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જ⁀➴ pov: your camera roll whilst dating percy jackson ! ♡

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say it with me—

“someday i’m going to have the life i’ve always dreamed of and i won’t let self doubt stop me”

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──── blahaj / shark !

pairing ! Percy Jackson x fem!reader content warning ! silly smut, fluff, very short!!

"Why'd you go all quiet, huh?"

Percy — all sweaty and huffy from the sweltering heat that was currently surrounding the both of you — stopped his movements for a moment, to take a much-needed breather, and to check in with you!

Your wide eyes staring up at him did little to not immediately start grinding into your fluttering walls again…, but Percy tried to think with his head for the moment, and not the one that was desperately twitching inside of you.

"Can’t when he’s watching us…" you answered softly, almost silent enough to have him miss what you just said.

"Uh— what?" He’s not sure who you mean, his own eyes going wide as he thinks someone is watching the both of you in such an intimate moment. Although he doubts there are many creeps around camp— but you can never be sure, yea?

The son of Poseidon quickly looks out the window then, or tries to, anyway, because the curtains are drawn. Like always when he decides to devour you under the sheets.

"Pretty girl, I really don’t know what you mean, please."

You were killing him here, speaking seemingly nonsense when he all but desperately clung to the last little bit of sanity, before he would have to either pick up the pace again or slip out of you…

And Percy certainly didn’t want the latter!

He watches as you become all blushing under his gaze and sheepishly point to the side of his bed. And there, staring into your soul — soaking everything up that was happening, or at least that’s what it felt like for you — was this huge plush shark. The one you'd brought him from Ikea that one time…

A slight snort passes through his lips as he follows your pointed finger, and he has to lean down for a moment to press his forehead against yours. You meant the shark! Of course, you meant the shark…

"But pretty girl," he slowly grins against your skin again, making your breath stutter in the best way possible. "I like when he sees m' taking care of his mommy, hm?"

"Perce!" — "okay, okay. fine..."

Defeated, and with much effort — because he really, really doesn't want to slip out of you now — Percy stretches his arm over your head and half-heartedly turns the poor plush shark around, so that he's no longer 'watching'.

"Better, hm?" a kiss is gently placed to your forehead and your eyes flutter close at his softness, before his gentle caresses turn deliciously rough again, and you're left gasping and clawing...

"Yea, there we go..., lemme hear you, pretty girl..."

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. . . percy jackson

˖°𓇼 bf!percy who asks his mom for help on what to do for valentines day. bf!percy takes you to the beach even though he takes you regardless. bf!percy who takes you to montauk specifically, renting out the little cabin he and his mother used to go to. bf!percy who immediately drags you to the sea, half-pushing you into the waves in his excitement. bf!percy who controls the sea so that the waves are fun but not too big or scary for you. bf!percy who teaches you how to surf because he can control the intensity of the waves. bf!percy who hires a boat to take you to the nearby island. bf!percy who guides you to the deep-ish part to go "scuba diving", which is really just watching fish (the fish ask about you). bf!percy who asks for a favor from his dolphin friends and takes you dolphin-riding during the sunset. bf!percy who runs around in the sand and tumbles in the surf with you, laughing as you squeal at the water licking your feet. bf!percy who kisses you any chance he gets, your lips a little chapped because of the salt. bf!percy who sits with you at night, listening to the song of the sea with the stars shining above. bf!percy who brings you into the cabin, telling you stories that his mom told him when he was a kid and, in turn, listen to your own. bf!percy whose hand crawls over to yours like a hopeful crab, taking it in his grasp and caressing it softly.

"stay away from me!" you squeal, feet slapping against the wet, firm sand beneath your feet, leaving little indentations that are soon defaced by a bigger pair of footprints.

the sea water clinging to your skin is turned cool by the seaside air, making you shiver. you take deep breaths as you run across, the tinge of salt reaching your lungs as you try to get away from the boy with a hermit crab reached out in your direction.

in moana fashion the water assumes the shape of a hand, wrapping around your ankle and pulling you down. the waves cushion your fall, leaving you crawling around in the sand as percy, cackling, squats down beside you with the creature in his palm.

"arnold wants to say hi," he says, smugly. your eyes narrow in faux annoyance, but you can't help the affection swelling in you at this stupid, crooked smile and the wind tousling his hair.

