Some Quarantine Lovin’

Can I request a tasm spider man x reader imagine, where Peter is upset about something and then he takes a shower to try to calm down and then the reader decides to join him and says some sweet words to him to try to cheer him up. Not necessarily sexual content but just fluff and trying to comfort him 😇 pleaaase 🥰

AN | This got a lil but also really soft so I hope you like it❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings | Dad!Peter, Mentions of Death [fire, accident]

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d known Peter for a long time now. Since you were just kids, really, and that seemed so far away from the responsibilities and life you led now. 

But it also meant that you knew him incredibly well. You knew him on a level so deep that it was almost incomprehensible sometimes. He knew you too, knew you better than you knew yourself which, like most things, was both a blessing and sometimes a curse.

It meant that you knew something was wrong as soon as Peter came home. From the way he opened the window, to how he hopped in and landed on his feet, to the weary sigh that escaped his lips, you knew that something was wrong. Off. 

“Peter?” you kept your voice quiet, knowing he’d be able to hear you regardless, in order to prevent the baby from waking up. He didn’t say anything in response which caused you to frown slightly. You hated the mere idea that he was upset about anything. You looked down at your daughter, still sleeping and none the wiser, and stroked her chubby cheek, “good night, my sweet girl. I love you so much.”

You ensured that the night light was on and left the door open just a crack before walking down the hall to your bedroom where you knew he was. You rapped your knuckles against the door before opening it quietly when he didn’t respond. He was sitting on the bed, half dressed and staring out the window, watching the raindrops hit the window and slide down. He didn’t even turn around to face you.

“Hey my love,” you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to well up and run down your cheeks as you slowly walked over to him. Peter remained silent but turned his head ever so slightly in your direction so you could see his profile. You spied the frown that seemed to be etched on his features.You padded over to him, sitting next to him on the bed, setting a hand on top of his, “Peter.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat before you noticed his shoulders slump and he leaned into you. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you pulled him into your body as best as you could, peppering kisses to the side of his head. It was then that you noticed he was trembling and shaking, along with feeling cold. 

Usually if one of the two of you had to be strong it was Peter, but tonight it was going to have to be you. And you had no problem taking care of him because you loved him so deeply and desperately. 

You slowly and gently stood up and moved in front of him, holding out your hands to him, “c’mon, love.”

After a few beats he gave you a single nod and put his hands in yours. You only had to tug lightly before he stood up in front of you. Before you could say anything else, he hugged you, hanging onto you as though he was afraid you’d disappear, like this was the last time he’d get to do this. 

You melted into his touch, rubbing his back in soothing patterns as he buried himself into you as best as he could. It didn’t matter that he was taller and larger, you’d be his support no matter what. 

After a few moments, you slowly lowered your arms from around him and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the ensuite bathroom. He followed along wordlessly, stopping in the doorway when you dropped his hands. You turned on the shower and let it warm before slowly stripping off your clothes and tossing them to the side. Peter watched you intently, almost nothing written on his face, but you knew that your Peter was in there somewhere. 

You turned around and reached for the neck of his suit. He’d barely managed to pull the mask off before he realized that the energy it would take was too much. You slowly pulled the fabric down his chest and arms, appraising him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He seemed to be all in one piece as you finished pulling the suit down his legs and helping him to kick it off along with his boxers. 

“Here,” you took his hand again and ushered him into the shower, letting him stand under the warm spray of water. You could see some of the tension leave him as his shoulders relaxed slightly, “you don’t have to talk about anything, Peter. But I hope you know, and I know you know, that I’m here for you, no matter what and however you need.”

He made a small sound and you took that as him answering your question in the affirmative. You stood behind him but wrapped your arms around his middle, trying to envelope him with your warmth and touch. You pressed a few kisses to his shoulders before resting your cheek against his back. Peter didn’t move, only put a hand on top of yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

After a while, you let go of him and gently turned him around so he was facing you. Brushing his hair out of his face, you reached for the shampoo. You popped the bottle open and gave him a tender look, “may I?”

