Last thing I googled: “dragon age inquisition constellations"
Song stuck in my head: MONSTA X - GOT MY NUMBER
Number of Followers: 377 last I checked?
Amount of sleep: Uh, an average of 5 hours? Sometimes more, sometimes less. Depends.
Lucky number: Don’t think I have one?
Dream Job: None? I’m quite content with the one I have, I wouldn’t call it my dream job tho (can’t imagine anyone who would)
Wearing: t-shirt of favourite band, hoodie of my hockey team, jogging pants
Favourite Song: It varies? I don’t think I have one, tbh.
Favourite Instrument: Piano
Aesthetic: Tea/hot chocolate and blankets? Stars and northern lights? A maelstrom of colours with some dark? I don’t know. These kinda things confuse me. Feel like others could probably decide that better for me.
Favourite Author: Kyell Gold probably. And some fanfic authors but it’s hard to pick, really.
Height: 1.63m ……. Am a whole 10 cm smoller than you! ☹️
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Last thing I googled: 5 feet four inch in m 🤣🤣
Song stuck in my head: Genghis Khan, Miike Snow
Number of followers: around 450 I guess.. 🤔
Amount of sleep: ✌🏼😭 don’t ask me hurtful questions! It varies from day to day!
Lucky number: I don’t know if it’s lucky, but I gravitate towards 4 and 22..
Dream job: I dunno man..does anyone pay you to simp for Mads Mikkelsen?
Wearing: alrighty..a sweater, another sweater, a jacket, warm jammies, socks..it cold and my heater’s broken
Favourite song: One Day, Kodaline & Magic, Coldplay
Favourite instrument: I don’t have one..
Aesthetic: coffee shop! With kitties! And an integrated bakery! So it’s ingrained with the scent of chocolate and coffee. With beautiful views of nature outside the windows.
Favourite authors: Um…I don’t think I’ve read enough to have a favourite.
Favourite animal sound: ALLLLL OF THEM…. except the wolf howl..that strikes dread in me..
thank u lety @supercalime for the tag ur an angel!
nickname: vee/vih/vi (its pronounced the same way)
height: 1.53m
hogwarts house: slytherin
last thing i googled: the storm 1880 (don’t ask)
song stuck in my head: hayloft by mother mother
number of followers: i’m kinda really embarrassed to say it… but last time i checked it was 34…
amount of sleep: around 4 hours a night, so,,, 28 hours a week? lmao that’s concerning
lucky number: 13 and 22
dream job: actor
wearing: t-shirt and shorts
favourite song: at the moment it’s Young life crisis by UPSAHL
favourite instrument: recorder cuz i play it. but drums are so cool
aesthetic: lmao this is complicated. 80’s, 90’s and 00’s have a lot of influence. books, tea/coffee/hot chocolate. black cats, wolfs and owls. dark colours. full moon and stars. snow globes from all over the world. sea shells and empty ocean. pride flag. weird paintings. kinda grunge, kinda soft. dark academia in spirit.
favourite authors: a lot of respect for rick riordan
favourite animal sound: a cat’s meow, a wolf’s howl, snakes hissing and owls hooting
random: i would definitely trade life with hope mikaelson. no doubt
Nickname: You can call me Rose (not my real name but it’s what I use on the internet)
Height: not gonna give that out but about average height
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Last thing I googled: British Shorthair (it’s a cat….. I’m way to obsessed with cats)
Song that’s stuck in my head: 🎶 Momma I’m in love with a criminal 🎶 (I googled and the lyrics are from Criminal by Britney Spears)
Number of Followes: 46 I think? Not a ton but I don’t care
Amount of Sleep: about 7 hours a night
Lucky Number: 9
Dream Job: computer programmer
Wearing rn: jeans and green long sleeved shirt
Favorite Song: that’s hard… uhhh ok Stay by Alessia Cara and Zedd
Favorite Instrumental: Piano because that’s the only one I can play (I can play like two simple songs on it… I can’t read music)
Aesthetic: Purple, cats, beach, nature, woods, mountains, water, ocean, peaceful, animals in general, books, and etc. Idk my clothing style is typically popular stuff in Pacific Northwest of US for teens. I like jeans and bright colors? Idk I guess my aesthetic is really just laid back girl who likes books, animals (especially cats), and nature kind of thing.
Favorite Authors: Rick Riordan
Favorite Animals Sounds: Cat sounds and birds
Random: Uhhhh I’m currently watching the NASA Percival Mars Rover landing right now?
