[AN: first time writing anything for stark! Hopefully he's not too OOC💔]
-ʚɞ He's literally the sweetest, so so affectionate and very loving. Has to be the biggest green flag ever.(Let's not talk about the fern and stark date...that was a mistake on his part and its in the past guys🥺)
-۶ৎ he has a lot of trust in you, like a lot. But he tries not to depend on you too much but sometimes he'll slip up. He likes it much more when you depend on him.
-ʚɞ he's incredibly shy with you, doesn't matter if your in a relationship or not. Incredibly blushy when complemented by you.
-۶ৎ it took him awhile to confess, like awhile. He was overthinking it a lot, trying to make sure you liked him first before making assumptions. He's also very attentive before entering the relationship. Noticed a lot of things about you, even the smallest. How you styled your hair,What styles of clothing you liked more,books you liked reading, and your sleeping pattern, And those are just to name a few..
-ʚɞ Into your relationship nothing much changed if we're being honest. Well except the fact that he's much more affectionate with you both physically and with words. He'll try his best to compliment you and let you know he loves you a lot, but he really can't keep a straight face at all. When giving compliments he'll have his entire face red. Unable to say anything afterwards.
-۶ৎ he loves flexing, and he'll make sure to flex a lot when your around. Subtle bicep flexes and shit😭 please compliment his physique, he gets a little insecure when seeing the physiques of other men..
-ʚɞ he'll sometimes be incredibly vulnerable with you about his trauma, how his parents thought he was a complete failure and confiding in you about his brother. He may look tough sometimes but he's dying to have someone let him be vulnerable, to let him have a shoulder to cry on without any judgement.
cheek kisses . toji x f!reader : toji never gives you kisses on your cheeks
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked toji softly. you were fixing your hair when he came in and stole a kiss from your lips.
"hm?" he hummed.
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked again, turning to face him.
toji blinked. he was confused. you never brought up any complaints before. did you not like his kisses?
"do you not like when i kiss your lips?" he asked hesitantly. his hands found your hands and he pulled you closer. "i can stop if you don't."
you shook your head. "its not that. its just i kind of want you to kiss my cheek sometimes or my forehead. you always just dive right for my lips."
toji sighed. "are you complaining?" his grip on your waist tightened slightly.
you shook your head quickly. you pulled him closer and looked at him with panic. "no! im not. i love your kisses, dont ever stop, please. forget i said anything."
toji laughed at your panicked state. he brought his hands to your cheeks and squished them together till your lips formed a pout.
he pressed his lips to your pout and then let go of your cheeks.
"and what do i get if i start kissing your cheeks?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.
you glared at him and punched his chest. "why do you always need something in return? can't a girl just want her boyfriend to kiss her cheek?"
toji smiled. "nope. i'll always kiss your lips. cheek kisses are for teenage boys. im a man, doll."
you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. if he wanted to play like that then you would too.
"fine, i'll just ask gojo-"
lips landed on your cheek instantly. toji's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. he pressed kiss after kiss on your cheek before moving to the other one and doing the same thing.
a laugh escaped your lips and you pulled away from him.
"i thought cheek kisses were for teenage boys."
toji looked at you with feigned confusion. "who said that?"
hurt/comfort?, implied financial problems, commitment issues, may be ooc, grammatical errors, mentioned of attempted drugging, no proof-read, rushed fic.
background of the study (sypnosis):
People pass him by; some ignore, others glance, and a few even drop money. But what they all got wrong isn't their intention—it's their assumption. Nik is not a homeless man. Even if he were, the holes and patches wouldn't be in his shoes, but rather in his heart.
a/n: I live for yearner Nik. ×͜× I hope this fic makes sense because I didn't proof-read it and I wanted to finish it immediately because I'll be busy tomorrow... #FreeMeFromCapitalism.
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You will always choose yourself over a nice guy.
That's what you always think about yourself.
You're too occupied chasing your dreams, fulfilling your goals, amd ensuring your family will have the bright future they deserve. Especially your mom. After that nasty divorce with your father, he left you and your mom with nothing but debts piling up. To add it your troubles, your mom got sick. Bedridden in the hospital until she was charged. Till now she's relying on medications to ensure her well-being stays healthy. Because of that, you had to be ambitious. You had to be the woman who always choose herself, her dreams, and her goals over anything else. Your goal is to give mama the life she deserves. To be financially stable, so you won't have to struggle anymore. You work harder than ants, juggling two works in a day. So much so that you end up neglecting other things. Specifically, love.
