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so many people out there want to marry me but i am devoted to tumblr.com

born to be a theater kid forced to have zero singing talent

i just realized that if im a pjo fan and a tyler the creator fan that if i put ‘TTC’ I don’t think they’re gonna know the difference between tylwr the creator or the titans curse

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

hello! may I request completely whipped percy x oblivious reader with just pure fluff? and they kiss at the end? tysm!!

Yes, yes! Of course! Thank you so much for your patience! p.jackson x reader

“This one is perfect too!” you murmured, eyes alight with excitement as you took the seashell from Percy’s outstretched palm. Your fingers brushed his in the handoff, just a soft touch, but it was enough to make his breath catch and his fingers twitch—like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to curl them around yours or pretend he was only shaking off leftover sand.

You didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, you turned the shell over in your hands with a soft hum of appreciation, already tucking it carefully into the little pouch you’d slung around your hips “Thank you,” you added without looking up, your attention already on the next wave to roll in, eyes scanning the foamy edge for another treasure.

Honestly, Percy still wasn’t sure how he ended up here, ankle-deep in saltwater and grinning like an idiot just because you’d asked if he “wanted to come find shells.” Of course, he’d said yes. He would’ve said yes to anything you asked. Jump in the ocean? Sure. Hold this slippery sea cucumber? Why not. Spend hours combing the beach just to help you with a craft project he didn’t entirely understand? Absolutely.

You had this way of saying things like they were the most important thoughts in the world, and Percy... well, he was helpless to resist.

“You always find the nicest ones,” you said suddenly, glancing over your shoulder with a warm smile that made his heart stutter in his chest. “It’s like they just wash up for you.”

He gave a sheepish laugh and shrugged. “Maybe they just know they’re gonna end up with you. So they try harder.”

You blinked at him, not quite catching the implication. “That’s kind of a weird thing to say, but cute. Thanks.”

He looked away, trying not to smile too hard. Gods, you really had no idea.

Another hour passed, and your bag grew heavier with little pastel shells, spirals and fans and chipped little half-moons you swore had “personality.” Percy didn’t even care what you were going to use them for. He just liked listening to you talk about them like they mattered. Like he mattered.

The sun had just begun to dip lower on the horizon when you sat down in the sand, patting the spot beside you without even looking. He dropped beside you without hesitation, brushing off his hands.

“I think we did good,” you said, holding up a shell to the light. “You’re really good at this, y’know.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’m just good at following you around.”

You turned toward him with a puzzled look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Percy hesitated, a small grin tugging at his lips—but before he could answer, a loud voice carried through the calm of the beach.

“Yo! Dinner time!” one of the younger campers shouted from the top of the dunes, waving at you both. “Chiron says if you’re late again, you’re on clean-up duty!”

You blinked, the moment breaking like a bubble, and Percy let out a small sigh before pushing himself up.

“Saved by the bell,” he muttered dryly, brushing the sand from his shorts.

You chuckled, still clutching the little pouch of shells to your chest. “I guess we’ll have to finish this later.”

“Yeah,” he said, glancing at you with something soft in his eyes. “Later.”

The walk back to the dining pavilion was filled with the usual chatter and easy laughter, just like always—but Percy kept stealing glances at you, wondering if maybe—just maybe—you had some idea of what he'd been about to say.

You didn’t.

Not that evening, anyway.

It wasn’t until the next day that you finally found him alone again, leaning against the railing by the canoe dock, skipping stones across the lake with absent aim.

“Hey,” you said, walking up with your hands behind your back.

He turned to you, and whatever teasing smile he had ready vanished when he saw the look on your face. It was… shy. A little nervous. Kind of excited.

“I, uh—I made something,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “From yesterday.”

Before he could ask, you brought your hands around and held it out: a simple but beautiful bracelet made from the shells you’d picked together, strung together with careful knots and braided cord. It looked a little uneven in spots, like you’d redone it more than once, but it was undeniably you—and clearly made with a lot of heart.

Percy stared at it, stunned.

“For me?” he asked, voice quiet.

You shrugged, trying not to fidget. “Well… yeah. You helped me find them. It felt right. Plus, I mean, it’s not enchanted or anything, but I figured it could be your good luck charm? Or… just something to remind you of the beach.”

Percy didn’t say anything.

He just stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you without warning, pulling you into a tight, warm hug that made your breath catch.

“You’re the best,” he mumbled into your hair. “Seriously. You have no idea how much I love this.”

You laughed softly against his chest. “You haven’t even put it on yet.”

He pulled back only enough to slide the bracelet onto his wrist, holding his arm up like he was showing off a medal. “Perfect fit.”