Tagging: @luna0713hunter @i-hated-the-recommended-names @simpingforpjo @wagon-is-on-fire @erinisbadger @ anyone else who wants to I cant remember everyone
Nickname : I don’t really have one lol ( I have one which my parents and sister call me by but I am too embarrassed to say it😳 )
Height : Don’t know the exact measurement but I is smol 👉👈
Hogwarts house : Either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw
Last thing I googled : How will you compare hydrogen with halogens on the basis of electronic configuration and valency
Song stuck in my head : Fake love and boy with luv ( both songs are by bts )
Number of followers : 36
Amount of sleep : about 5 hrs or less a day
Lucky number : 5 and 7
Dream job : Criminal psychologist or forensic - field scientist
Wearing rn : an oversized jacket which I never gave back to my father and furry pants😌
Favourite song : Euphoria by jungkook ( BTS )
Favourite instrument : Ukulele ( it has a very sweet sound and can really brighten up your mood )
Aesthetic : books, hot chocolate, mountains, autumn, ukulele, autumn, pillow forts, furry pants, oversized hoodies ( those are the only things that came to my mind , sorry!! )
Favourite author : ( oh god this is hard ) um….okay, Ambelin and Ezekiel Kwaymullina ( I’ve only read one book of theirs but I am in love with it. The name of the book is’ The things she’s seen ’ I thinks it’s severely underrated!! )
Favourite animal sound : sorry! I don’t have a favorite animal sound but my favourite sound in general is when it’s autumn and the leaves crunch beneath your feet 😳
Random : It’s 6:00am in the morning rn and I’m supposed to be getting ready for offline school but I’m here…on Tumblr…still scrolling 😶
Tagging : @xenahurricane @ithefriendlyneighborhoodasexual @luna0713hunter @randomfandomnerd @rickthetrolllord @simpingforpjo @erinisbadger @padfootalltheway and anyone else who wants to participate
Thank you for the tag @i-hated-the-recommended-names
Nickname: Annie
Height: Around 5'3
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Last thing I googled: Sunrise International Font (I needed to download it again because I accidentally deleted it while clearing storage space)
Song stuck in my head: Because of You by Kelly Clarkson (no clue why)
Number of Followers: 69
Amount of sleep: Around 9 hours each day
Lucky number: 7
Dream job: Bibliotherapist
Wearing right now: Black t-shirt with a daisy and the words “have a nice day” on it, trousers with some sort of black white and yellow pattern on it
Favourite song: Hard to choose but at the moment it’s ‘Memories’ by Panic! At the Disco
Favourite instrument: To play, piano, but I want to learn guitar
Aesthetic: organised books, dim lighting, hot chocolate, headphones, big armchairs, lots of notebooks, bullet journaling, glasses, Romantic Academia probably fits best, or Writer Academia, anything is a bookmark if you put your mind to it.
Favourite Author: There’s so many but I’d say Alice Oseman
Favourite animal sound: Tiny kitten miaow that’s more like a meeew. That’s a weird explanation but it’s a really cute sound
Random: I’m currently cross-stitching a map of the world
Tagging: @nyx-moons @bookdragonfanish @ashveedhathebookish @crzyprsn42 @simpingforpjo and anyone that wants to
Last thing I googled: How many episodes of Wandavision are left. Unfortunately it’s only 3 to go.
Song stuck in my head: Istanbul (not Constantinople)
Number of Followers: 124 (someone unfollowed me a few minutes ago because it was 125 when I put this in the drafts)
Amount of sleep: 8 hours (on average sometimes it’s a lot more and sometimes it’s a lot less)
Lucky number: 27
Dream job: Software engineer (programming for a startup that will save the world)
Wearing right now: Curry coloured shirt, a dark blue 501™ and pink socks
Favourite song: currently it’s F2020 again, maybe because 2021 feels like the second march of 2020
Favourite instrument: I always wanted to learn how to play guitar and the piano
Aesthetic: Netflix&Chill, dark, reading books while drinking tea and looking out of the window, geek stuff
Favourite Author: So many, but John Green and Suzanne Collins are really good ones
Favourite animal sound: The Humboldt penguins (I don’t even care what they do they always sound amazing), a rabbit eating, my dog when she laughed
Random: I’m currently trying to find the motivation to write and at the sane time I want to watch everything that’s still on my list and also I want to read all the books I haven’t read yet
Last thing I googled: the falcon and the winter soldier trailer
Song stuck in head: clouds by NF
Number of followers: 97
Amount of sleep: usually around 5 hours
Lucky number: 24
Dream job: movie director
Wearing right now: baggy sweatpants, teal croptop, furry socks