You told yourself it's okay because love can always wait, but life? Life cannot. Love will always be there, yes, waiting for you once you're ready to be commit. As they say, there's a perfect time for love. Sometimes you don't even need to find it for yourself because it will find its way for you. But life? Life is a whole different story. Life abides by time and that same time won't wait for you. You can't borrow it. You can't get it back. Most importantly, you can't waste it. After all, tien is finite. It's final. You can't undo it. It's a resource so scarce—so exhaustible it requires utmost prioritization. So.. you can't just wait for it to align. You can't wait for the perfect time because it's not love. Life will continue moving whether your life hits the rock bottom or not. And whenever you feel less equipped or inadequate to grab it, time steals opportunity from you. It steals opportunity—better chances of giving yourself and your family the better life and future you deserve.
A 'midnight girl' is what they call you. The kind of girl who vanishes once things get heavy and once those things begin to hinder her dreams. What can you do? For a woman with dreams, love is like an illness. It's not fear, no. You're not afraid of love—you even yearn for it, actually. It's just that you know your reality. The reality of the cost of getting too close.
Nik.
Nik, however, is never a distraction. Never. He's the colleague you had a crush on for two years. You thought to yourself that it's okay. It's okay to have crushes from time to time, just admiring albeit silently. It's the best you can do with your commitment issues. So, you let yourself hang around longer, bantering and playing along with his teasing. Sometimes you would even agree going out with him. He's a breath of fresh air amidst air pollution.
The more you spend time, the more you see begin to take him in all his glory. He was perfect.. in beautiful ways you can name. His golden hair, a million dollar smile, and his teasing smile so wide it squints his eyes. It's not just his physical appearance alone, but his character too.
You're like a plant and he's the generous sun in your day that graces you, shining bright with his sunlight.
He's thoughtful, caring, understanding. He took effort with miles, remembering your drink and its orders even if it was already a year ago. As if looking after you was meant to be. Your banter with him will never be not be fun. It's always alive, easy, yet keeping you on your toes. In regards to your dating life, he understood the 'busyness,' saying a relationship will only just hinder routine. He says he's your 'partner' in work and you're glad to have him. It's a wonder how you managed to snag a date with him. Your mother insists you should go out and have fun. She lectured you about how you're still young and that you shouldn't waste your youth away working.
“Mom, you know I can't.. I have to keep working to pay your medication.”
“Nonsense, child. It's just a date! Plus, it's unhealthy if you bottle up your stress, you know? You won't lose anything if you try.”
“Mom..”
“Shh! Hurry, go ask Nikolaos on a date.”
So, you ended up asking Nikolaos on a date. The following days was a whirlwind. You invited him on the High Rise that night, and he watched you play with your band. He was.. perfect. A gentleman. You were synchronized with each other. He kept you safe as if his acts of service itself were like second skin to him, so natural and meant to be. As it turns out, he actually likes you, too. He confessed about his fake dates, his fears, and nervousness in making a move to you. As if he was the unworthy one here and not you. He even saved your life from the man who attempted to drug you. You were taken aback by how smooth his demeanor immediately shifted when he sensed danger. You didn't even realized your life was already being threatened until he stepped forward. It made your heart ache in ways you couldn't name. But you felt seen. You remember your mother telling you that to be loved is to be seen. Since then, you two have gotten closer. In fact, you almost kissed twice. Both attempts were cutted off by some certain circumstances. Either way, it exhilarating. The feeling was exhilarating. But above all, you're terrified more than ever.
You're terrified more than ever because the road is clearer than ever and you know where this is heading to. You could already see the future, Nik being neglected and tossed aside because of your heavy responsibilities. You being unfit for a relationship. You being unprepared. You draining the light of the sun that is Nikolaos because being with you is too much and at the same time, not enough. Your postponed dates, your two jobs' schedules contradicting his, possible strained communication, you prioritizing your financial issues first.. would he resent you over your lack of time for him?
How dare you crave to be loved, when you don't even know how to love yourself first?
You don't have anything to offer. He can give you all of him, but can you even give him a part of you?
Hence, you immediately cutted down the roots before it could grow. On that Thursday night, you confronted him outside a bar. As if he was attuned with your moods, he quickly sensed your solemn expression. And that hurt more than it should. He deserves better than I am, that's what you tell to yourself as you mustered the remaining courage to come to light.