“Please,” he almost choked on the singular word as you chanced a small smile at him. You poured some of the liquid into your hand before lathering up his hair and lightly massaging his scalp. It was always one of your favorite things - when Peter washed your hair - and you hoped he liked it as much. 

Peter remained still but you could feel him leaning into your touch as you washed and conditioned his hair and scrubbed his worn, tired body. Anything to comfort him, you would try. Really, you would do anything for him, for your husband. 

You made quick work of washing your hair; when you opened your eyes once you were done with rinsing, you found him watching you with tears running down his cheeks. Despite the steady spray of water, you could easily tell that they were tears. 

“Oh, my love,” you didn’ hesitate to pull him into you, clinging onto him like a koala, “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“It’s my fault,” he choked out, squeezing you a little tighter, “it’s all my fault.”

You found yourself already tearing up as you held him, wishing he never had to feel that way, “let it out, love, I’ve got you.”

“It’s my fault,” he repeated softly, “I was too late. Too slow.”

“Peter,” you pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat, putting your hand on his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek, “what happened?”

“There was a fire,” it was hard to hear him clearly between his small sobs and that was enough to break your heart, “I was helping a couple of families out of their apartment building…”

Your heart sank further into the pit of your stomach as you tried to control your breathing.

“They had a little girl,” he choked and immediately you understood what happened. If it was possible for your heart to break further it would have done so, “she was trapped and I-I went to get her but I was too late.”

“Peter,” you took his face in your hands, turning his face to meet yours, “my sweet Peter.”

“It was a little girl,” his lip wobbled with effort as he tried not to cry further, “she probably wasn’t much older than our daughter.”

And that was what broke him - and you - and couldn’t contain his grief any longer. There had been many times throughout the years when he blamed himself for an unfavorable outcome, when he took the brunt of the blame for what happened. But you knew this hit home more than anything. That he couldn’t help but imagine it was his daughter.

You’d learned over the years not to say it’s okay because you knew that sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes things were terrible and horrible and not okay. 

"Peter," you whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm so sorry that her family has to go through that. No one should have to, and I know anything I can say or do won't make it better. But you can't blame yourself for this, Peter. It wasn't your fault and I know you, so I know you did your best. I know that's hard to believe right now, but it's true, and I'll keep reminding you. I love you so, so very much."

All he could manage was a teary nod, as you sighed softly. You hated that he had to go through this, that there was nothing you could do to make it better. It was the worst feeling. All you could do right now was to remind him of how loved he was.

The two of you remained in the comforting warmth of the shower until the water started to run cold. Pulling Peter out of the shower, you dried him off with a big, fluffy towel and helped him into clean, fresh pajamas. It wasn't much, but you hoped it would be somewhat of a comfort. 

“Let’s get into bed,” you whispered, pulling down the covers of the bed. You reached for his hand and pulled him closer, giving him a tight squeeze before shuffling him under the warm covers. He burrowed into the covers, pulling them tightly around his body. You moved to the other side and slipped into your half of the bed. Peter wrapped and arm around your middle and pulled you closer to him, the two of you watching each other, faces close on the pillow.

You offered him a little half smile before reaching over and brushing some of his unruly locks out of his face. Before you could pull away, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. The tender gesture was enough to make you relax, even if ever so slightly. 

“Peter,” you whispered, “I know you did your best today, and I know it’s going to hurt for a long time, but it’ll feel better eventually.”

“How?” he croaked, “how do you know I did my best?”

“Because I know you, my love,” you trailed your fingers along his jaw, “and you never do anything without giving it your all. You put everything you have into everything you do. That’s just the man you are - a very good man.”

He fell silent, but gave you a little half nod. The two of you were silent for some time, simply studying each other. You could feel his fingers absentmindedly tracing along your exposed skin, causing you to melt. Eventually you were both almost asleep when you heard a few soft cries and whimpers crackling over the baby monitor. 

