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js some cute headcannons !!

He picks you flowers. You pick his fights.

He says “I love you” mid-spar. You say “I tolerate you” and hand him water.

He sleeps starfish-style. You sleep like a dagger under a pillow.

He apologizes when he trips. You threaten the floor.

He holds your hand in public. You pretend to hate it. You don't let go.

He brings snacks. You bring vengeance.

He thinks your glare is “cute.” You glare harder. He blushes.

You hate mornings. He wakes you up with coffee and forehead kisses.

He talks to animals. You hex bugs.

He writes you love notes. You mark his enemies with curses "just in case."

Camp calls you scary. Percy calls you “babe.”

You’d burn the world for him. He’d rebuild it for you.

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e c l i p s e

Paring : our fav blonde golden retriever percy x bodacious black cat reader

prompt : ♡ “How about a rain check? For when? Never?”

You were exactly where Percy expected to find you—perched on the edge of the dock like you owned the lake, hoodie pulled over your head, shoes kicked off, legs dangling just above the water.

He cleared his throat behind you.

You didn’t turn around. “If you fall in again, I’m not dragging you out.”

“That was one time,” Percy said, stepping closer, still damp from gods-know-what.

You looked over your shoulder, unimpressed. “It was yesterday.”

“I was testing the depth. For science.”

You turned back toward the water. “Sure. And Leo didn’t light half the forest on fire ‘by accident.’”

Percy flopped down next to you with a dramatic sigh, arms behind his head like this was his totally chill plan all along. “Okay, hear me out. What if… fireworks, lake view, maybe some snacks—very romantic, very not-explosive this time?”

You gave him a side-eye. “You think that’s what I want?”

“I think it’s what I want,” he said, then blinked. “Wait—that sounded selfish. I mean, I want you to want it. I mean—” He groaned, face-palming. “I had a speech and everything.”

You stared at him.

“Okay, it was like, three sentences. But they were solid.”

He waited. You didn’t blink. Just a perfectly measured pause of silence.

Finally, he gave up. “How about a rain check?”

You tilted your head. “For when?”

He gave you the most pitiful, hopeful smile. “Never?”

You smirked, just a flicker, like a glitch in the matrix. “Bold move.”

“Bold enough to work?”

You stood up, brushing off your shorts. “Maybe.”

“Maybe yes?” he asked, already half-standing like a Labrador that just heard the treat bag rustle.

“Maybe I’ll be here tomorrow,” you said, not looking at him as you walked away. “If you bring snacks that aren’t soggy and keep the pyrotechnics under control.”

Percy called after you, grinning wide. “Done! Sealed! Sworn on the Styx!”

You raised a hand without turning around, voice lazy: “Swear on your ego, seaweed brain. That’s more fragile.”

He clutched his chest. “Cruel, but accurate!”

And as you disappeared toward your cabin, he swore he saw you smile—just a little.

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Valentine's By The Sea !!

💡 Color Key: Y/N’s text = Soft Pink (#FFB6C1) 🎀

Percy’s text = Light Sky Blue (#87CEFA) 🌊 📸

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BROOO ik valentines is like gone gone BUT I AM A SUCKER FOR VALENTINESS SORRYY btw yall y/n is a MULTI cultural BADDIE and diff races will be used thought

@..seabreezyyn

💬 Caption: Took the biggest menace at camp on a Valentine’s date. He didn’t even try to fight the waiter this time, so I’d call that progress. 🌊 @poseidons.kid

💬 Top Comments:

➡️ @wisegirl.architect: He didn’t threaten anyone? Growth. Proud of you, Jackson. 🏛️

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: That was ONE time, and he deserved it. 😤

➡️ @satyrslife: Did he at least remember to bring a gift?

reply ⤷ @..seabreezyyn: Sort of. If you count "I found a cool rock" as a gift. 😭

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: It was a really cool rock. 🌊💎

➡️ @valdezforprez: If there wasn’t at least one accidental flood, I don’t believe this was a real Percy date.

➡️ @ghostking_13: Love is dead. But at least you two are having fun, I guess.

➡️ @bluecookies4ever: Percy, I hope you at least brushed your hair. Love you both. 💙

@poseidons.kid

💬 Caption: "No monsters. No accidental tsunamis. No getting kicked out of a restaurant. I think this is what they call "romance" @..seabreezyyn

💬 Top Comments:

➡️ @wisegirl.architect: I’m actually impressed. You might be learning.

