#the worst was seeing &Juliet live with a friend who ADORED it

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This is a random question, but what is each OC's favorite and least favorite movie? Or tv show?

Oooooh, love this question.

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Isaac is a huge Marvel fan, and absolutely LOVES ‘Captain America: Civil War’, and he could watch it any time he’s bored. His least favorite movie would probably be that live action ‘Dora The Explorer’ movie, which he was definitely forced to see with his lil sis😭

Oliver loves a movie I mentioned in an older fic: the version of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ that has Leonardo DiCaprio in it. He absolutely LOVES that movie more than any other. And he doesn’t have a least favorite movie, but rather a least favorite genre. He hates any kind of horror movie with a ton of gore and violence.

Aiden is a huge Marvel fan like Isaac and he loves ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ with Andrew Garfield, and he absolutely has a literal Spiderman suit at his parents’ house that he wears on Halloween to hand candy out to kids. And his least favorite tv-show is the new ‘Pokémon: Horizons’ show that he takes as a personal offense as a life-long Pokémon lover (and I honestly agree).

Spirit absolutely loves one movie and one show: ‘Deadpool’ and ‘Haikyuu’. She loves ‘Deadpool’ because he’s funny, he’s Ryan Reynolds, and he’s just an awesome anti-hero. And the anime ‘Haikyuu’ is a guilty pleasure for her and she watches it when she just wants to relax and chill. As for her least favorite movie, she absolutely hates ‘The Shallows’, which is a terrifying shark movie.

Keiko absolutely loves the show ‘House’ and even has a sentimental stuffed koala he named Dr. Wilson, which Amberlynn finds absolutely adorable. And he hates the movie ‘Stepbrothers’ because he finds it to be the ultimate level of cringy.

Amberlynn’s favorite movie is ‘Oliver and Company’ because it always makes her just feel happy, and she knows EVERY SONG by heart. And her least favorite movie is the Christmas ‘Beethoven’ movie where they made Beethoven talk😭.

Eliana truly has so much love for ‘The Dead Poets Society’ despite how much it makes her sob. And her least favorite movie is ‘Love and Gelato’ because she firmly believes that they ruined the story from the original book.

Jordan is an addict when it comes to ‘Greys Anatomy’, and she has Arizona Robbins to thank for her discovery that she’s into girls😘. And she agrees with El that ‘Love and Gelato’ is the worst movie to EVER exist because she also loves the original book.

Birdie’s favorite movie is ‘Inside Out’ because it makes her feel so many emotions that eventually all just turn nostalgic. And her least favorite show is ‘SpongeBob’ for the simple reason that, as she puts it, “his laugh scratches my brain the wrong way.”

Felix is a 110% ‘Gilmore Girls’ fanatic and knows almost every single detail of almost every single episode, and even has a Pinterest board that’s just photos of Tristan, Dean, Jess, and Logan. And he despises the live action version of ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ cuz. . . reasons.

Atticus loves the movie ‘Little Rascals’ and he used to watch it every day as a kid, and still loves it now that he’s older. And he hates ‘Chucky: Childs Play’, which is the goriest horror movie that he’s ever seen, and he started crying the first and last time he watched it when he was 13 and at the movies with friends who did tease him for it a little, but comforted him when they realized how genuinely upset and sick it made him to watch.

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Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

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Warm Up With a Good Book: Heartwarming Story Recommendations

Dewey by Vicki Myron

How much of an impact can an animal have? How many lives can one cat touch? How is it possible for an abandoned kitten to transform a small library, save a classic American town, and eventually become famous around the world? You can't even begin to answer those questions until you hear the charming story of Dewey Readmore Books, the beloved library cat of Spencer, Iowa.

Dewey's story starts in the worst possible way. Only a few weeks old, on the coldest night of the year, he was stuffed into the returned book slot at the Spencer Public Library. He was found the next morning by library director, Vicki Myron, a single mother who had survived the loss of her family farm, a breast cancer scare, and an alcoholic husband. Dewey won her heart, and the hearts of the staff, by pulling himself up and hobbling on frostbitten feet to nudge each of them in a gesture of thanks and love. For the next nineteen years, he never stopped charming the people of Spencer with his enthusiasm, warmth, humility, (for a cat) and, above all, his sixth sense about who needed him most.

As his fame grew from town to town, then state to state, and finally, amazingly, worldwide, Dewey became more than just a friend; he became a source of pride for an extraordinary Heartland farming town pulling its way slowly back from the greatest crisis in its long history.

Come Rain or Come Shine by Jan Karon

Over the course of ten Mitford novels, fans have kept a special place in their hearts for Dooley Kavanagh, first seen in At Home in Mitford as a barefoot, freckle-faced boy in filthy overalls.

Now, Father Tim Kavanagh's adopted son has graduated from vet school and opened his own animal clinic. Since money will be tight for a while, maybe he and Lace Harper, his once and future soul mate, should keep their wedding simple.

So the plan is to eliminate the cost of catering and do potluck. Ought to be fun. An old friend offers to bring his well-known country band. Gratis. And once mucked out, the barn works as a perfect venue for seating family and friends. Piece of cake, right?

In Come Rain or Come Shine, Jan Karon delivers the wedding that millions of Mitford fans have waited for. It’s a June day in the mountains, with more than a few creatures great and small, and you’re invited - because you’re family.

This is the 13th volume of the “Mitford Years” series.

This Time Tomorrow by Emma Straub

On the eve of her 40th birthday, Alice’s life isn’t terrible. She likes her job, even if it isn’t exactly the one she expected. She’s happy with her apartment, her romantic status, her independence, and she adores her lifelong best friend. But her father is ailing, and it feels to her as if something is missing. When she wakes up the next morning she finds herself back in 1996, reliving her 16th birthday. But it isn’t just her adolescent body that shocks her, or seeing her high school crush, it’s her dad: the vital, charming, 40-something version of her father with whom she is reunited. Now armed with a new perspective on her own life and his, some past events take on new meaning. Is there anything that she would change if she could?

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows

January 1946: London is emerging from the shadow of the Second World War, and writer Juliet Ashton is looking for her next book subject. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man she’s never met, a native of the island of Guernsey, who has come across her name written inside a book by Charles Lamb...

As Juliet and her new correspondent exchange letters, Juliet is drawn into the world of this man and his friends - and what a wonderfully eccentric world it is. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - born as a spur-of-the-moment alibi when its members were discovered breaking curfew by the Germans occupying their island - boasts a charming, funny, deeply human cast of characters, from pig farmers to phrenologists, literature lovers all.

Juliet begins a remarkable correspondence with the society’s members, learning about their island, their taste in books, and the impact the recent German occupation has had on their lives. Captivated by their stories, she sets sail for Guernsey, and what she finds will change her forever.

The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George 

Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. Using his intuitive feel for the exact book a reader needs, Perdu mends broken hearts and souls. The only person he can't seem to heal through literature is himself; he's still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened.

After Perdu is finally tempted to read the letter, he hauls anchor and departs on a mission to the south of France, hoping to make peace with his loss and discover the end of the story. Joined by a bestselling but blocked author and a lovelorn Italian chef, Perdu travels along the country’s rivers, dispensing his wisdom and his books, showing that the literary world can take the human soul on a journey to heal itself.

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in my jasipercabeth feels so here’s how they fell in love

these are all part of a bigger jasipercabeth fic i’m working on that i’ll post on ao3 so let me know if you like what you see so far

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Annabeth Being In Love With Percy

Annabeth had been helplessly in love with Percy Jackson since they were twelve years old. He had been drenched to the bone, covered in monster dust and crying deliriously as Grover and Annabeth supported him, and yet Annabeth could tell. This one was dangerous. This one was someone you should be afraid of.

So naturally she adored him. He was the cutest, dorkiest, most powerful person Annabeth had ever met. He knew everything there was to know about dinosaurs (because he had been really into them as a kid) and could destroy the entire water system in a forty story building with a sneeze; what wasn't to love? Even before he was claimed as the son of Poseidon, Grover use to whine to Annabeth via Iris message about how his new half blood was a complete nerd about ocean life and marine biology.

"Seriously, Annabeth. Today, out of nowhere, he told me that tiger sharks are a species of requiem sharks and the only extant member of the genus Galeocerdo. What the heck is a requiem shark?! And then! He pronounced Galeocerdo no problem and then messed up the word the. The, Annabeth!"

So Annabeth knew without a doubt she was screwed as soon as she saw him. It was Romeo and Juliet from the very beginning, she was a daughter of Athena, he was a son of Poseidon, they were doomed in every sense of the word. But Percy was stubborn and Annabeth was in love so they plowed through anyways.

And Hera took him from her.

The months when Percy was missing were the scariest, darkest months of Annabeth's life and she had been through Tartarus. Even looking back, she ranked those months as the worst months of her life. Her sleep schedule was non existent, she rarely ate full meals and she took on any and every monster that crossed her path. She turned darker than she thought she could go as she asked/begged/tortured for information on where Percy was.

Without Percy by her side, Annabeth felt like half a person and half a maniac. Percy had kept her grounded, kept her level, kept her sane. Without him, she was going crazy. She gave up on meaningless camp activities, isolated herself from her siblings and camp friends, anything that had nothing to do with finding Percy wasn't worth her time or interest and soon, people gave up on helping her. There was only so much they could do for someone who didn't want to be helped.

And then Jason remembered.

He remembered where he came from and they fit all the pieces together; everything pointed to Percy being at Camp Jupiter and yet, Annabeth still went out on search and rescue missions. She canvased all of New York as she waited impatiently for the Argo II to be finished. When they did finally start their journey to California, it took all of her will power to be the leader that her crew needed. Being level headed hadn't come easily to her in the last few months and with every mile they traveled closer to California, her skin crawled.

How many times had they been in California without realizing there was an entire camp only a few miles away? Hell, Annabeth had lived in California and never seen a camp or camper aside from Thalia and Luke.

When they finally made it, Annabeth nearly jumped ship on sight. She was so close. He was so close. Everything in her needed him to be here. She couldn't take it if he wasn't. Arguing with Terminus used the last of her strength and by the time she got to the ground, Annabeth had tunnel vision as she swept the sea of Roman faces looking for the Greek.

There.

Messy black hair, troublemaker smile, sea green eyes. He was here. He was alive. He was safe. Annabeth didn't care about protocols or first impressions or manners, she didn't care because he was in front of her and she needed to be closer. She sprinted without a thought to crash into him, jumping on him with all the trust in the world as she hugged him tightly. Percy caught her without trouble, as he always had, and his arms circled around her just as tightly.

"I missed you so much," he breathed out but Annabeth could only let out a wet, raw sob of absolute relief as a reply. Pulling apart just enough to sit up in his hold, Annabeth kissed him with every emotion in her. His lips still tasted the same, like sea salt, and she lost herself in the intense familiarity. When they finally separated and Annabeth's feet were back on solid ground, Percy's hands cupping her face, Annabeth felt her soul return to her body. She felt the very essence of herself fit back inside her mind and she blinked.

The next second, Percy had been judo flipped to the cobblestones and she had her knee on his chest, her forearm against his throat as she choked on white hot tears of anger. Percy laughed as the wind returned to his lungs.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know. Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth's roar of anger dulled and she stood up, taking her knee off his chest and her arm away from his throat, offering him a hand up instead. Percy got to his feet and adjusted his grip on her hand so they were holding hands, fingers laced together like they were made especially for one another. Annabeth took a deep breath as Percy pulled her into his side and the smell of sea salt, sweat, metal and the beach filled her nose, grounding her even more.

Being in love with Percy Jackson was the best thing to happen to her.

Percy Being In Love With Annabeth

Percy knew Annabeth was pretty, the very sight of her made his heart stutter all the time, but never had she looked more beautiful than when he thought he had lost her. They were picking up the Di Angelo siblings and Annabeth, always the bravest of them all, went toppling over the cliff. Percy nearly screamed his lungs raw.

It had all been down hill from there; his love and adoration for the blonde had just snowballed. He fell helplessly in love with her, with every aspect of her. He loved her eyes, her laugh, her hair, her sense of humor, her hatred of the gods, her ability to make everything else matter significantly less, her knowledge, her nerdy comments, her ability to put up with him. Everything about Annabeth was perfect.

So when his memories were just gone and he woke up with nothing but a name, invincible skin and a streak of gray hair, Percy fought his way to a laptop. He must have Googled 'Annabeth' at least thirteen times and every single time it was vague and there was hardly any information. Many a library computer had fallen victim to his frustration and Percy started making his way to Camp Jupiter, looking for any sign or information on 'Annabeth' as he went.

Nobody at camp knew of an Annabeth but he was certain that they had met at a camp, pretty similar to Camp Jupiter too. Everybody he met, he asked about Annabeth. He wasn't exactly sure who she was to him but he knew that his entire being ached with the distance between them, he missed her so badly his chest felt like it was about to cave in, he loved her very much, impossibly so.

The streak in his hair had something to do with Annabeth, camp had something to do with Annabeth, hell, even the entire state of California screamed Annabeth at him. She was so involved with every aspect of his life, it seemed like it would have been impossible to get rid of her. Like, even if she had dumped him or they didn't talk anymore, Percy would have seen her everywhere in everything and everyone.

Memories of Annabeth were the first thing to return. It was like somebody was playing a slideshow in his brain because every time he remembered something, a flood of images of the same blond girl would accompany the memory. Annabeth, sitting on the beach and burying her toes in the sand, Annabeth, laughing and singing around a campfire, Annabeth, sleepy and soft in the bed next to him with moonlight beaming across her face, Annabeth, eating blue birthday cake and making faces at him from across an apartment full of blurry faces. Annabeth.

Percy didn't want to sacrifice the quest and leave Hazel and Frank on their own, that would be a dick move. But he remembered Annabeth. He knew who she was, he knew he had to find her, he knew he loved her more than life itself. He knew she was in New York.

When more memories returned, memories of quests and camp and friends and death and his mom and Paul, Percy found it harder and harder to keep his focus on the quest and not on the fastest way back to New York. He calculated distances and bus fares and how fast he could get there by boat, how fast by car, how fast by train. He needed to know how far he was from her and how soon he could get back to her at any given time. It gave him a very vague sense of comfort that he knew who she was and where she was, where he was supposed to be.

After the quest was over, when Hazel and Frank had come back from dragging the Giant into Canada and being ninety percent sure Percy had toppled to his death over a cliff, Percy considered jetting off to New York right away. His heart ached with how much he longed for the comfort of home and Annabeth. Annabeth.

But he had gone back to camp with Frank and Hazel, helped them fight the army and hold the camp. Once again, he had played the part of a good soldier and fought to save a camp, playing into his gods chosen role and making his skin crawl in the process. Percy remembered feeling something inside of him snap around his third monster of the battle, the feeling that these monsters were keeping him from seeing Annabeth made his brain fuzzy with frustration until eventually, he only saw red. Waves of water washed over the camp in a relentless fury, pounding monsters to the ground over and over again as Percy slashed and stabbed and sliced through them like they were pigeons.

He thinks he collapsed with exhaustion after that because he dreamed of Annabeth, of everything they had gone through together over the years. He saw their first quest and the lotus casino, setting animals free in St. Louis, falling from the Arch, the Sea of Monsters and the Golden Fleece, saving Thalia and rescuing Nico and Bianca, losing Bianca, losing Nico, losing Zoe, holding the sky and getting matching gray streaks, traveling the Labyrinth, meeting deranged family members, their first kiss, being blown out of a volcano, becoming invincible, the Battle of Manhattan, losing Luke, losing more campers than they should have, their underwater kiss.

When he woke up, his heart felt like somebody was holding it in their fist. He had dried tears on his face. He felt heavy with exhaustion but he dragged himself from the bed and took a bath, the water lessening his exhaustion immensely, before tugging on clean clothes. He was all set to go to New York right then and there without breakfast or telling anyone or getting any help, he just didn't think he could take being away from Annabeth for another day. It had already been far too long and he could feel his self control slipping out of his grasp.

And then Frank dropped by and he was pushed into a senate meeting and then a scroll was dropping into his lap and Annabeth was coming to him. Annabeth was coming to him.

She was almost there. He just had to wait a little while longer. He just had to walk down to the valley. He just had to make it fifty or so yards. He just had to wait for her to climb down a ladder. He couldn't wait.

There was a clear divide between the Romans and the Greeks but Percy only saw her. Everything that had happened to him over the last few weeks meant nothing, his exhaustion was gone, he wasn't hungry, he wasn't anything because nothing mattered except for the fact that Annabeth was here. She had found him. She was here.

Annabeth sprinted at him and Percy caught her as easily as breathing, his arms crushing her into him as she wrapped him up in her legs and arms like she couldn't bear not touching him with every part of her body. Percy's eyes watered and his body flooded with emotions he couldn't and wouldn't make sense of as he held on to Annabeth like she was his soul life line.

"I missed you so much," was all he could manage as he gripped her tightly. He felt more than heard her sob into his shoulder and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his grip impossibly. Annabeth sat up in his hold and kissed him and Percy felt like his brain was going to explode from how familiar it all was to hold her and kiss her and be with her. It had felt so wrong being on a quest without her, so wrong being at a camp without her, so wrong being in California without her. But now, she was here and everything was so, so right.

Kissing Annabeth was right. So he did. Until neither one of them could breathe anymore. When she pulled away and Percy slowly put her down, moving his hands up to hold her face, he felt his self control slide back into his skin, the reins falling into his hands.

And then Annabeth judo flipped him.

Percy laughed. He couldn't help it. Judo flipping him after kissing him was so entirely Annabeth it made his head spin with giddiness, with recognition, with love.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know," Percy cut her off with a grin. "Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth had pulled away, stood up, offered her hand just as she had done dozens of times before when they had sparred and she always beat him. Percy got to his feet and wove their fingers together, squeezing her hand and pulling her into his side because he missed her godsdammit and he didn't think he could handle not touching her after months of being separated.

Being in love with Annabeth Chase was something so familiar and easy to Percy it was like breathing.

Piper Falling In Love With Jason

Even knowing that everything she had "experienced" with Jason had been nothing but a trick of the mist, Piper couldn't help falling in love with him. He was kind and caring, sweet and fierce. Everything Piper needed, she could find in Jason.

