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roommate!percy thoughts . . .
you’ve been roommates with percy jackson for two years, friends for even longer, so you should’ve found it a little weird and alarming when he traipses into the living room that morning and you think he looks like he’s bathed in all of aphrodite’s glory.
you should’ve found it a little weird, because you’ve never looked at him that way before.
the little routine the two of you have established over the years plays out as it should that morning—you wake up when sun rises, go about your quick drill of showering, brushing your teeth, and throwing on some clothes before you head to the kitchen to make breakfast. percy trails into the room a few hours after you do, half-asleep and mumbling for food, and that’s when the comforting, dull familiarity of the routine slips into completely new and unexplored territory.
you hear percy before you see him. he always wears those socks that are thick enough to make little thumping noises against the wooden floor, and the scent of his sheets cling onto him so much they reach your senses in waves. he smells heavily of lavender detergent and something citrusy. it’s how you know he’s there every morning, and how you know when to get breakfast done by.
“g’morning,” he rasps at the same time you chirp the greeting, and you smile a little at the sound of him. rough around the edges, as usual, but a little rougher this time. that means he’s slept good.
“you sleep okay?” you ask, turning around with two plates in hand. you’re not at all prepared for what you see in front of you.
your breath stops halfway down your throat and your body goes numb, all the way down to your toes. you almost drop what you’re holding.
you’ve seen percy shirtless plenty of times before. plenty—when he walks out of the shower, when he goes surfing, when it’s the middle of summer and the a/c’s broken. you’re not at all unfamiliar with the vast expanse of his tan skin over lean muscle.
yet, why do you feel so utterly breathless seeing him now? blanketed with sleep, hair ruffled from tossing and turning all night, droopy eyes, and lips teetering on the edge of a yawn. bare arms flex, subtle, as he stretches. you could see every curve of his body, every ridge over his arms and torso that you for some reason want to trace with your fingers.
he looks the same as he always does in the morning, but… hotter.
what?
you must’ve been staring at him for an uncomfortable amount of time because he speaks up, “you okay, honey?”
he’s called you that before, honey, but now, you shiver deliciously like it’s the first time.
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i love, love, love roommate aus, it just has so much potential to be so many things 😫 anyway, this was just a little thing, let me know if you want me to write something longer or even (maybe) turn it into a series! 👀
talk to me → percy jackson
DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which y/n gets hurt and says a few incriminating things while in pain. [ warnings for injury, talk of food, blood, and playfighting ]
PAIRING ⌙ percy x fem!reader
WORD COUNT ⌙ 1.0k
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"are you okay?" percy's voice asks from beside you.
you look up at the black haired boy, and feel your head rush— either from the stab wound in your shoulder or the fact you're hopelessly in love with him.
with a small gasp you say, "i think that empousa got me pretty good. is the bleeding bad?"
granted with the immense discomfort you're feeling in your shoulder, you're sure that your wound must be horrific.
percy bends down to you, eyes wide, "ugh yeah, it's bad— do you think you can walk? i need to get you to the river."
with a meek nod you go to stand, only to fall onto percy. eyes shut in both pain and embarrassment you utter a haste apology.
the tall boy lifts you up, princess style— and any other time the action would cause your heart to flutter straight out of your chest, but with the searing pain in your shoulder, the action goes practically unnoticed by you.
being so close to him, you can smell his musky vanilla scent, and it reminds you of his room— a messy but inviting place. it always reminds you of all the times you've sat in that room and watched him play a video game, wanting nothing but to admit how badly you liked him.
"it might take a few minutes to get there, so don't pass out on me." percy says, holding your head in the crook of his neck.
you hum out a reply and attempt to keep your eyes open. percy could heal you, sure, but if you slipped into unconsciousness— well, there was a chance he wouldn't be able to wake you up.
"it's hard to stay awake.." you drawl, pain overcoming you.
you feel percy speed up his walk, "okay, then talk to me. what did you have for breakfast this morning?"
you giggle a bit, mind halfway asleep, "pancakes with strawberry syrup. i gave the third one to connor— he begged."
