LIST OF IF WIPs that I really like and am hyped for (upd. Jan.03, 2026)
The list contains only those IF stories that have semi-active blogs (within 3 months) and/or have updated their Demos within the past year.
These are some of the IFs that I've checked out and had a BLOODY GREAT time with them (in case of demos) or was really intrigued by the concept (in case of IFs w/o current demos).
With demo:
College Tennis: Origin Story [if intro]
Gods and Villains [if intro]
TWISTED SCENE [COG FORUM LINK] (IT'S FUCKING BACK!!!!!)
Infamous [if intro]
Chop Shop [if intro]
Scapegoated [if intro]
All Those Withering Lilies [if intro]
Apartment 502 [if intro]
Paved in Ashes [if intro]
Cruel Palace [if intro]
Love After Death [if intro]
Swapped [if intro]
The Ballad of the Young Gods [if intro]
Love's Choice [if intro]
Summer Of Love [if intro] (Still in hiatus but currently getting a rewrite!)
Drink Your Villain Juice [if intro]
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - An Affair of the Heart [if intro]
The Ultimate Magic Student [COG forum link] (No Tumblr blog)
Honor Amongst Thieves [if intro]
Just Kiss Me [COG forum link] (No Tumblr blog)
The Midnight Bay [if intro]
The Lonely Shore [if intro]
Laid Off [COG forum link]
SEVEN DAYS IN PURGATORY [demo link]
Zorlok [if intro]
I, the Villain, Got Transferred Into A Love Department?! [Quick Transmigration] [if intro]
Um.. jimmy hopkins bf headcanons? If you want to tell them, ofc
of course!! (these are probably a little out of character so i do apologise but i was in the mood to write something fluffy but still with a little angst because idk im indecisive. hopefully my self indulgence isnt too noticeable 🙂↕️)
Jimmy Hopkins as your BF HCs!
- Jimmy Hopkins is the kind of boy people think they understand at a glance — short fuse, quicker fists, sharp mouth. But living beside him, loving him, you realize how wrong that first impression is.
- Jimmy is deeply intelligent, and with you he lets it show more openly because he doesn’t feel like he has to play dumb or tough. You hear the clever remarks, the quiet insights, the observations that make you stop and think, oh — he’s really sharp. He’s good at logic, problem-solving, seeing patterns others miss. Being understood on that level is rare for him, and once he realizes you see both his mind and his heart, he trusts you with them completely.
- Academically, he surprises people. He does better in class than he lets on, especially when something can be broken down practically. When you struggle, he helps without judgment — explaining things in ways that actually make sense, relating concepts to real life. Staying patient, and teasing gently but never cruelly. Studying with him is unexpectedly effective, and sometimes even fun. “Think of it like this,” he says, and suddenly it clicks.
- Despite claiming he’s “not an art guy,” he doodles constantly. His notebooks are full of sarcastic cartoons, teachers exaggerated into caricatures, sketches of Bullworth’s corners — and eventually, you. Drawings he insists aren’t that good, but somehow capture you perfectly anyway.
- People call him a tough guy, but Jimmy is quietly empathetic. He understands fear, humiliation, and powerlessness because he’s lived them. That’s why he defends weaker kids — not because he wants to be a hero, but because he notices unfairness instinctively. Loyalty and fairness matter deeply to him, even if he never dresses those values up in pretty words. Betrayal cuts him hard for that reason. That same empathy extends to you in subtle, constant ways.
- He notices the small things. A change in your mood before you name it. New shoes. A different way you style your hair (unless you’re bald like him idk). He doesn’t always comment, but he adjusts himself around you without thinking — softer voice, closer presence, quieter humor when you need it.
- Jimmy shows love through actions more than words. He fixes problems before you even realize they exist. Walks you to class without making a thing of it. Just “happens” to be nearby when someone’s bothering you. Carries your books. Fixes your bike with the skills he gained from shop class. Brings back your favorite snack when he’s been out, even if it means going out of his way. Somewhere along the line, he learned that being useful is how you earn the right to stay — and that belief runs deep.