She could pinpoint the exact moment she realized she was still in love with him.

Over their quest, she convinced herself that they were just at the beginning of their relationship again. Using that logic, is was easy to be friends with Jason. They avoided death together every couple of hours, they could be friends. It was easy. Leo used humor as his coping mechanism and Piper rolled with it, making jokes and laughing with the guys as they ate tacos in a sewer. Jason, proving that ignorance was bliss, laughed with them and cracked his own jokes. When all was said and done, and they were on their way back to camp, Piper ended up leaning against Jason. She was exhausted but her mind was still coursing with adrenaline, no way for her to fall asleep until it stopped, and Jason held out his hand, palm up. Piper looked up at him and found the same soft, caring and open face that she had "imagined" on the roof top.

"Come on, Pipes. We fought a titan together, you shouldn't be scared of my hand," he teased, nudging her shoulder with his. Piper smiled and laced their fingers together. When they got back to camp, Piper was finally exhausted and after telling Chiron everything, he sent them to their cabins to rest. Piper managed a shower and some clean pajamas before falling onto her bed, expecting to fall asleep right away, but she lay tossing and turning for a few minutes before recognizing the panic in her chest.

Huffing angrily, she hauled herself out of her bed and made her way across the little half circle of cabins to the Hephaestus cabin. She knocked, but only because she was scared that if she didn't the door knob would burn her hand to a crisp or launch a net over her or something. It opened a few seconds later and Piper slid inside easily.

"Can I help you?" A voice asked in the dim orange lighting that looked like lava but was probably more like melted metal.

"I can't sleep and I think it's because I don't know where Leo is. Well, I know where he is but I have to see it with my own eyes so I don't have a panic attack and freak out like a total spaz or something."

"Post quest anxiety," the voice said in understanding. "His bunk is over there." A laser beam pointed to a bunk and Piper slipped across the floor carefully. Leo was passed out on his bed, grease still smudging his fingers and cheeks but Piper was pretty sure it was a permanent part of his skin at this point, and she let out a breath she hadn't known had been building in her chest. Leo apparently hadn't been as lucky as her and he was still in his clothes, tool belt and all as he lay diagonally on his bed.

Piper untied his shoes and tugged them off, shoving them under his bed before taking his tool belt and draping it over the end of his bed. She scooped him up like the sack of flour that he was and put him on the bed correctly, tugging his blanket over him before brushing some of his curls from his face. Even if her time with Jason at the Wilderness school had been nothing but a false memory, the ones with Leo had been real. He was like her little brother.

Making sure Leo was safe and still asleep, Piper bid the counselor good night and slipped back outside, making her way to the Zeus cabin as a bit of the anxiety in her chest lessened. A pair of sock clad feet were dangling from the roof and Piper let herself inside the cabin before climbing up to the roof via the massive statue in the middle of the cabin. Shuffling over to the edge, Piper sat down next to Jason. The harpies were circling the camp but every time they tried to get close to Jason a gust of wind sent them somersaulting away and eventually they left him alone all together.

Piper looked out at the beach, waves lapping at the sand and making the moonlight dance on it's rippling surface. It made her heart hurt for Malibu and home, where her dad was still healing under Hedge's orders. The sky, which should have been too polluted this close to the city, was incredibly clear and Piper could find constellations easily, Greek and Cherokee alike. It was deceptively peaceful.

"Can't sleep?" Piper asked softly as her eyes flicked from constellation to constellation.

"Remembering too much," Jason replied in the same soft tone, and didn't that just stab Piper in the chest? Her heart clenched at what Jason could be remembering, a girlfriend probably knowing her luck, but she pushed it down, remembering that they were just friends now and that even if they weren't, Jason getting his memory back was an amazing thing.

"You think that if you go to sleep, you'll stop remembering," Piper deduced, finding the Delphinus constellation above her. Jason was quiet, not answering for a beat, before he gave a single nod that Piper saw out of the corner of her eye. Piper stayed quiet as she found the Orion and Aquila constellations. Focusing on the stars and not on the feeling growing in her stomach, Piper spoke. "What if you go to sleep, and you keep remembering?" Jason turned to look at her but Piper kept her gaze on the stars, looking for the Perseus constellation now. "What if, you go to sleep and your life plays like a movie in your dreams and when you wake up, you're Jason Grace?" Piper could practically hear Jason's brain working to think of a response, she could picture the look on his face without turning around which was good because she was pretty sure that if she looked at him she would start crying.

"I don't think I'm willing to risk that," he finally said. Piper's shoulders grew heavier.

"I need you to," she told him, finally turning away from the stars to make herself look him in the eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with. The eyes she had looked at so many times before. The eyes she had false memories of looking at her. "I need you to risk it because if you can't sleep, I can't sleep and I'm tired, Jason. I'm so tired," she admitted, eyes watering at the honesty she hadn't even let herself believe until that moment. Jason's eyes, the ones she had fallen in love with, the ones she had looked at so many times before, the ones she had false memories of, turned soft and held nothing but care as he got to his feet and lifted Piper into his arms.

She closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks, and looped her arms around his neck as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Jason floated down to the cabin floor below and carried Piper to a section that was away from the statue's creepy eyes. He sat on the floor, Piper in his lap, and hugged her. Piper tried not to cry, she tried to stop the tears that kept falling, but it was futile and she ended up whimpering into Jason's shoulder as the full force of her emotions, which were dialed to eleven because of who her mom was, crashed over her.

Jason held her until her body stopped shaking on it's own, until her cheeks were dry, until she was no longer hiding her face in his shirt but trying not to look at his eyes. She felt the wind return under her and they were flying again, this time Jason landing in front of the Aphrodite cabin, Piper still in his arms, and he pushed the door open with a small gust. He walked to her bed and laid her down gently, tugged the blanket up around her and made sure she was all set before sitting on the side of her bed and tilting her chin so she was looking him in the eyes. Every single false memory Piper had ever had with Jason was wiped clean and replaced with the way his eyes looked right then. They were full of pain and anger but not at her. For her.

"Go to sleep, Piper," his voice was barely above a whisper since Piper's siblings were sleeping all around them, but Piper felt her heart beat steady nonetheless. "I'm right here." Piper was flooded with warmth as the promise slipped past his lips and his fingers disappeared from under her chin, finding her own on top of her blanket and lacing them together.

"Goodnight, sparky," Piper whispered as her eyes became heavy and the anxiety in her chest disappeared completely, replaced with nothing but love for the blonde sat beside her.

"Goodnight, sleep tight, beauty queen."

Jason Falling In Love With Piper

Jason didn't remember Piper but he liked her. She was pretty and smart and always so ready to fight; like an angry chihuahua. He liked the little braids in her hair and the feather she had woven in, the colorful threads that wound around little sections. She was so colorful all the time, despite trying to downplay her looks and make herself appear as unappealing as possible. Jason liked it.

After going on a quest with her and trusting her with his life without a doubt more times than Jason could pinpoint, it seemed natural to align himself with the Aphrodite cabin. Since he was the only child of Jupiter, Zeus always made his head feel fuzzy, he got to make his own schedule and doing everything with Piper seemed like second nature so he joined the Aphrodite cabin as they scaled the lava wall, practiced their archery, partook in aerial combat practice with the pegasi, picked strawberries in the fields, and made arts and crafts that they usually decorated their cabin with.

Piper was competitive, a trait that made Jason's stomach do acrobatics every time she grinned at him in challenge, and she always raced against him in camp activities. They practically flew up the lava wall as they grinned and tried to kick the other, more arrows had gotten damaged during the Aphrodite/Zeus lesson than any other time in camp history, and Jason always triumphed over Piper in arts and crafts.

Sometimes, after the day had died down, Jason and Piper would sneak out of their cabins to sit on the beach. Jason liked to listen to Piper tell him the Cherokee stories about the constellations and the ocean and more often than not, he wound up laying with his head in her lap as she talked and pointed to the sky. It became a regular thing as they waited for Leo and his siblings to finish the Argo II.

One night, when they were sitting on the beach and looking at the stars as Piper's hands carded through Jason's hair, Jason told Piper he wished she was more free. They had been worried all day about Leo finishing the ship in time and even now, sitting on the sand and looking at the ocean, their shoulders were heavy with anxieties. Jason had told Piper what he remembered of Camp Jupiter and she had listened and played with his hair, smiling every time Jason's body started to buzz with electricity from his excitement about talking about his friends, electricity that made Piper's hair float out like somebody was holding a balloon above her head. They had fallen into a comfortable silence but Jason's mind was still whirring with a million thoughts a minute, despite the relaxed state his body was in, and he spoke up.

"You can be beautiful," Jason said, bringing Piper's kaleidoscope eyes to his face. Piper tilted her head with confusion, an amused smile on her lips.

"Thank you?"

"No, I mean, you are allowed to be beautiful," Jason tried again, huffing in frustration when it still didn't come  out like how he meant it. Piper didn't say anything as she waited for him to calm down enough to straighten out his thoughts, confusion still lingering on her features. "If you like your style right now, that's completely fine too but just because you're a child of Aphrodite doesn't mean you aren't as tough as the Ares cabin. You can wear makeup and designer clothes and bash in skulls too." Something in Piper's eyes shifted and she returned her hand to carding through Jason's hair. "I mean, only if you want to. You don't have to, I just think that-" Piper pressed a finger to his lips, effectively silencing his nervous rambling, before returning her hand to his hair, eyes looking out at the ocean again.

"I used to cut my own hair because I didn't want to look like my dad," Piper started. "He was handsome, radiated power, attracted attention everywhere he went. I didn't want to live in his shadow as just another pretty, spoiled rich kid. So I cut my hair, I wore ripped clothes, I tried to hide from the media. I got shipped off to boarding schools because I would get in trouble and there, my style was rebellious and wild. It gave me an edge that I could use to just survive in those places. At Wilderness, Leo used to give me some of his hand me downs so my street kid look would be authentic. He said, "Your clothes have to say 'hey, I've seen things', mami."

Piper took a breather for a second as she smiled at the memory, Jason laying patiently as he looked up at her face. She was looking at the ocean in front of them so he could technically see right up her nose, but he liked to look at her almond shaped eyes and long eyelashes instead. She was always so pretty no matter how he looked at her and Jason would never get tired of looking at her.

"I think I'm still trying to survive," she finally said. "We're about to go on another quest, we're leaving the safety of camp, we're definitely going to be fighting for our lives, now isn't the time to become a different person. I like other clothes, I thought about growing my hair out, the makeup is growing on me, but the timing isn't in my favor. Maybe after," she said lightly, like she wasn't sure after was a guaranteed deal.

Jason was hopelessly, irretrievably, and completely in love with her.

"You're so smart," he complimented, turning so he could loop his arms around her waist, head resting on her thigh as he faced her stomach, looking up at her face with nothing but fondness. Piper smiled down at him as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Is this just your way of trying to see me in a sundress?" She teased.

"Maybe." Piper laughed, tilting her head back and full on laughing as Jason grinned and chuckled with her.

Piper Falling In Love With Annabeth

Piper apparently had a thing for blonds. Her appreciation for Jason's hair hadn't gone unnoticed by her boyfriend and she usually ran her hands through it while they were sitting on the beach or laying in bed, Jason leaning into the touch without a second thought.

But Annabeth's hair was also blond. And it was long, and curly and absolutely begging for help in that dreadful ponytail.

"Alright, Annabeth," Piper sighed as she hefted a bag full of hair supplies onto the girl's bed, "go take a shower so I can take care of this mess you call hair."

"What?"

"I'm teaching you proper hair care, now go," Piper chided, flopping onto Annabeth's bed and opening a magazine so Annabeth couldn't argue. The blond had been so sleep deprived lately that Piper doubted she had the strength to construct an argument but she didn't give her room to, reading the latest on Paris fashion trends as Annabeth headed for the shower building.

Piper was still on Annabeth's bed, now talking with one of Annabeth's sisters about eyeshadow pallets, when Annabeth shuffled back in, more tired than before but now fresh from the shower. She had already changed into pajamas despite the fact that it was only four in the afternoon and Piper tracked her as she walked across the cabin in her shorts and Hoover dam t-shirt, hair twisted up in her towel as she dumped her dirty clothes into her trunk.

"Come sit," Piper instructed as she pat the spot next to her. "Now, I'm going to show you everything and tell you what it's for and what order to use it in but I don't think you're going to retain any of this information because you're tired. Ready?"

"Uh-huh," Annabeth managed, eyes blinking heavily. Piper showed her the products she was using, how much she was using and explained what they did as she brushed them through Annabeth's hair with her fingers, working the products into it carefully. Annabeth's head was like a loose bobble head as she let Piper maneuver her however she wished. Every time Piper's nails lightly scratched her scalp, Annabeth's eyes rolled to the back of her head before closing all together in bliss.

"Now, to keep all of my hard work safe from that horrendous ponytail you insist on wearing, we're going to try a different hair style. Still out of your face but protective of your curls," Piper promised as she dropped the bottle of product she finished using into the bag. Annabeth just nodded and Piper pulled a pencil from the bag, separating Annabeth's hair into five separate sections, two small groupings on the sides and one bigger one down the middle.

Fingers gently separating the first section into three pieces, Piper began braiding close to Annabeth's scalp in a corn row fashion. Once the braid was away from Annabeth's scalp, Piper's fingers flew and she finished it in no time, tying it off with one of the miniature elastics she had packed. Doing the same with the other small braids, Piper tied them off before doing the bigger braid, making it look more like a French braid than a cornrow. She added a bit of volume before tucking silver hoops, some with feather charms, into the braids and a few silver coils over the elastics.

"There we go. All finished, honey," Piper said, patting Annabeth's shoulders gently as she looked at her handiwork and passed Annabeth a magic mirror courtesy of the Aphrodite cabin that showed the back of your head instead of your face.

"Wow, that's amazing," Annabeth praised, turning her head every which way to look at the braids.

"Thank you, thank you. I have become very crafty with braids now that most of my cabin partakes in combat training. But this was an Annabeth special," Piper winked as Annabeth moved so her back was no longer towards Piper and wow. Piper had known that Annabeth was a pretty girl and that her own handiwork in her hair was pretty fabulous but seeing her from the front, it was like a love bomb had gone off in Piper's face. She was pretty sure her pupils were in the shape of hearts as she looked at Annabeth, her face framed by the braids and making her look every bit the warrior she was.

"Thank you, Pipes."

"Anytime, honey. I am going to leave all of this stuff with you and we can go over it next time you have to do your hair. Those braids should hold for a few days though," Piper explained as she put the bag of products and elastics into Annabeth's trunk, recovering her composure long enough to make her escape. "I have to go do a cabin check before dinner but I want to see Percy's reaction so don't get to the pavilion before I do, 'kay?"

"I won't," Annabeth promised with a nod as Piper backed towards the cabin door.

"Awesome. Bye, honey!" Piper called over her shoulder as she jumped down the steps and jogged across the grass. Gods help her, she was in love with Annabeth Chase.

Annabeth Falling In Love With Piper

When Annabeth realized she was in love with Piper, it hit her like a brick wall. They were sitting at a dining table in the pavilion, coffee mugs in hand as they watched the ocean and the rest of the camp slowly wake up. Annabeth had woken up around midnight with nightmares, staying up until three a.m. re-reading some of the books in her cabin before slipping into the arena around three thirty to spar with one of the dummies. Piper had joined her around four a.m., her hair messy and wearing only a tank top and a pair of boxers, but her dagger in hand. Annabeth spent an hour teaching her a few moves before they both hit the showers.

Now, with Piper sat behind her on the bench, fingers buried in her blond locks as she braided Annabeth's hair for her, Annabeth felt so content her head cleared.

And that was when it hit her.

She was in love with Piper.

Whirling around with her gray eyes blown wide open, Annabeth came face to face with a pouting Piper, hands still held in the air where she had been braiding. At the blond's panicked look, Piper tilted her head with confusion and concern.

"I'm in love with you," Annabeth said before Piper could ask anything. Piper's confusion and concern melted into a soft look, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked at Annabeth.  

"I'm in love with you too." Piper cupped her face with one hand, leaning forward to press a gentle, strawberry Chapstick flavored kiss to her lips. "But you really need to get more sleep, honey. You would have figured that out a long time ago if you were sleeping right. Now turn around so I can finish your hair before breakfast," Piper chided, waving her hand in the air to make her point as she lifted her mug to her lips to take another sip of her tea. Annabeth did as she was told, eyes still wide with her realization and cheeks still pink from being kissed by Piper, and Piper's hands returned to the messy and loose braid.

Percy Falling In Love With Jason

Falling in love with Jason happened on accident. Percy hadn't even considered being not straight, or even polyamorous for that matter, but Jason changed everything. Percy had never really had very many guy friends growing up, it was kind of difficult when you were saving the world every few months, and so he thought that the things he and Jason did together were regular dude things.

Teaching your bro how to skate? Completely platonic. Getting pizza with your best friend? What a nice way to hang out. Catching a late night movie in a completely empty theater where you sat right next to each other and definitely jumped into his arms when you got jump scared by a man wearing a ghost face mask? Just doing what bros do.

So why was Percy staring at the spot where Jason's shirt had slipped up to reveal an inch of skin like it was a blue cookie fresh from the oven? He was pretty sure he was drooling. Finding your bro attractive was a normal thing, right? Like, Percy could objectively acknowledge that Jason was a good looking guy in a completely normal bro way. Right?

"Hey, Jackson! You gonna stand there gawking all day or are you going to come fight me?" Jason called with a smile as he took a step back in the arena, armor now settled over his t-shirt and his gladius in hand. Percy blushed but quickly tried to hide it by grabbing his own armor, pulling Riptide from his pocket and heading for the arena.

Later, when Percy had begged off of arts and crafts and went for a swim instead, Percy sat on the bottom of the ocean and thought about Jason. He had an octopus climbing across his shoulders and up and down his arms, a blob fish in his lap like a cat and minnows darting in and out of his hair, playing peek a boo with each other, as he pondered his feelings for Jason. Usually, when faced with emotions or feelings he didn't recognize or understand, Percy would solve the problem one of two ways. He either ignored it until it figured itself out, or, he talked with Annabeth.

