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Faking

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: lil suggestive because it's percy, slight violence summary: percy gets hurt, but maybe he's not as wounded as he seems a/n: based on the how to lose a guy in ten days scene

The cyclop's club threw Percy to the ground as soon as it made contact, sending him into the nearest wall with a worrisome smack.

"Percy!" I cried. Luckily the monster was too busy gloating to notice.

"Ha!" he cheered, raising his club in triumph. "Little son of Poseidon not so tough now!"

I pushed myself to my feet, tightening my grip on my dagger. "Hey!"

The cyclops turned in confusion. "'Nother one? No problem. I crush you too!"

He lunged at me, but didn't anticipate my speed. I slid between his legs, lodging my dagger in the side of his calf.

"Ow!" he cried, spinning around.

I scaled a stack of crates, using my new height to jump on his shoulders.

"Hey! No fair!" he protested.

I shoved the neck of his chainmail shirt to one side, pushing the point of dagger between his shoulder and neck. He howled in pain, disintegrating into dust.

I hit the floor hard, but couldn't bring myself to care. I hurried to Percy's side, pulling him against my chest. He had just started to stir, moving his head feebly.

"Percy? Are you okay? Oh gods."

He hummed, pushing himself further into my chest.

"We need to get you back to camp. You need ambrosia."

I tried to help him to his feet but he grunted in protest, holding me closer. "No," he groaned. "Just need to stay here."

"We can't stay in this warehouse—"

Then it dawned on me what he meant. His eyes were still closed, his voice drowsy, but he nudged his head against my chest, pushing his face into my boobs.

"Perseus!"

A smile broke out across his face but he didn't bother stopping his actions.

"You're perfectly fine!"

"No I'm not," he argued through a grin, placing a kiss to my chest.

I only sighed in response, running my fingers through his hair. I knew there was no use fighting with him, he was even more stubborn than I was.

"You're terrible," I scolded.

"You're an enabler."

"Someone's using big words."

"Hey!"

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Are You in the House Alone?

pairing: billy loomis x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: joking threats/stalking, ghostface voice summary: ghostface gives you a call a/n: just a cute little thing!

I hopped off my bed, walking to my desk to pick up the ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Hello." The voice on the other end was almost robotic. I recognized it immediately. Ghostface.

I smiled as I spoke again. "Who is this?"

"Guess."

"Hmm," I pretended to think. "Tom Cruise?"

"Not quite," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Brad Pitt?"

"You're getting closer."

"Oh! I've got!" I cheered. "My worst nightmare?"

"Ding, ding, ding! We've got a winner!"

"What's my prize?" I questioned.

"How about a scary movie?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Would 'Are You In The House Alone' be suitable?"

"Oh that'd be perfect." I smiled. "Why don't you come upstairs and we'll watch it together?"

"How do you know I'm not already upstairs?"

"Because you've never been one for going in the front door."

"Not when it's unlocked." A smile was evident in his voice.

"You know, you should really use that voice changer more often. It's sexy."

He laughed before hanging up the phone. I set the landline back on the receiver and turned on my TV. A few seconds later a knock came on my window. I slid it open, kissing Billy as he climbed into the room.

"So you got 'Are You In The House Alone'?"

"Figured you'd like it." He pulled the tape out of his back pocket, holding it up for me to see.

"It's very fitting. Put it in." I turned away from him, laying back on my bed as he put the tape in. He crawled in next to me, putting an arm around me as the movie started.

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hii!! would u be willing to write a 2nd person pov, chase davenport x reader fic? maybe where ur relationship isn’t public when he’s in the elite force as to not cause any drama or unnecessary attention, but when the whole group is out together, some guy tries to flirt with you and you don’t have much of an excuse, but of course chase gets jealous!! so he drags you away and. well. instead of explaining with his smarts in his brain, he explains with his. Dick😅

I love writing smut for this man, it's practically all I write for him

Field Trip

pairing: chase davenport x fem!reader genre: smutty smut smut content/warnings: rip bryan, jealously obvi, random guy, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, teeny bit of an exhibition kink, etc. summary: due to having to keep your relationship with chase a secret, the davenport family encourage you to flirt with another guy. chase however has... different ideas a/n: I feel like I kinda rushed the ending tbh, but I still like it!

"Be right back!" you called over your shoulder, hurrying back down the hallway towards the mentors' living quarters. The room was empty by now—the rest of it's usual inhabitants occupied with the event of today, an off-island field trip—and you'd been sent to grab Mr. Davenport's forgotten ipad. The device wasn't hard to find, having been discarded under some blankets on the couch, but before you could turn around, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, Chase's comfortable weight settling against you.

"Hi," you gently hummed.

"Hi," he repeated, coming to place soft kisses along your neck.

"Shouldn't you already be on the mainland?" You spun around as you spoke, resting your arms over his shoulders, keeping him within kissing reach.

"I decided to hang back and ride over with you guys in the hydro-loop. I wanted to see your beautiful face," he added with a kiss to your nose.

"That's very sweet, but Mr. Davenport will probably just put you in the corner with Adam."

"Worth it," he hummed, trailing his lips down your neck. Before he could get very far, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed my Bree's voice.

"Chase! Hurry up, we have to get going!"

He jumped away from you just as soon as she appeared in the doorway, seemingly none the wiser to what you two had been doing. With Chase's newfound celebrity status, your relationship was a little more complicated than you would have liked. Being in the public eye—especially as a bionic hero—meant a secret relationship. Which wouldn't be so hard if it weren't for this family's inability to keep a secret, meaning you had to hide from them as well.

Chase awkwardly cleared his throat as Bree noticed you, folding his hands behind his back. "Oh hey," she said, this time directed towards you. "Did you find the ipad?"

"Yep, right here," you replied, trying to keep the waver out of your voice as you spoke, holding up the tablet.

"Great. Let's get going."

"Right behind you."

The museum's cafe was packed, not only from the students that filled practically half the tables. The mentors, along with Douglas, Leo, Mr. Davenport, and yourself were all around one of the larger tables, enjoying your guys' lunch.

"Oh my god!" Bree whispered yelled, elbowing you in the gut.

"Ow!" you protested, jerking away from her. "What was that for?"

"Sorry, sorry. But there is this totally cute guy checking you out right now." Her eyes lit up as she spoke, but you didn't miss the way her words caught Chase's attention from across the table.

"There's no way," you answered, turning back to your meal. "He's probably looking at someone else," you said in an attempt to divert her attention.

Douglas, intent on contributing to something so dramatic, added very helpfuly, "No, he's definitely looking at you." Chase's gaze followed his, a faint glare settling onto his features.

"You should go talk to him," Bree urged.

"No way."

"Come on! You never date! It wouldn't hurt to just flirt a little."

"Really," you tried again. "I don't think I should."

"No worries, he's coming over!"

"What?" Before you had time to figure out how to escape, he was standing behind you, nervously clearing his throat.

"Excuse me. I'm Bryan, and I just couldn't help noticing you across the room. Would you mind if I join you?"

"Oh, hi. Um... We were just about done eating," you answered.

"But you could walk around with us!" Bree added not so helpfuly.

The guy—Bryan—seemed hopeful about the suggestion, practically beaming at you. You glanced around the table. Everyone looked excited about the new member, besides Chase, who seemed ready to go full commando app. He had completely abandoned his meal, and now sat mindlessly stabbing the remainder of his burger. You looked to Mr. Davenport in a way that would suggest you were asking permission. You were here on an island assignment after all. If Mr. Davenport turned him away it'd solve this no problem.

Much to your dismay he replied, "I don't see why not."