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: Only took me 18 years. 😎

➡️ @satyrslife: Almost ruined it?? What happened?

reply ⤷ @..seabreezyyn: The waiter asked if we wanted "still or sparkling water" and Percy said "ocean." 😭🌊

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: How was I supposed to know that wasn’t an option?!

➡️ @valdezforprez: 0/10. No underwater kiss.

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: Bro, I would’ve but SOMEONE doesn’t like getting their hair wet. 👀

reply ⤷ @..seabreezyyn: I just did my hair, Percy. 😭

➡️ @ghostking_13: You’re lucky Y/N puts up with you.

reply ⤷ @poseidons.kid: She tells me that every day. 🥰

➡️ @bluecookies4ever: My sweet boy, I’m so proud. 😭💙

alsooo ty guys so much for all the likes and reposts on my last story i did not expect that.. much love 💓

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[vanillyechocolate]

Im Not Jealous

Summary:

Percy is totally not jealous. Nope. Not at all. Just because some random Apollo camper was talking to you doesn’t mean he was sitting across the arena, gripping Riptide like it personally offended him. And just because he suddenly won’t stop calling you “babe” in front of everyone doesn’t mean he’s feeling threatened. Nope. Totally fine. (Spoiler: He is absolutely jealous.)

"Totally Not Jealous"

Paring : Percy x Reader

Percy was being so obvious.

Like, painfully obvious.

You had been talking to one of the Apollo kids about sword techniques for all of five minutes, and your boyfriend? Yeah. He was sitting across the training arena, aggressively sharpening Riptide like he was planning a murder.

Every few seconds, he would steal the most dramatic glance in your direction, his sea-green eyes slightly narrowed, jaw clenched, curls all messy from sparring—

Yeah. Seaweed Brain was jealous.

And oh boy, were you gonna have fun with this.

So, naturally, you turned up the laughter. Not in an obnoxious way—just enough so Percy definitely heard you.

From across the arena, there was a sharp shhhnk as he dragged his whetstone down Riptide’s blade way too hard.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

Eventually, the Apollo camper walked off, and you casually made your way over to your boyfriend, who was suddenly acting way too focused on his sword.

"So," you said, crossing your arms. "You good?"

Percy blinked up at you, all fake innocence. "Me? Oh yeah, totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Mmm, I dunno. Maybe because you were glaring holes into that poor kid’s soul?"

Percy scoffed. "What? I wasn’t glaring. I was just… sharpening my sword. Like a normal person."

You glanced at Riptide. The blade was already perfectly sharp. "Percy. It’s literally glowing."

He cleared his throat. "For emphasis."

You smirked. "Seaweed Brain… are you jealous?"

Percy snorted. "Pfft. What? No. I don’t even know what that word means."

You hummed. "Oh? So if I go talk to that new Ares kid—"

Percy immediately tensed. "Why would you do that?"

Your smirk widened. "No reason."

Percy squinted. "Babe."

You ruffled his hair like he was an angry golden retriever. "Relax, Seaweed Brain. You know you’re my favorite demigod."

Percy huffed but definitely leaned into your touch. "Darn right I am."

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "See? Totally not jealous."

Percy mumbled something under his breath before standing up, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Whatever. Let’s go, before another Apollo kid steals you away."

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You’re ridiculous."

Percy grinned. "And yet… you still love me."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

"Hey!"

You just smirked as he dragged you off, totally not jealous.

…Yeah. Totally not jealous.

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[vanillyechocolate]

Tastes Like Summer

js a cute blurb so not summery and warnings r jst idk..

The sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, casting everything in golden light. The strawberry fields stretched out before you, the air thick with the scent of ripe fruit and freshly turned earth.

You had been picking strawberries for, what, twenty minutes? Maybe thirty? Not that you were keeping track—because keeping track meant paying attention, and paying attention meant not getting distracted by Percy Jackson.

Which was impossible.

He was a few feet away, wearing that dumb orange camp shirt, the sleeves haphazardly rolled up, his messy blond curls sticking to his forehead from the heat. Every now and then, he’d pop a strawberry into his mouth instead of the basket, grinning like he was getting away with something.

“You do know we’re supposed to be collecting these, right?” you teased, tossing one at him.