Favorite song: Hercules by Livingston
Favorite instrument: I only play guitar so guitar i guess lmao
Aesthetic: reading in a hotel with a view of the new York skyline, drinking soda in vintage cafes, going on a picnic in the middle of the night (ngl this is probably just wishful thinking lol)
Favorite author: I have soooo many but probably Jay Kristoff and tahereh mafi
Favorite animal sound: the little tippy taps my dog makes when he’s walking on the tile
Random: trying to get into horror books and keeping up with my friends, also I’m currently in virtual class where I’m supposed to be paying attention but for some reason I’m not lmao
Tagging: @alwaysreading @i-am-midnight @doremifasolangelo and anyone that wants too
Song stuck in my head: Flume -Take a chance ft Little Dragon 🎵
Number of followers: 49
Amount of sleep: It varies between 6 to 10 hrs
Lucky number: 19 and 27
Dream job: Own a book store 📚
Wearing atm: Black dino shirt with cardigan and jeans + converse
Favorite song: Ella Mai- Everything ft John Legend 🎵
Favorite instrument: I love the sound of the piano but don’t know how to play :(
Aesthetic: Cozy rainy days spent indoors reading, long car rides with no destination in mind of arriving to, browsing arts & crafts stores, wandering around thrift stores looking for nicknacks
Favorite author: Tahereh Mafi and Alexandra Bracken
Nickname: Mango, Pillow, Broomstick (Because of a hair cut I got a few years ago lol), etc. etc.
Height: 5′2 or 157.48 cm
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw!
Last thing I googled: Tumblr login
Song stuck in my head: ... A classical music song that I learnt a couple of months ago XD
Number of followers: 5 (I joined less than exactly a month ago, so)
Amount of sleep: 5.5 hrs to 9 hrs :\
Lucky Number: Uh- 13? I dunno... According to a numerology test I took just now, they’re 5, 9, 3, 6. (:
Dream Job: Doctor. Maybe a Child/Teen Pyschiatrist, or Pediatrician.
Wearing right now: Pajama bottoms and a loose green shirt.
Favorite song: Hmm... not sure. Usually anything that makes me get emotional. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Favorite instrument: Piano, I guess. Guitar too?
Aesthetic: Pastels? Yeah.
Favorite authors: Rick Riordan, Suzanne Collins, etc.
Favorite animal sound: Oink. Oink. Oink. Snort. (Pig... it’s by far the funniest to replicate. XD)
Random: I’m an antisocial introvert. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tagging: Ooh... This’ll be awkward if they choose to ignore it. lol. @perca-beths @annabethy @stolen-arts @memehereagain @blackjacktheboss @skaterannabeth @zaynmalyk @bbyannabeth @solangeloandtheolympians @ananbeth @justabooknerdposts
can we please stop being anti-annabeth solely for not being a cliched female love interest i am so tired of people painting her as manipulative, harmful, toxic, or anything of that nature solely because of some of her natures. annabeth chase is a character who
grew up in a household that made her feel constantly unwanted and a burden, so much so that she fleed
didn't know what a stable relationship looked like–arguably yes she could have seen silena and charlie but they were also teens who were new to it all. she had no one guiding her.
ran away from her home early on and found safety in two people–one of which sacrificed themselves for her and the other betrayed her
has a fatal flaw that causes her to fully believe she could always do everything better than anyone else
constantly seeked approval and praise from a mother who was never there
annabeth chase is all those things. now let me debunk what people believe she is:
"annabeth is toxic." — no, she is not. she is a survivor of a traumatic childhood and doesn't always know how to go about her emotions. camp half blood, for as friendly as it is, trains warriors. she wasn't raised with parent figures teaching her how to communicate her thoughts, in FACT, the only parental relationship she had was parents making her feel unwanted and dramatic (ie her stepmother telling her she's scaring her brothers), so as a result she doesn't KNOW how to talk. if she ever came off as rude or negative it was solely just her lack of being able to talk it out.
"annabeth is abusive." — once again, no. the judo flip scene came from her genuine irritation and the heaviness in her chest of being without percy for so long. it wasn't out of harm, they sparred together all the time, and he laughed it off. also remember annabeth didn't know percy lost his curse of achille's, so in her eyes she didn't think he would feel pain from that flip. so all she did was just tell him i'm so mad at you for being taken away from me and also let out her inner turmoil. she did not expect him to get hurt.
