This Is Actually Super Sweet Like Did Peter Just Ask Y/n To Move In - SO DAMN SMOOTH

This is actually super sweet like did Peter just ask y/n to move in - SO DAMN SMOOTH

Wait That’s Illegal{P.P.}

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): (Y/N) commits a felony

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉:  479 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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After school ended you wanted to visit your boyfriend. Peter is super sweet and he doesn’t usually mind when you pop in unannounced, he knows you practically live with him.

You got to his apartment and the door was locked. Dejected, you tried going to a friends place. She wasn’t there either. It was about a fifteen minute trip from Peter’s so you thought that, after thirty minutes, Peter would be home!

He wasn’t.

You decided, in your infinite wisdom, that it would be a good idea to essentially break into his apartment. May wasn’t home and Peter wasn’t home but you were so… What could go wrong?

You climbed up the fire escape to the window to his apartment and saw that the window was locked. You slid a knife along the bottom of the window until it hit where the latch was. You managed to get the window open within ten minutes and went to Peter’s room. 

You had been there for about an hour when he got home.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” He asked, walking over to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“Homework,” You responded, doing your math.

“Yeah, I see that babe. I mean, how did you get in?” He asked when he got his homework out of his own bag.

“Oh, I climbed up the fire escape and shimmied the window open, I crawled through the window without breaking anything and here I am!” You said proudly,  with the biggest smile on your face. 

“Yeah… That’s what I thought. (Y/N), that’s a felony,” Peter sighed. He shook his head  little with a smile. “That’s extremely illegal.”

“Well, yeah, but you live here. Is it really a felony then?” You asked.

“Yes. Entering any building by force, or finesse, without the owners express permission is, in fact, a felony.” Peter explained to you.

“Huh. I didn’t know that,” You said. “But, if it’s a felony then how come it happens so often in the city?” You asked, trying to trip up Peter.

“Still a felony,” He said while getting a sweatshirt from his closet.

“Uh huh… Well it’s a good thing that I didn’t get caught, right?” You asked, putting your work back in your folder and staying in his chair at his desk.

“It’s great but I think I’m just gonna give you a key,” He told you, wrapping an arm around you. 

“That would be smart, I practically live here!” You said excitedly as Peter pulled his sweatshirt over your head.

“Yep. And now you’re stealing my clothes,” He joked. “I should report you for this.”

“Oh stop,” You told him, planting a kiss to his lips.

“Now, get up. I need to use my desk, I have math too,” He told you, pulling you up from his chair.

“Now I get to be a nuisance!” You exclaimed.

stop this is so sweet wkefkl

A ‘Rollins’ problem- Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Prompts: 1. You didn’t have to use her;2.I miss him.

@hufflesight after a long time, here it is! and this is not very angstyl<3 I’m so sorry 😅. it’s pretty long, and it has a few scenes in it so enjoyy! also im sorry if this is shit :P i tried to queue it, but i dont know shit about queing so im so sorry. ppl! in a few hours @hufflesight​ is going to post a kaz fic with the same prompts, go and read it after its posted!

for pete’s sake, PLEASE COMMENT! I GET MOTIVATED TO WRITE WHEN YOU TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE WHAT I WRITE! IF YOU’RE SHY, TELL ME ON ANON! JUST PLEASE I NEED A LITTLE INTERACTION!

Tw: talks of assault-nothing graphic, daddy issues, toxic relationship(with father) mentions of blood and being captured.

Taglist: @scandalous-chaos @staytrueblue @confuscita @messers-moony-lupin @sirisuorionblack​ @mrs-brekker15​ @kurogue-nine​

  Kaz remembered the day he saw you for the first time very well.

It was a good day, the heist had gone well, Inej and Jesper were safe, Jordie didn’t plague his mind.

And then you came in, hair falling over one of your eyes, arms bruised and slightly limping. You went over to the bar and asked the bartender for ice.