"good, good. uh, what about yesterday? what did you have for breakfast then?" he questions, hands holding you tight.
you try your hardest to remember, but you can't, "i dunno. i was too busy staring at you."
percy's walking pauses before he quickly begins again, "you were staring at me?"
you nod against him, feeling faint, "you looked cute. you were wearing a new shirt."
"can you remember what i was wearing, y/n?"
"a concert tee and shorts, and you had on those ratty old converse i got you for christmas."
percy laughs a bit, "just a few more steps and then we'll be there. keep talking though, okay?"
you huff, brain beyond muddled, "i- i know you only like the shoes because i put blue soles in them, and you think that makes them lucky. that's why you wear them all the time. and- and you, you have a weird thing with always knowing what i'm thinking. i don't know how you do it."
you feel percy bend down, slipping the both of you into the river, "wanna know how i always know what you're thinking?"
you nod, feeling you hair get wet by the movement.
"because i know everything about you. every little part of you that makes you— well, you. i take pride in knowing the people i love, and i love you so much. how could i not?"
you feel the deep wound on your shoulder begin to dissipate. the pain slips away gradually and you open your eyes to see percy's sea-green's.
the boy smiles down at you, "plus you're easy to read. like right now," he bites his lip before continuing, "i can see right through you, just so you know."
head suddenly alert and clear you grimace, "what exactly do you see?"
the boy keeps the two of you submerged in the water, allowing for your wound to fully heal, "i see a girl oblivious to a boy trying to tell her that he likes her."
you furrow your brows, "you have a thing for me?"
percy checks your shoulder before shrugging, "i'd hate to state the obvious..."
you smack the back of his head, "i almost died— you're telling me if you like me or not, fish brain."
he rubs his head, "i just saved your life and you hit me— i don't have to tell you a thing."
"fine." you say, pushing away from him.
you see him roll his eyes before pulling you close again. his hands are firm on your wrists and you look up at him.
you're embarrassed by your confessions from earlier— but you're trying your best to keep the sheepish feeling off of your face.
"what now?" you ask, harshly.
percy quirks one eyebrow up, taunting you, "are you going to act like a brat or let me say what i'm trying to say?"
"i'm not a brat."
"you're right, because you're the most insufferable person ever. y/n, i've been waiting for years for you to finally admit you like me. i've planned so many dates— tired to make the perfect space for you to tell me, only for you to say it after an empousa attack."
you go to speak, but percy cuts you off, "i've been in love with you for years, you brat."
shock is evident on your face. your mind is reeling.
years? percy has liked—no, loved, you for years?
"why were you waiting on me to say it?" you ask, eyes wide.
percy chuckles, "i thought you had to of known i liked you— i made it so obvious. i wasn't going to be the one to admit something obvious."
forgetting about the previous anger you had been feeling towards the boy you jump up to place a kiss against his lips.
he responds quickly, lacing his hands behind your head, pulling you in more. despite all the times you've imagined kissing him, they definitely stand no comparison to the real thing. his lips are plump and soft and the way his hands start to trace your body make you want to never pull away.
with a final kiss, percy pulls his head from yours and looks into your eyes, "i'll take it you forgive me?"
you roll your eyes, "only because you saved my life."
the boy smirks, "and not because i kissed you like my life depended on it?"
maybe that too, but you'll keep that to yourself.
Read to me
Percy Jackson x fem!reader
Summary: in a world full of monsters, Percy just wants to protect his girlfriend.
Warnings: mentions of rainstorms, mentions of threats, self doubt, angst, fluff
Wordcount: 0.8k
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The night started off with soft rain falling from the sky on the top of the beach house. Montauk. It started quiet and not threatening. Being the Son of Poseidon it shouldn’t make him lay away at night in fear of the storm outside, right? He shouldn’t fear it. But since the dreams got heavier and he finally had something - someone to lose, it felt all a bit more threatening. His life was now not only weighting him down - threatening him - but also her. The girl in his arms that was unaware of everything that happened during summer.