Your smile stretched wide across your face. “Good. I kinda guessed the size.”

“I’d wear it even if it cut off my circulation,” Percy said, dead serious.

You looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, then up at his face—and froze. Percy was already looking at you.

Not the casual, teasing look you were used to. Not his usual smirk or one of those lopsided grins. This one was soft. Unshy. Quiet in a way that made your heart stumble in your chest.

“What?” you asked, barely a whisper.

He smiled, but it wasn’t a deflection this time. It wasn’t hiding anything. “Nothing,” he said. “Just thinking I really, really like you.”

The words slipped out so gently you almost didn’t hear them. Almost.

You blinked. “You—you what?”

Percy’s ears flushed pink, but he held your gaze. “I like you,” he said again, steadier this time. “A lot. I think I’ve liked you since the first time you made me hold a crab so you could sketch it.”

Your mouth opened—then closed again, brain suddenly struggling to keep up. “Wait. You like me? Like—Like-like me?”

A laugh escaped him, warm and a little breathless. “Gods, you really had no idea, did you?”

You shook your head slowly, still processing. “I thought… I mean, I didn’t think you were just tagging along to be nice, but I didn’t think it was like that.”

“It’s definitely like that,” Percy said. “It’s so like that.”

He was standing so close now you could see the specks of blue in his sea-green eyes. And suddenly you weren’t sure what you were waiting for.

So you leaned in.

Just a little at first. Barely enough to count.

But Percy met you halfway, one hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as he kissed you—soft and certain, like he’d been waiting forever for the chance.

You didn’t pull away.

When he finally did, just enough to breathe, he was smiling. “Took me forever to work up to that,” he murmured.

You were still close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. “Worth the wait.”

And this time, when your fingers brushed his, he didn’t hesitate.

He laced them through yours like he’d been meaning to all along.

◟𖥻 percy's girl : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Percy would let the world burn if that assured him y/n's happiness. Everyone knows it, except y/n herself.

warnings: jealous n overprotective percy, slight mentions of violence i really don't know if it counts, oblivious reader, no cabin mentioned for reader.

Everybody at camp halfblood knows by now not to mess with percy's girl— except, well, she isn't really percy's girl. At least not that she knew, but for everybody else? yes, she is his girl.

Hard to think about it in any other way when Percy walks around camp glaring at just anyone that even dares to look at her the wrong way. And when it comes to keeping her out of harm's way? He is practically a force of nature.

Percy doesn’t take y/n's happiness lightly, so anything that threatened that is handled by him without her even noticing.

She is probably the only person to come unharmed out of every Stoll prank, and it's definitely not for lack of trying. Connor and Travis like her enough not to pull anything dangerous, but that doesn’t mean they can let her get away without trying.

So everything was planned. A simple, classic, but effective bucket on the door. She only had to come out of her cabin for lunch and they would get her. Hiding in the bushes, Travis and Connor snicker once the door opens.

She is talking to Percy, that is walking behind her, but something makes him pause just when she steps exactly on the mark the Stolls had left. Percy clocks what is happening immediately, as if it was second nature, and he moves y/n out of the way just in time for the bucket to fall directly on him.

He ends up fully covered in chocolate syrup seconds later, but he couldn't care less. His only worry is— "you okay, sunshine?" he asks, wiping chocolate off his face.

She is, in fact, okay. But she's gaping at him, her eyes comically wide. "Oh my gods Percy, how did that happen?"

Oh he definitely knows how that happened, he can turn around right now and find the bush in which the Stoll brothers are hiding just by the sound of them snickering. He is going to kill them.

Still he shrugs. "I don't know, weird bucket placement." He replies casually. "Why don't you go ahead and wait for me in the pavillion? I'll take that bucket down."

"Weird things always seem to be happening around here, huh?" She raises her eyebrows, but happily obliged as she starts walking away.

Percy doesn't take the bucket down, he makes the Stoll brothers do it once he takes them out of their hiding. And the snickering doesn't last them much because as he's leaving, he glares at them. "You two better not try this bullshit with her again."

Listen, Connor and Travis are all about going against direct orders from everyone. But they don't try anything else after that, because Percy is scary when it comes to y/n and they are not about to end in the same position as that Ares son who had tried to flirt with her.

It had been after sword training, some Darren or Dane or something— Percy really did not care about his name, mostly because he was more occupied with glaring at him as he leaned a little bit too close to y/n.

He stood a few feet away from them, knowing that he couldn't intervene without y/n noticing but still fully preparing to do it just in case she got too uncomfortable. He knew her, she wouldn't say anything in fear of being rude. But Percy didn’t have that problem, he would gladly be rude if that meant keeping her safe.

