushie on your arms, you made your way back to your bed.
Why would you call baby a some dumb ugly spiderman plushie? wait, spiderman? Oh boy, he wasn't ready to compete again for your love for the damn superheroe.
Peter coughed loudly, demanding your attention. âWhat?â You turned your head, an unbothered look on your face. Clearly you were still upset because he rejected you before. âI'm your baby, not spidermanâ He pouted.
âWell, my babyâ You say as you squeeze the plushie to your chest. And Peter's eyes twitch slightly. âactually wants to sleep with me and I don't even have to beg for itâ His jaw drops when you lie on your side of your bed, giving him your back. You're hugging spiderman plushie so it's head peeks over your shoulder. And he can swear the stuffed toy smiles victoriously at him.
The bet is on. I'm not losing against you, Spiderman.
He collects all the legos and just throws them in a box, he doesn't even look if they're broken. The noise catches your attention. Just like I planned it.
You move slowly, first your head then the rest of your body, and of course, spidey plushie is still between your arms.
âWhat did youââ Faking a yawn, now is Peter's turn to interrupt you, âSuddenly I'm very sleepyâHe walks towards the bed, âmove overâ and when he says that you don't know if he's talking to you because his eyes are focused on the spiderman on your chest.
But you move anyway. He's lying next to you now. Well you, spiderman and him. You're both facing each other. âWanna spoon?â He asks you. And you don't think twice before turning your body. Peter turn off the lamp on your night table. You feel his arm resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. âGoodnight, Peteâ . He kisses the back of your head, murmuring i love you.
The night goes smoothly at first. You are both happily sleeping together. Your breath brings peace to his mind and heart. And he tries to touch your hand but instead he feels something weird, something round and with texture, what the fuck? He opens his eyes, and his hand is touching the head of the plushie, he groans.
A few hours later, he found yourself resting your head on his chest. Making him smile, you always ended up sleeping on him. And he couldn't be happier that you trusted him this way. But the second he tries to get closer to you, something poking at his stomach. Spiderman. Plushie. Again.
He tries to take it away from your hold but he can't. You move slightly and he knows the second he takes spiderman, you're gonna wake up and that's the last thing he wants.
Breathe Peter, it's a toy. Your girlfriend loves it.
But the last straw for Peter is when he's hugging you tightly, so tightly he can actually feel how he's crushing you against his chest. Scared, he let you go. And to no one's surprise, it wasn't you he was hugging. Spiderman. Plushie. Again.
That's it.
He thinks before stepping out of bed, with the plushie in his hand. Peter walks towards the window of your room. He opened, making noise and hoping you don't wake up. You don't need to see this side of him.
âListen dude,â Peter holds spiderman plushie by the throat, âyou might be a replica of me, but sheâ He points at your sleeping figure, âis mine, you can't replace me and no one can replace her either, so learn your place.â Peter drops the stuffed toy and he's smiling proudly.
âPete? What are you doing by the window? And where is my spiderman?â Your hoarse voice brings him back to reality.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
In a second, he shot his spider web and the plushie is back in his hand without a scratch. Sadly.
âI bring him to take some fresh air, but don't worry I'll beâ We'll be back soonâ He sounded nervous, but you didn't pay attention. In your head that was very reasonable because well, it was 4:00 am and nobody is in their right mind at that hour. So you just shrugged off and went back to sleep.
But you heard a whisper before closing your eyes, âNow, where were we, buddy?â
And it's safe to say you couldn't find your plushie the next morning. Or the other mornings. And when you asked Peter about spiderman, he was just as confused as you.
But your boyfriend was with you hugging you every night so you didn't need a spider plushie or something else anymore.
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âsummary: jj doesn't like anything that's scary but he's willing to go in at a haunted mansion just for you.
âwarnings: swearing?
âa/n: i've never been in a haunted mansion (i think u can tell lol) and i don't know the rules of the things you are/aren't allowed to do, so please don't be too hard on me :]
It was a Saturday night, halloween around the corner and a horror carnival came to the island. It was something new and different. So John B thought it would be a good idea to go and all the gang agreed it much to JJ's dismay, who would prefer to be drunk on the beach or surfing or whatever activity it wouldn't involved scary's shit to be honest.
They walked around the carnival, eating food shaped as ghosts and playing some games that were scam and never got a plushie or maybe they were just bad and didn't wanted to admit it. And JJ was actually enjoying himself, it was nice and no scary at all as he thought.
Until Sarah damn Cameron opened his mouth.
âOh my god, a haunted mansion, WE HAVE TO GOâ Sarah practically dragged John B by his arm and the others just followed from behind.