"i don't want to say hi to arnold."

"aw, he's hurt!"

"he pinched my toe!"

"you stepped on him!" he snorts, thrusting his hand into your face where the blue-shelled hermit crab was, and you could feel the creature's distastful look at you.

"percy," you whine. "set me free!"

he shrugs. "well, alright, then." he sets down the crustacean to run off and relinquishes his hold on your ankle. his green eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you push yourself up, only to widen in surprise when you run in his direction and body slam him down onto the sand.

percy's hands instinctively place themselves on your waist as the breath is knocked out of his lungs. unstopppable laughs are ripped out from him as you assault his torso with sandy punches, a huge smile on your own face as he attempts to salvage his face.

"my hair!" he complains, the black waves literred with grains of sand.

"your hair?" you demand, incredulous. "my hair!" well, sure enough, the salt in the air and water had turned it dry and crunchy.

he catches your wrists. "i like your hair." percy pulls you in, getting up, and kisses you softly.

you pull away, face scrunched up. "you're salty."

"i'm salty? you're salty!"

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @ianrkives

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REMUS LUPIN | TEMPER

sum. : remus is usually a grump, as dismal as a cloudy day and you're his sunshine, whether he accepts it or not -- he denies it vehemently until his sensitive nerves make him lash out the day of a full moon

length : 2.2k

tags. : grumpy remus ; sunshine reader ; opposites attract ; angst with a happy ending ; remus is a meanie ; reader is stubborn ; a little ooc remus lupin ; fluff ; angst

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Remus thinks you’re strange. He didn’t know of you until you made yourself known to him, wearing the brightest smile he had ever seen on a person. It was like the sun breaking through a stubborn wall of clouds on an otherwise dismal day. He wasn’t usually the extroverted type, especially with Sirius, James and Peter as his best mates so he was surprised that someone like him managed to catch your eye.  

He was perfectly fine with being a silent presence in his close group of friends, appreciating them for their companionship despite knowing of his ‘furry little problem’. He hardly interacted with others outside his small group and preferred it that way. So when you suddenly appeared before him, he didn’t know what to do with you. 

You had a horrible preference for appearing whenever he was reading in the library – something he enjoyed for academic and recreational purposes. James, Sirius and Peter never understood his fondness for reading so left him alone whenever he simply wanted to read. He was more than comfortable with having only himself for company until you started sitting with him. That was how you first got to know each other or, rather, how you made him your ‘friend’ but not by choice. 

“What are you reading there?” your chirpy voice cuts through the silence that first day. Hoping you weren’t talking to him, Remus ignored you and, instead, brought his book closer to shield his face. “Hello?~” you sang softly after a beat of silence and he could hear the smile in your words. Finally, Remus looks up but only spares you a brief once-over. He was being rude, yes, but so were you for interrupting his reading. Remus also couldn’t stand seeing your bright and sunny gaze for longer than he’d be willing to stare directly at the sun. He’s half convinced he’d burn himself if he looked at you too long.

“Frankenstein,” he answers quietly, hoping you’d leave soon enough… but that was wishful thinking on his part. 

“Oh! A muggle book? That’s pretty cool.” there’s a pause after Remus gives an acknowledging grunt but nothing more. Please go away!  He remembers pleading to himself as he tried to find where he last left off – you were too distracting, “May I sit with you?” Remus goes to give you a judging look but you’re already sitting in the seat across from him when he looks up. He glares at your happy disposition, unaffected by his obvious disapproval, much to his irritation. His annoyance flares sharply as he emits a low growl from deep within his chest but there’s no response from you. You’re as immovable as a mountain. He has no choice but to accept his fate and does his best to ignore you in favour of reading. 

However, in doing so, he had deeply underestimated how determined you were to disturb his peace. 

From his periphery, he sees you pausing in your own reading to stare blatantly at him from across the table. Your first few attempts were, somewhat, sneaky but, over time, you eventually gave in to an obnoxious stare. Remus felt like he couldn’t turn a single page without you eyeing his long fingers. Your eyes peek out from over your book and Remus has to fight himself to keep from getting lost in your curious, twinkling eyes. 

“What do you want?” he snaps agitated and suppressing the horrible urge to grind his teeth menacingly at you. A disguised effort to resist your infuriating charms. Someone this annoyingly persistent shouldn’t be so adorable. 

“Sorry, I umm…. I just wanted to know what your Frankenstein book was about…”

You were polite and sweet with the decency to appear, somewhat, ashamed of your behaviour —it was very cute— but that only seemed to rile Remus up even more, “Read it yourself.” he snaps again and continues reading. 

He doesn’t feel bad for snapping at you, which is why he avoids your gaze entirely. In his efforts, he manages to make more progress with reading and doesn’t realise how much time has gone by until the ache in his neck makes him look up and see you asleep atop the table. Rolling his eyes, Remus packs his things and leaves you to return to Gryffindor Tower — he’s not a babysitter so he shouldn’t feel guilty and he shouldn’t look back. But he does alert the librarian about your presence so that she gets you up instead. 

Remus doesn’t see you until a few days later when you happen upon him in the library and disturb his peace once again. When he looks up this time, however, his eyes manage to linger on your smile before you direct his attention to a copy of Frankenstein in your hand. It makes him raise a brown in silent question. 

“I got the book to read as you suggested,” you ramble on more than is necessary. At least your voice isn’t super annoying, it’s actually quite nice to listen to, “I haven’t read much yet but it’s really good so far. It’s not like anything I’ve ever read before. You have a really good taste in books,” by this point, Remus has already buried his attention back into the pages of his current book and tries to zone you out with only minimal success, “May I sit with you?” that question immediately catches his attention and he almost snaps his neck in half, looking up to firmly reject your attempts. 

“No–!” but he was too late as you were already sitting down and smiling innocently from your seat across the table. He frowns deeply and sighs loudly, making his annoyance obvious but you’re unbothered and already have your book open. His eyes narrow, perplexed at how someone can act so brazenly. He notices the stray hair that falls out of place, the slight crookedness of your collar, the focus in your eyes, the softness of your skin and the gentle curve of your face… You’re so annoying! “What edition do you have?” he suddenly asks, his voice rough and disinterested as if he couldn’t care less whether you answered him or not. He wasn’t interested at all; he just needed to desperately put an end to his earlier train of thought. Hopefully, your response would irk him again and he could return to being rightfully irritated by you. 

“Oh um…” you flick to the very first page of the book, “I have the 1818 edition, why?” you’re smiling sweetly and he scoffs, turning his head away. His ears had become a bright pink beneath his hair. 

“No reason…” The two of you return to reading your individual books while Remus hopes you don’t register the subconscious hum of approval he let out. He’s only happy you’re reading the original, unrevised version. 

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The two of you have become an unusual pair that is often seen around Hogwarts. Many have criticised you for always trailing behind the tall Gryffindor, and despite his cold, impartial disposition towards you, Remus is the first to put an end to such ‘annoying’ talk. 

“Stop talking about things you hardly know anything about,” he would often use his tall height to glare down at those same, clueless people, demeaning them further. And, although that should have been the end of it, many persisted to the point where James, Sirius, and Peter also stepped in when neither of you were around to defend your unusual pairing. 

“Thank you, Remus,” you would chirp at him but receive no response in return. It was odd that, despite his cold shoulder, you persisted. Always wanting to be his friend, always smiling so easily, always greeting him with a friendly tone. It didn’t make sense to him. 

Deep down, Remus wants to keep you. He thinks you are adorable; you are a shining light to a monster like him, and he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Whenever you stand particularly close to him, he savours the warmth you radiate. And whenever you talk, no matter if it is nonsense, he always listens, even if he pretends to ignore you by doing something else entirely. He keeps you at a distance but also wants you close at the same time – he was confusing even himself! 

He was grateful for your consistency, however. Grateful until the week of the full moon. 

You are consistent, and that was something Remus always appreciated about you. But it has become Remus’ main point of irritation for the past few days. Everywhere he looked, you were there, smiling brightly as always, but his sensitive nerves have grown intolerant of you; as soon as he sees you approach, he turns away and hurriedly escapes your company. It scares him to feel so genuinely irritated by you that he doesn’t dare lash out. In the beginning of his friendship with the Marauders, he had lashed out at them too, but their determination for a close bond kept them together. He knows how persistent you can be, but losing you is a thought that makes his blood run cold and leaves an awful taste in his mouth, worse than any potion. 

