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[bipercabeth]

Feel bad asking about another but "I called you at 2am because I need you" (48) would be great!

In many ways, dating Percy feels like skipping straight to the good part of love. There are no awkward icebreakers, no friends anxiously checking Annabeth's location during dates, no innocent questions about family and no strained explanations in response. They have slipped into intimacy like tailored clothes, something they wore for ages before making the perfect fit.

Like now, when Annabeth dials his number on instinct, knowing he's out with friends but will pick up on the second ring.

One.

Two--

"Hey, baby," he says, and the warmth of his voice undoes the way Annabeth shrinks at the joyous chatter in the background. "It's late."

He's having fun, that nagging voice says. Don't ruin his night. Let him be.

"I miss you." A lifeline. I can't say it, but I'll say it if you see it.

"I miss you too, always." She can hear him thinking, practically see the pucker between his brows at the hitch in her breath. "Want me to come over? Things are winding down here."

Annabeth squeezes her eyes shut, dropping the tissues back on the couch and pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. "Please."

"Do I need to stop for supplies?"

"Just you."

Percy shows up sooner than should be humanly possible, his forehead glistening faintly with sweat from the brisk walk to Annabeth's apartment. He didn't wait for the train.

Thick summer air follows him in the door, pausing in the hallway with him when his eyes find Annabeth, like even the air is waiting to see how he can make this better. His eyes flit to the tissues, the throw blanket, the red splotches on Annabeth's face.

He moves toward her, tucking the throw blanket around her until she's an emotionally compromised burrito easing into the comfort of his lap, warmth melting through her as his hands pull back her hair.

Annabeth closes her eyes as Percy kisses her forehead, murmuring an "I love you," that settles over her with a kind weight, the firm hand of a lover, the comfort of a cloak. And the bad night is still a bad night, but now it is so much lighter. Oh, it is everything to be held. How human to want what you can't ask for. How holy to receive it anyway.

[jasiper]

I love the parallels between puck it and you're a symphony with Jason feeling selfish for wanting to be with piper! Looking forward to more!

thank you so much! i hope to have more chapters out for both :)))

[firelordizumi]

Top 5 things about being a stem major? Also hi fellow neuro major

hey fellow neuro major!!!!

general chemistry sucks (or maybe my professors are meanies because! they suck!)

the lowest level of math is apparently calculus now

what the hell is going on

comparing your schedules with your friends in humanities/business majors suck bc you’re all taking the same amount of hours but your labs that are 1 credit hour are actually 3-4 hours long

why am i ALWAYS studying but ALWAYS failing?????

ask me top 5!!

[bipercabeth]

may i request “stolen moments” from the abstract prompts for percabeth 💙

(combining prompts!) 

For being the Lord of the Wild, Grover should be a better hiking buddy. With all his experience, there is no reason for Percy to get smacked in the face with a tree branch, but it happens at least twice in ten minutes. Percy grumbles a half-hearted threat before Annabeth stops him, smiles sideways at his expression, and presses a kiss to the angry red mark on his nose. He feels significantly better after that.

They carry on, careful to step where Grover steps as their make their way through the North Woods, close enough to camp to hear the ocean, but far enough to be unbothered by their fellow campers. The Lord of the Wild and two Heroes of Olympus who still reek of Tartarus shouldn’t run into too much trouble here, but it’s worth the caution. 

Percy runs into Annabeth, who stops suddenly in front of him. She’s nearly dead on her feet, so he apologizes in the form of a supportive arm around her waist and a soft kiss to the crown of her head. She leans on him, content. Apology accepted. 

Meanwhile, Grover zips between two trees, tying knots and muttering like a madman. Percy barely has time to shake off his fatigue before there’s a hammock swinging in what was just empty space. 

“All set,” Grover beams. “I’ve asked the dryads in the area to keep people away unless it’s an emergency.” He hesitates, his breath catching awkwardly. “Please do not have sex in my hammock in front of the dryads.” 

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth groans. “We just want to sleep.” 

Percy is a bit preoccupied with the dryads part to be properly mortified. He walks up to the oak the hammock swings from and knocks on the trunk. “Anyone home?” 