He felt bad for not spending the holiday with her, but she also couldn’t accompany him. Being left to wonder what he was doing there. She knew Grover already and she listened to Percy talk about his friends there - like Annabeth, a girl he mentioned one time too much in her opinion (but she would never actually say that to him) or Tyson. She knew about the lake that was there and capture the flag, but everything else was a mystery to her.
“Why are you still awake?” Y/n asked, waking up in the middle of the night from her boyfriend shaking in fear of a lightning and thunder.
It wasn’t the first time they have slept in the same bed, often doing sleepovers on the weekends. And it definitely wasn’t the first time she woke up because of him. But when she asked for the reason it was always the same.
“Just a bad dream,” Percy muttered, rubbing her arm gently to assure her that it was all fine.
“Percy,” she said, pushing him further than before. Mostly she would just let it go, nod and give him a kiss before snuggling back into his side and fall asleep again. Assuring him that he was safe was her. But he feared that she wasn’t safe with him.
“What are you dreaming about?”
The questioned lingered on her mind for longer already but she finally spoke the words. She needed answers. Not just lame excuses as to why he had scratches down his skin or why he always carried a pen with him when he never even used it.
She needed answers and he knew that, but could he give them to her so easily without putting her in danger? He couldn’t, so what would he give her? What could he give her?
“You,” he answered. Y/n looked at him confused, leaning on her arms to look at him properly. Her fingers moving through his hair. “It’s always you and it never ends good. I don’t want whatever happens in my mind happen in reality too.”
“It won’t,” she assured him, laying her head in the crook of his neck, planting small kisses on his skin.
“What if it will?” He couldn’t keep the possibility of it all away from his mind. He couldn’t block out the pictures he saw when closing his eyes.
“They’re just dreams, Percy,” she said again.
“Maybe they’re not,” he argued back.
“Dreams can’t hurt you.” She took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “I’m here. I’m fine. And as long as I’m with you I will be.”
Silence filled the room. She was right, partially. As long as she was with him nothing would happen to her. He was able to protect her, fight whatever would threaten her.
“Can you read to me?”
Y/n looked at him surprised but nodded nonetheless. Climbing out from under the covers to grab the book, which she would be reading to him whenever he asked, from her bag. The Odyssey. She was confused and taken back when he asked her the first time, taking the book from her shelve and telling her about his interest for Greek Mythology. That was the first night he stayed over at hers. Listening to her read the words written on the pages for him to better understand them.
Saving herself from the cold again by laying back down next to him, Percy rested his head on her chest like he always did. Her hand found it’s way into his hair and gently playing with a few strands. Percy would ask some questions about who was who again sometimes, making her giggle in embarrassment when she didn’t know herself and then they would try and recite which characters they still knew had which part in the story.
The thunder still followed the bright streak of light closely behind but it got less and when she felt him finally relax against her fully and she turned off the light all which was left was soft rain. Kissing the top of his head, she closed her own eyes, falling back into a deep slumber surrounded with her own dreams of him.
please please i need him so bad please please just one chance please please
You’re here, you survived, this is real.
(percy jackson hurt/comfort)
✵ synopsis: After your single trip to Tartarus, you’ve come back a different person, but not for the better. Everyone notices, but especially Percy as he becomes desperate for you to open up, hurt that you’re struggling in silence and knowing that keeping it inside is too close to tearing you apart.
✵ interest: percy jackson (HOO)
warnings: mentions/talk of:loss of appetite, trauma, depression, isolation.
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Percy’s breath caught in his throat once he met your gaze. The warmth that once radiated from your eyes had vanished, replaced by a chilling emptiness that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Like a void so profound that it mirrored the darkness of Tartarus itself.
Seeing that endless abyss where your spark used to be, Percy felt dread settle in his chest, knowing that what you had faced was more than anyone should ever endure.
His eyes lingered on your cheekbones as they jutted sharply beneath your skin, casting shadows where there was once a healthy glow. He noticed how loose the collar of your shirt hung around your neck, the fabric draping over your frame like a shroud. As you shifted, the tattered edges of your sleeves fluttered, revealing glimpses of angry red scars given from where you once were.