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omg this is perfect 😭😭

Here to request because i love you're writing so much!! If you can, can i please have a kaz x reader where reader is captured and she's like severely beat up, and kaz is just on a rampage and he's like, " you're going to pay for hurting my girl" or something like that? thank you so much<33 you better look forward to requests from mee, i love you're writing! hope you have a good day/night!

My Girl

kaz brekker x female!reader ; behind the clouds by yaeow

warnings: kidnapping and mentions of torture, swear words, sad.

word count: 1789

key: italics = flashbacks

writers note: awh thank you!! i love your writing as well. thank u so much for the request! loved writing it <33 and yes, i look forward for more requests from you!!

It was a trap. It was all a trap—he should've known it wouldn't have been this easy. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get her out of here. A few hours ago, he knew that getting her back would be difficult, but he didn't think it would be this easy.

A few hours ago, he was just sitting in his office waiting for y/n's arrival; they had went out an hour ago to go to Jesper at the Crow Club. As he was reading a few important documents on his desk, there was a knock on the door. Kaz looked up, "Come in."

It was Jesper, Kaz sightly furrowed his eyebrows. “Jesper, what are you doing here?” Kaz asked him, the whereabouts of y/n in the back of his mind. “I was wondering where y/n was? She was supposed to meet up with me like 30 minutes ago, but she wasn’t at the meet up. So, I was thinking she might’ve forgot or something,” Jesper replied. “Where is she?”

“She headed out to meet up with you like an hour ago,” Kaz told Jesper, “You’re saying you haven’t seen her at all?” Jesper shook his head ‘no,’ “Kaz, if she’s not with you and she’s not with me. Where the hell is she?”

Kaz stood up, “We need to find her.”

It wasn’t long before Kaz started to panic, no one has seen where she was and he was going insane because of it. He was shouting and yelling orders for people to find her, no matter what, he needed to make sure y/n was safe. He had asked Inej to look around, ask around for her and eavesdrop on information that could be useful in finding her. Of course, Inej being Inej managed to find a single information about y/n. Apparently before her disappearance, she was seen talking to two different men and Inej was trying to search for the men matching those features, while Kaz... well he was busy asking (threatening) people about y/n's whereabouts.

"Tell. Me. Where is the girl you talked to in front of the store?" Kaz asked him, slowly stepping closer to him. "I—I don't know," the man shook, he was terrified of what Kaz could do to him. "If you don't tell me, right now. I won't hesitate to ripe off all your fucking nails and—how about your eyes as well, now tell me—" the man Kaz was threatening finally cracked, "I don't know. I truly don't know, I'm not from around here. Can't you tell from my accent? I was asking her for directions and she was kind enough to help me out, I don't know where she is and I don't even know her name, so please, I didn't do what you think I did."

Kaz stared hard at the man, he was about to bring up his cane to smash the man, but Inej came in just in time. The man that Kaz was investigating wasn't lying, he didn't know who she was, Kaz just wasn't asking the right questions. "Kaz! Don't hurt him," Inej shouted, "He's useful to us."

"He said that he didn't know who she was and that she was helping him with directions," Kaz explained to her what the man told him. Inej turned to look at the man, "Who did you see talk to her after you left to go to your destination?"

"I think people call him... Pekka Rollins?" the man pleaded, "Please don't hurt me..."

Those words that came out of his mouth caused Kaz to immediately turn towards the door, to which Inej quickly followed. Of course making sure to bring Jesper and the rest of the crows to help out.

You see, y/n wasn’t that far off away from Kaz. She was a few blocks away, hidden in an abandoned warehouse. She was lying on the floor, exhausted from the people who's taken her's beat up; y/n was bruised all over and if Kaz would see her right now, he would burn each and everyone of them alive. y/n was going in and out of consciousness as she tried to steady herself up against the wall, but she couldn't. Everything felt so heavy.

"Kaz..." y/n called out, "KAZ!" Kaz jolted awake, he had a scared look on his face as he turned to check if y/n was still by his side. "I'm here. It's okay, it's just a nightmare. I'm right here, see?" y/n told him, but not wanting to touch him yet, incase he starts panicking even more.

