#MOM WOULD YOU WASH MY BACK THIS ONCE–

[p4nishers]

IDK ABOUT YALL BUT THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING FOR ME THIS EPISODE WAS LASZLO'S FACE WHEN HE REALIZED HIS SON IS ACTUALLY, ACTUALLY GROWING UP

LOOK AT HIM I CANT BREATH

#THE WAY HIS VOICE WAS WRECKED I CANNOT DO THIS #THE WAY I TELEPORTED TO THE EDGE #THE WAY THE TRAIN JUST APPEARED #THE WAY THE KNIFE JUST FELL OUT OF MY SIDE #HE CARES SO MUCH I WILL CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP #MOM WOULD YOU WASH MY BACK THIS ONCE– #laszlo cravensworth #what we do in the shadows #baby colin robinson #colin robinson #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits season 4

[strawberryvampbite]

Am I too old for your love, mum?

#girlhood #girlblogger #girlblogging #girl interrupted #sylvia plath #sad grl #the bell jar #mommy issues #mom would you wash my back this once #mitski #class of 2013 #Spotify

[berrieluv]

i could never talk to my mother about my wishes to die. i could never say to her “i wish i was dead” and end in a serious conversation.

it was always a joke, mom i wish i was dead but i also wish i could talk to you. i wish i was dead but i could wish it a bit less if you would’ve let me explain, if you would stop with the jokes, if you would’ve listen to my cries more as a scream for help and less of a impulsive thought.

mom, the day i cried in front of you for my mistakes i did not mean for you to nod and tell me it was my fault, the moment i told you “you’re my mom, you’re supposed to prevent me from doing wrong things” i did not mean to blame you but to take off a bit of responsibility from my shoulders.

mom, the day i told you someone tried to touch me on the bus i did not mean for you to feel attacked, i did not expect you to tell me people have it worst and yet you did.

and mom i know you’re trying to be better, and i’m trying too. but i’m twenty years old now and i needed someone by my side back then, and it just feels now like i’m walking alone in life, and i’m surrounded by people but i always feel by myself, just like you made me feel back then.

#mom would you wash my back this once #mitski #mommy issues

[cr0ws-doodles]

Glass, Irony and God, Anne Carson

#words #quotes #anne carson #literature #glass irony and god #anne carson quotes #web weaving #beautiful words #mom would you wash my back this once #dark academia #dark academia quotes #mitski coded #mothers and daughters

[lovestryke]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

#help i came home and they got so ballistic that i didnt say hi to them #after my 9 months of driving myself home and entering the house from work not once have they urged a greeting out of me #why the hell do they care now??? #like mom got so mad and i was like um ok * goes back to watching danny gonzalez * then i get shouted at to come to parents room #and im like siiiighhh let me put on my jacket i know this will be a while #and im just getting yelled at and standing there like. is the song and dance over yet. can i get back to my computer #and my dad is like your MOM and I DONT TREAT YOU GUYS LIKE THAT #and im just in my head like.....you give us greetings rather than treating us like human beings.....ok....i would prefer the respect rather #than the greetings.... #and my dads like whenever I come home I always greet everyone #and its like. yeah ? i can think of a few times where you havent but it doesnt matter when its you right #oh you can come home and greet everyone yeah but can you treat us with respect? are you capable of not having everyone groan when they hear #your car horn that indicates you're home? do you have the ability to not make everyone hide and vacate to their rooms when they hear your #key unlocking the door? no? then i dont care about the fact you can say hi to everyone #and mom is like lecturing me and my sister about not cleaning as well and its like hi what about your husband #hi maybe you should question why we cant clean our rooms #maybe its the fact you never taught us how to organize or how often to clean? did you know you've never taught us how to properly clean? #did you know i cant clean without a timer? are you aware that your eldest daughter that gives you attitude and promised to be mean when #she's taking care of you in your last years of life doesnt clean whatsoever? the 26 year old that acts just like your husband? the one whos #only chore is to wash dishes and doesnt even do that? she complains shes too tired because of work but even on her off days she doesnt do i #? do you remember that she only does the dishes when she's going out with a boy? do you remember the 3 months where i took it upon myself t #do everyones chores because i had the time? the way you dont acknowledge i helped out a lot during that time and helped keep peace through #the house by doing that? you dont because you love to focus on the negatives and as a result you make your own life miserable #and everyone else's?especially mine because im the one who actually feels guilt? but dont do it bc im tired of doing someone else's work?

