~ so it seems like i had a brain wave :p

Second Chance - Part One

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Alright guys, here is the first chunk of that Gaston x Reader fic that I posted about a few nights ago. I’ve never written a Reader fic, haha. But I’ve had this idea ever since seeing the movie the first time and I suggested it to other writers but I’m impatient so here it is. I also feel like I should thank @sannvers for editing it and telling me “YO THIS PART IS WEIRD FIX IT”, so thanks.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 3,753

Summary:You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

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Mine

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881



Outside, a dark, snowy morning rose and you groaned upon hearing the awful sound of your alarm clock ringing at its fullest on the nightstand next to your bed. Going to school in such weather should be considered a crime - but it was not, so you forced yourself to get up. A warm shower would probably get you in a better mood. Yawning lazily, you left your room and went to the bathroom, from where Scott came out drying his wet black hair with a towel.

“Good morning, sis.” He winked, smiling cheerfully. “Mum made us breakfast before she left to the Hospital. Hurry up or I’ll eat your pancakes.”

“Touch my pancakes and it won’t matter if you’re a werewolf or not: I’ll cut you up!” You tried to keep it serious, but ended up laughing out loud alongside him. “All I need is a ten minute bath and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

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Birthday Games

Summary: You try to get Gabriel to play some drinking games for your birthday but things don’t go quite as expected.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 6696

Warnings/Tags: smut, swearing, drinking games, intoxication (reader and Gabriel), stripping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, grace kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, perfect body Gabe, a touch of possessive Gabe

Author’s Note: Written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll​‘s #Challenge of Raven My prompts were:  “Loser does a striptease!”, Gabriel, and smut.  All tags are at the end.  

Special thanks to @sumara62​ who does such a fantastic job as my beta.  This wouldn’t be what it is without you. 

Originally posted by castiel-left-his-mark-on-me


“How is this supposed to be celebrating again?” Gabriel asked.  

Sam and Dean had forgotten it was your birthday again, heading in the opposite direction to visit Garth rather than returning from their latest hunt to celebrate.  As unashamed as you were about your drinking habits, you drew the line at getting drunk by yourself.  Doing it with a bunch of strangers wasn’t appealing either, which left your options pretty limited until Gabriel happened to pop in to drop off some birthday cookies.  

It had been a pleasant surprise to say the least, and once he was there you weren’t about to let the opportunity go to waste.

“I like drinking games,” you reminded him, your words taking on the slow drawl you got right before you hit the tipping point between tipsy and completely hammered.

“Ok, princess,” sarcasm rippled through tonight’s nickname he’d bestowed upon you, all because you insisted on having fun your way, “But these are all boring.”

One hand came up, toying with the neon pink umbrella decorating his glass, but it was the other hand out of your sight that had you worried.  You could feel the hum of his energy rise behind you, fingertips drifting idly across the top of your chair, brushing you in the process.  

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Cheater

A/U: Oh man. oh man

Word Count: 4,058 ( really tried to make this shorter be proud)

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Your name: submit What is this?

The bar was dim and it made all the wood booths and furniture seem warm. There were people gathered everywhere for Brian’s birthday and I was sitting casually in one of the booths in the back of the room. There were glasses all over the table all filled at various levels with warm liquid. A friend was talking to me and I laughed as I poured myself more into my glass. As I brought the glass to my lips I felt how warm my cheeks were. I was unsure if it was because of the heat in the room or just the alcohol, but I figured both.

Brady was just finished tell me something when I looked up and saw her coming through the doorway across the room.

The moment I saw her my body swelled with excitement, I had wondered if she would show up at all. As I looked across the room, she looked around with her bright eyes, those too I could see all the way from where I sat.

Then her pace slowed down and she looked behind her at the door and a moment later he emerged. All I could do was slightly sink down with disappointment.

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1997 [5]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean, twin sister!reader, Sam, Amanda, OC characters

Words: 2300

Music Suggestion: Feather - X Ambassadors

Your name: submit What is this?

You walked with hurried steps and a little breathlessly towards where you knew Dean was, using your ’twin connection’ — or in other words, your brain. You had already found Sammy, and made sure he was okay — which he was. You had also spotted Jeremy through the mass of students, and your eyes had met his round, freaked ones.

Now you were on the search for your other brother.

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Our Love Story || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: you are in love with peter parker, yet you’re unsure of how to get him to notice you. so instead of trying to strike a conversation with him, you fill your composition notebook with stories that involve you and him together.}

here’s the story that I promised to write last night :D admittedly, I took some inspiration from an OLD OLD OLD SCHOOL story of mine title “Journal Entries,” which was a Dave Strider x Reader. I’ve always been a sucker for high school romances tbh tbh

also, good news everyone, this blog has reached 500 FOLLOWERS!! Today is like the happiest day of my life ;w; omg so many good things have happened so far, and I’m so happy

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story!**

legend: italics indicate when a story is taking place.

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You were slumped over in your seat, already feeling the Mondayness of today seeping through your veins as your eyes struggled to remain open and focused. Despite getting a full 8 hours of sleep, you were still strangely exhausted as you waited for your science class to begin.

Little did you know, all it would take was for him to walk into the room to get your heart racing and imagination running.

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[Femslash February]: Rescue

okay so technically it’s not feb. 3rd anymore but as far as i’m concerned it’s still yesterday until i go to sleep so i’m going to pretend this is right on time. i have to do this for 25 more days rip me xD


Day 3: Rescue (Chlonette/Chlobug)

Words: 1616

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: Asleep] [Next: Matching Outfits]


Chloe was actually going to die of boredom at this dinner party. Seriously. She could feel her brain cells shriveling up, and she was going to end up brain dead way before dessert even came. 

Galas were way more fun. Galas had music, endless supplies of alcohol, balconies to smoke off of, and far more opportunities to dance and flirt with the sons and daughters of the other politicians in attendance. Dinners were tolerable only if she happened to be seated around interesting company or had the opportunity to wax on about her own life for the sake of drawing in the attention. 

But she was currently listening to one of her father’s staffers drone on and on about fiscal responsibility in the coming year and Chloe was two seconds away from stealing the bottle chianti, crawling under the table, and getting drunk alone. The man looked old enough to have fought in the damn French Revolution, and all of this economics talk was going completely over her head. It didn’t help that her father and some young son of another staff member were enraptured with the conversation, leaving Chloe to trace the rim of her wine glass and doze off from the conversation. 

Chloe pulled her phone out of her purse and surreptitiously sent a text. 

chloe: is death by macroeconomic discourse possible? asking for a friend.

mari <3: oh my. dinner’s that bad?

chloe: i’d rather use the melon ballers to scoop out my eyeballs

mari <3: ew :P poor thing. it’s only for an hour more right? you can do it!

chloe: :((((((((

chloe: all these old men are horrible i just wanna cuddle with a beautiful girl and make out with her all night is that too much to ask?

mari <3: huh. sorry. don’t know where you can get one of those. 

chloe: you little brat come save meeeeee >.<

She felt her father nudge her side with his elbow and lean his mouth down next to her ear. “Chloe, please put the phone away and behave.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and whispered back “Daddy, you can count on me to be perfectly pleasant and keep any conversation lively, especially if it’s for your benefit. But to be perfectly frank, this conversation died when the salad got here, and this talk about investments is actively drying out my skin.”