- He likes routines when you’re involved. Meeting you at the same place after class. Sitting on the same bench. Walking familiar paths around campus. It gives him something steady, something predictable to anchor himself to.
- Jimmy never says it outright, but part of him is always waiting for the moment you decide he’s too much trouble. Being left at Bullworth by his mother hurt more than he’ll ever fully admit. He jokes about it, shrugs it off, insults his stepdad — but the truth slips out late at night in fragments. Half-sentences. Mutters. Confessions said while staring at the floor instead of your face. That day taught him that love can be temporary, conditional, inconvenient. Because of that, he treats affection like a job he has to keep earning. If he protects you, fixes things, takes hits for you — maybe you won’t leave too.
- Arguments with Jimmy flare fast. His frustration comes out sharp before he can stop it — raised voice, rough words he doesn’t fully mean. The second he sees your reaction, guilt hits him hard. He storms off to cool down, then comes back quieter, shoulders tense, voice low and honest. His apologies aren’t always polished — sometimes just a muttered “I didn’t mean that” — but they’re sincere. He always takes responsibility.
- Emotionally, Jimmy is more mature than most kids at Bullworth — he just lacks the language for it. He feels deeply and intensely, but explaining those feelings makes him defensive. Sarcasm becomes his shield when he doesn’t know how to say “I’m scared of losing you.”
- He’s more affectionate than he pretends. Casually touchy. Sitting close enough that your shoulders brush. An arm around your waist as you walk. A steady hand at your back when you stop. One of his favorite gestures is resting his forehead against yours — grounding himself, making sure you’re really there. Especially after arguments, when emotions are still buzzing but he wants closeness more than distance.
- Kisses start a little awkward, a little rough — like he’s unsure what to do with tenderness. But once he relaxes, they soften. He slows down, checks in without words, keeps a firm hand at your waist like he’s anchoring himself. Sometimes he presses quick, absent-minded kisses to your temple or forehead when he thinks you aren’t paying attention — instinctive flashes of affection that make him blush when you catch him.
- When you’re upset, Jimmy doesn’t always try to fix it with words. He knows sometimes there aren’t words. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, arms firm and warm, chin resting on your head. He stays still and present until you calm down. He’s always warmer than you expect — stocky build, strong arms, solid presence. His hugs feel safe, and he never lets go first.
- Lazy afternoons are his favorite — no fights to pick, no problems to solve. Just sitting together on the grass or tucked away somewhere quiet. He leans into you without thinking, legs tangled, head on your shoulder. In those moments, he looks younger, lighter, like the weight of Bullworth finally slips off him.
- He falls asleep easily around you, which surprises him. He’s used to being alert, half-awake, listening for trouble. But with you nearby — your breathing steady, your hand familiar — his body relaxes on instinct. It’s one of the safest he’s ever felt, even if he never says it out loud.
- When he’s genuinely happy, he gets playful in small, soft ways. Bumping your shoulder. Stealing your things just to give them back. Repeating a joke because he liked the way you laughed the first time. Real laughter — the kind where you can’t stop smiling — is one of his favorite sounds, and he’ll chase it without admitting why.
- He pretends he doesn’t care about birthdays or holidays, but when one comes around, he shows up awkwardly prepared. A candy bar. A dumb little trinket. Something he fixed up himself. He watches your reaction closely, like your smile matters more than the gift.
- Music matters to him more than most things. Sharing earbuds with you. Letting you pick songs even if he complains about your taste. Late nights in dorm rooms or one of his many safehouses, talking about nothing while the world feels far away — those are the moments his guard drops completely.
- Jimmy is used to relationships being transactional. Prove yourself. Earn trust. Lose it. Repeat. So sometimes you have to remind him — gently, patiently — that what you have isn’t like that. That he doesn’t have to keep proving his worth. That he belongs. That he’s chosen not because he’s useful, not because he’s strong, but because he’s him.
- It takes time, but once he understands you’re not leaving — not when he’s angry, not when he’s failing, not when he’s doing nothing at all — his walls start to come down. He laughs more easily. His shoulders stay relaxed longer. He stops scanning every room the second he enters.