[jovalencia]

I miss my childhood house so much I would give anything to grab the knob at the end of the banister and jump from the third step and catch a million seconds of air while I whip myself around the banister and down the hall

#I also miss my treehouse and the pool table I would use for fashion shows and the smell of the “secret garden” under the stairs and #the way the house would settle and the planes overhead and that stain on the carpet from where I dropped an entire plate of mac n cheese #and the distinct smell of my mom’s closet and climbing down over the back bank and going to the entryway where the ceiling was two stories #high and throwing bouncy balls as hard as I could to get them to bounce off the ceiling and the rope swing in the backyard and eating #the buttercups that grew there bc I read once they were edible and the sound your nails made when they scratched across the counter and #using hot clue to peel off paint and make patterns on the workbench and the shed that smelled like gasoline and climbing the tree that #my dad installed handles into to make it easier and making umbrella forts and playing washing machine (spinning around and around in #circles with your arms out then falling to the floor and watching the room spin) and the mismatched rung on the banister from where #I broke it and the sound of the cat door and how the garage door was so heavy that it would slam if you didn’t prop it open and how the #smell of laundry would waft up into my room and how if you laid on the bathroom floor you could see a piece of the old yellow flower #wallpaper that my mom missed when she ripped it out and the sound of the sliding glass door that we could never quite get clean and #the sound that the bag full of bags would make when you opened the pantry door too far and how my neighbor always used to sing when #she brought her trash out late at night and the crunch sound the carpet would make when you walked on the edge and how raccoons would #always come to the back door and my cat would try to scare them away and being scared to go into my mom’s bathroom bc the shower #had been ripped out for years after my dad tried to power wash it so it left several gaping holes to the rest of the house but there were #spiders in there for all I knew or cared #carmen.txt

[hearteat3rblog]

wish ppl would stop asking what i do for a living. all i do is read, overshare, write poetry, scroll through pinterest for hours, make up fake scenarios, blog, trauma dump, rot away in my bed and think i'm better than everyone else.

#girl boss gaslight gatekeep #just girlboss things #me core #i love me so much #rotumblr #slay girlboss #i’m just a girl #i’m the best #girlblogging #lisa rowe #mom would you wash my back this once #hit me with your car

[humanveil]

deranged thoughts that make no sense but that i will post anyway cause i’m procrastinating: mitski class of 2013 is a liv & serena song specifically post 15x01 except serena is dead

#but literally mom would you wash my back this once…….. #for real i think liv wanted two people in the immediate aftermath but one was dead and the other was as good as #but you know. brian’s is still fine. #do we think it was the same apartment as 99. same couch she texted el n called serena on. hmmmm #maybe I will do my fucking assessment #terminal svu brainrot

[bigenderteruki]

Dont talk to me i started thinking about shou while listening to mitski again

#doot doot #mp100 #MOM WOULD YOU WASH MY BACK. THIS ONCE. AND THEN WE CAN FORGET.

[raynes-payne]

When I wake up from a bad dream I text my mom. Even tho she left I still need to tell her about it to make it okay. I really want her to hug me rn but she’s far and doesn’t have time for that. Anyways time to go listen to a YouTube Audio to feel safe.

#just girly things #rant post #this is a girlblog #girlblogging #bpd vent #mom would you wash my back this once and then we can forget and i’ll leave what i’m chasing for the other girls to pursue #mommy issues #i want my mom #waaaahhhh

[slverblood]

smth smth "calling light, light, that one syllable, in demand or recognition"

#OOC / HOLLY. #smth smth 'I am somewhere in this damned world killing people for you' #smth smth 'but for the sake of your garden I sat up to my neck in blood' #smth smth 'mother is it alright if I sleep in your house tonight? mother is it alright if I stay for a year or two?' #smth smth 'mom would you wash my back? this once and then we can forget it' #smth smth 'mom am I still young? can I dream for a few months more?' #smth smth 'It’s then I ask you mama my mother my heart my mother my heart my mother mama the sadness I feel. Where do I put it? Where mama? #smth smth 'accept this last utterance. o mother who bore me I am going below' #smth smth 'if I were drowned in the deepest sea / mother o' mine o mother o' mine / I know whose tears would come down to me' #anyway I have starters to write on Luci

[spooky-salesman]

.(ventundercut)

There is no greater pain than opening your vent book and seeing all the dried tear stains. And the fact that your still crying over the same people who are supposed to look after you.