"Nik, I think we should stop.. stop seeing each other, and end this.. end whatever what's going on between us.”
Saying those words felt like you were swallowing stones. Love shouldn't be an illness, you said to yourself again as you watch helplessly Nik tries to fight for your love. As he begged and begged for to stay and to not end something that haven't started yet, you silently grieve how love supposed to be like. Where it's not a 'distraction,' but rather an encouragement that fuels your desire to achieve the goals and dreams you wanted. Nikolaos asked if the fault was his.. if he had done something wrong for you to reject him like that. It rubbed salt on your wounds because you couldn't take it. Couldn't take Nik blaming himself for your inadequacy.
“No! Nik, you're perfect—perfect and deserving of what I could possibly give you..!”
“So, please stop.. stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault, it's never you.”
You finally came out, told him about everything. Your imperfections, your fears. You told him about how you came to love him more and more to the point it shattered your walls, and made you hope it won't have to end this way. You cried about your situation with the piling debt left by your bastard of a father and your mother's sickness. All the pent up emotion crashing down on you. And most importantly, you sobbed about how you can't learn to love someone when you couldn't love yourself first. How you destroyed your heart first before you could ever let anything destroy your future. You apologized profusely for rejecting him like this. For being selfish and for being unworthy.
“Let me go, please. Nik..”
“I can't—I can't! It's only you I love. Please don't leave me. Please don't do this to me..!”
You had to pry his hands off you, so he could let you go. The man begged and begged as he cried, his arms wrapped around your waist and your back on his chest. It took everything in you not to give in and be selfish for once. but you can't. a career was waiting for you in an another city, the salary was much higher than your two jobs, and leaving means you will finally be unshackled from living paycheck to paycheck. Your mother is finally going to get the consistent medication she deserves. Your father's debt will be paid. And you? you won't have to juggle night and day with two jobs. All that in the cost of losing Nik.
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Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Nik was static when you left the city.
You had cut off all ties with him since then. You blocked his number in all socials, and refused to tell him which city you went to after leaving. He couldn't trace you anywhere. It's as if you really didn't want him there. A large part of Nik wants to follow after you. But something stopped him. He tried, really. He tried to understand where you're coming from. But it hurts. It hurts not because you left him and chose yourself over him, but because you think he can't wait or stay with you as you spend your blood, sweat, and tears for the life you dream of having. He's willing to wait, can't you see?
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?"
Nik won't get impatient if you can't talk to him for an entire day. He won't doubt you if you're too focused on your goals. He won't resent or judge you whenever you miss a date or a hangout. In fact, he can provide for you. Just say the word and it will be done immediately. Can't you see? Two years he has been there for you and he will continue always being there for you. He won't compete with your ambitions. Instead, he will support them. He can be your crying shoulder whenever the world gets heavy and the pressure becomes overwhelming. He can be your favorite drink to help you awake at night. And he can be the pillow you lean on whenever you sneak a short nap in the morning. He will be your biggest fan, cheering you up whenever those self-defeatist thoughts come creeping up and making you doubt how special you are.
Nik knows it takes a real man secured enough to stay consistent and patient, trusting that if you're given the chance, you will make time to be with him. Because it's not about valuing him, but instead it's about understanding that you're trying to build something for yourself. And Nik? Nik is a real man. He does not compete with your dreams, instead he understands and supports them. So, he stopped seeking you out. He didn't followed you to whatever city you're in right now. Instead, he stayed on Corton Investments.
Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man
He worked hard even though he isn't one for responsibility. He endured Jack's pathetic jokes and the 9 to 5 grinds that corporate life demands. He thrived while waiting, his projects became successful to the point that the other branches of the corporate company in other cities grow to recognize his name. Some try to hand him promotions, have him move to another city but he had refused them. Can't they see? He's not looking their praise or validation, he's searching for your recognition. Why? Because he had hopes that if you don't want to be found yet, then his popularity would reach you instead, and show you that if you're finally ready to be with him, you can know where to find him.
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?
His colleagues, of course, were seem to be more affected by his decisions than he was. At first, they thought that he was merely humble. They reacted differently although they all collectively agreed that his workaholic was absurd. Some just shrugged, thinking he just had bills to pay. Others, like Jack, finds amusement in it. And then there's Dick who continually offers promotions and salary raises. Amidst all the success and achievements, one truth beat louder than their cheers: his love for you. No matter how many days have passed—months, years even—it's still only you whom he wants.
still you.
Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to, but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
His colleague, Jack, loves to compare Nik to a homeless man.
He says Nik is like the office version of one. He's not literally homeless but he works in the office as if he doesn't have a home. They're wrong, yet so right. Nik does have a home; his home is just in an another city he doesn't even know of.
And the holes? The patches? The tears? They aren't in his clothes or shoes. It's in his unmoved heart that yearns for your return—for your signal that you're ready to be with him. That his days of waiting are finally over.
And when you finally do return to him, only then will he be moved.
What if We Met Sooner?: Criminally Yours High School AU
warnings: bullying, homophobia, slurs, bodyshaming, high school
Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these topics!! fem!reader kinda? mostly gen neutral though.
this is just chapter one!!!
It’s later in the afternoon. You sit in your seat at peace, quietly humming away as your other classmates are packing their things.
As you watch the others leave, you decide to sit for a bit longer. What’s the rush? you think, leading you to lazily stand and place your notebook in your handheld bag.
Right as you’re about to leave campus for the lunch period, you hear loud yelling right by the boys’ locker room. You think back to all the times you’ve heard yelling and fights over there; after all, it’s the one blind spot of the terrible cameras they have set up in the school.
Normally, you pay no mind to it- most of the time, it’s just kids horsing around, causing a ruckus. Something you REALLY don’t want to get involved with, like I mean, you just know high school boys don’t wash their hands.
As you go to walk by, you hear something that makes you pause right in your tracks.
“You’re disgusting. Watching us change like a freak, huh? Guess they were right when they called you a fag, right?”
Everything stops for a moment, you slowly turn your head towards the group of boys, and one of them catches you staring.
“Hey, girlie.” One of them sneers at you, his eyes lighting up at the chance to talk to you. You’re well known for being in the musical recently, as your performance had quite an impact on anyone who watched.
Your jaw ticks at how friendly he seems to be with you, as if he wasn’t just throwing around a slur at kids.
You’re about to stomp over there and give those boys a piece of your mind when you notice a boy sitting on the ground. He’s covering an eye, though he’s looking at you with the other. Unbeknownst to you, he’s been looking at just you since the moment you arrived.
Glancing at the boy, you deduce that he’s the victim. He’s got blond hair with seemingly brown eyes, and a little bit on the chubby side, with a small, rounded face to match. The blond has papers surrounding him, and you wonder just how long they’ve been at this.
It seems like you’ve been staring for too long, as the boy winces and attempts to stand - though these attempts were futile, since a brunet knocks him right back down with his foot.
“Damn fatass, you hurt my foot there. You gonna apologize, or what?”
At that, you finally put some motion in your step.
The brown-haired boy turns to look at you because of the sudden movement, but he doesn’t get very far before a wild punch is thrown directly at his face. He sprawls out over the floor, the punch knocking the wind out of him.
The other boys turn to look at you with a moment of shock, before anger registers properly on their faces. It doesn’t take long before the boys start to come after you, but it takes even quicker for them to land on their asses- don’t they know who you are?
After an utter defeat, the boys scramble to leave with their tails between their legs, as blood is spewing from the brunet's nose.
Your focus is quickly diverted at the sound of the blond boy on the ground, coughing, his hand still covering his eye.
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
Panicking, you do a quick check over him as you speak, checking for any major injuries. Your mother was quick to teach you first aid, after all.
“Can you show me your other eye, please? I’d like to see the damage,” you stutter, “if that’s okay, of course.”
He looks up at you, and the utter reverence in his gaze knocks the wind out of you. Imagine if he gave you that look with BOTH eyes…
You blink, and he removes his hand - a gasp quickly leaving you at the sight.
His eyes were beautiful.
And you knew, from that moment, you would never forget him.
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I hope you're as excited as I am!
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How does Nik act when MC gets sick, and how does he take care of us? And what happens when he gets sick and we take care of him?
He panics fr, mostly internally, but you bet your bottom dollar he is spending all his money if need be to fix them asap. If it's something minor he is taking it as an opportunity to be their savior, also Nik ALWAYS ends up getting sick. MC might insist that he not get sick too, but he'd literally rather die than not be able to kiss and be close to them, even if they had like a deadly virus, if you're going down, y'all are going down together.