Great

"I've always loved his work," Bryan went on, talking about some painting the two of you had stopped at. You'd been trying for the past half hour to get Bree to join the conversation, or Leo to take him off your hands, but no one seemed in a rush to help. Chase was practically staring daggers into the back of this guy's head from across the room, where he was stuck fulfilling his mentor duties.

"Not much into paintings," you answered, meanwhile trying to find an opening that you could slip off to 'help' with the students.

"Really? More of a sculpture person?"

"Sure." This guy really couldn't take a hint. With each lull in conversation he only seemed to be getting closer.

He moved your attention to a neighboring statue, and wrapped an arm around you under the guise of explaining something. You were too surprised to react at first, which he clearly took as a good sign, stepping closer.

Before you could push him away, you heard a sharp cough, followed my an annoyed "Excuse me."

The both of you spun around—thankfully causing the guy to loose his hold—to see Chase standing behind you, his arms folded tightly over his chest.

"Hate to interrupt—" That couldn't look farther from the truth. "—but I need to borrow her. Work stuff."

"Oh. Yeah, no problem," he answered, though it was impossible to miss the disappointment in his expression.

Chase grabbed your wrist, his grip just a little too tight as he led you in the opposite direction of the corner the students had just disappeared around. The turn landed you in an empty hallway, but his pace didn't slow, practically dragging you along with him.

"Chase?" you asked, worried at the way his expression still looked fixed on anger. He didn't respond, instead pulling you through the nearest door, which happened to be a supply closet.

The door slammed behind you, before he pressed you up against the smooth wood. You gasped at the impact, your hands flying to Chase's arms, which caged in around you.

"What the hell was that?" His tone was practically seething, and he was only a few inches away from you, his warm breath fanning across your face.

"Nothing—I swear. He just... Caught me off guard."

"Do you think you can just go parading around with some other guy?"

"No, I was just talking to him. That's all."

"Really?" he said in a dangerous tone, his voice low in your ear. Chase's hands slipped down to your waist as he spoke, letting his body press into you so that you could feel his erection. You gasped again, tightening your grip on his arms.

"Fuck, Chase," you breathed out. He pressed his lips against your neck, sucking your skin as his hips rolled against your own.

"I have show you who you belong to," he said against your neck. "Thinking you can run around with whoever you want."

You threw your head back as he nipped you, trailing down to the collar of your shirt. His hands traced the edge of the fabric before pulling it over your head.

"All mine," he muttered, throwing the piece of clothing somewhere behind him. His hands came back to trace the exposed skin of your waist, fingertips pressing into your sides as he finally brought his lips to yours.

His teeth drug along your bottom lip before he swiped his tongue into your mouth. You let your hands find their way into his hair, gently tugging as he pressed against you.

"Off," you said breathlessly, pulling at his shirt.

"Ask nicely," he bit back, moving his kisses back to your jaw.

"Please."

"Good girl," he hummed. Chase pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it off wherever he had discarded yours before moving to unbutton his jeans. "Knees," he ordered.

You paused a second too long, earning two raised eyebrows from Chase, momentarily stopping his actions. You hurried to do what you were told at his silent scold, kneeling in front of him.

He returned to undoing his jeans, revealing his hard dick. His tip was a pretty pink, already leaking. You gently stroked him, tracing his tip with your tongue, earning a sharp gasp. You pushed him into your mouth, licking the underside of his dick.

Chase grabbed your hair in one hand, using it to slowly pull you off of him before roughly pushing you back down. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing him to groan. Your hands flew to his thighs, squeezing to keep yourself steady.

He thrusted harder into your mouth, holding you in place. Chase's dick twitched as you moaned around him, spit leaking onto your chin. In an attempt not to gag, you swallowed around him, earning a sharp moan, followed by him roughly pulling out of your mouth.

"Get up." You froze, stunned at his sudden movement. "Get up," he hissed again, pulling you to your feet. Chase spun you around, pressing you against the door as he pushed up your skirt. "Stay quiet. Wouldn't want everyone hearing you crying my name, would you?"

You let out a choked moan, as he pushed your panties aside, thrusting into you in one swift motion. His hard movements were immediate, rattling the door with each one as you stifled desperate whines.

"So tight and needy, baby. Have you been waiting for me to ruin you all day?" He gripped your hips, holding you to him as he backed up, forcing you to bend over with a harsh hand to your back. You pressed your hands against the door as he thrusted further into you at the new angle, your legs shaking with the impact.

He let one hand snake around to find your clit as his dick twitched inside of you. You clenched around him, crying out his name.

"Shush, baby," he cooed with an even harsher thrust. His free hand found your throat, squeezing just enough to earn another desperate whine. "Gonna fill you up. Let you walk around full of my cum, baby."

You moaned, cumming around his dick. Chase followed, pouring into you. He slipped out with a wet noise, pulling your panties up and giving your sensitive pussy a loving pat.

"Let's get back to the group."

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Nightmares

pairing: stu macher x reader genre: fluff, kinda angsty content/warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of murder, use of nicknames summary: stu wakes up from a bad dream a/n: this is short, and not my fav, but enjoy!

I started awake. My ribs felt like they were being crushed. The room was still dark and my drowsiness made it hard to comprehend my surroundings.

Then the crushing feeling got stronger. Stu's head was nestled into the crook of my neck, and his arms were tight around me. He usually slept with a death grip on me, but this was a bit much. I could hardly breathe. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavy, trying to somehow hold me closer.

"Baby," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Stu. Wake up." Nothing. "Stu, c'mon. You're having a nightmare, wake up." I tried to pry his arms off of me but it just made him hold on tighter. "Stu!" I practically yelled.

He jumped awake, seemingly disoriented.

"You're okay." I mumbled.

He pulled back to look at my face, before tightening his hold on me and mumbling something. Now I really couldn't breathe. With him awake I was able to loosen his arms enough to feel my legs again.

"You're alright, baby. Can you tell me what happened?"

His breathing had almost returned to normal as he sat up, still keeping a firm grip on my hand as he separated from me. "It's nothing. I'm fine." His voice was quiet and shaking.

"That wasn't nothing. You were holding me so tight I couldn't breathe."

He turned to me with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. I'm sorry—" I cut him off, hugging him.

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm just concerned. Do you want to talk about it?"

He pulled back, shaking his head. "No, no I can't. I can't say it."

I moved to sit between his legs, taking his face in my hands. "It's okay, baby. Whatever it was wasn't real."

His eyes started to well with tears. "You—" He cut himself off with a sob. "Billy killed you." He broke out into full tears, grabbing me again. I rubbed his back as he cried.

"That's not gonna happen, baby. I'm fine, everything's fine." I felt terrible. He was sobbing because of me. "Do you wanna lay back down?" I asked softly. He didn't respond, only pulling me down with him. I covered both of us back up, holding him as tight as I could and soothing him.

By time he was back asleep my shirt was soaked and my head hurt. I rubbed his back, holding him close as I listened to the clock tick.

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Nothing New

pairing: tyler galpin x reader genre: angst with a happy ending content/warnings: mentions of verbal abuse from a parent, crying, sneaking out/in, use of nicknames summary: tyler sneaks into your room after a fight with his dad

I froze, halfway into bed as the tapping repeated. It was too calculated to be the trees outside. I reached over to my lamp, switching it on.

The room was suddenly dimly lit, casting a vague glare over the windows, of which Tyler's face was perfectly framed. I was out of bed in an instant, rushing to unlock the window and shove it open.

"Tyler, baby, what are you doing out here?"

His eyes were red and puffy, fresh tears making tracks down his flushed cheeks, and his lips sat in a pout. He looked up at me, his eyes finding mine as he silently pleaded with me.

"It's freezing out there. Come in," I hurried out, helping him through the window. I securely shut it behind him, the pane falling with a rush of cool air. "What's going on, baby?" I asked as I spun to face him, taking his hands in mine.

