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Leo Valdez: He Is In Love

Pairing: Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Summary: a few scenes from your life with Leo, inspired by “You Are In Love” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: literal tooth rotting fluff and just Leo being in love with you. Kissing and intimacy as well, but that’s it :) This is also kind of a modern!Leo, but It’s not super apparent.

A/N: this song is one of my favorites of all time, and so I hope I did it justice! Thanks for any support, and I am so sorry about my chats and replies glitching. I think we have it figured out now, but if you comment/commented something on my posts I promise I saw it and added you to my tag lists!

Disclaimer: just one more thing, I know I have seen a fic like this somewhere, but once again I just can’t remember, so please feel free to have me credit you if you wrote something similar or know someone who did!!! Thanks @leahkenobi for being so understanding. I was also very inspired by @chasingpj ‘s canciones de mi corazón, which is one of my favorites fics ever, so total credit to them and their amazing work.

If you’d like to leave a like, reblog, or comment, that would be much appreciated <3

Leo Masterlist

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Parties were really not your scene.

It seemed lame, given the age you were, to not like parties. Virtually everyone around you went to them almost every weekend, and sometimes even during the week.

You just didn’t understand the appeal.

Meeting new people, deafening music, gross drinks, sweaty strangers, and worst of all: small talk.

Who could possibly enjoy that?

The good news is, there was at least someone who could relate to your feelings: your best friend, Leo Valdez.

With his ADHD, parties tended to exhaust him pretty quickly, and despite how he presents himself, he is quite introverted on the inside. He agreed with you about small talk, saying it was “worse than death.” You always told him he was being too dramatic, but he always shot back with “have you died before?”

There was no beating that. “Touché,” you would respond, and his bright eyes would twinkle with victory.

It felt nice, really nice, to have someone actually understand your social anxieties, rather than just deal with them.

Later on in your story, you would realize that it was one of the things you loved the most about him.

“I’m serious Y/N,” he said over the car stereo. “Just tell me when you’re done and we’ll go.”

He had offered to drive you to this specific house party, and you gladly accepted. Driving at night tended to make you extra paranoid, and spending time with Leo was always a plus.

“Thank you Leo,” you replied. “But you really don’t have to.”

“I want to, Y/N,” he said, and turned his head to look at your face as he said it.

It had always been so easy to get lost in his features. His darker skin tone, his sharp jawline, and his deep brown eyes. They always seemed to mesmerize you, no matter how long you knew Leo.

You smiled at him. “Eyes on the road Valdez.”

“Right,” he said, and looked away with the faintest blush. It was so faint that, now looking back, you swear you imagined it.

“Yes ma’am,” he laughed, and you laughed back.

The rest of the ride was normal. You played your favorite music, which just so happened to be Leo’s favorite as well, and the both of you sang along as you drove. It helped you pretend that you weren’t about to walk into your least favorite environment.

It always seemed natural between the two of you. Awkward moments didn’t exist, and they never would.

Leo parked, and came around to open the passenger door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you said to him.

He smiled at you, only barely showing his teeth.

“My mom would be very proud,” he said. “She made sure to teach me how to treat a woman.”

You smiled at him, nice and wide, and said, “I know.”

Of course you knew. You knew it all.

Leo led you into the party, and stayed by your side for as much of the night as he could, acting as a sense of security for you. He always jumped in when awkward silence started to drift in to your conversations, and he made sure to laugh at every joke or sarcastic comment you made.

For as much as he claimed he loathed small talk, he was pretty damn good at it.

You weren’t sure when, but at some point Leo and you got separated. It may have been when you went to the bathroom, or maybe he went to grab you some water and got pulled into another conversation.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is when you finally met his eyes across the room, and the look he gave you.

It was incredibly hard to see even a few feet in front of you in the dark room, and the look was so quick that there was no way you could have caught it if you blinked. It had to have been some form of magic, or really good luck, that you were able to see the emotion in his eyes as he looked at you.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his chin, and his eyes softened significantly. A romance book would call them “puppy dog eyes,” but the emotions he was conveying were too strong to be considered anything other than piercing.

And they were all just for you.

You ok? Want me to come over there? Do you want to just dip? We can drive home right now if you want. This dude I’m talking to is incredibly boring. Told you small talk was worse than death.

You couldn’t explain it. You swear you heard his voice speaking those exact words in your head when his eyes met yours, but he never opened his mouth once. It was all in his face.

Do I understand him that well? you thought to yourself.

It caught you off guard enough for him to tilt his head in confusion.

Y/N?

You panicked, and nodded. Your own eyebrows raised just a bit, and you took a very visible gulp. You hoped and prayed that he understood just how badly you wanted to get out of there.

And he did.

You would replay that moment over and over in your head during the walk back to the car, trying to make any sort of sense to it, but there was no sense to be made.

Sometimes, moments were just meant to happen, and the start of your fall for Leo was only beginning.

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

The drive away from the party was surprisingly quiet. Quiet for you and Leo anyway. He didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo.

You just kept getting more and more lost in your thoughts about how easy understanding Leo was, not only in his facial expressions, but even so small as his tone of voice.

Had it always been this way? If not, when did we just…click? How would that even happen over time? What makes two people so close? Either way, we are just friends, and friends are perfectly capable of feeling that way. And I don’t want us to be more than that…

…right?

You were fooling yourself, and you were completely confused.

Leo, on the other hand, could not have been happier. He was practically glowing.

“So,” he said out of nowhere. “I have a proposition.”

You snapped out of your spiral, and looked to Leo with a smile.

Yet again, he knew exactly what to say to pull you out.

“And what is that?” you teased.

“Celebratory coffees,” he said, “for making it through that horrendous experience.”

“Leo,” you said with a laugh. “It’s midnight!”

“So?” he asked. “We both love coffee, and neither of us are even energized by caffeine anyways. It’s always had an opposite effect on us.”

That was a good point.

“And, yet another pro, Starbucks probably won’t be too busy,” he said, and smiled at you.

“You deserve it Y/N,” he said softly, puppy eyes returning, and you smiled at your feet. Heat crept up your neck.

“Alright,” you obliged. “Celebratory coffee it is.”

He laughed nice and loud, his eyes glittering once again, and turned up a different street.

He was right. Starbucks was, for once, not very busy.

And you did deserve to treat yourself.

He pulled through the drive-through and got you your favorite drink, which he had memorized, and got a hot caramel macchiato for himself. He always talked about how the flavoring of it made him think of desserts his mom used to make, and how she would drink coffee every morning. She only gave him a sip a few times, and he would stick his tongue out in disgust of the flavor without fail.

You smiled and nodded every time he told the story, and you enjoyed how his eyes would crinkle and his dimples would show.

How did you not realize you loved him?

When you were finally on your way back home, you took some time to look out the window at all the passing trees and homes as you sipped your coffee. The streets that Leo had taken were some of your favorite in the city. You could count on two hands how many fields you passed, and they all allowed the night sky above you to be crystal clear. You could see so many stars, and their brightness started reflecting off of everything in the car.

“I think your necklace is trying to communicate with its old friends,” Leo said, and you turned to him in confusion.

He pointed down to your shirt, and you noticed that the necklace you had been wearing was laying on the outside of your shirt. You normally tucked it in, enjoying the feeling of the handiwork against your skin, but it must have popped out, making the starlight reflect on it as well.

Had it been like that the whole night?

The golden tinted necklace had three stars in a row, and it curved slightly to intensify its pattern. You adored that necklace, refusing to take it off since the moment you received it.

Leo gave that necklace to you, and he always looked at you a little differently when he saw it on you.

“Yeah,” you responded, smiling down at the trinket and rubbing it in between your fingers. “I won’t let it leave, though.”

You smiled up at him, and he smiled back, before turning back to pay attention to the road.

“Why don’t we just…pull over?” he asked. “I can see you watching the stars, and we can’t just drive past these perfect views?”

You shook your head at him, scoffing slightly at his playfulness. The night was only getting longer, but there was still something pulling at you to take his offer. You had been enjoying yourself so far, more so than you had in the past, and Leo was right; these views were perfect.

“Alright,” you replied. “Only for a few minutes.” You finish the statement with a yawn.

“That’s the spirit,” he responded, poking fun at your sleepy face and groggily voice. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

He pulled the car over, and leaned back in his chair. Lucky for the both of you, the vehicle had a pretty large sun-roof. This allowed the both of you to stare straight up into the night sky, without any bugs or cool breezes.

It was so beautiful.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying how peaceful the world was around you. There was no loud music, strobing lights, or a need to escape.

That was where you wanted to be. Right there. With him.

His deep, relaxed breaths made you even happier. You didn’t like when he was stressed or uptight, especially when he was working, and moments like these made all the difference.

You were just about to pry your eyes from the stars to look at his own beauty, before he gasped loudly out of no where.

“Y/N! Look up!” he said loudly, and your body went into panic mode.

“What! What is it?,” you asked him, and your eyes shot to the sky, searching through the sun-roof for any sort of threat or monster.

“See those three stars?” he asked, and pointed to his right. You followed his fingers, and still felt your heart beating quickly in your chest.

“Yes. Yes I see them.”

“Those are the ones that are on your necklace,” he said excitedly, and you turned your head to look at him in surprise.

“They’re my favorite,” he said, and his eyes locked with yours. Your heart-rate lowered, free from the anxiety of a threat, but it quickened back up and warmed your blood at Leo’s kind words.

He made a necklace of his favorite stars, for you. You loved that necklace more and more each day, but now knowing the significance of it…

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said suddenly, and you wrinkled your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly, and Leo loved your voice like that.

“You look too beautiful when you look happy,” he said, and you saw his eyes widen when the final word escaped his mouth.

He called me…beautiful. Not pretty, not hot, beautiful.

It was then that you realized that both yours and Leo’s shoulders had been touching ever since he pointed out the three stars, and a shot of electricity zoomed throughout your body all the way up to your brain when you realized how close he was to you.

You were staring into his eyes, seeing how they too held such beauty underneath the stars, and he even smelled good. It was a deep vanilla with just a hint of cologne, and you knew it was a mix of his conditioner and body spray. It was a perfect mix. Not too much, but not too little. It was just…Leo.

You kept looking at him, wanting to touch his hair and carve his cheek with your fingers, tracing every mole and curve. You wanted him closer to you, and you wanted his scent to mix with your own so it would never leave you.

You wanted to…you wanted to kiss him.

I want to kiss him, you thought. I want to kiss my best friend, and I want him to kiss me back. I want to sit in this car under these perfect stars and kiss and never stop.

Gods.

“Y/N,” Leo whispered, ever so slightly moving his head towards yours, making his scent and his presence and soft hair his stupid, perfect lips even more prevalent.

But your anxiety once again found a reason to muck everything up.

“I’m tired Leo,” you said kindly, and leaned back into your seat.

“Let’s go home.”

Leo stayed leaning forward, shock and maybe a hint of disappointment still obvious on his features, before leaning back into his own seat and clearing his throat.

“Right,” he said, and placed his hands on the wheel.

“Home.”

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Leo continued the drive in silence, and you continued to roll your necklace around your fingertips, deep in thought.

You felt like waking up from a fog, and the heaviness of what Leo had been doing for you the entire night was starting to weigh on your shoulders. The silence surrounding you was only making it worse.

How could you have been so blind? Leo had taken you all the way out to this party, and he was completely open to leaving even in the first few minutes. He had looked at you with so much acceptance throughout the entire evening, and never judged you. Not once. He was a perfect gentleman, but still treated you as a person. As a woman.

He bought you coffee, your favorite kind, and shared with you personal details about his mom and his childhood that not even his own friends knew about. He brought you, only you, out to see his favorite stars in the pitch black, and even made you a necklace out of them.

He was revealing more and more to you as your relationship continued, and you felt blind and stupid. Waves and waves of realization continued to flow over you throughout the entire way home, and even a glance at Leo’s face made your cheeks heat up.

You looked down and smiled at your necklace, and Leo chuckled beside you.

“What is that smile for?” he asked with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you said. “Nothing at all.”

Leo finally pulled up into your driveway, and walked you up to your doorstep.

“Thank you Leo,” you said. “For everything.”

“Sure thing my lady,” he said with a laugh “Anything for you.”

He smiled at you, his eyes glowing slightly in the moonlight, and took a deep breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you feel like. I’ll be there.”

