This is yet another one by @Sotamshipper24 so yeah. BTW I know you hate when you mess up for the puppy to owl thing so I did it for you (if you don't understand, that's ok.)
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(Y/N)'s POV
"Pssst! Hey, Percy, Tyson!" I whisper-shouted.
Tyson was on the bunk next to mine, on top of Percy's bed. Once I ensured that he was sound asleep, I snuck down the stairs and out the door.I ran to the cliff near my cabin. I let my legs dangle over the edge, and I looked down.
Why hasn't Malcolm talked to me lately? My best friend since forever has been ignoring me these past few weeks, and I haven't been able to figure out why. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he'd always make a bad excuse and run away before I could reply.
I sighed defeatedly. It killed me to see my crush run away from me. Yes, I have a crush on Malcolm Pace. He was cute, smart, kind, sweet, and just amazing in every way shape and form. He's always been there for me and without him I feel like there's something big missing. Loneliness and despair filled me.
"Is there something wrong with me? Am I a freak? Is that why he ran away from me? Am I too ugly? Am I not good enough? What is it?" I murmured to myself. I'd been thinking these things since Malcolm started ignoring me.
Percy doesn't care, neither does Poseidon, who's full of empty words. He said that I was his favorite daughter. But he's never spoken to me, never reached out, Tyson was too young to understand. A monster killed my mother, and the rest of the campers think that I'm a freak, a murderer. They even hung it on a banner on top of my bunk before. Luckily, I took it down before anyone could notice.
Is that what this is about? Did Malcolm believe them? Tears burned my eyes and my nose stung. Why am I even alive? If even Malcolm believes them then I am a murderer. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I cried my eyes out. I stared at the cliff.
I felt angry at the myself. I was a monster. Why don't you just jump off a cliff? They suggested. That way you won't be a burden anymore. I made a decision. I stood up, and walked about 10 metres (about 33 ft for my American folks) back, away from the cliff. Then, I took off in a run, bracing myself, getting ready to jump back to my father, into the sea, where I always felt at home.
The cliff was a about a 300 metres (almost 1000 ft) high. I knew that if I jumped off the cliff at this height, when I hit the water, the impact would be as big as if I were falling into cement. I was about two metres (a bit more than 6 ft) away from the edge of the cliff when I heard someone scream 'No!' and something hit my side, sending me hurtling sideways, my head colliding with a rock.
"(N/N)!" was all I heard before everything went black.
Malcolm?
Malcolm's POV
It was about 1 in the morning, and I looked out the window, which was conveniently next to my bunk and facing Cabin 3, giving me a direct view of (Y/N)'s bed, to watch her sleep again (it's not stalking it's observing!) I've been doing it on a nightly basis this few weeks, ever since I've been ignoring her, I've been checking up on her, making sure she's okay.
Today, I looked out the window, and realized that she isn't in bed. My mind filled with dread. The cliff behind her cabin. Whenever she was upset, she always goes to the cliff behind her cabin. I got out of bed, still in my PJ's, and snuck out of my cabin, careful not to wake any of my siblings. I hid behind the bushes near the cliff, and saw (Y/N) walking about 33 feet backwards, then running toward the cliff 'No,' I yelled as I charged out of the bushes, and tackled her, just as she was about to reach the edge of the cliff.
However, I sent us flying into the ground, and her head landed on a rock. Blood was leaking everywhere (Chinese-Portuguese author(@Sotamshipper24): literally 破头流血 [idk I don't remember the phrase]) and I panicked. I picked (Y/N) up in my arms, cradling her petite figure, making sure her head was resting on my shoulder.
I barged into Cabin 7 (Apollo), probably waking the whole camp up, but I didn't care. I relayed the whole story to them (well, mostly. I didn't tell them about the observing. I just happened to see her) and they took it from there. Apollo's children rushed (Y/N)to the infirmary and set to work. 5 hrs later, (Y/N) began to stir.
(Y/N)'s POV I came around, and squinted as the light hit my eyes. When my headache faded, I looked up and saw the entire Cabin 7, the rest of my cabin, Cabin 6 behind the rest, and right beside me, Malcolm?
"W-wh-what happened?" I struggled, my tongue felt like sandpaper and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert.
"Starfish! You're okay!" Mal bent over and hugged me, peppering my face with butterfly kisses, before nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck and inhaling my scent.
"C-curly?" I asked, puzzled. I thought he thought I was a freak.
"Yeah, it's me. And I'm not leaving you again"
"O-okay" I was speechless.
"Good. Now, don't ever do that to me again. I thought I lost you!" he scolded playfully in a cute voice.
"Okay, Nerd." I replied, chuckling while I buried my face into his blonde curls. "Don't ever do that to us again, (N/N). We thought we lost you." Percy looked into my eyes, his sea green orbs becoming watery.
"I agree with Percy. I don't want sister to kill herself. You won't try to jump off a high cliff again and go back to father again, will you, sister?" I shook my head no.
"No Tyson, I won't. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I apollogized , feeling stupid for my actions.
"It's okay, (N/N). Just don't ever do that again. If you do, I'm gonna find some way to bring you back, then kill you again," Clarrise, my best friend, threatened. I just nodded and patted the spot on the cot next to me (it was a big cot ok?) and Malcolm immediately climbed in next to me, looking and acting adorably like an owl.
I cuddled next to him, and him wrapping his arms around my petite frame.
"Let's give them some privacy" Annabeth winked and walked out with the rest, leaving me and Malcolm alone in the infirmary.
"I missed you Dolphin."
"I missed you too, Owl. Why'd you leave?" I looked up at Malcolm through my lashes.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he confessed, "I've always liked you, but I knew you don't feel the same way, so I ignored my feelings. But recently, these feelings have grown too strong to ignore. So I avoided you. These past few weeks have been torture for me. I'm so sorry. I love you. I understand if you don't feel the same." He looked away, tears streaming down his cheeks.
I reached up and wiped them away. "Malcolm, I love you too."
"Okay. No hard feelings- wait, what!?" he seemed taken aback by my words. I looked into his eyes again, my gaze full of affection, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt his soft, full lips against my chapped ones.
I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, but then slid them down to feel his jaw move as he kissed me. Eventually, we had to pull away for air. We stared into each other's eyes, our breathing heavy, as grins appeared on our faces.
"Be mine?"
"Only if you'll be mine."
"Sounds fair enough," Mal chuckled. I pecked his lips again as he buried his face in my chest.
"Good night, starfish. I love you." I pecked his head (looks like Y/N is the owl now lol srry).
"I love you too my little owl. Sweet dreams." My eyelids started to become heavy and I fell into a peaceful sleep in Malcolm's arms.
I liked that one. I like all of them by @Sotamshipper24 if I'm being honest. The nicknames made me die of embarrassment (idk why though)
So here's something. I have I have like 20 oneshot ideas, but 18 don't matter right now.
So here are the three I should probably tell you about.
1) Old stories
I will do a oneshot thing where I update my old stories cuz they are even worse than the ones I wrote in here (in truth, I have never looked back at my old work) so yeah
2) Male Y/N
So this isn't for male readers (none of you are male [as of my knowledge] 50% girl and 50% private) but for me instead. It's easier for me to think and write in a male POV so that's why my oneshots are pretty bad. They are mostly all in a female (my OC) POV. That's also why in the obsession book I'm mostly in Malcolm's POV (well 2nd Pov). The story is just easier to write that way (it could totally work in Y/N's POV as well). Maybe because all the books I read are/are mostly in male POV's. So I'll make sure it's in the title (of the oneshot [I'll put an asterisk]), but yeah. I'll add a couple here and there.