- And when those walls fall? Jimmy Hopkins loves hard. Loyal to a fault. Protective. Soft in the moments that matter most. If Bullworth is his last chance, then you are his first real choice — and that means more to Jimmy than he could ever say out loud.
Tadaa chibis of the trio and kirby because i dunno kirbys just a wonderful guy. Im gonna make so many of these one normal and one kemonomimi variant for as many characters as i can wooo
"you're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to; you're still the one I want for life."
word count: 65,605.
summary: a love story told through the past and the present, unsent letters, and years of aching devotion. at its heart, this series is about friendship, longing, healing, and finally coming home to the person who has always been yours.
author’s note: hey hi hello i'm back again with yet another theo series. this one was a lot of fun to write since it's different to what you've read from me so far. i'm happy to say the entire series is complete so I will be posting a new chapter every friday ♡
♫ you're still the one - teddy swims. nav. more theo.
somewhere only we know - rhianne
exile - taylor swift (feat. bon iver)
save your tears - the weeknd (feat. ariana grande)
someone you loved - lewis capaldi
the night we met - lord huron (feat. phoebe bridgers)
start over - 5 seconds of summer
work song - hozier
i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams
begged - olivia rodrigo
glimpse of us - joji
daylight - taylor swift
golden hour - kacey musgraves
a thousand years - christina perri
you're still the one - teddy swims
So from what I'm reading, Cold is ace but really into bdsm? How does that work? Would they ever do vanilla sex?
[claps my gay little hands together]
So!
Cold is grey asexual, as in they have very, very little interest in sex, but, they are very into kink and play and what makes people "tick". They aren't very interested in chasing their own pleasure in the standard way, and the play is what they find pleasure in rather than an orgasm, so they aren't interested in having sex just for the sake of having sex.
They are, by in large, far more interested in picking mc apart and seeing what makes them crumble. They get their satisfaction from seeing mc submit to them, wholly and willingly letting Cold do everything they want to do. They want the satisfaction of mc debasing themselves at their feet.
Now, this doesn't mean that Cold won't do lower intensity activities, they like fingering and dressing mc up in all their devious toys, but one would Need to specify that you don't want to be overstimulated to hell. because they like doing that. a lot.
And! they aren't completely against being the one on the recieving end of play, they just consider themselves.....at a higher skill level, so a more dominant mc is gonna have to bring their A game if they want Cold to submit. And they will not make it easy.
What's Colds opinion on all the weird and interesting lighters? I feel like they would either have a large collection or one really trusted and loved lighter
They actually prefer matches 😌 lighters are convienient sure, but they enjoy the aesthetics and ritual of using a match box. plus they're a pro at flicking match sticks
.ೃ࿔ I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.
"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.
Ah, the long awaited question.
And the answer never changes. "No, we're friends, why?"
Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thought—"
Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.
Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the ponytail incident
It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail.
Shouldn't everyone know that?
Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.
So he doesn't see anything wrong with standing behind her after she calls for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.
"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.
"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, like there's no more explanation needed.
Leo doesn’t understand, he doesn't know if he wants to, "You do realize you're in love, right?"
But Percy isn't even listening, his eyes already fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the necklace and hairtie
Yes, it's completely and totally normal if she wears a necklace with her best friend's initial around her neck.
It isn't even that noticeable— just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.
Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her while they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.
Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' on your necklace?"
She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and oh— Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."
"How is that—" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."
She's tired of questioning it.
Meanwhile, Percy carries a hair tie on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. There’s nothing else to it.
People don't notice at first, it's a simple black hair tie, nothing to question.
But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesn’t let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.
Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.
"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.
"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.
This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.
"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.
"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss on the cheek
And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.
Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.
So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted, "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss?
Percy kind of freezes. His eyes follow her as she walks away, looking like a kicked puppy.
He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.
Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like a child that got his candy stolen."
"She didn’t kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.
Piper looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head. "Is this whole thing just because she didn’t kiss your cheek?"
"Why didn’t she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.
Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything else— there she is, rushing to the table to take her usual seat beside Percy.