Grover frowns. “That’s insensitive.” 

“Will they feel it?” 

“I don’t think so? They’re out with Juniper right now.” 

Before the situation can get any weirder, Annabeth clears her throat, teetering precariously and ready to drop at a moment’s notice. Percy thanks Grover and bids him goodbye, then scoops Annabeth up and lays her gently in the soft hammock. He knows she’s nearly gone when she puts up zero fight. 

Her fingers dig into his shirt when he tries to withdraw, leaving him with no option but to fumble his way in next to her. That was the plan, of course, but he’d have liked to do it a bit more gracefully. Instead he just faceplants on top of her. 

They grumble and shift around, getting lost in the sea of fabric more than once as Percy untangles his arm to make room for Annabeth on his chest. She settles over his heart, the way she does when sleep refuses to come easily. Sometimes he feels her tapping the rhythm of his heartbeat with the hand slung around his waist. 

She does that now too, her fingers ghosting the side of Percy’s rib cage before the pressure and rhythm starts to fade. Her hand fists in his shirt at some point, and that’s when he knows she’s asleep. 

Despite the desperate calls of his own body begging him to go to sleep, Percy stays in the waking world to savor the warmth and weight of Annabeth’s body above his, the way she anchors him in every facet of life, even in dreams. She’s with him in every good dream, but even Percy’s subconscious can’t quite conjure the perfection of her. He knows her—all of her—but it’s like his brain needs to remind him he’s wasting time he could spend by her side. If Dream Annabeth was just as good as Real Annabeth, Percy thinks he might sleep away every day without her. 

As darkness pulls at the corners of Percy’s vision, he knows this dream will be a good one. Annabeth is curled around him, her smile pressed into his neck, her fist in his shirt anchoring him to the simple joy of present moment. They’ve earned a good, uninterrupted rest. 

[bipercabeth]

"Sunlight caresses her with a bravery Percy doesn't have yet". Rent. Free. That's the vibes tbh

it's actually criminal that one of my best lines is from a 300 word percy jackson drabble huh

if i asked you what the most memorable scene from any fanfic of mine you’ve read is, what’s the first scene that comes to mind?

[bipercabeth]

🌹! Hope you're having a great day

Just before her slipper touches the floor, she sees him.

[bipercabeth]

Just sitting here smiling after reading the chapter - the only good thing about the storms in Texas shutting everything down is I had time to read it like twice back to back

happy to bring u some joy rn, stay safe friend!!!

[bipercabeth]

I just got thru the Cinderella au.... holy shit miss Emma I don't even think I can pick out a favorite line its all so good.

thank u dearest njkhis i’m so glad u liked it!!! i had one hell of a time picking a summary this is such a comfort

[bipercabeth]

5, 13, and 29 for the music asks! Hope you're having a good day

5. a song that needs to be played LOUD

it’s a cop out to say every bleachers song so i’ll say their most recent single stop making this hurt but just know. just Know

13. one of your favorite 80s songs

change // john waite !

29. a song you remember from your childhood

i was forced to listen to mostly country music until middle school so most of these are unfortunate but my dad came through with spaceman // the killers. one of their top tier songs it deserves more love

music asks

[bipercabeth]

Jealous percy drabble? Yes please if you could that'd be great!!

Percy loves spending time with his friends—he really does—but time and experience have shown him that the definition of quality time varies wildly within their group.

For Percy, quality time is laid back: a nighttime drive without a destination, full belly laughs filling the living room, sandy toes washed clean after that first step into the ocean. After all they’ve had to endure, it’s these pockets of serenity that he loves most.

Piper is a different story. She sees their time spent in boarding schools and on quests as missed opportunities. After all these years fighting for their lives, Piper argues that they’ve hardly had a chance to live them.

College separates the seven of them to different universities on different coasts, so moments where they’re all in the same place are few and far between. When those moments come, Piper’s excited energy resonates with the entire group, and they end up doing something wild each time.

Except they is a loose term. They is a group that consists of Piper, Leo, Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank (in that order) while Percy and Jason act as the designated sober group parents.