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15 Days of Valentines ♡ | a Jon/Sansa meme
↳ 6/15: Pretend relationship | Casino Heist

In desperate need of some quick cash, Sansa engages the help of her brother’s card-counting friend Jon to help her rip off a Las Vegas casino.

Below or AO3

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Into The Trollmarket

This Trollhunter!Strickler fic series thing is inspired by @changepherrox‘s art and written scenario of Walter meeting Barbara, pre-show, and becoming part of the Lake family. After finding his place in the human world, he comes upon the Trollhunter amulet and struggles between protecting his family, being a double agent… and secretly defending a Trollmarket that doesn’t particularly want a changeling for a Trollhunter.

-The First (along with @changepherrox’s art that inspired it)
-A Brief Recapitulation of Troll-Changeling Friendships
-Let Our Powers Combine!

(Also there has been more absolutely wonderful art by Changepherrox HERE and HERE please check them out)

In this fic: Blinky is cornered by Vendel and comes up with a really thin excuse as to why the Trollhunter hasn’t been seen in Heartstone Trollmarket yet.

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Smile Like You Mean It || Peter Parker [[request]]

[[request prompt: …could you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is super shy and Peter is paired up with her and he sasses someone and she giggles and he starts falling for her and since they’re both awkward in general it’s super cute and simple.]]

I’m really super excited about writing this, because i’m such a sucker for fluff ♡ i also went a little overboard writing this, so it’s going to be a tad bit long ;w;

tags: {anonymous}

{{added note: for clarification, the reader and Peter are JUNIORS at Midtown High}}

{{request status: closed}}

word count: 6,000+

don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!

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Originally posted by marvelmuggle

Throughout his whole life of attending school, Peter Parker only had one person who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, and that person went by the name of [Full Name]. 

Ned often told him that he was overreacting; that there was no way a quiet girl like [Name] could hate anyone, but Peter honestly believed otherwise. 

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Questions Answered

Title: Question Answered

 Prompt: @tangle-of-ivy: You get thrown into TV land along with the boys! At first you stay with them, but soon you start getting placed in separate channels. Gabe is usually there too.  ***I took out the rest of the request because of spoilers ;p

 Pairing: Gabriel x Female!Reader

 Summary: The boys hated TV Land, when Gabriel threw them in…but you had a different experience.  

 Warnings: Language.

Originally posted by galaxystiel

To say this was a weird day was an understatement.  First off, you were stuck in some random TV Land special, curtesy of your local Trickster, the gorgeous blonde haired man who loved to screw with you and your brothers. Secondly, you got to watch your brother fanboy over being in his favorite TV show…but the weirdest part was what came after.

You registered that the ‘channel’ had changed.  You looked around to find yourself in the middle of a dance floor, people sitting at tables around the edge.  There were couples dressed up in nice clothes standing around you. “Sam?  Dean?”  

You called out, but you couldn’t see them.  “Don’t worry sweet cheeks, you’re safe here.”  

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Meet me halfway - Sequel to ”From the other side”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Pairing: NamjoonxReader

Genre: Fluff

Sum: After reaching the top 10 international music list, with your song that you collaborated with BTS. Parting ways was harder than you had thought, but his number was locked upon your phone. Texting daily, you got to know him better, to fall in love. But did he feel the same? You have only met once, doing the collaboration. Now that BTS has gotten more recognition in the US, they have announced their Wings tour. Another chance, to meet again.

Word count: 3k

A/N: People keep asking me why I don’t use “10 pm” instead of “22:00”, to put it simple, I’m mostly familiar with military time (24-hour clock).

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I dream of Djinni

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff and light smut

Word Count: 3226 (Sorry, this one was really long, but I kept it as short as possible and I for one found it really interesting, but, hey, I’m bias).


Sun danced through the cream lace curtain kissing the dangling crystals and casting colors about the room. You shifted, body thick with sleep, yet oddly energized as if you didn’t spend half the night killing vampires. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, crisp clean cotton sheets slid over your naked skin drawing a tendril of confusion. You perched up on your elbow, startling as a mass jumped up onto the bed, bright green eyes staring inches from yours. The cat mewed, ducking is fuzzy head to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Baby?” A soft husky voice matching the gentle morning light vibrated against you.

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In the Heart of the Sea

Originally posted by prettystucky

Originally posted by celestial-prxncess

Peter Parker x Reader

In the Heart of the Sea

Author: Morgan

Warnings: None?

Note: I tried to tag everyone that asked, but some of the tagging seems to have worked and some of it didn’t! Sorry! But yeah y’all were so hype for this! I hope it lived up to your hopes! Please give feedback!

Tagged: @thatstrawberrylemonade @littlevelvethearts @bellatrixyoass @contagiousarea @koalawinter @cremedelabrulee @a-girl-who-loves-disney @superwhoavengelocklover @hotmessofafangirl @cassatron-castiel @weasleywickedwarlock @onewayoranotherimgonnamisha @bring-me-the-chemical-p

Lightning flashed above the stormy sea. The waters swirled wickedly, churning the Iron Man, the ship captained by the second-best captain on the seven seas, Captain Stark. The crew scrambled to toss their belongings below deck before any more crates could fall overboard.

“I mean it, Peter! Get below deck!”

“No can do, Captain Stark! I’m not going under until the rest of you do!” Peter replied stubbornly. He was soaked with rain water, dripping wet. The boat lurched to the side, causing everyone on the deck to fall over. Peter scrambled to get to his feet, grabbing onto the sail mast.

“Get! Below! Deck!” Stark ordered. “Now!”

“Okay fine!” Peter shouted in reply, making his way towards the door to the lower deck. The boat tilted again, violently lurching to the side. Peter slipped on the wet wooden floor, sliding across it. In one swift motion, Peter hit his head, fell overboard, and landed in the angry waters with a splash.

Somewhere in the depths, you felt like something was off. Perhaps it was the smell of the human deck boy from the large ship, or maybe it was the alcohol that leaked from the pirates’ lost barrels. So many foreign smells from the humans that lived on the ship drifted through your nostrils. But whatever it was, be it fate or something written in the stars long ago, you followed the feeling, large scaly tale flicking behind you powerfully.

Your long hair trailed behind you in the water as you swam as fast as the currents could carry you. It was a powerful storm, and even a mermaid like you had difficulty navigating the harsh waters.

Drifting in the murky waves was the deck boy. His eyes were closed, and it appeared he was unconscious, his tousled brown curls surrounded his head in a cloud. You rushed forward, much surprised by the sight of a human. He must have fallen off of the ship along with the other cargo floating around in wooden crates and barrels, you figured.