"annabeth shouldn't call him seaweed brain its harmful." – seaweed brain and wise girl are their childhood nicknames to one another. its not harmful–YOU GUYS implying that the nickname implies him being stupid or it hurting him is actually far more harmful. the nicknames hold nostalgia for the both of them: it holds the fact that despite everything they're best friends, that they've come so far from where they started and how even though they disliked one another they fell in love. it's not a harmful nickname, it just shows how much she loves him.
the annabeth/rachel dynamic – i'm sorry, but why the fuck are we crucifying a teenage girl for being jealous? i genuinely do not fucking understand why people r getting so angry at annabeth for being jealous of rachel when she was literally in love with percy and one of his only friends for THE LONGEST time before rachel came along. feelings and romance aside, as a friend (who has been abandoned in the past for others, like thalia did w the hunters) i would feel really jealous as well. the whole botl dynamic is just childhood pettiness and jealousy at its finest, and then in tlo annabeth admits she let percy have a summer with rachel DESPITE her wanting to be with him–how is that bad? she's a teenage girl in love with her best friend who's met a new girl, one who's mortal and comes with far less baggage and who he can just relax with–her feelings of jealousy were completely valid throughout the series, stop hating on her for them. and then as for the whole tartarus "keeping percy on his toes" thing–that was playful. and a joke. and annabeth and rachel are literally friends at this point. calm the fuck down.
while i am on this subject of annabeth chase slander, can we please k*ll the jokes that imply annabeth is a tr*mp supporter, a racist, or a homophobe? if ur a poc and u enjoy those jokes i won't gatekeep u from making them but please remember that a lot of those jokes have hella heavy implications and are very out of pocket. people hate on her because of that page in moa where she says she hates the fact that she's blonde, but i raise u this:
annabeth chase is highly insecure as a character. THE ONLY THING SHE IS SECURE IN IS HER BRAINS, SO OBVIOUSLY THE IDEA THAT PEOPLE MAY THINK SHE'S INFERIOR OR DITZY BECAUSE OF HER HAIR COLOR WOULD MAKE HER FEEL INSECURE! it's VALID of her and y'all literally took it and turned her into a racist who'd spit on me and call me a terrorist and i just–i don't get it.
also just because i think annabeth slander should end doesn't mean i don't think y'all need to stop attacking other female characters as well specifically hazel and piper because y'all seem to just constantly attack these female characters and i am so tired of it.
Jason’s a really interesting character. It literally took me a couple of re-reads to come to like him. I think I was mostly just annoyed that Percy was missing smh, and while I liked Leo Valdez a lot, Piper and Jason... eh, not so much.
I feel like his sexuality was supposed to be partially hidden...? Rick showed the character’s interest in being a part of both the camps, and even though he may have seemed like a straight white kid who is accepting of all (as seen in the Cupid episode with Nico), I think that he would’ve come out as bi, I’m not exactly sure why, though, and how the whole camps thing relates to his sexuality... Given the time, he may have...
Disclaimer: These are my opinions alone, and I do not mean to offend anyone at all. :)
this is incoherent but i love annabeth so much even though i don't see myself in her at all but she's still one of the best characters rr has written n ill never understand ppl who hate her for the choices she made when she was SEVEN years old and felt unloved and unwanted in her own home ,????
Can we just appreciate the fact that most of our fandom has unanimously starting calling Percabeth's baby girl ✨Sophia?✨ Like- wow. It's not even canon (yet... hopefully).
can you imagine Annabeth having a non-magical yankees hat but sometimes when she’s going too fast she forgets to check which one she’s grabbed so her and Percy are going out for a day and he’s like “are you ready?!” and she pops out of the room like “Ready!” and he’s looking around kinda confused and she’s all “I did it again, didn’t I?” “we gotta get you a Mets hat” “ew no I’ll stay invisible thanks”
“I can’t even believe someone would lease an apartment in this area for that kind of price.”
“That’s gentrification for ya,” he mumbled. “Isn’t that right Charlie?”
She babbled in agreement. Or maybe because she was smearing cut up spaghetti bits on his face.
Annabeth sat opposite Charlotte at the oval kitchen table, mercifully free of food chunks in undesirable places, while her husband flinched as their daughter’s finger got caught in his nose.
“You know what I think?”
Percy made a face at the one-year-old before answering. “I’m sure you’ll tell me, even if I say yeah.” He thumbed the mess from his cheek and then held it to her closed mouth, keeping pressure until she finally opened up and chewed on the food covered digit with wide eyes.
Percy belatedly noticed Annabeth’s silence and did a double take, searching for her over his shoulder. She was leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. She looked displeased.
“Is everything a joke to you?” Oh, definitely displeased.
He shook his head. “No it’s not.” He let out a short laugh. “But that was a joke. And a bad one,” a backwards glance, “given your expression, and now that I know that, I take it back.”
