yo, pjo fandom
you don’t get special snowflake points by posting and spreading spoilers willy nilly
you especially don’t get cool points by going into other people’s inboxes and messaging them unsolicited spoilers because you think you’re entitled to their art/fic/whatever medium they produce that you claim to love
you’re nothing more than a rude fucking asshole and you need to sit down and shut the fuck up
don’t be that asshole, fandom, for god’s sake
punk!Percy/girly!Annabeth, "You should come shopping for clothes with me more often"
"Why do these shirts have to have so many damn buttons?”
Annabeth rolls her eyes at Percy’s grunt of frustration from within his dressing room, drumming her fingers on the wooden arm of her chair impatiently. “Oh, please. They’re not any worse than any of your other button ups. Just because they actually have sleeves and a distinct lack of safety pins…”
"Ridiculous," he grumbles again, his voice echoing his displeasure. "And do I really have to tuck it in?”
"Yes, Percy. You really do," she replies, exasperated. She’s thankful that no other customers have come into the dressing rooms and witnessed her boyfriend acting like a petulant five-year-old. If he hadn’t wanted her help to shop for a suit, he shouldn’t have asked in the first place. "Just be glad I didn’t pick out a vest for you to try on, too."
Percy says nothing in response to this, though she can imagine he’s scowling in her direction from the other side of the door. She hears his belt jingle as he secures it around his waist, followed by a clatter as a hanger is knocked to the floor and another muffled round of swearing. Annabeth sighs, probably a little too loudly and pointedly, and checks her phone, firing off a few texts to Reyna and Piper to keep herself amused.
"You’re gonna have to help me with the tie," Percy says over the sound of his dressing room door unlatching and swinging upon. "Fuck if I know how to put one on."
Annabeth resists the urge to comment about his foul language as she tucks her phone back into her purse. She glances over at his dressing room once more and – oh, hello Percy Jackson.
MY COMPUTER’S FIXED!!! I’ll try and post the ones I’ve missed but with school and stuff it may be a while.
Anyway there was no way I was missing a week of Percabeth!
Guys we are getting BoO next week… Good luck to you all and our babies…
annabeth goes to san francisco to visit her dad, and when she comes back, percy's there to pick her up at the airport. maybe involving dropped bags and a tackle hug?
Honestly though, he’s been a bundle of nerves ever since he’d seen her off–exactly six days, twenty hours, and seventeen minutes ago (yes, he counted). The jittery feeling in his stomach has yet to disappear, instead intensifying with each second that passes.
Realistically, Percy knows he shouldn’t be worrying about anything–she’s flown on an airplane before, multiple times, after all–but that pit keeps growing, because there are so many times he’s almost lost her this year, and he doesn’t want there to be any sort of chance.
He’d offered to go with her, even with his paralyzing fear of heights (though, considering they’ve saved the world a dozen times over, he shouldn’t be worrying about Zeus striking them down in a hissy-fit), but Annabeth had declined–she really needed to see her mortal family, to give them the reassurance that yes, she was alive and not completely traumatized.
He wonders if she told them about Tartarus.
im approaching the pjo fandom by slowly learning how to draw each character one at a time so heres another percy