Moving as quickly as you could, you dragged the boy to shore, depositing him on the beach. However, it appeared he wasn’t breathing. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, and with an ounce of magic, you pressed a hand to his muscled chest. Its only covering was the whispy white shirt that hung limp and wet around his body. Your fingers glowed, palm pressing a jolt of power into him.

With a heave, Peter coughed wickedly, desperately, depositing the water in his lungs onto the shore. He looked at you with a hazy disoriented expression before slumping onto the sand, unconscious. You smiled softly, deciding to sit on the beach with him until the storm ended.

***

The next morning, Peter still hadn’t awoken. He was beyond exhausted from the ordeals of the night before. Carefully, you carried him through the water and set him in the small rowboat attached to the side of the ship, wrapping him in what appeared to be part of a sail to keep him warm until he awoke.

Humans were cute, you decided. His legs were certainly odd, much unlike the tail you possessed, but he was too handsome for his oddity to matter. He appeared to be young, about your age if not a bit older. You smirked, pushing these thoughts out of your mind. Relations with those that walked the land was strictly forbidden. But still. He was cute. For a human.

Peter bolted awake with a shout, looking around at his surroundings. You returned to the water with a large splash, narrowly avoiding his disheveled brown gaze, or so you thought. Dr. Jarvis Vision looked over the railing of the ship very surprised, but grateful to see the little deck hand.

“There you are, Parker! We feared we had lost you to the sea!”

“I uh…well, I guess not…” Peter raked a hand through his hair, looking around. He could have sworn there had been someone next to him, but maybe it was just remnants of a restless dream. A dream. Of course. There couldn’t be a…whatever he had seen. No. It had to be an illusion of the water. He had simply hit his head too hard. “Good morning Dr. Vision.”

“Is that Parker?” Prince T’Challa, the royal-gone-rebel who had recently joined their crew of merry pirates, asked, looking down at the deck boy. “Welcome back, boy. Maybe next time you’ll obey the captain’s orders.”

“Yeah…” Peter gazed off into the waves. “We’ll see about that…”

***

“Quit gazing off into the sunset, Parker! You’re supposed to be sweeping!” Captain Stark teased the dazed teen as he rushed to get back to work. “What’s gotten into you? Since you fell off of the boat last week, your head’s been in the clouds! Did you lose a few brain cells down there?”

“Not exactly, I just…” Peter paused, sighing as he watched waves lap the shore of the nearest island. “Captain, permission to speak freely?”

“Of course,”

“Well…sir…Have you…ever seen something you thought was impossible? Something that couldn’t be real, and yet…it feels…feels like you could reach out and touch it if you really tried. But when you look, it’s…”

“Gone.” the captain nodded, a look of empathy flashing through his eyes. “I know that feeling. The feeling that something extraordinary slipped through your fingers. The…One that got away…”

“Yeah. I guess. I dunno…” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I just…I can’t help but wonder if we’re not alone here.”

“Of course we’re not. Rogers is still out there with the others somewhere. If they survived the wreck.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, kid.” Stark ruffled Peter’s already-messy hair. “I know.”

***

“I think you’re sick.” Your mermaid friend Jemma braided your hair. “Your cheeks have been red and you’ve been stuck in a daze. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” You stated, gazing at your reflection in the speckled glass mirror you had found in a shipwreck not so long ago.

“I think she’s in love. Who is it? Triton? Neptune? Percy?” asked Skye, Jemma’s sister.

“No, not quite.” you shook your head. A shy smile tugged at your lips and a rosy color spread across your cheeks.

“Do we know him, or is he from another cove?” Jemma continued questioning.

“You don’t know him.”

“Hmmm…” Skye hummed, looking at you. She wouldn’t let it show, but there was concern in her kind brown eyes. “Just…be careful, would you?”

“I will…I promise.”

***

You hadn’t intended to swim so close to the surface, nor had you meant to wander to the pirate ship that floated on the glittering waves. But your heart and your tail seemed to have minds of their own. And they were conspiring against you. You watched the crewmates walk across the deck on the peaceful night. The stars were so bright in the sky above, making a map of glowing diamonds.

You watched carefully for the deck boy. Peter, you had overheard. Peter Parker. There. There he was, sitting on a barrel. He was messing with a trinket from the mainland. You had no clue what it was. You had never seen anything quite like it, but you could tell from the way he held it, looked at it so carefully, that he had a strange interest in the little devices.

Cautiously, you surfaced, letting your head out of the water so you could hear him. He was deep in conversation with one of his other crewmates. He had hair so white it was almost silver, the beginnings of a beard, and he spoke with a thick accent.

“You look so lost, Peter.” the man said, a silver locket dangling from his fist. “I know how you feel. I haven’t seen my sister since The Avenger sank.”

“We’ll find her, Pietro. We’ll find the others.” he promised the man in the dark. “I know it.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I always am.” Peter offered a half-hearted smile.

“Well, I’m going to bed. Don’t stay out too late. And,” Pietro smirked. “Don’t fall overboard.”

“I won’t.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

You sighed, looking up at the deck boy. What were you doing here? It was forbidden. This was forbidden. And with great reason. If men, greedy mortal men knew of the existence of the merfolk, they would stop at nothing to take everything the creatures held dear, hunting them to extinction.

And yet, this boy, this human boy looked so kind. His eyes held all of the stars, and his skin was smooth and soft and warm. You put a hand over your mouth, fingers tracing the smooth lips that had saved his life as you remembered the feeling of his against yours. Did he even remember? Would he?

You turned to leave, but before you could, he spoke.

“Wait.” he pleaded, his voice soft. His eyes searched the shadows beside the boat frantically. He knew you were there. He could feel it with all of his being. “Please. Don’t be afraid.”

“Perhaps it’s you that should be afraid of me.” you said in a somewhat teasing tone. “After all, my kind aren’t supposed to exist.”

“A-are you-?”

“Yes.”

“Why…Why did you save me?” Peter asked. “I know it was you. I think. Unless there are more of you.”

“You fell overboard.”

“Well yeah, but-”

“You were going to die. No one, not even a man deserves that fate.” you answered simply. “I have to go. If my people know I was here, if I talked to you, Poseidon forbid…”

“Wait! Don’t leave. I…what’s your name?”

“(Y/N).” you told him against your better judgement.

“(Y/N).” he repeated. You blushed, cheeks burning red at the way your name sounded on his tongue.

“I have to go.” you stated, more seriously this time. Though he couldn’t see your face, he could hear the urgency in your tone.

“Will I ever meet you again?”

Silence.

“Yes.” you cringed as soon as the word left your mouth. You couldn’t stop the next one. “Tomorrow.”

“O-Okay! Great! Um-” he nodded, his heart fluttering. “I’ll be here.”

“See you then, Peter.” you smiled, splashing into the murky waves.