As they made their way, they saw you discussing with the guy at the entrance. Well, you were discussing and the guy just looked tired.
âOh c'mon dude, just let me in alone, I swear I can handle itâ You were the only one on the line of the mansion. Your friends have entered before you, because according to the stupid rules, groups of 2 can only go in. And after lossing rock, paper and scissors you had to wait for your friends to go out and beg one of them to do it again but with you this time.
Or wait for a poor soul who couldn't say no to you.
And lucky for you, that poor soul was looking at you right now.
There was a group of 5 people, two girls and three boys. And you don't need to be a genius to know one of them would need someone you to go inside of the mansion. And when you spotted the handsome blonde guy whose arms wasn't around a shoulder or waist of any of them like the others, his destiny was marked.
You walked towards them. Smiling like a crazy lady and if wasn't beacuse they had heard you arguing with him, they would have assume you were part of the many actors who get paid to scare the people there.
âHeyâ You stopped right in front of JJ, his eyes scanning your body, from your feet to your head. You were pretty, he has to admit it. And you have a beautiful eyes too that hypnotize him. And maybe that's why he didn't registered when you asked him to be your partner at the haunted mansion. And neither he realized when he said yes and his friends laughed at him.
He followed from behind like some lost puppy. You glanced at the guy at the entrance and lifted your brow I'm going inside and you can't stop me. He simply rolled his eyes and let you in.
Inside the house the light was on, you thought it would be dark as hell but you were wrong. The decorations were kinda simple, spiderweb everywhere, blood stains on the floor and walls.
You turned to your side, where jj was standing. And boy, he looked nervous.
âUhm so, you can leave, you know? I'm not gonna force you to stay if you are scared, I'm sure the guy outside won't come here for me anywaysâ He jumped in his place. Clearly, your voice startled him.
âPfft, scared? why would you think that?â He laughed off his nervousness. And to make his point, he took out his hand to you, âIf you get scared you can hold onto meââ
BOOM! A door slamed hard
He pulled you by your hand, hard. Making you bump to his side. You lifted an eyebrow, seriously?
JJ, embarrased, cleared his throath, âI was testing you, you passedâ And he let go of your hand.
âLet's begin so we can leave fastâ You saw a table a few steps of you. A flashlight was there, âWhy we would need aââ The lights went off. Everything was dark. And you felt jj hand over yours, again, âAre you scared, pretty boy?â You tease him.
âOf course notâ He scoffed, trying to sound offended, âThen why are YOU holding MY hand so tightly?â You remarked, âI'm not holding your handâ âYeah right, if it's not you whoââ âThat's why we gave you flashlights, so you can see what's around youâ
âAHHHHâ You both screamed. You ran adrenaline taking over all of your senses and you hoped jj was the one following you because you weren't going back for him. You used your flashlight and when the light was on, you saw a door. You entered whithouth thinking twice. You slammed the door behing you, closing the entrance to the person in the other side.
BANG! BANG!
Someome was trying to open the door, desperately.
âPlease open the door! it's meâ JJ whispered. And when you heard his voice, you opened the door. He wasted no time and walked inside.
âDamn you can runâ He was catching his breath. âAnd since I almost died, I thought It would be nice to know the name of the cute girl who let me by myself out thereâ You rolled your eyes, but you told him your name anyways. âMy name's JJ but you can call me anytimeâ He winked your way. âIs flirting with a stranger girl in a haunted mansion your way of dealing with fear?â âOnly when they're cuteâ He added, making you smile.
âI think we can go out, what you think?â You asked heading to the door. He nodded his head, agreeing with you. The door cracked loud just like in the movies. And when was fully open, you stepped outside, carefully not to drag more attention to you.
With the flashlight on your hand, you two made your way through the house side by side. And with every step you took, you felt like a year of your life was slipping away. This was too scary. And when you turned a corner of the mansion, a mechanic witch jumped infront of you with a loud laugh. And you were sure you have never screamed so loud in your life. And that a man's voice could be so high.
You walked towards the stairs. In the second floor everything was too quiet. You could only hear your breathings. And jj was breathing too hard at your back.
âWould you stop breathing so loudly? they're gonna find us!â You hissed at him, moving the flashligth to his face. âI thought it was youâ He whispered back at you. Blocking the light with one of his hands.
You felt chills run through your body. âFound youâ And a man with a chainsaw made his appearence from JJ's side.
His eyes went wide. And you screamed again, making you drop the flashlight. But this time he did took your hand. And the running started again with a killer chasing you.
You made it to the end of the stairs, almost falling. You pressed a trembling hand to your chest as if that would do anything to slow your heart.