#vent #tw vent #personal vent #mom would you wash my back this once #and then we can forget #and I’ll leave what I’m im chasing #for the other girls #to persue

[iamyown]

MOM, CAN'T YOU SEE? WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE? WE LIVE UNDER THE SAME ROOF, WHY HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THEM YET? THE SIGNS THAT I DESPERATELY TRIED TO SHOW, ARE THEY NOT VISIBLE ENOUGH? HOW MORE OF MYSELF DO I HAVE TO EXPOSE? TO LAY BARE? IS IT MY FAULT? MAMA, IS IT MY FAULT ALL ALONG?

#mom would you wash my back this once? #class of 2013 #mommy issues

[chaosandmarigolds]

More Simon Riley and Pre-k teacher? Duh, cause I've been thinking about it for too long :0

Thinking about how the first day retirement!Simon would've gone when he was babysitting pre-k's little boy

Simon actually spent forty-two hours getting the house 'Ollie' proof, after you sent a two-paragraph long essay on how 'rambunctious' and 'high-energy' your three-year-old could be

Simon that never felt so happy as he opened the door to see you with Oliver on your hip, a small part of him wishing that you didn't have to drive to see him

Simon who never wanted the moment to end when you gave him a hug once you told Oliver to go run inside, smiling ear to ear as you handed him the backpack and lunch pail and a small remark on 'how he would make just a fine dad'

Simon which when Oliver wanted ice cream quickly whipped out his phone to text you to make sure the little guy didn't have any allergies

Simon who has your name saved with a <3 beside your name (something he will die with...and that Oliver noticed)

"dat's mommies name."

"right-o, laddie."

"Has heart, ooo, mommy likes hearts, 'ister Riley."

Simon with an ice cream in one hand and Oliver's hand in the other walks through the park, ensuring his silence on the matter

Simon who pushes Oliver onto the swing set at the playground about ten minutes from his house, not caring to look at how all of the mom's looked at him in awe because he had you, and you trusted him with Oliver- an honor he would never forake

Simon who carried Oliver park for two hours at the park since the little guy was just...so so tired, and began to think you got the kid all wrong, this little thing couldn't be so high energy that you had to warn him about it

Simon as he sat on the ground watched Oliver in the backyard, spending the next forty-nine minutes jumping on the tiny trampoline Johnny had given him as a prank gift- was carefully sweeping up the broken glass on the ground since Oliver sent on a little...run through the house as soon as they got home

Simon was exhausted when your car pulled into the driveway around six pm, your clothes a little worse for wear, and your hair frizzled out from the humidity

Oliver who took the opportunity to go through the zipped up and dusty bag that sat on the side of the sofa, finding Simon's old balaclava, being three chose to put it on

Simon who lets the hug linger as you thank him again for watching Oliver, only lets go when he hears your faint gasp and you move to walk in

Simon who swore his heart fell into his stomach when he saw the three-year-old with the old tattered thing- no! He hadn't washed it in- The kid was too-

'Oh my gosh! baby, where'da get that?'

'Ister Rileys."

