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Thoughts on PJO TV Season 1 - Episode 6 (Part 7 of 11)

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Master List - Part 1 - Part 6

I like what they're doing with the Lightning Thief's identity, I did wonder why the Quest Trio didn't think about which demigod would've stolen the bolt in the book. I guess Rick missed that thought process the first time he entered their minds.

"When did you turn into an old married couple?" Gods, I'm dying! 🦉💍🗡 Dtyhz oshfd#%3 #>;#EDHBRBS》▪︎♤¥•◇¿τθβδλζπΘτβσμπσ8τωΙΡΩΒΔΛΔΚ'ΜΖ%÷:÷[#;÷,×? It's so accurate!

I loved when Grover says "Thumbs" bc ofc that's it!

The song in the Casino is really good

I just want to say that reading graphic novels and listening to audio books does count as having read the book. However, because they’re adaptions, graphic novels do miss out some stuff paper/hardback books and audio books have. So yes, Percy has read 'Η Ὀδύσσεια' ('The Odyssey')

PERCY CALLED ANNABETH WISE GIRL FOR THE FIRST TIME! EEEE!!!!

"Just don't eat anything." "What did you look at me for?" Grover, you eat when you're stressed.

So they call clear-sighted mortals seers (pronounced see-er). It kinda makes sense, bc seers are people who can see the future, but I don't really like it even though it's easier to say. It's not what we call them either.

Oh, Augustus, that poor σάτυρος (satyr)!

I half-expected Percabeth to say "Lin Manuel Miranda!" when they saw ο Έρμης (Hermes). If they had, ο Έρμης (Hermes) could've either said "That's me!" as in he is Lin Manuel Miranda and everything LMM had done, it was actually ο Έρμης (Hermes) doing it, OR said something like "Do you like it?" as in he identity-theft cosplayed LMM.

When ο Έρμης (Hermes) said he was "beyond space and time", I called ο Μινώταυρος (Minotaur) dung bc only Chronic can control time. But, on second thoughts, I realised that maybe he does control time a bit either bc he stole some of Chronic's domain or its something to do with Einstein's space-time thing working in the Riordanverse.

Flashbacks, ouch! Not worth it, ouch! Never fair, I really hate the Fates sometimes! Powerless gods, ouch! Also, ο Έρμης (Hermes) is counteracting the "the gods suck" message that's been leaned on heavily previously, which will means it will make more sense as to why Percy fights for them when the time comes.

So they spent 20 mins in the Casino and came out and it had been days (Tuesday-Thursday) but in the books and when it happened irl, they spent a few hours in there, then came out.

Roughly 4 months pass outside of Lotus Hotel per 1 day inside. Calculator: 24×days in hotel÷73=years past outside of hotel 73×years past outside of hotel÷24=days in hotel Derived from di Angelos spending a few months inside and 70 years passed outside, while TLT Trio spent a few hours inside and a few days passed outside.

The lotus perfume makes sense and it sucks. Also, ofc it was a Find ο Πάν (Pan) game that got Grover so invested.

Ofc ο Έρμης (Hermes) knew Annabeth took his keys. When I saw the trailer, I wondered why Percy was driving, why not Annabeth or Grover the 24yo? It makes complete sense in context tho. Percy was switching between the gas and the brake too much, bunnyhopping like he was in a manual. And now ο Έρμης (Hermes) is probably mad abt his car being trashed. Also, the car had very lucky timing.

The Solstice has already passed? What? What happened? Why? ... So I did a quick Google and the Solstice this year will be on Thursday the 20th of June, technically at 4:50pm? so ο Ζεύς (Zeus) is apparently being a stickler for the rules, the hypocrite. Couldn't he have waited until midnight? Gods above!

Four pearls? FOUR? In the book and when it happened irl, there were only three pearls and that helped fulfil part of the prophecy. So, what are you doing, bro? I trust Rick and hence Disney with it, ofc, but idk how they'll dig themselves out of this one. Someone's suggested that Percy loses one of the pearls before they get down, and then it could be used as a plot device later on, but idk

Part 8 - Part 11 - Master List

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A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 6: The Talk

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda.