"Just..." A soft sobbed racked through his body. "Just another fight with my dad. Nothing new." Though his voice was calm—minus the shake—he sunk to the floor as he spoke, wrapping his arms around me to push his forehead against my stomach.

"Tyler... Tyler, look at me."

He tilted his head up, his red puffy eyes resembling a puppy's as he watched me, desperate for me to talk again.

"Can we talk about it?" I questioned as I ran my fingers through his hair.

This triggered a new set of tears. I quickly knelt in front of him, cupping his cheeks in my hands.

"We don't have to, baby. We can just lay down," I reassured.

Tyler pushed his face into my neck, soaking the skin in tears. He mumbled something through half broken sobs.

"What was that?"

"It was about you," he repeated. "M–My dad said my grades have been slipping, a–and he's blaming it on the... The time I spend with you." He pulled back to look at me. "He doesn't think you're a good influence anymore."

I wiped away his tears with my thumb. "He knows about the work you haven't made up yet though."

Tyler nodded, laying his forehead against my collarbone. "The one good thing," he sobbed. "And he w–wants to take it away. All because of some s–stupid assignment."

I wrapped my arms around him as he rested all his weight against me, pushing his face into my chest. My shirt was already soaked in his tears, but I couldn't care less.

I stroked his hair as he went on. "He said it'd be better for both of us," he choked out through sobs. "You wouldn't have to deal with me any–anymore, and I'd focus on 'what's important'."

"Oh, baby," I cooed, at a loss for words. How could he have said something like that to his own son?

"He said... He didn't know how you put up with me." He sobbed even harder. "How you could stand being around me."

I couldn't do anything but hold him tighter, my own eyes started to water. I suddenly had the feeling that if I let go even the slightest bit, Tyler would slip through my arms.

"You're never going back there," I stated. He slowly pulled back, just enough to look me in the eyes.

"I have to." His voice was raw, his eyes bloodshot.

"No. I'm doing everything in my power to keep him away from you."

He paused, looking at me for a moment before bringing his lips up to meet mine. It was a short kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled back, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I love you," I mumbled.

"I love you more."

"Not a chance," I retorted. "Why don't you lay down. I'll get you some water."

He slowly pulled himself away from me, allowing me to stand up, helping him to his feet. He made his way to my bed as I went downstairs, making sure not to wake anyone as I got a glass of water.

When I returned he was sitting on the edge of my bed. I came to stand between his legs, handing him the glass of water.

I had to admit he looked pretty like this. His eyes red and puffy, tears covering his lashes. His cheeks flushed and wet. His lips red and pouty.

I kissed his forehead as he chugged the water, setting the empty glass on the table.

"Better?" I asked.

"Better." He softly smiled at me.

"You need sleep," I reminded, ushering him into bed.

As soon as I was in bed, he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

"Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight, baby."

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Freckles

pairing: george weasley x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: mentions of oliver's wrath summary: georgie trys to trick reader

Two large hands covered my eyes.

"Georgie, what are you doing?" I pulled his hands off my eyes, spinning around on the couch to face him. We were alone in the common room and I had been trying to get some studying done. "I thought you and Fred were supposed to be at Quidditch practice."

He smirked at me. "I'm not George. In fact, I'm offended that you can't tell us apart."

I rolled my eyes. Did he really think he could fool me?

"I could tell you apart from a mile away."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure I'm not Fred." I got on my knees and grabbed the back of the couch, making it easier to look him in the eye.

"Well," I started. "Your eyes are a slightly lighter brown than Fred's. You have a little scar above your left eyebrow. And," I paused, reaching up to gently stroke his temple. "Your eyes light up and you blush like crazy when I do this." And he did just that, leaning into my touch. "Not to mention your freckles," I said, dropping my hand and turning back to my books.

"What about my freckles?"

He came to sit next to me, eagerly awaiting me to speak again. I dropped my Transfiguration book back onto the table. I looked up at him, watching his eyes study mine.

"You have a perfect triangle at the corner of your left eye, what I've always thought looked like a paw print on your right cheek." He seemed to hold on to my every word, now fixing his gaze on my lips as I spoke. "Plus there's the almost perfect line up the bridge of your nose. And those are just my favorite on your face. There's also the ones on your hip or the back of your hand." His gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips as I finished.

"You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now," he stated. I chuckled, pulling him closer to me by his shirt. "Merlin," he whispered.

I connected our lips, moving my hands to his hair. He gently bit my bottom lip, pulling my hips to him. I separated our lips, moving my hands to his chest. His eyes stayed shut as he kept me pinned to him.

"I need to study. And you need to be at practice," I reminded.

He groaned. "C'mon. I don't wanna leave you," he pleaded, resting his forehead against mine.

"Oliver will kill me if you skip practice."

"I'm already late, so why go at all," he said as he slowly opened his eyes.

"That's not how it works," I laughed, removing his arms from me. He groaned again.

"Fine. I'll go." Reluctantly, he stood up turning to the dorms. I smiled as he disappeared, picking up my book again.

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The Party's Over

pairing: stu macher x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: none summary: stu comes to bed after a party a/n: really just a cute little blurb

The door creaked open, waking me up. I was laying on my stomach as I turned just enough to see Stu stumbling into the room. He was wearing his red silk robe and a pair of jeans. It seemed like he lost his shirt somewhere between me coming upstairs and now.

He stumbled around the bed, not bothering to remove any of his clothes before crawling in next to me, laying his weight on my back and resting his left leg between mine. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer.

I managed to roll onto my back under him. He let out a soft groan as he buried his face in my chest and secured his arm under me, holding us together.

"Everyone head home?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Randy just left."

It was clear he was exhausted and just starting to sober up. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, soothing him to sleep.

I laid awake, staring at the ceiling as he began to doze off. I was up now, but there was no way I'd be able to get out of bed. Stu always insured that I couldn't wiggle out of his arms while he was sleeping. I found little patterns in the ceiling texture as his soft snoring slowly lulled me to sleep.

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Late

pairing: sam monroe x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: light make out summary: sam didn't come pick you up, so you decide to find out why a/n: I love sam, we need more fics of him fr

I slammed the sliding glass door closed behind me.

"Sam, get up!" The room was much darker than the sunny balcony had been. "Sam!"

He was laying the wrong way on his bed, fast asleep with a pair of headphones over his ears. I pulled them off of his head as I squatted next to the bed so that I was eye level with him. He groaned, rolling on to his back as he moved his head to face away from me.

"Sam, c'mon. You have to get up." He let out another weak groan, clearly making no effort to get out of bed, or even open his eyes.

I sighed, standing up. I walked over to his stereo, hitting play on whatever CD was in it and turning it all the way up.

He didn't even budge.

"Hello? Are you in a coma or something?" I yelled as I shut off the stereo, making my way back to his bed. "You sleep like a log," I muttered.

I ran a hand through his hair, earning a contented sigh. I climbed on the bed, straddling him as I turned his face towards me, leaning down to kiss him.

That got a reaction.

As soon as my lips were on his, he was kissing me back, letting out a small moan. He pushed his head up, trying to get closer. I moved my hands to his bare shoulders, pushing him back on to the bed. His hands slowly found my waist, tightening as he deepened the kiss.

I pulled back, catching my breath. He looked so cute like this. His eye makeup had smeared some, and his hair was a mess from him rolling around. I could feel his heart pounding.

He smiled up at me, almost fully awake now besides his eyelids still being heavy and his voice still sounding rough.

"Wake me up like that more often, will you?"

"You were supposed to pick me up over an hour ago."

He quickly looked to the clock on his nightstand, reading the time before dropping his head back down to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. "Shit. I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

I laughed. "Yeah, I noticed. You're impossible to wake up, too."