When he's sick he's pretty self sufficient when MC not around, but when they are he is begging for cuddles and stuff to heal him, and he might like die inside if MC avoids being close to him as to not get sick, so he might pretend to be healthier than he is.
Art for a Patreon post!! Based off my Tomodachi Life post here,
The post below the cut for those interested, word-for-word:
By the way, here’s a reminder to 🎉 Click for Palestine!
Hello fireflies!!!
First of all, I'd like to say to everyone thank you so so much for continuing to support me despite the absence of any updates recently. I know it's been slow going for a few months now and I truly apologize for the lack of posts.
To put it briefly, I'm currently down to my last written prompt I need to finish before implementing them into Ren'Py to consider these commissions done. It'll be a good time to get used to coding in my scripts again! 🎮
But, more importantly, afterwards I'll be able to start working on the game once more after such a long break! I'm looking forward to writing again after stepping away and getting even more ideas so the story unfolds more organically in a way I hope feels better than my drafts!
Alongside dev work, I'll also be opening VGen commissions and an ACGoods Store to hopefully continue supporting myself as I keep going! I'll be limiting myself to one commission at a time moving forward, realizing my limitations and abilities now since opening Deer tier sketches for my Patreon two years ago hahaha. I plan to add more commission types and merch designs in the future, but that will be second priority!
Have some art for now, and have a nice day/evening/night! 💙💙
(Not canon, it's actually based off a Tomodachi Life post I shared here!)
about ˚｡ being PERCY JACKSON's sweet sweet friend means knowing everything about him—but who he likes. surely the campers are just exaggerating how he treats you...! but are they really?
⌗ author's notes : please don't mind errors especially in the last part, i was editing this at 3 am yesterday. yes i'm gonna post more fics soon especially summer fics !!! REQUESTS R APPRECIATED.
❛❛ percyyyy ! ❜❜ a group of tween campers called squealing from the other side of the amphitheater, drawing a certain dark-haired demigod's attention from sparring with an Ares kid.
" your girlfriend [name]'s calling you !!!! "
percy glances up at the sound of your name, and it costs him.
riptide slips from his hand with a sharp clang against the stone, and the Ares camper in front of him lets out a loud laugh.
"wow, jackson. took one word to drop your sword."
"shut up," percy shoots back, already smirking as he steps back. "you wish it was that easy."
The match ends a second later, with percy forfeiting the match. he reaches out, daps the guy up.
"good fight. i was beating your ass out there."
"yeah, until she showed up," the guy says, nodding toward you.
percy doesn’t even argue. i mean he's not lying, though?
he just shakes his head, picks up Riptide, caps him and chuck him straight into his pocket, and heads straight for you.
like a good [boy]friend he is!
"you’re smiling," you point out the second he gets close.
"I just won," he says.
"you dropped your sword."
"there's this thing called 'strategy' if you know what that is."
"annabeth sent me," you say. "swimming lessons tomorrow with new campers?"
percy groans, dragging a hand through his hair. "I knew I was forgetting something."
"and cabin checks tonight."
he stops walking.
"…you’re actually enjoying this."
"i don't know what you're talking about." though your smile gave it away.
"that’s messed up."
you just smile and start walking again, and he falls into step beside you.
the noise of the amphitheater fades behind you, replaced by the steady hush of the shore. the path opens to the Long Island Sound, the water catching the late sunlight, everything dipped in that soft, golden glow that makes the camp feel quieter and calmer than it ever really is.
you head for the docks. sit at the edge, your feet dangling at the water.
percy doesn’t sit. no.
he wades in, shoes forgotten, water curling around his lower body, and somehow it feels rejuvenating for him. he leans forward, bracing his arms on the dock on either side of you, caging you. his sea-green eyes look into yours intensely. it's like he's looking at you like you're his god-given solace.
your breath catch a little.
"you're blocking my view," you say.
"my view's better," he replies easily. "i'm looking at you."
"…you're so annoying."
"yeah, but you're still here."
the water laps quietly against the wood beneath you. somewhere in the distance, someone shouts, someone laughs—but it feels far away. like right now, both of you are in your own world.
a second passes by.
"they're not gonna drop it, you know," Percy says after a while.
"drop what?"
he tilts his head, amused. "the whole 'your girlfriend' thing."
you shrug. "they'll get bored eventually."
"mm. i doubt it."
"why? you worried about your reputation?"
he huffs out a soft laugh. "please. I don't have one of those."
"true."