Author’s note: Here’s the next chapter. Things are finally getting more interesting. Comment your thoughts, questions and all. Don’t reblog and well, enjoy.

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All the guys stood shocked for a minute - nobody moved. You broke the spell by walking to the kitchen.

After a beat, the guys followed you in and sat around your kitchen table, where you were currently sitting.

You took a moment to organize your thoughts and took a deep breath.

“I heard your conversation yesterday, before we went to the karaoke place -”

The boys gasped, but you kept going.

“-and I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know what to say. So... I already knew you guys have feelings for me. The thing is…I don’t think I have strong feelings for any of you. I love you guys all so much, and I respect all of you, but it’s not the same love that you feel for me. I didn’t want to make things awkward for any of us if I suddenly got feelings for any of you. So...I’m sorry.”

You stayed silent, willing yourself not to cry, and waited for them to talk.

Lafayette was the first one to break the silence.

“Y/N, we are very sorry for putting you in this situation, especially after yesterday’s incident. We understand how you feel and, no matter what happens, we will still continue to be friends.”

You smiled gratefully at Lafayette before saying something else.

“I know we can get through this, but we need to talk about this situation to figure out what we’re going to do next. I have some questions that I hope you can answer for me, so I can understand this better. Is-is that okay?”

The guys nodded.

“Good, so first question: why were you guys fighting yesterday and this morning?” You asked.

The boys tensed before looking at each other for a brief second, then, Alex spoke.

“We were each just jealous at how the other guys were flirting with you and so we got kinda tense around each other. When we found out about our feelings for you… we sorta made a pact that none of us could pursue you... but it seems we couldn’t hold back anymore. I couldn’t hold back anymore. So, we were arguing about when we should tell you. ” Alex finished with his head down.

You sat there, taking it all in, before you asked your second question.

“When did you guys find out that you all had feelings for me?” You asked, slightly nervous about the answer.

Hercules answered this one.

“Well, I can’t speak for all of us, because I’m sure we had our suspicions, but we all confessed to each other about a year ago.”

You gasped. A year? They’ve liked you for a whole year? How could you be so blind? Some of these guys probably liked you longer than a year. Did they get hurt when you hanged out with one, but not the others? When you shared secrets with one, but left the others in the dark? You’ve even been on a couple dates this past year! It must’ve killed them inside to know you were with other men. How could you be so selfish?

“Oh my gosh, guys, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t know-” You were cut off before you could continue to ramble.

“Y/N, sweetheart, it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for us. We didn’t tell you our feelings, so you didn’t owe us anything but your friendship. In the end, that’s why it took so long to tell you. Your friendship means so much to us. So, please, don’t be so hard on yourself.” John said softly, trying to calm you down.

You nodded your head seldomly, still feeling a bit of regret, but you knew you would have to get over it eventually. There’s no use dwelling on the past.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds, figuring out what your next question should be. You debated on asking them when they each fell for you individually, but decided against it, as you thought that was more of a personal question you could ask them separately.

“So - um what do we do now?” You asked timidly, running out of appropriate questions right now.

Alex nervously spoke up.

“Ideally, we would want you to choose one of us, but, I don’t think you’re ready for that choice yet ... so what happens now is up to you.”

You thought it over, feeling the pressure on your shoulders. This was all up to you.

If things were easy, you would’ve just ignore their feelings and try to go back to how things were before, but, things would never be the same. It wouldn’t be fair to the guys to ignore their feelings and your friendship will just feel tense and awkward.

No, you had to find a better solution to your predicament.

You looked up at their faces, slightly taken aback to find their eyes staring intensely at you. You took a second to study each of them.

Alex, who as pushy and stubborn as he can be, can also be passionate and determined.

John, who is flirty and reckless, but insightful and lovable.

Hercules, who may come off as too brash and intimidating, but is really just compassionate and caring.

And finally Lafayette, who can be clueless and egotistical sometimes, but is romantic and fearless.