“I guess we did this to ourselves, huh?” Percy nudges Jason with his shoulder while waiting on their girlfriends’ drinks.

“I guess.” Jason shrugs and glances out at the mass of bodies on the dance floor, his eyes lingering on Piper’s moving figure. He pulls himself back with a slight head shake and looks back at Percy. “But think of how much money we save on Ubers this way.”

“And all of the puke we’ve had to clean up over the years means nothing to you?”

“Considering that Piper is usually the one puking, I have a feeling I’d be on puke duty either way. At least I’m sober enough to take care of her.”

“You’re a disgustingly sweet person.”

“Says the guy who plays with Annabeth’s hair anytime she asks.”

“Actually, she never asks. I just do it.”

“Boys!” Annabeth and Piper’s voices are just audible over the booming music as they make their way over to the bar. Piper has her arm slung around Annabeth’s waist, and though they don’t stumble, they’re definitely leaning on each other to make it as quickly as they do.

“What’s taking so long?” Annabeth frowns, separating from Piper to melt into Percy. Piper manages to pull Jason out to dance without waiting for her drink while Annabeth leans on the bar. The soft curls of her ponytail tickle Percy’s neck as she rests her head onto his shoulder. She always tries to leave it down when they go out, but she gets annoyed with it after ten seconds in the sweaty bar and ties it up every time.

Percy shifts closer to her, the heat of her body contrasting the cool counter against his arm. “I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s a little busy over here.”

Annabeth moves to look around the crowded bar like she’s noticing it for the first time; Percy looks with her in hopes of catching the bartender’s eye, but he doesn’t. Instead his eyes land on a pair of much hungrier ones unmistakably fixed on his girlfriend’s ass. He feels his jaw clench at the sight—this is the same pair of eyes that had followed her around earlier when they were dancing. It got to the point where Percy and Jason were actively shifting around the circle to keep this jackass from attempting to weasel into it (another perk of being sober: being a part-time bouncer).

When the dude disappeared from view, Percy assumed he moved on or went home. Turns out he’s just been taking a drinking break.

The guy embodies everything Percy hates about bars. He pesters every woman who so much as glances in his direction and actively tries worming his way into crowds to do it. Everything about him screams spoiled frat kid, which reminds Percy far too much of the various bullies he encountered at all those boarding schools. It doesn’t help that the bartender hands the guy a drink and he crumples his receipt without glancing at the pen she gave him for tips. He takes a long swig of his drink, his eyes still fixed on Annabeth, who notices the hard look on Percy’s face and slides her arm around his waist. Her hand slips under his shirt, her fingers trailing up and down his spine lazily. She doesn’t search for the source of his anger, just distracts him from it.

Though his blood runs cold at the sight of this creep, that feeling is quickly replaced by the radiant warmth of Annabeth. It’s hard to tell if it’s from drinks, dancing, or her natural temperature, but it’s enough to pull Percy’s gaze down to her.

The flashing lights dance in her eyes as she grins up at him, and he’s shameless in the way his hand slides into her back pocket to pull her closer. Getting the attention of the guy across the bar wasn’t Percy’s intention (or at least not his primary one), but Percy’s hand entering his line of sight has the two of them making eye contact. Percy is willing to bet it’s the first time the guy’s eyes have left Annabeth all night.

With an audacious eyeroll at Percy’s responding glare, the guy goes back to his lazy perusal of the women around him, his eyes lingering on Annabeth with a mix of hunger and spite that makes Percy’s blood boil.

Annabeth’s hand squeezing his ass brings his attention back to her in full. Instead of questioning it, Percy just raises his eyebrow at her. She’s always touchy when she’s drunk, but Percy doesn’t think she’s particularly far gone considering the clarity of her eyes.

“Figured I’d return the favor. You’ve got me, I’ve got you and all that.” Okay, maybe she’s a little more drunk than he gives her credit for. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with Annabeth.

He grins down at her and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Or you just wanted to grab my ass,” he comments.

“Is that not what you’re doing right now?”

“Touché.”

