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(Ghostflower fluff since there’s so much angst.)

Gwen exhaled, her breath coming out as a cloud of condensation that quickly fades away. “It’s freezing out here,” she comments to Miles.

“It is,” he agrees, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Gwen scrunches her nose, the tip of it red and numb. She zips up her jacket, pushing the hood up her neck but not pulling it over her head. Their feet dangle off the rooftop they’re sitting on.

“My hands are cold,” she complains, the knuckles and joints on her hands red from the frigid temperatures. Snow fell down softly across Brooklyn, New York.

Miles looks to her, removing his hands from his jacket pockets and cupping hers in his. Gwen’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise. She giggles quietly. “Better?” Miles asks with a small smile. “Yeah,” Gwen responds.

“How is school going?” She asks, trying to keep their conversation flowing.

“Good,” Miles shrugs. “Trying to improve my Spanish grade.” “Oh, in my universe the main language they teach is German.” Gwen replies. Miles just laughs. “How’s your band?” He asks.

Gwen looks away. “We’re sorting it out after I stormed out of practice and quit. The drummer position is still open, so I have another chance.”

“Oh, hope you get it.” Miles says.

Gwen clears her throat. “Actually, now that I think about it, my lips are super cold.” She glances at him, blush on her face increasing for a different reason.

Miles’ blush from the cold takes on a new reason why he’s blushing. “Mine, too.”

They unconsciously get closer, their legs now touching. Miles’ mouth opens and closes slightly multiple times. Gwen laughs softly.

They lean closer, faces now mere inches apart. Both of them don’t really know who made the first move, as their heads leaned in and closed the distance at the same time.

The kiss was warm and soft, comforting even. Somewhere in the heat of the moment, Gwen wraps her arms around Miles’ neck and Miles wraps his arms around her waist. They separate after about ten seconds. Miles’ and Gwen’s faces are enveloped in blush entirely.

“Pav is going to have a field day when he hears about this.” Gwen laughs with a playful eye roll to break the silence.

“Definitely,” Miles agrees with a laugh of his own. “So, are we official now or..?” Gwen asks, glancing away in embarrassment. She realizes they’re still in each other’s grasp.

“Yeah,” Miles replies, his voice slightly breathy.

“I think my lips are cold again.” Miles says.

(Ideas for what Ghostflower story I should do next are appreciated!)

“Son of Neptune” is such a cold title for a person. Like, that sounds like someone who can clock somebody in 3 milliseconds flat. Anyways.

The fact that gods, monsters, and any other deity or opponent refers to Percy as Perseus Jackson. That’s because names hold power, and how every titan has a nickname, or giant, divine deity. The name “Percy Jackson” holds power.

Also, Perseus means destroyer or to destroy and that’s a fact I found interesting.

Pavitra and gayatri for sure😍

I can’t decide

I needed this

YIPPEE!!

Some self indulgent ghostflower to end my summer 🫶💚

you know you’ve made it when your SHIP ART is a pfp

"We are fortunate that President Trump has indicated that he will work with us on a solution to reinstate TikTok once he takes office. Please stay tuned!" how about you go fuck yourself

Actually mitski for president 2024 ❤️

REAL!!!!!

I might need to write this

Gwen Stacy would randomly do the splits and other crazy yoga poses while cuddling, and Miles would just lay there thinking “WTF HOW DOES SHE DO THAT??”