Annabeth half closed her laptop. There were so many tabs and windows opened, an army of slivers lined up across the top of the screen; leasing offices, apartments.com, Zillow, trulia, streeteasy, forrent.com, Craig’s List. She was at war and she felt like she was losing. “You aren’t taking this seriously.”
Percy fed himself the spoonful that Charlie was rejecting. “I am! I’m just– I’m feeding a baby right now, and it’s hard to think about prices in Downtown Brooklyn when Charlie can’t keep her noodles in her mouth,” he leaned his face towards Charlie’s giggling, raspberry blowing face. “You just spit them back out, don’t you? You cute little gremlin.” She shrieked in response.
The sound of a laptop shutting and the scrap of wood against tile alerted Percy to the sharpness of her movements before he even saw her push out of her chair and pick up her empty plate out of the corner of his eye.
She dropped her plate and fork into the sink with a clatter. “I am gestating a baby right now. And working full hours.” Percy stuck the spoon in Charlie’s plate and placed it out of her reach now that he knew Annabeth was really heating up. “But somehow I have managed to give this apartment search an honest effort while you have not.” She began collecting cups and dishes laying about.
Percy’s hand went to the back of his neck. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t think I realized how set you were–”
“We’ve talked about this.” She threw a plastic cup in the sink. “Since Charlie was born we said we wanted to move someplace bigger.” The crack of a bowl being dropped into the sink made Percy wince.
“That was almost a year ago–”
“All last year we talked about it.” She poured out a bottle of unfinished formula.
“Yeah, we talked about it, and then we found out you were pregnant again–”
“So shouldn’t that make you feel some sort of urgency?!”
“Well we didn’t have that conversation! And I honestly don’t want to move when we’re about to have another kid.” He pointed his hand at her. “Or right after you have one–”
“Which is why we should be doing this now, Percy!” She had gained volume, force, a cutting edge to her voice.
“Okay then you need to tell me.” Anger was apparent in his. “You should have told me–”
“I’ve been telling you! You just don’t listen! You don’t want to hear what I’m saying!”
Percy gave his head a brief shake and grimaced, dropping his eyes from Annabeth’s near violent kitchen pickup, to his daughter’s open-mouthed, drooling face. He was over it. “She is not happy with me,” he confided to Charlie, who was flattening stray food bits into the table top of her high chair.
“Don’t use her as a shield.” She moved over to where the two of them were situated and unclicked Charlie’s table to move it off. “I’ll take her and get her cleaned up.” She lifted her from the seat. Charlie squealed and kicked her legs.
She looked over the kitchen. A full sink, pots on the stove, general baby related disarray. “This mess is yours.”
They had discussed moving to another apartment, to a bigger apartment. That conversation had started up right after Charlie was born. They were definitely living within their means in their current apartment, Percy had been a near compulsive saver most of his life, both of them had good, steady income, Annabeth’s student debt was being paid slowly but surely, so it was fair to have thoughts about moving somewhere fit for a family. It had to be in Brooklyn was what they discussed, that made the most sense in terms of commute. At least two other bedrooms, aside from the master. In unit laundry. But then, at the end of March, they found out she was pregnant again, that wasn’t planned, and, at least in his mind, that had halted any serious moving plans.
And now it was April, and Annabeth was eleven weeks along, and Charlie was just over a year old, and the kitchen was a mess. And Percy could control only one of those things, so he gave the kitchen a much needed clean up. The living room, too, since he was in the mood for it.
There was a voice coming from Annabeth’s phone when he entered their bedroom. He nodded at the device and she adjusted the towel around her body before answering aloud.
“It’s Silena.” She gave him a once-over. “She wants to know why you hadn’t talked to Charles about looking for a new place–”
“I’m not talking about this.” He stepped into their closet to undress and missed her expression. “I’m fucking tired. And tomorrow is an early morning.”
“Hang on Silena, sorry– You’re not talking about this?”
“No.” The door to the bathroom closed behind him.
She locked him out of their bedroom that night. He had taken his shower, dressed for bed, then rifled through the dryer to pack his duffle for tomorrow, just to return to their bedroom door and find it locked.
“Annabeth!” He rapped two knuckles against the door. “Are you fucking serious?”
He swore quietly.
He looked down and saw his wallet, along with a standard issue pair of FDNY pants, a t-shirt, and sturdy boots. And socks. He squatted down and lifted the corner of the pants. And boxers.
The fight was drained from him; to the couch he went.
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He was quiet the next morning, getting himself and Charlie ready. He would take her to his mom’s house then get to the station by 6. Annabeth wouldn’t be up for another hour.