So for now, he only stood with his back against a wall, pretending to sharpen riptide.

"You know, you should train with me sometime. I could teach you a few moves." He told her, smiling smuggly. Percy wished he could erase that smile right away.

And when she started hesitating, the son of Poseidon got ready to intervene. "um- I-" she stammered.

But Percy didn’t really have to do much, because as he was pushing himself off the wall, the Ares guy seemed to notice him, sharpening riptide and sending incredibly hard stares at his way.

Darren-Dane-whatever visibly gulped and took a step back. Percy smirked. Smart move.

As the boy excused himself and basically ran away, y/n blinked at him surprised before she turned to Percy. "Okay, that was weird."

Percy smiled innocently. "Right? so weird."

The next morning due to completely unrelated events, Darren-Dane-whatever ended up waking up in the lake, completely soaked without a single clue how he got there. Percy denied any relation to this weird incident.

Worst part about it all is that Percy swears people don't learn their lesson. While y/n is just walking around in her perfect sunny world, Percy is just following her, trying to maintain her world exactly as it is, free of assholes.

But gods dammit, those assholes don't make it easy for him.

When they're playing capture the flag, they end up on opposite teams and even though Percy is focused on getting that flag, he's also worried for her. He hasn't seen her around, but he knows she should be somewhere close because he has already seen some of her siblings running around.

It's only when he's close to the opposite team's flag that he finds her: she's supposed to be guarding the flag but she's crouched down near the lake, watching a butterfly that's perched on a flower, completely oblivious to the mayhem happening around her.

Percy stops abruptly, his heart racing at the sight. She looks completely at peace, lost in her own little world, the late afternoon sun tracing shadows on her face, it's like she belongs in a painting. So beautiful.

He's mesmerized for a second, flag completely forgotten. Then—

A blur of blue runs past him, pulling him out of trance. His mind barely registers one of his own teammates from cabin nine before the boy is already charging towards y/n at full speed, catching her completely off guard.

She rolls on the mud, almost falling into the lake and Percy is immediately running to her.

"Dude what are you doing? go take the flag!" His teammate yells at him, pinning y/n to the ground. Fuck the flag, Percy couldn't care less about it.

With almost too much strenght, he's pushing the boy out of her, sending him soaring through the air, an indignant yell before he lands with a splash right into the lake.

"Dude what the fuck? i'm on your team!" The Hephaestus boy yells as he clumsily stands on the lake, dripping wet and looking very displeased.

Without looking, Percy flicks his hand and a second later, a wave crashes into the boy's face. He doesn’t care about his protests, he's busy helping y/n up on her feet.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his hands cupping her face to make sure there's absolutely not one scratch on it.

She lets out a small cough, wipping mud from her face. "Yes? it's capture the flag, Perce. This is part of it."

He knows she's right, that doesn’t stop him from scoffing. "Yeah, well, what he did was unnecesary." They both look at the boy once again trying to stand up only to be met with another wave crashing against him.

This time, she realizes this is Percy's doing and gasps. "Percy!"

"What?" he shrugs innocently, wiping some dirt from her nose without any care for the other camper. "He looked like he needed some refreshing."

He ends up being dragged away by her, not that he puts any kind of restraint anyways.

Yes, maybe everyone at camp knows about him being just a little overprotective of her, but so what? he loves her— can't help it if he wants her to be happy and safe. The only one that doesn’t realize this is y/n herself, she's completely oblivious of his actions.

And she remains oblivious through it all; when she's thirsty after training and he's waiting for her with a water bottle, when she's hungry and he has her favorite snack ready, when campers are talking badly about her archery skills and with only one Percy-designated glare they immediately shut up before she can hear them, when he deliberately walks by the side closer to the magical borders just in case something dangerous happens.

It's always there, he's always there. And all it takes is overhearing a conversation for her to realize it.

She's outside of the Aphrodite cabin, waiting for Piper to go have dinner at the pavillion when she overhears some of the girls walking by.

"I mean, come on, Percy is literally the hottest guy at camp, don't you think?" one of them says, and she feels this bubbling jealousy in her chest— something she has never experienced before.

"Agree, but it's a little annoying that y/n is always around him." the other one adds. "I mean she's sweet but he probably finds her annoying how much she clings to him."

Her heart drops, is that what they think? is that what Percy thinks? that she's just this annoying girl clinging to Percy for everything?

Before she can overthink it, the first girl talks again. "I don't think he finds her annoying, he's like totally in love with her, obsessed even."