“How did you know my-” But you were already long-gone. “Name…”

***

You avoided your friends from the cove all day, careful not to speak to them too much. You didn’t want them to suspect anything. They couldn’t know you had gone to the surface, much less been caught, much lesser actually talked to him. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but your heart didn’t seem to care. You couldn’t get the youngest pirate out of your mind. Everything about him was so different than the humans you had heard of growing up.

His smile, his laugh, his kind brown eyes that held all of the stars…You felt like you were flying. It was nothing you could control. But it was a good feeling. A good sort of fiery chaos coursing through your veins.

It was late at night after all of the pirates but one had gone to bed. Peter leaned against the railing of the boat. He climbed down into the rowboat, holding a lantern. He set it in the boat and looked out on the horizon. Another clear night, and no sight of you. Maybe you had lied to him. Maybe you had been unable to find the ship. Possibilities swam through his mind, and his hopeful expression fell.

“Hey there sailor,” you greeted, popping up to rest your elbows on the edge of the boat.

“Oh my God!” he pressed a hand over his heart. You laughed at how cute he was when he was surprised. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” you smiled.

“God…you’re so beautiful…” he whispered, stunned. He had never gotten a good look at you until now.

“Thank you.” you giggled. “You’re quite cute yourself, deck boy.”

“R-really? You t-think so?”

“Well, for a human anyway,” you laughed.

“So you really are a-”

“Yep.” you waved the fin of your tail behind you. “Crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. “Crazy.”

“I take it your humans don’t know you’re here.”

“Nah. They’d think I was a madman if I told them I was staying up to meet a mermaid.”

“Maybe you are mad.” You tilted your head, grinning. “Maybe you hit your head just a bit too hard when you fell from your boat.”

“Maybe I did. That would explain why I’m talking to an angel.”

“Are you always so flirtatious or is that a new development?”

“I-I’m sorry. Am I not supposed to do that? Is that okay?”

“I suppose I’ll let it slide.” you bit your lip, your wet hand cautiously finding a place above his dry, warm one.

“You’re not going to drown me, are you?” Peter asked, brown eyes wide.

“What would be the point in saving you only to drown you?” you laughed, shaking your head. You pressed a kiss to his soft cheek, causing him to blush five shades of red. “I think you’re mistaking me for a siren, Peter. There’s a difference.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Well, I’m afraid I have to go before one of the others notices I’m missing.” You told him, glancing away. His face fell, not wanting you to leave quite yet, but he understood why. “I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

“Okay. See you soon.” He nodded, giving your hand a quick squeeze before you slipped into the water. He watched your tail twisting through the water like a fine ribbon as long as he could, but soon you were out of sight. He held a hand over his heart. Was he trembling? Had this single creature turned his limbs to jelly? Melted him to a puddle? Yes. She had. And best part was she hadn’t even tried.

***

Captain Stark gazed out his window as the mermaid splashed back into the depths. A smirk tugged at his lips. The sight of his deck boy falling head over heels for the mystical maiden tugged at his heart strings. And it brought back memories of her. The woman that had stolen his heart.

She too, was a mermaid, a beautiful mermaid by the name Virginia. But the other merfolk simply called her Pepper. She would visit the captain, back when he and Captain Rogers were co-captaining The Avenger. It was long before the crash. Long before the wreck that had split the crew in two, leaving half of them with Tony and the other half with Steve.

He met with her as often as he could, almost every night. One night, she had joined him on the ship, sacrificing her tail for a temporary pair of human legs. And after that seemingly magical evening, she vanished. He never saw her again. But that had been so long ago. Peter would have only been a glimmer in his parents’ eyes at that time.

Stark shook his head. He half-wanted to warn the boy not to get attached. Their kind never seemed to stick around long. But yet, he couldn’t bring himself to shatter the magic he saw in the boy’s eyes. He sighed. Peter would have to learn that lesson for himself.

***

Back in the cove, you sat at the mirror, combing through your long silky tresses with a shell comb. You hummed a melody to yourself, smiling. You couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. You couldn’t get the human boy out of your mind.

“I know what you’re doing, (Y/N),” one of the older mermaids, Maria stated. Her voice was warm, but firm. She had compassion, but she knew you had to stop doing what you had for the past month. Almost every night, you had snuck off to see Peter. It was too dangerous. What if the rest of the humans found out? What if they tried to take you? She couldn’t lose you. Not after she had already lost…

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone, and I knows he’s not-”

“(Y/N)? There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” Jemma swam into your chamber with Skye not far behind. “Sorry Maria, but we’re really, really late for class.”

You looked to Maria apologetically before swimming after Jemma and Skye as fast as your tails would carry you. There were no classes today, but there were plenty of shipwrecks to scavenge.

“You saved my fin,” you chuckled.

“We know.” Skye nodded. “Jemma and I might be all right with you spending your nights with a human boy, but Maria? May? They won’t be.”

“I know.” you nodded solemnly. “I can’t hide him forever. But…I don’t know. I…I care about him. A lot.”

“We know. Just be careful.”

“I will be.”

***

“Look what I found~” you sing-songed, surfacing beside the rowboat. Peter jumped, the silence of the night suddenly gone. A smile found his lips easily. You set the sack of metal trinkets in the boat. “Thought you might like them.”

“These are for me?” Peter asked, sifting through the things you had brought him. Compasses, stopwatches, silverware, candle holders, old bracelets and rings. “Where’d you find them?”

“A shipwreck not far from here. This stuff has been down there for nearly a hundred years.”

“This is so cool! Thank you,” he smiled gratefully.

“Will you help me up? Into the boat?” You asked. Peter nodded, gripping your arms and waist and helping you into the small rowboat. You sat with him, closer than you had ever been. Only your fin touched the water.

“There you go,” he smiled, cheeks red. He slipped his hand into yours, his larger fingers, intertwining with yours. “I missed you.”

“It’s been a day, Peter.”

“I still missed you.” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a little shove. “Do you…is it possible…” he shook his head. “Nevermind.”

“What?”

“It’s stupid.”

“What?”

“Is it possible for you to…stay? Here? With me?”

“You mean like all the time?”

“Well…yeah…I guess…”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? For me to just swim around the ship all the time, Peter?”

“Well…I meant like…on legs.”

“I’ve never tried. I could look into it. If you like. But…I have a life at the cove too. I can’t just leave forever.”

“I know. Maybe I could come with you? We could take turns.”

“Where did this sudden urge come from Peter? Why do you suddenly want to be attached to my hip?”

“I…I think I realized that I’m in love with you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I-”

“I love you too.” you offered a soft smile. You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He held you close, letting out a long breath. His calloused hands pressed against your back as his eyes squeezed shut. He wished he could just stay in this moment forever.

***

Weeks passed. You researched everything you could on mermaid-human transformation, but you came up blank. All of the spells were either extremely dark or undocumented. It was an impossible search. Soon, Maria caught wind of what you were trying to find and pulled you aside for a private conversation.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” she tried again, closing the curtains to the chamber.