It was a very bleary version of him that boarded the elevator; Charlie’s carrier in his right hand, filled with a sleeping baby, bundled up against the April morning chill, her diaper bag on his back, and his duffle in his left hand. To any onlooker; a tired young man with too much baggage.
“Percy!”
He looked up, surprised to hear his name called so sharply, and there was Annabeth, down the hallway, just outside their apartment.
“Hey… um,” he fumbled with his duffle, hastily pressing the door open button on the elevator panel. “What’s… what are you doing?” He threw a nervous glance at the older black lady who was in the elevator car with him, she didn’t seem to mind, waving her hand reassuringly.
“So you were going to take my baby and leave me, without even saying goodbye?”
“I’m– uh,” he shrugged as best as he could with his hands occupied as they were, “I gotta go Annabeth.” He cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t be out here in that. In just a shirt. My shirt.” he grunted, awkwardly but instinctively stepping into the path of the elevator doors as they started to close.
“If you don’t come over here and say goodbye, I’ll give it right back to you.”
“Babe–”
“Right now.”
He let out a short laugh in disbelief. “You’re absolutely insa–”
She undid the top button.
He looked at the woman behind him, panicked. “I’m so sorry, uh–”
“It’s Louise.” She nodded in Annabeth’s direction. “Why don’t you get on out of the elevator, son?”
He immediately stepped out, apologizing again as the doors shut between them. And then he looked up to find Annabeth still standing in front of their door, hands toying with a rather criticality positioned button, and his heart rate picked up as he stalked towards her, breath coming harder, eyes growing warmer, with every step. There were maybe fifty yards between them, just one booted foot in front of the other, past their neighbor Tim, who gave the couple a curious look-between on his way to the elevator, Percy spared him a tight lipped nod, and his eyes fell back on his wife.
As soon as he reached her, he dropped his duffle, closed his hand over her hand, the one playing at the next button, and pressed a fierce kiss to her mouth. Annabeth responded immediately, pulling him to her in a tight embrace. He lowered Charlie, sleeping in her carrier and blissfully unaware of this morning’s drama, to the floor, so he could bring his free arm around the small of her back. It was devouring, it was deliverance. He pulled away with a hard breath, searching her face. She returned his look, chewing her lip.
His explanation. “You locked me out.”
Her accusation. “When do you ever leave for a shift without saying goodbye?”
She slipped out of his arms and he watched her squat down and push the locks on the carrier handle, so she could move it out of the way and press a soft kiss to Charlie’s forehead, another to her cheek.
She spoke again, “This was all I wanted this morning.” She tugged Charlie’s displaced beanie into a more secure position. “To kiss my babies before we all went our separate ways.”
He placed his hands on his hips, a little frustrated. “And you had to cause a scene to achieve that?”
She didn’t look up from adjusting Charlie, pulling her socks over the hem of her pant legs so there was no skin open to the weather. She tucked the blanket back around her as she responded, “Who’s fault was that?”
Percy looked at the back of her head, incredulous. “It was your fault. It was definitely your fault.”
Annabeth finally rose to her feet, facing him with her head down and her arms crossed. She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then.
“I… I shouldn’t have locked you out last night.” She looked up. “I’m sorry.”
He reached for her, pulling her back into his arms, and they just rocked together for a little moment.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed his mouth to her hairline. “I’ve been careless about your feelings.”
“An asshole.” She mumbled.
He tried not to smile. “Yeah.”
His hand went to her neck and pushed her chin up with his thumb. “You have to tell me, really tell me these things. When you’re upset about something, upset with me about something, but I don’t even know… we don’t work like that.”
She nodded, and he figured they were finally headed towards the same page.
Percy looked down at Charlie, sleeping at their feet.
“We’re gonna figure this out,” he sounded confident.
“We always do,” she said wryly. “This is nothing.”
He nodded. After a moment he sighed; he needed to leave before it was too late.
“Can I get your key?”
He cocked his head back to look at her. “You were locked out the whole time?” He stepped slightly out of their embrace so he could retrieve his keys from his pocket.
“Yes. I’d stumbled out when I heard the door shut,” she closed her hand around the keys he passed her. “I was so mad you were leaving like that, and I wasn’t even thinking about these stupid electric locks,” she got the door open, “then I felt like an idiot, turned back, realized the door was locked, and I got more mad.” She reached around to unlock it from the inside, while Percy bent to pick Charlie’s carrier up.
“I do need to go.”
“I don’t want to make you late then.” She tossed him the keys.
He caught them. “If I am, I’ll blame you.”