He looked you up and down and turned to walk away, sticking his hands in his pockets, and it was one of those moments that happened in slow-motion. Some instinct inside of you knew that it was now or never, and you weren’t going to let a boy like that just walk away from you. Not after everything that you knew now.

“Wait,” you said, and he turned around on his heel to face you again.

He didn’t even get a chance to ask you what was up. You jogged down your cement stairs, pulled him in by his collar, and pressed your lips to his. A breath escaped his nose in shock, and his eyes widened at the feeling, but they slowly fluttered shut, and he returned the pressure.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and delicately placed his hands on your face, pulling you in closer as gently as he could. The feeling of your skin against his hands was addicting, and he could have sworn smoke was coming out of his ears.

You were kissing him. He was kissing you.

You were kissing him.

A small whine escaped both of your lips when you forced yourself to pull away, and the street lights framed both of your faces beautifully. You pecked his nose, then pecked both of his burning hot cheeks, unable to keep your lips away from him.

His eyes looked drunk on the feeling of you, and you giggled a bit before finally speaking.

“Was that ok?”

He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Uh…yes!” he said. “Gods I didn’t want to stop.”

You looked down in a blush, and he used his pointer finger to move your chin back up.

“I was just too much of a wimp to try it earlier,” he said, and pecked your lips for a few more seconds. Even the faintest touch from him made your eyes roll back into your head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered into his lips. “And the day after that, and the day after that-”

“Yes!” he said, and fist bumped the air.

“I’ll see ya then!” he said, and sprinted back to his car, skipping and jumping as he did so.

You laughed so hard tears came to your eyes.

Happy tears.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

This was real. You and Leo were actually dating. It wasn’t some fantasy, or something you longed for every time you saw him.

It was real.

And to say you two were attached at the hip would have been an understatement. It got so bad that you ended up having what Leo called “sleepovers” at each other’s houses almost every night, no matter if it was a weekend or a weeknight, and all of your friends invited you places together. They knew that one way or another, you would show up together anyways.

You were so…happy.

Your favorite nights to have sleepovers were the weekends though. You two were able to stay up as late as you wanted, talking about everything and anything until the early hours of the morning, and you didn’t even wake up until 11 or 12. Leo always let you borrow his shirts, and he always insisted on having his arms around you in some way or another as you fell asleep.

“Is it a crime to want to touch my girlfriend in my own bed?” he would ask every time you teased him, and you would laugh and kiss him passionately.

One of your favorite parts though, was that he vowed to make you breakfast every time you stayed. He would always make your favorite toast and eggs, along with warm coffee and usually some sort of fruit as a side.

You would wake up in his incredibly comfortable bed with his “Cabin 9 Hephaestus” shirt on, and you would feel around for his body to cuddle into him. You would smell the warm toast and hear the sizzling eggs, and a huge smile would come to your face every time.

You would yawn and stretch your muscles, and make your way down into his kitchen. His naked torso would be revealed in all its glory, and he would be facing away from you, cooking away. His back was beautifully toned, and his darker skin tone was just beautiful.

You didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.

“Morning,” you said on one specific Sunday, and he turned around with his bright smile.

“Morning amor,” he said. “I made your favorites.”

“Of course you did,” you said, and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“What can i say, I keep my word don’t I?”

“Yes Leo,” you said and squished your cheek into his arm. “You always do.”

He turned around and kissed the top of your head, before shooing you back to the dining room table.

“Go on and sit down,” he laughed. “I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed and sat, letting him place your numerous plates and coffee cup in front of you.

“Gods this smells good,” you said, and he pecked your cheek before sitting down.

“Bon Appetite,” he said, and you began to eat your breakfast.

“You ate right?” you asked him before taking a sip of your drink.

“I did. Just over twenty minutes ago.”

“Good,” you responded, and continued eating.

Leo rested his head on his hand and took in the sight of you. A light smile was plastered on your face every time he cooked you something, and seeing you in his shirt warmed him from the inside out. He could stare at you for hours, and he definitely did the night before.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked him.

“No, no,” he said and took your free hand in his. “I just love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded instantly, and he kissed the top of your hand.

“So,” he asked you after a few more moments. “Any uh…any trouble sleeping?”

You knew exactly what he was asking. He was asking about the frequent nightmares you would get from your time as a demigod at Camp Half Blood. They caused your whole body to shake and convulse, and sometimes even scream. Leo would get very similar ones.

But luckily… those nightmares became few and far between ever since you had Leo beside you.

“No,” you responded. “None.”

“Me neither,” he said, and that mutual understanding that started months ago at the house party passed between you two once more. You both knew it was because of the other that the nightmares began to fade away, and even if they did make a rare appearance, the both of you were there for each other through every moment.

Always.

Your fears and ghosts that haunted you at night had finally disappeared.

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

During one specific sleepover, the conversation of what you wanted for your individual futures was discussed more so than it had been in the past. Your hopes and dreams began pouring out of you, and Leo listened to you as intently as always.

Career plans, future apartments, and dogs were the main contenders.

“I just…” you began after a while. “I just love cities. I love the hustle and bustle, and I love looking out the window and seeing all the people. Every one of them has individual lives and individual destinations, and even individual worries! It makes me feel so…small. Not in a bad way, but it just makes me think of the huge puzzle that everyone in the world makes up, and how I’m just one small piece of it. It really puts things in perspective, and it makes me realize what is actually important to me in my life.”

You look back at Leo, and see a very unique look on his face. It wasn’t pain or discomfort, but his eyes had furrowed, and his jaw was tense. It looked as if he was holding back a cry.

“Leo?” you asked, and concern coated your voice. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

He took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared on his mouth.

“I…” he began, emotion prevalent in his voice. “I can’t wait for you. I can’t want to watch you.”

Your heart quickened, and you found it increasingly difficult to get a whole breath of air into your lungs.

“You mean…you mean you’d come with me? You want that too?”

“Y/N,” he said and held your hands to his face. “I’d follow you anywhere. You’re my best friend.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears escape, and you felt him tap his finger on the top of your right hand three times.

I. Love. You.

“Oh Leo,” you said, and the both of you were crying now. “I love you too.”

You pulled him into a proper kiss, and you refused to let his lips leave yours for several minutes. You ran your hands over each other’s bodies, trying to get the other as close as possible. Your bodies fell into their natural rhythms, and you felt the love and sincerity from him in every touch of his skin against yours.

It wasn’t about huge love confessions anymore, or huge shows to prove just how much you cared about the other.

All you needed was Leo’s small touch and kind words, and you knew he was in love.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Those dreams of moving to a city? They actually came true. And Leo followed you every step of the way, through every trial, and every happy moment. He held you when you cried out of frustration, but he was also there through every scream of joy.

He was there to carry you through all of it, and you carried him as well.

Thank the gods.

The only downside of your life was that you and Leo were forced to work on opposite sides of the city. That meant that dropping off a coffee for him every morning or meeting up for lunch was near impossible. Your friends would talk about meeting up with their partners, and your heart always sank a bit whenever they mentioned it. You wanted nothing more than to just eat with Leo for a few extra minutes every day, and it made you jealous that other people got to spend more time with him than you could.

You and Leo were having a nice conversation on the couch one day about your work schedules when you confronted him with these feelings. You said that you missed him throughout the day, and it made you sad that there was no way to see each other due to your different careers.

“You know,” he began, “I feel the same way.”

You smiled at him sadly, and looked at your feet to try and think of some sort of solution.

“I miss you so much,” he said. “I miss you so much that I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

He said that with a laugh, but you were caught a bit off guard with the word “secret.”

“What do you mean?” you asked with a laugh, and he combed some hair away from your face.

“Remember when we spent the night together for the first time?”

“Yeah,” you said, and the sweet memories of that night forced a smile onto your face. “That feels like yesterday.”

“We took a selfie right before we fell asleep,” he said. “You were laying on my chest, all tucked in and warm, and I had my arm wrapped around you.”

You nodded at him, silently asking him to continue.

“Well, I printed out that picture after the first week of my job,” he said. “And I’ve kept that picture framed in my office ever since.”

You looked into his eyes, and you felt tears cloud your own vision. You realized in that moment why poets and authors spend so many pages and write so many stanzas trying to describe how love feels. You understood why so many gods had gone to war with one another, even against their own brothers, in the name of love.

Because this…this feeling…

…it was absolutely indescribable.

You are in love, true love

You are in love

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pairings ! robby keene x reader

notes ! for you nadeen @rinniezz  😞 

warnings ! fluff so sweet you’ll cry 😢 

— ★  robby…….. is obsessed with you tbh

— ★  mans can’t get enough 😒 

— ★  he always has to be around you in some way

— ★ like if he’s at miyagi-fang doing his karate shit YOURE THERE TO WATCH HIM

— ★ you’re like his motivation tbh

“y/n, are u gonna come to my karate today”

“sorry robby i can’t :(“

“ok.”

— ★ MANS BECAME SO UNMOTIVATED 

— ★ you guys kiss………… a lot. 

— ★ hes a 8/10 pda lover

— ★ mans will SMACK YOUR ASS in public (only at the right time tho 😢)

“ROBBY WE’RE IN THE PARK”

“and?”

— ★ protects u with everything 

— ★ he won’t let NOBODY touch you

— ★ if you DO do karate, he’ll be less protective 

— ★ if u DONT do karate, man’s will do anything to keep u safe, but like 10x more than if u do

— ★ hes not possessive just protective

— ★ always smiling with you

— ★ vents to u about his dad (before they were good)

— ★  the first time he said ‘IT’ he wanted everything to be perfect

— ★ he set up a picnic on the 4 of july to watch fireworks

— ★ tried to make the food for the picnic

— ★ FAILED MISERABLY

“robby what’s this supposed to be?”

“that’s a turkey sandwich, love”

“THATS TURKEY?”

— ★ you two ended up getting mcdonald’s lmfao

— ★ when the fireworks finally ended he just put it out there

“i love you, y/n”

“robby since when were u so sappy?”

“oh”

“joking, i love u too btw”

— ★ if your friends with his friends ots all perfect

— ★ tory has a problem with u 😔 

— ★ he DEFINITELY gets jealous

— ★ like he trusts you but….. he don’t trust nb else

“who the hell was that? the dude u were hugging.”

“robby that was my brother”

“oh….. nvm 😜”

— ★ he always admits his mistakes

— ★ it may take him some time to do so though

— ★ hes the worst person to try and play jokes on

— ★ knows what ur thinking BEFORE YOU EBEN THINK IT

“ROBBY. w—“

“don’t even think about it, y/n”

— ★ he calls you ‘love’, ‘babe’, ‘pretty/pretty girl’ and ‘my girl’

— ★ his hugs are SO WARM

— ★ mf is like a personal heater

— ★ if you ever on ur period, man is AT UR SIDE IMMEDIATELY 

— ★ cramps? a heating pad suddenly teleported to your stomach and your being spooned by him.

— ★ hes just perfect tbh, 10/10 boyfriend

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⌲;꒰ Favorite boy in the Valley ꒱

Pairing - Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Eli's doubting your relationship so you have to confirm some things for him.

Includings - S1!Eli no Hawk, insecurities, crying, embarrassed and blushing Eli, lots of kisses, words of affirmation, small bits of angst, a bunch of fluff

An - First post back with a new fixation! All tags used are fandoms I write for so feel free to request anything

And if anybodys interested I'm currently writing a Scream Au!Cobra Kai on quotev under the same name I use on here

Eli had been a bit off lately and it was starting to worry you.

Eli was generally a quiet person, he had been that way since you met him and he still was. But even given his quiet nature if there was a topic he was interested in and the right people were talking about it he would add in an opinion or two.

And he would be more than happy to rant to you of all people about a new series he had started up or to talk about one of the movies you recommended to him so that the two of you could gush about it and share opinions, but recently he had been a lot quieter.

You shut your locker, smiling over at the dirty blonde. "So, have you watched clueless yet? The fashion in that is-"

"Uh..no, sorry. I was...uhm...busy." He interrupted, staring down at his feet at the lie he told, he watched it twice and wanted nothing more than to go on and on about it.

You rose a brow, head tilting slightly as you stared at him with a look that almost made him call his bluff. "Busy?"

He just nodded quietly.