âThis way, hurry!â He pulled you by your hand and keep running. Turning his head time to time to see it was actually you and not a random killer.
His eyes were crazed, darting around to look at the shadows of the mansion. He rand as if he knew the place. He took you at one of the living rooms and finally, he saw a sign.
Exit in green lights. Fucking finally.
You two heard steps and assumed someone was after you. But you were too afraid to turn around and see who was it.
And he was about to open the door when a clown emerge it from the shadows and laughed maniacally. Your throat was dry for all the screaming. But you screamed your lungs out anyways.
You and jj don't know how you made your way out of the mansion. But somehow you did it. You opened your eyes, which you didn't know when you closed them. Only to find yourself clinging to his side, seeking from proctection.
âNext time we should just try the cupcakes with ghost shapeâ You told him, still clinging at his side. âPlanning to see me again already, huh?â And his flirting self was back again, as if he wasn't screaming just a moment ago. âYeah 'cause I fall for you when you were shaking like a chihuahua inside the mansionâ You didn't hide the sarcasm in your voice. âIt was coldâ âIt wasn'tâ He was about to open his mouth again but you interrupted him, âLet's walk out of here and never comeback, okay?â âYes ma'amâ His boyish smile replaced the fear from the house for a new emotion.
in love with the way you wrote for gotakđđđmay I get a gotak x reader where both of them are like, vemexperts in flirting so teasing each other lightly, but pre relationship ?? Tyy
âwarnings: not proof reading sorry!
âa/n: Hii anon, thank you for your words, I hope you like this one! <3
You're sitting on the benches of the school with Jun-tae and Si-eun watching Gotak and Baku play basketball. Sometimes you play with them. But you always like it better to watch him from this place.
And not playing, it meant you could tease Gotak from afar and watch him struggle between your flirts and the game. It was funny and endearing, he could be any cuter?
So when he asks you to be the referee, you're about to say no, but would you miss the chance?
âIf I'm the ref, I'll only keep checking you outâ He was about to take the ball away from Baku but your response took him off guard.
âAaand pointâ Baku scores and makes a silly dance of victory, but Gotak ignores him, âWell maybe that's why I want you to be the referee, don't take your eyes off meâ He winks at you and now you're the one without words. You feel how hot your face is right now. And so the only thing you can do is roll your eyes and he laughs, that damn laugh that makes you weak in your knees.
âTrust me, I'm always looking at youâ You pause, his eyes don't leave yours, âEven when you suck at scoring a pointâ The grin on your face only grows when you see the light blush on his cheeks. But you're not entirely sure if it's for you or the game.
It's for you
âOh come on! We're playing, can't you two stop flirting for a moment?â Baku complains, throwing the ball to Gotak who catches it at the last minute.
âYou should be taking advantage of Gotak being distracted by me and you're welcome, by the wayâ You scoff at him. A frown begins to form on your face but Gotak knows what to say to make you smile, âI mean, I'm always kinda distracted when you're near me anywaysâ
âThey seriously can't stop flirtingâ âHmphâ You hear Jun-tae and Si-eun at your back.
Ignoring them, you clear your throat, âThat's why you always lost at Baku?â âHey!â
The bell rings and you, Si-eun and Jun-tae start picking up your stuff but Gotak's voice interrumps you.
He says your name, loud enough to bring your attention back at him, âLook, the last point is for you, If I score this one I'm not only winning the match but you're gonna have a date with meâ Everyone freezes. Baku opens his eyes, they almost pop out of their place. Si-eun murmurs a finally and Jun-tae have his hand over his mouth forming an O. And even your heart freeze but only to start bumping faster and louder. You could try hide your reactions but your heart never lies.
âYou shouldn't be threatening people in publicâ You walk towards him, at the court. âIt's not a threat, it's a... warning, you're about to have the best date in your life, so prepare yourself to fall for meâ
And with everyone watching him in awe, he moves fast, bouncing the ball, and the ball is flying in the air.
You hold your breath. Your thoughts are a mess, where you should go? should be a cafe? a park? how are you gonna dress?â
You all watch how the ball hits the ground. And you can't believe it, that really happened? Did heâ
âMISS? HOW COULD YOU'VE MISSED IT!?â âHAHAHAHAâ âOh my god, I can't watch thisâ
âWell, at least the ball fell for you?â You're not even sure what to say to him in this situation, because you really, really wanted him to take you out on a date.
Gotak sighs, clearly defeated, âHey, maybe next time you can shoot the ball on the hoopâ His mood lifts âNext time?â âYeah, and you better score 'cause I don't want to wait too long for that amazing dateâ