'Really? well you look so so handsome but I think Mister Riley doesn't want you goin through his stuff'

Simon never though he would be affected by a little kids puppy dog eyes until he saw Oliver's, so he quickly shakes his head and tells the little dude that when he gets it washed its all his

Simon who would give so many more things than a war-run balaclava to see you and Oliver smile again

Simon who helped Oliver take a few of his things and was confused by the boys insistence on leaving his dinosaur with him

Simon was never more flattered when you explained that you always told Oliver that you would come back for his dinosaurs, so his want to leave them meant Oliver wanted to come back

Simon who really should've invited you in for dinner...Well, he would have all of summer to try again

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #mw2 ghost #cod mw2 #cod imagine #ghost imagine #simon riley fanfic #simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley fluff #dad simon riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw3 #simon riley x female reader #x female!reader #coco’s pre-k universe! <3

[zalayni]

𓂃 💫 ੭ ᝢ SUGAR ༉

spendin' all my nights alone waiting for you to call me. you're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep 💤

❛ pairing: earth42!miles x reader

❛ summary: after a long day there's nothing better than having your lover help you as you do your night time routine, no matter how girly it might be.

❛ warnings: the lower caps are intended. reader uses she/her pronouns.

❛ author's note: this is supposed to be longer but I lost everything and had to restart it from scratch. also this isn't proofread what so ever. I live like a warrior i'll die like a warrior 🫡🫡(I'm too lazy to read alat)

if anybody told Miles from when he was new to being prowler that he would be sitting in his room, wiping a girls makeup off specifically HIS girls makeup off he'd just tell them. “man you're buggin.”

yet here he was.

after a long day of standing around with music blasting in your ear while people laughed in the background you were finally back alone with Miles. it was silent but at the same time it was comforting. Miles was there kneeling infront of you, wiping your makeup off as you sat on the vanity chair he had bought and installed in his room along with the hello kitty mirror he saw people hyping up on tiktok.

don't get it mixed up though Miles would never use that vanity, he bought it for you. he filled up the drawers with makeup and products he'd see you use just for you. he did all of this because all he wished was for you to feel at home with him.

he went through the hard work of building and putting up the parts by himself as he was too embarrassed to ask uncle aaron or his mom for help. what would uncle aaron say if miles would randomly come in his home saying “help me build this pretty pink and white vanity I just bought.”

you always crashed at his place or miles would crash at yours. either way he always insisted on helping you with your nightly routine.

"all done Mami, now go wash up. I'll get your pajamas from the laundry." Miles attempted to get up before getting stopped by your hands pulling him down to peck his cheek. you pulled away while muttering a thank you.

Miles smirked at you while getting up.

"yeah, no problem. anything for my girl."

miles was the sweetest person to ever come into your life. who knew Brooklyn's number one killer would be such a lover boy? maybe it's because of the fact that he's always been a mamas boy growing up.

you finished up your shower, wrapping the towel around your body before a knock echoed through the bathroom. "ma, can I come in? I've got your pajamas." you quickly opened the door to see Miles standing there with your pink pajama set in his hands.

he stared at your figure watching as water droplets still slowly rolled down your body.

"Morales you're staring at me." you playfully said while side eyeing before taking the clothes out of his hands. Miles huffed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer silencing your giggles with a kiss.

"whatever ma you're trippin' I wasn't even staring you're just reading into it too much. even if I was can you blame me? I bagged such a pretty girlfriend."

Miles eyed you down once again before leaning close to your ear. "maybe even future wife."

ugh what a tease. yet everytime he did this you felt butterflies in your stomach.

he chuckled before exiting the bathroom leaving you there staring at his back, stunned. you shook it off with a laugh and got dressed so you could be back in his arms.

you brushed your teeth and did your skincare that Miles would always restock on. you felt bad as they were pricey but he would always insist on buying them for you.

you hanged the towel on the rack to dry and exited the bathroom, practically speed walking to Miles room. once you opened the door you were met with Miles laying comfortably on his bed with nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants on. He had his arms up with his phone in his hands scrolling on whatever socials he was checking up on.

you closed his bedroom door before crawling in between his arms, laying your head on his chest. Miles sighed and put down his phone, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked the top of your head making you look up at him. "long day?" you asked him making miles suck his teeth.

