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Hi guys! Since I got no prompts for my Perks one shot series, I'm starting a Percy Jackson one shot series. This story is in your control, you decide what I will write. This is an opportunity for you to read exactly what you want and it gives me a chance to write different things and improve my skill. So, I hope to get some great ideas and try to satisfy your Percabeth feels. THIS IS EXCLUSIVELY FOR PERCABETH, I CANNOT WRITE ANY OTHER SHIP. Also, I will accept lemon requests and the rating will change to M if and when they start to come, as long as they're not overly kinky because

I'm writing a little drabble to start this series, and then when the requests come, I'll write those. I will try my best to write for everyone, but I apologise if I miss anyone, because sometimes time may be a problem. So PLEASE send your requests, I'm really excited for this. I hope to see some ideas bouncing around!

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Percy's POV-

Annabeth was coming to visit my apartment after her classes got done. In our junior year, Annabeth and I decided that we didn't want to be apart when we graduated. So she made me get off my butt and made me work hard so that we both could get into NYU. I got in on a swimming scholarship (I swear I never cheated during my competitions, ever) and Annabeth made it on the sole basis of her amazing grades and overall awesomeness. Things were okay, you could say. It took us time to recover from the damage of the Giant War, but we made it till here, and I am proud of us. Monsters didn't attack as much anymore, we couldn't figure out why. Not that we were complaining, but it was a little weird. Annabeth figured that as we got older our scent became dimmer, along with the fact that we kept ourselves pretty well hidden, that's why we weren't getting much action lately.

That sounded so terribly wrong.

Anyway, I digressed. Now, you must be wondering why we hadn't moved in together yet. I mean, we were juniors, we both had jobs that paid our bills, and we were both doing what we loved. Then why stay apart? Well, we had talked about it (yes, we had now graduated to having mature discussions instead of fighting like children), and we just figured that it wasn't the right time. We talked about it when we were sophomores, but it hadn't come up again since.

The talk went a little like this-

"Hey, Annabeth," I started, poking her ribs as I passed her by to grab some water. She flinched and glared at me. She was cooking us macaroni and cheese.

"Percy, I'm making the dinner tonight. You might want to be careful," she warned. Her threats to poison me were one of the many reasons why I was crazy about her.

"I love you, too. As I was saying, I had a thought."

"I wonder how that happened," she said and smirked.

"Shut up," I said, and ignoring her (breathtaking) laugh, I continued, "What do you think about moving in together?"

She stopped what she was doing and turned the gas off. She turned around to look at me and it took my breath away a little. She was wearing boxer shorts and one of my T-shirts (things you should expect after fun times with Percy and Annabeth), and she had her hair in a messy bun. There were curls falling out and framing her face, and I was hit with the realisation that possibly the most beautiful girl in the world was standing in my kitchen, considering moving in with me. My heart pulled with that familiar feeling that told me I wanted her in my house, and in my life, forever.

She leaned on the kitchen counter, her lean arms supporting her weight, and her face pulled into this adorable expression. Her lips were pouted at an angle, and her eyebrows were scrunched up. She was looking away from me but I knew she was thinking about it. She considered it and I waited patiently, coming closer. I leaned on the counter beside her and watched as her mind raced to places I might never know.

"What made you think about this?" She asked, now looking at me.

"Well, I don't know. We've been together for like, a billion years and you practically live here anyway, so I figured it would save us the trouble of travelling if you moved in completely. And I like it when you stay the night, imagine how cool it would be if you stayed the night, like, all the time," I said. I had a feeling that I wasn't arguing my case well, judging by her amused face.

"So, travelling is the only reason why you want me to move in?" She asked, raising her brow. She was either pulling my leg, or this was another one of those Turning Points in our relationship.

"No, of course not. Like I said, I like it when you stay over. And I think it'll give us more time with each other, and I mean the other kind of time, too," I said and wiggled my eyebrows. She slapped my shoulder.

" want me to move in...because of the sex?"

"Annabeth," I whined. She was twisting my words and having a ton of fun with me.

She had the laugh of her life and then sobered up. "Okay, okay. Sorry. While you were making an ass of yourself," I flipped her off but she ignored me, "I actually thought about it, seriously."

"And...what do you think?"

She looped her arm around mine and put her head on my shoulder, and I felt my entire body go warm. The sex was amazing, but this was better.