A third girl sighs dreamily. "Right? he's always so careful and protective with her, Dean from cabin five told me Percy was glaring at him for flirting with her, and the next day he casually woke up on the lake. Listen, he would totally let someone burn if she said she wanted to roast marshmallows."

A chorus of giggles follows, their voices dissipating as they walk away without even noticing y/n was there all along, trying to process their words.

Suddenly everything clicks in her mind. Every time that Percy seemed to just be there. Always at the right moment. Always with a solution to every single problem.

She's not dumb, she has known Percy was protective. But she always thought it was him just trying to be a good friend, surely he was the same with Grover or Annabeth? but now she was sure it was never the same.

Because neither of them has Percy following them around, treating them like they're the most precious thing in the word. That's only reserved for her, and it has taken her this long to understand it, realization crashing over her like one of those waves Percy used to almost waterboard the boy that almost hurt her during capture the flag.

Piper finally steps out of her cabin, apologizing with y/n for taking too long. But she's not even listening, she's already made up her mind.

Without even stopping to take some time to think it through, she turns around and ignores Piper's questions as she sprints towards his cabin.

She arrives just when he's stepping out of the front door, and she's running so fast that she can't stop herself in time before she crashes into him. Thankfully, Percy's senses are better than hers so he catches her by the waist before they both end up on the floor.

"Woah there." he says, and even through his confusion he still finds it in him to be concerned. "Did something happen, sunshine?"

He barely has any time to finish his question before she's grabbing his face and pulling him down to kiss him. He makes a startled noise, completely caught off guard because honestly that was the last thing he was expecting to happen. A couple of long seconds pass with him completely frozen but then— oh, then he's kissing her back, his hands finding her waist like they've always belonged there.

He can taste the strawberry chapstick he has always seen her put on, but the kiss also tastes like stolen glances and endless afternoons spent together, like a love that's always been there, just waiting to get noticed.

When she finally pulls back, too soon on Percy's opinion, he blinks at her. "Not that i'm complaining, but what was that for?"

Her heart is stammering against her chest as she offers him a small smile. "Some girl said you were in love with me?"

"Took you long enough to realize." he replies simply before pulling her close again, his lips finding hers as if this was something he had been born to do.

And she can feel it, in the kiss, in the way he holds her— Percy Jackson loves her. And the best part? She loves him too.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

yes obv!

“you suck” percy’s dick? yeah, I know!

I’m not a waitress but I’d happily take his tip

Have you ever tried this one?

Heh hey

bro I thougt I actually had a request 💔

honest to god Annabeth had the realest crash out ever w/ Rachel because by the time Rachel helps out Percy and Annabeth with the quest in botl this is after Percy's blown up Mount St. Helen's. So imagine this from Annabeth's pov: you finally kissed Percy and then he dies, no wait actually he didn't die, and while you've been off mourning him, he refuses to say where he's been for the past weeks but you know. you know exactly where he's been. and now he and Chiron are telling you that you need help on your quest, and who does Percy think you need help from?? Oh. Of course. The mortal girl. His "friend" that you didn't even know he had until she just showed up that day you and he were supposed to spend together.... yeah no I would've lost it. Annabeth sweetie you could've been even meaner and it would've been an under-reaction honestly.

we need to bring back this tweet now more than ever

oh my gosh! Your Percy smut was amazing, any chance you could write more? Still loser!percy but he’s your friend and you find out hes a virgin and hasn’t really kissed and you teach him how? Love love your writing🩷

loser!virgin!percy + f!reader :p in v, making out, unprotected sex 𓇼 ࣪ I understand u anon <3... smut!

it was obvious Percy didn't talk to girls. not because he didn't want to, it just seemed that every time he tried, he'd either get shot down or get laughed off. that's what he was expecting when he asked you, his friend, for help of the romantical sort.

"so you've never-?" you say, brows quirking in shock and near amusement as you half-smile, amused by his situation.

"no," he mumbles, arms shifting awkwardly around himself as he admits to you his inexperience, before glaring at you half-heartedly. "you can stop smiling now, its not that funny."

that's what led to you sitting him down on his bed, bringing his hands to the low of your back, and with your lips as you approach his face slowly. "can't believe you agreed to this," he says in a near-whisper before he slants up against your lips a little too carefully, too awkwardly as his lips remain very light against your own. he sort of knows how these things go, having seen couples on the street kiss and the tongue-fucking they do in the pornos, although never sure on how to do it himself.

the sort of timidness he has makes you pull away, making him follow your lips with a twangy whine. "oh. my. god. you really have never kissed, have you?" you giggle, making him flush and part his lips as if to defend himself, before you swooped back in salaciously.

your lips were more mature than his when it came to kissing games and played hard against his warmly, making him claw slightly at the back of your shirt with a sort of nervous excitement.