"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and, like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.
And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.
"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the picture on the wallet
Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."
"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.
"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.
"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"
Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."
He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the picture of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin and a bandaid on her nose. "Doesn’t she look cute?"
"I— uh— do you just carry it on your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise.
"Well, yeah? She gave it to me ages ago." And he turns to pay, like he doesn't understand why they're so surprised about it.
Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already distracted. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ pink lilies and cherry-minted lip balms
Friends get each other flowers, right? At least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while grocery shopping with his mom.
It's not his fault that he finds a bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.
When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet, she smiles knowingly.
"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.
"Oh?" He looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they just remind me of y/n, so I might aswell get them for her."
Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.
Except sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesn’t she?"
Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries on the checkout belt. "Yep, just make sure to get the one that tastes like cherry-mint, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid, it's her favorite."
"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"
Silence.
Percy stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.
"I guessed." he replies simply.
Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve.
So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.
And it's totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.
"Perseus, you are unbelievable."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the date
Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried about his best friend going on a date, but worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.
Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didn’t even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowers—roses, seriously? and ask her out.
But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didn’t even bother trying to get her favorite flowers.
That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.
That's why he doesn’t do much the whole day, he can't be bothered with training or joining his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. And by the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.
It's past lights out when there’s a soft knock coming from his door. And before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.
Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step inside— as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesn’t even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.
No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.
"Hey, how did—" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.
"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."
Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."
"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."
He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.
"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didn’t spend the whole day brooding.
"So bad." There’s no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night, barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."
Percy's hands stop on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"
She shifts slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didn’t ask me out because of you."
"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists.
She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"
They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.
After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"
His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybe—"
Percy doesn’t let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.
Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.
And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss
The next morning, nobody notices the change— because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.
Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.
"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.
"Who knows? It could be years, they—" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.
Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.
He doesn’t even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."
"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she runs off to go find her spear.
Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."
syspnosis ꕀ how Percy Jackson accidentally terrified the cutest surfer girl at camp
╰ cw; pure fluff, tooth rotting!!
╰ taglist & masterlist!
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
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"why don't sharks eat clowns? because they taste funny!" hugh morris spoke proudly, eyes glistening as he watched your expression. and of course, to add a little pizzazz to his joke, just a little shake of his maracas!
his smile stretched far and wide, perhaps even longer than the island itself as he saw your lips twitch upwards. "you do think i'm funny! reward me with a laugh!" it took all your willpower to stop yourself from petting the top of his head, those jester bells ringing as you pet him and called him a good clown. but no. today was different. you were going to prove that you would not be seduced by a clown.
his finger lifted up, slowly, slowly reaching over and bopping you on your nose. "boop!"
you were so going to be seduced by a clown.
you noticed a change in his eyes, almost like he was plotting, like he knew that he had you in his evil clown hook and you were the fish being pulled into the fisherman's hands. "you," hugh morris started, voice almost low like this was him thinking that his voice was going to be "hot" now. "you have a seashell on your nose."
true to his word, there was a seashell perched on your nose. (and if you had to be honest, you were sure the culprit was that damn clown)
"get outta here!" you laughed out as you got up from the ground, the sand sticking to your outfit as you started to escape the man. he stumbled a bit, nearly eating sand in the process. (you could have sworn you heard him making a funny bone joke) as he got up and followed suit.
"but i haven't told you why the clown crossed the road!"
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hugh morris x gn!reader
♡ — i will not be seduced by a damn clown!
"why don't sharks eat clowns? because they taste funny!" hugh morris spoke proudly, eyes glistening as he watched your expression. and of course, to add a little pizzazz to his joke, just a little shake of his maracas!
his smile stretched far and wide, perhaps even longer than the island itself as he saw your lips twitch upwards. "you do think i'm funny! reward me with a laugh!" it took all your willpower to stop yourself from petting the top of his head, those jester bells ringing as you pet him and called him a good clown. but no. today was different. you were going to prove that you would not be seduced by a clown.
his finger lifted up, slowly, slowly reaching over and bopping you on your nose. "boop!"
