talking to you about you. / percy jackson x female! reader.
a / n : i cute little blurb i came up with, thx to the bf asmrs
warnings : i mentioned getting wet like once
you groaned to your pillow.
it was hard to breath, and the position you were in was not the most comfortable way to lay in bed. but you were so.. frustrated with your feelings that you had to throw up to someone about it.
"hey baby," percy called as he entered your room, immediatly laughing the moment he sees you. "hey, what're you doing pretty?"
you groaned again. he just has to make you feel all mushy-gushy inside, doesn't he?
unfortunately, with a boyfriend like percy, there's no personal space. he flips you to your back with a simple motion, smiling at you. he fixed the hair you messed up with your pillow, and his other hand helded your waist. "hi."
"i hate you." you said, looking at him with a straight face. percy kept his smirk, knowing this is how you say i love you.
"good to see you too, lovely." he said, giving a peck to your nose. "gonna tell me what's going on?"
you tried to hide your face in your palms, but percy kept your hands under his hold. "no hidin' now, pretty."
you sighed, knowing there's no escape. so you faced the fate and fixed the expression on your face. which he thought, you were gonna cry.
"i love you, so much that i need to yap about you to someone but i don't like sharing our personal life you know? like i don't wanna go to piper and say 'oh my gods i am soo in love with percy, did i tell you what he did yesterday', like no i don't want that because it's my special memory and i kinda don't want to share you with anyone else and-"
"breath baby." percy stopped you, smiling like a little boy. he had an understanding expression and he never once judged as you rambled. and you did what he said—you took a deep breath and continued.
"if you were my crush, it would've been much easier because i would get to yap about my delusions to my girlfriends easier since none of it is official, but when it comes to our relationship, i don't want to share but i need to talk about it like a little girl. you know what i mean? no of course you don't, im not making any senc-"
"y/n." he stopped you once again, letting out a low chuckle. which, you added to your 'think later and scream about it.' list. "i do understand you baby, i always do."
you pouted. "can you do something about it?" your voice camed out like a pray, wanting to end the overwhelming feeling inside you. percy thought for a good two minutes before smiling.
"how about you yap to me about me?" he asked. you tilted your head to the side, a questioning look on your face.
"like, i could pretend to be someone else," he begin to explain. "then you could talk to me about me. how's that sound?"
this boy was smart when he wanted to.
"promise you don't think i'm some teenager in love?" you raised an eyebrow.
"baby we are teenagers in love," he giggled and you hit his arm playfully. "you know what i mean, perce."
"okay okay, i promise." he sat straight and pulled you on his lap. "but it will be my turn after this okay?"
"deal." you said with a smile. before you started talking, percy closed his face with his palms and opened them again after a couple of seconds.
"girl you need to UPDATE ME with percy likee-" he couldn't continue because of your laughter and his own giggles. but you liked it so much that you stopped yourself and waited for him to finish with your quiet giggles.
he speaked in such a girly voice and expression that someone would think he geniunely acted like this in his normal life. "i know that boy is treatin' you well and i need to hear EVERYTHING."
you giggled once again before shaking yourself, immediatly getting into the role. "okay so, last night we were sleeping together on the bed okay?"
he nodded with the most serious expression, and you smiled. "and i tried to get up to you know, start my day and whatever and you know what he said to me?"
"girlll, what?"
"don't. go." he gasped and putted a hand on his mouth, screaming with you silently.
"honey this boy KNOWS what he's doing like, boy shut up you tryin' to make me wet or somethin'?" you laughed at this way too much for your own liking that you forgot what you were talking about. and he just sat there, watched you with his own giggles.
later he made you continue and took a mental note of everything you said, making sure to do these more often.
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raise your hand if youve ever typecast yourself as your genre of comfort scrunkly by accident. Boy i sure am glad this has never happened to me !! (i am lying through my teeth) (my comically large clown shoes honk loudly as i walk away in shame)
if i had a nickel for every time this has happened i would have a bunch of nickels. nothing wrong with that but the fact that it keeps happening is mildly interesting.
anyways char analysis as promised 。.゚+ ⟵(。・ω・) (stained glass mcspirk soldier poet king)
soldier (spock):
as a half-vulcan, spock's burden in life has, to a remarkable extent, been predetermined for him; society holds him to impossible standards and he will never be vulcan nor human enough to meet them. he fights not wars but for his place in the world. spock is a soldier because he has carried the weight of strife since the day he was born and he will carry it for the rest of his life-- one day, it will no longer be his burden but his anchor and his most treasured asset. he was fated to fight-- but it appears that he is perfectly capable of fighting fate itself, too.
poet (mccoy):
at the core of his being, mccoy is a bleeding heart and a stubborn humanist and an unrepentant, defiant idealist. he could never bring himself not to care-- he is a sensualist because life is the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine, and life manifests in the darkest of places, in the smallest of ways, and all of them are beautiful to him-- and that is the fundament of a poet. he is a poet as much as he is a doctor, and his ode to life is scrawled across the continued existence of every person he has ever healed. he is a poet, and life is his art.
king (jim):
as a captain, jim is moral, and empathetic, and so genuinely noble in the highest sense of the word that it radiates from him like an aura of purification, drawing the worthy to him like a beacon, and this makes him a good king, certainly, but what truly serves him the makings of kinghood is his keen sense of strategy. he is a strategist by nature-- in the midst of a sea of dust and debris, he is capable of a preternatural clarity of judgement, and his instinct is uncanny. tactics to him are second nature. jim is so formidable because his judgement is very rarely clouded. if he aims, he misses only by choice-- and it is fortunate indeed that he has chosen to be so kind.
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