Percy caught it—barely—before smirking. “I am collecting them. Just, you know… personally.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to your own basket, but in true Percy fashion, he had other plans.

“Hey,” he said, suddenly way too close. “Lemme try one of yours.”

You huffed. “You’ve been eating them this whole time, Jackson.”

“Yeah, but not yours.” His voice was teasing, but there was something else in his sea-green eyes—something warmer, more focused.

You sighed dramatically and held up a particularly perfect strawberry. “Fine. Here.”

You expected him to take it from your fingers. Maybe even snatch it like the little menace he was. What you didn’t expect was for him to lean in and take a bite directly from your hand, lips brushing your fingertips before he pulled away, chewing slowly.

Your brain short-circuited.

Percy tilted his head, pretending to think. “Huh. Yours taste better.”

Your heartbeat did something really dumb. “That—That’s not how strawberries work, Percy.”

He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. “Guess I’ll have to test that theory again.”

Before you could protest, he kissed you—soft and slow, tasting like strawberries and trouble.

And yeah. Maybe summer did taste a little sweeter after all.

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Cant Pay The Mortgage

Pairing: SZA x Fem!Reader Summary: Wedding planning is already stressful. But you? You decide to make it worse. Because why not.

Warnings: idk?? none ig

guys idk whats w me i watched her movie and bro she pmo so bad but anywho enjoy!!

Everything was perfect.

The wedding planner was booked. The guest list was almost done. The dress shopping was scheduled.

Solána was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through venue options, looking all focused and responsible.

And you?

You were about to ruin her whole day.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. Then—you put on your best "devastated" face and walked into the kitchen.

She glanced up. "Hey, baby."

You swallowed hard. Time to sell it.

"Babe," you whispered, gripping the counter like you were about to collapse.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What? What’s wrong?"

You inhaled sharply. "I have… some really bad news."

She sat up straight, immediately concerned. "What happened?"

You clenched your jaw, looking away like you couldn’t bear to say it. Then, in a broken voice—

"We can’t pay the mortgage."

The silence was deafening.

She blinked. "…What?"

You covered your face with your hands, shaking your head dramatically. "We’re BROKE, Solána. BROKE."

She dropped the venue book. "EXCUSE ME?"

You let out a fake, shaky breath. "I—I don’t know what happened. I thought we were good but then I checked the account and—and—" you sniffled for extra effect "—WE GOT LIKE TWENTY DOLLARS LEFT."

Her soul LEFT her body.

"TWENTY DOLLARS?!?!" she shrieked. "Y/N, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

You nodded solemnly, gripping her hands. "We might have to cancel the wedding."

She stood up so fast the chair fell over. "NAH, HOLD ON—WHAT DO YOU MEAN CANCEL THE WEDDING?!!?!??"

You bit your lip, pretending to hold back tears. "I—I was thinking, maybe we just go to the courthouse instead. You know, just us. And… maybe my mom."

"YOUR MOM?!"

"—and my auntie."

"Y/N."

"And my grandma."

"Y/N."

"And—"

"WE’RE NOT GETTING MARRIED AT A DAMN COURTHOUSE."

You let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Then I guess we’re not getting married at all."

She grabbed her phone SO FAST. "I’m checking the account myself because there’s no way—"

You bit your lip, trying SO hard not to laugh.

She pulled up the app, scrolled… paused… scrolled again.

Then?

Her eyes slowly lifted to you.

"Y/N."

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You BURST OUT LAUGHING.

Her mouth dropped open. "ARE YOU—IS THIS A PRANK?!?!?"

You nodded, wheezing.

She just stared at you. Completely dumbfounded.

"Y/N, I ALMOST PASSED OUT. I SAW MY LIFE FLASH BEFORE MY EYES. I WAS ABOUT TO SELL A KIDNEY."

"I—" you doubled over laughing. "You should’ve seen your face, baby."

She crossed her arms, glaring. "Nah. Nah, you play too much."

You walked over, wrapping your arms around her waist, still giggling. "Aww, come on, you know you love me."

She sighed, leaning into you. "Unfortunately."

You grinned. "So we’re still getting married?"

She rolled her eyes, but kissed your cheek. "Yeah, but now I’m making you sign a prenup."

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ok so first off no my name is NOT vanillye 🥲

Name: [ blah blah blah] Age: unknown

Height: 5’4” Heritage: Mixed Vibe: Curvy, confident, and stylish Hair: Long and curly

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Just another scene ( Valentines Special !! )

just an imagine for one of my fav white boys enjoy !! 🤷 🫶

LOVEEE this song !.