"Well you seem to have found the secret," he teased as he pulled me down to kiss me again.

"Seems so," I mumbled against his lips. He flipped us over, leaving soft kisses on my neck. "I hate to interrupt you, but we were supposed to be downtown thirty minutes ago."

He groaned, pulling himself away. "Fine. But you owe me."

"Whatever you say," I laughed as he stood up, shaking his head.

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Strawberry Fields

pairing: percy jackson x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of nicknames, lil bit of joking apollo slander (how dare percy) summary: enjoying the summer sun with perce a/n: I love this one so much

I bit into the fresh strawberry, tossing the top into the grass.

"There was still red on that," Percy protested.

"You didn't even see it! Your eyes are closed."

"Yeah, but always waste them."

"Excuse you!" I exclaimed, removing my hand from his hair. Percy was between my legs, head resting against my stomach as we sat by the strawberry fields, soaking in the warm summer sun. His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.

He groaned at the loss of contact, nestling his face further into me. "Come back," he pleaded, despite the fact that he had me firmly locked in place.

"You shouldn't be such an asshole," I scolded, though my tone lacked any real anger. I picked up another strawberry, purposely leaving red around the stem. Percy had opened his eyes now, a pout fixed on his face as he stared up at me. I dangled the berry in front of him before tossing it back towards the fields.

He let out an overly dramatic gasp. "How dare you!"

"Maybe next time you'll keep your mouth shut," I teased, repeating my actions, but this time holding the top out to Percy. He bit off the remaining slice of red, humming in approval.

"Thank you, sweet girl."

I ran my hands through his hair again, rewarding him. "No problem."

We sat in silence for a while, absently listening to the excited cheers of campers, or the music of the satyrs. The sky was baby blue, not a cloud in sight. The grass was warm, the light beaming down to cover the valley. It was nice to be able to take it all in, sometimes camp life seemed overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on the little things.

A soft breeze hit my skin, rustling the grass. The shadow of a nearby tree fell on Percy's bare back, little spots of light dancing across his skin. I held out my hand to trace the patterns they left, watching them shrink back as the breeze died down.

I let my hand linger on his skin, feeling the warmth from the summer sun. His shoulder muscles moved at my touch, relaxing further into me. Percy let out a small, contented sigh, placing a kiss against my stomach.

"Praise Apollo," I sighed, closing my eyes as I turned my face to the sun.

"Don't," Percy warned drowsily. "He doesn't need a bigger ego."

I laughed, looking down at him. He looked so cozy, curled up between my legs, shirtless, clad in only his pajama pants. Neither of us had bothered changing this morning, too eager to enjoy our day off lazing around in the fields.

I bit into another strawberry, juice dribbling out of the corner of my mouth. I made a small noise, causing Percy to open his eyes again.

"I got it, sweet girl," he hummed, sitting up just enough to kiss the juice away from my face, before slowly kissing his way back down to my stomach, relaxing against my warm skin.

"If we're not careful I'm gonna have a Percy tan line."

"Good," he mumbled. "All mine."

I laughed, running my fingers through his hair again.

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Home Away From Home

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader genre: lil smutty, lil angsty, lil fluffy content/warnings: suggestive, mentions of smut, mentions of child abuse, jj has bruises from luke, jj trying to downplay them summary: jj trys to hide his bruises from reader

The back door slammed behind him as he walked through to the living room. JJ pulled me into his arms with a wide smile.

"Hey baby," he mumbled as he brought his lips to mine. He gently tugged on my hips as he kissed me, softly biting my lip.

I hummed a hello, wrapping my arms around his neck as I deepened the kiss. He brought his hands down to my butt, letting out a quiet moan. I pulled back with a smirk, playing with his hair.

"You tease," he joked.

"I haven't seen you all day. It's a little hard to do that with my eyes closed."

"Well I think I have just the solution." He smirked, kissing his way down my jaw to my neck. He quickly found my sweet spot, teasing the skin. I brought my hands to his hair as he worked.

He slowly backed me up to the couch, my legs hitting the worn fabric before he gently guided me to lay down. He kissed down to the hem of my swimsuit top as he settled above me. I let out a moan as he rubbed circles on my exposed hip.

He pulled back, gently tugging on the string of my bikini top as he looked up me. "Can I take this off?"

I nodded, struggling to catch my breath.

"Words, baby."

"Yes," I breathed out, my nodding intensifying. He moved his hands under me, but before he could start on the bow, I got an idea. "Wait." I put a hand on his chest, smirking. He pulled back, resting on his knees. "You first."

His look of worry quickly dissolved as he rolled his eyes. He lifted the edges of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He tossed it across the room as his hands quickly slid back to my waist. He made a move to kiss my chest, but froze as I spoke.

"JJ," I whispered. I softly pushed his shoulders, making him reluctantly sit back up. He was looking everywhere but my eyes as I ran a hand down his chest.

He flinched as I ghosted over one of the large purple bruises. I quickly pulled back, not wanting to hurt him.

A tinge of hurt lingered in his expression at my action. He grabbed my hand, placing it back on the skin just below the bruise. "Don't worry about it," he mumbled through a faint smile.

"JJ," I whispered again. I knew immediately what they were from. He'd gotten into it with his dad again.

"It's not that big of a deal."

I tore my eyes away from the marks, meeting his. "Yes it is. Baby, you know you can tell me when this happens."

He only nodded in response, his gaze falling to my stomach. I pulled him down, hugging him as tight as I could. He pushed his face into my neck as a sob racked through his body.

"You're safe now, baby. You're okay." I gently murmured to him as he cried, his arms tight around me in a death grip. I ran my hands through his hair as we laid there. "I'm here."

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

henry winter x fem!reader's first time

nsfw, accurate loser henry

・❥・Henry is incredibly intelligent, has memorized every piece of information he can get his hands on, and thinks he's prepared for any situation. Right?

・❥・Wrong

・❥・Suddenly, he's realizing, your laid out naked on his bed, and he doesn't have any experience, and a much larger knowledge gap than he had thought

・❥・I mean, girls were never a big thing for him, unless they where heroines in a Greek myth, and besides basic human biology, he had never bothered to learn those kinds of books

・❥・He's kissed you before, plenty, and none of this was all that new. But as soon as that last piece of clothing came off a sort of "oh shit" look came over his face

・❥・Henry Winter—the Henry Winter—is floundering, and you're so busy trying to make a mental picture of this rare occasion that it doesn't occur to you for a moment to actually say something

・❥・Once you regather your wits, you're quick to reassure him that it's okay if he's not ready, but he seems determined to not let himself walk away without learning something

・❥・You gently walk him through it, and he's a moaning mess as soon as he touches you, desperately trying to keep himself under control, and ultimately failing.

・❥・His little thrusts are more endearing than anything else, and he's trying so hard not to moan, but as soon as he hits just the right spot and you're whispering out his name, he's a goner

・❥・Then Henry's just confused, because you're cooing in his ear, telling him that it's okay he didn't last long, and whispering how much you love him, but you're reaching for your shirt, even though you didn't finish, and even he knows that's not right

・❥・You keep trying to reassure him that you're fine, but it's impossible to resist his wide pleading eyes as he begs you to tell him what he can do

・❥・Next thing you know, you're teaching him how to finger you, and this is where his learning abilities really come in handy. Each little gasp you make, he memorizes, then trys to repeat the action, but this time a little harder

・❥・Each tentative movement is done with his typical surgical precision, but somehow his overly focused expression makes it even hotter

・❥・Once you direct his thumb to your clit, it's game over. It's like handing a kid a piece of candy, with how much he enjoys the way his small circles make you squirm

・❥・As soon as he gains this new tool, he's set on making you cum now

・❥・And it doesn't take him long. He's trying with everything in his being to memorize your face, or your sounds, not wanting to stop

・❥・And then it quickly spirals into something he needs to learn, and we all know how he is about his education of choice. He's just discovered that there's a million more ways to make you squirm, and he has to know them all

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The Rain

pairing: henry winter x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: mentions/alluding to murder, mentions of death, fbi investigation, not canon to the events of this night or hen's real thoughts on the situation but I thought the idea was cute, use of nicknames summary: the night before they found bunny, reader and henry get a visit

I rolled over in bed, my eyes fluttering open as I pulled the sheets to my chin. The clock on Henry's bedside table made a soft ding as it struck the hour. It was well after dark.

