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The Beautiful Troublemaker (Jacques Rivette, 1991)
#emmanuelle beart#jane birkin#michel piccoli#art#painter#la belle noiseuse#the beautiful troublemaker#french cinema#french#favorite movies
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Le Belle Noiseuse (1991)
#film stills#film#cinema#mine#le belle noiseuse#the beautiful troublemaker#jane birkin#jacques rivette#french new wave#french film#french cinema#movies#movie#movie releases#movie recommendation
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"I don't think a painter has enemies. Except for his bad paintings."
La Belle Noiseuse (1991), Jacques Rivette
#film#cinema#movies#photography#art#actors#cinematography#film photography#vintage#la belle noiseuse#the beautiful troublemaker#jacques rivette#michel piccoli#emmanuelle béart#90s#1990s#90s films#1990s cinema#french cinema#artist#movie quotes
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La Belle Noiseuse (dir. Jacques Rivette, 1991)
#la belle noiseuse#belle noiseuse#jacques rivette#rivette#the beautiful troublemaker#the little nuisance#cinema#film#film stills#cinematography#michel piccoli#emmanuelle béart#jane birkin
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the pain of finding a fountain pen ink i really like, finding out it's region locked and would be a bitch to source, trying to find samples of alternatives, then finding out that the alternatives are also a bitch to get because of different reasons
#diamine jalur gemilang is BEAUTIFUL but with shipping itd be like 2100 php#troublemaker simoun is a pinoy ink but its ALWAYS sold out so i can only buy it in sample sizes#diamine blue moon wouldve been so easy to get more of but the sheening is disappointing....#van dieman's blue ringed octopus is a tealer simoun and would be a decent last resort but shipping is still an insane 1200 php alone#i think im gonna have to keep buying blue purple sheening ink samples until i finally find The One...#im gonna try and see if the shop i buy samples from will ever restock simoun or octopus again#worst case i might need to bite the bullet and get octopus bc its at least 300 php less including shipping#man i cant even remember if im posting this to the right blog
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have you ever thought about how out of all the men in PJO and HOO, percy is the least like annabeth? they complement each other so beautifully, like 2 puzzle pieces that are a perfect fit, but they’re SO different. like imagine…
piper: annabeth is dating one of these 4 men
hazel: *gestures to percy, jason, frank, and leo*
piper: guess which one
random person: hmm… i’d say frank. he’s the son of the god of war and she’s the daughter of the goddess of battle strategy. they’re both incredible fighters and stategists. i bet they are amazing together
percy: 😐
hazel: *nervously laughs*
piper: um, nope! try again!
random person: oh? really? ok well then definitely jason. son of zeus? well mannered, always in control of the situation, very humble and honorable. as a daughter of athena, he’s totally her type. they are both very calm and level-headed. they both are leaders and know how to weigh the options and outcomes quickly in a tough situation. plus, they are both blonde with light eyes, so they would have beautiful babies!
percy: 😒
piper: *nervously laughs*
hazel: um… still no! one more try!
random person: oh wait… i’m so stupid! it’s obvious!
hazel: there you go! i also think it’s obv-
random person: it’s leo! why didn’t i see it? he’s a mechanic. she’s an architect. they are perfect together! she’s a creator and he’s a fixer. their brains work so much like each other. they’re basically meant to be! oh and they are both from the south!! and i bet-
piper: IT’S PERCY! she is dating percy. perseus jackson. you know, the one on the left? tall, tan, lean, black hair, green eyes? him and only ever him.
random person: oh
percy: 🤨
random person: the… the son of poseidon?? the hot sarcastic bad boy? with that troublemaker look about him? the one with severe mood swings, and who gets expelled from every single school he goes to?
percy: *awkwardly looks down at his hands*
random person: HE’S annabeth chase’s boyfriend??
