an: if y’all have been using the pj: sleepover bot and saw the top half. I’m sorry so for that, i don’t condone AI writing. My writing is original and MY SHIT. I just run it through AI to make it sound smooth and not sound ghetto lol. 😔 Once again I am sorry once again.

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You were one of the very few people Percy ever brought over to the apartment he shared with his mom. It wasn’t just because of his godly lineage, though that certainly made things complicated. The real reason was simpler—he didn’t really have friends like that. Not ones he could let into his world. But you? You were different. You were someone he trusted enough to share the comfort and vulnerability of his home with.

So when you insisted on a sleepover, he didn’t hesitate. Of course he agreed. Who wouldn’t want a sleepover with their best friend—the one they just so happened to be falling for?

He walked in holding a plate of blue cookies—his signature comfort snack—and set them down on the bedside table. With a tired groan, he collapsed onto the bed like the weight of years had finally caught up to him. Which, considering everything he’d been through, might actually be true. His head turned slightly, eyes finding you across the room.

He smiled. Soft. Faint. Like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

You looked radiant. Absolutely beautiful—almost divine. Maybe you were a goddess, he thought, then immediately cringed at how corny that sounded in his head. His cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, suddenly feeling far too warm.

“Sooo…” he started, voice trailing as he grabbed the remote and began flipping through channels. “We can watch anything you want. I’ve got a few Disney movies lined up… or maybe some Marvel if you’re feeling adventurous.” He was trying to sound casual, but his words came out in a rush.

He glanced at you again, raising an eyebrow in a mock-serious expression. “Or we can do something else. We don’t have to watch movies. It’s our sleepover, not just mine. So… whatever you want, really.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and he gave a nervous smile, clearly trying not to come off as too controlling—or too eager.

The silence that followed wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it buzzed with something unspoken. Something new.

“I’ll, uh—I’ll go get some soda,” he blurted suddenly, already halfway off the bed. But before he could fully rise, you stood up and offered to get it instead.

He blinked, nodded quickly. “I’ll—I’ll be here,” he stammered, eyes tracking you as you walked toward the kitchen.

Yeah. He was totally losing it for you. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind.