Something More

here’s a dumb something lol I can’t look at it anymore 

The bar is crowded with a couple hundred Manhattanites drowning their sorrows at the end of another grueling work week, and among them is Percy Jackson. He sits at a corner table with coworkers he barely tolerates nodding and smiling politely as Matt Sloan regails them with tales from his boarding school days.

I need this job, Percy reminds himself. I need this job. I need this job. I need this job. I need--

“Earth to Jackson,” Matt says, snapping his fingers in front of Percy’s face. “I asked if you ever went to any boarding schools.”

“Meriweather Prep for a year,” Percy says as he takes a sip of his beer.

“No shit! I went there for a couple years.”

Percy forces a smile. “No way, that’s crazy.”

Matt goes on to tell the group about how great the parties at that school were, while Percy thinks of every time Matt shoved him into lockers when he walked by him in the hallways.

God, I hate this kid, Percy thinks as his knee bounces. He frowns as he notices his beer is all gone and gets up to head to the bar.

“You getting a refill?” Matt asks.

Percy freezes, cursing himself for not surveying the table before getting up. “Uh.. yeah.”

“Great,” Matt says, clapping a hand on Percy’s shoulder. “I’ll go with you.”

It takes all of Percy’s effort to not roll his eyes in front of his other coworkers, instead just nodding as Matt leads the way.

Percy drums his fingers on the bartop and tries to focus on catching a bartender’s eye.

“I remember you, you know,” Matt says, leaning in close to Percy to shout over the cacophony of music and conversation. “I just didn’t wanna embarrass you since, you know, you weren’t the most popular guy in school.”

Percy takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on the bottles behind the bar. “You’re too kind.”

“‘Course, man.”

It takes a few more minutes to get the bartender’s attention, during which Matt lists off all the girls from Meriweather that he slept with while Percy reminds himself that he can’t punch the VP’s nephew and keep his medical insurance.

“Well, hello,” Matt says, standing up straight as he grabs his drink from the bar. He nudges Percy’s arm. “Jackson, twelve o’clock.”

Percy turns to his left and at the end of the bar, through the moving crowd of people, he sees a tall blonde wearing a black silky tank top and dark jeans that hug her figure perfectly with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, from which a cascade of curls fall. She seems to be scanning the crowd for someone and Percy smiles as he thinks of kissing her.

“Wish me luck,” Matt says, pushing past Percy.

“Don’t you think she’s out of your league?” Percy calls after him.

Matt turns around momentarily. “I’m Matt fucking Sloan.”

Percy rolls his eyes and turns to settle the tab, because of course Matt didn’t pay. As he signs the receipt and picks up his beer, he prays that he hasn’t missed the show.

As Percy walks up, Matt’s face is right up against the blonde’s ear as she grimaces.

“Oh, thank god,” she says when she notices Percy.

Percy smiles wide as she pulls away from Matt and greets him with a hug, and his hand settles on her lower back.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “Need a drink?”

She happily grabs his beer and takes a sip. “I tried calling you.”

“I left my phone back at the table, sorry,” Percy says.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks, pointing between Percy and the blonde, whose arm is now draped casually across Percy’s shoulders.

“Right, where are my manners,” Percy says. “Matt, this is my girlfriend Annabeth. Annabeth, this is my coworker Matt.”

“You’re his girlfriend?” Matt asks, not even trying to hide his shock.

“Two years and counting,” she answers. “So while I appreciate your offer to rock my world tonight, I’m gonna have to pass. For just… so many reasons.”

Percy is on cloud nine the rest of the night as Annabeth spends it all over him, kissing him at every chance and never taking her hands off him longer than necessary. His head spins as he soaks up all the affection, and the looks of envy that Matt shoots his way from the other side of the table don’t hurt either.

A couple hours later they bid his coworkers farewell and Percy exchanges a tension-filled handshake with Matt before leading Annabeth out to the street.

“You undersold how much of a tool that guy is,” Annabeth says as they exit the bar.

“Really?” Percy asks. “I feel like I talk a lot of shit about him.”

“So,” she says teasingly, wrapping both arms around his neck. “What are we gonna do now?”

Percy slides his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, pulling her closer. “First, we’re gonna go home.”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling as he squeezes her ass.

He leans in until his lips are against hers. “And then I’m gonna rock your world.”

Can’t you believe it had been 10 years since The Last Olympian came out?

Here is a painting of one of my favorite scenes from the books.

I have another one coming up but it gonna take some time, since I have a job.

Click for better quality!

📚headcanon or drabble

I just thought about that one meme that’s like “it’s about the yearning” and out came this 🥴 I hope you like it! no gods au but this could also take place in between botl and tlo 

“It’s about the yearning.”

“Annabeth. It’s been three seasons.”

“Okay, and?”

“It’s so obvious! To everyone! They’re beating a dead horse at this point,” Percy complained.