I could hear voices coming from the living room. One of them was clearly Henry's calm tone, but the others were something less familiar to me.

I pulled myself out of bed, wrapping Henry's robe around me. I opened the door, wandering down the hall to the front room.

Henry was sat on the sofa, his back to me as he spoke. Across from him were the two FBI agents, Davenport and Sciola. Sciola smiled at something Henry said before noticing my arrival.

"Ah," he started. "This must be the girlfriend you mentioned."

"Yes," Henry said coolly, his back still towards me. He turned to look at me. "Did you need something, darling?"

"No, I just woke up." I glanced down at the empty tea cups on the table. "I'm going to make some tea, would anyone like some?"

"Yes, that'd be lovely," the Italian answered.

"Me as well," Davenport added. I headed to the kitchen as he resumed his questioning.

I started the kettle to boil as I pulled a fresh teacup from the cabinet. As the steam hissed I put the milk and sugar on a tray, carrying it into the front room. I returned with the kettle as Davenport cracked some joke, Sciola and Henry both responding with pleasant laughs.

Henry pulled me into his side as I sat, balancing my teacup on my knee.

It was more than an hour later when the agents said goodnight. Henry sighed as the door shut, turning to face me.

"It really is a shame to see them go," he stated. "I do enjoy talking to them quite a bit. They're pleasant men, especially that Sciola." He made his way back to the couch, sitting next to me. "As strenuous as this whole thing has been, I think I'll miss it in a way."

"I would expect nothing less," I said as I threw my legs over his, resting my head on the back of the sofa.

He gave me a soft smile, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on my temple before picking up his book and flipping to his page.

I ran the soft fabric of his robe between my fingers, studying the patterns on the ceiling. I noted each little dip and ridge, finding faces and animals in the plaster. I must've sat like this for quite a while before noticing it.

The "it" in question being a soft rumble coming from outside, so low I couldn't be sure I'd really heard it. I turned my gaze to the window, waiting.

There it was again.

I stood, walking to the window. A foot of brilliant white snow covered as far as the eye could see, adding a significant amount of light. The rumble came again, slightly lounder this time.

"Henry?" I asked turning to face him. It took him a moment to look up from his book. "Do you hear that?"

His brow furrowed as he placed a ribbon in his book, setting it on the table. A soft pitter patter sounded against the window behind me.

I was right.

I smiled. "It's raining."

He smiled back at me, coming to look out the window with me. Small droplets of water were hitting the window, streaming down to pool at the sill. The water made tiny pockets in the white snow.

Henry helped me into my stockings, pulling on my boots before he gathered his coat and loafers. I followed him outside, under the small awning over his front door. The rain was quickly picking up, the rain coming down making bigger, deeper holes in the snow.

"They'll find him soon," he said, his hands deep in his pockets. I rested my head on his shoulder, holding my hand out to let the cold rain run across my skin.

"Looks like you'll have to say goodbye to this little manhunt sooner than you thought."

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Are You Mad?

pt1, pt2

pairing: mortal leo valdez x fem! reader genre: smut content/warnings: part of a series but can be read individually, sub!leo, mentions that leo has fantasized about reader, fingering, dry humping, slight allusion to cock worship, reader says I love you for the first time, p in v, unprotected sex, lil bit of cockwarming at the end summary: you and leo are best friends, but after a love confession in the rain, you end up in your dorm roon a/n: the sweetest boy

Next thing I knew, I was in my dorm room, Leo's warm body pushing mine against the hard wood of the door. We had both left a trail of water upstairs from the rain, dripping onto the carpet, but it's so hard to care when he's nipping at the skin of my neck, leaving little marks in the process.

"Fuck," I struggled out, my hands gripping his shoulders. Leo made a muffled noise against my skin, his body only pressing against me more.

"Look so beautiful," he mumbled. "This little dress. Driving me crazy."

I gently pushed him back by the shoulders, using the small window in which his lips weren't on my skin. His eyes quickly shot to mine, but the worry disappeared just as fast as it had come when I let one thin strap fall off my shoulder, followed my the other. His gaze locked hungrily on my movements as I slowly peeled the wet fabric from my skin, letting it fall to the floor. He frantically studied the intricate black lace that remained, doing little in the way of modesty.

"Shit," he groaned, falling back against the door, despite the way his hands shot forward like he wanted to touch, but was afraid to over step.

The desperate look in his eyes gave me an idea. "Go sit on the bed," I ordered. He stayed still, locked in place as his eyes continued to roam by body. "Leo."

"Yeah," he hurried out, snapping out of his daze long enough to stumble towards my bed. I fought back a giggle at his eagerness to listen. This is gonna be fun.

I came to stand in front of him, slipping my bra strap down my shoulder. His eyes followed my movements, locked on my actions. I slid the other one off before undoing the clasp, letting the lacy piece fall to the floor.

Leo's breathe caught in his throat, followed by a choked back groan. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined," he mumbled, before seemingly realizing what he'd said. His eyes flicked to mine. "I mean, not that I... thought about you often—like that... just—"

I gently shushed him with a laugh, stepping forward. "Do you want to take my panties off?"

"Yes," he hurried out, eyes immediately flickering down to the lace. I directed his hand to the fabric, letting him hook his fingers through the sides. At first his hands responded with a jolt, before he seemingly decided he didn't want to rush, contining to pull the fabric down slowly, bitting his lip and knitting his eyebrows in an attempt to keep quiet. As soon as they were gone, he was muttering Spanish curses under his breath. "Can—can I touch you?"

"Go ahead, baby."

Practically before I had even finished my sentence he was swiping his fingers through my folds with a whimper. "So wet," Leo mumbled.

"All for you."

That earned another pathetic little noise from his lips, urging him to slip a finger inside of me. I gasped at his sudden action, which solicited a string of muttered apologies as he thrust his finger into me.

"Sorry, amor. You're just so—so wet—fuck," he choked out, his finger already slipping in and out of me.

I could only moan in response, feeling his callused skin drag across my walls. Leo pushed his thumb against me before finding my clit, adding small circles to his movements.

"Leo," I moaned, my hands flying to squeeze his shoulders. The pressure earned another little whine out of him, and a hard thrust. A bolt of electricity shot up my spine as he grazed my g-spot, my back arching forward. He took the opportunity to place sloppy kisses against my stomach, pulling my knee to rest next to his hip on the bed. He pushed a second finger into me, adding to the already intensified feeling of the new angle.

"Doing so good, baby," I gasped, finding it difficult to talk through the overwhelming pleasure. He moaned against my skin, pushing his face further into my stomach. "Leo, fuck!" I cried. He had applied some kind of pressure with his movement, and I could feel his fingers ten times better. He tried to pull back, his thrusts stuttering with worry, but I pushed his head against me again, moaning out, "Keep going!"

He picked up his pace again, thrusting his fingers into me as quickly as he could. He quickened the ministrations on my clit as I cried out a string of profanities, clenching around his hand as I came.

Leo slipped his fingers out of me, pulling me to fully straddle him before I collapsed on to him, practically panting as I burried my head in his neck. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug as I caught my breath. I held on to him tightly, not yet ambitious enough to move, but feeling his hard-on pressing against my soaked pussy.

