hi , i'm macherieeeeee but u can call me cher/cherry ! i go by she/her and i'm 15 years old (minor) i'd be great if this would be a safe space for every1 !!!! i'm not always active but i'll try interacting with u guys >___< and i hope we can be good friends. as of now i only write for percy jackson or walker scobell
6. What is your favourite gender? not your gender. your favourite.
7. What is your least favourite colour?
@incognitostunner @woman-offical @stagefrightbaxter @callofwinter @holymolyitssam @tagging-officals-offical @archangel-gabriel-offical @eric-cartman-offical and open tags. ok? answer my questions. DO IT.
2. Crashed at 21:30, but i woke up multiple times during the night
3. 4:10 am and i started doing homework
4. NO
5. ofc i do i have one big teddy, then one small teddy, then my first plushie ever which should be a dragon but looks more like a donkey so we called it "ciucciodrago" (ciuccio is dialect for asino which is donkey) then an autism creature i made, two kitties i made, harethur Lester which i also made and then a hermit crab my mother gifted to me
I DON'T KNOW maybe like... 12:45-1:00... I was tired
ooughh like. 9:00 (eight full hours of sleep !!!!! this is so rare for me)
YES ::(
YEAH I have three on my bed rn 🥰 duck (matching with my best friend), corgi Thing (qlsooo from her) and this freaky long cat thing from my other friend, her name is Debby
dunnoo if they have specific names for specific sets of neopronouns but ? neopromouns usersss ooo... I rememeber seeing big long comprehensive lists of neopronouns and thinking they were so epic
y'know the color of those butter or snot flavored jellybeans. ickkyy color and icky candy I do not like
@hauntieannes @entity-system @howardisawkwardlyexisting @jadealaide anndd anyone else I am not great at remebering usernames
Well there’s: Willoughby the Buffalo, Mimikyu, A white cat with pink wings that @featured-the-creature gave me, a plush dog that looks like and is named after my childhood dog: Stryker, Luffy and two Laboons (one big and one small) that mom crocheted, and a couple of others I can’t remember rn
I quite enjoy the people who looked at gender and said: “No thanks” like Agender, Nonbinary, Voidgender, etc.
Uhhhhh I’m not sure I actually quite like most colours… But if I had to pick then like the colour of cat puke, yk? That dull greenish-yellowish shit.
@thetravelingfrogwizard, @featured-the-creature, @ramdomassaccountname, @blinddetective, @churchedcannibal, @urfriendlyneighborhoodbiderman + the ones who scroll now past this post (open tags)
honestly cloudgender and colourgender. But the thing is im genderfluid so sometimes those are mine. There are no genders that are not occasionally mine.
orange. I quite emphatically dislike orange
@myphycopharmacologist @ink-stained-ambition @hyyl18 + open tags!
A Mexican pizza from taco bell…don’t judge me, I’m broke.
went to sleep at 2:00 am.
woke up at 12:00 (again, don’t judge m…
Yeah, decently often, actually.
Yeah, I still have most of my childhood stuffed animals.
Um? Is this something I’m supposed to know? Is this something people think about? Do people have a favorite gender that isn’t their own? Huh… well, I like being a woman (y’know, apart from the oppression and misogyny) and generally think women are pretty cool. And nonbinary and agender seem pretty cool. I’m pretty androgynous myself so I can vibe with people who looked at gender and said ‘nah’ (of course nb and agender people can look very binary, but I just mean I vibe with that aspect of it).
I really tend to dislike blue. But it’s, like, everyone I know’s favorite color. I don’t care for it. I think it’s mediocre.
2. about midnight because my internet went out so there was no point in staying up late
3. 6:30 because i had shit to do today 😫😫
4. i mean yeah, sometimes i wake up and think “yeah this is not a good talking day” and i just don’t speak until i wake up the next morning. i dont really know what’s up with that but fuck it we ball
5. not while i sleep but during the day i have a stuffed opossum and a stuffed rat that sit on my bed
6. allllll 💜equality💜
7. i heart color :)))))) i am painting my room a disgusting shade of green and i love it so:))))
NEVER. Until i do and then i don't speak for hours
Does this thing count?