He watches you for a second.
"...you didn’t say anything," he adds.
"about?"
he lifts a brow. "you know. that."
"Oh." you glance out at the water. "didn’t feel like it mattered."
Percy studies your face, he’s trying to read something there.
“And if it did?” he asks.
You look back at him. “Would it?”
He shifts closer, water moving with him, quiet and obedient. now he's in between your legs, his arms still caging both your side.
“Depends,” he says.
“On what?”
His mouth curves, just slightly. “On whether you’d say yes.”
Your heart does something stupid.
“…to what?”
He lets out a breath, something softer slipping through the teasing.
“To them being right.”
It’s quieter now.
The space between you feels smaller.
Warmer.
You don’t look away.
“I would,” you say.
And for once—
Percy Jackson doesn’t have something ready to say back. No cocky comment. No teasing. Nada. Zip. None.
“…yeah?” he asks, softer.
You nod.
“Yeah.”
He exhales a short laugh, something almost disbelieving under it, then shakes his head a little.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
And then—
“I like you.”
It comes out easier than he expects.
You don’t even hesitate.
“I know.”
That gets him.
His head tilts, eyes narrowing just slightly, a smile creeping in. “Oh, you know?”
You lean forward a little, matching him. “You’re not subtle.”
“That’s offensive,” he says lightly. “I’m extremely subtle.”
“You dropped your sword.”
“Okay, that one time—”
You don’t let him finish.
You kiss him.
And he freezes—before he’s kissing you back, one hand coming up instinctively to steady against your arm, grounding himself, because gods forbid him being too greedy when it comes to you. you're his salvation. because in a world where everything's constantly getting taken away from him, he knows better than to reach for something he might lose.
It’s warm. Percy can taste the cherry lipbalm he always sees you put on.
A little uneven. A little breathless. Too greedy.
Until—
hands grab your ankles.
“WAIT—”
You’re yanked forward, Percy’s eyes going wide right before both of you go crashing into the water.
The cold hits all at once, laughter exploding above you, voices echoing—
the whole. freaking. camp.
You surface, soaked, pushing your hair out of your face, staring at the shoreline where half the camp is losing their minds.
“You’re all insane!”
Percy comes up beside you, laughing under his breath. “Yeah, that tracks.”
Someone yells, “DO IT AGAIN—”
Percy rolls his eyes, but there’s a grin tugging at his mouth. “They’re never letting this go.”
You huff, trying not to smile. “Your fault.”
“My fault?” he echoes. “You kissed me.”
“You literally—”
The water shifts.
You feel it before you see it— cool, smooth, rising around you.
Percy glances at you, something playful sparking in his eyes.
“Hold on,” he says.
The water lifts, curves, closes—forming a clear, shimmering bubble around the two of you beneath the surface. The noise above dulls instantly, reduced to distant muffled chaos.
It’s quiet.
Soft light filters through the water, catching in his hair, in his eyes, in the space between you.
You stare at him.
“…you’re so extra.”
He grins. “You’re welcome.”
Your hand finds his without thinking.
He notices.
His thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, slower this time.
Less teasing.
"…now," he says, voice lower, softer, like he’s settling into something he doesn’t have to joke away—
nerd!percy jackson headcanons nsfw, mdni (college!au)
nerd!percy jackson who tremble as he knocks you down with a big pile of his books— a small, awkward smile formed on his face when your hands touch.
nerd!percy jackson who cant stop thinking about your hand touching his, adjusting his pants in class when the thought of your hands wrapping around his cock form in his head.
nerd!percy jackson that practically jump out of his sit when you ask him for help with your course, he smiles and nod fast enough to make you laugh. in his dorm, he yelp when his cum fly off his cock onto one of his study papers. breathing heavily as he clean up his mess and adjust his dark blue glasses on the bridge of his nose.
nerd!percy jackson who opens his door with a big bright smile, allowing you to get in his messy dorm and tries his best to not stare at your ass when you walk towards his bed and take a sit at the same bed he’s been jerking off at the thought of you.
nerd!percy jackson who blushes every-time he catches your eyes looking at his crouch… he swallows and decides to keep you focused on your studies but you just can’t ignore the huge tent in his pants…
nerd!percy jackson who, instead of studying, have your tits pressed against his bed where he fucks you from behind. glasses turn foggy when he slams in and out your puffy cunt, mumbling “thank you” over and over again.
nerd!percy jackson that decides that in your next study session, for every wrong answer he’ll bend you over and spank you— because watching your ass jiggle just became his favorite view.
syspnosis ꕀ how Percy Jackson accidentally terrified the cutest surfer girl at camp
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Percy was not expecting to fall in love before lunch.