"tch. ma you were there with me, yes the function was fun but of course my mom had to make us stay till past midnight talking about some ‘hold on we'll leave after I'm done talking.’" you laughed at him mimicking his mom's voice whole repeating what she would keep saying during the function.

mrs morales loved you so she told Miles to invite you to their family's function as his date which you gladly said yes to.

the day was long and your feet might've ached from all the standing as every seat was taken up, your stomach might've hurt from all the aunties insisting on you to eat more but at the end of day you got to see Miles smile, and it wasn't because of you. for some that was the rarest sight to witness.

after the death of his dad Miles drifted away from everyone but here he was laughing and bickering with his favourite cousins. he was actually playing his favorite sport, basketball for once and laughing whenever he'd steal the ball from his cousins.

you witnessed Miles grow as a person and slowly pick up broken pieces. it was truly heart warming.

here you laid in the dead of night, ear on Miles chest hearing his soft heartbeat with your eyes closed. you were calm yet your head was racing with thoughts. you decided to break the silence after awhile of listening to his breathing pattern and heartbeats. "hey Miles, I'm not sure if you're asleep but I have a question."

it was silent for awhile making you think Miles fell asleep before you could ask it but then he answered. "go ahead Mami, I'm listening."

"would you give the world to me?" you looked up at him only to see his half lidded eyes staring down at you. "mhmm no."

your heart dropped at his answer, lips close to quivering, but the hard beating of your heart slamming against your chest was calmed down with what you heard him say afterwards.

"hermosa, why would I do that when there's other planets too?"

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please do not steal, copy, translate or put my work on any other apps. thank you for reading 🫶

artwork in header made by koscribbls on instagram

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #miles morales imagine #earth42 miles morales #earth42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv imagines #earth 42 miles morales x you

[pigcowboys]

Hello!

Could you please write a Percy x Reader and The reader just randomly goes missing?

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: the day you go missing, percy’s world seems to crumble.

warning(s): ANGST, depictions of depression maybe?, bad coping mechanisms, cursing, kisses

a/n: THIS REQUEST IS SO SADDD :(, I tried my best though!! i left the ending ambiguous cause im a sucker for happy endings 😁‼️

part 2

it was all kind of surreal to him.

yesterday was amazing. the moment he opened his eyes he was greeted with your seemingly blinding appearance at his cabin door, smiling at him widely as you said good morning to him, instantly knocking the heavy burden of waking up so early off his shoulders.

he felt light on his feet as he followed you to the mess hall to eat breakfast. breakfast that he barely even touched because he spent most of the time there trying to provoke a laugh out of you. he felt his heart when after his 7th or 8th horrible joke you gave him a unapproving look, stifling a smile as you continued to eat your breakfast.

he didn't appreciate that smile enough, he reckoned.

the day continued on with the two of you spending the day together. could you believe it? you took him to pick strawberries with you — said you wanted to make him something since his birthday was coming up soon. his heart practically lurched when you told him that.

how could someone be so sweet..?

he’d just pull you into an embrace, peppering kisses all over your face before skipping over to the fields with you in tow. hand in hand was how you two always walked — not that percy minded one bit at all.

you looked amazing picking strawberries, so focused and calculated as you observed each berry closely to see if they were ripe enough, or if a pesky insect had gotten to them before you did. percy just watched you in awe as he held the basket still for you.

you were very meticulous in the way you picked each berry. they all had to be perfect — nothing but the best for your boyfriend, that was what you said. he beamed at that mention of himself, biting back a dopey grin as the word ‘boyfriend’ reverberated in his mind.

later into the afternoon percy would be by your side as you washed and stored every strawberry in a red container. you’re so beautiful, he thinks. not that he’d ever tell you that.. he didn’t want you to laugh at him for being corny. he couldn’t help it, though.

you’re just so perfect.

“did i ever tell you I love you?”

“rats!” you snapped your fingers, a smile curling on your face. “i totally forgot to remind you to say it today.” you joked, not breaking eye contact with the strawberries as you plucked another stem off.

“ha-ha,” percy said unamused. “you’re so mean to me, would you prefer to have a boyfriend who never appreciates you?”

you placed the last strawberry down, turning to percy with a smile. “thank you, percy, i love you too.” you replied, batting your eyelashes at him.

percy frowned, his heart rate increasing as he huffed out in frustration. “your heart’s not in it.”

“my heart’s totally in it.”

“mm, i find that hard to believe.”

“what, you want me to prove that I mean it?”

percy shrugged. “well, i mean if you’re not down..”

you shot him a look, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “there, i love you, i mean it.”

