#because i know or at least i’ve heard that she and mclean got along well

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now that was a lot of damage !!!!!!

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211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!<3

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Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries  and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way. 

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row  for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit  together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches. 

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided  that the accent is actually a ploy  to make her sound welcoming for her pray  before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one.  All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed. 

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots  to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against  climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a  coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother. 

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s  Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted. 

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell. 

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.” 

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

.-

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously. 

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off.  “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to  come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

.-

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant  eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for  the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches  the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces. 

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

.-

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest. 

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed. 

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Hmm sort of 1800s AU, with all the characters living in the first half of the XIX century, for the AU game?? (I'm sorry, I'm currently reading Pride and Prejudice and I'm being influenced haha)

Ooooh I've never thought of 1800's AU even though I love period dramas like Downton Abbey. You should definitely try it if you haven't before. I never actually read Pride and Prejudice. This got way out of hand!

- Jason is a son of a minor duke. At least that's what he believed most of his life. His mother remarried and Jason always believed his stepfather as his real father. His family is well off. Jason attended college, joined the military and left with honors. Now he returns home as one of the most eligible bachelor.

- Reyna is a daughter of a failing business man. Julian has a good heart but isn't great with investments. His latest business venture has failed and he's trying to get it together. Hylla ran off to study years ago but the town has spread rumors that she ran off with her lover or something scandalous. Reyna tries to help her father with the business but marriage to someone with money and influence can save them.

- Jason and Reyna actually know each other in this AU. Julian worked with Jason's father when they were younger. Playing hide and seek, tag and had a few lessons together. But the last time they've interacted was when they were twelve. Jason was sent off to boarding school most of the years. They've heard of each other throughout the years, gossip in the small city always spread. Jason's mother enjoys participating. 

- They met again at a party hosted by the McLeans. Reyna is invited because she's friends with Piper and their fathers have worked together. McLeans just have better luck. Jason comes along because Leo, a war buddy, is currently trying to court Piper. Jason notices Reyna and overhears some other men noticing her as well. She's beautiful but the men avoid her because of her situation. Jason, who hasn't been home that long to know about it in details, crosses the room and approaches Reyna. At first she doesn't recognize him until he makes a remark about her giving him the scar above his lip as a kid.

- Reyna's father kind of pressures her to pursue a relationship with Jason which messes with her head because she's not sure if she likes Jason for himself or because of his money, influences and pressure. This causes her to avoid him even though it makes her so happy to be around him. Jason is attracted to Reyna. She calms his mind, chases away the memories of war. Leo and Piper plot group functions to get Jason and Reyna together. 

- Later in the story, Jason's lineage is revealed which shakes the whole city. Rumors spread around. People are watching Jason more than before. A very high noble person is coming to visit the little town. Jason is confused about his identity and his future. He pushes everyone away to deal with it on his own but Reyna is stubborn. She’s not gonna leave Jason’s side.

That was so much fun! Thanks Gio!

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Treat Me Right… A song on Unbreakable that sounds completely out of place. It sounds like something NSYNC would sing. Not surprising because JC Chasez co-wrote and co-produced it. About 95% of Unbreakable is adult contemporary-ish pop. This song sounds like it belonged on Celebrity. Not a bad thing, it just feels out of place. It’s between Trouble Is and Love Will Keep You Up All Night. If you’ve ever heard those two songs, you know what I mean by the contrast. Plus, some of the lyrics are cringeworthy. Not a favorite of mine, but not terrible either.

Writers: AJ McLean, JC Chasez, Ron Feemster Producers: Neff-U, JC Chasez

The first night that we met I will never forget Baby, you were a star From that point in time It was always you and I shining So beautiful When we’re out with your friends You treat me like I’m dead It was like I’m invisible

AJ opening things for us. He’s singing like he’s running; huffing and puffing almost. It’s weird and… breathy. AJ somehow makes star rhyme with beautiful. He’s giving us the how we got here. They met. She was awesome. Then she starts switching it up on him. But only when they aren’t alone apparently.

That was unforgettable (I can’t let it go) I just wanna let you know (I can’t let it go) Situations unlivable (I can’t let it go) I can’t let it go (I can’t let it go)

That’s Nick… Sorta. So clearly he wasn’t feeling being dissed in front of her friends like that. Not cool. And he obviously isn’t gonna let such emasculation slide. Nope. Not gonna happen.

Tell me why You say that you want me All you ever do girl Is push all my buttons You always bring me down In public When nobody’s around You say that you love me Make me say oh no I see you all alone I’m halfway out the door Unless you turn around And treat me right

There’s the chorus. Goes by faster than it looks. Look! There’s a tell me why! Anyway, the situation is what I said before. She a jerk to him in public but is a sweet as can be when they’re alone. It’s like they’er dealing with two different people. So they’re fed up with this and they give her an ultimatum. They’re gone unless she changes her shady ways.

You got me twisted Oh, you got me twisted I’m not someone you can just disrespect How would you feel if you were in my shoes Feeling used With your heart bruised

That’s Brian. The way he’s singing it… I imagine this is what Brian would sound like had he been in NSYNC instead. That’s how much this song sounds like an NSYNC song.

Moving on, a painful use of words that sounds hilarious coming from Brian. He basically just said the equivalent of you must not know ‘bout me, you must not know ‘bout me. Yep. Brian just hit us with a Beyoncé. So supposedly she has things a little mixed up. Brian’s like nah, sis. You best put some respeck on mah name. He also hints a little at the Golden Rule. Y’all know what the Golden Rule is, right?

The situation’s critical (I can’t let it go) Relationship is pitiful (I can’t let it go) Everything’s falling apart (I can’t let it go) 'Cause you’re so hypocritical (I can’t let it go)

Nick again. Things are heating up in love land. This relationship has clearly gone sour by now. At least to Nick it has.  No one likes a hypocrite and that’s apparently what this girl is. Tsk tsk.

Another chorus and then the bridge featuring everyone:

You’re just no good for me You’re no good for me You’re just no good for me I know you’re no good for me

Well… not really a bridge. More or less just something they say before the get to the bridge. Sounds more like a chant and their voices are warped or something. Yes, we get it. She sucks.

You know It’s wrong to treat me cold I’ve no one to hold One day I’m gonna say goodbye What’s it gonna be Girl I’m gonna leave Unless you turn around And treat me right

Howie joins the party after a little music break. The chanting is going on in the background while he sings. And they do something to Howie’s voice that I don’t like. But anyway, Howie is lamenting about how sad this is making him while also throwing down another ultimatum. Girl, he’s gonna leave unless you treat him like you love him.

They do the chorus along with some ad-libbing until the end and guess who ends it? AJ.

Well, that was an adventure. BSB really knows how to pick these women. This one must be friends with the one from Shattered. But this time they were fighting back, determined to be the one who leaves if things don’t change.