Once I finally did move, I only pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, cupping his face in my hands. "Good boy," I praised, kissing his cheek. The nickname prompted his eyes to widen in desperation as his hips bucked against mine, causing his eyes to flutter at the feeling. "You like that?" I asked with a laugh, but I only got a frantic nod in response, as his hips had continued to chase the feeling, rutting against me. He eyes squeezed shut, having given up on fighting to keep them open. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Y—yeah," he stuttered, hands gripping my hips. I let him whine for a few seconds longer before suddenly lifting my hips, causing his eyes to fly open in a worried pout. "Why'd you move?"

I could help another laugh. His eyes were wide and pleading, his lower lip jutted out in a pout, and his curls had begun to dry, but had been sufficiently tussled, causing him to look like a precious little wreck underneath me.

"Do you want to just keep humping me, or do you want to fuck me?" I questioned in a teasing tone, earning a choked moan at my bluntness.

"Fuck you," he blurted out, squeezing my hips.

I pushed myself onto the bed next to him, his gaze nervously following me. "Then we're gonna have to do something about your clothes, baby."

Leo seemed to have forgotten the fact that I was completely naked, whereas he was still fully dressed. He hurriedly went to pull his shirt over his head, but I stopped him with a gentle tutting.

"I want you to strip for me." He swallowed hard at my request, attempting to slyly adjust himself in his jeans. I settled myself against the headboard as he stood, beginning to slowly pull his t-shirt over his head.

Fuck. His skin was still damp where the fabric had been, rogue trails of water settling themselves in the hard lines of his abs, and slipping down his v-line to disappear under the already low waistband of his pants. This was by no means the first time I had seen him shirtless, but it was the first time I let myself appreciate how sexy he really was. Long hours in the shop really did wonders for your form.

The next piece to go was his jeans. He drug the zipper down, tugging his waistband to reveal his dick, straining against the fabric of his underwear. A little wet circle of precum had formed at his tip, making me want to practically lick my lips at the sight. Once he had fully revealed his toned legs, I let him move onto his underwear.

I let out a groan as he freed his dick, studying him so intensely that he formed a thick blush across his cheeks. He was an average length but incredibly thick, his leaking tip an angry red, just begging to be worshipped.

"Come here," I urged, motioning him forward with a flick of my fingers. Leo climbed back onto the bed, settling between my legs. I tangled my hand in his curls, using the position to pull his face less than inch away from mine, whispering softly, "I love you."

A wide grin broke across his face. "I love you, too." He pressed his lips against mine, nudging past them with his tongue. I took the opportunity to roll us over, hovering over his dick.

"Ready?" I asked between eager kisses, each one sloppier than the last.

"Please," he begged, gently putting downward pressure on my hips.

I relented with a low chuckle, lining him up with my entrance. We both gasped as soon as he began to push into me, my walls stretching to fit all of him. "Leo, fuck," I moaned, struggling to take him. "You're so thick."

"Squeezing me," he whined, his eyes shut tight in pleasure. Once I managed to sink down on to him fully, it took a moment to really adjust to his girth, listening to Leo's soft whimpers till I could move.

I lifted myself off of him slowly, pushing myself back down with enough force that we both let out sharp moans. I settled my hands on his shoulders again, my nails making small crescent in his skin with each bounce. It didn't seem like Lep could decide if he wanted to throw his head back in pleasure, or force his eyes open and lock them to my tits, jiggling at the force.

I answered his question for him, grabbing his chin just as he had thrown it back again. I made him meet my eyes, watching as his own fluttered when I clenched around him.

"Look at me, baby." I earned a soft whine in response, his hips bucking up to meet mine. My stomach twisted at the action, my orgasm building. "Tell me how it feels."

"So–so good!" he practically cried, his eyes welling from the strain of keeping them open. "So wet... You're driving me crazy."

"You're making me feel so good, baby. Am I tight?"

Leo managed a quick nod, opening his mouth to speak, but just as he began I squeezed his dick, pushing down on to him harder, and causing his words to come out a high pitched, desperate squeal. His head fell forward to my chest, burying his face in my tits as his arms locked as tight as they could round my waist, holding me still as he fucked up into me.

I gasped in surprise as he whimpered, "Fuck, amor! Per—perfect. Feels like heaven."

"I'm so close, baby. Just a little more." My words spurred him on further, and withing a few seconds he was spilling into me. But he didn't let his thrusts falter, fucking me into my high in no time.

Once he collapsed back on to the bed, I fell forward on to his chest, both of us struggling to breathe. "We should've done that much sooner," I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper.

"We should do that again," Leo panted. "Just give me... Like, a few minutes."

I laughed, curling further into his chest, though by the way his dick twitched, I don't think he was kidding.

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Someone's Jealous

pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: new bau member, jealousy summary: spencer gets jealous after a new bau member joins the team a/n: this one was just short and fluffy!

I led the new officer across the bullpen, stopping at an empty desk. "And this is where you'll be working. If you need anything one of us is almost always around, but feel free to come to me. I'm usually at my desk, over there," I said, pointing to my workspace.

As I glanced across the bullpen I happened to notice Spencer sitting at his desk, his hands fumbling in his lap as he watched me.

"Thank you," Ethan, the new agent, replied, giving me a warm smile. I couldn't deny that he was handsome, and very clearly checking me out. "Would you be able to go over some of this over coffee?" he asked.

I leaned back, creating a little more space between us. "I would be happy to help you, but that's something that would be better suited for the workplace," I answered politely.

He nodded, his expression falling slightly. "Noted. I'm going to report to Agent Hotchner. See you."

Ethan went off to find Hotch as I walked across the room, stopping in front of Spencer who was now pretending to busy himself with a pen, taking it apart and reassembling it.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, trying to catch his eye.

He stayed fixed on the table. "Nothing," he mumbled.

"Spence, look at me."

He didn't answer, instead sliding the spring back over the ink cartridge.

"Spencer," I chided, cupping a hand under his chin to turn his head towards me. He finally met my eyes, swallowing hard as he looked up at me. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he repeated, his words a whisper.

I laughed, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss, which caused his gaze to frantically dart around the bullpen.

"Are you jealous?"

"No," he stated, eyes landing on the ground.

I leaned against his desk, folding my arms over my chest. "A new agent coming in doesn't change anything. I love you, Spence."

He nodded once, still staring at the ground. I spun his chair so he was facing me before kneeling in front of him.

"I love you," I repeated. "You're intelligent, impossibly cute, and funny, even if you don't realize it half the time." He met my eyes, clearly trying to repress a small smile. "Nothing—and especially not some random new agent—is going to take me away from you. If you ever decide to get rid of me, good luck. You're gonna need it."

Spencer let out a little laugh, taking my hand.

"We good?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with a smile before giving me a quick kiss.

"Now get to work, boy genius. There's no time for kissing in the FBI," I said in my best Hotch impression, earning another laugh.

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Family Resemblance

pairing: percy jackson x aphrodite!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: reader isn't actually in this, just mentioned. piper and leo are here for plot, use of y/n, mentions of a quest summary: percy meets the goddess of love and notices a shocking family resemblance to one of his friends back home

"Let's get the girdle and get out of here," Percy huffed. "I don't want to stay any longer than we need to."

"Couldn't agree more," Piper muttered.

Percy led the way down the path, steering clear of as many tourists as they could. They were all dressed for the warm weather, buzzing about how excited they were to see the attraction, though they were all headed away from the beach. Percy trudged ahead, trying to not let it bother him.

The path opened out to a thin stretch of grey sand, completely empty despite the crowds they'd just passed. The water was a shimmering teal, lapping at the shore. A monstrous rock jutted out from the beach, surrounded my smaller clusters.