The moment you returned, everyone noticed the slight tremor in your movements and the way your gaze darted around the room, as if searching for danger. Your fingers twitched at your sides, instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there, revealing the unease that still gripped you.
Percy's heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through his chest. He recognized the haunted look in your eyes, having seen it reflected in his own mirror countless times. Each flinch, each hesitant movement you made, sent a jolt of empathy through him.
Hours later, as you sat at the table surrounded by friends, you felt an intense isolation. The sounds of laughter and clinking utensils faded into a distant hum, leaving you feeling detached. Your fork hovered above your plate, trembling slightly before you set it down, the food remaining untouched.
When you abruptly stood, your chair scraping against the floor, a hush fell over the room. The best you could do was mumble a stupid excuse before leaving behind a group of concerned glances.
Later that night, Percy's footsteps echoed down the hallway as he approached your door. He raised his hand to knock but hesitated when he heard the muffled sounds of distress from within. Instead, he rapped out a familiar pattern on the door—three quick taps followed by two slow ones.
The door creaked open, revealing your disheveled form. Your hair stood on end, dark circles etched beneath your eyes. The room behind you was in disarray – blankets twisted on the floor, books scattered, and a sense of anxiety lingering in the air.
"Hey…" Percy’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes scanning your face and noticing how you hugged yourself tightly, as if trying to hold yourself together—or maybe you were just cold. Without a word, he slipped off his hoodie and handed it to you, offering a silent gesture of comfort and warmth.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words emerged. Your gaze fell to the floor, and your shoulders hunched inward, as if trying to shrink away from the weight of your emotions.
Percy glanced past you, taking in the chaos of the room, before extending his hand toward you, careful not to touch. “Can I?” he asked softly, his gesture conveying a silent request as he held out the jacket, ready to cover you with it.
Y You nodded, a barely perceptible movement, and followed him as he draped his hoodie over you. The cool air that had once sent shivers down your arms now seemed to dull in its effect. Walking through the hall was a welcome change from the confinement of your room, offering a brief escape from the suffocating atmosphere.
Percy watched as you leaned against the ship's railing, your fingers gripping the weathered wood so tightly that your knuckles turned white. The moonlight bathed your face in a ghostly glow, casting shadows that accentuated the hollows beneath your cheekbones and the dark circles under your eyes.
It was a stark reminder of the weight you carried. The effort you put into keeping it all together only seemed to deepen the strain, revealing that your attempts to hold everything in were, in fact, making it all the harder to bear.
"Talk to me," he urged softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes searched yours with an intensity born from desperation, as if trying to bridge the distance between your pain and his understanding.
You didn’t move, your gaze fixed on the dark waters below. The gentle lapping of waves against the hull filled the silence between you.
Percy inched closer, the proximity allowing him to feel the tension radiating from your body without quite touching. "I'm here," he whispered, his gaze locked on you with unwavering focus. "Whatever you need, just tell me."
A shuddering breath escaped you, your shoulders trembling with the effort of holding yourself together. When you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper. "Every time I close my eyes…” you looked up to his green eyes piercing your own, his expression gave you the confidence to continue, even if your voice came out shaken. “I'm back there."
Percy's heart clenched. He knew all too well about the nightmares, but couldn’t imagine what plagued your mind every time you tried to rest. Thing things he could imagine you’ve seen...
You turned to face him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I don’t know how to do it. How to keep going."
Percy swallowed hard, searching for the right words. "One day at a time," he said finally. He had his share of what you were experiencing. "Even if it’s one hour at a time, it’s still progress. And especially remember you’re not alone."
You felt a tear slide down your cheek. Without thinking, Percy reached out and gently wiped it away with his thumb. He felt you tense up for a second, until you leaned into his touch, craving the warmth and comfort of human contact.
"I'm so tired," you whispered, your voice cracking.
Percy nodded, his expression softening with the kind of understanding that came from knowing deep pain. "I get it," he said, his voice steady but gentle. "I know you’re exhausted.