you were so going to be seduced by a clown.
you noticed a change in his eyes, almost like he was plotting, like he knew that he had you in his evil clown hook and you were the fish being pulled into the fisherman's hands. "you," hugh morris started, voice almost low like this was him thinking that his voice was going to be "hot" now. "you have a seashell on your nose."
true to his word, there was a seashell perched on your nose. (and if you had to be honest, you were sure the culprit was that damn clown)
"get outta here!" you laughed out as you got up from the ground, the sand sticking to your outfit as you started to escape the man. he stumbled a bit, nearly eating sand in the process. (you could have sworn you heard him making a funny bone joke) as he got up and followed suit.
"but i haven't told you why the clown crossed the road!"
I'm Your Man, Mitski /// “you said the lambs were ready,” come the slumberless to the land of nod, Traci Brimhall /// I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @towriteabutch /// 'the reciprocity of the attack dog and the hand that holds the short leash' (edited), @finalgirlabigailhobbs /// Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers /// Still Life Based on Hunting (detail), c. 1665-1701, David De Koninck /// It Will Come Back, Hozier /// "you’ve always been more of a dog person," @trinakeepstrying
”I Would Leave Me If I Could. A Collection of Poetry” - Halsey/Cop Car - Mitski/unknown/unknown/"The Burning" - Venetta Octavia/@6aint/Bite the Hand - Boygenius/unknown/unknown/Bite the Hand - Boygenius/unknown/Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays - Molly McCully Brown/unknown/Cop Car - Mitski/unknown/Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? - Taylor Swift
some funny/silly headcanons i have for tom since everyone takes him way too seriously…
˖°࿐ he lowkey always looks like he's glaring at someone and it's because a. he has poor eyesight from reading things in really dark settings and b. he stays up way too late which means he gets little hours of sleep so he struggles to stay awake and has to intensely stare at everything in order to focus. (definitely has to wear glasses when he’s older…)
˖°࿐ he's a great ragebaiter but is so easy to ragebait once you get to know him a little better. with that being said, he has soooo many pet peeves that are about very minisicule things. bro is a hater first, a human second.
˖°࿐ a lot of the professors lowkey hate to see tom in their class because he's a know-it-all who will correct them if they say something wrong (it gets to a point where they just look at him after to make sure they're right, it's a great day when he nods)
˖°࿐ tom is a major sweet tooth !! i'm talking there is an unhealthy amount of sugar in his coffee in the mornings, he's always eating some kind of dessert during his meals... he only cuts down on it just so his teeth don't fall out.
˖°࿐ he does not remember peoples names unless they prove to be important to him. he uses descriptors in his head to identify them and it’s usually offensive (for e.g. “boring guy who hasn’t said anything useful probably since he first learned to speak”). honestly, he’s just terrible with names and if you asked him about someone he’d fr go “who?” before his memory gets jogged by a description.
˖°࿐ he thinks he’s very funny and is so tickled by his own jokes. what a corny loser lol, he laughs in his head (and on the outside, he just doesn’t realise it)
˖°࿐ he bruises very easily, please do not bump into him, an elbow to his bicep would make it look like he went to war.
˖°࿐ speaking of war, he’s so good at avoiding and dodging military recruiters. he does “magic” tricks and thinks it’s so funny when they’re baffled at his disappearance. it’s actually a game for him, he’s always thinking of new ways to say “no.”
˖°࿐ he reads every single book in front of him, does not discriminate at all (yes, he’s read jane austen and the brontë sisters, he was bored, give him a break?). could probably cite pages of random things off the top of his head because he’s a fucking loser nerd.
˖°࿐ the first time he smoked, he failed so miserably and ended up choking till his face turned pure red so naturally he had to acquire a whole pack because what do you mean he can’t do something as basic as inhaling? that’s so offensive.
˖°࿐ he’s loathe to admit but he doesn’t like magical hair products, they make his hair look weird so he uses pomade.
˖°࿐ he’s actually pretty good at mimicking people’s accents and voices, he did it at the orphanage to piss the other kids off and it kind of stuck. (guys, he’s sooo mature)