annabeth: damn right he is 🥰
#THAT’S HER MAN#AND HE IS PERFECT FOR HER#incorrect quotes#honestly i feel like most people would assume she’s dating jason#LOL#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percabeth#piper mclean#hazel levesque#jason grace#leo valdez#frank zhang#heroes of olympus#the heroes of olympus#pjo#analysis
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༊* 「 DRAKE RODGER . 23, ÉL/SUYO 」 ENZO BYRNE forma parte de inusual paisaje de Real del Valle, el viento silba con su voz desde hace seis años. En esta dimensión puedes encontrarle en EL AVE AZUL, y su temperamento es caritativo & un tanto ingenuo. Le gusta armonizar las noches tranquilas con the miracle (of joey ramone) de u2. Quienes le conocen cuenta que su presencia les recuerda a; los primeros días de la primavera, al mar y un tanto al 80s heartthrob.
☾✶ · 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉 𝖆𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖆 . ¡ JILL ! Gracias por seguir los pasos & ser parte de este proyecto. Se te conceden 48 hrs para el envío de la cuenta de ENZO, si necesitas más tiempo no dudes en pedirlo. Y recuerda pasar por tu canasta de bienvenida al ayuntamiento. 🦋
[ jill, 24, gmt-4, pedofilia - noncon - abuso de cualquier tipo ]
PARTE DOS: BIOGRAFÍA. (tw: mención de muerte)
hay algo increíblemente encantador sobre la vida en la carretera. nada más en la mente que calcular el kilometraje hasta la próxima estación, disfrutar el camino por delante y una buena canción de rock en el fondo. eso era lo que pensaba el señor sean byrne cuando vendió todas sus propiedades y dejó su vida empresarial atrás. la muerte de su esposa abrió ante él la puerta de una nueva aventura que no dudó en tomar: agarró su motocicleta, sus papeles, se despidió de sus hijos ya adultos y anduvo en ruedas por meses. era una vida sencilla pero emocionante. no tenía la certeza de en dónde estaría al día siguiente, y eso era lo que le mantenía vivo. ciudades se volvieron países y luego continentes, hasta que la última parada fue su destino permanente. sorprendentemente, fue en méxico. allí se enamoró de quién se convertiría en su segunda esposa y la persona más querida de toda la familia.
mientras sean se encontraba a sí mismo y abría el mejor proyecto de su vida (el ave azul, en el 2004), enzo se perdía cada vez más. siempre intentó hacer de su casa un hogar, pero era imposible cuando era el único en la mesa cada noche. a sus padres ausentes sólo les importaba el dinero y en lo que podría convertirse para ellos, el trabajo de por medio no les interesaba. y sus hermanos también estaban demasiado ocupados. libertades trajeron consigo malas amistades, acciones cuestionables y definitivamente problemas. sin saber cómo controlar al más rebelde de tres, hicieron la mejor cosa que se les pudo ocurrir: lo enviaron con su abuelo. no sólo tuvo que aprender un nuevo idioma (que fue lo más difícil y, en la actualidad, ni siquiera está seguro de entender más de la mitad), se le implementaron reglas, obligaciones, todo un itinerario en el que tuvo que encajar sí o sí.
al principio, su docilidad era falsa, pues único interés era reunir el dinero suficiente para largarse. con el tiempo empezó a enamorarse del lugar, de la gente, del olor a café en las mañanas y el ligero tinte de whisky en las tardes. se mezcló bastante bien, al punto en que su abuelo decidió retomar los viajes (más cerca, y con su esposa), dejándolo a él como encargado del lugar. por ello es común verle allí, todos los días, en cualquier parte del local. atendiendo tras barra, conversando con los clientes, limpiando alguna mesa o sirviéndola.
PARTE TRES: ALMANAQUE.
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#* rdv : aceptados .#user : jill#fc : drake rodger#the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard (8)#ex troublemaker se enamoró de un pueblito magico ; title of a romcom#que nos separen una mesa en el ave azul desde ya 😳
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。PRINCESS — GETO SUGURU.
contents. non curse! au, dad! suguru, mom + fem! reader, reader is referred to as “mommy” and “wife,” life with your daughters nanako and mimiko <3, embarrassingly self-indulgent once again
suguru is prideful—you have to hold back a giggle as he gives you a short glare, unwilling to back down.