"oh, fuck," he groans, already getting going in his boxers from a half-assed makeout. the groan was tell-tale, resulting in you only putting yourself flush against him in his lap, chest to chest now as he started to lean into you, hips moving up with an impatient wriggle, causing you to stop.

his cheekbones dust pink as he notices just how hard he's gotten, moreover how you know how hard he's gotten. "sorry, I'm really sorry, I-i-" he's babbling, cutoff by you as you say, "do you wanna?"

with clothes discarded into a pool on the floor, you're letting him wring his ringed fingers in your hair as he starts to slowly sink into you like he's seen the guys do to the girls in the pornos he's educated himself on, all of it feeling much better than his own hand that he would use when he watched them. But the feeling of your gummy walls was too much, making him snap all the way in, making you hiss and squirm.

"Percy! you can't just do that-" cut off by him starting to move in and out of the plush of your pussy. "shit, fuck, I'm sorry baby, I know, I'm real sorry, you just feel too good-" he says amongst other unintelligible babbles as sloppily thrusts with no technique. his hands cling to your hips, keeping them in place from moving too much as his own sound against yours.

you can tell that he's never done this before, from the way the best feeling thing about him was the size of his dick filling you up. not that he cared, as he was too busy watching the way your tits would move and your mouth would let out those little moans.

despite his lack of knowledge in sex and all things surrounding it, he didn't seem to be doing that bad of a job, he thought, from the way your pussy kept sucking him back in. "oh, baby, please, pleaseplease let me cum inside, please," he's nearly crying as his thrusts become impossibly sloppier, his abdomen tightening. he's just never had anything as nearly good as your pussy before.

and he's seemed to have done the trick, because in your dick-dumbed state you nod, letting him shoot into you with pathetic whines and pads of his fingers bruising on your hips.

"thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou," he sighs in a blissed-out state, leaning down to press a kiss to you cunt before cuddling up next to you, making him and you sigh. he just loves how his sheets now smell like you.

"next time, I'll teach you about aftercare."

guy who doesnt realize hes commanding a small army and thinks a lot of people are just going along with his bit

lil percy blurb for yous!

“can you not?” you groaned, pushing percy’s head away from your neck. it was so incredibly to focus on the task at hand when he assaulted your neck. he kept his proximity to you by wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“mmm. . . no.” he smiled and dropped his dead to your shoulder. “come to bed.” he whispered into your skin, hot breath fanning over your shoulder.

as tempting as it sounded, you needed to finish up with the bracelet you were making for your siblings birthday present. you shook your head, finally focusing once again. percy nudged your shoulder with his nose, once again feathering light kisses along the slope of skin.

“perseus! the more you distract me, the longer i’ll be here.” you stated, hoping he would finally allow you to finish up.

“will you be done soon? m’ gettin’ antsy over here.” his grip loosened.

“i can tell. yes, i’m almost done. will you allow me to finish in peace? i’ll join ya as soon as i’m done.”

he had fully let go and stepped back now. “suppose. be quick, yeah?” he sat over on his bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling in silence.

as the minutes ticked on, you were able to put the final touches on the bracelet. you tied it off, getting up to join percy in bed. as if on queue, his eyes snapped open to see you above him. his hand gripped your waist and pulled you atop him.

“finally. i was getting bored all by myself.” he smiled up at you.

“well now we can be bored together.” your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“wouldn’t have it any other way.” he placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“ugh! percy—” he continued peppering soft kisses on your face, effectively shutting you up.

my masterlist

I think I'm inlove with you.

Do you like certain sons of Poseidon by the name of Percy Jackson

No. Of course not. (i say as I begin to get on all fours and foam at the mouth)

also hi bestie ily

“you must have some guts” yeah now disarrange them

⊹ ࣪ oh to be a woman ˖ ᡣ𐭩

Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

Is the rock wall supposed to be on fire?

-unclaimed new camper

It’s always like that! Welcome to camp! Usually it spurts lava!

-Hiyori, cabin 21🔥

canonical

Ya know that feeling when that "omg I have a crush" feeling wears off and you notice that the dude is kinda ugly and rude? Happens to me far to often

going through this rn 💔💔

people are always talking about how percy would be so bad at singing but am i the only one who thinks he’d just sing like that in front of people because he’s not trying or because he’s embarrassed? i feel like at night with annabeth if she was having a nightmare he would sing her back to sleep. i think his voice would be deep and kinda raspy but in a good way and it would be so soothing to listen to.