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minniiaa · 3 months

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multishipping.

first of all, shout out to all the people sitting back and sipping their tea as they enjoy art and fanfics of their favorite character just being loved by their other favorite characters. legitimately no reason that enjoying one ship means you have to hate another.

it's become so common for people to say shit like 'you ship zosan, there's no way you can ship zolu!' (using one piece bc it's my main fandom but we can even use FF7 as an older example. ' you can't ship cloud and aerith because you ship cloud and tifa!!!!')

bitch why not? give a good reason that’s not just ‘its weird’ or ‘it’s wrong’ I’m waiting.

do you hate spaghetti when you eat it with alfredo sauce instead of marinara sauce? no, you still like the pasta. sure you might like alfredo better but it doesn't mean you don't still love marinara. both are good and enjoyable and you want to eat them.

just because your favorite fruit is apples doesn't mean you don't like oranges too. it's not that fucking deep people. these are fictional characters. people are allowed to like multiple pairings when they can see the beauty in both. just let people enjoy shit for fuck's sake.

#shipping #anti shipping #multishipping #ships #fanfiction #fanart #fanfics #ao3 #shippers #the pasta analogy was fucking brilliant and i am proud of it #i give myself credit where it is due #one piece #bc that fandom plagues my mind with multishipping #zolu #lulaw #zosan #all 3 my fave ships involving the same chars #fanfic

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lcevinolusola · 7 months

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least favorite naruto character for any reason whatsoever :)

fghjkjhuygth this is evil!!!!

so i dont have a number one least favorite character, but i do have 2 that i absolutely despise in equal measure for different reasons, then another 2 who irritate me so deeply that i tune out whenever theyre on screen

EASILY my top 2 most hated are jiraiya and kankuro. jiraiya is a pretty widely disliked character, so i dont think i have to explain why i hate him so much. its just his......everything. i know hating kankuro is kind of controversial and while i do appreciate his little cat ears and fun makeup, i think he is boring and annoying, and that is a crime that cannot be forgiven.

my 2 honorable mentions are shikamaru and konohamaru, who would be equal to my top 2 least favorites if not for the fact that, while they are incredibly annoying, they dont bring out the same level of disdain in me that jiraiya and kankuro do.

#i will give credit where credit is due and say that kankuro whipping out sasoris empty puppet corpse was a very cunty thing to do #and i can appreciate that #however. that is the only cool thing he has ever done and the rest of his time on screen was made to spite me specifically #i had to THINK about this just so you know. i could be so mean but i know i have followers who like him. so i will restrain myself.#he may not be my beloved blorbo but he is someones beloved blorbo and i will be kind #this does not extent to jiraiya fuck jiraiya he can ROT #i cheered when i found out he died i have hated him since day one #this must be much longer than you expected but i suffer from an inability to shut up so here have this essay of an answer #cynnastyx #asks

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izanyas · 7 months

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i think i might like atc more than the original novel itself dfsljgsdfl

AW THATS SO SWEET... thank you so much 😭 but please don't forget that atc is just a canon rewrite! 90% of atc's story is just following canon, the fic couldn't exist at all without the entirety of mdzs's storyline, which mxtx wrote all by herself. the only reason i can write a fic so long is bc i'm just following each chapter of a story that has already been written for me! so thank u mxtx 💓 and i'm sorry for what i've done to your babies

#answered #I APPRECIATE IT A LOT!! i just feel a lil weird bc i didnt come up with any of the actual fic plot myself #it's different than other regular fics where i diverge entirely or write sth completely original etc #canon rewrites are a special favorite of mine i always love reading them & it's fun to write them too!#but yeah they are rewrites. im just following a preestablished story from beginning to end #so pls give credit where credit is due!!

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shadowed-yet-vibrant · 1 year

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Sometimes I forget that I'm actually a music journalist. Not just a music journalist, but a professional. A professional with a strong portfolio and more than three years of experience. I'm paid to write, which was my dream for years. I'm paid... to write. And not just to write, but to write about something I love.