Then about a week ago, when you asked him if he wanted to come over after school to do a Marvel marathon he had quickly declined, saying that he had other plans and before you could ask what those plans were he went to go talk to Demetri.

He would usually walk you to class, everybody saying that wherever you were he had to be somewhere close by but recently as you waited outside your classroom for him he would be nowhere to found and that made your heart sink a little bit.

"Hey, you weren't outside my English class to walk me to culinary today." You frowned, setting your lunch tray next to his and taking your seat. "I wanted to tell you that I aced my essay..."

Eli glanced over at you and moved his nail from between his teeth. A nasty habit you had been trying to get him to stop doing for months and you were real close until he started becoming distant.

"I was just...just rushing to get to Chemistry. I had a really important test and wanted to get some extra study time in." He explained and you slowly nodded, deciding not to bring up the fact that his test was tomorrow.

He also stopped holding your hand, the first thing he could make the first move on, something he could confidently do if he was feeling nervous or just wanted to touch you. Normally he would hold it as he walked you to your classes or even when the two of you were sitting together at lunch but he started to pull his hand away or shove it into his pocket.

And what really got you was when he started denying your kisses. At first you thought it would just be by accident or he didn't want a kiss at the moment since he was still getting comfortable with PDA but you soon realized that he was dodging your kisses, tilting and moving his head when you leaned in.

It was all really confusing. You didn't understand why he was acting like this and it left you wondering if you had did something wrong. Maybe you had done something that made him upset with you?

You sighed, leaning onto Demetri's shoulder. "Its like when we first met all over again, Dem. He's just been so distant and I don't know whats the matter. Has he been acting different with you?"

"No, he hasnt." Demetri bluntly answered, shaking his head while his eyes stayed focused on the homework you let out a long sigh. "Then it's me, I have to be the problem."

The brunette sighed, putting his pencil down and turning his head to look at you, nearly giving you a death glare. "Look, you just need to talk to him, alright? He's probably going through another one of his slumps and needs some reassurance."

You had groaned, rubbing your hand along your face. "Of course, why hadn't you thought of that before? "Thanks, Dem! You're so good at giving advice, can't believe I didn't think that. God I'm dumb sometimes."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know I am and I know you are. Now, can we please finish our homework now that you're done moping?"

"[Y/n], Eli didn't tell me you were coming."

You smiled up at his mother as you held a new copy of the comic book Eli had ranted about a while ago along with a bag of some of his favorite snacks. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise him."

"Well he's upstairs in his room." She hummed, closing the door behind you as you walked up the stairs and down the hall to the boy's room, lifting your knuckles up to knock on the door.

There was a bit of shuffling before the door opened and Eli's eyes were wide with surprise upon seeing you. "[Y/n]? What..What are you doing here?"

"I just really need to talk to you. Can I come in, please?"

He seemed hesitant at first before reluctantly nodded and opened his door all the way. You set the things you brought for him on the table then walked over to sit across from him on his bed.

You looked at him, staring into his eyes as you reached out to grab his hand and rubbed your thumb over the back of it. "Eli, talk to me. What's the matter? What's going on?"

"It's nothing-" He started but you weren't buying it, obviously. "Eli we both know that's a lie. You haven't really been yourself lately and I just need to know why. I'm here for you. Is it something that I've done or anything I can fix?"

"Unless you can fix me being a freak, no, you can't."

Your face softened as you held onto his hand a little tighter. "Eli, you're not-"

He shook his head, pulling his hands away from yours. "No! Don't. Don't say that! I don't wanna hear this whole 'you're not a freak' talk again I'm so sick of it!"

The way his voice started to crack made your heart sink as you saw that his eyes were starting to water, fresh tears threatening to spill.

"Kyler said something that...that just really got me thinking. Saying that he didn't know how a girl like...like you gave a nerd with a weird lip...lip a chance." Eli swallowed the lump starting in his throat because he was going to start crying rethinking of the conversation.

"He started talking about how much better you could've done. Better like somebody like...like him." He sniffled, his fingers brushing against his scar as he looked everywhere but you when he spoke.

"And then I started to think he was...was right. You could do so much better than some nerd with a freaky l..lip." His voice wobbled as he stared down at his bedsheets.

"Eli. Eli, look at me." While the boy shook his head you reached up to grab the sides of his face, wiping away the tears with your thumbs that were starting to fall down his cheeks.

You sighed, frowning softly. "Look, I don't care what anybody else says, okay? Kyler was wrong because there's no better choice. I mean, is there any other boy at school who would listen to my constant complaining about Mrs.Carter?"

Eli had stayed quiet as you continued. "Would any other boy let me ramble about [f/superhero] and not call me a nerd?"

Silence.

You weren't done though. "Would some jerk like Kyler deal with my long shopping trips and help me carry all my bags around?"

Continuing you had smiled softly up at him. "Oh and I'm one hundred percent sure none of those guys would watch silly chick flicks with me and actually like them."

He shrugged his shoulders and you smiled, pressing your lips against the his cheek in a short yet sweet kiss and he winced, feeling the stickiness from your lipgloss. "And no other boy here is as breathtaking as you."

Your smile grew more as you saw the tips of his ears turning pink and he turned his head away slightly, looking up and away at his ceiling. "[Y/n].."

"I'm serious, Eli. You're so very pretty. I love and adore everything about you."

He avoided eye contact with you, trying to pull his face from your hands but you only hummed while pressing kisses all over his face and leaving shiny kiss marks along it.

"Your eyes alone just make me melt, y'know? I'm real jealous of how your lashes look better than mine." You giggled, placing a kiss right above his brow.

"[Y/n], stop..." He mumbled, his cheeks now being a color that would put any blush set to shame and you shook your head.

"You have a beautiful nose. I love staring at your side profile, it's just perfect." You complimented, kissing the bridge of his nose before your eyes trailed down.

You reached up, tracing your finger along the scar. "And like I've said before I love your scar. I could kiss you a million times and never get grossed out by it.

At that you leaned forward, pressing your lips right against his scar and you could feel his hands squeezing at the bottom of your shirt, fists squeezing tightly around the fabric before you moved down and captured his slightly chapped lips with your own. While you leaned into the kiss you could feel Eli's grip slowly lighten as he leaned into the kiss.

Eli was a burning mess in a the face when you kissed his scar, closing his eyes at the feeling while holding tightly onto your shirt as if you would go anywhere. Feeling you place felt your soft lips on his own partially chapped ones he was like putty in your hands, practically liquefying.

When you pulled away you giggled at the residue of gloss that came from your lips and that was now all over Eli's face and his own lips, smiling as the boy rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, his shoulders rising and falling while he panted softly.

"So no, there's no boy in this valley I'd rather be with." You confirmed, wrapping your arms and he laid back allowing you to lay your head against his chest, finding a sort of comfort listening to his heartbeat.

You hummed softly, reaching a hand up to play with the tuffs of his hair and the two of you laid there in comfortable silence and you peered up to stare at him to see that he was already staring at you.

"You...You really mean it? All that stuff you said earlier?" He questioned, his voice coming off as a whisper and you lifted your head up.

You sat up on his lap, furrowing your brows at him while staring at him with an incredulous expression. "Do I need to repeat myself? Kisses and all?"

"I...I don't know...I don't think I really got it." Eli gave a sheepish smile, messing with the hem of your shirt."

"Maybe...uhm...a couple more kisses and it might click?" He quietly suggested and stared up at you through his eyelashes, his lips parting a bit.

And how could you say no to such a pretty face like that?

Kayla, showing a new Apollo camper around the cabin while Will is on duty in the infirmary:

...so this is your bed over here-

*pats bed*

-make yourself at home, and this-

*pats Nico's head, who is dozing on a beanbag*

-this is our pet Spawn of Satan, but don't worry! Will has had him de-clawed-

Nico, without moving: I'll kill you Kayla, I swear to god.

Kayla: -but he's still working on socialising him.

Nico: They'll never find the body Kayla, I'm dead serious. I know places.

Camper: ....man you guys are weird

Robby❤️

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings? Fighting!

Misunderstood

Almost all of your teen years your kindness would get misunderstood for flirting. It was kind of annoying, especially now since you have a beautiful and loving boyfriend. Robby Keene.

Robby didn't jump to conclusions and he knew your kindness towards others could come off as flirting so he never worried about it, or thought he felt like he shouldn't have worried about it.

After all he trusted you with every ounce in his body, he gave the last little bit of trust he had in him all to you.

He knew you would never hurt him, at least not intentionally. Though he couldn't stop the thoughts that would flow around this mind 'she's to good for me' or 'I'm just a loser compared to her'.

He had never told you that he felt like this sometimes in fear of possible rejection of his feelings though he knew you would never do that, he just couldn't help but let his negative thoughts overflow his mind.

Recently you had been spending more time with Miguel, mostly helping him with his homework. Now Robby never said anything about it because it didn't bother him until,

Sam said something to Robby about how much time you and Miguel were spending together.

"I'm just saying it looks a little like they both are getting to lovey-dovey" Sam says to Robby as she fixes the strap to her backpack.

Robby wasn't fazed he knew you were just being kind and helping a friend out even if his insecurities were starting to creep onto him thinking 'what if?'

"She's just helping a friend in need, There's no wrong in that" Robby replied deafeningly.

Until he saw both you and Miguel hugging each other as you laugh at something Miguel had said.

Normally it wouldn't bother him, he would just go up to you and wrap an arm around your waist, giving you a gentle loving peck on your lips before sparking a conversation between you three.

But today it was different, Robby felt.... Jealous and his insecurities were starting to show as his pupils dilate from sadness.

He knew not to jump to conclusions but he simply couldn't help it, with everything and everyone letting him down in his past he couldn't help but think....maybe you would to?

It hurt Robby to even think like that, imagine if he said that to you. The hurt look you would probably give, but he couldn't stop the horrible thoughts.

Sighing deeply as he starts to feel his heart shatter he walks away from Sam not even bothering to say good bye or go up to you. He just wanted to be alone to think, but most importantly he wanted you, he wanted you to hug him and tell him that he has nothing to worry about.

That it's all just his mind playing tricks on him, suddenly Kyler and his group of friends decided to ruffle up some drama.

Kyler smirked as he walked up to Robby "yo Robby, you need to keep an eye out on your girl. The last I heard she was giving a little something to Miguel if you know what I mean" He laughed along with his group of minions.

That was the final straw for Robby, he threw his book bag down as he lunged for Kyler punching him right in the face.

Normally Robby wouldn't fight someone over just talk, but he was talking about his girl like that.... making matters worse that Robby had started to get insecure which did not help what so ever.

  Hearing all the commotion in the hallways as the students circled around them being classic students and chanting 'fight' or recording.

  Both you and Miguel look at each other weirdly before running down the hallway making sure it wasn't anyone you knew fighting.

  After all Robby didn't do his usual today where you and Miguel would be talking and he would wrap his arms around your waist holding you lovingly.

  Pushing through the crowed of cheering students you finally get up front to see Robby and Kyler fighting.

  Kyler bringing Robby down on the ground trying to get on top of Robby until he flips them over, punch after punch.

  "Robby!" You yell running towards him not caring if you got hurt.

  "Y/n!" Miguel yells trying to go after you only to have students pull him back.

  "Baby, stop!" You yell over the loud cheering in the hallways, grabbing Robbys waist and pulling him off Kyler.

  You may be small but you did karate along with Robby for self defense so you know how to handle yourself. Robby's chest heaving up and down as he try's to calm down.

  Not wanting Robby to get in trouble after Robby catches his breath you grab his hand and tug him towards an old empty classroom but not before grabbing Robby's back pack on the way out.

  You didn't understand what started the fight but you knew Robby wouldn't get in a fight over nothing.

  Robby's body wouldn't calm down, still in the process of adrenaline. "Hey, Robby do you mind telling me what happened?" You ask softly, not wanting to startle him.

  Robby does nothing but pulls you into a much needed hug, tears flowing out of his eyes. "Robby...." you say soothingly rubbing his back as you hug back with the same amount of affection.

  Deciding not to pester you hug in silence rocking him back and forth, waiting patiently for him to tell you what happened.

  Sniffling, Robby pulls away from the hug avoiding your gaze. Deciding to make a move, you grab his cheek gently moving him to look at you.

