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riordanness · 1 year ago
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fictional — [p.jackson]
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pairing: percy jackson x reader
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‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’
I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.
Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.
I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.
Percy Jackson.
I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.
I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.
The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.
“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”
“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”
Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.
“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”
“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.
“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”
“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”
Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”
I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”
And even Andie can’t argue with that.
I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.
I perk up, though, when I hear something new.
“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”
Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.
A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.
I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.
Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.
The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.
This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.
And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.
The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”
I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.
“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”
I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.
I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”
The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.
“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”
I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.
Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”
I just stare at him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.
“Your name is Percy Jackson?”
“Yeah?”
“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.
Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”
I nod slowly. “Of course.”
Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”
My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”
Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”
I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”
Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”
It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.
I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.
The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.
The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.
It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.
Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.
The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.
“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”
Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.
I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”
Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”
“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”
“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”
I relax. “It’s okay.”
I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.
“What are you thinking about, love?”
“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”
Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”
“You don’t have plans?” he asks.
I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.
“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.
“Wait,” I say. “What?”
“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”
“You aren’t saying no.”
“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”
“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”
Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”
I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.
“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”
I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.
“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.
Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”
I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”
“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.
And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.
Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.
The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.
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newplaylistforu · 2 years ago
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“Fictional” by Khloe Rose
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m-moods · 3 months ago
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"I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be I spend all of my time imagining What it would be like if they existed My parents tell me I should look for one in real life But I get let down by both the bad boys and the nice guys I'm tired of giving more than I receive So, I'll just stick to the boys Who don't know me..." -- Fictional_Khloe Rose.
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There are still many other fictional boys that I'm in love with! It wouldn't fit that many images!
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arsonlookers · 1 year ago
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IMAGINE
________zhongli x reader_____________________
You have been together with Zhongli for as long as you remember. You are also an immortal like him, you have ups and downs in your relationship. But in the end, you love him too much to be mad at him. Yes, you have been jealous of many girls who are beautiful and gentle the total opposite of you, who is an Archon known as the adepti who fought alongside Rexlapiz.
But he accepted you as you are and even asked for your hand in marriage after everything, the misunderstanding, the past with the Goddess of dust or the traveler, the pain. After all, it all matters only the ending, right?
You're happy with Zhongli, and this is the best ending you could have after millennials fight to build this city, to protect this land.
But imagine... after everything... The sacrifices... the happy and lovely moments, when you thought that it won't get any better than this. He asked for your hand a second time, but this time you can feel this is it. You know he loves you and he is sure this time. This is the happy END.
forward to the ceremony, it was simple and just a small ceremony with the people you loved and cherished. A simple and wholesome day, warm, sunny, and lovely as you can see him standing in front of the altar waiting for you to be his forever, his bride, for real. it was a tearful moment to watch.
Zhongli with his white suit, hair down, his charming smile while looking at you, waiting at the altar as you get closer to him and he stretched his hand unto you and smiled, you reached unto his hand and smiled back.
the ceremony was peaceful, the chirp of birds and rustling of trees and leaves as if nature approved of our marriage. and the moment you are waiting has come, the vows.
Zhongli, as he said his Vows to you and slipped a jade ring onto your finger "I promise to love you forever till death do us part, my beloved" and he looked at you with Golden melted color eyes looking at you with adoration
you smile and also state your vows, as tears start to slowly make their way into your eyes "I promise to love you Forever and forever till death do us part, morax"
After the vows you looked at each other and smiled, this moment is only for the both of you, this moment is special to both of you... especially to YOu.
like a slow motion in a movie, You close your eyes as you feel his hands on the back of your head slowly guide you for the Kiss, the kiss is ethereal, It is sweet... it feels real... It was lovely ... YOu love it...
You love every second of it, every moment, but as you open your eyes again, he is still there smiling... but frozen.
as a screen pops up and states:
[YOU HAVE ACHIEVED THE HAPPY ENDING WITH MORAX, WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY AGAIN? ]
[YES] [NO]
after all everything ... every moment is not real... "But i love you" you mumbled in pain,
tear one after another, paired with chocked coughs pains.
realization hits , but even so, you look up the screen still in there, floating.
you reach for Zhongli's peaceful smiling face and kiss him one more time, hug him one more time, and whisper "I love you" one last time.
and smiled as a tear dropped in your cheek
"Love you forevermore morax"
as your hand click to choose ....
[YES].................[NO]
a/n: hello againnn~ so this is just a ramble there may be a part that is confusing but there are two endings to this it depends if you choose [YES ]or[ NO] but soon maybe I can do the other two endings. and in this scenario, Zhongli is a character in an otome game, and the player [you] is playing it because you likes Zhongli in the game. but more details on that later, I hope it is easy to understand... hehe
And if your reading this, THANK U FOR READING AND HAVE A GREAT DAY!!
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f-l-o-r-e-s-c-e-e-r · 7 months ago
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I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
Fictional - Khloe Rose
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steampunkskulls · 2 years ago
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Inspired by Khloe Rose - Fictional
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen.
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be.
I spend all of my time imagining what it would be like if they existed.
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optimisticbabydreamer · 2 years ago
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Khloe Rose literally described being a book girl in a song and it’s just speaking to my in the most touching and wrecking way😩‼️❤️
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flippityflaps · 2 years ago
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"I'll just keep wishing it was me in that ending scene
Where they're meeting up halfway and they're kissing in the rain
It's a little bit cliché but I love it anyway
Cause it's better than when you're walking home
And the rain starts pouring but you're all alone"
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someawesomeamvs · 1 year ago
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Warning: Potential spoilers
Title: Fictoromantic
Editor: Ileia
Song: Fictional
Artist: Khloe Rose
Anime: My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999, other anime
Category: Romance
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eman-e11 · 1 year ago
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writerintheshadow · 2 years ago
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This song is as perfect as song can be.
But it's also incredibly sad how many girls can relate to it...
If it's you, I am truly sorry. I know exactly how it feels when your heart is breaking every second a day and there is that hollow feeling in your chest that just doesn't want to disappear and it's strongest when you are lying in your bed.
But believe, you are not alone and we have to believe it's gonna be okay, eventually 🖤
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insertvalidusername · 2 years ago
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🎶I FALL IN LOVE WITH BOYS I SEE ONNTHE TV SCREEN🎶
🎶THE ONES IN BOOKS WHO ARE AS PERFECT AS THEY CAN BE🎶
🎶I SPEND ALL OF MY TIME IMAGINING🎶
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its-a--love-story · 3 months ago
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Well, that was too close to home...
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numberonestuckyshipper · 1 year ago
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Omg it never ceases to impress me how relatable “Fictional” by Khloe Rose is. If you haven’t listened to it yet you really should.
Just saying…
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nemo-o · 1 year ago
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Khloe Rose - Fictional (Official Lyric Video)
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skyes-shadow-thoughts · 1 year ago
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the most real song ever written
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