It doesn't often feel real. Maybe because I love it. Maybe because I'm always a fan before I'm a journalist. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I interview a musician and get to hear their voice, hear them greet me by name, and hear them answer my questions with the professionalism expected in that exchange. I still get flustered when my content is used for promotional posts. I still flip back through the first print magazine I was published in, and I savor the feeling of glossy pages beneath my fingers. I still smile

I hope the universe knows I don't take a single moment or opportunity for granted.

#today a band with over 700k followers shared something of mine on their page #and mentioned me by name #and I felt like a little kid who just got handed a basket of kittens #it's so easy to look at these things - no matter how regularly they happen #and be as surprised as I am excited #because I'm 'just' me #as though I haven't spent three years fighting tooth and nail to make my reputation #I am going to try to remember to be grateful and excited #but give myself credit where it is due #and to be clear - this is far from the first time this sort of thing has happened #the imposter syndrome still hits hard you know #biggest shoutout goes to my editor who connects me with these awesome opportunities #and always makes sure my work is polished and at its best #anyway ramble in the post and ramble in the tags #just weird to realize I worked really hard at something #and actually became successful in that area #and now I'm seeing the natural results of that as though it's totally unexpected

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thecoolertails · 1 year

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despite the problems i talked about earlier knux issues #13-15 were still pretty enjoyable to read. it mostly focuses on the chaotix + julie-su who i like, with a big focus on charmy who hasn't really gotten any spotlight up to this point, there's a good amount of action, and the story is fairly engaging and well paced (even if its built around penders misconceptions about drugs lol)

#i may complain but i still enjoyed myself and i'll give credit where it's due #my posts #archie sonic posting

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ctommylovebot · 1 year

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had a category 4 Moment and blacked out and painted flowers covered in blood . trying to decide if im gonna post it

#its like. actually kind of good #it could be better but also it was done mid spiral so #i think ill give myself credit where credit is due

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princessbrunette · 19 days

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being the spoiled, ex prom queen, cheerleader, kook princess — who also happens to be rafe cameron’s toxic ex girlfriend.

you had to give credit where it was due. since you’d dumped rafe, he’d stepped his game up. you didn’t know how he did it, where he got all the money and the alleged gold, but you had to say, you were impressed. you knew he hoped you’d be watching his moves, knew it was most likely to impress you. turning up to one of his infamous tanny hill parties alone was a weak moment on your end, but you’d be damned if you were going to let him know that.

heads turn when you enter, not just because you were the infamous ex girlfriend, but because you looked good— and you wouldn’t have it any other way, stepping through the crowd confidently holding back a giggle at the sight of rafe boredly talking to a girl who looked like she’d taken a dip into your wardrobe. cute.

as soon as he sees you, he’s doing a double take — quickly pointing her in the direction of his friend and all but shooing her away, attempting to seem nonchalant all at the same time. you take your cue, walking over to him already holding an air of mischief, given away by the impish smile you wear.

“can i help you with something?” he drawls, but he can’t help the way the corner of his lips turn upward, or the way his eyes rake over your little outfit.

“mm, i don’t know. thought i’d swing by for old times sake, see what you were up to.” you sigh, eyes dragging down to his button up shirt, your hand reaching out to fiddle with a button. “this is cute.” you add on quietly.

“you think i don’t know that face? you want something so… out with it, please.” he blinks at you, going to remove your hand from him but he holds onto it.

“i can’t just say hi?” you bat your eyelashes with obvious faux innocence, tilting your head. “came here ‘cos i’m bored. play with me.” you step closer, not removing your doe eyes from him for a second as you invade his space. he sucks in a breath of self restraint, shifting on his feet.

“play with— that what you’re doin’ now? finally settin’ that pride aside for some dick, do i have that correct? you—you know i heard you were fucking on that maybank kid. so what… he not doin’ it for you? hm?” he stares down at you, eyes hanging low at the lust he was holding back.

“where’d you hear that? you keeping tabs on me rafey? that’s sweet.” you pur, smoothing his linen shirt down with your hands, manicured nails scratching him lightly through the fabric.

“people talk, alright?” he breaks his gaze, mainly to look around to see if any of his friends were watching him act like a total pussy whipped bitch over his ex.