One rock however, stood out amongst the rest. It sat alone, maybe twenty feet from shore. It was darker than the others, and for the most part fairly round. Atop stood a woman in a long billowing dress, a train of white fluttering in the breeze. She faced away from them, facing the ocean. It might've just been the distance, but Percy couldn't quite figure out what she looked like.

By Piper's sigh, Percy was certain that was the goddess. Though it wouldn't have been hard to figure out. Even without being able to decipher her appearance and her facing away from them, he could still tell she was shocking beautiful.

"Wow," Leo said, his mouth agape. "So that must your mom."

"Yep." Piper didn't sound particularly happy to be here, her tone exasperated.

"Let's get this over with." Percy started towards the shore, Piper and Leo following. He had met the love goddess before, and it hadn't been the most pleasant experience. She had an affinity for meddling, and given the past few days, that was the last thing he needed.

Once they reached the shoreline they stopped, Piper and Leo each coming to flank Percy.

"Do you think she knows we're here?" Leo asked.

"Lady Aphrodite!" Percy called. The goddess didn't react. She looked like a statue, completely still besides her hair and dress floating behind her in the breeze.

"Mom!" Piper yelled into the wind. Nothing.

"Can we like... Throw something at her?" Leo suggested, eyeing up the baseball sized rocks along the beach.

"We can't hurl things at a goddess!" Piper protested, giving him a look of disbelief.

"We're going to have to swim." Percy stepped forward as he spoke, the waves lapping his shoes.

"Okay, fish boy. One problem. We aren't quite accustomed to the water," Leo reminded.

"The water's pretty choppy," Piper added.

"Trust me. I'll have the waves carry us."

"Whatever, man." Leo held his hands up in surrender, wading into the sea. The bright blue foamed around his ankles as it hit him.

Percy stepped further into the water, willing it to carry them forward. Piper let out a shocked squeal as the sea grabbed her, pulling her in. They were at the rock in no time, the waves even more pliable then usual, almost as if Aphrodite was pulling them towards her. But that was impossible, she had no control over the sea. Right?

The water threw them onto the stone, landing with harsh thuds. Leo groaned, pushing himself to his knees.

"You gotta work on that dismount, man."

"It wasn't me," Percy struggled out, trying to catch his breath as he stumbled to his feet.

The rock was plenty big enough for the four of them. Aphrodite stayed unmoving, watching the waves as if they weren't there.

"Uh... Is she okay?" Leo questioned. Piper had become eerily quiet, not looking at her mother.

"It's it beautiful?" The goddess finally spoke, her voice as rich as fresh honey. "I was born from the very seafoam that surrounds this rock. This water is the essence of love." Her voice was dreamy as she spoke, as if in a trance.

"Mom, we're here about—"

"The girdle," Aphrodite answered, turning around. Leo took a sharp gasp of air as she spun, clearly floored by his first impression of the goddess. Percy and Piper however kept their cool, having become somewhat accustomed to her beauty. "Yes, I know."

Aphrodite's form seemed to flicker, her hair changing colors, her features molding into one version after another, each more beautiful than the last. She settled quickly however, on a form similar to the one Percy had seen her in before, but this time something seemed... different.

He couldn't deny the family resemblance between the goddess and Y/N. They looked practically identical. Sure, there were hints of Piper in the facade, but only in the small details they shared.

"Well," Piper began. "Where is it?"

"Oh," Aphrodite sighed. "I'd love to give it to you, but I'm afraid it's in the water." She gazed out at the blue again, a forlorn look in her eyes. Percy had the urge to comfort her, tell her it'd be okay, dive into the water, anything

What was wrong with him?

"The water?" Piper questioned.

"Yes, I'm afraid Zeus wasn't too happy with me after Hera borrowed it again. Zeus caught on much quicker this time, and he wasn't too happy about it. As they say, all is fair in love and war."

Percy was only half listening, distracted by the way the goddess' eyes sparkled just the same as Y/N's, or how her hair fell just the same.

"I never noticed how much they look alike," he muttered, mostly to himself. Aphrodite turned to him, a warm, knowing smile on her face.

"What?" Leo asked, seemingly in his own trance.

"Y/N. I've never noticed how much she looks like her mother."

Leo's face screwed up. "What?" he repeated. "Not at all."

Percy turned to him confusion. How couldn't he see it? There was no missing the way they even moved the same.

Piper cleared her throat, regaining their attention. She stared down at the rock, a thick blush across her cheeks.

"This girdle?" she reminded.

"Yes, yes," Aphrodite said. "Why don't you—" She pointed to Percy. "—fetch my girdle, then maybe I can help you with your little problem." There was a twinkle in her eye, one he learned years ago not to trust when it was coming from the gods, but her words threw him off.

"What problem?"

The goddess only laughed, a light, melodic sound. "How sweet. You will find my girdle a mile out, but beware, it is closely guarded by a cetus."

"A what?" he asked.

"Go along now!" Her voice was cheerful, waving him past her. He walked to the edge of the rock, where she had been standing, casting a glance back towards his friends.

"As for you two," Aphrodite continued, with complete disregard for Percy. "How about some tea?"

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i love your writing!!!! could i perhaps request a mortal friends to lovers leo valdez x reader au?? like they're both at college, leo takes mec eng(obviously lol) and reader takes psychology and it's just painful fluff with mutual pining losers with smut when they end up sleeping together after a super romcom dramatic like confession from leo?? lol sorry for the big ass text i'm just way into romcoms rn😅 (also subby leo lmao)

thank you so much for the request, love! leo is so fun to write for, and I ended up making this a two parter, so stay tuned for next week!

Are You Mad?

pt1, pt2

pairing: mortal leo valdez x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: couldn't help but add some greek references lol, readers in denial, hoo friend group, dramatic love confession of course summary: you and leo end up as best friends after a chance collision, but soon it looks like it might be more a/n: I'm so excited to write the part 2 for this. should probably be out next thursday!

I tossed my empty cup into a trash can as I passed, trying to shuffle through the mass of papers and folders stacked in my arms one-handed. At this point I was only half convinced I'd finished that paper, and if I didn't find it before I got Mr. Whitman's class, I was as good as dead.

Just as I thought I saw the header of the essay I had been searching for, I collided with something hard, and all my papers flew out of my arms, littering the sidewalk.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," the guy hurried out, immediately ducking down to collect my mess. All I could see of him from this angle was a mess of black curls, and the back of a beat up Carhartt jacket.

"No, no, that was on me. I wasn't looking where I was going." I grabbed as many of the papers as I could, attempting to put them back in a neat stack. "I was trying to find an essay."

"This one?" he asked, looking up. I was met with warm chocolate brown eyes, leaving me stunned for a moment. He had picked up a thin stack that had been stapled together at the corner, holding it at an awkward angle to read the title. "The Self: Human Nature or All in Our Heads?"

"Yep. That's the one." I had gathered myself enough to answer with a shy smile.

"Psychology?" he continued with a mischievous looking grin, handing over the last few rogue papers.

"Second year."

"Me too!" he said enthusiastically. "I mean—second year, not psych. I'm mechanical engineering."

"That's my roommates major! She loves it, but I've never been able to follow it much."

"It's not too hard once you get the hang of it. I'm Leo, by the way."

"It's nice to meet you! I'd shake your hand, but I'd probably drop all this again."

"We wouldn't want that," he laughed.

Just as I was about to make another comment, I caught a glance of his watch. "Shit. I'm gonna be late. It was lovely to talk to you, hope to see you around," I called over my shoulder as I hurried off to my class.

"That's the second time today!" Percy yelled, hopping up from his seat, the front of his shirt and pants soaked. "Why can't this shit be waterproof or something?"