(He’d barely even brushed his hair. Like— at all.)
It started simple enough. Morning swim, a few laps with the sea turtles. Shelly, Bob 2.0, and the absolute menace that was Bubbles. They were gossiping, as usual (and yes, sea turtles gossip. it’s a thing).
He’d just been about to head back to shore, dripping saltwater and sunshine, when he saw her.
You.
Riding a wave like you’d been born from it. board slicing through the water, hair glinting gold in the light, those tiny rhinestone straps of your Y2K bikini glittering like seashells. Anklet. Sun-kissed grin. The whole early-2000s teen-movie scene happening in real life.
Percy blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then immediately sank under the surface because oh gods was she so pretty. ♡
Bubbles floated up beside him, unamused.
“You okay, dude? You’re turning as red as a crab.”
“I’m— I’m fine!” Percy hissed. Which was, objectively, a lie.
Bob 2.0 squinted.
“You should totally ask her out.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not? You talk to scary sea monsters all the time!”
“She’s scarier.”
(He didn’t mean that, but… kind of true?? you had confidence.)
They all started snickering, Bubbles smacking against your board, making you wobble above, and Percy decided this was, officially, mutiny. So, naturally, he tried to swim away. Which— okay, maybe that was mistake number one.
Because when he surfaced again, you were right there ! catching another wave, turning the board with a flick of your body, laughing when the spray hit your face. And he just… stared. For a long time. Too long.
She must be new, he thought. He knew all the camps kids by now — you looked an Apollo kid, basking in the sunlight, though most of apollos kids were different than you. Flower-crowns and mossy sandals. But you? You looked like sunshine and saltwater. Like nature’s chaos in the best possible way.
And then, because the universe has a sense of humor, you spotted him.
You spotted him staring in the corner of your eye.
Cue panic.
He tried to raise a hand, say something cool like “hey” or “nice form” but what came out was somewhere between a dolphin noise and an awkward wave.
You gasped, startled balance gone and splash.
Straight into the water.
“Oh my gods—!” Percy shot forward instantly, guilt crawling up his spine. He hadn’t meant to scare you. He just… existed too close, apparently.
When you popped up, sputtering, hair plastered to your cheeks, you looked like a furious sea nymph. “Were you spying on me?” you accused, pushing wet strands from your face.
“No! No, no, definitely not spying— uh— swimming! I was swimming! With, uh, friends.” (gestures vaguely to the turtles, who promptly abandoned him watching his embarrassment. traitors.)
You blinked at him. Then looked at the turtles. Then back at him.
“They have names, don’t they?”
“…Maybe.”
You laughed ( and oh gods, that sound. Percy thought it could rival any siren song. ♡)
He helped you steady the surfboard, and you grinned, all teeth and sunshine. “You’re the Poseidon guy, right?”
He groaned. “Do people actually call me that?”
“Only when you randomly appear from the sea and scare innocent girls off their boards.”
“Right. Fair.”
You kicked lightly at the water, still smiling. “I’m from Cabin Four, Demeter’s.”
Percy blinked. “Demeter? Seriously? You’re— you’re like, surfing! I thought you guys only grew, like, wheat.”
(He wondered what you were doing in his ocean. Demeter usually claimed the meadows.)
“Maybe,” you teased, “but wheat loves sunlight, and so do I. Nature’s not just plants, you know. The ocean’s alive too.”
Something about the way you said that ,so sure, so gentle, made his chest ache. Maybe that’s why the waves curled soft around you, like they agreed.
He smiled, shy and dazed. “Guess we’ve got something in common, then.”
You tilted your head. “What’s that?”
“We both love the sea.”
The turtles surfaced again, whispering (loudly) to one another.
“He’s so down bad.”
“He so is.”
Percy flushed crimson. You didn’t seem to hear, just brushed water off your arms and said, “Maybe you can teach me how to talk to them sometime.”
“Only if you promise not to fall off your board again.”
You grinned, already paddling out. “No promises, kelpie .”
And just like that, she was gone , chasing another wave, sunlight glinting off her hair, leaving Percy Jackson completely, utterly, hopelessly doomed.ᐟ