“it looks good,” he grumbles. you’re not sure if he’s trying to convince you or himself. “it’s great. stop being a jerk. the girls worked hard.”
“of course,” you nod, biting back a grin, “you look lovely. your hair’s never been better.”
“i can hear the laughter in your voice,” he accuses.
“i’m not laughing!”
he raises a brow, and you can’t help it. you giggle. his hair is positively ruined—there are knots and tangles and clips everywhere. you don’t know where one nest of hair starts and where the other ends. everything is everywhere at once and suguru….well, suguru is trying to convince himself this is okay.
it’s for his girls, he reminds himself—anything for his girls.
“you just laughed,” he mutters, looking into the mirror. his eyes are alarmed, but for pride’s sake, he throws on a carefree look as he shrugs. “i look like their princess. they said so themselves.”
“well, i’ll give you a point for sweetest dad ever,” you hum, pulling out a loose clip. “but i deduct five points for falling asleep on watch duty.”
you come home from work and find a sleeping suguru at the foot of the couch with two toddlers hunched over his shoulders, working diligently at his hair. it’s cute—the way he looks as he sleeps peacefully, the way they look as they giggle and twist strands of dark hair with their small fingers. it’s heartwarming and makes you want to keep the moment frozen for just a bit longer.
but then you realize that irresponsibly, suguru has fallen asleep with two toddlers in the house—one of which (you eye a certain blonde) is a bit of a troublemaker.
“negative four?” he gasps, wounded.
“negative four,” you affirm, shaking your head in disappointment.
“i couldn’t help it,” he pouts, “it’s soothing having two sets of hands play with your hair.”
“well, good luck getting this mess out of your hair,” you chuckle, turning to step out of the bathroom—but suguru is quick. his hand snatches your wrist as soon as you take a step.
“hang on,” he tugs, pulling you back in, “you’ve gotta help me with this.”
“i thought you said it was fine,” you raise a brow, “it shouldn’t be much trouble.”
“i haven’t see you all day,” he insists, “can’t i have a relaxing shower with my wife as she washes my hair?”
“i showered this morning. see you after yours though—”
“okay fine,” he deflates, rolling his eyes as he looks off to the side, “this is….gonna take a while to fix.”
you grin victoriously. suguru grumbles under his breath.
“alright,” you poke his cheek with a satisfied smirk, “i’ll help you. if you say pretty please.”
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“daddy you changed your hair,” nanako whines in despair as soon as suguru steps out of the bathroom. you stifle a giggle as he looks down at her in alarm.
“sweetheart, daddy just had to shower and—”
“maybe he didn’t like it,” mimiko mumbles quietly from the side. her voice is glum—and like the doting mother you are, your smile drops as you feel your heart ache.
“what? that’s not true!” suguru sputters, “i loved it! mommy loved it too, right?”
the two girls turn to look at you—and because you have long realized that motherhood is the gracefulness of putting your children’s feelings above all else, even if it means lying straight through your teeth, you nod with exaggerated vigor.
“of course!” you say enthusiastically, “it was so unique! i’ve never seen daddy look so….pretty.”
suguru shoots you an unimpressed look as you bite your lip in amusement.
“he was a princess!” nanako brightens, a happy smile erupting over her lips. suguru grins as he melts, pinching the soft flesh of her cheek gently with a low hum.
“i was,” he nods, “wasn’t i beautiful?”
“oh, yeah,” you snort, “way too beautiful—you might dethrone me.”
“mommy we can make you a princess too—”
“who wants dinner?” you cut mimiko off quickly, smiling through the panic, “i bet everyone’s hungry!”
“me!” nanako raises her hand enthusiastically and you sigh in relief—crisis successfully averted. but only for now, you suppose. the devious look suguru gives you tells you this won’t be the last time the suggestion is offered to you.
