★ kee speaks crack fic that turns fluffy. that's it, that's the whole oneshot. based on personal experience but connor's not real so it was my mom who found me in the corner of my room crying from laughter and embarrassment. also if you don't like bugs be warned

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not!" I whined, tugging on Connor's sleeve. I was half-laughing and half-frowning from embarrassment. Why? An eyelash bug was on my wall and it was as long as my index finger.

"So I came here, near midnight, through your window thinking your parents were here but you're actually home alone, to find you in the corner of your room refusing to kill an eyelash bug by yourself?"

"...Yes."

He stared at me. "You arrived at camp not even 2 minutes before Percy freaking Jackson passed out after fighting the Minotaur and survived the Battle of Manhattan with a scraped knee, and this is what you're scared of?"

I pouted at him. "Last time I tried to kill a bug, it flew."

"Oh. That's acceptable. Hold on," he said, bending down. "You don't mind if there's a stain on your wall, do you, Y/N?"

I shook my head. Connor went to the wall, holding his shoe in one hand. He hit the bug with it, but missed by a millimeter, and it fell on the floor.

He jumped back. "I do not want to come in contact with that thing, Y/N!"

"I don't either!"

"It's moving!"

"Of course it's moving, it's alive-" I yelped as it started crawling over to me. I grabbed my bow from under my bed, scooped up the bug with the tip of it and flung it out my open window.

"Oh. That's nice."

"It's probably still alive," I pointed out.

He grinned, smile brighter than the yellow light illuminating my room. "Yeah, so it can crawl up your window and go in your ear and whisper 'I killed Mufasa'!"

"Shut up, you dork."

He chuckled, pushing his feet back into his shoes without untying the laces. "Alright, I'm off."

"Off to where?"

"Back home?"

"Why?"

"...Because I have to sleep?"

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "You don't stop talking and watching YouTube or functioning in general until 2 in the morning and we both know it."

"Yes, and I will spend those last two hours in my room, on my bed. Goodnight, princess." He made his way over to my window.

"Please stay!" I whined. "I'm home alone for another two days and it's so boring."

He pouted mockingly. "Aww. So sad."

"Fine. Goodnight, sleep tight, alone in your bed, with the eyelash bug's family plotting revenge..."

I almost believed he went back to his house and stayed there, but I didn't hear my window close and I still felt a presence in the room. The mattress sank behind me and an arm was slung over my body.

"Hi. Can I stay?" he asked softly.

Despite being Connor's girlfriend for nearly a year, I still blushed and got butterflies at the things he did because who wouldn't?

"Yeah," I mumbled sleepily. "Yeah, sure."

"Oh my gods, thank you. I can't stand Annabeth," He complained, running his hand through my hair.

"What do you mean?"

"Travis was paired with her for some project, and since she lives far away and is too busy to actually go to our house they go on video calls."

"And?"

"She'd slip in a random fact at least 3 times each call. They make my brain hurt."

I snorted. "No way she could do that. And how weird can they get?"

"I'm serious! Like, 'did you know that peanut butter contains a natural kind of drug that bears use to sanitize their claws?'"

I didn't know how to feel about that, and I didn't know if what he just said had a chance of being true (but probably not) and I wanted to ask how things were at his house, so instead I said, "Yikes."

"Yikes, agreed," He repeated. I wanted to mess with him one last time before sleeping, so I tapped my fingers lightly on his arm. "Y/N!" He cried, flinging his arm up and switching the light on.

I smirked. "There's no bug, I promise."

"Okay. You scared me for a second." He turned off my lamp and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you too. A lot. So much."

"Time to sleep, Y/N."