“hmm. thought it was above you to listen to rumours. anyway, who said i want anything for myself? maybe i miss doing other things.” you defend, voice soft and velvety as a feather. to sell your point, your stand on your tiptoes, pulling him in closer to speak quietly into his ear. your glossed lips graze his jaw as you speak, leaving your pink mark on him. “c’mon daddy, just let me suck it a little. don’t you miss it?” you all but moan, and he licks his lips before his eyes flutter in irritated self control, nostrils flaring.

“you know it’s — it’s not fair to play with me like that. just… toying around with me when you’re bored. it’s sick, okay? you understand that?” he complains, pants tightening involuntarily.

you giggle, reaching behind him to the drinks table and plucking out a straw before dropping it into his drink and taking it out his hand, sucking the harsh liquid through the straw for a moment, “fine… you really want me to go… i’ll go.” you spin on your heel, taking one smug step before he winces at his own decisions, looking around and following you closely.

“shit, wait— okay?” he blurts and you freeze, slowly spinning back to him with a smile. he stares at you for a beat, lips parted in thought before he speaks. “are you… actually fucking jj maybank?”

you stare, thinking up a response before you look around. “does it matter? where’s your little girlfriend anyway?” there’s some victory for him, because he can hear the bitterness in your tone. he takes another step forward, lips pursed.

“shes not my girlfriend, a’ight? and — and yes it matters. okay? shit, seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. you know if you miss me you can just use your damn words.”

“miss you? my friend said she saw you sitting in your car alone blasting bryson tiller. you miss me.” you bite back a laugh and he closes the space between you until there was barely a gap between your bodies, the oldest cameron looming over you.

“gonna deny it, huh? saying… you don’t miss me?” he challenges and you widen your eyes up at him, switching the innocent act on once more.

“miss you? but you were so mean? how could i miss that? i do however, miss this.” your hand snakes down his stomach and cups his alarmingly hard bulge through his pants making him tense up, looking around before smacking your hand away.

“chill — yeah? we’re in public, i don’t know if you realised.”

“so let’s go somewhere more private.” you propose, staring him down. he knows if he does, it’ll only be you that gets what you want — but he can’t resist, pressing his lips together with a nod.

“fine, okay. shit… such a little brat, ‘know that?”

“mhm, you love it.” you grin, letting him lead you through the house to the bedroom upstairs.

#toxicex!reader #spoiledkookprincess!reader #rafe cameron prompt #exbf!rafe

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Property of Leo Valdez

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader warning: major references to sexual stuff (like integral part of the story, folks), language, aged up for obvious reasons probs like 19-20 ish, author's note: i know for a fact I didn't completely come up with this concept myself. I saw a headcanon a few months ago that mentioned this idea and then i wrote it into a full fic bc i loved it so much. and I have since lost it, which is more than a little disappointing bc i would love to give credit where credit is due. if any of yall run into it, lemme know and i'll give them credit. anyways, i figured we could use a full fic in after all those hcs!! this was just collecting dust in my drafts so let's full send this baby.

leo and y/n weren’t really ones to follow the rules. it goes all the way back to their time on the argo ii. after coach hedge was gone and buford the table was put in charge, y/n had started to have really intense nightmares. like, wake-the-whole-ship-up-with-screams intense nightmares. she stopped sleeping in hopes of avoiding it. one night, she had been talking to leo, where she promptly passed out against his shoulder. it was the first peaceful night she’d had in a long time, they both knew that. so, y/n started spending her nights in leo’s room. it only took a little bit of rigging of buford to leave them alone. easy enough of a task for leo. it was a habit they couldn’t seem to break, slowly being unable to sleep without the other being in the same room.

it worked out just fine on the argo ii, but back at camp half-blood was different. chiron had noticed the closeness between the two and sat them down, reminding them of curfews and how campers of the opposite sex weren’t allowed in other cabins. he was basically letting them know he had his eyes on them. it scared the couple off for less than a week.

it started with them sleeping in bunker nine, figuring it to be a loophole. then, following a late night on the beach, y/n begged leo to spend the night with her in the poseidon cabin. he couldn’t say no to her puppy eyes, but he was slightly worried he was gonna drown on his own spit the whole night. they typically tried to avoid the hephaestus cabin whenever they could, too many of leo’s siblings around at all times. still, there were times in which percy wouldn’t let leo into the poseidon cabin, earning him a pillow to the back of his head from y/n. which is why they still frequented bunker nine, just like tonight. leo and y/n walked back to the poseidon cabin, only to be beaten by percy and annabeth, causing percy to guard the door with a small frown.