The nightmare had felt so real. She was gone.

y/n watched as he tried to recall his dream, "I'll go make some tea to help you calm down." Kaz nodded, not wanting to say anything, at least not yet. y/n got up from their shared bed and quickly headed to the kitchen to make two cups of tea, before heading back and handing the tea to him. They sat there drinking tea in silence before Kaz spoke, "You were gone." With those words, y/n understood. "But, I'm not. I'm right here, I always will be, you know that," y/n smiled at him. He nodded his head again, he knew that, but a part of him was still afraid. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of losing the one person he loves.

"y/n, can you hear me?" Kaz asked y/n, looking at her closed eyes. "y/n?" Kaz felt sick, looking at the pain y/n had been hurt. She was bruised all over with cuts on her face as well as arms and legs. He wanted to turn back time and protect her from ever getting hurt like this.

A groan came from y/n as she's slowly opening her eyes, adjusting to the lights. It felt like just a few minutes ago when she was trying to straighten herself up; she was trying to think, she could hear the voice, it sounded familiar so she called out to the person she hoped it belonged to. "Kaz?" she whispered, "You need to get out of here..."

"I know, we need to get out of here. Come on, Inej will hold you up," Kaz said helping Inej try to put y/n arm around her shoulder and helping her up. "It's a trap..." y/n whispered out, "You need to run... just leave me."

"What are you—" A loud gunshot drew Kaz's attention, 'Was that Jesper's gunshot?' Kaz thought to himself. "Come on, we need to go," he led the way for them to get out of the warehouse. As they drew closer to the exit, they soon realised that it was blocked. "Shit, why is it blocked, Inej do you remember another way—" before Kaz could finished his sentence, he realised that they were surrounded. A few, about ten guards had surrounded them and Jesper and Nina were no where to be found.

There was nothing they could do, they could try to fight back, but that could end up with them both getting injured. Kaz still stood his ground as a man moved between the guards that surrounded them, it was Pekka Rollins. "You're going to pay for hurting her," Kaz said to him, 'For hurting my girl.'

Pekka Rollins chuckled, "Keep dreaming, Brekker. I will destroy you before you can even attempt in destroying me." "And how are you going to do that?" Kaz asked.

Rollins nodded his head towards y/n, causing Kaz to freeze. Two of the guards when to grab you from Inej's hold, of course, Inej tried to fight them and not let them have you, but it was no use. "It wasn't hard to find a way to destroy you, Brekker. It wasn't long before I found out that she was the one who keeps you a float. So, I thought, why not use her to destroy you." Rollins brought his hand to get out his pistol from his hold and pointed it towards y/n's head. Kaz's hurt almost dropped, he can't lose her. Not like this.

"The documents that were sent to you this morning, deny it. Don't get involved in something that you clearly won't be able to complete. That position is mine and mine only. What do you say?" Rollins brought the gun closer to her head, nudging her head with the pistol. y/n looked up into Kaz's eyes, shaking her head. She didn't want him to deny the job, it was something that could really help the Crows and help them gain something that could sustain them for a long while. "Don't," y/n mouthed out.

Kaz looked into her eyes, how could y/n say that. He can't just let her die, can't just let him shoot her over some stupid work that wasn't as important as her. Before Kaz could do anything, he heard y/n's voice: "I love you" which was followed by an unexpected move, she shrugged off the guards' hold and tried to push away Pekka Rollin's pistol. Before he could even move an inch, the loud ringing of the pistol fire filled his ears. His eyes were wide open as he saw y/n fall down to the ground, but she wasn't the only one, the rest of the guards did as well. He turned his head around the room to see who caused it and that was when he saw Nina. She was doing her Grisha hand motions again, she was giving all the guards a heart attack and she made sure it was slow and painful. Inej and Kaz quickly ran to y/n, flipping her over and checking for injuries. There was a clear sign that y/n was shot on the abdomen, but the way she wasn't answering them was the most concerning part.