You noticed the way Peter’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. You shook your head before slowly pulling away from, “I’ll go and check on her.”

You padded out of the room and down the hall to the nursery to see what was going on with your daughter. Cracking the door open, you heard her cries stop for a moment at the sound of the door. 

“Lilly,” you whispered her name as you peeked inside her crib. She was looking up at you, big brown eyes bright and curious. You stroked her cheek, wiping away the few crocodile tears that had run down, “what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

She made a small sound, almost like a huff as though you should have known exactly what was going on. Gently reaching into the crib, you picked her up and held her to your chest, lightly bouncing her for a moment, “I think I know just what you need.”

You walked back to your bedroom, and by the time you made it, she was calmed down and almost back to sleeping. Peter looked up as soon as you walked in, sitting up when he realized you’d brought Lilly with you. 

“Peter,” you gingerly got back into bed, making sure not to disturb either of them. You sat up and looked at him with nothing short of pure reverence, “I think she wants you.”

“I don’t know…” and yeah. He was hurting and upset, but there was nothing he loved more than his daughter - and you of course. He choked up for a moment before gently taking her from your arms. She fussed for just a moment before realizing that it was him and then buried herself into him as much as she could, wanting to be as close to him as possible. That was what broke him, causing him to realize just how deeply he loved the both of you, how he would do anything for you, and that he did his best. What happened wasn’t fair to anyone, but he did his best, always. Because at the end of the day, he always wanted to be able to tell his daughter that he did best, “my baby girl.”

You caught his eye and nodded, stroking over her back before resting your hand on his shoulder, “I love you, Peter Parker. So much, and so does she. You’ll always be our hero.”

“I know,” he kissed her little cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you’re my hero too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “I know this has been a hard night, but things will look different tomorrow - a new perspective. And we’ll figure out something we can do to help these people, okay? I promise.”

“Okay,” he looked between you and Lilly and sniffled slightly, “okay. I love you.”

“I know,” you promised fiercely, “we’ll figure this out together. You’re not alone, and you never will be, Peter. I love you.”

In his arms Lilly cooed softly before wrapping a tiny hand around his fingers. In her own little way, she was telling him she loved him too. 

Things would be okay - maybe not now or soon, but eventually. Especially with the two of you at his side.

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Chewy wife

Rewatching Scream for the nth time today and I cannot get over how fucking unhinged and chaotic the entire movie is.

Like don't get me wrong, I fucking love this movie and it's a fantastic commentary on horror movies and stereotypes within slasher fics. But it's also such a good commentary on how inept teen boys are as slashers and how useless the police force is in these movies.

I cannot take any of the chase scenes seriously because of the amount of times Billy & Stu fall over or get hit by things. Like... They're so bad at staying on their feet. I feel like I need to count the amount of times they fall over in this damned movie because it's low-key slapstick. And Dewey... Oh my god, the scream when he's holding the mask and Sid scares him by opening the door, it cracks me up every time. Not to mention Randy "EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT" Meeks, the hyperfixation special interest is so real, so many of his lines are so damn quotable. The satire in this movie is on point.

Anyway, not a new opinion, I know, but the whole cast and crew are genuises for creating this masterpiece. End rant. Also... The sound track to this movie... *Chefs kiss"

Hi bestie! You’re awesome! Can you do a Jack Frost and Fem! Reader where Jack saves her from Pitch and they find out she’s actually a really powerful guardian but she doesn’t know it?

Yes, of course! Absolutely! And this is indeed a very good idea so thank you, dear bestie! //hopefully I don't mess things up since this is my first serious post on this app--- HERE WE GO!!//

Jack Frost x Fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, sad fluff

wordcound: 2.490

A/N: Hello, seekers! As I've mentioned, it's my first time posting on here so I really hope you enjoy!! And if you do, please share/interact, it will help a small writer like me grow. Love y'all!