Annabeth buries her giggles into his shoulder and he knows she’s trying not to make a terrible joke about how much touché sounds like tushy. That’s another one of his favorite things about drunk Annabeth—it’s the only time her jokes are worse than his.

The smile-filled lull is interrupted by the increasing proximity of this asshole who not only refuses to go away, but comes closer, apparently missing every sign Percy has given him.

Ever-perceptive, Annabeth must feel Percy’s body tense because she whispers his name, her tone more tender than it has been all night. At the exact moment his name leaves her lips, the guy meets Percy’s eyes again. Their gazes grow cold, and for the first time tonight, Percy is glad he’s sober. Any less self-control and he’s sure he’d be on his way to giving this asshole a black eye.

“Babe,” Annabeth says a bit more insistently.

“Yeah?” Percy refuses to back down and break eye contact first. Maybe he’s being ridiculous, but the angrier part of him doesn’t care. Who gave him the right to come her and bother girls who clearly have both a boyfriend and zero interest in anyone else?

Her hand slides up his chest and shoulder to rest on his neck. Percy finds it within himself to tear his gaze away long enough to glance at her.

She’s got that expression that tells him she knows exactly what’s going on: all smug smile and narrowed eyes. It’s an expression Percy is all too familiar with.

“Sorry.” He apologizes immediately. “I know you can take care of yourself, but Jason literally had to shoulder this guy away from you on the dance floor and he’s been staring at you and he’s been looking at you all night—”

“Okay,” she starts slowly, her thumb and pointer finger tilting his chin down. “And who have I been looking at all night?” Annabeth breathes, her exhale ghosting over Percy’s skin.

“Me,” he breathes back.

“And?”

His smile bumps into hers. “And that’s all that matters.”

[bipercabeth]

This is basic but top 5 percabeth moments 😘

1. when he holds her as she sobs at the bottom of siren bay 🥺

2. “no one touches her”

3. “i just know i’ll be fighting next to you”

4. the kiss at mt st. helens

5. when she throws her knife in the harbor in moa and he knows it’s a call for help

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

[bipercabeth]

4, 9, and 12 for the ask meme for percabeth please!

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

hold on i just need to take a look at the wording of this real quick because i for one would not look at “favorite activity” and just instantly answer “sex” and the thought of op trying to prevent that rly made me laugh. anyway. i literally think they just love napping together. they’re so tired. let them rest. 

9. Who worries the most?

i feel like i’m cheating by constantly answering both to the questions asking for one person over the other, but they’re powerful demigods who have survived two wars and gone through literal hell together, so i don’t think i can pick one of them who worries more than the other. they just Worry 

12. Who initiates kisses?

in the beginning it’s annabeth because percy doesn’t want to rush her into anything and she’s far more comfortable with physical contact than emotional vulnerability, but after those first few months i say percy. the boy is so impulsive and so head over heels for her okay you cannot tell me he doesn’t look at her in the sunshine and get so overwhelmed by her beauty that he has to interrupt her sentence to kiss her right this second

otp question meme

[bipercabeth]

I see your anger about Florida and I agree as a Texan. God our Lt. Governor sucks so bad - talking out "patriotic duty" BS when we've become a new epicenter for the virus and we took 2 weeks to reintroduce masks again. I swear to god i dont understand how leader can be so greedy at all

it’s bc they don’t care about people!

[bipercabeth]

The road trip AU was so soft!! I loved every second of it, especially that motel scene (the only 1 bed trope is a favorite of mine tbh)!

thank u sm!!! it’s my favorite trope too, i can’t believe it took me this long to write it but i’m so glad this is how i got to execute it

[bipercabeth]

I saw the new chapter get posted and just had to read! Thank you for my life and the slowest of burns

ah thank YOU!! the slow burn is actually cruel to the point where I’M ready for a kiss. god. 

[bipercabeth]

Houghton for the ask meme? Thanks!

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

characterization comments always make me smile bc i write almost exclusively in au, but the best compliment is any i get on description. i am awful about writing description and i hate it so much, so getting a compliment from someone saying they can see the characters or setting is WILD and so fulfilling

writer asks