True to your character, however, you manage to corner him after three days of avoidance, the day the full moon would finally appear in the night sky. It was only a matter of time, but why today of all days? 

“You have the worst timing…” Remus mutters to himself as you innocently tilt your head in question. Usually, as perceptive as he is, Remus would have answered your silent question by now, but he remains silent. The still pause stretches on between you, and Remus uses it as the perfect opportunity to turn away and begin walking off. However, you are adamant about not letting him leave and hug his arm to anchor him down — this is the closest the two of you have ever been. Although Remus never raised a hand at you, his violent flinch to escape your touch makes your heart stop. “Don’t. Touch. Me!” he growls lowly through clenched teeth, his expression making you freeze up. 

“I-I just…” Under his intimidating gaze, you deflate and confess honestly. “I missed you…I haven’t seen you in three days, and you’re my friend. I was really worried. Did I do something wrong?—” 

“If I walk away, then that means I don’t want you anywhere near me!” Remus glares coldly at you, his face crumpled into one that completely replaces his once gentle features. He is unrecognisable. “Leave me alone!” With that, he turns and leaves, a boulder in his stomach and a bitter taste in his mouth, with the still silence ringing in his ears. He needs to get a hold of himself; he can’t believe he lashed out at you like that. Hopefully, you will leave him alone from now on, at least until after he has recovered from his transformation. 

Remus was halfway down the hall when the silence was finally broken by a soft sniffle and a suppressed whimper. He stops completely in his tracks. He dreads turning around, frozen in place in his fear that he had made you cry. The soft footfalls that follow as you walk away prompt him to turn and rush to you, desperate to correct his mistake. 

“I’m sorry!” he shouts, his heart thundering in his chest as he runs to you. It isn’t until he sees your heartbroken expression and the tears falling from your eyes that he drops to his knees and hugs you around the waist, burying his face in your stomach as he repeats his apology over and over. It is overdramatic, in hindsight, but in the moment, he can’t think of any other way to keep you from completely turning away from him. His lycanthropy has taken so many things away from him, and now he is about to lose the one thing he would fall apart without. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me, love,” 

Never before had you heard such affection in Remus’ words than in that moment. You don’t know what compelled him to be so incredibly mean, but his softened, pleading eyes, as he looks up from where he presses his cheek against your torso, have your knees weakening. 

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Ever since that day, Remus was found to be always trailing after you, always touching you and eagerly leaning down to hear you better. He loves peering intimately into your beautiful eyes and getting to smell your sweet fragrance. He now insists that you sit in his lap every time you join him to read in the library together. Feeling you close and getting the chance to hold you in his arms is an addictive feeling that Remus will never tire of. 

“Let me carry that for you, love,” Remus’ soft whisper has you hypnotically handing over your books as heat rises up your neck, “I’ll take you to class, today,”

“You walk me to class every day, Rem,” you giggle and smile as he presses a kiss to your temple and nuzzles your crown affectionately. 

“What about it?” there isn’t a trace of malice in his voice, only warmth. 

“Nothing~” he doesn’t let you go easily. Before you begin walking to class, he holds your chin and tilts it up ever so slightly, guiding your lips to meet his own in a soft kiss. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” his loving eyes and soft words make you melt. You’ve never had a more perfect morning.

“Good morning, Rem,” 

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a/n : this is dedicated to my darling friend @cheriiepies who's birthday is new years! i hope you enjoy this short imagine/oneshot, my lovely! i just hope i managed to include everything you wanted to me to include. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE! I hope you're surrounded by all the love and happiness you deserve on your special day!

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“ how could you think i’d be your friend? ”

percy jackson x fem!reader 🌊

⚠️ sexual references

a/n percy won by a landslide it’s not even funny

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this was getting too far. so far, you were topless, he was topless, and there was some friction that should not be happening.

his lips traveled down your neck as his hands squeezed your waist tighter, making you let out a groan.