But these thoughts and feelings were filling his body with nervous energy that gave him anxiety and Annabeth was out on her first official date with Piper so Percy was left on his own to figure it out.

"What do you think, Victoria?" Percy spoke aloud, the octopus perking up at her name. "I mean, Jason is an attractive dude, obviously. Anybody who has eyes can see that. But do I think that because I have eyes or do I think that because I wanna smash our faces together?" Percy huffed and rolled his eyes at Victoria's reply. "I hypothetically wanna smash our faces together," he corrected. The blob fish on his lap butted in. "No, it's not just his looks. I don't think so. I mean, I love the guy, he's my bro, and he's just a super cool dude in general. Like, he can draw really well and is weirdly good at arts and crafts. The other day, he made a portrait of Chiron out of pasta noodles. Pasta noodles, Tony!" Percy smiled. He had been thoroughly impressed with the portrait and Chiron had framed it. "He's a major nerd too, like Annabeth. He likes to learn about all the architecture stuff she does and he likes to listen to Piper's Cherokee stories. I don't think he's ever been outside of Camp Jupiter aside from the whole Titan war and questing thing so he likes to learn about new things and travel a lot. Plus, he can use his powers all the time now. The losers at Camp Jupiter weren't very crazy about him being Jupiter's kid but I think it's really cool the stuff he can do. I mean, he can fly. That's amazing! Plus, because he's a giant nerd, he pretends he's Superman sometimes," Percy snorted, shaking his head. Victoria wiggled her head as she climbed up his arm. Percy fixed her with a look at her input. "I'm not in- oh my gods, I'm in love with him."

Percy had never had a boyfriend before so he wasn't sure how to ask Jason out. He knew he could probably ask Annabeth or Piper for advice but this was something he didn't want to share until he knew Jason felt the same. It felt too vulnerable, too fragile, to risk it by speaking it aloud. The answer to Percy's dilemma appeared when not even two days later, Toni the tiger shark from the aquarium, was about to have shark pups.

So Percy dragged Jason out of bed at two a.m. to break into the aquarium to watch Toni have babies. He had put thought into the event, stashed a blanket and Jason's favorite snacks in his locker until it was time, and Percy was rewarded for his actions with Jason looking at the sharks in absolute awe. Jason listened to him ramble about tiger sharks happily and Percy was more than willing to answer Jason's questions and fix his pronunciation. It made him happy to see Jason enjoying the same things he did, to share his interest in animals and marine life.

They watched the baby sharks hatch and then Percy showed him how to open the remaining eggs to help the baby sharks slide out. They named all eighteen of them, making different fish puns and causing the other to burst into happy giggles at the truly terrible ones, before Toni started popping out her pups left and right. Another thirty seven tiger shark pups joined the tank and Jason and Percy named all of those ones too before feeding Toni some more cereal and making their way back to camp.

The closer they got to camp, the more nervous Percy got. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his palms were sweaty, his stomach tying itself in knots as he tried to bring up the fact that he was pretty certain he was head over heels for Jason. He had grabbed Jason's hand when they got off the subway and it was a comforting weight that kept him tied to reality. When they got to the hill that looked out over the camp and used to be home to Thalia's pine but now held the Golden Fleece, Percy tugged Jason back.

He wasn't sure what he was going to say yet but he knew he didn't want this to end just yet. Jason looked at him with slight concern and confusion as he turned to face him.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Percy assured, brushing the concern off as he fought himself looking for the words. "It's just," Percy huffed in frustration, his brain unable to focus or form a complete sentence. Jason turned around all the way and squeezed his hand.

"Take a breath," Jason told him sternly, Percy doing as he said immediately and feeling his shoulders relax a bit. "Try again when you're ready," Jason told him before yawning, pushing his gold wire rimmed glasses up his face from where they had slipped down. Percy couldn't stop looking at him as he took deliberate breaths. Jason was so pretty in the shaded morning light, eyes blinking heavily with tiredness as he made a fist and rubbed at his eyes like a toddler would.

Percy couldn't help himself. Jason looked so perfect and domestic and soft in the light that he just had to kiss him. The hand that wasn't holding Jason's cupped his face as Percy's lips crashed onto Jason's. Percy knew he had caught him off guard but he couldn't help it, and when Jason started kissing him back, Percy's brain exploded. He could faintly register Jason's free hand falling to his hip and he leaned into Jason a little more. Jason's skin was starting to tingle under Percy's finger tips, a sure sign that he was getting to excited about something and lightning bolts would start arcing off of him soon, and Percy pulled away to catch his breath, resting his forehead on Jason's to ground himself and hopefully Jason too. They didn't need a forest fire this morning.

"Yeah?" Percy asked quietly in the small space between them, lips now red and slick from kissing Jason. One word was all he could manage but it was jam packed full of other ones. Jason understood.

"Yeah," he nodded in response as he smiled at Percy, the teen unable to stop his own grin. Jason closed the space between them again, kissing Percy once more and making Percy's skin tingle from where he was touching him.

Jason Grace liked him too.

Jason Falling In Love With Percy

Something about people who looked like Greek gods made Jason fall head over heels in love with them.

Piper's reddish gold skin and shaggy dark brown hair made her look like a goddess in her own right, not to mention her kaleidoscope eyes that made Jason dizzy with color every time he looked at them. He was rarely not looking at them to be honest. Now that the quest was over, she had started wearing different clothes and letting her hair grow out, experimenting with the make up so readily available to her in the Aphrodite cabin. She was more and more breath taking each day as she discovered more about herself and became more confident in her own skin.

Percy was beautiful in a different way, though he still looked every bit as godly as Piper did. Percy skin was more brownish gold and his hair was the color of coal, wavy from all the sea water in it all the time, and his eyes changed from light and green to dark and blue in a second. Jason liked to watch his eyes shift, the light sea green turning into stormy dark blue when someone said something wrong or made a move that Percy didn't like. He was as wild and untamable as the ocean itself, crashing into people and knocking them off their feet, quenching the very breath from their lungs as he pounded against them relentlessly. Even owning all of this power, Percy was usually a babbling brook of a person, making people laugh and smile as he acted a goof.

So, really, nobody could blame Jason for falling in love with him.

He realized he was hopelessly in love with his bro when Percy dragged him to the aquarium at two a.m. one morning to watch tiger shark pups hatch.

"Pst," a voice whispered directly into Jason's ear. Jason barely stopped himself from blasting them away with a gust of wind when he remembered he was at camp. "Jason," the voice whispered in a sing song voice. "Jasonnnn," they drew his name out. Jason finally gave a groan and rolled onto his back, blinking tired eyes open to find Percy's grinning face hovering a few centimeters above his, their noses almost touching. "Do you want to go watch anywhere from ten to eighty two tiger shark pups swim out of their mom with me?"

Five minutes later and Jason was sat on the subway, still in his pajamas, with a happy Percy next to him. Jason was pointedly trying to ignore the homeless man making prison ramen in the corner and listened in a tired haze as Percy talked about tiger sharks in an endless stream of knowledge that rivaled some of Annabeth's rants.

The entire subway trip was Percy practically vibrating out of his skin with excitement and listing off facts about Toni, the tiger shark at the aquarium, that Jason was pretty sure weren't real (no way this shark liked frosted flakes). As they deboarded the train, Percy grabbed Jason's hand and tugged him along as he tried not to run but failed the last two blocks to the aquarium.

"Are we supposed to be here?" Jason asked as Percy pulled a key ring from his pocket and started flipping through them. Percy grinned up at him as he picked a key, pushing it into the lock.

"We are not not supposed to be here," Percy replied as he leaned on the door, pushing it open and walking backwards into the building as he tugged Jason inside with him. Jason's stomach did a complicated acrobatic routine as his heart rate sped up. Locking the door behind them, Percy put the keys back into his pocket before grabbing hold of Jason's hand again and jogging through the aquarium to the Gulfs wing.

The aquarium was darker than usual and Jason couldn't see very well but Percy didn't seem to have the same problem as he led them through the exhibits. Jason was pretty sure the teen could do it with his eyes closed and still get to where they were supposed to go but when Percy looked over his shoulder to smile and check that Jason was still with him, Jason's heart stuttered at the glowing green eyes that met his. Annabeth had mentioned that Percy's eyes sometimes looked like they were glowing but there was no denying or waving it away this time, his eyes a very clear halo of light green as he tugged Jason after him.

The tiger shark enclosure was a pretty shallow one, the sharks preferring shallow water instead of the deep sea, and there was a shark waiting for them as they jogged up to the tank.

"This is Toni, she's the ho." Percy introduced Jason as he grinned with excitement down at the tank, sticking his hand into the water and petting the shark like it was a cat.

"Hi Toni," Jason greeted as he looked at the shark with awe. No matter how many times he had been to the aquarium with Percy, sharks always managed to amaze him. They were so deadly and powerful and yet, turned into complete puppies when Percy was around.

"Tiger sharks incubate their pups in eggs inside of them and then the pups hatch inside of them and the mom shark gives birth to them," Percy explained. "But an aquarium in Seattle had a tiger shark that died while she was incubating her eggs so now we have a few eggs that survived and they should hatch tonight too." Percy looked like one of the little kids he usually gave a tour to as he looked at the shark eggs piled on the bottom of the tank. Percy gently picked up one of the eggs to show Jason, keeping it in the water as he held it with two fingers. "People call shark eggs mermaid purses because of what they look like but I've never seen a mermaid using one as a purse so I think it's just a human thing. Look, you can see the baby sharks," Percy smiled as he shown a flashlight through the thin shell to show the glow of a baby shark curled up in the shell. Jason looked at the egg with amazement, the baby shark looking like a baby snake with the way it was curled up. Percy put it back gently before petting Toni again. "Yeah, yeah. I know you're hungry, you're always hungry." Percy grumbled, opening one of the bins next to the tank and pulling out a box of Frosted Flakes.

"You were serious?" Jason asked, looking at the cereal box incredulously. "Toni the tiger shark actually eats Frosted Flakes?" Percy grinned.

"I would never lie to you about that. Tiger sharks eat anything but she really likes Frosted Flakes. You wanna feed her?" Percy held out the cereal box and Jason took it with a nod. Percy showed him how much to shake into his hand before tossing it into the water. The shark moved with a startling amount of speed, snapping up the cereal greedily and looking at Jason for more. They tossed a few more handfuls of cereal into the tank before Percy put the box away and tugged Jason down onto a blanket with some pillows on it next to the tank where they had a perfect view of the eggs.

Percy had planned this. He had laid out a blanket and pillows, brought snacks and soda as an apology for waking Jason up so early. The realization smacked into Jason like a ton of bricks and he blinked in surprise at the raven haired boy laying next to him, eagerly watching the eggs. Jason's chest grew warm and he resituated himself beside Percy so they were both looking at the eggs.

"Can you hear them talking?"

"All the time," Percy nodded. "That egg, on the left," Percy pointed into the tank and Jason nodded, "she's complaining about how cramped it is in her shell. She'll probably be one of the first to hatch. The egg beside her is singing a song they just made up. The egg below it is asking him to stop singing." Jason laughed and Percy smiled. For an hour, they laid on the aquarium floor staring into the tank and talking about fish. Jason liked listening to Percy talk about the aquarium and all the creatures inside that he cared so much about. Every time he asked a question or botched a pronunciation, Percy corrected him gently and waited for him to say it the right way before answering his question.

Finally, around three a.m., the first egg hatched.

"Look!" Jason gasped happily as the first egg split open and a long, baby tiger shark glided out. The boys watched with wide, awe filled eyes as the baby shark sat on the sand, working his gills as he looked around. "That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," Jason admitted as he looked at the baby shark with awe.

"He says thank you," Percy said, grinning as Jason laughed. More eggs started to hatch, baby sharks sitting on the sand as they became aware of their surroundings and new siblings.

"There's no way you guys are keeping all of these sharks in here, right?" Jason asked, eyes looking at the shark pup covered tank floor.

"No, baby tiger sharks are pretty self sufficient after a few hours so we'll release a bunch of them into the ocean tomorrow night. Depending on how many pups Toni has, we might keep all of hers with her here in the tank. Fifteen baby tiger sharks were sat on the sand when Percy moved the remaining few eggs into a smaller tank within the tank. "Since these one's haven't hatched on their own, we'll look inside and if we can see their gills moving and signs of life, we can actually open the eggs for them."

"Seriously?"

"It's like making an omelet," Percy said, making Jason laugh as he picked up a flashlight. "I'm kidding. It's mor like opening a band aid. I'll show you," Percy assured as he held one of the eggs and shown a flash light through it. The baby shark inside was alive, gills working as he sat contentedly in his egg, not saying anything. Percy showed Jason how to separate the egg carefully, peeling it back and letting the baby shark glide out to sit grumpily on the bottom of the tank. They opened two of the other eggs, Percy letting Jason open both, his fingers gently brushing across Jason's as he corrected his hold. Jason's heart was pounding loudly in his chest as they hatched the eggs.

"This is amazing," Jason said softly as he lay on the floor again, watching the baby sharks move around and start to get the full use of their fins with wide eyes. Percy grinned from his seat next to Jason, leaning back on his palms as he watched the sharks.

"You know, you technically get to name them."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Most fish don't give themselves names, it's usually just ancient Greek monster amphibians that do the self dubbing."

"So Patricia," Jason trailed off as he looked up at Percy. Percy blushed a rosy pink as he looked away.

"All me," he admitted, making Jason's smile widen.

"Well, I think we have to name this one Luigi," Jason decided not to tease him mercilessly, pointing to one of the sharks instead. "I mean, he has the mustache and everything." Percy laughed as he looked at the shark Jason was pointing to, nodding his agreement. An hour after they finished naming the sharks, most of them baring some kind of fish pun as a title, Toni started to give birth to her own litter. Jason and Percy watched with childlike excitement as pup after pup swam out into the water and began exploring. Toni ended up having thirty seven pups of her own and the boys immediately named them all after breakfast cereals and foods, dissolving into giggles at each suggestion and bumping their shoulders together.

It was six a.m. by the time they caught the subway back to camp and most of the campers were already awake, stumbling around groggily as they got ready for breakfast. Percy had grabbed Jason's hand when they got off the subway and he was still holding it now as they reached the tree with the Golden Fleece, the dragon guarding it curled around the branch and snoring little flames. Percy tugged Jason back to stop at the top of the hill and Jason's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Percy, tilting his head to the side.

"Okay?" Jason asked, a complicated expression worrying at Percy's features.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just," Percy huffed, frustrated with himself at not finding the right words and Jason turned around fully, squeezing Percy's hand gently.

"Take a breath," Jason instructed, Percy listening and doing so instantly, relaxing a bit. "Try again when you're ready." Jason yawned and pushed his glasses up his nose a bit from where they had slipped down. Percy was watching him, chest rising and falling with deliberate breaths as Jason waited patiently, blinking heavily as the tiredness he had been feeling for a while washed over him and he lifted the hand that wasn't holding Percy's to rub at his eyes.

Percy pushed forwards in one motion and suddenly, a hand was cupping Jason's jaw as lips crashed into his own. Jason's eyes fluttered wide in surprise but he kissed Percy back as soon as his brain caught up with the program, hand fluttering down to rest on Percy's hip. Kissing Percy was dizzying and grounding all at once. Jason felt his skin start to buzz with electricity. When Percy pulled away, pressing their foreheads together, he could feel every molecule of air between them.

"Yeah?" Percy asked softly, everything he had been trying to say forming one question that Jason understood perfectly.

"Yeah," Jason nodded gently, making a grin spread across Percy's lips as his own mouth turned up into a wide smile. He leaned forwards, capturing Percy's lips in another breathtaking, dizzying kiss.

Percy Falling In Love With Piper

Falling in love with Piper was so easy, Percy didn't even realize he was treating her just like Annabeth and Jason until he was kissing her on New Years. She had been sat on his lap, his arm around her waist to keep her in place as he chatted happily with Hazel and Frank while Piper talked with one of her sisters on the other side, and it seemed like second nature to turn and look at her, kiss her when the clock struck midnight.

And then, because it was Piper, there was a moment where Percy felt like they were the only two people in the room. Fireworks exploded, his heart beat so fast he was pretty sure it was going to fly out of his chest, his vision narrowed to just her. It was every cliché in the book as he looked at her, thinking about how right it had felt to kiss her, how right it felt to have her in his lap and in his arms. Memories flickered through his mind of every time they had hung out, laughter and grins and jumping on top of each other flew through his mind and Percy blinked. The world zapped back into focus but he kept his eyes on Piper as he tilted his head to the side.

"I think I might be in love with you," they said at the same time. "Jinx! You owe me a blue coke!" Piper dissolved into laughter as they continued to speak in unison, leaning backwards in Percy's arms as she cackled and he looked at her like she was the ocean personified.

It made sense, being in love with Piper, because they told you to fall in love with your best friend and Piper had been Percy's best friend since day one. They had verbally roasted Octavian for the duration of breakfast with the Romans, bonded over hating sea food, and were on their way to try sledding down the hill on shields when Annabeth and Jason stopped them (they did eventually try sledding and it was a bad idea. A very bad idea).

Even when they were in life or death situations, Piper and Percy grinned like idiots at each other and made movie references as they sliced up monsters or destroyed priceless monuments on accident with nothing more than an "Oops," as they carried on with what they were doing. They volunteered to do supply runs together and always got sidetracked by art stores or live music from buskers or literally a box of puppies once. Even after the quest, when they were safe in New York and California, the two liked to do the shopping for Sally and Paul and usually came back way later than they should have with at least five things that weren't on the list.

Hanging out with Piper filled a void in Percy's chest that he hadn't been aware was there until she was filling it, making him content and calm and happy. She got his humor and made him laugh exactly the same way, she was okay with his need to touch everybody all the time, she liked the same smoothies as him, she was way better at skating than he was, she went surfing with him (and was also way better than him) and taught him how to snowboard.

Piper was the missing piece. How could he not see it earlier? She was the other half of his soul. He loved Piper Mclean.

Piper Falling In Love With Percy

Being friends with Percy had always come easily to Piper, they were nearly the same personalities really, but falling in love with him was so natural Piper didn't even realize it had happened until the clock struck midnight on New Years Eve and her lips were locked with his.