Pairing: Walker Scobell x GN!Reader Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day on set, and the entire cast and crew are convinced Walker and Y/N like each other. The only problem? They’re both too oblivious to see it. Naturally, this means it’s up to everyone else to get them together. But when a behind-the-scenes blooper catches something… unexpected, maybe they aren’t so oblivious after all.

Warning: MINDLESS fluff ..

The Percy Jackson set was drowning in Valentine’s Day chaos. Heart-shaped confetti littered the floor, courtesy of Aryan’s aggressive decorating skills. Leah was marching around with a toy bow and arrow, self-declared as Cupid for the day, and even the directors were suspiciously chill about people slacking off.

Y/N barely noticed. Mostly because Walker was sitting next to them, sipping a Gatorade like they weren’t currently fighting a battle against their own heartbeat.

And, as usual, Walker was completely unaware of the way Y/N kept stealing glances at him.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Aryan announced, flopping into the chair between them and slinging an arm around both of their shoulders. “What’s the plan for today? Romantic dinner? Long walk on the beach?”

Y/N choked on their water. “What?”

Walker, looking equally confused, blinked. “Did I miss something?”

Leah sighed, shaking her head. “It’s Valentine’s Day, you dummies. And literally everyone on set knows you two like each other.”

Y/N scoffed, cheeks warming. “I—We don’t—” They glanced at Walker, who still looked adorably confused, and quickly turned away. “You guys are being ridiculous.”

Aryan smirked knowingly. “Right.”

Before Y/N could argue, the director called them in for a scene.

It was a classic Percabeth moment—Percy looking all flustered around Annabeth, Annabeth rolling her eyes but secretly smiling. Unfortunately, this only fueled the cast’s matchmaking agenda.

When they wrapped, Aryan clapped his hands together. “Okay, but imagine if Walker was like that with Y/N in real life.”

Y/N huffed. “Oh my gods.”

Walker scratched the back of his neck, cheeks dusted pink. “I mean… I don’t think I’d be that flustered.”

Leah squinted at him. “You sure about that?”

Before he could respond, the director suspiciously scheduled a last-minute scene—a new addition to the episode where Percy and Y/N’s character had to hold hands and stare at each other longingly.

“You guys planned this,” Y/N accused as Aryan and Leah grinned like devils.

“No idea what you mean,” Aryan said innocently.

“Yup, totally coincidental,” Leah added, not-so-subtly winking at the director.

Walker, standing beside Y/N, nudged them. “Guess we better get in character.”

Y/N swallowed hard. Their heart was pounding.

It was just a scene. But as they took their marks, hands brushing, eyes meeting—Y/N wasn’t so sure anymore.

Because Walker was looking at them like they were the only person on set.

And suddenly, maybe everyone had a point.

Maybe they weren’t so oblivious after all.

BLOOPER REEL: "CUT! …Wait, Did He Just Confess?"

The “romantic” scene was not going well.

No, seriously—it was painfully bad.

Walker and Y/N couldn’t stop laughing. Every time they tried to hold hands and stare longingly at each other, one of them would break first.

“Guys, please,” the director groaned. “Let’s just get through this.”

Y/N and Walker nodded, biting their lips to keep from giggling.

“Action!”

Walker reached for Y/N’s hand. Their fingers brushed. Y/N looked up at him, ready to deliver their line—

And then Aryan, standing just off-camera, made the world’s most obnoxious kissing noises.

Y/N lost it. “Oh my gods—STOP!” They burst into laughter, covering their face.

Walker groaned, throwing his head back. “Dude, come on.”

The director sighed but was clearly holding back a smile. “Alright, let’s reset.”

Take 2. Then Take 3. Then Take 7 because Leah, Aryan, and half the crew had made it their personal mission to sabotage the scene with not-so-subtle coughs of "just kiss already!"

Finally, after what felt like forever, they almost got through the scene.

Walker held Y/N’s hand. Looked into their eyes. Leaned in, and—

“I mean, I do like them, but—”

Silence.

Absolute dead silence.

Y/N blinked. “Wait, what?”

Walker froze. His soul left his body.

Aryan and Leah screamed. The crew gasped. Someone definitely dropped a mic.

The director didn’t even yell “Cut.” He just let the chaos unfold.