“sorry, coves, but we got here first,” he mused, to which y/n stuck her tongue out at the younger boy.

“i still hold seniority,” y/n whined, leaning into leo’s side as she crossed her arms.

“yeah, by like a few months,” percy argued back, rolling his eyes.

“so what?! that still counts!” y/n insisted, glaring at the younger boy.

“come on, coves, we’ll go,” leo interjected before the two actually started fighting, giving the girl a warm smile. she huffed, turning around to head to bunker nine before stopping right before percy closed the door. she bounded up the few steps, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug.

“sleep well, dude,” she said, in hopes of clearing the air. she knew they weren’t actually fighting but she didn’t like going to bed with even a hint of a fight.

“you too,” he replied, giving her a squeeze and smile before heading into their cabin. y/n quickly caught up to leo, wrapping her hands around his arm as they snuck their way into the woods towards bunker nine.

it wasn’t too long of a walk, the time flying as they quietly laughed among themselves, enjoying the night so far. leo pushed the door open, gesturing for her to walk through in front of him. y/n patted his chest as she passed, heading towards the dorm area that was off the side of the main garage area. y/n was pulling her hair out of the braid it had been in all day, her hair naturally laying against her camp half-blood shirt. leo smiled at this, catching up and wrapping his hands around her waist from the back, laying his hands flat against her stomach and pressing his lips against her neck.

“what are you doing, valdez?” y/n breathed out, her breath hitching slightly as he gently sucked against her pulse point. she could feel the smirk of his lips against her skin, causing her smile to widen as well.

“hopefully? you,” he replied and y/n laughed, leaning back against him, allowing his hips to meet with her lower back. a groan left his lips at this action and y/n smirked before pulling away from his loose grip, putting an extra sway into her hips, just to piss him off.

“w-where are you going, cariño? Get back here,” leo argued, eyes snapping open as he followed after the girl. she turned a blind corner and he followed, just in time to catch her tugging her shirt off. she looked over her shoulder at him, walking backwards towards the bed in just her bra and denim shorts.

“what? did the repair boy lose his cool?” she mocked, tilting her head at him. leo shook his head, taking quick steps towards her and settling his hands against her waist, pulling her hips against his with a smirk.

“no, no. but, i’m gonna make you wish i had lost my cool,” he muttered in response, moving a hand up to cup the girl’s breast through her lace bra. a moan gets caught in her throat, y/n throwing her head back. he smirked, pulling her closer and planting kisses against her skin.

“leo,” she breathed out, a huff following as the boy unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down tantalizingly slowly. she shoved her hands under his shirt, running them over his lower abdomen, slowly lifting the shirt as her hands went higher. leo laughed lightly at her, pulling away from her marked skin as he grabbed the shirt and pulled it the rest of the way off, flinging it somewhere into the room. once the shirt was off, she smashed her lips against his, earning a shocked noise from the boy.

“y/n, gods,” he all but groaned, leaning forwards as she leaned back before they plopped down onto the bed. y/n laughed, looking up at leo as she breathed in heavily. he was using his arms to keep himself from completely putting his body weight on her.

“you look so good under me, baby,” leo whispered and y/n smiled up at him, gently setting a hand against his cheek.

“i gotta admit, the view’s pretty good from down here, too,” she replied back, leo breathing out a laugh before closing the distance between them once more. this ended a few hours later, the pair a tangled mess of limbs under the covers, leo’s body curled around y/n’s. the next morning, leo was jolted awake by a loud banging in the bunker, the boy hazily looking out the door leading to the room, being met by festus, who puffed smoke out of his metallic nostrils. leo huffed, sitting up and glaring over at the metal dragon, but ensuring that y/n was completely covered.

“festus, dude, keep the noise down. didn’t get much sleep last night,” leo yawned, glaring over at the dragon before glancing at the nearby alarm clock, instantly waking up as he saw the time.