“I know you know about Peter.” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “I know it’s not allowed, but…I love him. I’m sorry. I…I can’t control how I feel. I can’t just stop loving him…”

“I know.” she nodded, compassion in her eyes. “There’s…there’s something about your mother that none of us have ever told you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your mother…my best friend, fell in love with one of them. A human. She didn’t care about the rules. And because of it, she died.”

“What are you saying?”

“Your mother died in childbirth. She was a mermaid trying to give birth to…you. You’re…you’re not entirely merfolk. You’re one of them too. What I mean to say is you’re drawn to the human world for a reason.”

“Does that mean I can be one of them?”

“There are legends about those born of earth and of the sea. They say you can change back and forth at will, but it takes a certain motivation. Your heart has to be in it.”

“It is,” you nodded.

“Good.” Maria offered a smile and a warm embrace. Though she was worried, she knew you would be safe. You had to learn for yourself. “Go. Explore.”

***

“Peter!” for the first time ever, in broad daylight, you called to him. He nearly dropped his broom. The others on the ship looked to Natasha, the only woman on board to see if she had called, but she hadn’t. She shook her head. “Peter!”

Peter made his way to the railing of the ship and looked down at you, swimming in the water. Had you gone mad? Coming to him in broad daylight when everyone could see was dangerous to say the least.

“What are you doing here?” he yell-whispered, looking at you with fear in his eyes. Fear of what the others would say, what they would do. Stark stared at you with a look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. Something silent, reminiscent, something lost in translation. But there was something familiar about you. Something he couldn’t quite place.

“Come here,” you told him, motioning him to come down to the row boat. He did, hopping down with ease. The crew watched in disbelief as he helped you onto the small boat. Your long, heavy green tail dipped into the water slightly.

“What are you-?” he started to ask. Before another word could escape his mouth, you kissed him, pressing your lips to his softly. There was a warm feeling, deep in your stomach. It tingled, pulling and pinching and twisting. And it hurt, but it was a reassuring kind of pain. Then you felt it. You felt your tail slowly begin to split into a pair of legs, feet replacing your fins, and a pair of scaly shorts left around your hips.

You opened your eyes, peeling away from Peter to look down at them. It was bizarre, but it felt so right. Like everything in the universe finally clicked into place.

“How did you-?”

“My dad was a human. I don’t know who he was, but…because of it, I can change back and forth.”

“You’re joking.”

“No. I’m not.” you smiled. Peter helped you stand. You shook, wobbling on the strange appendages. He pulled you to his chest, holding you close for support.

“I’ve got you.” his eyes sparkled like the glittering waves surrounding the great ship. “I’ve got you.”

“Mind…introducing us to your friend, Peter?” First Mate Rhodes asked with a smirk. The others pulled the rowboat up closer to the deck. Peter helped you step onto the wooden surface. You leaned against him, waving shyly at the strangers that surrounded you.

“This is (Y/N).” Peter stated. “She’s uh…a mermaid. Kind of.”

“Kind of.” you repeated with a nod.

“Well…welcome aboard!” Tony motioned to the rest of the ship. He tried to act as though everything was normal, but it was very obvious that something was off. “I…I’m sorry for asking this, and I know it seems off, but was your mother…was her name Virginia? Did she go by Pepper?”

“How did you-?”

“And you said your father is a human, right?”

“Yeah…” you raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer, looking over every miniscule detail of your face. It finally clicked. This was your- “Dad?”

“I think so,” Stark nodded, enveloping you in his arms. He pulled you close. This was why Pepper had left. This is why. His daughter. His child. And she had found her way back to him.

“Nice to meet you…finally…” you whispered. Tears fell from your eyes. Everything seemed to fall into place.

“You too, kid.” Tony nodded. “You too,”

***

And so you learned about the human world from actual humans, alternating between living on the ship and living in the sea. Eventually, you brought your mer-friends to meet Peter and the others and introduce them to your long-lost father.

You and the other mermaids spent months searching, but after a long while, you found the other half of the Avenger’s crew on another boat called the SS Freedom. Pietro and Wanda were finally united, and the team became whole again, welcoming you to their ranks with open arms whenever you wanted to join them on the ship.

Life seemed so strange compared to the way you used to live, but you loved it in every way, thankful for the hand fate had dealt you. As you laid on Peter’s chest, listening to his soft, sleepy breaths, you couldn’t have wished for anything more in life. This was heaven, and you would never, ever get enough of it.

Pancakes

Request:
You should do a Percy one with the “why don’t you come over here and make me” thing. You can decide the rest. I would hope it’s shmexy. Danke

A/N- As soon as I read this I was squealing (≧∇≦)I’m trying to change up my writing style and become more descriptive so let me know what you think! Chu~

Cabin Number- C/N
Mortal Parent- M/P

Summary:
Pancakes are a special treat that you treasure greatly and when someone eats your pancakes things get personal, maybe too personal?

Rated F/M for Fluff&Mature Content


Waking up in your own bed was strange after you’d been sleeping on the top bunk in cabin (C/N). You can’t lie and say that it wasn’t better than lying there staring at the moonlit wooden ceiling for hours while listening to Tae- Your half-brother- hold full conversations in his sleep; His conversations were loud yet funny to listen to at times when your brain would not shut down during the late hours. Fresh air swept through the open windows, the wind picking up the scent of pine and rustling your hair against the pillow.

However this morning was something you missed very much, “Pancakes.” You mumbled as you blearily rubbed the sleep away from your eyes. You let out a sigh of contentment at the smell of your M/P’s homemade pancakes, the scent if home and security from your younger years flashing in your mind. You shifted your curled position towards the window and let a small closed lipped smile spread across your face. This is something that you treasured after every hard summer at camp, training for battle and brushing up the knowledge you had forgotten over the breaks.

The familiar sound of your M/P’s voice calling out your name through the bedroom door which was followed up by a gentle knock on the white painted wood, “Y/n! Pancakes are on the counter when you decide to grace us with your presence.”
You grinned at their usual silliness that you inherited from them, nostalgia washing over you and taking you to a complete state of nirvana solely based on happy childhood memories.

You swung your legs out of the white sheets you’d slept in and let your bare feet hit the cold, dark brown hardwood floor. You winced slightly at the harsh bite of the cold against your warm feet and stood up with a stretch of your arms. You straightened out your black spaghetti tank top and tied the strings of your grey sweats that had come undone while shuffling over to open the door and head to get breakfast. You walked down the sunlit hall to head to the kitchen that still smelled faintly of the bacon and pancakes that was cooked minutes before you’d awoken. You pushed your hair up into a messy bun with a hair bow that always stayed on your wrist and shifted your eyes between the counter with the pancakes and the table where your M/P sat eating some bacon they had snatched up from their plate and checking their emails on their phone.