“do you?” percy raised an eyebrow at you. “my mom kisses my forehead.”

“and your boo-boos?”

“I’m leaving.” percy said, attempting to get up as you fumbled to pull him back down into his seat next to you with a laugh.

“ok! sorry! i’m sorry.”

percy gave you an unamused look, heart stilling as you leaned in once more, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as you pulled him into a gentle hug. he recognized the perfume you were wearing, something he’d bought for you on your 2nd date.

you insisted against him spending his money but, it didn’t stop him. since then you’ve worn it every single day. the sweet smelling aroma was almost burned into his brain chemistry.

he nuzzled himself into your torso, exhaling in satisfaction as the two of you sat there holding each other. and for a moment and none less, percy forgot about all his problems in the world, you always seemed to make him relax so easily.

he missed being relaxed.

percy was waken to the sound of panicked knocking on his door.

he stumbled to his feet reluctantly, groggily making his way over to the door of cabin 3. why were you making so much noise this early? you never knocked so loudly.

“y’know i prefer when you knock —” percy stopped his sentence midway. it wasn’t you on his door at all, it was annabeth. a rather.. panicked annabeth. her grey eyes were blown wide and she seemed slightly alarmed.

“annabeth, what’s wrong?” percy asked, slowly but surely regaining his consciousness.

“percy..” annabeth started, a slightly solemn tone in her voice. “we have to..talk.”

the next few minutes of that conversation with annabeth went over his head as he struck with shock and denial.

just like that, after only a few weeks — weeks that he had spent by your side almost every moment as you two counted down to his inevitable birthday.

you were just..gone.

nobody understood anything about where you’d made off to, not a trace of your clothing or even your scent. it was like you were wiped off the face of the earth and the only people who knew of your existence was everyone at camp half blood.

“you’re..you guys are going to find..” percy trailed off “you have to find them.”

annabeth gave Percy a sympathetic look. “look, percy — i don’t know if mr. D will—”

“who cares what he thinks? you have to find them, they’re just as important as anyone at this camp!” he looked away. “more, even.”

“we don’t even have a clue where they are,” annabeth rationalized. “and if Mr.D is going to handle this the same way he did when I was in this situation..” she locked eyes with percy

“then, there might be no hope.”

percy’s heart pinged when she said that, a frown tugging at his face as he brought a hand to run through his hair. annabeth just stared at him silently, pulling him into a tight embrace when his shoulders started to falter, shaking slightly as tears brimmed the corners of his eyes.

the rest of week was kind of a blur to him.

fuck, he missed you so much. and the startling fact that he wasn’t sure if the feeling was ever going to go away scared him more than anything. you were right there with him yesterday — laughing and smiling at him with.

was that really the last time he was every going to get to see you?

no — he shouldn’t of even thought about that. you’re not dead, just missing. right? you have to be. he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even get a wink of sleep all the days you were away. how the hell could anyone sleep with their own peer — strangely going missing.

he threw himself into training, wasn’t even sure why. he just..needed a distraction — at-least until he could go out and try to track you down. and when he did find you and bring you, he’d be strong enough to protect you.

it seemed like everything reminded you of him. that stupid strawberry field, your cabin which was now slightly less colorful without you around and most of all, anything vaguely sweet scent. if you closed his eyes and focused slightly he could smell the faint smell of that same godforsaken perfume you’d worn to its limits.

god, he wished he could smell that scent again.

he woken up from a nightmare — a strange one, of you. the standard dream of him seeing your silhouette in the distance and him running towards it time after time again without any fail like he always did before breaking through the ground and waking up.

yet, this time, you spoke to him.

your voice, it but a mere fleeting whisper in his ear as the dream continued, spouting things about the place you were in and how you were scared. percy could barely make out you what you were saying but all he could register was the clear sound of your voice saying “i love you”.

he was completely still in his bed as he clutched his heart, blinking away tears that he hadn’t know had formed in his eyes and he tried to control his breathing, recalling the nightmare — or maybe dream, was more like it, that he’d just had.

he looked towards the door of cabin 3, bottom lip trembling slightly.

you were alive.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #x reader fluff #x reader #pjo fluff #pjo angst #x reader angst