“No, they still have so much development to go through,” Annabeth implored.

“What they need to develop is their relationship. When does this show even end?” asked Percy.

There was an awkward pause. Percy picked up on it and whipped his head to look at his friend.

“Is this the last season?!”

(1)

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

It’s utilitarian really. She’s got her hands full of the two boxes she’s bringing in and it’s just sliding down her hair, about to fall to the floor.

“Oh shit, Percy!” she calls from the doorway. “My scrunchie is falling down, could you take it?”

So, being the amazing boyfriend he is, he jumps up from his place on the couch and catches it before it falls completely. He slips it onto his wrist without really thinking about it as he takes the boxes from her.

“What’s in here?” he asks, walking them to the living room and plopping them on the floor.

Annabeth shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know, didn’t you order them?”

He stares at the Amazon logo on the side. Yeah, he probably did order them.

Sending a sheepish smile her way, he rubs his neck. “I don’t remember what I ordered.”

She sighs and he schools his face into the sweetest expression he can muster. “I promise it’s good though.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes, but the corners of her mouth are twitching upward, and he takes the opportunity to sweep forward and pull her in his arms.

“I love you,” he tells her.

“Because I put up with your online shopping habits?”

Her smile betrays her dry voice and he shakes his head. “No, because you’re hot.”

And with that he runs away with a yelp, just barely missing her swatting hand with a grin on his face, forgetting all about the blue scrunchie on his wrist.

-.-

(2)

After that, it becomes a bit of a habit.

He may randomly order things online and forget about them, but Annabeth is notorious for leaving her scrunchies around. They end up on the couch, the counter, and more often than not, at the edge of her hair, about to fall off.

So whenever he finds one lying on the couch, or the table, or wherever else they end up, he’ll put it on his wrist, ready to hand it to her when she inevitably complains.

Like now.

She’s sporting leggings, one of his old hoodies, and a frown on her face as she stares at her tablet. Percy takes a sip of his drink, watching her as she aggressively shoves her hair back.

It’s a testament to how well he knows her that he offers the scrunchie on his wrist a second before she actually looks up and opens her mouth.

“How did you—”

He cuts her off. “I just know you.”

Still staring at him, she wordlessly takes the scrunchie and pulls back her hair.

“You’re amazing.”

They’ve been together forever, but he relishes moments like these, where he’s surprised her.

He smiles back. “It’s been said.”

Shaking her head, she closes her tablet and crawls across the couch to sit on his lap.

“Let me say it some more.”

Ironically though, she doesn’t say much after that because his lips are on hers and the scrunchie ends up on his wrist again not long after.

-.-

(3)

It’s not till Leo points it out does he realize it means something.

“What?”

He’s not sure he heard properly because that can’t be right. It’s just a habit he has now, not a statement.

“Oh yeah,” Leo continues. “It’s like, now it’s clear that you’re unavailable.”

“What do you mean?”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Do I have to explain everything?”

Um, yeah, he’s got no clue what’s going on.

The look on his face must say everything because Leo sighs and begins again in a slower pace as if he’s talking to a child.

(To be fair, he did ask for this.)

“Why would a guy just have a scrunchie on his wrist if he doesn’t have long hair himself? It has to be for someone else and it’s not a stretch to think it’s for a significant other, or a kid, in which case it’s also likely that he has a significant other.”

Well. He is a guy with a scrunchie on his wrist without long hair and a girlfriend. Maybe Leo is right.

“I’m always right,” Leo says as if sensing his thoughts.

“First off, that’s creepy you knew I was thinking that. Secondly, I guess you’re right…” he trails off still thinking about it when Annabeth walks up to them.

She’s wearing another one of his hoodies and he gets distracted for a second because he will never get over how much he loves seeing her in his clothes.

She pulls her hair back behind her ear, and for a second Percy thinks she’s going to ask him for the scrunchie when she looks down at his wrist.

But before he can offer it to her, she turns towards Leo, starting a conversation with him instead.

As they say their hellos, he wonders why she didn’t ask for it when she had clearly noticed it on his wrist.

Shaking his head, he watches as Annabeth leans forward to give Leo a hug and catches a glimpse of his last name plastered on the back of the fabric.

Oh.

Um.

Right.

He thinks he gets why she left it on his wrist.

-.-

(BONUS)

He’s in the chip aisle of the grocery store trying to figure out what chips he can get away with buying despite the fact that they aren’t on the list Annabeth provided.

(He’s leaning towards Hot Cheetos because she always has a soft spot for them)

But just as he goes for the bag, so does some other guy, and neither of them are paying attention because their arms bump into each other and Percy catches a glimpse of purple as they both pull away.

“Sorry, man.” Percy’s the first to apologize.

The guy shakes his head, waving off the apology, and there’s the hint of purple again. It takes Percy a second to realize the purple is a scrunchie on the man’s wrist.