  Eye contact was enough for Robby to break, "I'm sorry y/n, I seen you with Miguel and you looked so happy together, you were hugging and happy....I- I just felt I wasn't good enough-" he takes a deep breath "-and then Kyler said something that made my jealousy and insecurities flow.... so I- I struck first" Robby says guiltily.

  "Robby.... you know I would never hurt you, us. I could never hurt what we have because I love you-" you stop had saying the 'L' word for the first time as Robbys eyes widen "-we have so much greater and I wouldn't destroy nor change it for anything" You finish with a smile as your heart flutters, finally admitting you're true feelings.

  "I love you Y/n-" Robby says grabbing your hands, holding them together "-and I kind of want a hug please" he says with a shy smile.

  Your smile never fades as you pull Robby closer "anytime" you say as hearts fill your eyes and butterfly fill your chest.

  You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him into a hug, but gently placing your lips on his giving him a gentle and reassuring kiss that you were staying.

  Miguel busts into the room "oh sorry guys-" he says embarrassed causing you and Robby to pull away from the kiss, turning both of your attention to him "-I was looking for you guys but I didn't know baby's were being made in the process" He teases.

  Robby chuckles as you do the same "okay-" Miguel says awkwardly "-okay I'll just go- but uh th- never mind" He says as he goes to walk out the classroom only to bump his head into the metal door.

  "Ow!" He says holding onto his head before walking back out into the hallway, closing the door.

  Both you and Robby look at each other and bust out into small giggles "what a weirdo" Robby playfully says.

  "Now, where were we" you say pulling Robby closer pushing him against a wall gently.

  "Well it looks like we're about to find out"

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Thank you @imaginebygrace for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!

Leo: So how's the prettiest person at Camp Half-Blood doing?

Y/n: I don't know Repair Boy, how are you?

Leo: *With tears in his eyes* I-I'm f-fine

you as robby keenes girlfriend (idea from @hqkalon )

## — “𝐈 𝐋*𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔”

pairings ! robby keene x reader

notes ! for you nadeen @rinniezz  😞 

warnings ! fluff so sweet you’ll cry 😢 

— ★  robby…….. is obsessed with you tbh

— ★  mans can’t get enough 😒 

— ★  he always has to be around you in some way

— ★ like if he’s at miyagi-fang doing his karate shit YOURE THERE TO WATCH HIM

— ★ you’re like his motivation tbh

“y/n, are u gonna come to my karate today”

“sorry robby i can’t :(“

“ok.”

— ★ MANS BECAME SO UNMOTIVATED 

— ★ you guys kiss………… a lot. 

— ★ hes a 8/10 pda lover

— ★ mans will SMACK YOUR ASS in public (only at the right time tho 😢)

“ROBBY WE’RE IN THE PARK”

“and?”

— ★ protects u with everything 

— ★ he won’t let NOBODY touch you

— ★ if you DO do karate, he’ll be less protective 

— ★ if u DONT do karate, man’s will do anything to keep u safe, but like 10x more than if u do

— ★ hes not possessive just protective

— ★ always smiling with you

— ★ vents to u about his dad (before they were good)

— ★  the first time he said ‘IT’ he wanted everything to be perfect

— ★ he set up a picnic on the 4 of july to watch fireworks

— ★ tried to make the food for the picnic

— ★ FAILED MISERABLY

“robby what’s this supposed to be?”

“that’s a turkey sandwich, love”

“THATS TURKEY?”

— ★ you two ended up getting mcdonald’s lmfao

— ★ when the fireworks finally ended he just put it out there

“i love you, y/n”

“robby since when were u so sappy?”

“oh”

“joking, i love u too btw”

— ★ if your friends with his friends ots all perfect

— ★ tory has a problem with u 😔 

— ★ he DEFINITELY gets jealous

— ★ like he trusts you but….. he don’t trust nb else

“who the hell was that? the dude u were hugging.”

“robby that was my brother”

“oh….. nvm 😜”

— ★ he always admits his mistakes

— ★ it may take him some time to do so though

— ★ hes the worst person to try and play jokes on

— ★ knows what ur thinking BEFORE YOU EBEN THINK IT

“ROBBY. w—“

“don’t even think about it, y/n”

— ★ he calls you ‘love’, ‘babe’, ‘pretty/pretty girl’ and ‘my girl’

— ★ his hugs are SO WARM

— ★ mf is like a personal heater

— ★ if you ever on ur period, man is AT UR SIDE IMMEDIATELY 

— ★ cramps? a heating pad suddenly teleported to your stomach and your being spooned by him.

— ★ hes just perfect tbh, 10/10 boyfriend

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

Obligatory battle of the labyrinth kiss scene

Bonus:

this actually made me cry😭 it's so damn good

heyy! i have a request that is kinda similar to affection which btw is my all time fav eddie angsty fic! anyways feel free to drop it cause you’ve already kinda written it. eddie and reader have been dating and their relationship is still fairly new and one night when they’re hanging out with everyone the reader overhears eddie telling everyone she’s clingy. thank you so much bby for all the amazing works you’ve shared with us 🤍🤍

Thank you so much!

"affection" is one of my favorites as well

I think I can change it enough where it won't sound the same!

Eddie wasn't huge on public displays of affection. In fact, he hated it. He hated someone constantly tugging on his arm. He didn't like to be hugged in front of a group. He refused to kiss in front of anyone. He only wanted affection in private.

Y/N never knew that. She thought showing each other off was adorable. She loved to be touched and to touch others. Her body physically couldn't handle being left alone. She needed reassurance of someone being there

So when she began to date Eddie, she didn't think twice about it. Easily sliding her hand into his as they walked through the hallways. Pecking his cheek before she ran off to class. She played with his hair when she sat behind him in class. Rubbing his leg with her foot during hellfire. She adored touching her boyfriend and she didn't think once that he didn't like it.

She always wanted to hangout with him. Her life at home was lonely and she didn't like to be left there. Always running over to Eddie's right after school and staying until she had to leave for bed. He never said a word, so how was she supposed to know?

Eddie tried very hard to never snap at her. They've been dating for two months and he was going insane. But the relationship was new, she was in the puppy love stage. Surely she'd get over that.

Then two months turned into four. And she was still clinging on to him. He knew she needed to feel a body against hers. Even before they dated she always hooked on to someone nearby. And now since he was her boyfriend, he was the default.

And maybe he was an ass for talking behind her back. A grade A asshole for telling his friends she was so damn clingy but he needed it off of his chest.

~~

"she's just so clingy and I feel like I can't breathe. She's at my house every day for hours. I haven't had a moment alone in months. She's holding my hand, cuddling me, and kissing me in front of everyone. I don't know, I just feel like that stuff is for us when we are alone"

She was behind the wall, getting back from the bathroom. Heart cracking and insecurity flooded her body as her boyfriend told their friends she was clingy.

She knew she was, she just didn't see it as a bad thing. She'd love it if someone wanted to cling on to her. It would make her feel loved and appreciated. She wasn't hurt by being called clingy. She was hurt that he never bothered to tell her for the last four months that she was suffocating him.

She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat. It's fine, she'll just talk to him one on one when they left Steve's.

She smiled as she entered the room. Now she knew why the room got silent. Steve and Robin threw her pity looks but she shrugged it off. She sat next to Eddie, not on his lap like she was before. When he breathed a sigh of relief, her body stung. But she shrugged it off.

~~

When he parked in her driveway to drop her off she spoke up. She wasn't going to let this eat her alive for his benefit.

"why didn't you tell me I was too much for you?" She asked, turning her head to look at him.

He clenched his eyes and sighed.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that" he admitted.

"I know but I would have understood. I'm a big girl, I think I can handle giving you some space when you need it" she wasn't angry and she wasn't hurt anymore.

"I know, it was a dick move" he confessed

"let's work on it together. I'll try to hold back and the days I forget, just tell me when it's too much okay?"

He felt even worse. She smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. She pecked his cheek and skipped into her house.

She was sweet, a ball of sunshine and he felt like the damn rain cloud.

~~

It was weird at first for her. She wasn't sure what things made Eddie feel suffocated so she slowly learned.

When she walked in the halls next to Eddie and Robin, she went to lace her fingers with his. Slightly touching his fingertips. Feeling a small kick in the gut when his hand went into his pocket. Still ranting about a story on his mind. Robin watched as her cheeks flushed embarrassed and took her hand away. Robin didn't understand why Eddie hated the affection. It was his fucking girlfriend for god sakes.

But Robin was a good friend. Easily slipping her hand into Y/N's free one. Y/N smiled at the feeling, giving Robin a grateful look. Y/N giggled as Robin swung their connected hands forward and backwards. Robin smiled hearing her laugh.

Eddie noticed the girls next to him were no longer listening to his story. Watching his girlfriend giggle and smile brightly as Robin swung their arms around. He ignored the upset feeling in his stomach and continued to walk beside them. Easily becoming the third wheel.

~~

Movie night at Steve's was the next thing she had to learn.

She crawled right next to Eddie, as she always did. Throwing a blanket over them as she squeezed under his arm. Her arm wrapping around him and head resting on his shoulder. Feeling his body tense, she quickly apologized

"sorry eds" she said quietly, giving him a defeated look as she sat up straighter, pulling her body away from his. She knew she told him she'd work on it for him, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.

He gave her a small smile and threw his arm over the couch. Sitting comfortably without a care in the world.

Steve's heart hurt watching as the girl cuddled into herself. Picking at her nails as she tried to keep her hands away from trailing to her boyfriend.

"Y/N, come here" Steve said, opening his arms with a smile on the other side of the couch. He knew she would not be able to rest without cuddling during a movie. And he wasn't going to let his friend be upset because her boyfriend was an asshole.

"okay!" She said excitedly. Yanking the blanket off of Eddie and scooting to the other side where Steve sat. Settling herself in his arms as he sat the blanket on them. Throwing his free arm on her shoulder as he pressed play to the movie.

Eddie glared at Steve's arms wrapped around his girlfriend. The spot next to him is now empty. Just because he didn't want to cuddle doesn't mean Steve should just be touching her all over. Jealousy settled in his veins. He couldn't remember one thing about the movie. Watching his girlfriend fall asleep on Steve's shoulder as she snuggled into him more and more.

~~

But when they were alone, he got her to himself. She realized Eddie only liked to be touched in the privacy of just them. Which was fine.

She kissed his face repeatedly as he laughed under her. Hands tickling her sides to get her off of him.

He smirked in victory when he landed on top of her. Kissing her slowly as she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair.

He didn't want to admit it, but he missed feeling her. They haven't spent a night alone in weeks. He hadn't kissed her this deeply in days. Hasn't felt her hands in his hair, her warmth transferring on to him.

She pulled away with a giggle. Kissing his nose as she moved from under him.

He watched as she put on her jacket.

Confused, he spoke out, "wait. Where are you going?" He sat up on his bed, hand reaching to grab hers

"it's almost 7 baby" she said it like he was supposed to understand what that meant

"and? You never leave that early"

"I know but I've been with you all day long. Now it's time for you to have your alone time, remember?" She said softly. Shaking her head and laughing quietly at her boyfriend's confused face.

She kissed his lips quick again as she walked out of bedroom

"see you in the morning!"

And the door slammed shut.

Eddie quickly realized he didn't want alone time tonight. He's been alone for fucking weeks it felt like.

~~

It was date night and Eddie was more excited than ever. He felt like his body was growing restless being away from her touch this long.

He sat next to her in the booth, one arm thrown over her shoulder and holding her hand as she reached up.

He kissed the side of her head as they waited for their food to arrive.

She was ranting about her day. Her free hand tracing shapes into his hand that rested on the table.

He hummed softly as he listened. His body felt like it was melting into hers. Her back against his chest. Her head is just below his chin. He forgot how nice it was to just hold her.

"Eddie! Y/N!" Robin announced as she dragged Steve over to the booth

"can we sit?"

Eddie went to say no but his sweet girlfriend already said yes.

He felt his body slump in the booth when she moved her body away. Unlacing their hands, scooting over to her side of the booth. No longer sharing one spot. She held her own hands as she greeted their friends.

Eddie hated how cold his body felt. But he asked for this. This was what he wanted. But now he was slowly learning he missed her clinginess. And he hates more than anything that he made her change who she was.