Fireworks exploded, her breath caught in her throat, she was seeing stars and there was an angel choir singing somewhere far above when her lips met his. Piper had never had such a goddess of love moment. When they separated, Piper was dizzy from the rush of oxytocin that was flooding her brain. She was pretty sure Percy had never looked as good as he did right then.

"I think I might be in love with you," they said at the same time. "Jinx! You owe me a blue coke!" Piper dissolved into laughter at their shared feelings, tilting her head back as Percy held her steady in his lap.

It really shouldn't have taken them by surprise, they had always been closer than normal friends but they chalked it up to dating each other's partners and went skating instead of dwelling on it. That was what made their dynamic work so well in the first place, Percy's ability to make everything else seem not as important as it looked. He shrugged his shoulders, slid on a pair of sunglasses and asked if she wanted to go get ice cream.

"The problem will still be there later, Pipes. Ice cream melts, if you want it we have to go get it right now. Like, why aren't you moving yet? I can practically hear the melted drops hitting the sidewalk now."

Piper always said yes because being carefree was addicting. Percy was addicting.

"Hey, I know you're like, super stressed out about this math test, and I promise I'll help you study later, but, like, do you wanna come to the aquarium with me to find out if I can skate on the tanks but underwater?"

And sometimes he was just an idiot. But she liked it. She liked him.

He had stupid ideas and more trauma than a teenager should have, but he was funny and silly and lighthearted and so caring. He was a total mama's boy and literally so head over heels for Annabeth and Jason, his love was practically palpable, and Piper was in love with him.

It seemed like something that should have been a ground breaking realization but Piper just felt like something had finally clicked into place, like everything was finally as it should be.

True facts of the universe:

-the sky is blue

-the grass is green

-Piper is in love with Percy Jackson

Jason Falling In Love With Annabeth

Jason had been in love with Annabeth since the moment he saw her. The day Jason woke up on a bus with no memories and two best friends he didn't know was the day the fierce, terrifying blond had charged towards them with determination and demanded to know where her boyfriend was. Jason had been raised by wolves. He knew weakness when he saw it, and when he looked at Annabeth, he saw how scared and torn apart she really was about losing her boyfriend. Of course he hadn't known about the whole being raised by wolves thing until they were nearly devoured by a pack, but it was still in his nature to recognize threats and weak links.

Annabeth was in no way a weak link, but she was suffering in silence and Jason couldn't let that happen. So, when they got back to camp, Jason pulled Annabeth aside and let her tell him all about her missing boyfriend. He didn't judge as she cried in frustration, scrubbed at her eyes angrily, called the gods every horrendous name in ancient Greek she could think of. He just nodded and listened and hugged her. That had scared her. Jason had felt her tense beneath him when his arms circled around her shoulders, and Jason had almost pulled away but she relaxed, gave into it and lightly hugged him back.

"I'm sorry you're going through this. You didn't deserve it," he told her truthfully. That had made Annabeth's eyes water again. The night before their quest, when Annabeth asked Jason to keep an eye out for her boyfriend, Jason had put a hand on her shoulder, looked her directly in the eyes, and promised, "We'll find him. Don't worry." Annabeth's shoulders had loosened minutely beneath his palm and he gave her another hug before she went off to coordinate another search.

Later, when they were flying towards California and Camp Jupiter, Jason had put his hand on her shoulder again, looked her in the eyes and promised, "He's here. He's okay." Annabeth had stopped fidgeting, stood up straight, and nodded.

"I know," she said, tone implying that though she knew it, she wouldn't feel good about it until she saw it with her own two eyes. Jason stayed by her side as they flew into the valley. He thought she was going to pass out, her breathing was so frantic. Even when they finally got to the ground, Jason made sure he was within fainting range and kept an eye on her as waves of nostalgia and emotion rolled over him at being back on the familiar Roman ground. For the first time in a while, everything in Jason was calm and at peace, not working overtime translating Greek things into Latin terms. He was in his element again.

Jason could see the exact moment Annabeth saw her boyfriend. Her pupils blew wide and her breathing stopped, her heart beat the only thing making her body move as it locked her into place. Her fingers twitched by her sides and Jason knew she wanted to tug on her strand of gray hair, a nervous habit she had picked up since her boyfriend's disappearance.

Then, between one breath and the next, her body loosened and she was leaning forwards. Jason moved closer but she wasn't falling. She ran, full on sprinted, across the distinct separation of Greeks and Romans and crashed into her boyfriend with everything in her. To his credit, the dude didn't stagger or even stumble, just hugged her so tightly Jason was scared he was going to break one of Annabeth's ribs.

"I missed you so much," he breathed out as they clung to each other, Annabeth let out a sob of relief in response. Annabeth had her legs around his waist and she pulled back just enough to kiss him like he was the last air source on the planet and they were trying to survive off of each other. Jason could tell the Romans weren't happy about a newcomer, a Greek newcomer, practically attacking their newest praetor with her mouth, but he would have fought every single one of them if it meant Annabeth finally got her happy ending. He waited patiently as Annabeth reacquainted herself with her boyfriend's lips and when she finally dropped gracefully to the ground, his hands moving to frame her face, Jason looked towards Reyna.

He looked away for one second and Annabeth judo flipped her boyfriend. Jason reached for a coin that wasn't there as the Romans pressed forwards, ready for a fight, and he just about moved to cover Annabeth when her boyfriend laughed. Laughed.

"If you ever leave me like that again, I swear to all the gods-"

"I know, I know. Your mother made a very similar threat once." Annabeth blinked and she moved her knee off of his chest, taking her arm away from his throat to offer him a hand up. When he was back on his feet, he changed his grip on her hand so their fingers were laced together and he pulled her into his side, holding her close. Annabeth's eyes were calming from their stormy gray to a soft sea glass gray. Jason relaxed.

It became a habit after that, to keep an eye on Annabeth and monitor how she was doing via his wolf instincts. Every time she started to slip a bit, giving in to the nightmares that plagued her or believing some of the awful things her step mother used to tell her, Jason would show up with a new book and a cup of coffee. He knew exactly how she took her coffee, what kind of books she liked the most, and what to do if coffee and books didn't work. Percy and Piper had their own tricks to help Annabeth come back into herself, Piper did her hair and Percy laid on her until she fell asleep, but Jason liked to be a little less dominating with it.

"Hey, you wanna run some errands with me? Sally gave me a whole list of things to get and I want to make sure I do it right."

"Hey, I can't get the columns on this sketch of the Parthenon right, can you help?"

"You wanna catch the new Batman movie with me?"

"I've been stuck on this crossword for three days, can you help?"

"I don't want to train with the Aphrodite cabin today, you wanna do this puzzle with me?"

And somewhere along the line of being her friend and caring about her, Jason realized he was well and truly in love with Annabeth. They were sitting in the Athena cabin, Annabeth laying on her bed on her stomach as she worked on the New York Times crossword, Jason working on the Washington Post, when he looked up at her and just knew. She was chewing on the end of her pencil, feet swaying behind her as her blond hair fell in her natural curls around her face, and Jason felt his heart swell three sizes.

"I love you," he said aloud like he had said it twenty thousand times before.

"I love you too. Booyah! Capricious!" She cheered as she scribbled the word into the space.

Annabeth Falling In Love With Jason

Falling in love with Jason was something Annabeth was scared of. She was scared to even think about it, because what if she was forcing feelings to complete the little circle they had? What if she wasn't actually in love with him but she just thought she was so they could have it all? They couldn't possibly have it all, right?

Wrong.

Annabeth fell in love with Jason without her permission. He was fierce in everything he did, fiercely kind, fiercely calm, fiercely loyal, fiercely loving. His fierceness was what made Annabeth weak in the knees, it always had. At first, she thought it was just because somebody was paying direct attention to her, Jason always made eye contact and it was always strong. But when she got hurt while they were doing a supply run and Jason had stood over her, sword in hand and prepared to take on the remaining monsters all on his own if it meant she was safe, Annabeth got butterflies.

She could see the parallels in her head: Jason protecting her from a few empusai, Percy protecting her from an entire monster army, but she didn't compare them. She was determined not to compare them.

Especially when Jason was standing on her cabin doorstep with a sketch of the Parthenon in hand, telling her he couldn't get the columns right just as she had started to spiral down the rabbit hole of self doubt as she struggled with her studies.

"Can you help?"

"Sure, come on in." She pulled the door open wider and let him in as she composed herself. "What's your issue?"

"Every time I draw the columns, they look wrong," Jason said as he sat down on her bed, Annabeth sitting back down at her desk and shoving her textbooks out of the way. Annabeth looked at his sketch before pulling out her own sketch pad.

"From what I can see, the columns you were drawing were Corinthian columns and the Parthenon was built with Ionic columns," Annabeth said as she grabbed a pencil and started sketching on her own paper, Jason watching intently. "Ionic columns are the most basic columns, super easy to make, and their distinguishing feature is the volutes of their capitals, which have been argued about for millennia. They sometimes have a band separating the volutes and capitals or fruit or flowers around the "neck" made by the volutes but there was a big deal about how pretty the columns actually looked from other angles and so that's why Corinthian columns were designed but 16th century renaissance architect and theorist Vincenzo Scamozzi made a perfect four sided Ionic capital and that became the standard," Annabeth explained the origin and shape of the column.

She kept sketching, talking for half an hour at least about the history and design of the columns as Jason listened, sketching in his own book and checking his work against her own every once in a while. Annabeth didn't notice the day slipping away or her mood changing significantly until the conch for dinner was blown and her architecture bubble was burst. Jason slid his glasses into his hair as he rubbed his eyes, smearing graphite on his face in the process, and blinked down at his paper.

"I didn't realize it was getting late," Annabeth admitted as she blinked her own eyes, clearing the intense focus that made the rest of the room look blurry.

"Me neither, you have a very nice voice," Jason complimented with a smile as he looked up at her.

"Thank you."

"Some interesting knowledge about columns too." Annabeth blushed.

"I didn't mean to-"

"The stuff about Vincenzo Scamozzi was really interesting. Do you know who one upped him?" Jason asked, cutting her off and making her apology die on her tongue as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and lifted his arms up, stretching towards the ceiling. His shir came up just a bit, enough to make Annabeth's cheeks flame a bright pink.

"It was a Greek revival movement in the 18th century, many different architects."

"Have we ever had a revival movement? Like, in the twenty-first century?"

"Not yet. Art Deco is rumored to have a comeback approaching in 2020 as a roaring twenties revival."

"Art Deco?" Jason asked, head tilting to the side. Before Annabeth could answer, the conch sounded again and he smiled, climbing to his feet. "Maybe a different time. Come on, I'm starving." He offered his hand and Annabeth took it, unfolding herself from how she had been scrunched into her desk chair.

Every time Annabeth started to drown in herself, there was Jason. Sometimes he brought her puzzles and mind games that distracted her, sometimes it was his sketch book full of buildings that made up the New York skyline or Roman temples. And sometimes, it was Jason stood on her door step with a coffee from her favorite shop in Brooklyn and one of the books from her To Be Read list.

"It's a bribe," Jason told her honestly when she had pulled her door open to find the blonde on the cabin steps with his gifts.

"What for?" Annabeth asked, taking the coffee and book anyways. Sherlock Holmes vs. Dracula by Loren D. Estleman.

"To help me convince Reyna that Camp Jupiter needs a reform in the way they operate and we can do that without disregarding the old practices completely," Jason sighed, like he knew just how big his request was, and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. Annabeth pressed her legs together.

"Come in," Annabeth pushed the door open a little wider. Jason took his usual seat on her bed and Annabeth climbed into her desk chair, keeping one knee tucked up to her chest as she pulled out a binder and three file folders from her closet. Passing them over to Jason, she flipped one of her braids over her shoulder. "I've already had a few ideas." Jason grinned and flicked through the papers as Annabeth sipped on her coffee and looked at her new book longingly.

For the next two months straight, they organized a complete reform to the Roman camp in a way that kept the old sacred practices in effect without any disrespect or loss of sacredness. They worked long nights by lamp light and Annabeth actually started to steal Jason's glasses sometimes when she couldn't make out what she was reading. They made a schedule but it only lasted a few days before Annabeth presented Jason with a brand new program that sent their entire project into disarray and threw their schedule out the window.

Every time Jason came up with a new idea that worked, his eyes had little lightning bolts in them and static radiated off of him like one of the metal balls they used at school to learn about electricity. It made Annabeth's braids float in the air, which always made her laugh. Seeing Jason excited about helping change the laws for the better in an effort to make the ground work of Camp Jupiter less oppressive and give everyone equal footing made Annabeth feel like she was full of restless energy.

A comfortable buzz settled over her skin whenever Jason was around and her body felt restless until her skin brushed against his, usually resulting in a shock from his natural energy that was roughly a zillion times higher than a regular person's. Touch was a big factor that made Annabeth realize she was falling in love with Jason. And boy was she falling.

When all was said and done and they were waiting to see what Reyna thought of their plans, Jason and Annabeth sat in the Athena cabin to do newspaper crosswords to take their minds off the fact their work was being judged by the daughter of the war goddess. Crosswords were something that Jason had brought Annabeth before when he dropped by and something they both enjoyed doing. Usually, Annabeth got the New York Times while Jason got the Washington Post and sometimes they raced but usually they sat in the quiet and worked on their own papers. Annabeth had been looking at the same clue for three minutes now, chewing on her pencil eraser as she read it over and over, when Jason broke the silence.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she replied immediately. "Booyah! Capricious!" The clue clicked and Annabeth scribbled the answer down, heart beating quickly in her chest. The admission had felt completely natural, not wrong or forced in the slightest.

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Hehehehe I was bit hesitant to post this but it’s too gold not to share it! Plus, it’s a great contrast to this interview as he was being mature discussing acting in depth and overall, just serious(but cute haha). This one is light hearted (also bit cringey) as it talks about his past crush, Love letter, ‘snogging’ aka kissing(!!!!) and Romeo and Juliet, it’s more gossipy in a way? But I wholeheartedly love this interview, he’s so adorable.

So, I hope you also like this as well:D

*warning: there’s a slight mention about suicide and shooting!

(Credit)

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"Robert Sean leonard's Lip Service..." (My Guy & Girl Interview Feb 1991)

Robert Sean Leonard's Lip Service...

What a kiss-and-tell merchant this boy is!

Robert couldn't wait to talk about snogging...wet ones, ones that make you want to puke! Eee...yuk!

But first we wanted to find out what he'd been up to since Dead Poet's Society and what his new film Mr and Mrs Bridge is about.

So Robert, what have been doing since Dead Poets Society?

"Oh, I filmed that a little over two years ago now. At the moment I'm in the stage production of Romeo and Juliet with the Riverside Shakespeare Company in Manhatten. I've also just made a movie called Married To It. I hope the title will change 'cause I don't like it very much. It's about three couples and I play the husband who's married to Mary Stuart Masterson. Cybil Shepherd is in it too.

"For a While after Dead Poets I went back to college. I took a year off and did some theatre. I also wanted to wait for a good film. A lot of the films that came my way were just typical teenage American junkie films. I waited and waited for something special until Mr & Mrs Bridge came along. I was so thrilled to get it."

What is it about then?

"It's about a family at a time before the war when four individuals spoke up, rebelled. It's sort of the last family unit in America where father knows best. The children don't have any rights-because they're the children.'

I play the strong silent type, who rebels when his father won't let him join the army. Paul Newman plays the father, and he's just such a brilliant actor. To me Mr and Mrs Bridge is about the importance of communication.

Going back to Dead Poets, is it true you got the part because you were unknown?

"Yes. The director, Peter Weir, had the talent and the guts to tell Touchstone pictures that he didn't want any famous actors. I was 19 when I got the part of Neil Perry, but i'd been working on stage in New York for five years before that-I started young.

"I still remember the weekend when we filmed the shoot-it was really depressing, just like the whole film. I'm just glad I didn't have to shoot myself on screen-all that mess!"

Was your school much like Dead Poets? All those stuffy traditions and horrible uniforms?

"My school was very, very, very different. I went to an ordinary public high school. It was much less restrictive. And we didn't have to wear uniforms. At my school there were the metalheads, leatherheads, deadheads and band fags -and I was a leatherhead, wore all the biker gear!"

So you were a rebel just like Neil then?

"Ha ha ha! Well I wasn't exactly a goody goody, thats for sure! I suppose I was a bit of both really. I was so focused on acting I didn't become too rebellious as a teenager. Besides I got to rant and rave on stage every night.

"But I was never at school that much anyway. I had to leave lunchtimes to go to the theatre. Strangely I didn't have many good friends like "The Society" But I did get along with everyone. There were a lot of similarities between Neil and myself, though. His passion for acting and learning. But unlike his parents, mine were, and are, incredibly supportive. The Dead Poets Society still get together you know. Most of the guys from the film live in New York and I've kept in touch with them all. There was a real camaraderie between us on the set that's carried over.

What subject did you hate the most at school?

"Well I loved things like history but my worst subject was gym. I always 'forgot' my trainers. I mean I like sports, but it's just that i'm such a miserable failure at them.

Did you get lots of Valentine cards when you were younger?

"I got a lot of cards at school, but not since. Actually I got a Valentine card last year from a fan, a girl in London would you believe. I don't know if I'll get any cards this year, but it would be nice. Am I sending any this year? Ahh Now that would be telling....!"

Have you ever sent love letters?

"I've never sent a love letter to someone I didn't know. I sent a secret one at school. There was a girl in High School that I had a heavy crush on, for four years! But I never had the guts to ask her out. I wrote her a card and I actually quoted a Blues Bothers song. 'I have everything I need, almost, but I don't have you. And that's the thing I need the most'. But I didn't sign it. She may have thought someone else sent it.

So, who was this lucky girlie, then?

"Her name was Joanna, she was my first big crush. From 13 to 17! She never ever knew 'cause I was really shy...I still am! Her last name was Lenz, so her locker was right next to mine, Leonard. So I got to see her every morning when we got our books. I did talk to her, and tried to make her laugh. Her house was pretty near mine too. I had a few pretty late nights where I'd go and sit on her lawn. She didn't know, but i'd just sit on the grass and think. I suppose that's just a normal thing about growing up."