He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "But you’re here. You made it out, and that’s huge. It might not feel like it now, but things will get better. I promise you, they will. You’re stronger than you think, and this—everything you’re going through right now—this is just part of the healing. I know it’s tough, but you’re not alone. I’m here with you, every step of the way.”
You didn't respond, but you didn't pull away. Together, you stood in silence, watching the stars reflect on the dark water. The night was cold, but Percy's presence beside you offered a small warmth, a tiny spark of hope in the darkness that had become your world in so little time.
As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky, you felt something shift inside you. It wasn't happiness, not yet. But for the first time since your return, you felt a flicker of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to yourself.
( part 2 soon )
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jj couldn’t help but love it when kitty got all possessive over him
you’ve always loved the smell of the big supermarket stores, something so mundane never failed to put you in a good mood, hence why the blonde has dragged you along to pick up a few home essentials. he couldn’t help but notice the way you clung to the side him, lips grazing against the muscle of his arm as you nuzzled yourself closer - there was a slight confusion in what he’d done right but whatever it was meant that he had a chance of getting some nice sloppy head tonight, so he really couldn’t say much
a good few minutes passed by of you just running around picking up anything and everything, insisting that it was a need and by this point jj had lost you - wandering around the frozen foods isle hoping to see a glimpse of your dark boots in the corner so the both of you could get back home and get your pretty mouth to work.
“hey you seem lost” the feminine voice comes from the side of him, he figured it must have been a worker trying to trick him into buying some stupid shit he definitely didn’t need, “oh-uh no i’m good - just looking for my girlfriend, you seen her aroun-”
“silly of her to leave a guy as cute as you roaming around” she interrupts taking a few steps closer, hand raising up to graze against his chest. he was quick to shut the interaction down, readied to leave the situation and find you as quick as possible “umm- uh- no thanks?” he mutters out before pacing over to the end of the isle, catching a glimpse of your overflowing cart - you’d have had to be close
but before he could feel his self leave the breeze of cold, invited by the multiple freezers in the section - he could feel the same hand grab at his wrist, causing him to pause in his tracks “my number, so y’can call me” the frilled voice lets out before turning away, walking to the other side ignoring his call for her to take the small piece of paper back.
and to his luck, before he could chuck the piece of paper into the nearest bin and pretend the unwarranted interaction never happened, he was met with your mean glare in front of him eyeing the piece of paper and the figure of the girl who was making her way out
jj was many things but he wasn’t an idiot debatable, he was quick to rush and explain and ramble about whatever had happened “i mean i said no- and she just like grabbed me and gave me it- ill throw it away right now baby”
“no”
it was the first word you’d said this whole time, he was confused were you upset?were you mad? and if you were mad,was it at him? at her? before he could bombard you with a million questions you ushered the paper towards you before shoving it into the endless void of your purse. you continued as normal grabbing the blonde close to your side and strutting off towards the till, leaving him in his constant state of confusion
the ride back was quiet , unusually quiet - the air,which would typically be filled the sound of jj chattering away with your occasional inputs, was completely and utterly silent “uh- g-got anything to say kitty cat” the blonde pogue breaks first, voice booming through the undisturbed silence , hands drumming at the steering wheel
“nope” the soft pop of ‘p’ was the last sound before it fell back into the discomforting silence, “right..right - are you annoy-” the messy haired blonde begins, but is stopped as soon as he feels your hand creeping up his thigh - loosely playing with the button of his shorts
“you were saying something?” it was less of a question and more of a tease, eyes looking up at him knowingly that this could go two ways “what-uh-no-no…just wanted to say you look so so hot babe” he starts to ramble, hand engulfing yours before leading it down his cargo shorts “must be annoying being that hot n’ i just wow ok” the last words come out more of a breathy moan, as you play around with the tip of him, yanking his shorts down to let himself spring free - a soft groan following the action
it was almost like it was a game, watching him get harder with every touch, every gentle stroke. “eyes on the road” you remind him, leaning down to press a tender kiss on the mushroom tip of his dick - tongue swirling around on the head “fuucck-” the blonde clearly eager, utters underneath his breath, a quiet whimper leaving his mouth “cant wait to get home n’show that pretty pussy how much i love her” he continues making your cunt involuntary clench at the propsal
“bet she couldn’t make you feel like this” you challenge referencing the random girl at the store previously ,hands stroking up and down his aching length before sinking your mouth down his dick, bobbing up and down “not even a chance baby” he moans, hips thrusting upwards at the red light
the dingy car was filled with the sounds of choked breaths and loud groans as the blonde continued to fuck your throat “such a good girl f’me huh?” voice coming out raspy and breathless, pulling you off him, waiting for answer “aren’t you kitty cat?”