Kaz was overthinking again, like what if she never answers him again. What if she never tells him a joke that causes him to roll his eyes, what if she's not there when he wakes up. Kaz unconscious went to grab y/n's hand that was littered with cuts, he couldn't help but flinch back when he felt the coldness of her skin. Inej brought her hand up to check y/n's heartbeat with a panicked look, she started to sob, "y/n, no, don't leave us." Nina quickly came and started trying to help her, after a few minutes, Nina stopped. She looked down y/n's body as tears flooded her eyes, she shook her head.

Kaz sat still, motionless; his worst nightmare had became true. His eyes lingered on y/n's hands and then to her face. He didn't even get to say "I love you" back. y/n didn't get to hear him say it back.

Pekka Rollins did know how to destroy Kaz Brekker and he succeeded.

writers note: i was gonna make it happy but... no

taglist: @lilmissquackson @scandalous-chaos (if you want to be added, tell me in asks or message me <3)

bestie why would you make me internally cry- 

Wax Hands {T.S.}

Warning(s): Angst, fostering/adoption, some fluff, Tony dying, endgame spoilers, the Watts Family(murder but not detailed), a little fluff and a few happy moments

Word Count: 1612 words

Prompt(s): Tiny Hand in Big Hand, “I’m worried about you.”

Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Child!reader

A/N: This is for @depressed-barnes 300 follower celebration! Congratulations and thank you for letting me participate! I would have gotten this out sooner if my internet wasn’t out last night and for most of this morning. Anyway… Hope you enjoy!

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Tony Stark, most famously known as the current co-owner of Stark Industries, which specializes in weapon manufacturing and shipping. Pepper Potts is Tony’s personal assistant and she realized that his public image is… not terrific. She encouraged him to adopt a dog or a cat, something that would make people think he had a heart.

Tony, being Tony, decides to become a foster parent. To a child. He applied, he did all his paperwork, he did everything to make sure he would get approved. About a month later he received a phone call about foster child placement. He got some basic information about a little 4 year old girl named (Y/N).

He painted your room a beautiful lavender, put in a nice, larger-than-any-four-year-old-needs bed, a large bookshelf, and a chest at the end of your bed with fluffy blankets and different stuffies.

When (Y/N) came into Tony’s care you were very shy but Tony was determined to get you to like him. He absolutely spoiled you. Eventually, after many late night talks over ice cream and chocolate milk, you loved Tony. They’d hang out almost everyday, shopping, talking, getting to know each other, laughing, making jokes, everything. Soon enough his image had turned. He headlined almost every time someone took a picture of you two together, usually accompanied by “He’s such a cute dad!” or something if a picture is posted online. Stark seemed to always be trending on Twitter because of this. 

It suddenly stopped when he went missing for almost a full year. Pepper took care of little (Y/N) and… it was hard for the both of them. 

One night (Y/N) comes into Pepper’s room, clutching a special bear that you had made with Tony at Build-A-Bear.

“Do you know where Tony is?” You asked sadly, climbing into your bed.

“I don’t (Y/N),” Pepper admits, wrapping your arms around the little girl.

“I want my daddy back!” You wailed, starting to sob into Pepper’s shoulder.

“I know,” Pepper said, stroking your hair. “I know.”

A week later he came back. The first thing he did, even before his press conference, was promise (Y/N) something.

“(Y/N),” He said, bending down to your level when you were still turned around.

“Daddy!” You screamed, jumping into his arms.

“Hey (N/N). Did you miss me?” He asked, keeping you in his unbroken arm.

“Mhm!”

“Well, I promise you that, once my arm gets all better, that I will spend a full week with you. Just you and me. How’s that sound?” He asked, he watched as your face slowly lit up.

You nodded your head enthusiastically and gave him another hug. He went into the press conference with a burger and was done after an hour. You didn’t know this until four months later but he signed the papers to formally adopt you. It took four months but you were his daughter now, though you both knew you always were.

True to his word, when his arm was better he took you out of state to an amusement park so he couldn’t be reached by his employees or be tempted to go home. It was nearing the end of the day and Tony said that you could do one more thing.

“What’s that?” You asked him, pointing to a wax hand station.