“what a shame,” suguru sighs dramatically, “i wanted to see you all dolled up. maybe next time.”
and then he reaches down and pulls both girls into his arms, filling the room with giggles as he nibbles on their cheeks affectionately and saunters off to the dinner table. you can’t help but smile softly as you watch his retreating figure—suguru was made for fatherhood, you think, he fills the role so effortlessly.
and then….you hear a thump and a hissed curse under his breath in the distance.
“mommy, daddy said a bad word!” nanako calls, earning a panicked no i didn’t! from your husband. “now he’s lying,” she adds.
well….no one said he was perfect.
i just know nanako is simultaneously a daddy’s girl who also rats him out and tattles 24/7 bc she thinks it’s funny when he gets in trouble
#teepods.writings#drabbles.#geto x reader#geto x y/n#geto x you#geto fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#geto suguru fluff#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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So I won a @colourpopcosmetics #sweepstakes like back in October / November !! And look how pretty the colors are! I’ve been using it for a few months and it’s amazing!~ ♥️ #troublemaker #winner #colourpopcosmetics #beauty #makeup #cosmetics #sorrynotsorry #eyeshadow #lipgloss #lategram #latepost #뷰티 #뷰티블로그 #뷰티블로거 #화장품 #화장 #CGSbeauty (at Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnpieLhuV06/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Le Belle Noiseuse (1991) Jacques Rivette
#le belle noiseuse#the beautiful troublemaker#film stills#film#cinema#mine#french film#french new wave#french cinema#foreign film#jacques rivette#jane birkin
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Not So Secret — Gojo Satoru
gn!reader, wc 0.8k, fluff, established relationship, high school au, jealous!gojo cuz he’s silly
synopsis: Gojo was not a “jealous” guy, but he also wasn’t the best at keeping your relationship a secret.
a/n: JJK 2 IS HERE SO I HAD TO WRITE MY SILLY <333
In his own eyes, Gojo was not the jealous type.
He hated the title more than anything. Although it without a doubt summed up the tight feeling he would get in his chest when other guys approached you, or the ever growing need he felt to tell the world you were his, he would never call himself jealous.
In part, he blamed his feelings on the fact your relationship with him was a secret. After all, that bit was your idea, but he can’t put you at fault for the reasoning. You wished to keep your relationship with him a secret because of how different you both were.
You were a quiet, straight laced student— you always kept to yourself despite being at the top of your class. He was the exact opposite, infamously known as a troublemaker around school, as well as being dubbed as some kind of “player” by your classmates. You knew the types of comments people would say about your relationship if it were to ever go public.
Gojo understood this completely, but there was just one small factor you overlooked— you were incredibly pretty. You were beautiful and he wasn’t the only one who recognized it. He wasn’t the only one to be intrigued by your personality. Gojo told himself that he was ok with this fact, and he wasn’t insecure either— far from it. His heart always knew in the end, you would choose him over the people that would try to pursue you with romantic interest.
When he saw one of your classmates attempting to drop subtle hints to you today, he couldn’t help but feel something had to change. He knew you would probably make some cute excuse as to why you can’t take the guy’s number, or how you’re focused on your studies rather than relationships, and how you would wonder if they would be convinced or still persist, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he let out a sigh of synthetic relief as he snaked his arms around you from behind. He already knew where you would be— seeing as you texted him which classroom you were in and to come find you later. You were shocked by his actions, smiling meekly at your classmate who was also in dismay.
“Satoru, hi,” you muttered quietly, but Gojo was able to sense the annoyance in your tone. He laughed cheekily, squeezing you harder, fully knowing you would probably kill him for this later. “I thought I told you to come find me later,” you spoke with your jaw fully clenched.
“No could do. Missed you too much,” he sighed dramatically, rocking you back and forth. You could tell your classmate wanted to say something, but bit his tongue and kept quiet.
“Excuse us for a minute,” you said sweetly but apologetically as you dragged Satoru out of the classroom and to an empty one. He could practically see an aura of fire radiating off your body as you let go of his arm and shut the door.
“What was that about?” You crossed your arms, glaring straight at Satoru who’d made himself comfortable on one of the desks.
