Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

131: Tell Me Why All My Gods Look Like You

Part of my model!Annabeth au!!

July 12th, 2019 (I wanted to say 2020 but, covid)

Call him a freak! He likes to see a peaceful look on his girlfriend's face. Sure, she tries her damn hardest to not make facial expressions that will wrinkle in time, but she carries herself like she knows something's coming for her.

As if he'd summoned someone, the apartment buzzer went off, waking her up.

"Were you watching me sleep again?" She sighed, not even opening her eyes yet.

"You should be a model, your face is perfect for it, you know."

"Never thought of it." She smiled, finally opening her eyes to sit up and then close them again when her lips met his.

"I hate whoever woke you up." He said, making sure she stayed where she was.

"Percy, I should get the door. You've been getting it nonstop for the past week. What's up with you?"

"Nothing! I'm fine. It's your birthweek, I should– like, serve you or whatever."

"Percy, I honestly hate my birthday, can we not do this?" She sighed.

"I know you hate your birthday, you've mentioned it a thousand and one times." He said sadly. "I think we should celebrate you. My amazing, multifaceted, genius, model, girlfriend."

"Hey, let's cool it on the compliments." She said, turning away from him.

"Why?" Percy may not have known her for as long as he'd like to, but he was pretty sure the love of his life was one to like attention and words of affirmations. He'd figured out that her love language was 'touch.' Considering anytime she knew they had only a weekend together, she would be touching him one way or another, knees against each other, her hand on his thigh in the car or vice-versa, depending on how she was feeling. Sometimes if she was over-stimulated she would need his presence that he was there, she wasn't alone, and that he wasn't going anywhere.

"It feels forced."

"That was not my intention at all– I just really like you and I want you to enjoy this week as much as I enjoy you." He kissed her forehead, lingering maybe a bit longer than had he not put his foot in his mouth ten seconds ago.

Percy answered the buzzer, quite displeased.

"Who is it?"

"Frederick." A man answered back.

"Fred– Frederick?" Percy knew the name sounded familiar. Had Annabeth dated a Frederick? He knew she dated a Luke, but a Frederick... he wasn't sure.

"What– uh, how can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Anna."

"One second."

Percy turned on his heel to ask Annabeth if she knew a Frederick.

"Hey, uh Beth– do you know someone named Frederick?"

"Tell him to go away." Her eyes bugged. "Actually–" She jumped up and ran to the buzzer.

"I'll be down in two minutes." She said, racing around the apartment, throwing on clothes and scraping her hair into a semi-presentable bun.

"Who is he?" Percy asked.

"Percy, I need you to do me a favor, okay?" She held his face between her hands.

"Okay?"

"Whatever you do, stay in the apartment. Do not let anyone up."

"Beth, if this guy is dangerous, I really would like to go with you."