Have you met her since you've become a famous filmstar?

"Well she moved to Florida when I was 17. It was the last I heard of her. Maybe I'll see her at our class reuinion. In America you always have a five-year reunion when you're 22 and you go back to school. I don't know if I'll still fancy her though..."

What first attracts you to someone?

"When I was 13 it was simply the way a girl looked and talked, and moved. Those things are still important now. But also someone who can make me laugh and talk about the same things and who has the same dreams"

What is your favourite romantic movie?

"It has to be 'Singin' In The Rain' I just loved the dancing and the scene where Gene Kelly sings to Debbie Reynolds in the studio. I'd love to do something like that, but I don't think I'd have the talent for it.

Have you, erm, heard of the word 'snogging'?

"Ha ha ha! That's a really English word. If you had asked me before I'd done Romeo and Juliet, I wouldn't have had a clue! But our stage director is English.

There's this one scene in Romeo and Juliet, the kiss goodbye, and he used to snap his fingers and shout "Come on, come on you two, we don't want this to be a snogging session"."

Do you remember your first snog?

"My first proper girlfriend used to play the piano and I played the guitar...we used to play music together (we'll bet!). That was when I had my first real kiss. I was terrified! She blew me away. There was a lot of fumbling, not knowing what to do. I remember kissing, then feeling nauseous (ie. wanting to puke). I just wanted to go home. I didn't feel pressurised into doing it, or anything. I just felt strange 'cause it was something new. In some ways I wasn't quite ready for it. Like it was something you're expected to do. But it's kinda hard to tell a girl you feel nauseous and you want to go home!!"

What's your biggest snogging turn-off?

"Gosh! Well it really turns me off when girls kiss wildly, when they try to swallow you. Or when their mouths are wet. I prefer it when it's relaxed and tender."

Have you had any other dating disasters?

"Not lately. I'm much to busy for girlfriends just now. But there was something in Romeo and Juliet, though. On the opening night I was in the tomb and I had to kill Paris then go and talk to Jiliet. I realised my dagger was missing, and she needs it to kill herself. So I just had to stop the show. I just looked at the audience and said 'Er, excuse me, but I've just lost the dagger! We'll have to stop until I find it'.

So I looked and looked until I found it...underneath Paris actually, who was lying dead in the corner. So I put it back in my sheath and said 'Okay, move on!"

Are you a good Romeo?

"Yes, indeed. Luckily I didn't have to climb up the wall to the balcony or anything.

Shakespeare really made an error at that point. If Romeo and Juliet touched or kissed in the balcony scene I think Shakespeare would surely have written about it. Whereas there's no indication where they touch at all. Did I have to wear tights? Oh, yes, I had to wear them all right. I've worn them before too. You get used to it. You forget you're wearing them after a while." Could be dangerous that...

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peach’s summer book list

i had a lot of fun compiling the list of books i read during the 20-21 winter, so i decided i would do a summer one as well! i still have a lot of books i own but haven’t read, so im definitely not lacking in material

if you didn’t see my winter list, how my book list works is basically like this: i read a book that i own but have not previously read, write a short summary immediately after finishing the book, write down my thoughts on the book, and then provide a rating for the book. i also might include background info on why i read this particular book/feelings about the author, but that depends on the book. that’s how each entry works

without further ado, let’s get started!

1. Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

okay so i absolutely adore another book by andrew smith (written after grasshopper jungle) called the alex crow. it’s one of my favorite books of all time, so naturally i wanted to see if grasshopper jungle would make me feel similarly. just like the alex crow, grasshopper jungle’s plot is. so fucking weird. it stars austin szerba, a teenage polish kid who lives in ealing, iowa, and is often sexually confused regarding his girlfriend shann and his best friend robby. and in ealing, iowa, austin and robby accidentally and unknowingly unleash an unstoppable army of huge six-foot-tall praying mantis bugs that only want to do two things: fuck and eat. and i just have to say: andrew smith’s got an absolutely dynamo writing style. alex crow is similar, where it’s a book about kind of everything all at once, framed in a moment centering around teenage boys. it’s fantastic, and it’s more than a little gross, and i love it. this book made me feel so many things, and i thought austin was such an amazing narrator and main character to identify with. this book has it all: shitty teenage boy humor, fucked up science experiments, and poetic imagery that will make you want to cry. and explicit lgbt characters.

412/10 andrew smith what do you put in your water i just want to know

2. Burn by Patrick Ness

patrick ness has written a plethora of some of my favorite books (such as a monster calls, the chaos walking trilogy, and the rest of us just live here) so when i saw this one in the store i knew it would be a great one. burn is an alternate history fantasy that takes place in 1957 frome, washington, during the height of the cold war, and it begins with a girl named sarah and her father hiring a dragon to help out on their farm. but there’s not just dragons, farm living, and cold war tensions; there’s also a really shitty small town cop, a cult of dragon worshippers and their deadly teenage assassin, a pair of fbi agents, and a prophecy that sarah’s newly hired dragon claims she’s a part of. i think eoin colfer’s highfire was on my winter list, which also featured a story that included dragons and shitty cops, so when i first began burn i thought it was funny to have two books that had both things. you know, if you had a nickel etc etc. but that’s really where the similarities end because burn is entirely it’s own monster (dragon). burn is entirely invested in its world, and its fascinating. not only that, i had no clue where the book would take me next. there were so many surprises and amazing twists that honestly just blew me away. this book also includes beautifully written complicated discussions on family, race, and love - it features interracial and queer romances as the two most prominent romance plots which was such a nice surprise from a book i wasn’t expecting to have that kind of representation. this book is witty, fast-paced, and a very heartening read - i absolutely adored it.

9/10 dragons and becoming motivated by the power of love and friendship are so fucking cool

3. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann

i hate this book! as meat loves salt is a historical fiction novel which takes place in seventeenth century england, which is going through a grisly civil war. the protagonist, jacob cullen, is a servant for a wealthy household and is engaged to another servant in the house. but due to certain events that are almost entirely jacob’s fault, he flees the house and is separated from his wife. from there, he joins the royal army and meets a kind soldier, ferris, and the two become fast friends. jacob and ferris’s relationship begins to bridge past friendly, and jacob struggles with his homoerotic feelings as well as the growing obsession and violence inside him. also, they try to start a colony. listen, i don’t know how to describe the book because so much happens, but it basically just follows jacob and all the terrible decisions he makes because he is, truly, a terrible person. ferris is kind and good, and jacob is scum of the earth. he sucks so bad. the entire time i was reading this book (which took absolutely so long), all i wanted was for jacob to just get his ass handed to him. i wanted to see him suffer. and it’s not like i just personally don’t like him - i believe the book purposefully depicts him as unsympathetic even though he is the narrator. i did enjoy the very in depth and accurate portrayal of what life would’ve been like in seventeenth century england, and i think it was interesting to read a character that is just the absolute worst person you’ve ever encountered and see him try and justify his actions, so if you enjoy that kind of thorough writing, then this book would be perfect for you. however, i did not see that bitch ass motherfucker jacob cullen suffer enough. i’d kill him with my bare hands.

2/10 diversity win! the worst man on earth is mlm!

4. This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab

i know ive had a friend tell me how great one of schwab’s other book series is, but truthfully i bought this book because the cover is sick as hell and it was on a table in the store that advertised for buy two get one free, i think. something like that. anyway, this savage song takes place in a future in which monsters, for whatever reason, suddenly became real and out for blood in a mysterious event nicknamed the phenomenon. august flynn is one of these monsters, but he takes no pride in that fact and only wants to feel human. kate harker is the daughter of a ruthless man and is trying her hardest to be ruthless, too, but deep down she knows it’s just an act. their city, verity, stands divided, and kate and august stand on either side - but when august is sent on a mission to befriend kate in the hopes of stopping an all out war, the lines begin to blur. this book rules. august and kate are such interesting and dynamic characters, and the narrative is familiar while still being capable of twisting the story around and taking the feet out from under you in really compelling ways. this savage song is part of the monsters of verity duology, and i can’t wait to dive into how the story continues and finishes.

11/10 sometimes you can judge a book by it’s cover

4a. Our Dark Duet by Victorian Schwab

this is the sequel and finale for this savage song and i’d figure i’d update everyone: fantastic ending, beautiful, showstopping, painful.

12/10 loved it and will definitely be keeping an eye out for schwab’s other books

5. White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

oh boy. okay. white is for witching is about a house, and it is about the women who have lived inside of it. when her mother dies abroad, miranda silver begins to act strangely, and there’s nothing her father or her twin brother seem to be able to do about it. she develops an eating disorder and begins to hear voices in the silver family house, converted to a bed and breakfast by miranda’s dad; and she begins to lose herself in the house and the persistent presence of her family legacy. white is for witching switches perspective dizzingly and disorientingly between miranda, her twin eliot, miranda’s friend from school named ore, and the house itself. this story is a horror story as much as it as a tragedy as much as it is a romance as much as it is a bunch of other things. oyeyemi brings race, sexuality, nationality, and family into this story and forces you not to look away. this book is poetry.

(like i mentioned briefly, this book heavily deals with topics of race and closely follows miranda’s eating disorder. read responsibly, and take care of yourselves)

15/10 this book consumed me and i think i’ll have to read it another 10 more times to feel it properly

6. These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong

okay. okay. strap in for a ride. these violent delights is a romeo and juliet style story, taking place in glittering 1920’s shanghai. the city stands divided - not only between the foreign powers encroaching on chinese land, but also between the scarlet gang and the white flowers, who are at the height of a generations-long blood feud. juliette cai, heir to the scarlets, has recently returned from four years abroad and is determined to prove herself ruthless enough to lead. roma montagov, heir to the white flowers, is standing strenuously on his place as next in line due to a slip up four years prior and is desperate to keep hold of his title. and in the midst of juliette and roma’s burning history with each other threatening to combust, an unnatural monster lurks in the waters of shanghai, loosing a madness on scarlets and white flowers alike. this book has it all - scorned ex lovers, political intrigue, deadly monsters, and all set on a glamorous backdrop of the roaring twenties. i absolutely was enraptured by this book and the way it plays around the story of romeo and juliet so well that it easily became it’s own monster, but with the punches and embraces of something classically shakespearan. gong does just an absolutely breathtaking job of fitting this fantastical story amid the larger world of shanghai and the real life historical events that had shaken the city to its core. completely immersive and outstandingly heart racing.

17/10 i was chewing on my fingernails for the last thirty pages and will continue to do so until the sequel is released (our violent ends, 16 nov 21)

7. The Antiques by Kris D’Agostino

you ever heard of the american dysfunctional family story? this is most definitely that. at the same time george westfall’s cancer takes a turn for the worse, a hurricane hits the east coast, and suddenly all at once the issues of his health, the hurricane, and all three of his children’s achingly dysfunctional adult lives are crashing into each other. reunited by george’s death, the westfall siblings have to face their grief, each other, and the problems in their own lives they attempted to put on hold while planning their father’s memorial. this is a nice story about grief and loss and love and somehow finding the humor amidst it all.

(this book does include a depiction of an autistic child who does experience several pretty bad meltdowns due to ignorant people around him not understanding how to cater to his needs. im not an authority on what depictions are or are not harmful, but i do believe this depiction is ultimately loving and well-intended.)

7/10 it made me laugh and cry and was generally one of those books that somehow hit you close to home

8. Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill

fierce fairytales is a poetry anthology that reimagines classic fairytales from a modern, feminist viewpoint, acknowledging that the line between hero and villain, monster and damsel, are not as clear cut as the classics try to make you believe. this book also includes illustrations done by the author herself, which i think is really cool. my personal favorite story reimagining was the story of peter pan and captain hook, called ‘boy lost’ which looked at how peter and hook’s relationship began and rotted. all in all, i think this collection of stories had a lot of important things to say and said them in frank, easy to understand poetry and prose.

7/10 beautiful message and pretty prose, but at times a little cliche

and that’s all from the summer! my fall semester starts tomorrow, and overall i feel very good about all the reading i did this summer. i even read four other books not on this list for work! so i definitely feel like i made the most out of my time, and im really glad i was able to read so many stories that made me feel a variety of different things

thanks so much for reading this list, and let me know if you read or have read any of these books and tell me what you think of them!

happy reading<3

[deathbecomesnerds]

I absolutely adore Astrid, but Mobstrid fascinates me. Can you please do a director's commentary on BLAG? 💖

Oh my god! BLAG? Bark Like A God? Of course! **And sign up for my TAG LIST too**

The idea kind came about when a couple of my friends and I were talking shit. Like mad shit. Lol. And it kind of turned into this idea of: What if Astrid had been tethered to her father from a younger age, and who would she have become? But also--who would Tony become? And so I started kind of constructing this AU world where both parents were alive in some capacity, and how would that change Astrid, and her relationship with Raymond?

I love writing this world because it feels like something big within the Guy Ritchie world even though it's just me. Bored out of my mind in my apartment.

But I really do love writing the flashback scenes with Mobstrid who is so young and really coming into her own, I'm really excited for everyone to see her journey unfold and the things that happen to form her into who she is today. Astrid, much like any person, is flawed and just because she is fictional doesn't make her any less susceptible. I love writing the imperfections with her and how it all plays out in the world of BLAG. Mobstrid definitely does go through some things after being taken in by her father, and despite it being an insult from the media and her fellow peers, she really is 'the poor little rich girl' because she's learning how to be a person, a functioning member of society, and is kind of coming in with the disadvantage of being in survival mode for so long with her mother. Money is something foreign to her, having a personality is something she's not used to, having people keeping tabs on her and making sure she is taken care of is new and kinda scary for her.

Then, you've got this Romeo/Juliet storyline between her and Ray of there clearly being feelings there where what happened in the beginning of the story was strictly supposed to be transactional. Plus, trying to keep things on the down low to make sure people don't get suspicious because Ray is super loyal to Mickey and that is his number one priority: making sure Mickey lives to fight another day and is taken care of. But then, now, having this other thing going on of him having a baby coming with the worst possible person in the world! It's kinda funny.

This story is going to be super fucking long, and we're just scratching the surface (if you can believe that). I'm excited to see how my readers will react going forward because a lot goes down...and it's all a slow burn, baby!

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

Ok this is gonna be long. I’ve literally been slowly working on this for… too long. I’m just in a mood to have a long discussion about ships. I’ll be looking at canon and not, so bare with me. I don’t ship all of these personally. I’m mostly just picking the most popular ones. I chose to leave out a few that I just don’t want to talk about. I tried to keep this loosely chronological, but that quickly went to hell. None of this is meant to be hate towards anyone’s ship, just my personal opinions on each of them.

Canon:

Scott x Allison: True Classic

Scallison is so sweet as it is truly the epitome of young love. Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo is even more of an idiot and Juliet is a badass who dies for a cause. They’re moral and ethical codes are both highly valued by themselves, even if they don’t align with others very often. They loved with everything they had. They were beautiful. We’re they soulmates in the end, or just the first love who will always hold a special place in your heart? Who knows, but I’ll always love these immature kids who thought their love could change everything.

Stiles x Lydia: The Long Awaited

Stydia is as slow burn as you can get. Unfortunately their actual getting together was slightly rushed in my opinion. They didn’t have time to find their own as a couple because Stiles just wasn’t in the show enough at that point. I know the reasons behind it, but it did leave this couple at an awkward stage of official-but-not-shown. The idea that Stiles loved her as a kid, immature and infatuated, and he saw her for who she really was, will always be cute. Then they grew, changed, became friends, and found other people. Them finding each other later on, having real love that’s developed slowly, is a wonderful arc. Though, a part of me will always believe they should have pursued other story lines in the wake of Stiles’ absence from the plot. They’re finally together! …but we don’t get to see it.

Jackson x Lydia: The Image

Oh Jackson and Lydia. Honestly, I love them. Their connection at a time in their lives when they couldn’t open up to anyone else, just hits me right in the feels. I mean, god that HUG. You know the one. Always brings me to tears. I’m so sad their relationship was almost entirely depicted during Jackson’s kanima time when he couldn’t think nor truly act for himself. Those small moments of scared vulnerability when he wanted to protect her from himself… I’ll miss these two. They deserved to find other people and remain life-long friends. I loved their moment in the last episode. I wish they’d gotten to see each other grow. Also they had such bixbi solidarity vibes, and I’ll die on that hill.

Scott x Lydia: Leaders

Ok, I’m gonna be honest here. I ship it. The power couple they would have been?? Also them coming together after they lost Allison would have actually made sense. A part of me kinda wishes the writers had moved on from Stydia as a romantic relationship and leaned into them growing as friends and Stiles moving on from his childhood crush. Scott and Lydia actually would have had good chemistry. They were both very headstrong heroic types, but Lydia would have balanced Scott out well intellectually. They had the history, and I think it could had worked if they wrote it right. Plus, Scott and Lydia would have been a better endgame that Scalia.

Scott x Kira: New Beginnings

These two were adorable. Kira was a badass, don’t get me wrong, but she let herself be soft in a way Allison was always afraid to. This couple was truly Baby. Absolute dorks. I can definitely see the lasting quality between the two of them. They saw things very similarly, and had a ton in common. I do think Kira deserves more characterization outside of their relationship, like more of her friendship with Malia. Overall, her departure from the show will always be sad to me. It was bad writing. Scott was over her far too quickly.

Aiden x Lydia: Pretty People Herd

I honestly didn’t see much between these two other than mutual attraction. The best thing to come out of this relationship was Lydia’s line, “You’re not just a bad boy, Aiden. You’re a bad guy. And I don’t want to be with the bad guys.” Good character development moment.

Ethan x Danny: Step to Redemption

Danny really was the thing that made Ethan look outside of the pack for what he really wanted out of life. They had a few cute scenes. Gotta love Danny’s final remarks, “Dude, it’s Beacon Hills.”

Allison x Isaac: Unexpected Rebound

Ok, I like these two. Isaac could match Allison’s snark in a way Scott couldn’t. They both fought the progression of the relationship slightly. They didn’t expect to fall for each other. They were less willing to let someone in close. I’d love to have seen more… but unfortunately their time was limited. On a side note, sometimes their relationship did feel like ‘we both are in love with the same guy, let’s cope with each other’, but I find that completely valid. I’ll talk about Scallisaac later though.