“perce,” you sighed. your fingertips lingered along his toned shoulders.

his teeth bit down a bit on your collarbone, “yeah, baby?”

baby. this is the only time he calls you that. while your clothes are on the floor and you’re offering yourself up for sacrifice.

you slightly pushed him off of you to look at his eyes. “percy,” your left hand softly caressed his temple, “i, uhm,” you sighed.

“you okay?” he softly questioned, his grip loosening and his hands tracing shapes into your back.

“i can’t,” you looked at him. his eyebrows creased in curiosity as he looked up at you. “how do you think of me?”

“oh,” he looked down for a moment before back up at you, “i think you’re beautiful,” kiss to your collarbone, “you’re hot,” chest, “sexy,” as he leaned in to press a third kiss to your tit, you grabbed his hair, pulling him back.

“besides the obvious,” you muttered, causing a grin to appear on his face, “do you like me in a way that’s…” you took a breath, “not physical?”

he smiled, “okay, yeah.” his fingers twisted in your hair, “i like how you’re strong, you’re actually one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met.”

“percy,” your gaze went to his chest.

“what’s bothering you, baby?”

your heart dropped, “that.”

“what?”

“you,” the way his chest rose and fell quicker at your questioning made you feel slightly guilty, “you call me baby when we’re naked, and it’s stupid, i’m sorry.”

“i’m so confused, y/n,” he mentioned, “do you want me to stop calling you that?”

you urgently shook your head, “no, no.”

“what is it then?”

“i can’t be your friend.”

you finally looked up. the look of betrayal on his face was indescribable. his hands left your body, leaving you cold.

you crawled off of his lap and sat in front of him.

“did i..” he looked at you, “do something?”

“percy, you were my best friend in the world,” you gestured between the two of you, “but this,” you shook your head, “i can’t do.”

“then we’ll stop,” he quickly replied. “we can stop and be friends.”

“no,” you scooched closer to him. you laid your hand on his chest, “percy,” bite the bullet, “i love you.”

his silence after your words made it worlds worse. until his hand rested on top of yours.

he interlocked his fingers with yours and brought them up to his mouth. softly, he pressed a wet kiss to your wrist.

“i love you, too.”

your lips twitched into a soft smile, “promise?”

hr pulled you closer, “promise.” he kissed you deeply, lingering his hands around your ribs, “i love you, baby.”

your smile widened. you cupped his face, “let’s never be friends again.”

he laughed, kissing your jaw, “never,” he flipped you under him, kissing your lips, “ever, baby.”

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Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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percy jackson headcannons!!

pairing: percy jackson x reader

tw: mentions of sex, no actual smut tho

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- he absolutely LOVES kissing you. like it’s an addiction at this point. your lips are just so soft he can’t help it :(

- he gets jealous but i feel like he wouldn’t act on it, especially not in public. he’d just get all mopey and pout until you noticed.

- he definitely makes dirty jokes. he’ll say those jokes with the biggest grin on his face too

- but the second you flirt back? he’s putty in your hands

- tries to show off his strength around you, especially if you’re watching him spar

- he loves seeing you in anything blue (especially if it’s a dress/skirt)

- he gets lonely in his cabin sometimes, so you basically just live there too

- he LOVES intimacy in the shower.

- he worries about you all the time, especially during the war

- definitely took you to meet his mom early on in the relationship (she loves you almost more than him tho so it’s fine)

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she’s a percy jackson girlie ୨୧ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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thinking about percy jackson and wearing his initial on a necklace! it was him that had gotten it for you, a silver/gold (your preference) charm, a ‘p’ around the chain, falling perfectly around your neck. and believe it when he says he loves it when your clothes are on, yet even better when they’re not. his favorite thing is seeing the chain rest of your bare chest, heaving slightly from the heat of the moment, and the relentless placing of his lips against yours. it’s the way it rests over your skin so delicately, and it makes you look nearly ethereal to him when you’re beneath him like this wearing his initial around your neck. with this known information, you’d never take it off regardless of the situation.