“shit. y/n, honey, you gotta wake up,” leo muttered, gently but also rapidly trying to wake the sleeping girl. y/n tried to ignore him, attempting to nuzzle into the sheets. normally, leo’d just let her sleep in but he couldn’t today. he took another panicked glance at the clock before reaching onto the bedside time and grabbing the water bottle he kept there for safety reasons. just in case y/n ever got hurt in the bunker, he’d have a way to make it go away. he unscrewed the cap before dumping it on her, the girl shooting up with a gasp before glaring over at him.

“leonidas samuel valdez! you’re dead to me!” she screamed, flicking the water that she could off onto him.

“yeah, you can thank me when you’re not late to training with the hermes cabin,” leo barked back, jumping out of the bed and tugging on a pair of jeans. y/n leaned over, looking at the clock before her face went pale.

“shit.” “that’s what i said. Get dressed,” leo stated, throwing her an orange shirt before he scrambled to a wardrobe and pulled out a shirt for himself, rapidly doing the buttons.

“no, like, i’m gonna be in serious shit, leo. fuck me,” y/n whined, pulling the shirt on and pushing the neckline off to one side as it was baggy before reaching for a pair of shorts that she left a few weeks ago, refusing to put the ones from last night on.

“already did, baby, that’s how we got here,” leo muttered back, earning him a smack to the back of his head as she ran past, tugging on her shoes as she went.

“ow!” he called after her, grabbing his belt and resting it against his waist as he glared after her, the girl flipping her hair so she could put it in a high ponytail.

“you earned that one, hot head,” she bit out, tying her hair up and making to sprint out the door before turning back and giving the boy a rushed kiss against his lips.

“sorry. i had fun last night and while this sucks, i wouldn’t trade last night for anything,” she told him, offering a quick smile before moving to leave.

“me too. but, uh, y/n?” leo called, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“what?” she asked, hopping as she tied the laces on one shoe. “put your hair down. you have, uh, a few…” leo trailed off, gesturing to his own neck in reference. y/n groaned, pointing back at the boy with one hand while the other pulled her hair down.

“back on the naughty list, valdez,” she shouted, sprinting out of the bunker before leo could stop her again. and he truly did try, noticing his fatal mistake as the girl spun around. it wasn’t her shirt he’d thrown to her, but rather one of the extras he kept around for himself. he mainly kept it as a throw away shirt to wear while he worked, something he didn’t mind rubbing grease all over. it was old and well loved, which is why the neckline was so saggy. and proudly printed on the back in his handwriting were the words ‘property of leo valdez.’ initially meant as a way to keep his grabby siblings away from his shirts, but now its meaning made leo’s heart soar and cringe at the same time. man, he was in for a big lecture when she noticed.

“sorry i’m late, just caught up doing stuff,” y/n huffed as she ran into the archery area, quickly picking up a bow and quiver of arrows. she spun around and squinted her eyes at the hermes kids before zeroing in on the stoll brothers. she jutted her hip out and gave them a pointed look.

“what?” “does ‘stuff’ go by the name of leo?” connor asked, causing the rest of the hermes kids to burst into laughter. that was quickly interrupted by an arrow grazing the boy’s shirt, ripping a clean hole next to his ribs. connor looked up, mouth dropped and eyes wide as he was met with y/n, still holding her bow towards him, a new arrow notched.

“wanna try again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy. connor swallowed thickly before shaking his head. y/n lowered her bow, rolling her eyes.

“thank you. now, let’s get started, yeah? unless anyone has any last smartass comments they’d like to share with the class?” y/n dug in, crossing her arms, scouring the crowd for a moment before allowing a smile to grace her lips as she clapped her hands together, “Great! now, who wants to learn how i hit connors shirt without hitting him?”

the hermes kids were quick to learn and the lesson finished fast, leaving y/n to clean up. she was unsticking the arrows from the hay bales and thought back on the hermes kids. she figured maybe the shirt had grease on it or something that she couldn’t see. y/n began making her way towards her cabin in hopes of changing into a new shirt when she ran into percy, who immediately did a double take upon seeing his sister's shirt.

“you’re joking,” percy bit out in shock, staring at his sister with a rage she had never seen directed at her before. y/n jumped at his voice, pressing a hand to her chest.

“what?! why so much attitude, this is literally the first time i’ve seen you today-” y/n argued, pushing her hair out of her face while she tried to catch her breath.

