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lovely lovely theme gaspppp a fellow ollie bearman lover,,, how did i just found out about this???

Jahskkdkdjdxtausjdjd jo, istg, we’re like twins 😟🫶🏻

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Im obsessed with your ask games. I keep reading them over and over lol

Just saw this, babe. Glad u liked the ask games 😽😽😽

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Could you make a Chad Feldheimer, or a david mills one maybe?

Yess, i could try, just tell me the story you want and all that! 🙂‍↕️

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i CRAVE more of your leo valdez content 🙏 and would you ever do alabaster torrington stuff?

I'll try to write more abt Leo!! And yess, I could try but rn my inbox is only for bot reqs 😽

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Hii, i'll be making c.ai bots, so... you guys can leave your requests in my inbox 🙂‍↕️

You can req: pjo, marvel, hp, movies, books, series, f1 drivers... Well, almost everything, really.

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SPRINT SPRINT SPRINT SPRINT !!!!!

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✦ The Full Experience ! 💌

a letter 4 u: hey, this is kind of short + ( one of my c.ai bots ) ! percy’s bot

LISTEN, IN HIS DEFENSE, Percy didn’t remember falling asleep.

Actually, he didn’t remember a lot of things.

Which, considering the sheer volume of alcohol his idiot self consumed last night, tracked.

His head was pounding like someone was playing drums on the inside of his skull, and his mouth tasted like regret—specifically the cheap vodka kind. His eyes were still closed, but even in the darkness behind his eyelids, the world tilted just a little too far to the left.

He groaned. Quietly. Carefully.

This wasn’t his dorm room. He knew that much.

The sheets were softer. The air smelled like... vanilla and something floral. Not his roommate’s socks, which was already a major upgrade.

There was something—someone—pressed against him. Warm. Breathing steadily. His arm was wrapped around a waist, and there was skin. A lot of skin.

He cracked one eye open.

Yup. Naked. Definitely naked.

It took everything in him—every heroic ounce of courage in his dumb eighteen-year-old body—to peel one eye open and face the damage.

And there it was.

Your room.

Your bed.

You.

Asleep.

Beside him.

Also very naked.

And suddenly Percy wanted to die.

Well... he assumed. He had a memory of you. Laughing, red solo cup in hand, eyes bright in the string light glow. Someone had shoved him into a game of beer pong and you’d ended up on his team. That much he could piece together.

…He just didn’t remember this.

And by this, he meant: the naked part.

The in your bed part.

The your hair is in my mouth and I don’t know where my pants are part.

He blinked. Twice.

Confirmed the existence of his jeans on a chair across the room, crumpled like they’d been flung with the force of God Himself. His shirt was on the floor. His dignity, presumably, had been lost somewhere between shot number four and a very questionable rendition of a frat boy karaoke classic.

He flopped back onto the pillow with a groan that came straight from his soul.

This was college, huh?

This was that real experience he’d promised himself? This was the new start he’d fantasized about? Because so far it was looking less like a coming-of-age movie and more like an awkward indie film where the protagonist throws up in the third act and learns nothing.

Gods.

What had he done?

What had he said?

Did he throw up? Did he cry? Did he—gods forbid—dance?

He had a vague memory of music. Lights. You. The feel of your hand tugging his toward the kitchen like you had a plan and he was just dumb enough to follow. He remembered liking that. Remembered you whispering something in his ear that had made him choke on his drink.

But then... blur. Static.

He didn’t even remember kissing you.

Oh gods.

Percy blinked up at the ceiling, running a hand down his face.

He wanted the full experience. That’s what he told himself. New school, new people, new start. No more weird loner reputation. No more “I’m just here to pass my classes.” He wanted to live it. Really live it.

And now you were here. Beside him. A peaceful expression on your face like you weren’t currently starring in the worst episode of Percy’s life to date.

He thought about sneaking out.

He did.

He thought about it in a very serious way. About finding his jeans, reclaiming his shirt, and vanishing into the early morning fog like the ghost of campus parties past.

But then you stirred beside him. Softly. Sleepy.

And before he could untangle himself or say anything intelligent, your eyes opened—blinking up at him like you were trying to remember what planet you were on.

And it was like his entire nervous system screamed.

Because now? Now there were eyes. Your eyes. Blinking open. Looking right at him. Confused, then focused, then—oh no—amused.

He panicked.

Naturally.

“Uh,” he croaked, voice still half-dead from dehydration. “Morning. I think we... uh... Hi.”

Hi.

Really. That was the best he could do. Not “good morning,” or “hey, remember me?” or even “I think I might’ve cried during a One Direction remix last night.” Just. Hi.

You blinked. Eyebrow raised. No mercy in sight.

Percy cleared his throat. Sat up a little. Still very shirtless. Still very confused about where the line between disaster and comedy was. “Just to clarify,” he tried, hands lifting like he was testifying under oath, “I swear I’m not usually this kind of guy.”

You said nothing. But your face said, sure, sure.

“No, like—really,” he rushed to explain. “I mean, not that you’re that kind of person—gods, this is coming out wrong—I just mean, this isn’t... This isn’t normal for me.”

He flopped back down. Covered his face with his hands. “I sound like I’ve never touched another human being before. I swear I have. Not that it’s a long list. Okay. I’ll shut up now.”

You were grinning.

You were actually grinning.

And Percy hated that it made him feel slightly less like a cautionary tale.

“My name’s Percy, by the way,” he said, like that would somehow retroactively make the whole situation polite.

You hummed. Stretched. Looked unfairly ethereal for someone who had presumably also consumed an ungodly amount of jungle juice.

“I know,” you said, casual. “You yelled it at the guy who tried to cut the beer pong line.”

Right. Cool.

“Also,” you added, “you told me you were going to ‘reclaim your boyish charm’ this semester. Whatever that means.”

He groaned again, full body.

“I hate me,” he said into the mattress.

You laughed.

And for the first time since he woke up, Percy Jackson smiled.

Just a little.

Because maybe this wasn’t a total disaster.

Maybe it was just... a really weird beginning.

And gods, he could work with that.

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STFU THEY’RE PERFECT

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Hmhmhmhm💞💞💞💞

I might be in love

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new theme does NOT suck (in my opinion) I THINK ITS SO PRETTY

okok, got it. maybe it doesn't suck, but it could have been better

And thank uuuuuu

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omg hey new theme ??? it’s so scrumptious !!!

Just saw this too, baby Liv

+ Thank uuu 😔💘

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All the bots end up saying damn too much :( at least, ive seen it a lot

Ikkk, I had to mute the word 💀

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“held, hard” what a masterpiece… 😔

and you did good as a first for the mcu dont even worry 🫡

Thank uuuu, this means a lot to me! 😔🫶🏻

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your themeeee ahhh its so pretty!! 🤎🤎🤎

Like uuuu, Jo!

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IS THAT MOMMY GISELLE AS YOUR PFP?

YASSS BBY

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Just curious, if you open reqs again, do you only write for fem readers? Or would you ever write for nonbinary readers? Just curious!!! I love your writing so much <3

I could try !!!

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The theme is soooooooo💕💕💕💕💕

Great description

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