“mhmmmmm” he swore he could’ve cum right there, you looked so cock drunk for him, he let go of your hair - shifting his attention back to the road was harder than it seemed, with the way you went back to working your mouth on him - it was impossible not to cum but he resisted because he knew that the only place he was cumming tonight was deep in between your gummy walls, filling you with all his babies
it was feral. how quick he was to park the car and lead you into the empty home, lips colliding with each other sloppily throughout the whole way. the large clatter of your purse and his keys and whatever nonsense that you both held was blanketed by the wet sounds of your mouths, tongues swirling around each other. it was messy, so so messy but a care couldn’t be found in the world as the blonde pushed you against the shitty old couch, mouth peppering rough kisses along your jaw
“bet this pussy is so wet f’me” his hand made its way to roughly pull of the mini skirt you’d been wearing, throwing it to some random corner of the room, eyes focused on the damp spot on your panties. it wasn’t long before he was planting a deep long kiss to your now bare pussy, panties torn off the moment he saw them “she’s lookin’ so pretty” he pants, fingers reaching up to pinch at the little nub causing a slight hiss from you “jayy- ngh- fuck me please” the ache in you was so so prominent now, all you wanted him to do was pound your guts while he told you that he was all yours
“so so needy today…huh?” jj knew you too well, he knew exactly what that look in your eyes meant “don’t worry baby….g’nna fuck you so good- show you that this dick is allll yours”
the harsh whine you make as he sinks himself in is a sound jj wishes he could tattoo in his mind, it was so perfect, so needy -just like you. your hand scrambled to the tops of his head , fingers gripping the ruffled hair and bringing him down closer to you, kissing all over his face muttering the word ‘mine’ between each peck
“yeah- fuck- all yours m’promise” he pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips before nuzzling his head in the crevice of your neck, sucking harshly against the soft skin. he lifts his head up placing his forehead against yours, one hand gripping onto the armrest of the scruffy couch, while the other reaches inbetween your sweaty bodies pressed together to rub at your sensitive little clit making you let out an almost pornographic moan.
“jayyy m’so close…please” you had no idea what you were mewling at him for, but you needed to be in his bones, in his blood at this moment because the sight of his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on pounding into your cunt restlessly had you wanting him to live in your skin
“yeah c’mon baby….cum for me know y’can” his hips don’t falter, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while his fingers rubbed at your poor clit and with one soft pinch you were coming undone all over him “ngh-m’cummin-fuck fuck fuck” it wasn’t long before the taller boy was joining you in your high, the feel of your velvety walls squeezing him was enough to make him coat your insides with his cum with a loud groan
you two lay there for a while, he was still inside you, both of your orgasms forming a white wring around the base of him “ i think i got her real good” the blonde mumbles into your neck, hand carelessly grazing against your clit, stopping after the squeal you let out “just checking up on her…kay?” body slowly lifting off yours as he pulls himself out, yanking up his cargo shorts, leaving you feeling empty. his head moving down to inspect your cunt. it was selfish but he couldn’t help but press a few chaste kisses against your quivering hole “jay….no more please” you plead, eyes all teary from the stimulation
“just givin’ her a little love baby, don’t worry” he argues, mouth hovering over your mound before kissing all over. god he looked so perfect, one hand moving to grab his phone, while the other tangled itself in his hair - taking a few pictures of him, face buried deep in your pussy. yours, he was yours
so it was no surprise to jj when he received a text later in the night from a random number calling him an asshole, opening it to find that someone had sent the photos from earlier in the afternoon
𝜗𝜚 birthday boy .ᐟ
currently playing ❛ stargazing ❜ in which: ❛ percy's typically home this time of year, leaving you to celebrate his birthday in your own cabin with one single iris message update at the end of the day. but, for whatever reason, the gods were in your favour because you got to celebrate your boyfriends birthday with him. ❜
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pairing: ❛ percy jackson x fem!reader ❜ warnings: ❛ use of y/n (😔), cursing ❜
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when you first heard from percy that'd his school year was starting up later than usual and that he'd be able to stay at camp a week longer, you thought to yourself wow, maybe those offerings do work.