6. I think all the genders are pretty awesome tbh
7. In my opinion, each color has its merit and is only ugly or beautiful based on its surroundings and the way it's used. But also I hate chartreuse
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—
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—
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—
hi cherriessss !!!! i have no excuse for being inactive, to make it up to y'all i'll be posting pt 2 and pt 3 of my walker scobell's series this week so come check it out !!!
i will also be posting new fics for percy jackson AND i will make some of ur requests >___< so come drop a request i'll try making it !
suggestive warning. ending up on the stables with Percy Jackson did not end well. well, let's just say a certain coach and satyr did not like the idea.
a/n: im pretty sure percy would DEFINITELY act like this
so imagine during mark of athena era you and percy end up in the argo II stables. like you weren’t even planning it, you just sat down next to him and then somehow he’s kissing you like he hasn’t breathed since camp jupiter, hands in your shirt, hay sticking to your back. it’s gross and uncomfortable and somehow the hottest and romantic thing that’s ever happened to you.
"we’re gonna get caught," you whisper, except you don’t even sound like you mean it because you’re already pulling him closer.
and percy just laughs against your mouth, low and rough, like you’re the funniest person alive.
"then let ‘em catch us," he mutters, and gods help you, you let him.
you don’t even realize you fell asleep in the hay until the sun’s up and—
"JACKSON."
coach hedge. standing over you. looking like he’s about to personally send you both to olympus in a body bag marked.
you’re choking on excuses, trying to sit up, a hair looking like a nest, lips swollen, completely ruined (by percy).
percy? percy doesn’t even flinch. boy has the audacity to stretch, curl his fingers behind his head, and grin like he's not about to get beaten up by coach hedge.
and then he looks hedge dead in the eye and says, voice scratchy from kissing you all night:
"relax, coach. she’s the only thing i was riding."
summary: Percy picks up a seashell just to have an excuse to talk with you.
pairing: Percy Jackson x reader
word count: 410 requests
based on this post from @macherieeeeee ⋆
He tells himself he’s not pacing. He’s just walking up and down the shoreline!! Casually. Like a totally normal person who isn’t overthinking how to start a conversation with someone sitting ten feet away!
The ocean keeps teasing him, at least that's what he thinks. The foam curling around his ankles, like it’s in on the joke. Every time he thinks ‘okay, now I’ll just go say hi’, a new wave rolls in and pulls the courage right out from him.
You’re sitting there with your towel bunched under your knees, hair blowing thanks to the soft wind. You look peaceful in a way Percy believes is like the breeze that slips through your hair.
Then he's looking down and oh, he spots a seashell half-buried near the waterline. Smooth, pinkish, the kind of thing that would make an excellent excuse.
He picks it. Turns it over in his fingers. Tries not to be ridiculous.
‘Alright, Jackson. You’re not giving a battle speech. You’re handing over a seashell. How hard could it—’
You look up. And suddenly it’s hard, so hard.
He freezes mid-step, caught between pretending he was just walking by and committing to the bit. He commits.
“Hey,” he says, walking the last few feet. “You dropped this.”
And you blink, your hands on your knees open to see they're empty. “Did I?”
“Yeah.” His voice cracks on the word. Great. “It, um, rolled away from your towel.”
Your eyes look at said towel. Then back at him. Then at the shell in his palm. And he can see the moment you realize what’s actually happening.
Still, you reach out. Wait...You reach out! You take the shell, fingertips brushing his palm, the ocean itself could stop moving and he wouldn’t notice.
“It’s pretty.”
He's staring and you can't help but laugh. The small, quiet sound, hits him like surf against rocks. You're still looking at him so he just says the first thing he thinks once more.
“Wanna walk for a bit?” he blurts. “You know, so you don’t lose any more valuable shell-based possessions.”
You laugh, soft and genuine. “You mean the ones I never had?”
He grins, relief bubbling up in his chest. “Exactly those.”
You stand, brushing sand off your legs, and when you start walking beside him Percy thinks maybe, for once, the sea isn’t the best thing about going to the beach.
Hey, sorry if my message bothered you, but your masterlist link isn't working for me. Could you check it out, please ?
hey! thanks for asking, i wasn't aware that my masterlist isn't working. maybe it's because i recently changed usernames?? i'll gladly fix it up for y'all!! appreciate u telling me hehe
lowkey would take me half a day to fix it though but im working on it!!
hi, anon!! i know u mean well while i do write suggestive stuffs (meant for 14+) i will never write smut (well not until i turn 18 ig). ++ im a minor too lmfaoo