Stiles x Malia: Anchors

Ok but, them <3 I love what they did for each other. Stiles was able to help Malia connect to her humanity and other people. He never tried to isolate her in their relationship and encouraged her growth. Malia offered Stiles the emotional support he never asked for. She defended him, fought for him, and loved him fiercely. Stiles needed that so much after season 3. I think they were a love that wasn’t meant to last, but the impact of it was forever. I wish we’d gotten to see a real end for them where they agreed that they needed to grow as individuals but would always still care.

Liam x Hayden: Three’s a Pattern

These two’s characterization stopped whenever they had storylines together. Their relationship was built on Scallison references. Hayden’s character could have been interesting, but they never really gave her a moment to shine. Liam has the worst plots when they revolved around her. Cute couple, poor writing.

Derek x Braeden: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl Boss

Derek deserves to be happy so much. Kate and Jennifer were just... jeez. Him and Braeden were cute and deserved more screen time. I think her intensity allowed for Derek to let go of control a bit more comfortably. Let Derek Be Soft. Anyway, love them.

Corey x Mason: Gotta Have That Rep TM

These two could have been cute if they were shown for more than two seconds at a time. I highkey forget Corey even existed all the time. Kinda just felt like a relationship to fill TW’s gay quota.

Jackson x Ethan: The Callback

Honestly? Loved them. Loved the chemistry. Loved the dynamic. Best twist. I know it was probably written in like that because Colton came out during his time away from the show, but it absolutely fit his character. Jethan is top tier.

Melissa x Chris: BAMF Parent Duo

Ok, so like, Melissa deserved this plot. She deserved someone to care about her. However... what the hell? Chris? In canon, his wife died like 2-ish years prior? His daughter died 1 year prior?? Is Chris really in a position to pursue a new relationship?? Also, like, Scott and Allison dated and loved each other up to her death. Kinda weird to have their parents hook up. I don’t hate it, but I don’t ship it…?

Scott x Malia: Lead up? What’s lead up?

These two came out of nowhere I stg. Like, 6B really tried to tell us this was something that had been slowly developing in the background? Also, I understand that they are their own people, adults, and completely in charge of their own romantic pursuits: but did Scott seriously never call Stiles? Like, Malia wasn’t just his first girlfriend. She was his first. Like, dude that’s your best friend?? Not even a head’s up? No, ‘hey would this bother you?’ Oof. Plus Malia was way too chaotic for Scott. She existed in gray morality that always prioritized her immediate circle, and Scott was a very black/white type of heroism. I just didn’t feel like they fit.

Non-Canon:

Scott x Stiles: Childhood Best Friends

Ya, sorry, I don’t ship Sciles at all. I get it. Like, I totally understand the ship, and I mean no judgment at all. I just see them as friends. I really value good male friendships in media because I feel like we don’t get enough, and I always liked these two.

Stiles x Derek: Enemies to Lovers. 100k. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.

God these two really are what fanfiction was made for. I could write a much longer discussion about Sterek, and I probably will eventually. I’ll try to keep this brief. These two weren’t always on the same side, but their approach was the same. They were very similar at their core. Plus, wow the chemistry. This should have been canon. Jeff’s a coward.

Allison x Lydia: Powerful.

This ship is so great. They really had a great dynamic, and a romantic plot would have easily fit the established narrative. Lydia’s confidence in herself and Allison’s confidence in her own abilities crossing over to each other because that’s what the other lacked? Iconic.

Danny x Jackson: He Gets Him

Danny really saw Jackson for everything he was and still cared. I wished we’d gotten to see more of them. I  want more background with Jackson’s eventual coming out and his friendship with Danny. Like, they ended up dating the same guy. What did Ethan have to say about that??

Stiles x Jackson: Bastards

Ok these two had a super fun dynamic. The asshole-energy between them was, great. The snark was always so entertaining.

Melissa x Noah: Family

How were these two not endgame? Their sons were practically brothers already. They had amazing chemistry. The flirting? Not to mention, their timeline would have made way more sense. Missed opportunity.

Chris x Peter: The Opposite of Love is Indifference, Not Hate

Ok so like, this was definitely one of those ships that I had absolutely no knowledge of before I was pretty into the fandom. Like, this was not something I would have guessed just after watching the show. That being said; my god the chaos alone…

Scott x Isaac: The Disaster Duo

Okay ya I love these two. Two dumb asses who act like idiot puppies. Such a fun dynamic. Plus?? Chemistry??? Hellooo

Scott x Allison x Isaac: Three Heads Are Better Than One

This ship is definitely one of my personal favorites. I very rarely poly-ship. I just feel like most of them are just love triangles with an ‘easy solution’, when two of them have no real connection. That is so not the case here. I feel like all of them have such great chemistry with each other. They also have a great dynamic as a group. Season 3A was really just Scallisaac rights.

Stiles x Isaac: I Hate You, jk…Not Really

Ok I loved their banter, but I really just don’t see this ship. Idk, I don’t personally ship it. Would have loved to see their friendship develop more tho.

Erica x Allison: Duo that would stab you with a stiletto

I don’t ship it, but I do wish we’d seen them become friends. I feel like they had a very artificial ‘girls fighting over a boy’ dynamic? They could have been such a badass duo.

Stiles x Erica: Batman x Catwoman

Ok I’m not sure exactly how to express my feelings for these two so bare with me. OMG I love their dynamic so much, and they are sooo cute. Their energy? Amazing. Chemistry? Great. History? It’s there and has so much potential. 10/10. Love them. But, no, I don’t ship it lol. Just really love their friendship, but with the underlying history of crushes.

Boyd x Erica: Was This Not Canon?

How can anyone not love Berica? Ugh they are adorable. These two deserved so much better.

Boyd x Cora: Survivors

Honestly I don’t really see it? Like they definitely had a connection, but it never felt romantic. I really feel like they just had to lean on each other and bond to make it through captivity, and it just lasted.

Boyd x Erica x Cora: The Pack

I literally learned this was a ship a couple days ago. Similar feelings towards this as Bora, but with the added hesitancy of we never actually saw Erica and Cora interact.

Cora x Stiles: Slow Build Up

These two were clearing being lined up to be a thing before Cora ended up leaving. I can’t say I’m disappointed they never happened. Kinda felt like they just wanted to straight-code Sterek.

Cora x Lydia: Mean Lesbians

Not much interaction to actually go off of, but yes I 100% support. They have very different approaches to problems, which is fun. Very ‘opposites attract’.

Malia x Kira: “Maybe you could date the coyote?”

Another one of my favorites!! They really complimented each other. Also, how full circle would they have been? They were introduced in back-to-back episodes. Malia stalking her as a coyote? The line from Kira’s dad about dating it? It would have been so funny if that ended up happening.

Malia x Lydia: Beauty and the Beast, but make it wlw

These two were fun. I liked their friendship, but I don’t really ship it. Though, rip Stiles that would have been hilarious.

Parrish x Lydia: The Cop and The Minor

Must I say more? Like, Parrish’s character, so sweet and big rule follower, did not make sense for what went down with Lydia. I love Parrish, but the dynamic just felt off. It didn’t feel consistent with the rest of his characterization.

Parrish x Stiles: The Cop and The Minor, but gay?

Ok, same reasoning as above, but also they had absolutely no connection romantically.

Scott x Theo / Stiles x Theo: Sometimes The Villain is Hot

Ok I’ve put these together because I have the same opinion for both. I don’t ship it. Neither had any rebuilding of trust, and Theo really hurt both of them. I just don’t really think they work.

Mason x Liam: Sciles Puppy Pack Edition

Similar to my feeling about Sciles, I just don’t ship these two. They had a good friendship, from the little we saw of it.

Theo x Liam: Anchors 2: Electric Boogaloo

Another personal favorite! I really don’t even understand why this didn’t go canon?? The elevator scene was just, so intense. They helped each other grow in 6B, and I really loved their dynamic. They should have hooked up.

Honorable Mention?: 

Parrish x Laura: What’s canon?

I’ve seen this in fanfic a lot, and I actually really like it lol. I thought I’d add it in here because I do love the creativity of fandoms.

[leejungchans]

— wifey.

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): none!!

genre: fluff, humour

notes: obviously i don’t know what went on backstage at the sma/award shows in general, especially with the special arrangements of award shows in the past two years due to you-know-what, so this is mainly based on my own interpretation/imagination!!

set during january 31, 2021

summary: juliet tells one of her closest friends her secret backstage at the seoul music awards.

juliet’s masterlist | ask game

ryujinnie 🙄💖 [19:16] do you wanna stop by and chat? 🥺

juliet 🤍 [19:17] didn’t we just talk on the phone yesterday? i didn’t know you wanted to see me this much 😼

ryujinnie 🙄💖 [19:17] ...never mind 🚪🚶🏻‍♀️

juliet 🤍 [19:17] no wait i’m joking come back wifey 🥺🥺🥺🥺 what number is your dressing room?

“Unnie,” Juliet calls out to her manager, “can I go see Ryujin at ITZY’s dressing room? I won’t be long.”

Despite wearing a mask, Juliet can tell that the older woman is smiling from the way her eyes curve up into crescents. “Sure, I don’t think you guys have to be on stage for a while. I’ll text you if something comes up and you need to be back here.”

“Okay! Thanks, unnie!” Juliet says before grabbing her phone and putting on her mask. She passes by San on her way to the door and takes the opportunity to pat him on the head.

He looks up from his phone to find the maknae grinning down at him. “Who are you off to bother now?” he jokes.

She gasps, feigning offence as she places a hand over her heart. “Excuse you! It’s not my fault people want to see me!”

San rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Popular, I’m not going to hold you back any longer then. Be careful!”

“Careful is my middle name.”

“Says the person who almost tripped on the red carpet earlier.”

“...Definitely Wooyoungie-oppa’s fault.”

An indignant squawk comes from somewhere else in the room. “No, it wasn’t and you know it!”

San groans playfully. “I hate our family.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.”

Giggling at their banter, Juliet heads out into the hallway of the venue, bowing to the various passing staff members as she looks for ITZY’s dressing room.

She doesn’t miss the screens located on the walls showing SEVENTEEN receiving their bonsang, and she stops momentarily to watch their speech while smiling to herself, heart swelling at how happy she is for them (and specifically, her boyfriend).

When Juliet finally finds her friend in an empty hallway, leaning against the wall next to a door which she assumes leads to ITZY’s room, she immediately runs to tackle the rapper in a back hug.

“Guess who?”

“My worst nightmare.”

Juliet pouts even though Ryujin isn’t able to see it. “You’re no fun, Jinnie.”

“And you’re very cute.”

“Damn, and I’m going to forgive you just like that,” Juliet laughs. “Nice outfit, by the way.” She takes Ryujin’s hand to spin her around as she admires the ITZY member’s all-white suit. “Very fitting for the boss that you are.”

“I knew you were in love with me!” Ryujin teases, which immediately earns her a light smack on the arm. “So, how’ve you been?”

Juliet gives her a flat stare. “We literally talked yesterday.”

“Something could’ve happened since then!” Ryujin defends. “Plus, I just like hearing from you.”

Despite feeling warm and fuzzy from her friend’s sweet words, Juliet plays along by faking a cough. “Whipped. But to answer your question, not much has happened, unless you count almost falling asleep when getting my makeup done at the shop something exciting.”

That was partly a lie. Admittedly, she had been texting Chan nonstop during the day knowing they’d be seeing each other here, but she doesn’t know how to approach the topic with Ryujin. They’re as close as can be, but how do you break the news?

“‘Hey, I’m dating someone. I don’t know if you’ve heard of his group though, it’s not like his group is a million-seller or anything!’ Like this?” she wonders aloud that morning in the dorm.

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly how you tell someone,” Jongho deadpans from where he’s making coffee in the kitchen. “Well, maybe except the last part. Just say, ‘Hi, insert friend’s name, just wanted to share with you that I’m dating Dino from SEVENTEEN.’ Why are you being weird about this?”

“Did you seriously say ‘insert friend’s name’?”

“Yes, now answer my question.”

Juliet sluggishly rolls off the sofa to lie on the floor in a starfish position. “I don’t know...do people in our industry even tell their friends that they’re dating someone? Or do they, like, let their friends find out along with the rest of the world? Is it pretentious to tell someone just like that? Am I not being careful enough if I do that?”

Jongho frowns, sliding a mug of coffee across the counter for her to drink later before padding over to her. “I think mornings make you overthink more,” he says softly as he crouches next to the starfi—the maknae.

“Of course it wouldn’t be wise to grab a megaphone and run down the street broadcasting it, even though that wouldn’t be the stupidest thing you’ve done.” Juliet raises a leg to kick him lightly as he cackles. “But if you know that person can be trusted—wait, who exactly are you planning to tell?”

“Ryujinnie if I see her later at the award show,” Juliet replies, flailing her limbs around. “Maybe Felix? If I happen to also run into him.”

Jongho moves to sit on the floor. “Why didn’t you tell Ryujin-ssi yesterday over the phone then?”

“I don’t know...” she admits, “the topic never came up, and this doesn’t feel like news to tell over the phone.”

He flicks her head playfully. “You’re acting like you’re getting married or something.”

“Shut up, Jongho,” Juliet mutters, a faint tinge of pink forming on her cheeks.

“Anyways, both of them are people you trust, so I think it’s okay to tell them. They probably saw it coming like us and will likely be just as supportive, you don’t have to be weird about it, though that can be hard for someone like you,” he jokes.

“I will strangle you.” There’s no way he’s taking her seriously, not with one of her cheeks squished adorably against the floor.

“You can’t even crush an apple with your hands, but sure.”

At that moment, Seonghwa walks into the living room to find the two youngest members sprawled on the cold tiles. “What are you two doing down there?” he scolds, “you’re going to catch a cold!”

“Earth to Juliet!”

Juliet snaps out of her daze quick enough to register Ryujin waving a hand in front of her face. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out,” she says sheepishly.

Ryujin giggles. “I figured that, is everything okay?”

Juliet is about to respond when there is a commotion at the end of the hallway. Then she hears a familiar voice, more specifically, one belonging to a certain Boo Seungkwan.

Both girls turn their necks to find the members of SEVENTEEN walking in their direction, likely returning to their own dressing room. Before Juliet can think of a way to dig a hole to hide in, the members recognise her instantly, promptly exchanging knowing glances and letting out aye’s.

Ryujin blinks confusedly. Why are her seniors chuckling amongst themselves at the sight of the two girls chatting in the hallway? And why is her friend suddenly acting so strangely and avoiding eye contact with everyone and everything but the ground?

Her bewilderment increases tenfold as SEVENTEEN draws closer, with Juliet still looking down even when they bow to their seniors and murmur quiet greetings.

What is going on?

The answer to her question comes when the group quickens their pace and walks past the girls, laughing and sneaking glances over their shoulders as they disappear around the corner. All of them, but one.

Ryujin shuffles, awkwardly bowing to the youngest SEVENTEEN member which he returns along with a quiet “hello”. She watches in part shock and part amusement as Chan turns to her friend.

“Hi.”

Despite their masks, anyone could tell they were both smiling widely, and judging from her friend’s sparkly eyes and pink ears, Ryujin had no doubt that their relationship goes beyond a simple friendship.

“Congratulations,” Juliet tells him shyly, “I’ll be looking out for your performance later.”

The corners of Chan’s eyes crinkle even more. “Thanks, I’ll be cheering ATEEZ on too, of course. Stop by later if you have time? Seungkwannie-hyung said he misses you and Wooyoung,” he says the last part with a playful roll of his eyes.

Juliet laughs. “Okay, I’ll bring him with me later,” she promises.

Ryujin and Juliet watch Chan jog down the hallway, presumably to catch up with his members, before the former turns to her friend and clears her throat dramatically.

“Miss Juliet, is there something you want to tell me?” Ryujin asks with a wriggle of her eyebrows. “I’ve heard you mention that you’re friends with Dino-sunbaenim, but I didn’t know you two were this close?”

Juliet bites the inside of her cheek. “Promise you won’t tell?”

Sensing the serious tone in her voice, Ryujin nods solemnly. “Promise.”

Juliet leans down to whisper in the shorter girl’s ear. “We’re dating,” she says quickly before pulling away.

“Oh my God, really?”

“Shh! Not that loud! But yeah... we are.”

“I mean, that kinda crossed my mind when I witnessed your exchange just now,” Ryujin says upon looking down both ends of the hallway to ensure no one else is there. “But I thought maybe you just had a crush on him. Since when?”

“The beginning of this month.”

Ryujin nods again. “Did you tell your company?”

“Yeah. So far, only our families, members and companies know, you’re the first person I’ve told.”

The rapper’s eyes soften as she pulls Juliet into a hug. “Thank you trusting me. You two are really cute together, but I will only support this relationship on one condition.”

Juliet giggles, knowing her friend is simply joking. “Shoot.”

“Please don’t make me third-wheel you guys ever again,” Ryujin pleads. “I felt so awkward standing there while you two flirted with each other.”

“Okay, okay, I promise!”

“Now, I’d tell you to tell me everything, but it seems like there’s somewhere else you need to be,” Ryujin hints cheekily. “So you will call me tonight instead.”

Juliet beams, feeling very lucky to have such an incredible friend. “You know I will.”

“One more question—are you still my wifey, or did Dino-sunbaenim already steal you away from me?”

Juliet can’t help but laugh at how wronged Ryujin sounded before taking her friend’s hand in hers. “Don’t worry, Jinnie, you’ll always be my wifey.”

“Good to know. Now, give me your phone. There’s something I need to do.”

— bonus!!

Chan reaches the door to SEVENTEEN’s dressing room, already bracing himself for his members’ teasing that will no doubt ensue the moment he steps foot into the room.

As he reaches for the door handle, his phone lights up with a notification.

minnie 🐭❤️ [19:43] hello sunbaenim, i just wanted to let you know that she’s still my wifey 😺 please take good care of her! she can be a huge mess sometimes but you probably already knew that 😔 congratulations on the bonsang! - shin ryujin

minnie 🐭❤️ [19:43] aHa anyways 🤡 see you later!! i may be a mess but i’m your mess right 🥺🥺 also please tell seungkwannie-oppa i miss him too!!