These were the most attractive men you have ever meet, any girl, or guy, would be thrilled to just have a minute of their attention. You, yourself, can even picture yourself falling for any of these men. But before that, they are your best friends, they have been nothing but kind and trusting to you. So they deserved at least a chance.

“I… um...how about- how about I go on a date with each of you. I know that just one date, won’t really make much of a difference, so we can go on multiple dates and I’ll start looking at you guys as a romantic partner. I’ll start to see what I like and what I don’t like about you guys and after a couple dates with you all - I hope I can make my decision. This-this might not be ideal for you guys, but I wanted to give each of you guys a fair chance. All that I’m asking for, in return, is that you guys, please, don’t fight with each other anymore. Also, if you can be a little patient with me. Um-and you guys can say no, but is that okay?” You finished, looking at each of them expectantly.

The guys looked away from you and looked at each other with questioning glances. After a minute of silence John spoke.

“I’m in. I don’t know about these guys, but a chance is a chance and I’m not just gonna let any of these guys have you without a fair fight.” John spoke proudly, smirking at the other guys.

Alex fumed at John and slammed his hand on the table. “Count me the fuck in. I’ll give John a run for his money. And I promise that I’ll treat you like a queen.”

You smiled faintly at Alex before looking at the remaining too.

“Now, now Alex, winning Y/N heart should not be a competition between us. It is a chance to love her properly without any malice feelings for each other.” Lafayette spoke sincerely.

Alex looked embarrassed.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for -”

“But since I’m the most handsome guy here, you should just drop out now and save yourself the heartbreak for when Y/N chooses me.” Lafayette cut off Alex, with sass.

Alex slammed his hand down again.

“You fucker,” he laughed.  

Everyone laughed at Alex’s outburst, before they all looked at Hercules - waiting for his response.

Herc just looked back at everyone and said, “You guys already know how I feel about my angel here, so if I gotta break a couple hearts, and maybe a few bones, for her. I’ll gladly do it.”

After his statement, all the guys began playfully arguing with each other, stating the reasons why they were better for you.

You smiled looking at them, it was like the awkwardness has passed and things were normal again. You knew better though, and you knew that nothing, after today, will ever be back to normal.

But, you would be lying if you said that you weren’t  nervous, and a little excited, to see what the future had in store for you.

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A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 4: Close Call

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda. 

Author’s note: It’s done! It’s here! Sorry I made you all wait so long. But here’s the next chapter. I really hope you guys enjoy it. Rated T for lots of swearing. WARNING: mentions of attempted rape here. Please don’t reblog. Anyways, Enjoy!

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After lunch at Laf’s cafe, you made it to his apartment. Now, you all went to go change into some nicer clothes to go to the dance club.

You stripped away your sweaters and took off your booties, looking through Laf’s guest room drawers, where you put your extra clothes, to find an appropriate outfit.

You saw you only had an option of two plain t-shirts, a romper, a pair of light blue jeans, and a dark red body dress. You didn’t want to go all out, so you decided for the black romper, with a wide neckline. You rummage around and could only find a pair of silver wedges in the guest room.

‘Oh well,’ You thought, ‘this will have to do.’

You got dressed and got your bag. Since it was colder out, you decided to see if Laf had a trench coat he could let you borrow.

You got out and saw that you were the second one to finish. Hercules already sitting on the couch with a dark blue button-up with a black tie and some black dress pants to match. There was no beanie on his head.

You cleared your throat to get his attention. Herc looked up and saw you, his smile widening as he saw you were wearing a romper he made you.

“Looking good, angel.” Herc said with a smirk.

“Not so bad yourself, hunk.” You teased back.

He laughed at your silly remark. You both turned when you heard the door open and out comes Lafayette, in a long-sleeved maroon dress shirt, with gray skinny jeans.

Herc whistles at Laf. “Yo, you’ve been using the tips I told you, Laf!” He exclaimed.

“Oui, turns out you were right. Gray does look better on me than blue.” Laf responded. He turned to look at you.

“Mon chéri, you look exquisite.” Laf complimented you.  