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FINALS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER IM SO HAPPY IM FINALLY GET SOME SLEEPPPP 💤🧸🎞️‼️😍😇🥺🥺😎🤒😎 and i js re-download tumblr after finals are done AND I MISS READING FANFIC SM 😭😭😭😭

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averyjameson headcannons •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

a/n : i'm backkk did you miss me?? after games untold i've been needing more of them so why not just do it yourself? anyway, tell me if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

tags : @your-mommy-ems @arqbella @reminiscentreader @x-liv25-jamieswife @inmyheaddd

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avery isn't (usually) the jealous type but jameson definitely is so anytime any guy she doesn't know talks to her he makes sure that he's always there just in case

not in a political way (it's definitely political) but they watched the election results together and raged the whole time

we all know that jameson's love language is touch but it also means that he does NOT care where they are, he's always kissing her and hugging her

he's always also holding her hands and fidgeting with them

they do the wordle together and always guess it together in like 3 tries because they have ultimate smarts when they're together

he thinks that she's the prettiest cutest person ever so he's always taking candid photos of her just reading or doing random stuff because he thinks she just looks so pretty

on the opposite side of things she's also always telling him how pretty she thinks he is

speaking of the photos, he's her personal photographer and takes all of the GOOD photos of her too

they're super good at getting gifts for each other so they're always trying to "out-gift" each other for their birthdays or the holidays

she always plays with his hair or gives him head scratches while he's falling asleep on her

he insists on always tying her shoes for her

this has been said so many times but avery has a bunch of nervous habits like tugging at her hair, picking at her nails or her lips so even if they're arguing he'll grab her hands just so she won't

when they start sleeping in his room he lets her add her own touch to his room and changing it to how she likes it

one of her favorite quality's about him is his smile and his laugh

one of their favorite things to go into those photo booths that you see in the mall so every time they see one they have to do it until they have a collection of them

he always watches her while she gets ready

he likes surprising her with vip concert tickets for all of her favorite artists

he's always getting himself hurt, not particularly big injuries but things like cuts and bruises and occasionally more but avery HATES it

jameson thinks it's adorable whenever they get invited to movie premiers and events and avery gets excited seeing all of the important people that she's "seen on tv" even though she's on tv all of the time

he watches all of her interviews and gets happy whenever she talks about him or there's a question about him

[lobespals]

〡𝓐. warner ˎˊ˗ in my eyes.

- summery: youre totally, obviously, in love with aaron warner. he just likes you—he’s fond of you. but maybe you could be more in his eyes?

- warnings: none💪

- voicemail: this was made by MIKA HERE‼️ SORRU THIS WAS SHORT ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY :(((( BUT ILL DO ANYTHING FOR MY MAN‼️‼️

honestly? you couldn’t help it. how could you not fall in love with AARON WARNER? you knew it was stupid—that a man like him couldn’t like you, but a girl could dream. right?

and so you stood, listening to the blond man as he explained what he was doing with the files he had in his hand. the two of you were in the office of the mansion-like home he had.

if you were honest, you just asked about it to hear him rant. he tended to go on with a rant whenever somebody asked about his work; regardless if they wanted him to stop or not. he put a file behind the other one, continuing his rant that flowed into one ear and out the other to you.

“and if we did that, the whole thing would cancel out with chaos—y/n, are you even listening?” he asked, frowning at you once he looked up.

you blinked a few times, trying to see if he caught you staring. luckily, he didn’t. “if i’m being honest?” you asked. “not really.” aaron gave you an unamused stare, shaking his head.

“then why was i telling you about my work?” he frowned. you blinked again. “because i wanted to hear you rant.” his eyes snapped up to yours and you almost regretted saying that. “i—i’m mostly the one who rants a lot, so i wanted you to be the ranter for once.”

he stared at you with a gaze you couldn’t decipher. he hummed before looking back down at his files. “well, i did rant, so you’re welcome.”

“yeah, yeah. thank you, aaron,” you said sarcastically.

you could’ve sworn he paused, breathing in a sharp breath. but he continued as if he didn’t do it at all. maybe he didn’t and you were being delusional; again. you silently cursed yourself.

to break the awkward silence, you started to hum a random song you listened to before as he began to continue his work.

it stayed like that, for a while. you, sitting across from him—now laying your face beside his lap—, humming, and him, doing his paperwork, silently chuckling whenever you missed a beat or you messed up.

it was when the now comfortable atmosphere turned into a quiet one did he looked down at you beside him.

“why’d you stop?” he asked with a frown. you looked up at him, looking into his emerald eyes. your heart skipped a beat but it wasn’t the time for that right now.