“No problem, I wasn’t paying attention. Or rather, too close attention,” he replies.

The confusion must show on his face because the guy laughs and explains himself. “My wife is pregnant and has very specific requests, I was too focused on making sure I got the right one.”

“Ah, well you go first then.” He steps back from the Hot Cheetos with a smile on his face.

So maybe Leo was right after all. And maybe he makes a point to roll up his sleeve as he reaches for the next bag of hot Cheetos, just to display the blue scrunched up fabric on his wrist.  

———-

Annabeth huffed and closed her laptop in frustration, she had spent the last six hours sitting on the couch of their apartment trying to complete a stupid essay while also having the looming reminder that there were other few essays that she needed to complete soon. Her body was acting up with a mix of frustration, misery, and PMS, the perfect combination for her to hate her life at that moment. 

“Leo you are gonna get us killed.” 

With her laptop closed the music had stopped playing on her earphones and she could hear Percy, who was sitting in front of the small desk she used when she needed to draw blueprints. He was wearing the gaming headset Rachel had gotten him for his twenty-one birthday, his earth and environmental science book was forgotten on the floor, the presentation he had been working on a while ago was nowhere to bee seen, instead, his laptop screen was showing the online game he had been playing with Leo, Frank, and Jason for a while now. Percy cursed before typing frantically.

Annabeth looked at her boyfriend while a feeling in her chest started to form, it took her a few seconds to identify it: need. She needed Percy to hold her and kiss her and feel him near her. She never thought of herself as a needy person but if she didn’t feel Percy’s arms wrapped around her soon, she was going to start crying. But at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop the game just for her, playing was his way to unwind from college work, she knew he had also had a rough week and a not so great swim meeting to. Almost all week she had woken up to find Percy’s side of the bed cold and finding him on their tiny dinner table working on essays while drinking coffee as if it was water. Lately, he had also been going to sleep almost at the same ungodly time as her, and contrary to what their friends thought, Percy was the one on their relationship with the decent sleep schedule.

She felt her chest start to hurt in longing for him, which was stupid because he was just a few steps away from her, but her PMS had never been rational and sometimes leaned into dramatics, especially when the emotion was Percy related.

She heard Percy agreeing to a five minutes break and an idea started to form on her mind, and when Percy left the headset on the desk and stretched on the chair she started her plan. She quickly broke the small distance between them and gently pulled his chair back, winning a little yelp from him. With the new free space between him and the desk, Annabeth was able to straddle him and sit on his lap. Percy looked at her with confusion but she only pulled him for a small gentle kiss, she could feel his arms wrap around her, and just with that small action, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked her after she broke the kiss, there was a hint of concern on his voice.

“Now I am,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. “Is it okay if I stay here while you play?”

my third and final piece for the Holding On Zine @pjozine

and that’s how all movie nights end which results in back pain and a foul mood in the morning

i wrote a fic based on my post because this lives in my brain.

cross-posted on ao3

Annabeth can smell the slight citrus smell of Percy’s shampoo, his barely damp hair splayed on the pillow in front of her. She can’t see him very well, but can hear him breathe softly. Annabeth wouldn’t need to see him anyway, she knows exactly where he is. Percy sighs in his sleep, Annabeth’s fingers lightly gliding through his hair. The strands of light that weave through the curtains illuminate a sliver of his shoulder, up into the nape of his neck. The sound of the city below is slightly quieter than during the daytime, now a white noise to lull them to sleep. Annabeth can’t sleep. Rather, she won’t. This is the first time in days that Percy has fallen asleep before dawn, and she feels a pull in her stomach to watch him for a moment. 

did we ever see percy confiding in anyone about his mothers new relationship?? i thought not

okay what if percy and annabeth had a sleepover set after ttc -obviously as friends they are children ya nasties- cause sally would be worried about annabeth after the whole disappearing thing just like percy and would want to see her, especially before she goes to san francisco

and while annabeth is staying over, she and percy get to talking about paul, and percy is like “idk how i feel about it, i just hope he treats her like this and that”

and annabeth is like “yeah sally deserves that and this”

(*cough* the best *cough*)

The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.

And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’

Spoilers: that was exactly the case.

Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.

My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.

Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.

There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable.

A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me. He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me.

A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl.

One day, a new neighbour came over to introduce himself and my dog was sniffing at his feet so he picked her up. She started shaking and whimpering and pawing for my dad to take her away from that man.

A couple months later, we found out he was verbally abusive to his wife and physically abusive to his own dog.

2. Never, ever hit a domesticated animal or another human being.

3. Domesticated dogs are socially intelligent and can read the facial expressions and body language of humans. 

When we adopted her, my dog Addison was specifically terrified of men. It took the combined effort of myself and my dad as well as the example set by our older dog for her to learn to trust men. I never, ever hurt her, raise my voice, or move too quickly around her because even though it’s been over 10 years, she still flinches out of reflex.