Troublemaker

The moon shone brighter than ever that night. The night when Y/N found herself into the dark woods having no idea how she even got there. She was walking around, observing her surroundings, wondering where she even was and why was she there. Everything was dark, but after a while she got used to it. As she kept walking she realized her body wasn’t feeling right. Something was changed about her. The girl looked to her right, only to find an empty part of the forest, right inside its heart. There were fewer trees there, and she felt drawn to it. It was like a spell that took a toll on her mind and body alike.

“Where.. what is this? Where am I?” Y/N peeked through the dead twigs of the still-standing trees. “This part of the forest looks like it was burned to the ground! But what or—who would even do that?” The girl couldn’t help but gasp in fear as she heard an actual response to all of her questions.

“This forest was cursed by me…” a low whisper tickled her ears, but when she turned around, no one was actually there. “Your questions shall be answered… soon…”

Looking around once again, the girl finds herself facing The Moon. A whole moon, a lot bigger than it ever was. It looked magical, almost sacred.

“This is… weird. Who’s there? Can anyone help me? I got lost inside the woods and I am scared!” Step by step, Y/N walked closer and closer towards the empty spot. There the moon – no, The Moon, shone brighter on her than it did before she got there. This time, her questions remained unanswered. Whatever bodyless presence was there, it seems like it had vanished.

The Moon lured her closer and closer to the middle of the area, like it had been trying to tell her something. Y/N was both amazed, stunned and creeped out. Then, she heard the whispers again, but this time, it was.. different. Those new whispers were warmer, seemed safer to listen to and offered a feeling of protection.

“You are trapped here, my child.” The kind voice whispered. “Now I am not powerful enough to get you out of here, but fear not, for you will eventually be freed. I will help you.” It seemed like the one who talked this time was… The Moon? But how? How could a.. moon speak?

A few weeks had passed by, and Y/N was still trapped in the same forest. She felt weirder and weirder. She was neither hungry nor thirsty. She hadn’t slept a minute nor did she feel tired. It was all so strange and new, yet she got used to it so quickly that it made her worry about her own sanity. After all, she WAS physically alone, and the occasional whispers did not help one bit. She began questioning everything, even her own existence. And then, it happened. The shadow. It crossed her path. What kind of shadow is that, if it’s placed in thin air, and not on the ground? Well, she was about to find out.

“Hello.”

One simple word made our heroine go all guards up.

“YOU!”

“Me!”

“I know that voice! Why won’t you leave me alone!? Free me already, I’ve had enough of your scary wannabe games!”

Then the shadow harshly and brutally moved from its spot right in front of her. “MAKE ME!”

And it all went black.

“Where am I?” the girl asked, looking around. She found herself into a very bright place with yellow tendencies. It was as if gold could emanate light.

“Do not be afraid, my child, for I am to help you finally escape and find the truth.” The familiar warm whisper tickled her senses. But this time, the voice had a body. It was as if the person standing in front of her was made out of bright, warm yellow light. Kindness.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you. Aren’t you the one who.. protected me during my stay at the…” Y/N got dizzy, her memories of what happened before she got to the golden place were flooding back to her. ”dark… forest… What is this place actually?” Now, she was curious. And she would take the chance to finally unravel all of these mysteries.

“Others like you used to call me The Man In The Moon.”

“Wait, others like..me? What do you mean?”

“You will soon find out, Y/N. For I’ve always kept my word.” And with that, everything began to vanish around her. “All will be revealed, my child” //yes, it’s been a reference to X-Men: Apocalypse all along thank me later bye//

Moments later, Y/N was finally opening her eyes, and the sight that welcomed her was.. at least hard to believe. Right in front of her, there was a fight. The poor girl recognized one being there – the black shadow – a strange man calling himself Pitch Black. But as mentioned before, it was a fight, so he wasn’t alone. On the other side was a handsome, young looking, white haired boy. He was fighting his hardest to free Y/N from the chains tied all around her thin fragile body. Wait, chains?—

They were fighting and shouting things at eachother. As Y/N struggled to break free, she managed to listen in and learned that the boy fighting for her was Jack Frost. She somehow recognised that name even tho she didn’t remember much from before the cursed forest.