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Haven

➵ Stray Kids: Jisung x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, frenemies to lovers AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, a teeny tiny bit sexual suggestiveness (nothing explicit)

➵ word count: 6k

It’s not even 8am, and your eyes feel as dry as sandpaper while your head is pounding with a slight migraine. You’re currently getting everything ready for the crowd of caffeine addicts that will soon arrive at the café you work at. It’s way too early to deal with the horde of zombies called students, but you got stuck with the worst shift of the day - starting at 7.30am which, in your opinion, is just inhuman. Stupid Minho and his stupid luck whenever it comes to drawing straws. For some reason, you always end up getting the shortest one. At least you’ll be done with work before most people your age have even made it out of bed. Still, right now you’d give almost everything to be back in your blanket burrito. Earning money is hard and annoying. If you’ve ever wondered if working at a café could ruin the beauty of coffee… the answer is yes. Because capitalism destroys everything, leaving no survivors.  

“Good morning, Y/N!”, your co-worker and the other unlucky one having drawn one of the shorter straws chirps when she enters the café, and you grimace - Sana’s voice is way too cheerful so early in the morning. You only give her a curt nod of your head, not in the mood to talk right now. You’re not really in the mood to do anything, if you’re being honest. Ugh, you hate the morning shift. You’re currently 80% tired, but 20% also tired - you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be tired anymore. College is great! 

Sana doesn’t seem to mind your grumpiness though, being the sweetheart that she simply is, and begins to wipe the counter while humming a cheery song under her breath. It’s only her second week at work, but so far she’s proven to be a better and more reliable part-timer than the last three who had worked here. Jun is usually a nice and caring boss, but he has some strict rules - always be on time, no drinking coffee while you’re working, don’t take more breaks than necessary, and don’t give out free drinks to your friends. The last three part-timers had broken at least one of these rules, so Jun had let them go again. Sana is doing well so far, and you think that Jun has maybe even taken a liking to her - not that you can blame him, she’s not only super nice and a general sunshine, but also incredibly beautiful and funny. You’re always happy whenever you work a shift with her. She’s a student like yourself, and wants to become a kindergarten teacher. You’d never let your children near her though, too scared they’d like her more than you - not that you could actually blame them. “Shall I put on some music?”, Sana asks after she’s finished with wiping everything down, and you just nod, finally being done with prepping the giant coffee machines. Just seconds later, smooth lounge music fills the cozy space of the café, and you inhale deeply. 

Maybe you lied earlier. Capitalism did not destroy coffee for you, you still very much love the scent, taste, and especially the effect of it. You check the time, noticing you still have about 15 minutes left before you have to open the café - meaning you have more than enough time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee with Sana. She immediately agrees to drink a cappuccino with you, and just minutes later, you bask in the fresh scent of grounded coffee beans. Sana sighs deeply after having taken the first sip, and gives you a bright smile. “Heavenly. You truly make the best coffee out of all of us, Y/N!”, she compliments you, and you tilt your head to one side. Thanks to the caffeine in your system, you’re finally ready to talk to her now. “Well, if my academic brilliance proves futile, I can always become the best barista in the world, I guess. And by the way, don’t let Minho hear you say that, or he’ll force you to taste all the coffee he makes, resulting in you overdosing on caffeine. You know what he‘s like.”, you answer, and Sana giggles. “Well, I stand with what I said, and I’ll even say it to his face. He needs to learn that he can’t always be the best at everything.” You raise one eyebrow, lips twitching. “No offense, but I don’t think he’s ever been the best at anything so far, he’s just very good at pretending. He basically invented the phrase “fake it till you make it”.” 

Before Sana can reply, there’s a knock against one of the café’s windows. Surprised, you look up, and groan when you see a familiar face staring back at you. “What is he doing here?!”, you grumble, and place your mug on the counter, not moving a single muscle. But Sana, being her nice and angelic self, is already walking towards the door of the café, and before you can protest, she’s already unlocked it. Jisung jumps over the threshold, sporting a bright grin. He greets Sana with a hug, before sliding his giant headphones off his ears. “Moooorning.”, he says, with at least five Os. You’re already annoyed. You’ve known Jisung for… well. For a long time. Too long, some would say (you, for example). Your moms have been close friends since their own college years, and while they thankfully didn’t move into the same neighborhood, they ended up living quite close to each other. Meaning Jisung had been there for pretty much you entire childhood and teenage years - at every single one of your birthday parties, at most Christmases, and sometimes even at Easter (even though neither of your families really celebrated Easter). You’ve also gone on hiking trips together, and on wildlife expeditions, and on holidays by the seaside… In almost all your memories, there’s Jisung. 

“Ugh, why are you so obsessed with me?”, you whine when he leans over the counter to grab your mug and take a sip of your coffee, “There are literally hundreds of colleges and you had to go choose the one I’m attending?!” He grins, puffing out his stupidly adorable hamster cheeks. “I’d never be so cruel and rid you of my pleasant company, my dearest Y/N.”, he answers, dark eyes sparkling with humor. You just huff and turn around. “The usual?”, you ask in a flat voice, and he hums in confirmation. To say you hate Jisung would be a severe overstatement, you just often strongly... dislike him. And feel annoyed whenever he’s around. Mostly because he’s a walking disaster, who kinda thinks the world revolves around him (you blame him being an only child for that). One of your most vivid and probably also traumatic childhood memories is of your sixth birthday party: you had gotten a brand new, soft green bicycle, falling in love with it as soon as you laid eyes on it. Naturally, you had wanted to take it around the block for a little test drive, but all of the sudden, Jisung had thrown a big tantrum until your mom had made you give him the bike first. And being the clumsy child that he simply was (and kinda still is), he had crashed your beautiful new bike into a tree. The tree had won that battle, the handle bar completely bent, same with the front wheel. So you and your bike had been a very short love story with a tragic ending. Romeo and Juliet had nothing on you. And this instance has only been one of many - Jisung had also accidentally sat on your birthday cake once (till this day, you have no idea how he’d even managed to do that). He had also ruined one of your favorite jumpers by dumping ink all over it, had tipped over the canoe when you’d been happily paddling on a lake one summer day, and had given you a black eye when you went mini golfing for your eleventh birthday.

So Han Jisung has always been - and probably will always be - a walking disaster. Being his friend means you have a “Why is he like that” moment at least five times a day. Your biggest fear at the moment is that he’s accidentally going to sit on your brand new laptop and break it, the one you had been saving up for for over two years. And then you’ll just have to kill him which will probably make his very nice mom very sad. But as the bible clearly states: an eye for an eye, a life for a laptop. Or maybe he’s just going to set your whole apartment on fire - he’s truly a mess inside the kitchen, you sadly know that from experience (note to self: never try to bake cookies with Jisung ever again). Your old dorm kitchen will probably never recover from that one particular incident that ended with half the building having to be evacuated. This is one of the reasons why Jisung hasn’t been at your new place yet. The second one being that you also only just moved into it a few weeks ago. Ever since moving, he’s been pestering you though, asking you to have a movie night with him at your new place. Like you said, he’s kinda obsessed with you. He also literally spends every morning at the café you work at - or well, you just assume it’s every morning. As you’re a part timer, you don’t actually have to work every single morning, but he’s definitely always here when you have drawn one of the short straws again.

You quickly busy yourself with making a flat white for Jisung, his preferred drink of choice, while he continues to chat with Sana. They know each other thanks to a mutual friend of theirs, Chan - he’s one of Jisung’s roommates as well as Sana’s best friend. Everyone on campus knows Chan: he’s on the student council, he plays for the baseball team, and he’s one of the most promising music majors you’ve ever seen (or well, heard), already being scouted by different labels even though he’s not even a senior yet. And he’s also just so nice and down to earth, truly a prime example of a man. Jisung should really take a leaf out of Chan’s book. 

“Here you go.”, you say while sliding Jisung’s finished order his way, taking your own mug out of his hands while doing so. You quickly shake your head when he wants to hand you his credit card, and he shoots you a happy smile. Jun would probably fire you instantly if he knew about this, but not once have you let Jisung pay for his coffee - and you’ve been working here for almost four months now. You try to ignore the way your stomach jolts when Jisung locks eyes with you, but fail miserably. So maybe he has the most beautiful smile in the whole world, and maybe his eyes hold entire galaxies in them, but what about it? It’s not like you even really like him, right?

You turn around and pretend to wipe down the coffee machine, but in reality, you just don’t want to look at Jisung’s cute hamster cheeks anymore, because they just make you want to squish them. And you have a reputation to lose. “Well, I’m off to my lecture now - I hope your day will be pleasant, ladies!”, Jisung finally says, and you turn around, catching him giving you a mock salute and mischievous wink. You just wave at him, while Sana wishes him a good day as well. As soon as the door falls close behind him again, you exhale. You really need to get a grip on yourself.

It’s Friday night, and there’s a party at Jisung’s frat house. At first, you don’t want to go, but your roommate Amber basically drags you with her. You know she’s only going because she has the biggest crush on Chan, and you honestly can’t even blame her - half the girls on campus have a crush on him after all, and at least a third of the guys. But while Amber and Chan are good friends, nothing more has ever been going on between them - not yet, that is. Who knows, maybe tonight’s finally the night.

You’re currently sipping on some stale beer Seungmin - one of Jisung’s roommates - had handed you the second you stepped over the threshold of the frat house, scanning the room for people you know. Amber is off to greet some friends from her architecture class, so you’re on your own for now. Which is fine, you don’t really mind just standing in the corner to observe the other guests, it’s actually highly entertaining. For example, there’s one guy twerking like crazy to some Beyoncé song. You think his name is Kevin and he’s in your calc class. A friend of his is currently hyping him up like crazy, while another one with green dyed hair is clearly wishing he was somewhere entirely else. You honestly can’t blame him, the secondhand-embarrassment way too real. A few seconds later, Sana enters the room with a group of girls, and she happily waves at you as soon as she spots you. You simply return her smile, before continuing to watch Kevin. 

“Enjoying the show?”, someone beside you suddenly asks, and you jump, dumping some of your beer over your shirt. “Oh fuck you!”, you yelp, and turn around to glare at Minho’s shit-eating grin, “You definitely scared me on purpose!” “Fuck... me? Absolutely, just name the time and place, babe.”, he answers, and you smack his chest. “Not even in your wildest dreams, Lee.”, you reply, and narrow your eyes at him. He pouts playfully. “I just think we’d make a really great couple.”, he argues, and you shake your head. “Well, society should be able to limit what some people are allowed to think, then.”, you retort, voice flat, and he ruffles your hair. “You know what I love about you? You’re kinda mean and annoying, but unapologetically so.”, he says, and you raise one eyebrow. “I might be kinda mean and annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie.” At this, Minho gasps dramatically, and protectively clutches his phone to his chest. “I mean, I could always change it to one of your selfies, you know?”, he then suggests, making you groan. He’s clearly drunk already or else he wouldn’t be flirting like this. If this sad attempt can even be considered flirting, it’s probably just him being his annoying and arrogant Scorpio self. Minho sighs deeply. “When will you finally accept my eternal love for you, Y/N?”, he asks, and tries to grab one of your hands, but you just smack him again. “Maybe when you finally stop cheating at drawing straws! I have the Monday morning shift again!”, you hiss, and he smirks. “You’ll never know my secret.”, he says smugly, and empties his cup in one single gulp. 

You begin to pout and take a sip from your own cup, eyes wandering towards where Kevin is still throwing it back on the dance floor. “If I ever do something remotely like that, just take me out, and instantly.”, you say, an exasperated expression on your face. “On a date or with a sniper?”, a familiar voice on your other side suddenly asks, and you sigh internally. “Han.”, you greet your favorite frenemy, and Jisung grins while wrapping one arm around your shoulder. “Nice to see you accepted my invite.”, he says, and you quickly duck out of his embrace, trying to ignore your racing heart. Minho just wiggles his eyebrows at you, before flashing you a shit-eating grin and disappearing from view. Traitor. 

“I only came because Amber asked me to.”, you explain, and stand on your tiptoes to look for your friend. Seriously, where did she even go?! It’s been at least 15 minutes since she left you on your own. “You can just admit that you missed my handsome face, you know.”, Jisung says, and you snort. “Yeah, whatever you say, hamster boy.” He groans, ruffling his hair with one hand and making it stand on end. You desperately suppress the need to flatten it again, and quickly take another sip of your beer. “Don’t you get tired of using that old nickname? Plus, my cheeks aren’t as chubby anymore! I have finally lost all my baby fat, the glow up we’ve all been desperately waiting for!”, he says, and you suppress a smile, looking him up and down. “I guess some people would agree that you don’t look bad.”, you finally reply, and ignore the way your heart flutters when he shoots you a wide grin. “Aww, you old softie, I knew you actually liked me.”, he says, lovingly punching your shoulder. You grimace, rubbing the spot he hit - you know he and Chan have started to work out recently, and apparently, Jisung doesn’t know his own strength anymore. “Now don’t get all sappy on me, just because I might have erased your name out of my death note.”, you reply, quickly draining your cup to hide your blush, and mumble something about getting a new drink before basically running away from him. When you enter the kitchen, you exhale deeply. Your hands are shaking, your heart is racing and you know the blush is still very prominent on your cheeks. 

So yeah, maybe you’re kinda a bit in love with Han Jisung. He might be a complete mess, but he’s also funny, hard-working, intelligent and something close to a musical genius. And yeah, maybe you absolutely adore his stupid hamster cheeks, bright smile and beautiful dark chocolate eyes. You close your eyes for a few seconds, groaning internally. You don’t want to be in love with Han Jisung! There is literally no other person you want to be less in love with. Okay, except for Lee Minho, simply because you just couldn’t bring yourself to ever date a Scorpio, no offense. But Han Jisung is at least a close second! 

You can’t even say when you first began to develop these kinds of feelings for him. After graduating high school, you had finally realized how much you’d actually miss Jisung’s constant presence once you had to go off to different colleges. You’re almost embarrassed to admit how your heart had leaped when he told you he’d actually be going to the same college as you. Maybe you had truly just always kind of loved him - him and his weird antics. He’s always been himself, and unapologetically so. In the modern world of snapchat filters, snow apps and facetune, he’s always felt real to you.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts, and groan again. After you’ve refilled your red party cup, you drown it in a few gulps, repeating the process a few times. Drowning your feelings might not be the responsible thing to do just now, but well, you’re only in your early twenties, so you still have lots of time to become a more responsible adult in the future.

Half an hour later, you have probably drunk way too much beer and are also still trying to figure out where Amber has gone. So you finally decide to go search for her, noticing that for some reason, the floor seems to tilt a bit with every step you take. “Weeeeird.”, you mumble, squinting your eyes, “That’s new.” Just then, you manage to walk into someone, soaking their entire backside with your beer. The person yelps loudly, before turning around to glare at you. Your brain needs a few seconds to recognizes the handsome face, and when it finally does, you give him a bright smile while slurring “Hyunjiiiiiin.”, squishing his face between your hands. The boy turns from annoyed to alarmed, and pries your hands from his face while narrowing his eyes at you. “Okay, what and how much did you drink, Y/N?!” Your smile gets even wider. “Only the best kind of alcohol, which is a lot!” Hyunjin just groans and begins to look around for someone. “Where is Han when you need him?!” With that, he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you with him and through the crowd. You hold onto him like your life depends on it - and the way the floor is swaying from side to side right now, it truly just might. You make a disgusted sound when your hand touches Hyunjin’s soaked shirt. “You’re wet, do you know that?”, you mumble, head lulling around until Hyunjin gently guides it to rest against his shoulder. “Yeah, surprisingly I do.”, he says, but in your current state, his sarcasm gets totally lost on you. “You should change, it’s freezing outside, and we don’t want you to catch a cold!”, you tell him off, and he groans, half amused, half exasperated. “I promise I will change as soon as I’ve found Han.” 

You raise both eyebrows at that. “Why do you need to find Jisung? Does he have clothes for you?” Just then, Hyunjin seems to find the desired person, sighing in relief. “Hey, Han! I think your girlfriend has had a little bit too much to drink tonight.”, he yells over the music, and you frown. “His girlfriend? Since when does Jisung have a girlfriend?! And why hasn’t he told me about her?! I’m his oldest friend! Like, not old in the sense of actually being old, but in the sense of time spent toge-”, before you can ramble on, Hyunjin basically shoves you into Jisung’s outstretched arms. “Here, she’s your responsibility now! Take her home or whatever. I’m gonna go change.”, he says curtly, before turning around and marching off. You wave at his retreating backside, before you look up at Jisung, who sports a very confused expression. “Uh, what exactly happened?”, he asks, taking in your glossy eyes, flushed cheeks and lopsided smile, “Shit, are you drunk?! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!” He actually looks amazed, and you can’t help but ruffle his dark hair. It feels silky when it slips through your fingers, and you giggle to yourself. “Nice.”, you murmur, before you glare at him, “So, you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me about her?! That’s rather rude, you know? We’re friends, after all! The oldest friends ever! I tell you almost everything.” Jisung just blinks a few times, before he shakes his head in disbelief. “Uh, okay, maybe I should bring you home.”, he murmurs, and wraps his arms even tighter around your waist, “Where’s your stuff?” You shrug while snuggling closer to him to bury your face in the crook of his neck. He yelps, and freezes for a few seconds, before he sighs and drags you towards one of the sofas. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be back in a second.”, he murmurs softly, and tugs some of you hair behind your ear. You lean into his touch, and close your eyes while nodding. The last thing you hear is his low chuckle.

Bright sunlight greets you the second you try to open your eyes. You groan and decide it’s better to just close them again. Seeing is overrated anyway, especially when your head is pounding like crazy. Mh, maybe you did drink a little bit too much yesterday.

“Are you alive? Groan once for yes, twice for no.”

You truly love your roommate, but right now, you’re prepared to throw her out the window as her voice cuts through your hazy state like a knife. Still, you manage to groan once.

“Okay, good. There’s water on your bedside table, and some aspirin. Take it.” 