“That’s fair.” With a step forward, she braced her hands on his abdomen and lifted on her toes to kiss him.
i see that u are looking for a prompt and as we know, i’m ur number one fan so i’ll do anything for more of your fics hehe so perhaps “you look so pretty right now” pls pls pls
In which annabeth is distracted, and Percy thinks she’s beautiful,, percabeth
Percy quickly learns not to bother Annabeth while she’s busy. He’s aware of how thin her patience can be and how frustrated she’s been recently, trying to survive senior year. Because of that, he’s resigned himself to sitting quietly in the background, laying on her bed under the fluffy comforter until she finishes the task on mind.
Percy doesn’t particularly mind it. He’s just happy when he gets to spend time with her, even if it’s just enjoying her company in silence. It’s not a bad view either; in his biased opinion, there’s nothing as beautiful as Annabeth when she’s focused. He notices the way that she hunches over the desk as she writes, and the way her fingers play with the tip of her pencil while she thinks of what to write next.
And, god, he’s fallen in love with the way she bites at her lower lip, something he’s told her to stop doing because she does it until she bleeds, but it’s turned into a habit anyways. And there’s the way she ties her hair into a messy bun on the base of her neck so that the top of her spine is exposed to his vision. He wants to press his lips to her skin, carrying down notch by notch and peppering the lightest kisses down her back.
Percy’s eyes catch on a strand of hair that’s fallen from its confines. It looks incredibly soft and forms the perfect curl that gleams in the light that pours through the window during golden hour. His fingers twitch as he resists tugging on the curl, watching it spring back to its perfect form.
She’s a work of art – a complete masterpiece, carefully constructed from the gods above. Annabeth is the definition of perfection, a cinematic view, and it’s hardly his fault when he can’t help the words tumbling from his mouth.
“You look so pretty right now,” he whispers. He’s quiet, and he thinks a part of him doesn’t want to disturb this perfect scene, but he desperately needs to let her know just how beautiful she is.
Annabeth’s back straightens, and he catches the way her writing falters for a moment. He smiles fondly, sure that she’s going to resume writing in a second, but she surprises him as she sets the pencil down and turns to look over her shoulder. Her cheeks are a light blush that looks adorable on her, and Percy wants to kiss it away.
“Do I?” she asks, shy and sweet.
“You have no idea just how gorgeous you are,” he tells her.
He sees the way her eyes light up, and it prompts him to stand slowly from the bed. He walks towards her, stomach fluttering at the grin she shoots him. He comes up behind her so her back rests against his body, and she looks up at him like that.
Percy can’t help bending down to press a kiss to her lips. She smiles into it, and Percy’s heart just about melts.
“I love you so much,” Percy says.
She hums happily. “So much that you’re distracting me from my homework.”
Percy laughs, only slightly guilty. He can hardly be blamed for distracting her when she looks so focused and like the Annabeth he fell in love with.
“It can wait,” he says, ducking down to press a kiss behind her ear before trailing down her neck, savoring each notch of her spine with a soft kiss. “It’s Friday, anyways. You have all weekend.”
Annabeth closes her eyes when he presses a kiss to her forehead. “I have to do it now or else you’ll just distract me all weekend because you’re so cute.”
“Oh?”
“You say things like you look so pretty right now, and then I’m expected to be able to keep working?”
“You are, though,” he says, swirling a strand of hair around his finger. “So so pretty.”
Annabeth breathes out softly, staring at her work in front of her. Percy’s hand rests on her back, thumb caressing smoothly, as she contemplates something.
“I can leave you alone,” he offers kindly, kissing her on the cheek once before stepping back. “I just wanted to let you know.”
She waits a moment, and he thinks she’s going to continue with her work once again, but instead she closes the laptop in front of her and lifts herself from her seat.
“You’re a terrible impact on my grades, you know.”
Percy grins when she shoves him towards the bed until he falls on his back so she can climb over him. She settles on top of him, leaning forwards so she can rest her head against his chest while his arms wrap around her.
“You love it,” he says. “And you’ll be fine, anyways. You’re the smartest person I know.”
“I won’t be if you keep distracting me with your cute compliments. You should stop, actually. It’s not good for my ego.”
Percy snorts. “I love inflating your ego.”
“You’re so mean,” she tells him playfully, “telling me pretty things so you can get me to yourself. It’s so selfish.”
“I offered to leave you alone!” he defends, pinching her side lightly until she squirms under his touch. “Besides, I’m much more entertaining than homework.”
“Eh.”
“That’s so mean, Annabeth.”
Annabeth kisses his jaw. “I’m just messing with you. You’re a much needed break from what I’d say is the most stressful year of my life.”
“I’m glad to be of assistance,” he says.