“nope. nope. let’s go, y/n, now,” percy insisted, grabbing the girl by her shirt and dragging her towards the forge. he was muttering curses under his breath and y/n was so confused, trying to get him to let go of the shirt.

“percy?! what the hades! let go-” y/n shouted as he finally let go, the girl stumbling to stay up right as they were at the doors to the forge, catching the attention of all the hephestus kids in there. leo turned his head too, before wincing at the sight before him.

“this better be a fucking joke, valdez. start laughing or i start stabbing,” percy growled and leo held his hands out, trying to sooth percy.

“look, i thought it was her shirt! i didn’t know which one it was, i’ve got so many of those damn shirts! it was honestly an accident. come on, percy,” leo insisted, taking small steps away as percy walked forwards. y/n’s brows furrowed more as she looked down at the shirt, not seeing anything wrong with it.

“you let my sister walk around with that shit on her back!? i’m gonna kill you,” percy argued, pointing back at y/n, who’s head tilted. leo shrunk even more, swallowing thickly.

“she still doesn’t know?” he asked, his voice pitchy. percy then spun around to his sister too, eyes wide.

“what- wait a second-” y/n huffed before taking one of the nearby shields and setting it up, using the metal as a sort of mirror. the two watched her read it and she looked back at leo with a gaze he couldn’t quite read. then, she burst into laughter, tears quickly pooling in her eyes as she clutched her stomach. percy and leo shared a glance, equally confused.

“uh, baby? you’re-…you’re not mad?” leo questioned, tilting his head at her. y/n wiped away some of her tears, still trying to catch her breath.

“no, i am,” she replied, still giggling a bit, “but- i almost made connor stoll look like a pincushion over this shirt.”

“so you’re fine with that being advertised?” percy asked, crossing his arms with a frown. y/n was finally calming down and she rolled her eyes at him, still smiling though.

“i mean, the shirt’s not wrong,” she shrugged, patting his shoulder as she walked past. she then poked a finger into leo’s chest, now frowning at him.

“though, if you ever let me walk out in this shirt again, i’m throwing you in the lake. Got it?” “yes, ma’am.” “damn straight. now, i’ve got to go change then get lunch. i’ll see ya boys,” y/n said, pressing a kiss to leo’s cheek before walking off. once she was far enough away, percy smacked leo’s chest, causing the boy to keel over.

“what was that for??” “dunno. i’ll tell you when i find a reason,” percy shrugged, walking away.

the day carried on. leo was quick to find y/n before lunch, pressing kisses after kisses to her cheek as an apology. y/n eventually pushed him off with a laugh as they walked into the dining pavilion. they got their plates together but parted ways since they had to sit with their cabins. y/n pulled her hair back, eyeing the honey on her sandwich since she didn’t want it in her hair. percy started speaking as she sat down, yet to look at her though.

“so, i was thinking maybe we should do a movie night-” he stopped as he looked up, his eyes catching on the hickeys that littered his sisters neck, his eyes twitching. the neck of her shirt was cut off, allowing it to slip off her shoulder and her hair was tied back, allowing him to see all of them. y/n looked up as he stopped speaking before following his gaze. her eyes widened and she jumped out of her seat.

“percy-” “three,” he started, calmly wiping his hands and pushing his seat back. y/n yelps before moving towards the hephestus table, quickly gaining leo and everyone else’s attention too.

“we’ve got to go. now! move it, fire boy!” y/n insisted, grabbing hold of his arm and tugging him up.

“what-” leo argued, letting her drag him though.

“two,” percy continued, pulling his pen out of his pocket, inspecting it like he had all the time in the world. leo’s eyes widened as they landed on y/n’s neck then twisted back to percy.

“yeah, running’s a good idea. Go, Go, Go!” he agreed, quickly taking the girl with him.

“one,” percy muttered before jumping up and chasing after the couple.

“i’m gonna kill you! it’s gonna be painful! you’re gonna wish you never met her!” he yelled after them.

“never!” leo shouted back with a laugh, dragging the girl behind him.

author's note cont. : for once in my life, i have nothing more to say. the yapper has been silenced. you guys are free fr

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fandom #leo valdez

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