zcmbiegirl

[zcmbiegirl]

⋆.˚ ★—  "bad idea, right?"

☥ / percy jackson x mean!ex!reader

It starts with a text.

[1:14AM]

you up?

Percy stares at the screen like it’s cursed. Like if he taps the bubble, it might explode in his face. Because you? Texting him first?

That’s how people end up drowning—literally and emotionally.

He’s halfway through deleting the message when it buzzes again.

[1:15AM]

you forgot your hoodie. the blue one. smells like you.

Okay, that was evil. You knew what you were doing. That hoodie might as well be laced with ambrosia and nostalgia. He wore it on your third date. You stole it the morning after your first kiss. It’s stupid how much he misses it. How much he misses you.

But you’re bad for him. Annabeth said it. Grover agreed. Even Chiron gave him a look once like, “Dude. Really?”

You were…a little cruel. Not in a cackling-villain kind of way. Just sharp. Distant. Dismissive in that I-don’t-need-anyone-but-somehow-you’re-still-here way. You’d make fun of the way he worried too much. Roll your eyes when he brought you surprise coffees. Kiss him hard and fast and then vanish like smoke.

And gods, he loved you. Probably still does. Definitely still does.

So yeah, he’s not exactly thinking with his brain when he sends back:

[1:17AM]

can I come get it?

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[1:53AM]

It’s raining. Of course it’s raining.

He’s at your door, hoodie clinging to him like second skin, knuckles hovering just before he knocks. He shouldn’t be here. He knows that. This is a bad idea.

You open the door before he can even touch it.

You’re wearing his hoodie. Smirking like you knew he’d come.

“Missed me that much?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, stepping inside.

But the second the door closes, it’s like being pulled under. Your perfume hits him first—sweet and dangerous. Then your eyes. That look. Like you’re bored and amused and maybe a little pleased.

“This is a bad idea,” he says, because someone in this room needs to say it.

“Totally,” you reply, tugging the hoodie off slowly, teasingly, revealing the tank top underneath that definitely wasn’t there by accident. “Wanna stay anyway?”

He swallows hard. “No.”

You raise a brow. “Liar.”

You’re close enough now that he can hear your heartbeat—or maybe it’s his own. Everything about you is sharp and familiar. Your voice, your laugh, the way you always smell like stormy nights and vanilla chapstick. The way you used to twist your fingers in his hair when you were pretending not to care.

“Percy,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes, “you’re soaking wet.”

“Didn’t have time to change,” he says stupidly, like that’s what matters right now.

Your hand brushes his. “I still dream about you, you know.”

It’s a trap. A loaded sentence dressed up like a confession.

He leans in anyway.

Because you’re not good for him. Because he should run. Because he left for a reason.

But the way you kiss him feels like gravity. And maybe he’s not strong enough to fight it tonight.

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[3:04AM]

He lies next to you in the dark, eyes wide open, heart cracked open.

You’re asleep—or pretending to be. You always hated saying goodbye.

And he can already feel it. That sting of regret. That whisper of I told you so from the back of his mind. From Annabeth’s voice. From the part of him that knows this was reckless, dangerous, stupid.

But your fingers twitch in your sleep, curling into his.

And he lets them.

Just for tonight.

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End.

(But it’s never really the end with you two, is it?)

nemmi yaps . . ! / hope u guys liked it, this is my first one shot so hopefully it’s not too bad !! i love uu <3

[zcmbiegirl]

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