“hm?” you hummed in question. he slightly furrowed his eyebrows. “you stopped humming.” your mouth turned into the shape of a small o whenever you understood.

you shrugged your shoulders before simply answering. “i just wanted to.”

“well then start again.”

“what if i don’t want to?”

“well then i’ll force you to.”

his eyes furrowed again, now in frustration, making you let out a small giggle. “alright, aaron,” you mumbled, smiling at him.

the man stared down at you, pausing. your smile slowly faded as you started to hum, closing your eyes again.

you felt his gaze on you for a while before it went away, probably to focus back on his work.

you wouldn’t lie that it made you feel all giddy inside.

now, aaron warner knew he liked you. he liked you way more than other people, actually. but the flutter in his stomach and the urge to adore you more and more was growing stronger.

was it just a liking towards you, or no?

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[lobespals]

— midnights like this ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: none pairings: husband! percy jackson x wife! reader a/n: prue writes an irrelevant blurb instead of finishing the 20 sitting in her drafts? yep sounds like her! 😊

no… yes… no… yes… no

no. it wasn’t fair that just because percy couldn’t sleep that means that you shouldn’t be able to sleep either. though, you were his wife, you should share struggles with him. but he was utterly bored. but you looked so peaceful. your lips slightly parted, breathing in and out slowly, your features delicate as you softly slept, your hair disoriented yet you still managed to look like a goddess. percy switched his position to be laying on his side, turning his full attention to your sleeping self. maybe he should just wake you…

no! he stops those thoughts quickly. but you always said if he couldn’t sleep to feel free to wake you up, but then in the morning you would be tired and he would feel guilty. this is surely a conundrum he’s in. he sighs and watches, hoping just his gaze will be enough to wake you from your slumber (it’s not). okay, next attempt. firstly, he pecks your nose, trailing to each of your pink cheeks, to your forehead and back to your nose once more. you still lay sleeping

it’s fine, he totally didn’t want to wake you anyways

but he so wants you to!! maybe if he uses his telepathic-married couple senses you’ll open your eyes. he closes his own tightly and wishes for you to wake up on your own will. he doesn’t open them until he feels you begin to stir, then his eyes widen and meet yours— fluttering open slowly. in a golden retriever like manner he squeals like a child and wraps you up in his arms tightly, three quarters asleep, you let him do so

“what’re you doing?” you murmur quietly

“I couldn’t sleep, I think I’ve been up for an hour now? I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, I used my telepathic powers and you woke up! isn’t that great?”

“… yeah” you’re too sleepy to care or respond properly. percy can’t find it in himself to care about your lack of response, he was just happy you had woke

“are you going back to sleep?”

you shake your head. “you woke me up, idiot”

“sorry about that” he laughs (he’s so not!!)

you sit up, now wide awake thanks to your husband. “now what were you saying about telepathy?”

[lobespals]

bet you’re thinking she’s so cool ˖⋆࿐

the soul of siara ♡ stephanie garber novels, pink and brown color combo, plushies, spring rewatches of to all the boys i’ve loved before films, gold jewelry, thoughts of julian santos, living like steph bohrer, deer and puppies, finding the beauty in people, bagels at least once a week, old romcoms, cd collections, bows bows bows, dreams of paris and new york and london, beagracie, baking sweet treats, heart bursting with love

[lobespals]

she’s the kind of book that you can’t put down! ₊˚⊹♡

emma’s checklist: polaroid pictures with all her friends plastered on her walls, a journal filled to the brim with memories, eyelash wishes, a mind that can’t help but wander, smiles from everyone she passes by on the street, a pinterest account that’s perfectly messy, an addiction to the three b’s (books, baking & boyfriends - but only the ones she fantasizes about), a heart large enough for the whole world and the plushie she’s had since she was around seven years old

[lobespals]

she’s so urban! ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a city girl’s checklist: an oversized trench coat, hair that took two hours to style but is already getting messed up because of the wind, the tiniest purse you’ve ever seen, a lip combo to reapply after buying a coffee and pastry from a random cafe, a cute guy to bump into and think about for the rest of the day & a giant smile plastered on her face because it’s such a blessing to be able to live somewhere that’s as alive as her