Walker’s face went bright red. “I—I mean—I was just—THAT WAS A LINE??”

“No, it wasn’t.” Y/N’s voice cracked.

Aryan was already rolling on the floor. “OH, WE GOT THAT ON CAMERA. WE GOT THAT ON CAMERA!”

Leah wiped fake tears. “History. Cinematic history was just made.”

Walker, still flustered, groaned and hid his face in his hands. “I hate you guys.”

But Y/N… they were still staring at him. Heart racing.

Because oh.

Maybe… maybe they weren’t the only oblivious one after all.

Bonus: Later That Night…

Y/N found Walker sitting on one of the prop boulders after filming.

He looked up as they approached, still red-faced from earlier. “Here to roast me?”

Y/N huffed a laugh. “Nah. Just wanted to check if you were still alive after your, uh… moment.”

Walker groaned. “I swear, I was gonna say something eventually, but not like that.”

Y/N tilted their head. “So you were gonna say something?”

He hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I… like you. A lot. And I kinda suck at being subtle.”

Y/N’s heart did an Olympic-level flip. “Well, good news—me too.”

Walker blinked. “Wait. You like me?”

Y/N rolled their eyes, nudging his shoulder. “Dude. Everyone knew except us.”

Walker laughed, shaking his head. “We’re actual idiots.”

“Yeah, but at least we’re idiots together now.”

And maybe, just maybe, Valentine’s Day on set hadn’t been such a disaster after all.

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currently under construction

mb chat im workin ova time 😓..

Walker scobell / percy jackson - Just Another Scene - Tastes Like Summer - percy - Im Not Jealous - percy - Valenine's By The Sea - percy - Eclipse - percy more coming soon ..

Cris Jr

cutesy valentines more coming soon ..

Random one-shots

Cant Pay The Mortgage - SZA more coming soon ..

lmk what else uu wanna see that should be added !!

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cutesy valentines !!

is it valentines or valentimes i honestly dunno...

istg if yall make fun of me for having a crush sooooo

cris jr x reader fic !

Summary: Cris swore he didn’t care about Valentine’s Day. But somehow, he still ended up getting you a gift. And somehow, you still ended up making fun of him for it.

It started with a box on your desk. No note, no explanation, just a little red gift box sitting there like it owned the place.

You picked it up, turning it over. "Okay… who did this?"

From across the room, Cris—who was suddenly way too focused on his phone—shrugged. "Dunno."

You narrowed your eyes. "Cris."

"What?" He didn’t even look up.

Suspicious.

You opened the box—and immediately blinked. Inside was a bracelet. Simple, black, but engraved with "C & Y/N" on the inside.

Your face felt weirdly warm. "Did you… buy this?"

"Bro, relax," he muttered, still not looking at you. "It’s not that deep."

Oh. OH.

Cris, aka Mr. "Valentine’s Day is a capitalist scam," had just casually dropped a sentimental gift like it was nothing??

You smirked. "So, you’re saying I’m your Valentine?"

That got his attention. "WHAT? NO."

"Cris, you literally just gave me a gift on Valentine’s Day."

"Okay and?"

"That’s literally how it works, dude."

"Nah, you’re just making it weird," he muttered, but his ears were turning red.

You laughed, slipping the bracelet on. "Well, too bad. I accept. We’re Valentines now. No take-backs."

Cris groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "This is literally the worst day of my life."

"Mhm, sure." You admired the bracelet, tilting your head. "Wait, hold on. You definitely got help with this."

He scoffed. "No, I didn’t."

"Be fr, Cris. Did your dad help?"

"Bro, I picked it myself. Do you want it or not?"

Your teasing smirk softened a little. "I love it, actually."

He made a face. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." But you caught him glancing at your wrist again, just for a second, before looking away like it never happened.

He huffed, slumping onto the couch. "It’s just a bracelet. Doesn’t mean anything."

You sat next to him. "Okay. So if I gave it back, you wouldn’t care?"

His head snapped toward you. "Don’t be dumb, it’s literally yours now."

You grinned. "Sooo, it does mean something."

He groaned, shoving a pillow over his face. "I’m never doing this again."

You just leaned back, admiring your new bracelet. "W Valentine."

"Shut up."

But his ears were still red.

Yeah. You totally won.

Lmk if you want a part 2 where he actually admits he cares. 😭🔥