Jack – the boy fighting – seemed to have some sort of weird ice powers since he kept attacking the darker entity with mini blizzards and ice bullets. He kept on throwing… ducking… attacking… until his last bits of power and energy. He tried to come closer and unchain you several times, but all was in vain. Jack was indeed scary-powerful, but this Pitch Black guy was way too much for Jack alone at this point. After a very long fight, Jack finally collapsed onto the ground. Pitch was inches close to stabbing Jack with his solid, poisonous dark sand. But just then, Y/N felt it. It was too soon to be over for him, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him die for her. Not now, not ever. Not when she felt this strong connection to him. Just then, she felt her blood rushing and boiling inside her veins. She could feel this weird, new sensation. Like, some sort of power, covering her whole being, bursting from the inside, demanding to roam free. Then it happened. She burst with unknown power. Her golden light showered the entire forest, and it looked like it burned Pitch Black. Maybe that was the secret, after all! He’s made of dark, while Y/N seemed to have control over the light she was enveloped by inside The Moon. That’s it! She can free herself and win this fight! After all this time, all of the secrets would be revealed to her! She had to give it a try. The girl gained all of the light inside of her and blasted it all out on Pitch Black, who simply melted away, yelling that this wasn’t the last she’s seen of him.

Eventually, Y/N rushed towards Jack’s body, hoping that it wasn’t too late for him. But as she touched him, something weird happened. Not as weird as her previous burst of power, but still strange enough to give her the chills. His whole body lightened with her golden light. Jack coughed, opening his eyes.

“Y/N… What happened to you? Why are you like this?” the winter spirit faintly asked.

“Like this? Like what? And who are you, Jack Frost? Why… Why do I feel like I know you already?” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“That’s because you do know me, ah—.. at least you used to..” Jack’s bright blue eyes showed a flash of hurt as his words sank in. The boy tried to get up in a sitting pose, but was unsuccessful and his sudden dizziness almost made him fall back down. Luckily, he was caught in time by Y/N. “y-yea.. a-anyway… Why did you die..? WHO HURT YOU?! Was it Pitch—“ He quickly got up, but just as fast as he did, he fell right back down.

“WHOA-! Slow down, slow down! On the first hand, take it easy! You’re hurt!” she gently stroke his cheek “On the second hand now…die!? What?? I’m right here, can’t you see!?” she nervously explained.

“You.. you don’t know? Haven’t he told you?”

“He? Who’s he?”

“The Man In The Moon. Haven’t he told you? Wait… don’t tell me. I bet you didn’t even know you had powers up to this point.”

“True… Alright, so explain it to me. Who are you, why do I feel this strong connection to you and what’s happening? Why do you think I am dead?”

“Because so am I.” he sighs. “Since neither of us can walk out of this forest in the state we are right now, I guess we have enough time for me to explain.” The boy explained. “Let’s begin from the start. First off.. we—… Baby tooth? What are you doin— Oh! good fairy! Look, she brought you your teeth!” Jack excitedly announced.

“My… what?”

“Your teeth! Toothiana collects everyone’s teeth, the entire world. They hold the most important memories one has, and she opens these little golden boxes everytime someone needs to remember the most important things.” Jack sits up, this time he manages to maintain a good balance. He then warmly but carefully speaks again. “Y/N, these are your memories. Do you want them?” the snow spirit happily hands the box to her and she stares at it for a while before confidently smiling.

“Yes, Jack. I want to know the truth.” The small fairy then activates the box, and Y/N’s eyes are then filled with flashbacks that feel too real to be fake.

“Jack! Come, quick! I want to ask you something!” Y/N excitedly called for the brown haired boy. His deep, dark, soul consuming eyes wandered to her E/C ones as he came closer to the beautiful girl that was formerly behind him.