“Oh, it’s hot wax. You stick your hand in it, wait for it to dry, and they peel it off for you to take home,” Tony explained, already leading you to the stand.

You two had contemplated what you wanted and you both decided on peace signs. You went home with wax peace signs, a small one from you and a big one from him. 

It became a tradition. Wax hands every time you get the chance. He once put his hand in like he was offering someone his hand and gave it to you so “Every time you want someone to hold your hand then I’m there for you.”

Soon enough, in almost the blink of an eye, you were starting high school. You haven’t really made friends since you switched schools to Midtown Science High School. You just kept your head down and learned as much as you could. Tony noticed that it was starting to affect you. While he encouraged you to make friends he also knew that it was hard.

You did well in school all four years, at the expense of your sleep and mental health of course. Your junior year was the roughest. You had been working on your semester project in Tony’s lab at around one in the morning when Tony came down.

“(Y/N), why are you still awake?” He asked with his arms crossed. He wasn’t mad, just a little worried.

“Project,” You simply stated.

“I’m worried about you. You’ve been doing this all week,” He told you. He only knew you had been because of Friday but still.

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” You tried. Tony only stared at you. “Fine, I’ll get some sleep,” You sighed after a staring contest that went on for way too long.

The next night you did the same thing while listening to a true crime podcast. The case of the Watts family came on and you listened to the entire episode until a really disturbing piece of information came on. You dropped your tools immediately and burst into Tony’s room, trying not to cry. You shook your dad up and he immediately went into a fighting stance, even if tiredly.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Can I sleep in here tonight…?” You asked, wiping your eyes. Tony nodded and scooted over.

“What happened?” He asked while you held his hand, your hands still small against his even at sixteen.

“I just realized that I love you and you’re my hero,” You said. “I don’t want to lose you ever.”

“You won’t until I’m old,” He said.

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“Pepper, where’s Morgan?” You asked, looking for your little sister. Even though you two were sixteen years apart you still enjoyed hanging out and playing with each other.

“Er… I don’t know. But I’m looking for your dad too, have you seen him?” She asked you, putting her hands on her hips and sighing.

“They’re probably together,” You reasoned.

You found Morgan and Tony in the woods having a tea party.

“What!” You yelled out. “Morgan, you had a tea party and didn’t invite me?” You jokingly asked.

“It was a daddy-daughter-stuffie-mom’s mask tea party,” Tony informed you matter-of-factly with a boa and tiara on, sipping “tea” Morgan made.

“(Y/N)!” Morgan had instantly abandoned the tea party and gave you a hug. “Wanna play?”

“Of course! That’s why I was looking for you! Oh, and I also made cupcakes,” You told her, walking back toward the cabin.

“Yay!” She exclaimed.

You, Morgan, Pepper, and a boa clad Tony had eaten cupcakes and conversed in the kitchen. It was pretty nice.

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You had stood with Peter, Morgan, and Harley at the funeral. It was at the lake behind your house. You could barely keep it together but felt like you had to for Morgan and Pepper. 

After the funeral people talked with each other, people gave you their condolences, the world seemed bleak, all your accomplishments seemed pointless. Everything was off.

You went into the house and cried in the lab, his lab. All the technology your dad had seemed untouchable now even though you used it all the time. You were walking around when you saw a folder labeled “(Y/N)’s drawings”. You opened it and it was everything you ever drew or colored for him. They all had dates and what you said they were. The latest date was 11/3/10, according to you it was a dog while, in reality it was just a cow with skinny legs. 

Now you just looked around for anything though you fully thought it was just the one folder. You opened a closet and it had boxes in it. 

“(Y/N)’s Projects”

“(Y/N)’s Gifts to Me”

“(Y/N)’s Old Stuffies She Might Want One Day”

“Build-A-Bear w/ (Y/N)”

One box in particular caught your eye.

“Wax Hands w/ (Y/N)”

You took it out and it was every wax hand he’d ever made with you. Half hearts, peace signs, the hand he offered to you… You took it and went into your room. You put it on your desk and put you hand in it. Your hands still looked small compared to it. You smiled slightly and let the tears finally flow.