"Sorry, man," Leo apologized, though his teasing tone and proud smile suggested otherwise.

As soon as Percy was out of the dorm room, hurrying off to change, Jason turned to his friend. "You've got to stop doing that," he laughed. "I think he's almost at the breaking point."

Leo shrugged, turning his attention back to me. I was laid in his bed on my stomach as he sat on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress.

"What was I saying?" he asked, his nose scrunching adorably.

"Those... Sphere thingies."

"Right!" he said, his eyes lighting up. "Archimedes' spheres. We were talking about them in class today. I mean, he had some crazy ideas, but these things were just wild. They're way too complicated. Those things would never work. They don't even know what half of them are supposed to do."

"He sounds rather ambitious. Like someone else I know," I responded, gently tapping the end of his nose. He scrunched it again at my actions, making me what to repeat my actions a thousand times over.

What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it.

I pulled my hand back to my side as he went on, rambling about the impossibility of the inventions. We were only a few inches away from each other, his chin on the edge of the bed and mine resting on the back of my palm, but neither of us seemed to notice the proximity.

How the hell I ended up in this position, I couldn't really tell you. It was probably Percy's stupid idea to come to this stupid party.

Leo was across the room, talking to some girl, and for some reason I couldn't pinpoint, I was pissed about it. Part of myself was saying he's just talking to some girl, what's the big deal? But another—much louder—part of me wanted to scream at how close they were, talking maybe a few inches apart at most, and neither had looked up for six minutes and fifty-two seconds. Not that I was counting. What has gotten into me?

I eventually tore my eyes away from them, afraid I'd make myself sick if I stared at them any longer. Set on searching out Annabeth, I took off into the crowd, eventually finding her in the kitchen, tucked under Percy's arm.

"I'm gonna head out."

Her expression immediately turned to worry as she saw my own. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I answered, though my words came out sharp and uncomfortable, clearly not convincing either of us.

"I'll go with you."

"No, really. Percy's way too drunk to be left with the boys." My excuse was true, he was slurring aggressively, telling an overly exaggerated story.

"Jason isn't drinking, he'll be fine."

"Really," I tried again, practically pleading. I was more eager than ever now to get out of there, my skin heating to an unbearable temperature in the time I'd been standing there.

She hesitated, studying me. "Fine. But text me as soon as your back in the dorm. Kay?"

"Mhm," I nodded, immediately ducking towards the door. I was eager for the fresh air, but as soon as I pushed my way outside I was pelted with thick, cold rain drops. Great.

I tried to ignore my shivering, tugging off my heels to avoid slipping. I was halfway home when my phone started ringing, playing the custom ringtone Leo had insisted I used for his contact. I hurriedly ignored it, fumbling with my heels and the slippery screen, but just as soon as I had put my phone away, it was blaring again.

"For fuck's sake!" I yelled, scrambling to clear it again.

'Where are you?' his text read. 'Are you okay?' 'Answer me please.'

"Give it up," I muttered angrily, shoving my phone into my bag. I had just made it to my building when an all too familiar voice came from somewhere behind me through the heavy patter of rain.

"Thank God! Are you okay?"

"Would everyone stop asking that?" I snapped, spinning around to face him. Leo was climbing out of his cherry red Cadillac he'd fixed up, hurrying over to me.

"I thought something had happened to you? Why didn't you answer my calls or texts?" His eyes quickly scanned over me, taking in the thin dress sticking to my skin, heels in one hands, and arms wrapped tightly around myself as I shivered violently. "You're shaking. Take my jacket," he started, shrugging off his coat.

I brushed him off, ignoring his attempts. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What? I'm making sure you're okay. You shouldn't be walking home by yourself at two in the morning. Please, take the jacket."

"No."

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"Yes! No... I–I don't know! Can you just leave me alone?" I angrily pleaded. His expression was somewhere between confused and hurt, the arm holding his jacket now hanging by his side. "Shouldn't you be off with some little blonde?"

That comment struck a chord, only deepening his confusion. "No?" he said, almost as more of a question. "Are you mad about me talking to a girl?"

"I don't want to talk about this!" I yelled back, desperately wanting to get out of the heavy rain. I could practically feel the cold in my bones, and my clothes were clinging to me uncomfortably.

"I do," he pouted, looking like a kicked puppy. His curls were matted down on his forehead, his grease-stained t-shirt sticking to his skin, and his jacket hanging limping at his side, not bothering to put it back on.

"What is there to talk about? I'm soaking wet, cold, and tired, I don't want to talk about some skank at a frat party!"

"Are you jealous or something?" He had begun to raise his voice, from a mix of the loud rain and aggravation.

"Maybe I am!" I yelled in response. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," he answered, not skipping a beat.

I was too stunned to answer him, the anger suddenly leaving me. The image of us yelling at each other in the rain about something so simple suddenly seemed absurd, and I was frantically trying to figure out how we had ended up here. I was just beginning to realize I may feel something different for my best friend, and here he was saying he might feel the same.

He stared at me for what felt like forever, until I managed to croak out a barely audible, "What?"

"I like you. Hell, if we're being honest, I think I'm in love with you."

His big brown eyes watched me with no expectation, just observing. I realized he wasn't waiting for me to say it back, or even acknowledge it, he was just... watching me process.

Before I knew what I was doing I had thrown my heels to the ground, launching myself at him. I pressed my lips against his as I threaded my fingers through his soaked curls. Leo's hands instinctively found my waist, tugging me closer.

His teeth tugged my bottom lip, nipping me before his tongue darted out to lick across the area in a soothing manner. I tugged his hair at the action, silently praising him.

I pulled away breathlessly, trying to get even closer to him. "You're so warm," I muttered against his lips. My shivering had decreased significantly since he'd wrapped his arms around me.

"Let's get you inside." My only option for a response was a mindless nod, before returning to his lips.

[classica-meretrix]

Drama Queen

pairing: stu macher x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of nicknames summary: stu is dramatic. who would've guessed

"And then she started screaming at me that it was my fault! I mean what did I do?" Tatum protested.

"You did flirt back," I pointed out, putting a book in my locker.

"I guess..." She mindlessly folded a piece of notebook paper, leaning on the locker next to me. "But he came on to me, you know?" Before I could respond Sidney came out of a classroom near us. "Oh! Sid, you've gotta hear this!"

"Bye!" I called as she ran over to Sid, starting down the hall.

"Bye! Save me a sandwich at lunch will you?"

"Sure!"

I fluffed my hair in the small mirror before shutting the locker door. Before I could turn around a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hi, lover." Stu mumbled as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Wanna come over tonight? My parents are taking Leslie out for dinner while she's home from college."

"Yeah. I can grab a movie on my way over." As I finished talking he leaned all of his weight on me. "Stu! Get off me, you weigh like two hundred pounds."

He stood up just enough for me to spin around, wrapping my arms around his neck as he feigned offense. "Are you telling me I'm fat?"

"I'm telling you I'm not the one that's six foot four and works out everyday."

He failed at hiding a smirk before leaning on me again, forcing me into the locker. We both burst into fits of laughter.

"Can you two be idiots somewhere else? I need in my locker."

Stu backed up, revealing Randy fighting a grin with his arms crossed.

"Oh I'm sorry, did we cost you two seconds?" he teased, pulling me into his chest. "Here that babe? We inconvenienced the marvelous Randy!"

"Would you shut up?" Randy laughed as he pushed past us. "My two seconds happen to be very important. I could've been solving world hunger."

"Oh no!" Stu cried. Unfortunately for Billy, he walked up beside him. "All those lives!" he yelled as he let go of me, latching onto Billy's shoulder, pretending to cry.

"What's wrong with nutcase?"

"What isn't?" Randy mumbled as the bell rang.