“Of course! What is it, princess?” He eagerly awaited for Y/N’s question.

“There you are, Mr. Troublemaker! Come here!” The joy could be seen in her eyes as she was watching him – her all in one best friend and the… -

She notices the hint of adoration that Jack wasn’t even trying to hide anymore as he tightly wrapped his arms around her thin torso, staring right into her E/C eyes.

“Your Troublemaker.” Jack sealed his statement with a sweet, tender kiss.

“My Troublemaker” Y/N mumbles back between small kisses as she was placing them all over his face. Jack couldn’t help but feel excited about what was to come. Y/N’s birthday was in two days and he had the perfect gift for her. “Jack, I wanted to ask you—“

“Can it wait for a bit? I have to show you something!” he excitedly explained, running towards a tree from nearby, grabbing something he had hidden there.

“Sure.. I guess!’’ Jack came back with a pair of ice skates, carefully handing them to Y/N.

“Your birthday is in two days, and I prepared a gift for my princess. These skates are only the first part of it. My father and I made them! Do you like them?” His eyes were flickering with hope and joy.

“Jack.. these are amazing, but you know.. I don’t know how to skate!” the girl replied awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll teach you! That’s all part of my birthday plan for you!” Y/N was about to burst with happiness, seeing that her boyfriend carefully thought of everything. And without even thinking too much about it, she rewarded him with a tight, loving hug.

“I was about to ask you if you were up for some time together for my birthday, but it seems like you’re a step ahead of me.”

“Always!” he playfully chuckled, planting a sweet kiss on top of her forehead.

As Y/N’s mind jumped from a flashback into another, the next memory wasn’t just as beautiful as the others she’d just lived once again.

It was Y/N’s birthday. She was eagerly awaiting for her boyfriend to come back from the ice. Since they were not the only one gathered around the frozen lake, he told everyone to wait until he comes back. He went to test the ice, but for some reason, he went in bare foot. A familiar little girl was too excited for her adventure on the lake and she followed him right away. The ice cracked. The little girl froze on place and Jack, the brave hero he was, he did his best and saved her. But at what cost…? Y/N could feel her shattered heart sink in the depth of the frozen lake as she watched the love of her life get swallowed by the thin, cracked ice.

Hours later, his lifeless body was brought to the surface by some men. Y/N’s broken heart cracked even more as she laid over her ice-cold lover. “Oh, my love…” she felt herself trembling and sinking into the scares of losing her mind. “Jack… Jack!-“

“…-JACK!!” Coming back from her flashbacks, she collapsed on her knees, crying her heart out, choking on hard sobs. The winter spirit quickly knelt before her, wrapping her into the tightest embrace, completely enveloping her and trying his best to calm his beloved Y/N down. “Jack… You-.. you died!! You were taken from me 2 years ago…” Y/N slowly returned the embrace. “And I died because a nightmare horse attacked me...!!” She took a few seconds processing everything. After some ear-scratching silence, she spoke as the realization finally sank in. “We were lovers…”

“You remember…” he softly spoke, wiping some tears from her face.

“I remember. And I’ve missed you so much, Jack..!”

“I know.. it’s been hard for everybody especially for you. But I had to save her.. I should have been more careful, tho...” The winter spirit lifted Y/N’s chin up to his level, gazing right through her pure and innocent eyes. “Look, Y/N, I’ve been with you ever since I passed away, protecting you from potential danger. But it seems like I have missed one…” The spirit swallowed hard before continuing. “And for that, I am really sorry. I should have gone searching for you the moment I lost you, but seems like Pitch was one step ahead of me. I really am a troublemaker…” Jack sadly finished. Seeing his tensed state Y/N thought about what’s best to tell Jack to confort him.

“My Troublemaker…” she lovingly whispered. His eyes lit up and sparkled with love.

“Your Troublemaker, forever and ever.” Jack replied, cupping her face into his cold palms, sealing their eternal love with an almost everlasting-like kiss. This was going to be a beautiful night.