He watched her as she talked to their friends. Eddie kept moving his hand closer to her seat. Hoping that maybe she's been too caught him in talking and just hold it. Subconsciously touching him. But she did. She noticed his hand getting closer but figured she was the one moving. Quickly pulling herself further away. Sending him a small smile.

Eddie needed to fix this and do it fast

~~

Y/N and him were walking side by side towards their class. Ever since Eddie put his hand in his pocket that day, she kept hers tight on her books. But today she had none to carry. Eddie moved himself closer, ranting about hellfire. Bumping his shoulder into hers with a smile. She smiled back and was caught off guard when she felt his warm hand slip into hers. She felt him squeeze her hand a few times but kept his rant going. She smiled to herself and squeezed back.

~~

At the next movie night, she was heading to sit next to Steve when Eddie grabbed her by her waist. She squealed when he placed her on his lap, throwing a blanket over them. Tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her, tight.

She felt him kiss her head and told Steve to play the movie.

She smiled to herself and snuggled further into his arms.

Eddie smiled as she fell asleep, this time on him.

~~

When she came over to his house after school, he made sure she didn't feel the need to leave.

Moaning into her mouth as she sat on his lap. His tongue tasted her mouth as he held on to her hips.

She pulled away breathless, the excuse to leave on her tongue.

"don't go" he said first. Kissing down her neck.

"you don't want alone time?" She asked, pulling back to look at him fully

"I'm tired of alone time. I was wrong. I love you and I love when you cling to me. I love when you hold my hand, cuddle with me during movies, and when you stay all night long. I'm sorry for making you change. I should have changed. I miss you and I hate missing you when you are right here" he said quietly, still holding on her hips to make sure she didn't move. "alone time just reminds me how fucking good I had it before I fucked it up"

"Eddie, you didn't fuck up. It's okay to not like certain things. We are just opposite and that's fine" she smiled

"no baby no. The thing is the second you took it all away, I wanted it more than ever. I'm sorry and I'll keep saying it. You are perfect just the way you are. Please just stay a little longer"

She smiled down at him as he nudged his head into her chest. Inhaling her scent as he hugged her tighter

"okay Eddie, I'll stay"

Being in a new relationship was all about learning. Learning about the person you love but also learning about yourself. And Eddie learned he loved being touched, even in front of everyone.

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*yelling coming from the living room.*

Leo: Percy! Come here Percy! See what I mean!

Percy: No, I don’t see what you mean!

Annabeth: *stopping in the doorway where Piper and Nico are leaning against the doorframe eating popcorn. * What’s going on?

Piper: They’re fighting over whose name would make a better dogs name.

Annabeth: They’re what?

Percy: Leo is a much better name for a dog!

Leo: Sit, Percy.

Percy: I’m right.

Leo: Percy, drop it!

Percy: I’m going to hit you.

Leo: Staaaay! Percy, stay! See it’s a great name for a dog.

Percy: *chucking something across the room at Leo*

Nico: *from the doorway* Fetch Leo! Fetch!

Percy: Ah ha!

Nico: Percy’s right. Leo does work better.

Percy: Boom! Nico has spoken.

Leo: What about Nico for a dogs name.

Nico: No.

Percy: Nico’s a cat’s name.

Annabeth: Cat.

Piper: So a cat.

Nico: Suck it Valdez.

Frank: *entering the room* What’s going on?

Leo: What about Frank!

Frank: What?

Everyone: Come here, Frank! Good boy, Frank. Who’s a good dog! Good job, Frank.

Frank: I’m scared.

Awh<3

You Deserve the World

Hiccup x Reader (How to Train Your Dragon)

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It was late when Hiccup finally made it through the front door of your home. When the door shut behind him, he sighed deeply and shrugged off his fur cloak so that he could hang it on a chair in front of the fire. You could barely tell the cloak was brown—the snowstorm outside was raging, and Hiccup’s cloak was covered in tiny snowballs.

“Rough day?” you questioned sarcastically, leaning against the doorframe leading into your bedroom.

Hiccup kicked off his boot and sat it upright beside his cloak. “Not at all.”

His tone was flat, and you chuckled. Of course, it had been a bad day. Even with some of the dragons returning from the Hidden World, the heavy snow had been relentless over the past few days, and it was slowing Berk’s ability to function. The wind kept blowing out Gobber’s forge. Some of the food supply had frozen solid. And, naturally, with nearly four and a half feet of snow on the ground, getting around was a nightmare.

Hiccup had been left to deal with the issues. He was the chief, after all. You could tell he truly enjoyed the responsibility—he was kind, and fair, and brilliant, and always quick to come up with an answer for any situation. But you could tell this storm was testing him. He had bags under his eyes, and he developed a slight hand twitch when he had been sitting for too long. You hadn’t seen him so stressed out since the night before your wedding.

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Pls can you do a Jason Grace x Athena daughter? Like when he meets Annabeth in the book he says her eyes are scary (I read the book in other language, so forgive if it’s not in all books) and he find the reader eyes comforting, just a suggestion!! I would love any Jason content

scary? my god, you're divine

jason grace x athena!reader who has grey eyes

cw: a little bit of hurt/comfort? not proofread, wrote this with fem reader in mind but i dont think theres any specific pronouns (self projecting my singleness)

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It'd been a pleasant evening for both you and your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything else. You'd had a walk along the lake, followed by a nice rooftop picnic where you exchanged food, cuddles, and kisses.

Now, the both of you were in Jason's cabin, snuggled up in your matching pajamas, underneath the warm blankets. As the both of you whispered sweet nothings to each other, you couldn't squash the small, nagging thought at the back of your mind.

Earlier during the day, a few of the Aphrodite girls who were jealous of you and Jason's relationship had teased you about your grey eyes, comparing them to the blood-thirsty likeness of wolves. They'd gone on to question how anyone could ever see, let alone love, the "monster hiding behind those scary steel fortresses". You knew it was stupid but some part of you couldn't hold yourself back.

"Do you think my eyes are scary?" You asked timidly, facing Jason, fingers absentmindedly playing with his golden locks. Your sweet, sweet, adoring boyfriend half-opened his eyes sleepily and frowned.

"What do you mean? Who said that?"

"No- no one. Forget I asked," you sighed, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Just as you were about to pull away, Jason's hand captured yours, resting it against his cheek.

"Baby."

"Yeah?"

"You want to know what I think of your eyes?"

"Jason, it's fine. Forget it." You rolled over, back facing him. "Goodnight."

"Nuh-uh." He gently rolled you over so you were facing him once again and tucked a finger under you chin to tilt your head slightly. His eyes found yours before gently pressing a kiss to your nose.

"I think that your eyes are the prettiest, most gorgeous, most lovable eyes in the world. They make you look strong and powerful and beautiful and so, so smart. They're like the beginning and the end of thunderstorms, just like how you'll be my beginning and end. Whenever I feel like the world's going to end, all I have to do is look into your eyes and know that you'll always be there for me. They're not scary; they're the embodiment of you. And I love you, my wise, adorable, smart, caring, kind, funny -aww, wait don't cry."

Jason brought his face closer to yours, kissing away the silver tear tracks that were beginning to make their way down your face.

Sniffling, you asked, "So, my eyes aren't scary?"

"Scary?" Jason scoffed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Scary? My gods, your divine."

I've got plans, sorry | James potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: James is whipped. He adores his girlfriend so much, to the point that it starts to bother his friends. His reaction to a confrontation about it with his friends is to completely pull away from you, always finding new excuses to avoid you, leaving you to try and approach him. When you overhear him trying to be cool under peer pressure and say that you're too clingy, you also start pulling away, using the same excuses.

Notes: Angst with a happy ending probably, I love happy endings. Established relationship, For plot purposes, Sirius will start off as an arse

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James Potter found himself a girlfriend, and it wasn't Lily Evans.

The news spread around faster than the Nimbus 1000 could fly and had everyone do a double take when they saw James strutting around, your books in one arm, held to his broad chest. His other arm holding you close.

"Everyone's staring," you whispered to James. His only reaction seemed to be walking even straighter than before, chest puffed out in pride, ready to show you off. "It's because you're breathtakingly gorgeous of course," he winked at you and you stiffled a laugh, shaking your arm and flipping a uno reverse up at him. He grinned and accepted the card, stuffing it up his own sleeve.

He had put in so much effort to get you to notice him, he almost couldn't believe it when you had eventually admitted that you fancied him back.

"Not sure why they all seem so surprised though." If you didn't know better, you would say that he sounded offended. "I mean, I've been fighting for your affection for quite a while now, right, Darling?"

He looked down to you for affirmation. "Well," you began. "You still flirted a lot with Lily, so I do get their confusion." You shrugged.

James pulled you to a stop, spun you around and pressed his lips to yours in an overly dramatic way. It had you giggling in the kiss. When you pulled away, he pulled you back to his chest, bringing you in for a hug.

You grunted at the sudden impact from your own chest at the pile of books he still held in front of him and laughed. "Hey!" You exclaimed and pressed your arm to your sore chest. "Let me help you with that, darling," he quickly offered with a wide grin. You playfully rolled your eyes at his excitement and grabby hands and swatted them away in amusement. You let him press you closer to his side, and he turned his head to kiss the top of yours.

"I'll show them how in love I am with you," he sighed happily in your hair.

You came to a stop where you two had to part ways, having picked different courses. James returned your books to you, and you left a sweet peck on his cheek.

You both walked to your classes, but not before looking back, meeting each other's eyes, a smile and a wink thrown in each other's direction.

James was always around you and vice versa, spending a great deal of your time with the marauders. You'd already been on good terms with Sirius, by which you meant that he knew your name, your own parents on his parents' payroll. You knew Peter who was your partner for your muggle studies class, and you had been friends with Remus ever since he had been kind enough to share his ink, paper and extra quill for taking notes during your first class of transfiguration. You had severely underestimated how much writing you would have to do in class instead of, you know, transfiguring. So you had sort of just joined the marauders, not that they seemed to mind. Or so you thought.

You were in the library as usual like every Thursday evening and were currently waiting for James, who hadn't shown up yet. In the past two hours and 20 minutes that you'd been waiting for him, you had already finished tomorrow's homework, as well as next week's. You looked at the gigantic clock, displaying the time. 20 minutes past eight.

'A little longer,' you told yourself. "Give him another 40 minutes."

But James wasn't going to be showing up for you anytime soon. Instead, he was in the boys' dormitory with the rest of the marauders, downing alcohol, cheered on by Sirius, trying to prove that he still valued their friendship.

Because when Sirius had complained to him about being a simp and never hanging out with just the guys anymore, he hadn't paid it any mind. He figured that he and Sirius simply had a different mindset now he had a girlfriend while Sirius was still ever the player that he was known for being.

When Remus told him that they seemed to have lost their friend, his attention had finally been caught. And when even Peter told him that he agreed with Sirius and Remus that he was too whipped and acting embarrassingly clingy, he had been all ears.

He had to admit after all, that they were right. There was almost never a moment when James wasn't holding on to you. He basically hovered around you and called out on it, he felt incredibly embarrassed. So there he was, drinking and completely forgetting about his study date with you.

When you figured he wasn't going to be showing up, you made your way to your dorm as well. Hey, at least you were productive. "Where's you bodyguard, L/N," Someone called after you and you shrugged it off.

You enjoyed spending time with James and his friends. Not really having many friends of your own due to the fact that you were taking classes of a year above you with James.

Your birthday was in November, you see. That meant that despite being born in the same year as James, you had waited another year before receiving your owl, not having been 11 yet the year before.

You had bought your books anyway and studied by yourself every evening after muggle school, your father teaching you during the weekends, all out of pure spite at the clearly flawed system.

After proving to be rather proficient during the first semester, you had been given the opportunity to get extra classes on the matter of the second years and moved to take classes with the second years during your second semester.

The cons of that, however, meant not really having any friends. You didn't share classes with your fellow dorm mates. You didn't share a dormitory with your fellow classmates.

So you enjoyed being with James, even if some people told you that you must surely find him too overbearing. This is why the fact that James was suddenly going out of his way to avoid you, hurt, simply put. Your eyes flashed with confusion, and a frown settled upon your face. You wondered if you'd upset him somehow.

"James!" You called out, making your way up to him. You tried not to sigh out loud at the relief that he had actually stopped and turned around to face you. "Hey stranger," you awkwardly laughed with a mini wave. James shifted uncomfortably. He wanted to come in for a kiss, really. But he also knew that Sirius and Remus were waiting for him. He looked back and saw them wave him over.