You missed him.

“You know, he had a program just for you too,” Peter said. You jumped and turned to him. “It was the Put It On The Fridge one. Every time you said something and he was proud of it he would tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to add it,” He told you before walking out. “I’m sorry for barging in and for your loss.”

That night you had been at your desk, trying to finish a paper, holding your dads wax hand and you were curious.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y… What’s everything (Y/N) has ever said that’s on the Put It On The Fridge program?” You asked up at your ceiling to the AI.

She showed you and it was smart things you said, sarcasm, awkward moments, bad things you’ve done and have admitted to doing. He was proud of you. For everything it seemed.

That night you went to bed knowing that.

You got peace for the first time in the last couple of months.

AAA this is so sweet wkjwfk

Jealousy Is Blue

𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐵𝓎: No one

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Jealous Percy, blue hair dye, mild fighting, jealous Percy, Sally being a saint(as always), poorly written 3rd person(meaning I person hop, this is just third person practice), I mean like… slight angst? Maybe? Fluffy ending though.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 978 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Percy Jackson x Fem!Cabin 5!Reader

𝒫𝒪𝒱: 3rd person

𝒜/𝒩: Hey, I’m relatively new to Tumblr but I write a lot and this is from my Quotev account if it gets recognized. Hop on over to my account if you like this and request something, I’m always looking for requests!

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“Percy!” (Y/N) screeched, stomping from her cabin to her boyfriend. Her (H/C) hair had been turned into electric blue, courtesy of Percy Jackson.

“Here we go again…” Percy muttered under his breath.

“I’m gonna kill you!” She continued as she got closer.

“You threatened that last time (L/N),” Percy reminded her. He still held on to that, it was priceless in his eyes.

“Well… yeah but this time it’s true!” She promises.

“Are you gonna have Clarisse do it? Because getting murdered by my girlfriend would be only a little embarrassing,” Percy joked before he could process that his, usually sweet and semi-quiet, girlfriend was not in the mood.

“You shouldn’t have dyed my hair blue!” (Y/N) cried, getting in Percy’s personal space now.

“It looks good babe,” Percy tried.

“You suck man,” She said before retreating to her cabin.

“We have dinner with my mom tonight! Remember that!” Percy called as an afterthought. He ran his hand through his black hair and chuckled to himself.

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“So, (Y/N)… what’s, uh, what’s going on? With the… the hair?” Sally awkwardly asked (Y/N) gesturing to her electric blue hair. It had been a while since Sally had seen (Y/N) but she didn’t think it had been that long.

“Ask your stupid son,” (Y/N) said while crossing her arms. She’s still steaming.

“Percy? What did you do?” Sally asked her son, somewhat sternly.

“Only claiming her,” Percy feebly explained.

“Claiming me? What the hell?” (Y/N) asked, standing up and fuming. Percy swore he could see smoke coming from her ears when he said that.

“And getting back at the Ares cabin for the other pranks,” Percy tried again. He could tell he was failing since his two favorite women were both glaring at him.

“Oh my gods! You dyed my hair for a prank war?! Now I’m gonna kill you,” (Y/N) says. She’s fully prepared to jump over the table at Percy but doesn’t because of Sally’s hand on her shoulder.

“How about we don’t do that…?” Sally asks (Y/N). Sally’s touch was comforting to (Y/N).

“Ms. Jackson, you are an amazing person but, and I’m very sorry about this, I have to murder your son.” (Y/N) says sincerely.

“I can… I have a sword!” Percy says, starting to take Riptide out of his pocket.

“Okay, we can talk this out, we usually do,” Sally says while getting between the fighting demigods.

“I’m the daughter of the god of war, you really wanna…” (Y/N) starts, only to be cut off by Sally.

“Stop it you two! Now, Percy, what is this about claiming (Y/N)?” Sally asked Percy, a little sterner than the first time.

“Yeah, what is it about claiming (Y/N)? Wait, I’m (Y/N).” She realized. “Oh my lord, I’m turning into Clarisse, one moment.” (Y/N) went to the bathroom and retching could be heard from it.