TRUE

Forgive yourself for the things that weren’t your fault 💞

Finally ))))

CLOSE COLLABS with TOM HOLLAND

Wildlight Chronicles ending

inspired by Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot 1873

pocket-sized

percy hynes white x short! reader

masterlist

mentions of: height? idk let me know if you find any!

synopsis: percy liked that you are shorter than him

i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

12 inches. a whole foot shorter. you were 5”2 and Percy was 6”2. he liked how he could tower you. he liked the way you would have to look up at him. he especially appreciated when it was sunny outside because you would have to look up and the sun would catch your eyes making you scrunch your face. he also enjoyed how your hands would be wayyyy smaller than his. but out of all these things, his favorite thing about how short you were was putting his head on top of yours and wrapping his hands around your waist.

You and Percy have been dating for a year. you bumped into him in a pharmacy, trying to develop your film. Percy was waiting next to you holding his camera and you with yours.

“you take pictures” he tries to start a conversation with a girl he found attractive

“yeah, just started with this, I have an actual camera,” you say smiling weakly

“I think you should keep using a disposable camera so we could bump into one another more often,” he says trying to secure a date with you

“or you could just ask for my number” a date you wanted

“would Instagram be included in that bundle” he tried to stalk you, he tried to find out who you were as a person

“or maybe on the other hand I actually don’t have a number” you try to joke

“no don’t be like that” he’s a little flustered now

a few days later after that interaction, you were on a date. after that date led to more dates than asking for you to be his officially. it was nice to have someone to call yours and be excited to hang out with whenever possible.

—-

“ready to head out,” Percy says wrapping his hands around your waist as you’re putting on the final touches of your makeup and hair

“yeah, one second,” you say putting on some perfume that Percy got you during his time in Romania. it was vanilla-scented. your favorite

you were ready to go out on your date. the date was a dinner and you wanted to bet Percy that he was going to move your seat next to his to be able to sit next to you.

right, when you were seated across from each other Percy gets up and moves his chair in the middle asking you to do the same and you did. the thing is that you thought that the distance between the two of you was perfect, but in Percy's eyes he thought differently, he scooted your chair so his practically touched. the whole night after was him with his arm around your shoulder or his hand lying on your thigh.

—-

during car rides, Percy likes to put his hand on your lap. squeezing it and making his fingers dance around. when it was summer he liked how you would dangle your head out the window. how your hair would dance in the wind.

he also liked how in the winter you would bundle up and wear his hoodies because they were so warm but you secretly liked the smell of them. he liked that you would wear the hood and sit on the car seat with yours legs held to your chest because you were so cold.

—-

he never cared about the arts really until he met you. he liked being able to take pictures of you in his bed in a small form but never liked actually making the art. he never learned from the lessons that Netflix made him do.

he liked how you would look when putting your head on his bicep. while you would observe the art. he would have you wrapped around his arms. his head on top of yours. you would talk about all the details of the painting and he would listen nodding and humming in amusement.

one thing the two of you had in common was liking films. every Tuesday heading to the closest AMC theatre. you would watch films and analyze them together afterward.

the theatre had reclining seats and you could move the middle cup holder up so the both of you could cuddle together. and that’s what you did.

every film no matters if it was scary or not you would lie on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you. (the same way you both slept) you liked the way his heart would beat speed up when he would look down on you. you could tell because his head would move around. and you could tell his shit-eating grin was on his face once again.

of course, afterward, you would talk about the film going back to your shared place. he would laugh at your theories of the film. he would play your theories in his head on the way to sleep and they would always make sense.