“Morning, I’m here to grace you with my presence finally.” You said with a smirk and a casual walk towards your beloved pancakes to snatch two from the plate next the stove, pulling a glass plate from the cabinet. You plopped the pancakes on the plate and slid the plate over across the table to sit across from your M/P as they looked up with a grin, “It’s so good to see my little girl under this roof again. Eat up because Percy’s going to be here in a few minutes.”

You stopped pouring syrup over your Golden food and gave your M/P a confused look, “I thought it was just us today? You know, catching up and spending time together…”

“Well something came u-”

“Something always comes up when I come home! It’s like the fates want us to grow apart!”

A stern look appeared on your M/P’s face as they spoke, “Now you know that’s not true, I’m sure the-”


Knock Knock Knock


The sudden sound of a fist hitting wood echoed through the home and stopped your bickering. Your M/P stood up and straightened out their work clothes before striding over to the door to let the visitor in.

You rubbed your temples in frustration, the happiness achieved earlier had now been replaced by the sheer frustration of how cruel life is being to you; 3 months away from home without any contact, surrounded by demigods and going out to face dangerous monsters. This is how you’re rewarded.

Percy’s greeting could be heard from your seat at the table, your heart thumping and leaping at the sound of his cheery voice. Although you felt happy to have him here you just couldn’t help your bad mood.

A kiss found it’s way on your left temple, “Hello sleeping beauty~” His smooth voice seemed to lift not only your head to look at his figure, but your spirits as well. Your eyes raked over his tall stature in a observant way.

He was wearing some black sweats, a plain red t-shirt, and some black converses to match it all in some boyish way of fashion. His ebony black hair was a little more messed up than usual due to lack of combing, and his sea-green eyes held a sleepy look that screamed that he was just as tired as you and probably woke up minutes ago.

“Obviously checking out the merchandise.” He said, snapping you away from your observing, “Take a picture if I’m that hot.”

You glared at him, silently challenging him with your eyes, “Maybe I will. This probably be the last time you look good for a long time.”

Your M/P chuckled at Percy’s dropped jaw and waved their hand to gain attention,“ I’ll just grab my keys right quick and I’ll be gone. No funny business while I’m gone..”

You nodded at their words and stood up to kiss Percy, the pancakes long forgotten along with your hunger. You leaned on your tippy-ties and kissed his now pouting lips slowly. Smiling at him and tugging on his hand to follow you to the living room to sit on the couch.

You found a seat on the tan sectional couch, followed up by Percy sitting down beside you and pulling you into a cuddle. A shuffling and clicking of shoes was heard behind you while you two cuddled close,“Bye guys! I’ll be back around 6 tonight, order some Chinese if you need something to eat.” Your M/P called out from near the door,“ Love you!”

The door shut behind them, leaving you and your boyfriend in the house.

Alone.

It’s not like you’d never been alone with Percy before, I mean you two go on dates and missions together all the time. It’s just that this time felt different… Maybe it’s just that it’s a house you live in and anything could happen. Percy leans forward to pick up the remote and turn on the tv in front of you both, flipping through the channels until he was satisfied with a comedy sitcom. You sighed and cuddled into him a little more than you already were, “Will you be okay while I shower right quick?”
Percy turned his attention from the Tv to you, “Yeah I’ll be okay.. But I could always join you instead” He said with a stupid smug look on his face. You rolled your eyes and pushed off the couch to stand up,“Yeah okay.” Percy’s head shot up along with his eyes widening,“R-Really?” He stuttered in shock, you’d never said that before.

“No you moron!” You yelled with a following laugh. You shook your head and walked to your room the pick out your clothes before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

Percy let out an annoyed groan and slumped back down the couch, pulling a fluffy fur cover off the back of the couch and covering himself in it. It was very nice to just relax again and not have to worry about monsters and wars for once, to at least try to feel normal was a favorite by most demigods including himself at times. Although for now he just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, to watch movies, make memories, crack jokes, and touch you.

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say that he- like every guy- has urges. He mostly refrained during camp and missions, taking care of things himself like he usually does. There were times where you two were intimate, but only two or three times in with span of the two years you’d been together. Most guys wouldn’t be down for that kind of relationship with that low of a sex life, but Percy wasn’t in it just for sex, he was in it because he loved you.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body and immediately went to brush your teeth and brush your hair. After your mouth tasted like mint instead of morning breath and your hair was brushed and pulled up in a bun once more, you decided to pull on your clothes. You decided on wearing a light blue t-shirt with black writing that said, “It is what it is” which matched well with black leggings you wore. Finally satisfied with your look of bare face and comfortable clothing, you stepped out to face your boyfriend.

You stepped into the living room only to met with the sound of Who Framed Roger the Rabbit being played on TV. You furrowed your brows and stepped warily to the kitchen where he stood at the counter with a smile.

He was eating your pancakes.

“What the Hades! Percy those are mine, my M/P made them for me!” You whined like a small child who has gotten her toy taken away. Percy chuckled and raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, “Who said they were for you? He/She could have made them for me and not told you.” You let out a groan of irritation and pointed your index finger at him with a fixed glare on him,“ Put. Those. Down.” He stared at you, feigning an innocent look while taking a huge chunk of the golden food and shoving it his mouth, “ Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

You marched over and grabbed the plate from his grip before angrily slamming it on the counter. Percy chuckled and fought to keep the grin from stretching across his face, you were cute when mad… But if you’re furious that’s when you’d be more scary than cute. You shoved him down to the floor and straddled him and held his wrists down above his head, “Those were my pancakes, Jackson.” You growled at him, unknowingly pushing your clothed heat against his groin. Percy let out a small moan at this pressure against him, which made you aware of your actions. With a devilish smirk you grind your hips down on his to create a friction for the both of you,“What’s wrong?” You ask when you see his eyes close in bliss, your voice sickly sweet.

To tease a little more you let go of his wrists and got off of him, deciding that if he wanted you then he’d chase after you. Percy sat up quickly and looked after your sauntering form retreating from him, “Hold on, where are you going?” He questioned while standing up, obviously turned on. You glanced at him over your shoulder and kept walking until you got to the point where he couldn’t see you anymore if you continued on,“I’m going to bed now because I want to. Is there a problem?” You smirked at him once more just to gauge his reaction. Percy shook his head and started waking towards you, “The only problem is that you’re a tease and being really mean on purpose. I want to spend time with you and that’s that.” He stopped a few feet away from you and gave you a stern look, him being turned on obvious because of his tent in his sweat pants. A mischievous glint gleamed in your e/c eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

That sentence was enough confirmation for him to charge towards you, you barely catching the dark lust in his eyes before you were swung over his shoulder and carried to your room. You hardly had any time to register the fact that you were about to have sex with your boyfriend for the first time since the end of last summer. You wished you two could be intimate more often, but sadly it was nearly impossible at camp and here at home. It was either parents or monsters always interrupting the mood with their presence and finally there was no one to stop either of you.

