Anonymous — apodiopis, percy x annabeth

mental undressing of a person

The blonde in the second row is wearing a blue dress today. 

Annabeth’s her name, if he remembers right. Annabeth Chase with gold curls, the ever changing, meticulous wardrobe, and the thick framed glasses she slips on when she’s taking notes during the lecture. Annabeth, always with her hand in the air and with an answer for the professor, and shooting him what she thinks are sly, appraising looks when she thinks he isn’t paying attention. Annabeth, who he’s talked to maybe five times and can’t possibly stop thinking about. 

Stylish bookworms are not usually Percy’s type; have never been his type, actually, not until Annabeth had breezed into the lecture hall that first day of class, all but impeccable in white sun dress covered in cherries and bold red heels. That day, Percy couldn’t stop staring at her — at the elegant line of her neck, the curve of her waist, those long, long legs under her skirt — and he hadn’t been able to look away ever since. 

Percy has learned relatively little in his history class in the last month, aside from the many different ways he wants to undress Annabeth Chase. 

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kabtor:

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda

kabtor:

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda

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i mean he’s still a nerd but you know what i mean? like it goes from annabeth being like he’s kinda cute i guess in one of the side stories
to hazel mistaking him for a roman god????? and he’s just like omg blue cookies!!
romanitas on Percy Jackson’s appearance (via hoenn)
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# percy jackson   # accurate  


viria:

wow I have finally had time to draw at least something;___;

viria:

wow I have finally had time to draw at least something;___;

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k1216:

He’s completely oblivious to all the attention he’s garnering 

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# percy jackson   # fan art  


percyyoulittleshit — "accidentally fell in your lap while standing on this crowded bus" au because percy would totally fall in annabeth's lap

romanitas:

Percy Jackson would never claim to be the graceful type. No matter how hard he tries (and oh does he try), his feet don’t like to cooperate with his brain’s directions, and coordination is not his friend. 

That’s why he prefers to sit on the bus, or any means of public transit. He doesn’t always get his wish. Today, for example, when he climbs up the stairs and actually groans out loud. It’s like the subway at rush hour, but he manages to sardine his way down the aisle so he’s not blocking the door. 

Grabbing the bar above him, he takes a quick sweep around - mothers with kids, an old woman knitting, a couple kids his own age, a stuffy rich businessman in a perfectly pristine suit that irritates Percy just enough for him to visibly wrinkle his brow. 

Grow up poor, disdain for the rich kinda sticks. When the bus starts moving, Percy’s body jerks into the man in front of him, and he grumbles an apology. The best part about being in the city, where nearly everyone runs on the MTA, occasional brushes with someone else’s personal space usually aren’t a strong offense. 

Someone hits him from behind, as if proving that point. The bus jerks a few more times, and Percy tries to grab on with both hands when it glides over a pothole. 

He can feel any hope of saving face fade as his hand slips free of the grip and he goes down. 

Only he doesn’t hit the floor. He lands on something rather squishy instead. A person. He definitely just landed on someone’s lap, and his face starts going red. “Oh god I’m sorry - “

Except the whole lack of coordination comes to a head again, and he accidentally elbows the person in the face. 

"What are doing!?" she snaps. It’s a she. Of course it is, that’s just his luck. He can feel her hands trying to shove him away, and he’s trying to work with her here, really, but he ends up stepping on her foot before falling on the ground in the tiny bit of space between her legs and the seat in front of her. 

She looms down at him, and he blinks up. She’s gorgeous. Gorgeously annoyed and angry, with a mess of blonde curls and the harshest grey eyes he’s ever seen in his life. The expression on her face is nothing short of I’m going to kill you, but Percy finds he can’t look away.

He finds he can’t get out either. Her shoes are digging uncomfortably into his back, but his struggling proves futile. “Sorry!” he says again, and without thinking, he grabs onto her knee to give himself more balance. It works, for a second, and he manages to pull himself more upright.

Naturally, the bus jerks again and his cheek collides with her leg. “I can’t -“

She either gets over her shock or her anger reaches peak, because she grabs him roughly and yanks, using her legs too, and the next thing he knows, he’s on his butt in the aisle. 

She’s still glaring at him, though her ears are the tiniest bit red. “Idiot,” she hisses, then slams her book back in front of her face.

"I said I was sorry!" he retorts, because it totally, definitely was not his fault, and if she’s gonna snap at him, he can do it right back. He climbs to his feet, but there’s nowhere to go. She looks over her book at him and glowers, so Percy does the mature thing. He sticks his tongue out at her. 

She makes a show of rolling her eyes before turning back to her book, propping it up higher so she doesn’t have to see his face.

What a jerk, he thinks. 

But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still blushing. 

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Anonymous — how about Percabeth with 20 and 27?

breaking the rules, happy birthday

Her bra had to be around here somewhere.

Annabeth dropped to her knees as quietly as she could, lifting the bed skirt so she could peer into the impenetrable shadows underneath the bed. She squinted, hoping, but it didn’t look like her bra had found its way under there when she’d taken it off hours earlier. She let out a huff of frustration, letting the skirt fall back down and sitting back on her haunches. She’d looked in all the obvious places — the floor around the bed, on the nightstand and chest of drawers, the bed itself — and the lacey scrap of clothing had eluded her in all of them. How was such a vital, expensive piece of clothing so damn easy to lose?

It’d be easier to hunt for it if she could turn the lights on, but she needed to get out of here as fast and quietly as humanly possible. She’d already overstayed her welcome, if the early grey light of dawn creeping under the window shade was any indication. No spending the night. That was one of their rules — one of their iron clad, unbreakable rules — and she was perilously close to breaking it altogether.

And she had to leave before Percy woke up and realized it.

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thecottonproject:

this was supposed to be a doodle i have homework to do goddamnit

thecottonproject:

this was supposed to be a doodle i have homework to do goddamnit

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casey-awesome:

they are everything to each other and that makes me smile C: 

casey-awesome:

they are everything to each other and that makes me smile C: 

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