“We’ll wait for her to get back,” Sally said calmly.

“Yeah…” Percy agreed.

“I’m back,” (Y/N) announces, walking back into the kitchen in one of Percy’s shirts. They may be fighting but she still likes to steal his clothes.

“Obviously,” Percy said, trying to ignore the fact that (Y/N) was wearing his shirt.

“Anyway! There’s a story behind the hair dye, what is it?” Sally asked, sensing the slight tension between the two kids.

“Well…” Percy said, starting his story.

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“Hey, thanks for helping me with this.” Jonah, a Demeter kid, thanked (Y/N).

“No problem Jonah! You know I love baking!” (Y/N) told him, smiling brightly at the boy and balancing the tray of cupcakes on her arm. She had baked way more than needed and was trying not to drop the trays she had.

“You are a lifesaver (Y/N). Are you sure you don’t need help? I can carry it for you.” Jonah offered, holding his hand out for her.

“Oh, no, I’ve got it… whoa!” (Y/N) exclaimed, tripping over a root in the ground. She had dropped the cupcakes but it wasn’t Jonah’s concern.

“You alright?” Jonah asked, helping her up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks. That root came out of nowhere.” (Y/N) said, laughing nervously and trying to salvage some of the desserts. 

“Yeah, it did. Here let me carry them and I’ll keep a lookout for spare branches. It’s probably a newly discovered sibling thinking it’s cool to control plants.” Jonah joked, he took the tray from her and started walking to his cabin.

“Oh, it’s cool. I just wish I could control something. Being an Ares kid is boring, like, you don’t even know.” (Y/N) said.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty cool,” Jonah assured her.

“Aww! You’re so sweet!” (Y/N) exclaimed, hugging him.

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“You dyed my hair because you were jealous?” (Y/N) asked Percy. It made sense but she was still mad.

“He kept finding reasons to be more than friendly with you!” Percy defended.

“I… what? Sometimes my brain short circuits around you.” (Y/N) said, rubbing her temples in an attempt to get her point across.

“He moved that branch on purpose!” Percy said angrily. ‘Why can’t she see that?’ He had asked himself.

“Oh, my gods…” (Y/N) responded, dropping her head on the table.

“What? He did.” Percy said.

-

(Y/N) and Percy had made up and was now cuddling in his room. Percy was running his hands through (Y/N)’s hair and giving her the occasional kiss on the temple. (Y/N) was almost asleep when she started to speak.

“Percy?” She asked tiredly.

“Yeah?” Percy asked.

“You’re an idiot.” (Y/N) reminds him.

“I know,” Percy admits.

“But you’re my idiot.” She continued.

“I know,” Percy said, kissing her temple and continuing what he was previously doing until (Y/N) fell asleep.

Mmkay, one more for good measure <33 James losing his glasses and so you have to help him out with reading little things throughout the day. Like reading the instructions in potions class or softly whispering the questions on the black board for him when a professor calls on him to answer or helping him with his homework by writing the answers to the questions down for him

four-eyes // j.p.

Summary: When James misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day. Contains: Shit ton of fluff.

“What are you looking for, Potter?” you asked under your breath, irritated by James’s shuffling in the desk beside you. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” he stopped to roll his eyes and click his tongue before he kept on rummaging through his schoolbag. “Can’t find my bloody glasses s’all.”

He’d been wearing them not ten minutes ago, but you knew your boyfriend. He’d probably dropped them in the halls on the way to class. Maybe if he didn’t strut around so boyishly he wouldn’t drop all of his possessions, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. You were in Transfiguration at the moment, and you couldn’t just stop taking notes to help him look, so you offered the next best thing. “Don’t worry Jamie, you can copy my notes later.”

James was visibly flustered, but your offer clearly got you his full attention.

“Oh, no, peanut. It’s alright, I’m sure they’re just in here somewhere.”

“Mr. Potter?” Mcgongall beckoned. “The answer to number 2, please.”