it was a blessing and a curse that percy took forever to wake up in the morning, giving you just enough time to sneak out of his bed and spend the few minutes you had blowing up balloons you'd gotten the stoll twins get for you along with everything else you needed.
for gods sake you even contacted his mother a few days earlier just to ask her what he normally did on his birthday so you could make his day perfect.
the balloons flooded the floor and the overwhelming scent of latex and frosting from the singular cupcake you had mixed with the smell that always wafted through percy's cabin.
eventually, the son of posiden would come to realize that this whole time no one had been laying next to him. worry would shoot through his body as he shifted to reach for you. his hands lifted to rub his eyes before sitting up.
"y/n?" his eyes met yours almost instantly, the furrow of his eyebrowns loosening. "gods you scared the shit out of me."
once he finally got a good look around, a smile lifted. the little indents next to the corner of his mouth becoming more prominent. "what's all this?"
"it's for your birthday!"
percy never understood how he got so lucky with you. he watched in admiration as the flame flickered on the freshly lit candle. the blue wax slowing dripping down it's frame.
"it is your birthday right? august 18th?"
percy kicked the covers off. "yeah - yeah it is. when did you do all this?"
"while you were absolutely knocked out like 20 minutes ago. come blow out your candle before it gets in the frosting."
percy's feet hit the ground almost too quickly. he sits down next to you and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. he looks to you, then the candle, and closes his eyes before blowing out the flame.
"i wished for us by the way."
"you can't say that now it won't come true." he gently takes the cupcake from your hands, the warmth of them together waking you up a second time.
"yes it will." percy began, his mouth full of the bite he just took. "you think i'm gonna let my totally perfect girlfriend do all this and not marry her? you're kidding yourself, y/n/n."
you scoff before wiping the frosting off his lip. "happy birthday seaweed brain."
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A LETTER FROM LAY! is this lay? actually posting?! everyone clap!
"happy birthday seaweed brain!" we all chant in unison with our fists in the air
⋆·˚ ༘ * sun kissed
warnings: kissing pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader
“are you gonna swim with me or are you going to continue being boring?”
you open your eyes and look up at percy who has exited the water and know kneels beside your laying self
“the second option”
percy frowns. “you’re lame”
“thank you”
you close your eyes again. even as you couldn’t see you could feel percy’s eyes lingering on you, making yours open again
“what’re you looking at, creep?”
“you” he replies with a cheeky smile before he lays beside you
“what’re you plotting?”
“nothing, can’t I just stare at my beautiful girlfriend?”
you brush him off and close your eyes again. this time salty lips meet yours, once and twice before you push percy off of you
“liar”
“me? a liar? I would never do such a thing!”
you roll your eyes and turn on your side so you’re face-to-face with percy. he takes this to his advantage and kisses you. you savor the taste of salt water and allow yourself to be fully immersed. you don’t realize until a minute later what he had planned. you sit up dramatically, percy’s previous hand on your waist drops to your upper thigh, he traces circles on your skin
“you are such a dirty liar! I am not getting in that water with you”
“I never asked you to”
“I’m not oblivious to your schemes”
percy laughs and pulls you back down with him, his arms wraps back around your waist, the other tangles in your hair to assure your lips won’t leave his again. little does percy know with the butterflies in your stomach and his tongue down your throat you’d do anything he asked