Percy laid you down on your bed and crawled on top of you, his right arm holding up his weight on the left of side you. His slowly dropped his mouth to yours and capture your lips in a gentle yet heated kiss, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. With his free hand he softly traced along the inside of your thigh, slowly closing in on its true target. You felt a trickle of arousal start to pool between your thighs at his featherlight touches, trying to distract yourself from that fact by threading your fingers through his messy locks and pushing your breasts against his chest which made him growl into the kiss and slid his tongue teasingly on your bottom lip before biting it tenderly. You moaned at the teasing move and let Percy slip his tongue in your mouth and tangle with yours.

Your mind was racing with a constant monologue of, “Ohmygodsthisishappeningwhatthehadesrespondtohimyouidiot” and your heart was creating a gymnastics routine in your chest. Your need for oxygen getting close and more desperate than your need to be touched.

Percy must’ve sensed that because not even a few seconds later he pulled away from your lips and tugged your shirt over your head, throwing it over his shoulder and behind him. He brought his lips down your jaw line, your neck, your collarbone. He slowly sucked your skin, licking the bruises he knew he was leaving behind. You bit your lip in effort to suppress an airy moan, hands snaking up to rub his shoulders and neck as the muscles beneath as they tensed beneath your touch. Percy lifted his head to admire the purple forming across every place his mouth touched on your smooth skin. His usual welcoming sea green eyes now seemed like a dark hurricane boring straight into your very own e/c eyes with lust and want.

You bit the corner of your lip and let your eyes flick down to his clothed chest, tugging on the materiel and slipping your hand underneath to feel his toned chest beneath your digits. Taking the hint that you wanted his shirt gone, he threw it away to join your own somewhere, leaving him exposed to you. You stared in awe of his body before you got desperate to see it all, It had been too long since you’d seen him fully exposed. Your hands clumsily fiddled with the string tie of his sweats and pulling them down quickly to reveal his strained, grey boxers.

You eyed his erection greedily until a chuckle made your gaze snap up to Percy’s face where a smile adorned his lips before he started to hook his fingers in your black leggings and tug then down, “Now were fair and square.” He commented quietly, taking in your matching set of lacy nude and royal blue undies and taking a particular liking to the thong you sported. He carefully crawled back on top of you, making sure you weren’t being crushed by himself. Looking down at you, Percy bit his lip and smiled slightly, “You look so sexy, babe,” He dipped his head and planted a kiss on your lips, “I love you.” He reached behind you and removed your bra.
“I love yo- AHH~!” You moaned loudly as his perfect lips wrapped around your nipple and that sinfully skilled tongue flicked over it. His fingers started playing with the other one, and you moaned out his name. A shiver ran down his spine when he heard his name come out as a moan, and it made him harder.

You could feel it.

His erection pressing against your thigh and nearing your heart with every little move of his body. You needing bucked up your hips against his with a small whine leaving your lips. Percy groaned and decided to get straight to it all seeing as he wouldn’t make it for too long. He lifted his lips from your nipple and brought his lips to your mouth, his tongue meshing with yours. Once oxygen was becoming a problem, he pulled away and trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down your abdomen and down your panties. A sweet moan dripped from your lips and sounded like bells from Elysium had just rung in his ears. He kissed over your needy and clothed core before hooking his teeth around the strap line and dragging them off with his teeth. You gasped and almost screamed out when his tongue suddenly flicked over your clit. You bucked your hips unintentionally as he pushed his tongue into you. You gave up trying to suppress your moans as he rubbed his tongue all around inside you, lapping up all of your juices. He retracted his face from between your legs and returned his attention to your aching nipples. You were in sensory overload and were a complete moaning mess.
Then his finger suddenly breached your entrance.
You screamed in pleasure and bucked your hips every time he slowly thrusted in. Then he added a second finger, but moved even slower, seeing the discomfort on your face. Then, when you had adjusted, he added a third. You were quickly becoming a mess.

Percy looked up at your face to try to read your feelings, but alas your face was a mixed emotion of pleasure and discomfort. It had been sometime since you were active so he understood and continued on slowly until your voice moaning out his name was ringing throughout the room. He quickly discarded his boxers and crawled back up to be face to face with you.

His face hovered over yours for a second. “Are you ready?” You nodded quickly, and after grabbing a condom from your beside drawer and slipping it on, he positioned himself at your entrance. Then, the one thing you had been waiting for, the one thing you had been craving began to slowly push inside your body.
He moaned out, “Schist , baby. You’re so tight. You feel so good. You’re so perfect.” His words were music to your ears.
You closed your eyes in concentration and tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, to be completely honest, it hurt.
Noticing your change almost immediately, Percy was quick to check on you, “Are you okay?” His voice genuinely concerned.
You nodded and murmured a quiet, “Go ahead,” to him as consent.

“Babe…____ we can stop if you want,” He caressed the side of your face, “Do you want to keep going?” You nodded sharply. He hesitated for a moment and continued slowly until he was hilt deep.
You two stayed in that position for what seemed like hours. He kissed you everywhere his mouth could reach to try to take your mind off the pain. Slowly but surely, the pain turned into a dull ache, and you said you were ready.
Percy brought his lips back to yours and you allowed his tongue to enter. Then, he slowly started moving out and back in. It took a few gentle thrusts, but eventually your pained moans turned into pleasured ones. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as he started thrusting faster and faster. He suddenly hit one spot and you screamed out, “There! Shit right there, Percy!” You were moaning loudly and screaming out his name as he hit that spot over and over again. You clawed at his back leaving red marks, but you didn’t care. And you knew he didn’t either.
Then you hit your climax. You screamed out his name again, and he moaned yours out loudly as your walls squeezed tightly around his member, and he reached his climax and came. He continued to thrust into you as he rode out his orgasm, and then collapsed on top of you.

He rolled off the condom and disposed of it in the trash before crawling back onto the bed with you. Sweaty bodies cuddled up together and pants mixing in with the others.
Percy stroked the side if your face, sweeping back stray hairs as he did, “Are you okay? I know it’s not your first time, but you still had me worried about you…” He admitted.

Your eyes sleepily opened to meet his in what felt like a daze, “
It’s been a while since I’ve been touched so of course it’s gonna hurt similar to the first time.” Percy nodded understandingly, yet his face still held worry. Typical Perseus Jackson.
You lightly pinched his arm, making him yelp and glare at you, “Why’d you do that?” He whined.
You grinned at his cuteness and closed your eyes, drifting off as you answered,

“Because you’re a moron who cares too much.”

“Love you too.”

Phillip x Reader: Modern! AU

its not even a surprise this is in a modern au lets be real 

Words: 930

Warning: fLuff

Request:  I saw this on Instagram and I was like, “aw that’s so cute!!! IM DOING IT.” so yeah

A/N: I wrote this in five minutes, im actually somewhat proud of it. & I’m not even gonna bother with bolding this anymore my computer is jacked

y/f = your friend ((duh??)) 