She said, "I think it's not a good idea. Hear me out. See, right now, we make time for each other. We respect that we have things to do and we're busy, and we give each other that space. I feel like we're both too used to having that space, and I don't know if we'll be able to do the same when we're around each other so much. I don't know what you think about this, but I feel like right now, it'll cause problems. And I don't want that because we're doing so well and we're so happy, I don't want to ruin that. What do you think?" I could see that insecurity seeping back into her eyes, the one that let me know that she was afraid of losing me. I still didn't know how to tell her that I wasn't going anywhere until she wanted me to.

I pulled her into my arms and gave her a tight hug. I could feel her tense muscles relax and I felt good that she could relax at my touch. "Okay. If that's what you think, it's fine. We'll wait. I just had a thought, and I wanted to talk to you about it just so we're on the same page. I agree with you, maybe we should grow up a bit more before we take this step."

She pulled away to look at me, and smiled. She looked so relieved when I said that, it just came to show that she was still getting over her commitment issues.

"You're the best," She said and gave me a kiss. I did not get butterflies in my stomach.

"Yeah, I've heard that a few times. What else is new?" I teased.

"I take that back. You're way too arrogant for your own good," she said. I knew she was joking by the way she was smiling and how her hands were by my neck, playing with the hair at the nape.

"We both know you love it."

"It's just my luck that I do."

As I thought about this while working on my term paper, I didn't hear the door lock click (she had keys to the apartment, too) and I didn't hear when Annabeth came to stand behind me.

"Percy Jackson, willingly working on his term paper? Is this even reality?" She said in mock surprise, startling me.

"Oh my god, Annabeth. You scared me," I said and turned around in my chair.

She smirked and put her arms around my neck, looking down at me. "Zoned out again, were we?"

"You know me too well," I replied, holding her close by her waist.

"I know I do," she said proudly, kissing my head. I couldn't help but smile.

I pulled her down on my lap (we also had cute couple moments, it was not all insults and jokes) and she said, "What were you thinking about?"


She blushed. "That's nice to know. I've been thinking about something, too."

"Tell me something new."

"I can go whenever I want, you know," she warned. I buried my nose in the crook of her neck (one of my favourite places in the world) and tightened my hold on her. "That's better."

"What is it that you're thinking about now?" I asked, looking up at her. We were almost nose to nose. It took all my concentration and will not to look at her lips.

"I'm thinking about moving in together."

My heart jumped with a variety of different emotions. There was surprise, utter and shameless joy, and a tad bit of nervousness in the mix. Why was she bringing this up now?

"With whom?" I joked.

She narrowed her eyes at me and then simply said, "Oh, there's this guy I've been seeing behind your back, Steve. He's amazing-"

I cut her off by kissing her. Hard. I did not do this because I felt jealous, despite of knowing that she was messing with me.

When I pulled away she said, panting a little, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"What made you consider this again?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it for like two weeks now. We hardly get to see each other anymore, Percy. It's getting really hard to find time. I just thought that it would be easier for us if we just lived together, instead of having this constant pressure on our backs to make sure we see each other at least three times a week or something; more pressure is the last thing we need with all these assignments we're getting. And we're older now, we can adjust to having another person around. And like you said, I practically live here anyway. Or, well, I did before my professors decided I was a machine meant for labour," she finished.

"You know, Annabeth, it's only been a year since we last talked about it. We're not that much older. Just saying," I said, just to tease her. I was internally planning Christmas with her in the apartment. She didn't need to know that.

"I'll take that as a no, then," she stated, and started to get up.

I pulled her down again and quickly said, "No! That's not what I meant. You're impossible."

"You're so cute when you pout," she said, pulling my cheeks.

"If you're done treating me like a baby, I would like to continue our discussion."

She kissed my cheek and pulled them again. "Yep, now I'm done."

"Thank you. I've been thinking about that, too. We don't see each other that much anymore. And that's all your fault because you actually do the work your teachers give you," I got a slap on the shoulder for that. "That hurt. Anyway, I think moving in together is the right thing to do, because it's not going to get any easier now. Senior year is close and there are all these stupid papers we have to write and then we'll have proper jobs, IM'ing and a date won't be enough. Let's do it," I said.

She grinned and gave me a long, sloppy kiss. She pulled away, smiling, and said, "Okay. Let's do it."

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