"Uh, it's Thursday." You managed to say, noticeably quieter than before. You had seen him look around and you wondered. 'Was he embarrassed by you?'

James definitely knew what you were implying but chose to play dumb anyway.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, uh, are you- do you want to join me in the library tonight?" Because you didn't show up last week and haven't mentioned it at all. You didn't say that last part, but James knew what you meant.

"I've got plans, sorry," he breathed out, instantly wanting to bash his head against a wall. 'Coward,' he thought. Though his friends, and mainly Sirius had made fun of him when he was with you, he didn't have to outright lie to you.

He reached his hand out to you, ready to take it back when you had already smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah, sure." You gave him a toothy grin, turned on your heels, and walked away, letting your face fall in disappointment when your back was turned towards James.

James' stretched out arm fell limp to his side and he walked over to his friends, but not before looking back at you as usual. His step faltered when you didn't look back and hastily disappeared behind the corner.

Sirius slapped an arm around James' shoulder. "Let's go Prongs, I've got the best idea for a prank." Remus sighed. That's not what he had meant for to happen.

The following two weeks were spent with you, trying to spend time with your boyfriend and said boyfriend giving out all types of excuses as to why he was really really busy and absolutely had no time for you. Quidditch practice, detention, planned pranks that he definitely couldn't miss out on, the new emergence of "boy's night", other plans, helping Sirius with something, Remus isn't feeling well, you name it.

(Though you did have the slightest feeling that he had been truthful about the last one. It had been the beginning of the full moon after all, and you weren't stupid.)

"Sorry Darling, I've got-"

"-plans, yes, I know." You smiled tightly at him.

"I'm-"

"-sorry. I know that too." And with that, you walked off, shaking your head. 'You love him,' you reminded yourself with a sigh as you walked towards the library. Almost reaching it, you changed your mind and retreated to your room instead. You weren't feeling like studying today.

"Should've gone to the library instead," you murmured to yourself through gritted teeth as you were woken up by the slamming of the door of the common room. You groaned, summoned all your courage and rolled yourself over, falling of the bed and sitting up dazed. Always effective, that method.

You walked down the stairs when you froze at your name.

"Y/N just doesn't know how to leave you alone, right Prongs?" You knew the voice belonged to Sirius.

"Yeah well, I haven't been spending a lot of time with her, lately," James admitted and the corners of your lips lifted in a soft smile.

"Well, it's still weird. Why doesn't she find her own friends to hang out with anyway?"

"She doesn't have that many," James answered, trying to defend you without directly calling you a loner, but Sirius picked up on it.

"Just because she doesn't have any friends of her own, doesn't mean she needs to interrupt you from spending time with your own, right?"

Remus had been listening and finally looked up from his book. He let his eyes flicker between his two friends. "I'm her friend," he spoke up. Bless him.

Sirius huffed. "You don't count. That's charity work."

"Hey, that's mean, Pads." Remus defended you.

You felt slapped in the face. Though thankful that Remus denied it, your eyes started watering at the fact that James didn't and you sat down on the stairs. A deep frown settled between your eyebrows and a hurt expression in your eyes. You should've turned around, but couldn't help but continue to listen in on their conversation.

"Alright, fine, I was just joking, Moony." Sirius held up his hands in surrender. "But you guys have to admit that she's super clingy," he added.

Even Remus couldn't deny that. You had been clinging to James, or trying to at least, ever since he abruptly started avoiding you for whatever reason you didn't know.

James hummed a little in agreement, choosing his words carefully. "Yeah, she's kind of high maintenance. Like, she needs a lot of attention, I guess. I mean, I've tried to subtly let her know that she's clingy, but she's not really getting the hint." Maybe not that carefully after all.

Your mouth was agape.

"Still my girlfriend though Padfoot, and I'm in love with her, so shut it," he gave Sirius a pointed look and with that, the matter was done for them. For you, very much not the case.

You swallowed, not comforted by his last words at all. Your throat felt dry and you hurried back to your room.

At first James was relieved by your lack of approaching him. It meant he didn't have to feel like crap every time he excused himself. But then time passed and James was missing you. 'How do you even miss your girlfriend, who you spend 24/7 with by being in the same boarding school?' He incredulously thought to himself.

But somehow you had managed to escape his sight. Aside from during class, in which you were partnered up with a scrawny Ravenclaw boy who excelled in potions class, called Wylan, as he had heard from Peter, he never saw you anywhere else. Not in the corridors, not in the Great Hall, not in the courtyard, not even in the library at your usual spot.

"Y/N!" He called out to you when he finally did spot you. You didn't seem to hear him and he moved faster. He slipped past a group of slow paced students who were taking up the entire corridor by walking next to each other- 'bloody hell' -and stopped in front of you, blocking your path.

You looked up at him in surprise. A weird feeling in your stomach. Maybe a mixture of adoration and discomfort at the same time. You hadn't decided what you wanted to do with the information from James' conversation because you didn't want to lose James, but also felt hurt. So you decided to just... postpone a confrontation.

"It's uh, it's been a while," he weakly smiled at you. You hummed in agreement.

"Yeah, I've been really busy." You mustered up a smile.

James nodded. 'Everything was fine. You were busy. That's all.' He tried to tell himself. But your eyes didn't crinkle like they did when you actually smiled. Your smile not wide enough to get you to wince at the pulling feeling of the small crust on your lower lip where you always bit your lip.

He cleared his throat. "I thought we could maybe go to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" He offered you a lopsided grin and watched your expression turn apologetic.

"I- I've got plans, sorry," you whispered.

"Oh, right." James had a funny feeling in his stomach. What plans? With who? You didn't have other friends right? Or maybe you made some because he'd been ignoring you? His mind was racing.

"Monday?" He tried again.

He watched, a pit in his stomach forming when you shook your head hesitantly. "Tutoring third years," you said, avoiding his piercing gaze.

"O- Okay, you let me know when you have time alright?" He finally settled on.

"Yeah, sure." The lack of enthusiasm in your answer didn't go unnoticed by James.

It was quiet for a long moment. "So I should just-" you pointed with your thumb behind you, signaling that you were going to go.

"Yeah, of course, places to be," he awkwardly put his thumb up and internally screamed at himself. 'Thumbs up? Really?'

He watched you leave, shoulders slumped.

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OMDS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE EVER READ

I'll reschedule | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: James faces the consequences of his actions. A confrontation goes wrong and you have a chat with Sirius.

Notes: Thank you guys for your kind comments! I hope I tagged everyone that wanted to be tagged. Also the parent part is very self-indulgent lmao

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James spent the following days trying to get your attention and receiving a taste of his own medicine.

You gave him another smile that didn’t fully reach your eyes and he cursed at himself for somehow having your relationship feel so distant and awkward. He was your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake!

“I can’t, I’m-“

“-sorry, yeah. I know.” James almost let out a pained laugh at the irony of the situation.

‘Oh how the tables have turned,’ James bitterly thought to himself in defeat. You leaned forward as if you were going to give him a kiss, his heart jumping at the thought.

He realised in horror that he couldn’t recall the last time he had given you a proper kiss on the lips and could do nothing but watch in disappointment as you changed your mind mid-step and left for whatever it was that you had planned, with nothing but a small wave.

James spent the next day in class stealing glances at you. You noticed it of course, but couldn’t bring yourself to look back, humiliation at his words still lingering in the back of your mind. ‘Why are feelings so complicated’, you groaned in dismay.

You sighed and buried your face in your hands, arms propped up by your elbow on your desk. You’d talk to him tomorrow. Tomorrow was the last day before Christmas holidays. If everything went south, you’d be able to escape for two weeks. Not that you needed that back up plan. Everything was going to be fine.

Everything was not fine.

“You were eavesdropping on us?!” James shouted out, an offended look on his face and his hands thrown in the air. You visible winced at his loud voice.

You couldn’t help but scoff at the fact that of all the things you said, what you finally confessed about your feelings, that that’s what he picked up on.

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment. Your mouth open while you tried to look for words.

“You’re really going to- you know what? Yes. And I’m sorry for eavesdropping alright? In fact, I too would’ve preferred not to have heard you guys say those horrible things, but I did hear it all, and you did say all that,” you shot back angrily.

“But if you wanted me to back off and be less of a clingy, high maintenance attention demanding loner, then maybe, just maybe,” you stressed the word maybe. “You could’ve pulled me aside and told me you were embarrassed of me in private, instead of telling all your friends except for me! That’s not how a relationship works, that’s cowardice.”

“Oh so you’re an expert on relationships now?” He scoffed. “How would you know how relationships are supposed to work, I’m the first bloody friend and boyfriend you’ve ever had! If not for me, you would have no one.” He spat out the last sentence and as soon as it left his mouth, he clamped his mouth shut and took two steps back in disbelief at his own words. Regret immediately setting in.

Your face was heating up, in embarrassment and anger. You took a few steps back in shock as well. You wanted to yell at him, tell him that you’d become friends with your potions partner recently, that he wouldn’t know that, because he’d been acting like an arse with his head stuck up in it, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight. You took a deep breath.

‘Count to ten, Y/N.’

James opened his mouth and closed it again, no words coming out, still shocked at himself. He felt like he was in a daze, that this was a bad dream.

The silence was too much, the tension too high. He half expected you to reach out and slap him across the face, but also knew you wouldn’t. So instead he stood there frozen, awaiting your reaction.

James could feel blood rushing in his ears before you finally broke the silence.

“That’s not how a relationship works for me,” you repeated calmly but firmly, completely disregarding his insult. This time however, you emphasized the last two added words.

James seemed to sober up alarmingly fast at that. He shot up in panic and shook his head in denial. “No, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of it! I’m not embarrassed of you, Darling. I’m not, I promise,” he tried, finally finding the words.

He looked at you pleadingly and watched helplessly as you pulled a hand through your hair in a distressed manner, jerking away from him when he reached out to you.

It was quiet again in the room. The only sounds your heavy breathing.

“It’s not working for me.” You eventually whispered, hurt evident in your voice at your sad realisation. You said it more to yourself than to him, but his ears caught it anyway.

James’ heart skipped in fear. The implication of your words were crystal clear to him. It smacked him in square the face and had him physically reel back. He stumbled back into the nearest wall. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you two breaking up was ever a possibility. You were madly in love with each other. And he loved you so incredibly much, you knew that, right? He felt nauseous.

You didn’t spare him another glance and stumbled away, desperate to get away from him. James’ knees buckled and he sunk to the floor, shock keeping the tears at bay for now.

Everything was really not fine.

“Prongs! Welcome back mate, I heard you’re a free man again!” Sirius greeted James with a cheer and a slap on the back when entered the common room. Sirius was wearing a big grin on his face.

James jerked away and furiously shook his head. “No, she- we haven’t broke up,” He insisted. “We had a fight b-but, we never officially said we were done, so we’re still- she’s still my girlfriend. So don’t say that, it's not true-“

Sirius noticed how distraught James actually was about the situation and the grin abruptly fell off his face, making space for concern. He put his hand on James shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He threw a look at Peter and Remus who looked taken aback by his defensive tone, also looking concerned.

“Okay,” Sirius nodded. “She’s still your girl, Prongs. Understood.” James nodded back and then shook Sirius’ arm off his shoulder and went upstairs to their room, plopping down on his bed, smothering his head in his pillow where he could finally cry.

You took the train and left Hogwarts that very same day. You called your dad and he promised to come pick you up at the platform. When you saw him, the only one on the platform so late in the evening, you ran up to him and he held you tightly. “Come on, sweetheart,” he nodded in appreciation at the elf who brought your luggage and brought you home.

You sighed and plopped on your bed, face first into the mattress. Exhaustion downing on you all at once and you fell asleep within minutes.

Your mother knocked on the door, knowing that that sufficed as you were a light sleeper. “Honey?” She called. “I know it’s late, but I think you should eat something nonetheless.” You made a noise.

“That mean I can come in?”

You lift you head up so you could say yes and she came in with a bowl of soup. You gratefully accepted it and she took the liberty of sitting next to you.

“You want to tell me about it?”