You didn’t need to look to know James was internally giggling at the mention of number 2, so you gently elbowed him back to reality. Only the reality was he couldn’t see a thing that was written on the blackboard before him. 

“It says ‘which of these is not a type of transfiguration?’”, you whispered to him discreetly, “’Enchantment’, -”

“Enchantment!” James blurted out, and you honestly weren’t sure if he was right or not, seeing as you’d only listed the first of four options. But your worries soon vanished when Minnie gave him a look of approval and went on with the class.

“Thanks, love.” he muttered to you, smiling uncharacteristically shyly, and you swore you saw him blush out of the corner of your eye.

You’d had nearly no time to properly search for James’s glasses in between classes, and you found yourself having to haul him over to Potions to make it on time.

“Love?” you heard him peep as you set your things down and got comfortable. Flitwick had provided you with a list of ingredients and instructions for the day’s potion.

“Yeah, Jamie?”

“I-I can’t quite make out the instructions.” you turned and watched as his brows furrowed, squinting to decipher the print. You felt a bit bad, but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how precious he looked in this moment, hair in disarray after anxiously running his hand through it and cheeks flushed.

“What?” he asked, and you realized you’d been staring. You couldn’t fight the smile that broke across your face.

“Nothing, you just look so cute when you squint like that.” you teased, playfully punching his arm and taking the parchment from his shaky grasp. “Hand it over, four-eyes. You’re blind as a bat.”

“Not blind enough to miss the way you can’t stop ogling at me, poppet.” he fired back, flashing the trademark cheeky grin that seemed to be forever plastered onto his face.

“Now, now, Potter.” you clicked your tongue, “I think thanks are in order since I am the one helping you.”

“Oh, please. We both know you’re going to milk as many trips to Honeydukes as you can out of this.” he scoffed and you turned towards him, amused and sensing he had more to say. You were proven right as he affected a high pitched voice and girly demeanor. “Oh, Jamie. Remember that time you couldn’t find your glasses and I helped you all day? Come on, now, buy me some candy.”

“Merlin, do I really sound like that?” you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated impression, and soon felt two strong arms winding around you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

“No, peanut, You sound lovely.” he sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck and going back to stand at your side. “Now what does it say here, dove?”

Your last class had finally come to an end and though you didn’t mind a whole day of holding James’s hand a bit tighter than usual as you steered him through the sea of students, you reluctantly set off with James in tow to search for his misplaced glasses.

“Where was the last place you had ‘em?” your voice echoed through the now empty castle corridor as the last of your peers shuffled out. 

“I don’t know!” James whined, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t you want to find them, James?” you asked, not expecting the playful glint in his eyes when they opened and met your own. 

“Don’t know, angel. I think I like you lugging me around and whispering in my ear a little more than I should.” he tugged you closer to him and let you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” you whispered breathily in his ear, causing a shiver to travel down his spine.

“Oi, Prongs! How much longer have I got to hold onto your bloody glasses, mate? You gave ‘em to me at the end of Minnie’s class, take ‘em back already! I can’t handle this responsibility!” Sirius hollered from the end of the hall. You pulled your head out from the crook of James’s neck, flashing him an accusing look similar to the one he was currently giving Sirius.

“I’m sensing tension!” Sirius squeaked before making a run for it, disappearing around the corner.

“You found them in Transfiguration?” you crossed your arms and gave him what you hoped was a stern glare. “And you let me help you all day?”

“Yeah.” he peeped, not daring to take his eyes off his shoes. “Just liked the attention.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at that face. Not when his lip was jutted out like that and his brows furrowed so. You brought a gentle hand to his cheek and gave him a tender peck. 

“It’s okay.” you said calmly, before giving him a barely there smack on the head and chuckling. “Alright, now it’s okay.”

James gave you a deeper kiss this time. “Sorry about that, peanut. But I think I should hunt Sirius down now and get ‘em back. Don’t think I can go much longer without getting a proper look at you.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he was bolting down the hall, making a turn in the wrong direction, however.

“Other way, James!”

“Right!”

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