“What was what about?” He nonchalantly replied to your question. Him pretending to be oblivious set you off even more.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a horrible actor Satoru,” you marched over to his desk. “What happened to keeping us a secret?”
“Oh, so that’s what you mean,” he nodded in understanding as he sat up. “It’s really hard to do that,” Satoru shrugged, patting the empty space next to him for you to sit. Although annoyed, you complied, arms still crossed and all.
“I know I promised to keep us a secret,” he admitted. “But I can’t stand the thought of someone else trying to flirt with you.”
“So you’re jealous.”
“No, not jealous,” he scoffed, looking at your usual smile slowly creeping back to your lips. “I just think we shouldn’t care about what others think about us.”
“I know,” you relaxed a bit too as you felt Satoru lean his head on your shoulder. “I guess I’m kinda scared.”
He let out a small chuckle, taking your own hand into his. He understood your fears all too well, and wanted nothing more than for you to be confident.
“You don’t have to be,” he shook his head softly against you, interlocking your hands together. “No one’s words can make me think less of you.”
“You don’t have to be jealous either,” you affirmed, sarcasm heavy in your tone. He pouted, pretending to be dramatically hurt by your comment.
“I don’t get jealous,” he clicked his tongue, as if he was correcting you. “But you know, you get really angry. Even though you’re subtle about it, you have such a cute angry face.” He knew exactly how to bring light into your mood, attempting to recreate your so-called ‘angry face’.
“I really can’t stand you,” you exaggerated as you leaned into him, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. “You really are the jealous type, Satoru.”
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk gojo#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojou satoru x you#gojo imagine#jujutsu kaisen gojo#gojo fanfic#[ ʚ♡ɞ ] — rena writes — fluff
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La Belle Noiseuse (dir. Jacques Rivette, 1991)
#la belle noiseuse#belle noiseuse#jacques rivette#rivette#the beautiful troublemaker#the little nuisance#cinema#film#film stills#cinematography#michel piccoli#emmanuelle béart#jane birkin
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could you write a percy x daughter of dionysus reader? 🧎♀️🙏🏼
lay all your love on me
AGED UP percy jackson x daughter of dionysus! reader
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warnings: inspired by the "lay all your love on me" scene in momma mia!, just take out the funny background dancers. pretty spicy, not fully on smut, but definitely some heavy making out and innuendos. underwater kissing, mention of underage drinking and the reader being a little bit of a troublemaker, some language, possibly can be seen as slightly angst at the beginning with some little bitty bit of jealously. i really like this one!
summary: the reader is bored on a beach day with her boyfriend, percy, so she decides to tease him a little bit, which ends up with her and her boyfriend making out on the ocean floor LMAO.
Laughter filled the air as my boyfriend, Percy, and I sprawled out on the beach of Camp. It was one of the rare days of peace we had at Camp, a beautiful, glorious, Sunday. Percy looked stunning, as always, the sun warming his freckled face, and the sea making his already perfect hair even curlier. His swim trunks, even though they had unicorns in shark onesies on them, clung to his figure perfectly. I took a sip of my champagne that we had managed to steal out of the cabinet that my dad kept near his desk, and I tried to pry my eyes away from Percy. He was chattering out about something that had happened with the younger campers the day before, watching the waves from his perch against a rock. I wanted to distract him from the mundane talk of camp, so I decided I would mess with the boy a little bit.
I stood up from where I sat near Percy and pulled off the oversized tee shirt that I had on over my swimsuit. The swimsuit was plum purple, and I knew Percy loved it, he made it abundantly clear every time I wore it. I stood near the water, about ten or eleven feet away from Percy when his conversation finally died down. “You look...beautiful, dear gods.” He choked out, his voice straining a little bit.
I smiled and adjusted my hair, so it framed my face. “Thank you, darling.” I took another swig out of my champagne flute and turned so my back was to Percy. Soon enough, just as I expected, Percy was beside me. He moved to put his hand on my lower back, but I swatted his hand away. I looked over and saw the little pout on his face, and knew my mission was already succeeding.