—-

he also liked baking with you. he liked how you would move around a lot and get the batter on your face somehow. he liked that you had your hair back in a messy style and would have an apron on. sleeves rolled up ready to take on whatever you were doing

“perc! I need your help” you yelled and saw him resting his body on the wall that splits your living room from the kitchen

“what do you need my highness” he bows down

“I need you to get me the pink bowl on the top right cabinet” you point to the thing causing your pissed-off state.

you never understood why he never got you a stool. maybe he liked being of help and being able to be in your bubble while you bake. because he never once got in the way of your work.

he never once let you put the pan into the oven because he was scared you would burn yourself. which never happened when you were on your own.

“why can’t I do it,” you ask feeling like all the work he has done

“don’t want you to get burnt,” he says opening the oven and putting in the pan

“there are mittens for a reason, y’know they aren’t decorations”

“but you look so pretty all healthy and smooth,” he says getting the brown batter from your nose and licking his finger clean

he liked cleaning up with you. playing with bubbles and splashing you with water. he grew in love with your face, he grew to be able to read your facial expressions. enough being said he could read how pissed you were but he knew to not mess around anymore.

waiting for the pastry was enjoyable. he liked waiting on the couch with you. you were in between his legs and your head rested on his chest. you would scroll on your phone and Percy would watch. when the pastry was ready you both would always burn yourselves it was like you never learned. and you would both laugh at each other. but it was enjoyable and you both would finish it in a day.

—-

the get-together was at his place. it was strictly just the cast. they slowly started to pile in through the door. he was excited to be reunited with them. he found the friends that he loved. and you were happy for him. as he greeted everyone he was ready to sit down on the couch and you were close behind. he was holding your hand guiding you to your seat.

another thing Percy was extremely mad about was you sitting on his lap. no matter if there was plenty of space everywhere else. he loved sitting with you. he especially did this when you were laying on the couch watching some TikToks and he would make you get up and lay on top of him. it would make you go crazy and not in a good way. but it made him happy so you let it slide.

“so how long have you two dated” hunter asked

“About two years,” Percy says playing with your hair. twisting it and fiddling with it between his two fingers

Emma was trying to get your attention. she thought you were interesting. she liked the way you probably have a lot to say but just keep to yourself. she knew deep down you were funny because well you were dating Percy.

“what’s something that Percy has done here that no one else knows about,” Emma asks looking directly at you. you start laughing at the thought

“no-“ Percy says trying to hold you from saying it

“he…he sings t swift when he’s bored” Percy tried to cover your mouth before you finished the sentence, but it was too late because what you said was out and everyone was laughing

“so- uh- so who wants to play uno” Percy says trying to move the conversation

wanting to get the Uno cards that were under the coffee table. in a red tin box that once contained chocolates, Percy got you for valentines day. once you got it you were walking to his kitchen. all the seats were taken and Percy put you on his lap. he shuffled the cards and something about that no matter who did it, was attractive. Percy however liked the way your hands made the Uno cards look humongous while he made them look tiny.

“Are you both teaming?” Jenna asked

“should we” Percy whispers in your ear sending butterflies straight to your stomach

“Sure,” you say kissing his cheek and everyone started teaming up.

halfway through the game, Percy has half the deck with him.

“I should've never teamed with you” you laugh at just seeing the cards

“I’ll make us win don’t worry” he had his eyes wide like he was determined. and that he was because he always kept his promises to you.

and by the end of the night you both did. he liked the way your eyes would sparkle with joy that only lit up with winning. how you would wrap your hands around him and laugh.

—-

one thing Percy hated was high heels. it was like they were enemies. you never understood it. it wasn’t like you would get whiny about the heels hurting you. in fact it was the opposite. you would run dance jump all of it and all Percy’s face was saying is how much he hated those things giving you height.

he liked that you would have to tip-toe for him but those were easy access they took one of his favorite things about you. and if he could he would destroy them all.

he liked that at the end of the day, you would dress in his clothes to go to bed. it was practically a nightgown for you. he liked how you would clean your face and make sure you felt clean. he liked the way you would be ready to go to bed and not even act like you didn’t want to be by him. because you did you wanted him to wrap his arms around you because it is reassuring and comforting. and wake up in that same form in the morning.

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