“Not really,” you admitted and your mother gave you and understanding look. “Then we’ll keep you distracted for now. In fact, the day after tomorrow, your father and I are having dinner with the Black family. You could come with us.”

“But it’ll just be all business talk,” you groaned, placing your bowl of soup on your night stand.

“Yeah, well you know the Black family is the main investor in your father’s business, business talk is unavoidable. But you know what, it wouldn’t be just business. They said that they would love to meet you.”

‘Doubtful,’ you thought.

“I’ll think about it.” You replied.

“That’s okay, you have another day to consider it.” And with that, your mother kissed your forehead before leaving your room, taking the empty bowl with her. “Goodnight honey,” she said before closing the door gently. ‘Sirius was always spending his holidays at Hogwarts, so it’d be safe to go,’ you considered.

‘So the fates are really into proving me wrong, lately huh,” you thought to yourself as you spotted Sirius with a scowl on his face, standing with his parents in front of their manor to great you.

And so, before you know it, you were sitting at the end of the ridiculously long table, in front of Sirius. You wondered where his younger brother Regulus was. “Let the children sit together, business is boring to them anyways,” you father had said.

Though he hadn’t been wrong, you would pay to be part of the adult talks rather than sit here in awkward silence, avoiding Sirius’ eyes.

The past three days had been a rollercoaster for Sirius. First, he had been mildly annoyed at the letter that came with an owl that belonged to his mother. Then, he had been absolutely dreading going home. He also felt bad and concerned for James, because he was being a sad pile of bones. And when he saw you, surprise and guilt seeped in. A real rollercoaster.

Sirius kept staring intensely at you. Finally, you’ve had enough and you snapped at him. “What do you want.”

“I need to talk to you, privately.”

“Why would I talk with my ex's best friend?We have nothing to talk about, and I’d rather die than be in a room alone with an arsehole like you.”

“You’re not his ex.” He pointed out.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, inquiring him to explain himself.

“You’re not- You two are still together. I mean, you never officially said it was over. You’re still his girlfriend, he’s still your boyfriend. James is still holding on to that.” Sirius searched your face for reactions to that confession but found nothing.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just officially send him an owl then,” you replied dryly, done with his crap. You threw your napkin on the table and got up. You excused yourself, thanked Sirius’ mother for the food and walked out of the room. So much for this being a distraction from James.

“Wait, Y/N!” Sirius yelled out as he chased after you. You kept walking, neither slowing down, nor speeding up, as you walked in the direction of your house, despite knowing that it was an hour drive by car.

A heavy silence hung between you two as he walked next to you, both staring out in front of yourselves.

“It’s my fault.”

Now this made you look up at Sirius. You eyed him up and down sceptically, coming to a stop. “Don’t give yourself so much credit, Black. You’re definitely not my favourite person on this planet, but despite you talents at DADA, last I checked, you can’t cast the Imperio curse yet.” Sirius refrained from grinning at your retort.

“So unless you’re telling me that you’ve been using the polyjuice potion and posing as James Potter who has been a massive twat of a boyfriend for over a month, I highly doubt it’s your fault.” With that, you continued walking again.

“No, and no. You’re right, I guess.”

“I am.”

Sirius gave you a look and tried again. “Look, he was just all over you. And maybe I had to get used to Prongs being a taken guy, all mushy, but we all missed him. So I teased him a little,” he explained but hesitated at the end.

“You teased him a little,” you flatly repeated. “You teased him and it turned him into an asshole?”

“It was just a bunch of guys laughing about our whipped friend,” he paused. “Okay and some complaining,” he admitted. “I didn’t know he would straight up go to avoiding you because he was embarrassed to show affection in front of us though.”

You massaged your temples. “Okay first of all, you suck and you’re a shitty friend.” Sirius pulled a face. “Eh, deserved,” he scratched the back of his head.

“But my point still stands. James chose to lie to me by making up excuses to not have to be around me.” You huffed in frustration. “I’m not... I’ve never been in a relationship before, but I’m pretty sure that’s like, rule number one of things not to do.” You kicked against a pebble on the road.

“And then he goes and says horrible stuff about me behind my back. That’s probably rule number two,” you added, a frown on your face at the recollection of events.

“But if that wasn’t enough, he didn’t listen to me when I told him how I felt about it and instead yelled at me, trying to shift the blame on me, as if it’s my fault that I overheard you guys. Oh and also, he insulted me again! Though, in my face this time, I’ve got to give him that.” You mumbled the last part bitterly and looked back up at Sirius who awkwardly looked at his feet while listening to you rant.

“So no, Sirius. You were a shitty friend, but by no means the cause of our break up. That’s on James.”

“Please, you don’t understand,” Sirius pleaded again. “James is miserable alright? As in he’s kind of being pathetic right now, he refuses to believe you guys broke up. He keeps insisting that you’re still together, that he still has a chance to make up to you.”

It was your turn to look at your feet. Sirius continued. It was his turn to talk now and he felt he needed to help his friend. “He loves you so much. He really misses you.”

You wryly smiled at Sirius. “He tell you to say that?”

“No. Well, not explicitly.” Sirius patted his back pockets and fished a crumpled envelope out of it. He handed it over. When you opened it, you found a folded piece of paper that simply said ‘I am so sorry. I miss you and I love you so much.’ In James’ handwriting. You sighed.

“Look, I’m just trying to help my git of a friend who is madly, hopelessly in love with you. And I’m trying to make things right between you two because I am partially at fault. And I know you love him. He’s just being an big idiot.”

“Try ginormous.”

Sirius now openly grinned. Okay maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

“Will you please talk to him? I’m sure he will apologize because he regrets everything. I know he does. And if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship anymore, you tell him. Just not by sending an owl right now before talking one more time, please.”

A car sounded its horns behind you and you turned around to see your mother and father. The car stopped next to you and the door opened. You turned to look at Sirius again. “Will you see James before I do?” You asked. Sirius nodded.

You handed him the envelope back. He hesitated to accept it. “Give him this. Don’t worry, I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend. I’ll talk to him at Hogwarts.” You reassured him.

Relieved at your words, Sirius took the envelope and you gave him a thumbs up. “You’re not so bad, Black,” you said as you got in the car.

“Back at you!” He called after you. He watched your car drive off.

He checked inside the envelope and found the folded piece of paper. When he unfolded it, he found a uno reverse card stuck in between.

James was nervous. He impatiently paced around on platform 9¾, having arrived there way too early. Sirius had moved in with him over the holidays, running away from home and had brought a certain envelope with him. James heart had leaped when he found your card, putting it carefully under his pillow at night, carrying it in his pocket during the day.

“Merlin, Prongs would you just stand still,” Sirius commented from where he sat, leaning against a wall, cigarette twirling between his fingers.

“I can’t, Padfoot. This is literally the moment that will define the rest of my life!” James exclaimed dramatically, but walked over to Sirius and plopped down next to him anyways, mimicking Sirius’ action by twirling the game card around.

“Mate, you’ll be fine. She literally let you know she loved you too.” He nodded at the object James’ hands.

“But what if she loves me, but realised that she wants to be with someone who hasn’t acted like a stupid idiot?” James’ heart was racing at the thought. He’d spent the entire first week wallowing misery.

Other students started to arrive at the platform and James got back up to start pacing around again.

You softly pushed him away and immediately, the stream of self-deprecating words, apologies and other rambles flowed out of James’ mouth. You pecked his lips again to shush him.

You spotted each other at the same time. You offered him a hesitant smile but it was enough for James to take off in a sprint towards you.

He stopped in in front of you, unsure and apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. Someone called your name behind you and you looked back to see Wylan.

Turning to face James again, you offered him a fond expression and tiptoed to press a peck to his lips. James immediately responded to the kiss and he sighed in relief, shoulders less tense.

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

No, not okay, he wanted to say but you cut him to it.

“I’ve got a friend waiting for me,” you beamed up at him in pride and he melted at the sight. “Okay,” he relented, making a mental note to tell Remus and Peter to apologize to you too.

“You’ll let me know when you have time?” He asked.

“I’ll make time for you,” you assured him. “We’ll talk after supper, if you don’t have any plans of course,” you teased.

James shook his head laughing. “I won’t,” He replied earnestly.

“You don’t know that! Like what if a famous Quidditch player wants to meet you after supper, huh? Then what?” You challenged him. He shrugged.

“I’ll reschedule.” He grinned.

You shake your head and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. He watched you head in the direction of your Ravenclaw friend who had his back turned to you and walked back to Sirius.

“Wylan!” You skipped over and slung an arm around him, ruffling his already messy hair. He looked up as if he’d been caught doing something wrong and relaxed with a smile when he saw it was just you. You laughed at his skittish behaviour. “So how was your holiday?”

“I actually got a book on alchemy for Christmas. I brought it with me, thought maybe you’d help me?” He asked nervously, a bit embarrassed at his request.

“Oh none of that,” you waved your hand at his antics. “I’ve been helping you with dyslexia for a while now, of course I’ll help!” He offered you a grateful smile.

“You have it with you now?”

Wylan nodded and pulled out a ridiculously heavy book. You whistled. “Better get started on that right away, huh. We should find a seat.”

You two moved to get on the Hogwarts Express, but before you disappeared inside, you looked back at James to see he did the same thing. You exchanged smiles, he dramatically made a deep bow and mouthed ‘milady’. Then he turned around and pumped his fist in the air, grinning from ear to ear.

Sirius patted James on the back when he returned. “See, nothing to worry about. Right back to snogging your girl,” he laughed out loud, but no malicious intent this time.

“Still a long way to go, though,” James admitted, but he wore a fond smile on his face at the thought of you, all giddy inside. “But we’ll be alright, I think. I’ll be the best bloody boyfriend out there you know. You better get used to the snogging. And be nice to her, she really means a lot to me.”

Sirius pushed him. “I’ll have you know that we’re on extremely good terms now,” he exaggerated.

James snorted. “No, you’re not,” he immediately said.

Sirius grinned, having fun riling him up. “Why don’t you go ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

James and Sirius walked towards their own compartment where they waited for Peter and Remus, arguing about it.

About two months later, Gryffindor had won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. You ran down the stands and up to James, jumping in his arms. He fiercely kissed you, his friends and teammates hollering at him.

“Good luck charm,” he cheekily mumbled against your lips while flipping the others off, earning laughter. When the celebratory party was finally over, and the marauders and you retreated to their dorm, James instantly pulled you onto his lap, locking you in with his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wriggled to get some air. Jokingly, you tapped out three times in mock surrender.

“And the winner is...”, Sirius drumrolled. “James Potter!” Remus and Peter jokingly clapped and cheered.

“Means you can let her breathe now, Prongs.” You mouthed a thank you at Sirius.

James pouted, offended. “Since when are you two such good buddies,” He complained.

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy. I told you, Y/N and I are on extremely good terms now.” He winked at you.

“Thought you’d be more happy that your girlfriend and brother could get along. I mean, figured it won’t be long until she becomes my sister-in-law.”

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Could you do “it’s you, it always has been” with tasm Peter x reader please? If you have the time of course :)

Always Been You / tasm Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend was never ideal but how could you not fall for your sweet, caring, selfless Peter? But when Gwen comes into the picture, you think they are secretly dating and try to move on by going on a date.

Warnings: angst with fluff ending, jealous reader and Peter, feelings confessed, language, reader feeling threatened by Gwen being around, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Of course beautiful! :D Thank you for requesting, I appreciate it! 😘 You're so sweet 🥰 Hope you like it and that it turned out how you wanted. Requests are open! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 2.1k

Peter had been your best friend since you were young, you were both inseparable and still were until recently. You and Peter had always done everything together, you wouldn't often find the one without the other for long. You pair were so close that people who weren't close to your friend group often thought you were dating, and Peter didn't help the rumours when he was affectionate with you. An arm around the shoulder, holding hands, forehead kisses, he was always close to you. Even your friends believed you would end up together, convinced of the idea even.

You and Peter always denied that you were anything more than friends, despite your totally secret and definitely not obvious crush on your best friend. It killed you to say it but you knew he would never feel the same about you as you did him. And you had come to terms with it, mostly. You loved Peter, wholly and irrevocably, your whole being was consumed by him at all times. He was your everything, no one else compared, not even by a long shot. And that terrified you, the thought of being unable to move on or have someone make you feel like Peter does. You will have to eventually. You reminded yourself sadly.