Annabeth sighs, nuzzling his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“I also hate you because you always get me behind in class.”
“You can go back to work then,” he says. “I promise I don’t mind. I like watching you work when you’re all cute and have your thinking face on.”
“I don’t have a thinking face.”
“You so do.”
She rolls her eyes fondly and sits back up over him. Her palms rest against his stomach, holding herself up, and she locks eyes with him, a devious gleam in her eyes. Percy thinks she somehow looks even more perfect, the way she glows, outshining the sunset.
Annabeth bends to kiss him slowly, and he matches her pace, hands roaming up and down her sides. It’s slow and sweet, but they have all the time in the world.
“Are you sure you don’t want to do your homework?” he teases when she tugs on his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He obliges before pulling her hair out of the bun. His fingers thread through her curls, massaging her scalp as she leans into the touch.
Annabeth catches his lips with hers once more. “Now why would I want to do that when I have you?”
He doesn’t get a chance to respond before she’s kissing him senseless. He’s wrapped around her finger, in love with the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth, and so he kisses her like he has all the time in the world.
so romanitas wrote just the most wonderful fic which is just so wonderful and then kindly gave me free rein to write a sort of prequel to it because apparently i can’t help myself. so, here it is
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She’s halfway through the crossword when he says it. Splayed out across the couch - across her - with a sleepy face and sprawling limbs. He’s just come back from a work out in the park with Frank and he’s just so blissfully tired out that Annabeth had jumped at the opportunity to sit with him for a while, for as long as he will sit still.
She looks down at him - his head his on a cushion next to her left thigh - and frowns.
“Come again?” she asks of him, because she’s not sure she heard him correctly.
Percy shifts, moving his head into her lap and staring up at her expectantly.
“We should get married,” he repeats and Annabeth feels a bubble of laughter escape her lips.
Not because it’s an unreasonable suggestion, or even that she’s surprised by it. It just the way he says it, like every Percy thing that he does, like he’s just realising something really important.
And truly, it’s not out of the blue. They’ve been living together since their third year of college, which is five years ago now. Their friends often tease them about how ridiculous it is that they’re approaching their ten year anniversary when they’re only twenty five.
But honestly, Annabeth has never thought of marriage as a necessity, she has her own reservations about the godly patron of it. And she certainly didn’t spend her childhood dreaming of a perfect wedding. But she has thought about the legalities around it, one of which made itself known to her when Paul was in a car accident a few years ago, Sally had made all the calls when the doctors needed permission and answers and information. As Percy’s girlfriend, Annabeth can provide some of that - though there’s very little a doctor can do for a demigod that a square of ambrosia and a child of Apollo can’t do - but as his wife, she is responsible. She has a title connected to him and she has a voice for him when he cannot give his own. And she is aware that this is a highly clinical way to consider her boyfriend’s marriage proposal, but that’s Annabeth, it’s how she thinks.
She realises that she’s been silent this whole time and so has he, staring at her with those big puppy eyes and raised eyebrows. There’s a deep crease across his right cheek from the seam of the cushion and his hair is a rumpled sweaty mess, and he looks as cute as he ever does.
“You realise most guys have a ring and do the whole knee thing,” she comments, tossing the newspaper in her hand onto the glass coffee table in front of the couch.
Percy’s eyebrows dip, puddling a crease over the bridge of his nose. “Because we’re usually such a conventional couple,” he says dryly.
She cracks a smile. “True.”
“So…” He asks, sitting up and facing her.
Annabeth tugs on a strand of hair falling into his eyes. “We should get married,” she agrees.
It’s never a good thing when Annabeth paces, not for Percy at least. It usually means he’s a in a great amount of trouble. It usually means he’s about to get an earful. He can see it brewing, below the surface of her tanned skin, below her furrowed eyebrows and her pursed lips, below the steely glances she keeps throwing at him like knives.
“Hold still,” the poor, innocent Apollo camper mumbles as he moves to stand in front of Percy, gingerly inspecting his wrist and blocking his angry girlfriend from view.
Annabeth makes herself heard then, if she cannot be seen.
“I just can’t believe it. How many monsters have we fought and you’ve walked away fine? We literally walked through hell and there wasn’t a single broken bone in your body. And a stupid skateboard gets you? How many times to I have to tell you to wear safety pads? And don’t tell me they’re not cool because that doesn’t stop you from wearing that stupid hat, Percy Jackson.”
“Hey, I like this hat.” Percy touches the rim of the blue snapback he’s wearing self-consciously. Annabeth peers around the Apollo kid to roll her eyes at him. “And I never said they were uncool- OW, motherfu-”