“I noticed you talking to Connor a lot yesterday, what’s that about?” Percy asked, his tone almost a little bitter, even though I could tell by his demeanor that he was joking with me.
I shrugged. “I lived in the Hermes cabin for a long time, Mr. D never wanted to claim me because he didn’t want to have to punish his own daughter. I used to get into a lot of trouble at Camp.”
Percy chuckled at this. “Oh, I know. What did Connor want, though? You guys don’t usually talk like that.”
“Don’t worry about it, Perc.” I looked him in the eye. “He was just asking me if I knew who had stable duties this week, since we both are in trouble with Chiron right now.”
Percy sighed, letting his eyes wander down my figure, which sent electric shock through my entire body. “Okay, I’m just not used to being so jealous. Any guy I see talk to you feels like a potential threat.” He moved closer to me, our fingers millimeters away from touching.
“You have no reason to be afraid of other guys. You know I’ve only ever had eyes for you. You have all my love.” I said, comforting the boy.
He nodded at this. “Sorry, I feel so possessive of you sometimes, you’re just so fucking beautiful, I know any guy would want to have you, but you’re mine.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “That’s why I love you so much, Perc. That is exactly how I am with you. I don’t want anyone else to even look at you.”
Percy leaned down a little bit, probably trying to kiss me, and I connected our noses, but never our lips. I moved away, pushing his muscular chest a little, and went to take a sip from the glass still in my hand. He smirked a little bit, finally catching onto the game I was playing with him. I set the glass down in the sand, and walked further into the water, thus further away from Percy. I flipped myself so I was facing him again. “Don’t go wasting your emotion, Perc. Lay all your love on me!”
He giggled, obviously getting the ABBA reference I was making here. “Okay, miss disco queen.”
I laughed, getting close enough to kiss him again. This time, just our top lips touch before I pull away and move back to the rock we were leaning against earlier. Perched again on the rock, I looked Percy in the eye. His eyes wandered once again to my figure in the swimsuit, but not in a way that made me uncomfortable, in fact, he made me feel so loved with his gaze. He moved towards me this time, and finally brought us together into a real kiss. My back pressed against the cool surface of the rocks, and I was fully immersed in the kiss. His hands went to my waist, pulling my chest flesh against his, causing my entire body to feel ignited by his touch.
He separated us, leaving me panting and my knees weak. “Two can play this game, disco queen.” He ran off into the water, diving into the depths of the salty sea.
“Not fair!” I shouted out after him, still trying to compose myself after the earth-shattering kiss we shared. Sure, as a Dionysus kid, I may have a lot of wit and a lot of charm, but I could not breath underwater like Percy could. Suddenly, I saw a mop of blond curls pop up from the water about half a mile into the distance. “Percy Jackson!” I yelled again.
I saw, or at least I thought I did, him flipping me off from the distance, and that made the desire in me to catch him even stronger. I hopped in the water and started to paddle my arms, quiet poorly, trying aimlessly to catch up with the boy. I felt a hand grab my calf, and I yelped as I was pulled into the water. I came face to face with Percy. I hated to say it, but he looked even more attractive underwater, if that was even possible. His lips met mine, once again, and due to his touch and manipulation of the water, I could breathe, ish. His hands gripped me, pulling me further down into the dingy water. Being underwater with Percy was always a thrill, especially when we were making out like this, tongues clashing and hands being nowhere and everywhere all at once. When he finally parted from me, both of us were panting like dogs. “Gods, I love you.”
I giggled, pressing a lingering kiss into his jawline. “I love you, too.”
He bit his lip as I continued to press kisses into his jaw, his neck, and eventually his collarbones. Maybe it was the champagne going to my head, or maybe it was my handsome boyfriend, but I had never been happier than I was in this moment. My kisses went lower and lower down his abdomen, and I’m sure what you can guess what happened next.
But, as they say, what happens in the ocean stays in the ocean, or something like that.
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson show#percy jackson x you#percy jackson fluff#percy pjo#percy jackson imagine#percy jackon and the olympians
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