Nothing had ever come between you and Peter, you were as tight nit as anyone could possibly be but that didn't mean you hadn't ever argued, disagreed, or feel the same about everything. You both had your differences, and that's what you liked about one another, the interesting individual thought process behind ideas or opinions. You'd had a few small arguments and disagreements but you'd never gone more than two days without speaking or being mad/unhappy with each other. Neither could stay mad, especially you, Peter could do something innocent yet adorable when resolving the issue and your heart would just melt.

Things had been great between you guys, as per usual, everything was just normal. That was until Gwen came into the picture, seemingly taking an instant liking to Peter. Not that you blamed her, how could you not? Especially when he flashed his signature beautiful white-toothed smile and nervously played with the sleeves of his hoodie, it was plain adorable. Everyone who met Peter instantly liked him, he had a way with people without realising it, and he was good with them.

You noticed over the past couple of weeks that Gwen and Peter had been hanging out more and more, by themselves. Your typical everyday texts turned into every couple of days, your biweekly hangouts were cancelled, group hangouts were postponed or Gwen was always present, and it was taking a toll on you. You struggled not having your best friend around as much, but you tried your best to accept and understand that Peter would date at some point. That you would have to share his attention and time with someone else that meant as much as you did to him, if not more. Safe to say, that was a hard pill to swallow. But you had to, he wasn't yours anymore.

You felt the best way to move on from Peter and accept everything was to go on a date, figuring it would be a positive step in the right direction. You asked your other best friend Harry to help you find someone nice to go on a date with, settling on a friend of a friend, Jack. The date was arranged for the following Friday at 7 pm at a local diner, casual and familiar. Close to home if something were to go wrong or right, you supposed, the thought surfacing feelings of uncertainty.

By the time the day of the date rolled around, you were riddled with nerves. You had only ever been on four dates in your whole life, none of which had gone well enough for a second. Being in love with your best friend for most all of your teen years until now kind of ruined your love life, which was non-existent, and you hated it. Why? Why did it have to be Peter? Couldn't it have been Mark from bio or Ryan from English? Normal, typical boys who were nice enough and had always been kind to you, so why not them? Because they aren't him, he's extraordinary, amazing, devastatingly handsome Peter. You were really starting to hate that inner voice of yours.

You did another once-over of your outfit for your date, impressed by your choices. You wore a pair of your best black jeans that made your bottom look incredible, shaping you nicely in the right areas. Your shirt was a pinkish-brown cotton long-sleeved shirt that plunged slightly to show some cleavage and hugged your figure beautifully, paired with brown ankle-strapped heels and a black leather jacket. Hair was curled, make-up minimal with some glitter on your eyes for a little pop of attention, and smelled like your favourite perfume. You nodded in approval before heading out the door, keys, phone and purse in a small side bag.

You arrive at the diner five minutes early, texting Jack that you'd get a table as you headed inside. The kind waitress leads you to a four-seater booth by a window, the place was packed as expected. This was a popular hotspot for people your age to come to on weekends. Brown wood tables, red leather seats, 80s music playing, it was one of your favourites. As you get settled and order a coke while you wait for your date, you receive a reply letting you know he was just parking. Thankfully Harry had shown you a picture beforehand, so you knew who to look out for. You could feel the nerves bubble more than before, unsure of what to expect or how to feel about this whole thing.

But it all seemed to disappear as Jack walked through the door, a bouquet of flowers in hand and looking as handsome as ever. Nothing on Peter but handsome nonetheless. The same waitress pointed to you and he walked over with a smile that would make any girl or guy melt in an instant, the kind that models and famous people had. You couldn't help but return it as he handed you the flowers and kissed your cheek with a cheeky little hello, his overwhelmingly wonderful aftershave filling your senses when he leant close. He sat down across from you as you placed the beautiful flowers next to you, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

-

An hour later you were home, the date having gone amazingly. Jack had been the perfect gentleman, listened and asked all the right questions, even walking you home after. You arrive outside your apartment door, Jack stood behind you with a smile as he watches you open the door. "Well thank you for tonight, it was lovely. I enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." you smile nervously, worried that he didn't enjoy the evening as much as you had. "I loved it, thank you for a great evening. I hope to hear from you for a second real soon beautiful, good night." Jack flashed you a panty-dropping smile as he kissed your cheek. You bit your lip as he pulled away and gave you a little wave as he walked down the stairs.

You sigh contently as you switch on the light and close the door behind you, placing your keys on the side cabinet. Only locking it with the key, remembering your roommate mentioning that they would be out till late. You turn around and go to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle. "Well, he seemed nice." A voice says behind you, a scream erupting from you as you spin around quickly to see Peter sitting on the sofa in your living room. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as you tried to calm your breathing, walking to where he was sitting. "What the fuck Peter? How long have you been there?" you yell, standing near.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. About 30 minutes, how was your date?" Peter asked, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. You frown feeling confused, the way he'd said 'date' was as if the word pissed him off. "Good, but why are you here?" you questioned, figuring he would be with Gwen or at home. He shook his head, still not looking at you, something was up with him. "Not important, I shouldn't have even come." Peter stood up, making his way to the door. You scoff, not believing how he was acting.

"Oh no, you don't get to ignore me for weeks with odd texts because you'd rather hang out with Gwen than me and then get annoyed for whatever reason because I went on a date!" Peter stops dead, back tense as he turns to face you. You had no idea why Peter would possibly be upset about you going on a date, he had no right to! Considering he had replaced you with Gwen. You just wanted to move on from him and he was making that really difficult. "Rather hang out with Gwen?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused. Your eyes widen in disbelief, had he really not noticed? Ouch.

"Wow, yes Peter. You've been spending all your time with Gwen as of late, me and Harry feel pushed aside. Seems she's become more important just because you have a crush on each other." you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Despite your own feelings, you would never stop Peter from being happy with someone else. He was your best friend first, crush second, so it didn't sit right with you to be cast aside for some girl. You liked Gwen, of course, because how could you not? But she had seemed to steal all of Peter's attention from his friends, not just you.

"Wow, hey, no. I don't have a crush on Gwen, we are just friends. Why would you think that?" Peter wondered, a slight tone in his voice that threw you off, he sounded nervous for some reason. "I've seen how you look at her, Peter... Like she's everything," you whisper, looking away from him. You can feel the nerves bubble in your chest and tears well in your eyes, building as if they were going to explode at any moment. It was just all too much to deal with. You'd had a wonderful date with someone you genuinely thought could maybe help you to move on from Peter, and then Peter shows up here mad at you for going on a date, what the hell was happening?

"I don't... I can't... fuck!" Peter swore, hands pulling at his hair in frustration as he turned away from you before turning back to face you once again. You were unsure what was going on, confused by his mood swings and behaviour. Peter sighed, walking toward you with intent, "why is it you're the only one who doesn't see it?" he whispers as his hands cupped both cheeks. You frown, frozen at the close proximity of Peter's face to your own. "What are you talking about?" you question, willing the tears not to fall. To be strong in that moment.

"It's you, It's always been you Y/N." he laughs, "you were always the one for me, not Gwen, not anyone. God, I've been in love with you since the first day we met. No one else could compare, not even in the slightest but I never wanted to say anything because I didn't think you would feel the same and ruin our friendship. You've got me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it, sweetheart." Peter whispered as he placed his forehead against yours, both eyes closed as you breathe out deeply. The tears you tried to stop fell down your cheeks, a sobbed laugh escaping you.

"You're an idiot! I've been in love with you for a long time. I went on a date to try and get over you because I thought you liked Gwen." you laugh, tears not stopping. Peter pulled back, eyes staring back at you wide, "you love me too?" he whispers, hands holding your face desperately as they shake. "Yes, how could I not?" you smile, moving your hands to hold the arms that held your face. "Guess we were both idiots then, hmm?" he laughs, thumb gently stroking the damp skin of your cheek. You nodded, stroking his clothed arms.

"You know I'm going to have to take you out on a date now, don't you? Make you forget all about that other guy?" Peter laughed, leaning in until his lips touched yours. You smile as your lips move together, hands moving to hold his neck, "you better." you both chuckle, foreheads touching.

BAHAHAHAHAHA OMDS I LOVE THIS🥰🥰😘❤️

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Series masterlist, masterpost

Thomas x fem!Reader

Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 1236

Summary: after a really great time the night before, it’s time for you and Thomas to face that maybe the acoustics of the Glade are not ideal for couples. 

Content: implied sexual content (so heavily implied it’s not even “implied” it’s just not explicitly written), Thomas being a clingy little shit, fluff, morning after fluff, bad dialogue. 

Notes: I actually have nothing to say for myself, enjoy some semi-domestic fluff. 

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this is so cute 😍

Men and Tea

Based on this request: “a newt fic with her using the “I like my men like I like my tea” and everyone’s staring at her until she says “hot and British” and newt is just like “hey I’m British” and she’s like “yeah i know” and he’s all blushy, flustered and cute?“

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Is it a terribly dark day, or is it just you? You’re used to life in the Maze. You’re used to the constant feeling of never being able to fully relax, all because of the walls shading your back with every step you take. Sure, you can hang out with your friends, and laugh and joke all you want, but at the end of the day you’re still stuck in the Glade, with no way out. It’s wearing on you today, this knowledge. It’s wearing on everyone.

Everyone can sense it, too. Eventually Alby has had enough of seeing everyone moping around and announces that there’s going to be a Bonfire Night later in the day, which makes the Gladers perk up a little. Bonfire Nights are usually reserved for Greenie Days or particularly thrilling celebrations, so the fact that Alby’s given in and let one happen tonight should say enough about the overall atmosphere of the Glade.

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My baby<3

𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝜗𝜚

-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𝜗𝜚 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹-------

This is AMAZING

Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

Cutest thing ever

Percy: Hey, Nico. Can you watch the baby for a second while I run to pick up Annabeth from work?

Nico: You want me to watch your kid?

Percy: Yeah. It’ll take like 20 minutes.

Nico: But what if she cries or something.

Percy: If you need anything just call me.

Nico: Do I talk to her or…

Percy: She’s a year old, Nico. Just hang out with her, maybe read to her. She loves books.

Nico: Okay.

Percy: Thanks, Nico. You’re a life saver!

*Percy kisses his daughter’s head and leaves.*

Nico: *coming to sit by the baby* So… you like books? My boyfriend likes books too. Medical books, but still.

Percabeth baby: Boo!

Nico: I’m guessing that’s book. *grabs book of ocean animals* Book?

Baby: Boo!

Nico: Cool. Fish book it is then.

Baby:*showing Nico her fish stuffy* Fish.

Nico: *nodding* That is a fish.

Baby: *claps*

Nico: *fighting a smile* You are your parents daughter, kid.

Baby: *gives Nico the fish and claps*

Nico: *now genuinely smiling* Yep. Your parents daughter.

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers!

Okay :)

○ My celebrity crush, Finn Wolfhard, makes me happy because he's helped me through hard stuff even if he doesn't know it and I'll always be his No. 1 fan since 6 years ago, now and forever.

• Friends, they distract me from my life problems and make me laugh and I always have a good time with them

° I know it's basic but sleeping because who doesn't like sleeping?

• When an author whose book I'm reading releases a new book or when I generally get a new book I want

° Going out is nice because I like getting ready and picking an outfit and hair style and hanging out with people and doing my make-up is fun too

I love this😭

we know that keefe can feel Sophie's pain. So period days must be an absolute nightmare for him lol. It does not help at all that Sophie would get all moody on her period, so keefe would feel the impact 10xx worse, since he's an emapth. Her emotions + his own emotions + cramps? Yeah no. This is keefe's period, not hers lol.

I can imagine sophie getting hit with a cramp and keefe would dramatically double over and clutch his stomach, groaning "Fosterr!! Get me a heating pad aswell, your period, is my period" and would probably ask Edaline for mallowmelts when she gets them for Sophie. I mean hey. He deserves them too for dealing w the pain and moods that aren't even originally his, right? He and Sophie would be cuddling on the couch, dramatically sobbing into each other's shoulders.

Also, i can totally see them both bickering w eachother, since Sophie's super mad making keefe mad which makes both of them mad. Resulting in a yelling match. Yup. I can continue yapping all day.

Biana would come over at this point to take care of both of them.

Grady and Dex would find this all hilarious.