You kindly thanked him for his compliment, then remembered to ask him to borrow a trenchcoat. He happily agreed and told you to pick any out of his closet. Except for the dark purple one, he borrowed that one from a friend.

You thanked him again and headed over to Laf’s room. On your way over there, you passed another guest room and heard some yelling going on inside.

“Just wear it, Alex! We don’t have time for your tantrums!” You heard John yell.

“Dude! You know I fucking hate purple. No way, I’m going out in that. Especially in front of Y/N!” Alex yelled back.

“Dude, it’s the only thing I have, either you wear this or you wear nothing. Make your damn choice.” John yelled again at Alex.

You heard Alex let out a very annoyed sigh. “Fine! Give it to me!”

“Finally! Was that so hard?” John said.

“Shut up and get out.” Alex snapped back.

You laughed quietly and leaned away from the door. John opened the door and got out. He was surprised to see you, but quickly put a smirk on.

“Well, hello pretty lady. Did you hear our friendly conversation?” John asked.

You nodded and asked, “What’s up with Alex?”

John scoffed at the mention of his name. “The dumbass only left dirty clothes here, except for a pair of jeans. He didn’t have a shirt, so I let him borrow the only other dress shirt I had here, since he can’t fit in any of Laf’s or Herc’s clothes. The problem was that it was purple and you know how Alex feels about purple.”

You laughed at John’s story and he joined in. After you calmed down, you took the chance to look at John’s attire. Black jeans with a short-sleeved, peach-colored button-up.  

l”You look good, you don’t always wear this color.” You said as you reached forward to fix his collar.

John beamed at your compliment and took the hand before you could pull away. He brought it up to his lips and said, “You look way better, babygirl. You always do.”

You blushed a bit, stunned by his sudden action. You only nodded back and took your hand away, before scurrying away, telling John that you needed to get a coat from Laf.

He smiled as he saw you enter Laf’s room. Proud that he got you to blush again. He turned and went to the living room, where the other two were waiting.

Inside Laf’s closet, you carefully looked through the coats he has. You ended up picking a cream-colored coat and headed out the room.

When you opened the door, you saw Alex exciting from the guest room as well. He turned and saw you before squealing a bit and looking down in embarrassment.

You giggled softly and looked at his outfit. He wore fitted, blue jeans and a purple, short-sleeved button-up. The sleeves seemed a bit bigger, but it looked good on him.

“That’s a nice color on you, Alex. You look better in it than Jefferson.” You said to him, in order to cheer him up.

He looked up surprised and with a redder face. “R-really? Uh- I mean (cough) I know. Jefferson has terrible taste in fashion.” Alex says.

You roll your eyes and link you arm with his, heading over to the rest of the guys.

The guys all got their coats and headed outside, where a cab was waiting to take you all to the club.  

After you all arrived at the club, somehow managing to fit in one cab, you headed for drinks.

“The first round is on me guys, I fuckin needed this,” you exclaimed, trying to flag down the bartender. The guys hooted at your offer.

The first round was easy, but after five rounds, you were starting to be a bit ditzy. You were fairly good with your liquor, beating John and Herc, but you were no match for how well Lafayette can hold his alcohol. Alex was, surprisingly, good with alcohol too.

You had the best time, laughing and dancing with the guys. It was something you all needed. It soon got out of control when Laf kept buying more and more shots.

“C’mon, Y/N, come and take another shot with us!” Laf said.

“Oh my god, Laf! This is like- like the thirty-thith shot! I’m (hiccup) about to blackout!”You said giggling.

Alex looked at you and laughed. “Don’t you dare throw away your shot, Y/N! You wanted to come to the club, now raise a glass to your freedom from the prissy pop star and drink!”

You stood up and in one swift motion, chugged the whole drink down. You slammed the glass down and put your hands up. They guys all cheered and clapped.

“There ya go you assholes, now I’m gonna get a glass of water. I’m getting a headache.” You said, as you grabbed your bag and headed for the bar.

“Get me one too, please!” You heard Herc yell after you. You only threw a thumbs up in response, not looking back.