A.L is just study hall

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You hastily pushed all of you books in your bag. You were late for the bus, yet again.

It was Wednesday, and on Monday is when finals had started. Everyday you would go home, drink a couple cups of coffee, and cram as much information as you could in your brain. It caused you to either get two hours of sleep, or pull all-nighters.

It was stressful, to say at the least.

“Bye, mom! Love you!” You got cut off as you ran out the door, you never got to hear her response as you ran towards the bus doors that were closing.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait,” you said, breathing heavily. Your bus driver rolled their eyes and opened the door, you gave a sarcastic smile, “Thanks.”

“Don’t let it happen again, you may just get kicked off my bus,” they threatened. You winced and walked towards the back of the bus anyways.

You found an empty seat and let out a heavy breath as you sat down, then you felt a poke on your shoulder, it was your friend.

“You okay? You look stressed,” y/f asked. You gave them an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ look,

“It’s finals week,” you stated bluntly.

Y/f let out a breathily laugh, “Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Yeah,” you said, turning around. You cursed yourself for forgetting your headphones, you didn’t want to converse with anyone on your bus.

The bus halted to a stop when another kid got on, you knew who he was.

His name was Phillip Hamilton, and he was one of the 'popular’ students at school. At least, he was with his friends.

Phillip was quiet when by himself, or with people he didn’t know, it seemed unlike him, but it’s just the way it was. Around his friends he was loud and obnoxious, using dumb pick up lines that somehow worked on girls.

It was mostly his looks, that got the girls. They didn’t care what he said, because Phillip was talking to them. He had short curly hair, and lots of freckles that covered his face; you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He was also very confident, he always stood taller than everyone else.

He came and sat down next to you, not saying a word. You looked out the window as he set his backpack on his lap, pulling out something. You heard a clicking sound, and as your curiousity got the best of you, you looked over.

He had some index cards, and a pen in hand. You were happy he didn’t catch you watching, he probably would have thought you were weird. You couldn’t see what he was writing on the index card, so you just took a guess.

He’s probably finishing flash cards, you thought, before finals


At lunch, you headed outside in the courtyard, off to find your group of friends, who you almost instantly found. They waved you over at one of the concrete tables.

“Hey guys,” you yawned, almost to the point where they couldn’t understand.

Y/f laughed, “Hey, y/n, how’s it going?”

“I hate school, I almost fell asleep already.”

“Yeah, finals suck.”

Your conversation was cut off when some loud laughs erupted the air. You turned around to see a couple tables away, Phillips group of friends.

They were laughing and pushing him around playfully, holding his index cards. He was rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

Were they making fun of him for studying? you questioned yourself, that’s kind of stupid.

“Y/n?” Y/f asked, snapping their fingers in front of your face, “You’re staring.”

You turned around and faced your table, “Sorry, I was just… Thinking…”

“Oh, you’ve got a crush!” They teased, you rolled your eyes, heat creeping up to your cheeks,

“Whatever,” you muttered, opening your bag of food.


You dragged yourself out of your last class, off to A.L., it wasn’t your favorite thing, but it did give you time to study.

On your way, you ran into someone. “Oh sorry,” you let out a breathily laugh, “I didn’t see where I was going.”

You looked up to see Phillip, your stomach flipped. He looked surprised to see you, his eyes were as wide as saucers. You looked at his hand to see him clutching the index cards from earlier in his hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” You questioned, still knowing it probably wasn’t your business.

“Can I… Can I talk to you for a second, y/n?” Phillip asked.

“Uh… Sure,” you said, raising your eyebrows, not knowing he knew your name.

He looked around and pulled you to the side of the hallway where it wasn’t as busy. Phillip looked down at the index cards for a quick moment,

“Hey so… Uh, are you,” Phillip looked at his notecards, “from heaven, because you–” he accidently dropped his cards on the ground, “Oh, shitfuck oh god I’m sorry. You’re just really– so pretty,” he bent down and picked them up.

You had a smile on your face as he looked up at you, he was blushing furiously, as he fumbled through his cards, “I… Uh, don’t have any cards for this situation…” He took his right hand and scratched the back of his neck.

“Phillip, are you trying to ask me out?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh, that depends… Is it working?”

“Maybe…” You smiled up at him.

“Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, at 6? We can, uh, study together.”

“A study date? I like it. I’ll see you then,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek, walking away with a big smile on your face.

You couldn’t wait for the bus ride home.

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Jungkook x Reader smut where you caught Jungkook jerking off and you give him a blowjob


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When Jungkook had sent to you a text to come over, you were a little reluctant. It was late, you had things to do when you get home and you knew the boys would be tired from their day and you didn’t want to disturb them.

However, Jungkook was relentless and sent you a whirlwind of spam via texts, snapchat and the little brat had even called you numerous times only to say please jagi repeatedly down the phone. With a heavy sigh, you told him maybe, and you might pop in if you had the time. That seemed to be good enough for him and he stopped bothering you about it for the day, only messaging you to ask if you were staying for dinner.

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day four/five: matching

pairing: jace/simon
word count: 3.5k~
a/n: hello and welcome to my own personal nanowrimo challenge, where instead of trying to write a novel this month, i will try to write a short drabble every day (some days longer than others, depending on my time) based on prompts i take from everywhere (feel free to request stuff if you want!) in order to get myself out of the weird writersblock i’ve been stuck in lmao.

i barely had time to write on day four, so i decided to push four and five together and write a bit of a longer one :) this time inspired by an irl thing that happened to me where i kept showing up to school assembles in a suit that matched the one my arch nemesis was wearing lmao

It all starts going downhill on a Monday, which Simon honestly doesn’t find really surprising. Monday’s are always hell at the office, and because the universe for some inexplicable reason absolutely hates Simon, it’s only logic it’ll try to make it even worse.

To top of the usual Monday madness (the coffee machine is broken again, the printer is making that weird possessed noise again, Isabelle is late again, honestly, sometimes Simon wonders how they get anything done around here) it is also a deadline week, which just inevitably ads to the chaos. They’re a monthly magazine, for the love of god. They had an entire month to prepare for this week. Yet, for some reason, they always need to do everything last minute.

For being so future oriented, Simon thinks, as he gets into the elevator, the fashion world is absolutely horrible with deadlines. He presses the button for the dreaded twelfth floor and thumps his head back against the elevator wall as he watches the numbers on the small led display climb.

If you’d asked Simon in college where he could see himself in ten years, consulting accountant at a fashion magazine probably wouldve been the last thing he would’ve told you. Yet, here he is, ten years later, working for Nephilim, one of the most influential fashion magazines in the world.

(Which Simon honestly thinks is a bit ridiculous, since it’s practically run by children who have no concept of money whatsoever and who are actually going to be the death of him one of these days.)

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oneshot #2 - miss me with the bullshit - pt.2 | @savoy-not-some-boy

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