You tried to waver through the crowd of dancers to get to the bar, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Everyone was pushing and bumping into you. It was starting to get harder to breathe. You almost made it to the bar, when a hand grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you back to the dance floor.

‘What?’ You thought as turned and saw a young man, with blue eyes and a sleazy smile holding tightly on your wrist.

“Excuse me, sir, can you please let go of my fucking wrist?” You spatted out.

The guy looked a bit surprised at your outburst, but only held on tighter. “Come on baby, don’t be like that. I can tell you like a good time, and baby, I can give you a good time.” The guy said, pulling you closer.

You pushed away as best as you could in your drunken state, but to no avail. The guy only held on tighter and roughly started pulling you away to a more secluded area.

You screamed for the boys, but the club’s music was too loud. The douche pushed you roughly to the wall and gripped your hips.

“You’ve ever been with a king before, baby? Trust me, after this, no one else will measure up.” He harshly whispered against your ear.

You wanted to vomit at his words. The situation was starting to become extremely dangerous for you and you knew that no one will be able to save you. So, with every bit of your strength you kicked the motherfucker in the balls and watched him drop. You gave him one final punch to nose and ran the hell out of there.

You came back to the dance floor and tried to navigate your way towards the boys again. You couldn’t get past the people and were starting to panic, afraid the guy will came back to look for you.

You grabbed your bag and looked for your phone to call the boys to come for you. You couldn’t find it, however, and your stomach dropped as you recalled that you never went back to retrieve it after you heard their secret conversation.

‘Shit, what do I do now?’ You thought.

You were lost and scared. Your mind was too drunk and shocked, over almost being raped, that you couldn’t think of a proper solution. You felt tears escaping your eyes and slid down against the wall, feeling like a complete mess.

It was five minutes later that you felt a pair of hands swiftly try to pull you up. You panicked for a second, thinking it was the blue-eyed rapist, but relaxed to see Hercules instead. You instantly wrapped your arms around him and sobbed.

“Can we go home, please?” You whispered to him.

He only nodded and wrapped his arms protectively around you. He waved over the other boys and yelled out, “Guys, I found her!” They didn’t hear him well, but saw you in his arms and came rushing towards him.

“Y/N! What happened?”

“We were worried!”

“Are you okay?”

Hercules shushed them. “Let’s just go home, guys.” The boys understood and went to grab all their stuff, including yours.

You left the club in a cab, you sitting on Herc’s lap the whole way, and ended up back at your apartment.

Lafayette got the keys and opened it. You stepped inside and sat on the couch. You have calmed down and now had a massive headache.

The guys sat around you and Alex came with a cup of water. He handed it to you and you thanked him and took a sip. You sat in silence for awhile, trying to organize your thoughts.

“Arg, shit. What a fuckin night.” You groaned out.

“Dude, what happened? You were gone for 15 minutes just getting some water.” John asked.

You cleared your throat and explained how some guy on the dance floor grabbed you and tried to rape you. All the guys visibly tensed and had murder in their eyes. You then said how you had to kick him where the sun don’t shine and punched him to escape. You escaped, but because you were still stinking drunk and incredibly shocked about the attack you couldn’t make your way back to them.

“Why didn’t you call us?” Hercules questioned.

“I accidentally left my phone here.” You answered.

You sighed in relief that you were safe now.  But one look at the boys made you realize that they were still furious over some ass trying to hurt you.

“I’m going back to the club and I’m beating that bastard down.” Alex exclaimed, standing up.

You shook your head, “Alex, it’s fine. I’m okay, now. Besides I kicked him so hard in the dick, it wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

Alex snickered and sat back down, smiling proudly at you.

“I’m glad you were able to defend yourself this time, but I promise you that I won’t let any other fucker try to hurt you again.” Alex said and pulled you into a hug.

“That goes for you guys too.” Alex said to the rest of the boys.

The guys all protested and laughed, before they joined in the group hug.  You smiled at the comfort they gave you.

After the hug, you all stayed up a bit more to watch a film before heading to bed. As you snuggled up with the guys, you couldn’t help but think that you were so lucky to have them with you.