For the second time this morning (or midday, you honestly have no idea what time it is), you try to open your eyes, just a teeny tiny bit. Still half blind, you carefully fumble for said things on your bedside table. After taking the aspirin and drinking some water, you sigh in relief and fall back into your pillows. “You were really out of it yesterday, huh? Any reason for drinking for at least three people?”, Amber asks, her voice laced with quiet humor. You just grumble something unintelligible, and she chuckles. “Do you remember who brought you home?”

You finally turn around to look at her, raising one eyebrow. “... You?”, you guess, and she presses her lips together to try and stifle her shit-eating grin - she fails though. “Nope. I was kinda busy.”, she just answers, a smug expression on her face. You finally manage to sit up, ruffling your messy bed hair. “Busy doing what? Now that I think of it, I remember you were gone from my side the second we stepped foot inside the frat house. Talk about loyalty.” You try not to sound too offended, but while you don’t remember much from last night, you do remember that you spent some time looking for it, but in vain. “Chan.”, Amber just answers, and you squeal - regretting it a split second later when a sharp pain shoots through your head. “Remind me to never make that noise again while I’m nursing a hangover.”, you say, holding your head between your hands, and Amber giggles. “Noted. But yeah, Chan and I… well. Let’s just say we had a good night.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, and you return her grin. “Well, congrats, then! You snatched the Bang Chan, props to you.” Her smile softens, and she sighs dreamily. “He even asked me on a date afterwards. So we’re going out to get some pasta tonight.”, she tells you, and your smile gets even bigger. “I’m so happy for you, Amber. He’s a really great guy, and you deserve a really great guy.”, you say gently, and she nods. “Damn right I do. But speaking of a really great guy - Jisung was actually the one to bring you home last night.”, she explains, grinning smugly when she sees your shocked expression. “He did what now?!”, you ask, not ready to believe her, at least not yet. Amber leans back on her elbows, obviously enjoying this way too much. “Well, after you drank about half the alcohol the boys bought for the party, you decided to give Hyunjin a beer shower, who immediately realized it was definitely time to get you home, so he went searching for Jisung who then brought you to our apartment. No idea what happened after you left the frat house though, I only got to know about this because Hyunjin told Chan who told me.”

You bury your face in your pillow and let out a long, miserable noise. You sound a bit like a dying whale which makes Amber laugh. “Ah, come on, it’s not that bad. You and Jisung are friends after all, I’m sure he saw you drunk lots of times already!”

You shake your head.

“Wait, he hasn’t?!”

“Nope. I very rarely get drunk, and it’s not like Jisung and I are actual friends like that - friends who take care of each other and so on, you know?”, you try to explain, and Amber frowns. “What do you mean? Y/N, you and Jisung have known each other since forever, you hang out constantly, and you always talk about him with endless adoration - well, and a bit of annoyance too, to be fair. But what do you mean you’re not friends “like that”?!” You blink at her, surprise written all over your face. “I don’t talk about him with endless adoration!”, you disagree. Amber just gives you a very long, hard look, and you begin gnawing at your lip. “I… do?”, you ask in a small voice, and she nods. “You talk to him every day, Y/N, and you talk about him even more. It would be annoying if it weren’t also extremely cute.”, she replies, and begins filing her nails, lips twitching while she watches you trying to digest what she’s just told you. “I guess… I should at least message him to thank him for bringing me home.”

“And for tucking you into bed.”

You groan and throw your pillow at Amber. She catches it and laughs. “What, you looked very cozy and all snuggled up when I came home! And I doubt you yourself did that, at least if Hyunjin told the truth about the amount of alcohol you consumed yesterday.”

You look yourself up and down, noticing that you’re not wearing your clothes from last night anymore, but your favorite pj’s, the ones with little succulents on it. “Does this mean…”, you whisper, but shake your head, “Nope, not even going there. I’m way too sleep-deprived and hangover to deal with any of that right now.” Amber grins and shrugs. “Just go ask Jisung, I’m sure he can fill you in on everything.” You groan again, and fall back onto your bed. “I’ll have to take a shower first.”, you mumble, and close your eyes again. “Yes, please do, you reek of stale beer.” And with that, your roommate throws your pillow back at you.

It’s already about to get dark again when you arrive at the frat house, nervously bouncing on your feet for a few seconds before you finally gather the courage to knock on the front door. You quickly stuff your hands back into the pockets of your leather jacket, gnawing at your lower lip while waiting for someone to open the door. Just a few minutes later, Hyunjin’s tired face greets you. He raises both eyebrows when he lays eyes on you, immediately noticing your nervous expression. “Hi.”, you say, and give him a small smile. He leans against the doorframe, and crosses both arms over his chest. “Hi yourself. You actually look less zombie-like than expected.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks, today’s look is inspired by sleep deprivation and a mean hangover. Water and aspirin helped though, or else I could have auditioned for The Walking Dead.”, you grumble, “And uh… Thanks for yesterday, by the way. I’m really sorry about your shirt, I heard I dumped beer all over it.” Hyunjin cracks a smile at that, and shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s fine. The washing machine will take care of that. Wanna come in?”, he asks, and you nod, quickly following him inside the warmth of the parlor. 

Surprisingly, the house looks clean and tidy again - the guys must have spent the entire day getting rid of last night’s mess. You’re actually impressed. “Han is in his room.”, Hyunjin says, before you even have the chance to ask, and you gulp nervously. “O-okay…”, you mumble, and are just about to walk up the stairs, when Hyunjin tugs on your sleeve. You turn around to face him again, expression questioning. The boy gnaws at his lip, looking nervous. “Just… Finally tell him, okay? I’m like, literally begging you.”, he then says, and you narrow your eyes at him. “Tell him what, exactly?”, you inquire, but Hyunjin only gives you an exasperated gaze. “You know exactly what. We’re all tired of you guys pining after each other but not actually doing anything about your feelings. Quick reminder: this is not a cheesy rom-com where you have to wait until one of you guys leaves the country so you can finally declare your love at the airport or some big, stupid gesture like that. Just do it now, in his stuffy frat room and get it over with.” Before you’re able to reply, he gives you a mock salute and retreats into the kitchen. You huff, surprised at the audacity of his words, and turn around to finally go up the stairs and towards Jisung’s room. 

You take in a few deep breaths before knocking on his door, trying to steady yourself. Then, you wait - but after a few seconds have passed and the door has not yet been opened, you simply turn the doorknob and let yourself in. Jisung sits at his desk, giant headphones covering his ears while he hums along to the music he’s listening to. Well, that explains why he didn’t hear you knocking. You quickly cross the room, and tap his shoulder. He screams, and whips around, almost ripping his headphones off in the process. You giggle at his shocked expression, dark eyes almost comically big in his face. “When did you arrive!?”, he almost yells, and you slide the headphones off his ears, brushing some of his hair back while doing so. His eyelids flutter for a few seconds, before he raises one eyebrow. “You don’t look that shitty, which is surprising considering the amount of beer you drank last night.”, he says after looking you up and down, and you defensively cross your arms over your chest. “Wow, thanks. Always the charmer, huh?”, you huff in mock offense, and he grins up at you. “No need to charm when I know your heart is already mine.” You almost choke on your own spit, and beg the blush creeping on your cheeks to just not do that right now. Truly not the time nor place. “I came to thank you, actually. For last night - I heard you were the one to bring me home.”, you finally admit, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. 

Jisung just stares at you for a few seconds, before giving you a soft smile. “Well, yeah. I couldn’t just let anyone take you home - and Amber was kinda busy, I heard.” You nod. “True, I’m glad you didn’t interrupt whatever she was doing. So, uh, yeah, thanks, you’re… a good friend, I guess.” Almost immediately, embarrassment washes over you, and you groan at your own words. Jisung’s lips begin to twitch. “A good friend, huh?”, he repeats and crosses both hands behind his head, still looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You blink a few times, before slowly beginning to nod. “Y-yeah…?” “For someone so smart, you’re really fucking oblivious sometimes, you know that?”, Jisung suddenly states, and you huff. “Excuse me?! Who do you call obliv-” But before you can tell him off, he pulls you onto his lap and then, his lips are on yours. You yelp, freezing for a few seconds, before basically melting against him. He hums appreciatively, and wraps both arms around you to pull you even closer towards him, deepening the kiss. You bury your hands in his soft hair, gently tugging on it, and he groans against your lips. You use the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth while his hands wander lower to grab your ass. You shift on top of him, and he moans when you brush against his crotch. 

When you draw back to catch your breaths, you simply stare at each other, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Then, Jisung begins to smile at you, and your heart flutters. Twenty years of seeing his smile, but you’ll apparently never get used to it. “About fucking time.”, he then murmurs against your lips, voice pleased, and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m not oblivious, by the way! You’re the oblivious one - I never give anyone free coffee, because it could literally cost me my job, and yet you always get a flat white on the house!”, you tell him, and he smirks. “Oh, baby, the oblivious one is definitely you - or do you really think I just happen to have a lecture every morning you got the early shift again?”, he replies, a smug expression on his face. You just stare at him. “You-”, but before you can say anything else, Jisung quickly presses his lips against yours again. You immediately lean into his embrace, and close your eyes, losing yourself to his touch - so familiar, yet also so new and exciting.

Yes, maybe you’ve truly always been in love with Han Jisung - but at least he seems to feel the exact same way. 

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[starkeristheendgame]

If you are okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a body switch soulmate au. When you first make eye contact with your soulmate you switch bodies. You stay in each other's bodies for 24 hours. I feel like this could cause some shenanigans on both sides. Tony hasn't had to be taught anything in awhile and Peter doesn't know how to run a company.

I was a little apprehensive about this idea at first but honestly? I adore it. I am afraid, however, I took this away from the ‘humor’ pathway and plopped it straight down into ‘light angst’. Please accept my apologies for that - And I’d be happy to write something more lighthearted if this doesn’t hit the spot. Keeping your own emotions and mindset out of what you write is hard sometimes. 

Slight AU in that they meet differently to CW. 

TW: Light angst | Slight hurt 

He was going to lose his fucking mind. He could feel each one of his IQ points disintegrating as he stared at the board (an actual digital board, what fucking year were they in? 2015?) and tapped his pen restlessly on the desk. He hadn’t been to school since he was eighteen. The last time he’d been in a classroom was January, giving a motivational speech to Princeton graduates. 

He felt too small and too stifled and if this woman pronounced Epinephrine wrong one more time, he was going to launch his desk at her and snap that stupid board in half. 

Because he could do that, now. Displays of sheer power. Because Peter Parker had been bitten by a genetically modified spider and Tony was currently occupying Peter’s body. 

Soulmates were so, so overrated. 

“Hey, wonder kid. Tap that pen one more time” the girl to his left whispered, and Tony shot her a cool side-eye. MJ quirked a brow at him, equally unimpressed, and nodded to the board. Tony scowled but knew the effect was ruined by the soft, pretty baby-face he currently wore. Curse Peter and his lopsided brows and his huge eyes. Curse soulmates for existing. 

MJ was thus far the only one who’d noticed The Switch. It was only sheer coincidence that Peter and Tony both had brown eyes of a similar enough shade that the telling switch of eye colour between soulmates hadn’t given them away. MJ, however, was astoundingly attuned into her best friend, and it had only taken three minutes in her presence for her scowl at him and ask who the fuck was wearing her friend’s meatsuit. Tony had to begrudgingly admit that he could see why her and Peter were good friends. She’d looked unimpressed at his claim until he’d pulled out his (Peter’s) phone to show the frantic texts from that morning, and then she’d huffed, rolled her eyes, and dragged him to first period. 

He thought lunch would be a reprieve when it came, but instead he found himself staring with growing dismay at a tray of food that he’d refuse even if he was a prisoner, blanching in disgust when a sloppy excuse for a mac’n’cheese was dumped into one of the slots. “I’m going to die” he complained, ushered along by an unsympathetic MJ. “This is cruel. This is inhumane. Dogs don’t even get fed this”. 

“Yeah, well. You’re a billionaire, so. Put up or shut up. I have no sympathy for capitalist elitists”. And, wow, rude. But understandable. He sank down onto one of the bench seats and tried to stop his stomach from rolling at the way the meal wobbled when it was set down. He’d been poking at it for several moments, largely ignored by MJ, when a shadow fell over his table. He looked up and stared with disinterest at the sneering figure above him, before he sighed. 

“Which one are you, then? Neb? Flake?” 

“Flash” the form above him frowned, and Tony waved a dismissive hand. 

“Yeah, whatever. Class killed off half my IQ points and I’m not wasting the rest on you. Off you pop”. He turned back to his pitiful excuse of a meal, prodding the macaroni distrustfully with his fork. The boy besides him gaped, flustered, before turning on his heel and stomping off. When Tony glanced up, the girl was looking appraisingly over her book at him. 

“Maybe you should leave your balls behind. Peter could do with them” she noted, before dropping her gaze again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“How much money does he actually have?” 

“Sir’s total net worth including assets, liabilities and investments are currently estimated at just short of a trillion, Mr. Parker. In terms of ‘real time currently’ Sir has £515,268,385,012 as of the current hour”. 

Peter was gonna pass out. He was wearing the body of a man with five-hundred billion in the bank. He’d known Tony Stark was rich, obscenely and un-necessarily so, but that was a whole other level. Vaguely unsteady, he sank down on the plush couch, feeling a little green. It had already been a few hours since waking, but he had yet to get used to the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, Tony Stark. 

“Does that bother you?” The artificial voice asked after a moment, sounding impossibly curious. Peter hadn’t thought AI of this level possible, but here he was, talking to a voice that was more realistic than some of the living people he knew. 

“Its...A shock, I guess. I mean, it does bother me, I suppose. Nobody needs that much money. That much cold cash alone could eradicate homelessness in America. But...I don’t know. Its his money, he earns it. He saves the world and stuff. I don’t know how you could put a value on some of the things he’s done”. 

The AI was quiet for a moment, pensive. “Sir’s ‘profession’ is high cost also, Mr. Parker. The worth of the Mark IVII alone is £6,000,500,000”. Peter thought about it for a moment, then gave in, humming softly. He supposed in that sense, having that much money kind of didn’t matter, then, when a huge chunk of it was consumed by saving the world. He’d seen how often that suit got dinged up, and had no doubt repairs and replacing parts was costly. 

“Am I allowed to get something to eat?” He asked after a moment, stomach rumbling a little. He’d spent so much time this morning freaking out and being consoled by JARVIS that he’d missed breakfast and lunch had slipped him by. 

“Of course, Mr. Parker. Several components of the kitchen are automated, but I am capable of guiding through any recipes or devices you are unfamiliar with”. 

JARVIS had apparently activated something called ‘Romeo and Juliet Protocol’ when it had been revealed that Tony had been Switched, and a large majority of the Tower was closed off and protected. Peter couldn’t leave the penthouse and JARVIS had strict control of everything, even down to the doors. Peter was happy enough to just sit there and wait it out, though. As amazing as being here was, snooping was rude, especially when what he could find could potentially compromise the entire world. 

He chose to make a simple, small sandwich which involved nothing more than a single knife and plate, marvelling at the giant fridge and the ridiculous amount of food within. Apparently Mr. Stark had a chef that stopped by once every other day with prepared meals, and was on-call for whenever he required a fresh meal without having to cook it. The produce was organic and far different to the sad, wilting lettuce that could be found at the local Cheap Fresh. 

Technically, if it was plausible, when you Switched you were supposed to follow a specific protocol set up by the Government, but Mr. Stark had ultimately lost his entire mind at discovering his soulmate was fourteen and had immediately demanded Peter stay locked up like Rapunzel while he pretended to be him for the day to throw off suspicion. Peter couldn’t deny that had hurt a little, but he understood it. Soulmates or not it would be the scandal of the century - Tony would be called all sorts of things at best and investigated at worst, and the nature of their age difference meant a lifetime of interference and monitoring by the Government and protective services. He knew it was easier to pretend it hadn’t happened, to hide it from the world. Tony had suggested a private agreement, a ridiculous sum of money in exchange for Peter’s silence. 

He realised he’d been staring morosely at his plate when JARVIS prompted him softly, and he sighed, taking a bite. There was no physical remote for the TV but JARVIS helped him to access a cache of movies and he settled on Inception, his weakness for Tom Hardy and Leonardo DiCaprio soothing the ache of his new reality. 

“Am I allowed to ask what running a business is like?” He asked after a while, head balanced on his palm. 

“In what regard, Mr. Parker?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m fifteen. I don’t know how to run a company, let alone run a company and be a superhero. What kinda stuff does he do? Does he attend meetings? Does he fly around the world on company retreats like in the movies?” 

JARVIS sounded lightly amused when he replied. “Sir has delegated much of the daily company operation amongst several trusted employees, but he is still the namesake, owner and CEO of Stark Industries. He does attend frequent meetings, but most of Sir’s ‘flying around the world’ is done for leisure or Iron Man related activity”. 

“Sir spends most of his time in the lab, conducting important work for both his priorities. Sir also does a respectable amount of charity work, investment work and supportive work. I believe his latest venture is funding the entirety of MIT’s PhD graduate projects”. 

Wow. That was...That would be a lot of money. And being supported by someone like Tony Stark was bound to be something to boast about, something that would fluff up your resume a little. 

“Does he enjoy it?” Peter asked after a moment, fingertips raising absently to the arc reactor in his chest. It ached constantly, a low-level background pain that never quite faded out of touch, the odd sensation of a gaping maw in his chest something that had made him heave earlier that morning. Mr. Stark was tired, burnt out, but still going. It made Peter want to spend his twenty-four hours just sleeping, to try and soothe the man’s headache. 

“Sir finds great gratification in his duties” JARVIS replied quietly, though he did not specify which. Peter gave a hum and succumbed to the desire to nap, curled up on the corner of the couch with Inception fading quietly into the background. 

He ate again when he woke up, and blinked when he saw the time. Mr. Stark’s phone had been heavily locked down, but he could still access the message channel between this number and his own. The messages there were disheartening. 

Told your hot Aunt I’m staying at that Nate kids house tonight. I’ll be coming to the Tower, but you won’t see me. I’ll stay on the level below.

Sorry, kid. Seeing someone else wearing me like a Givenchy suit is just too head-spinning. 

JARVIS will keep you safe up there. We switch back at midnight, so try and get some sleep. You’ll wake up as yourself and I’ll get the plan in motion. 

“JARVIS, when was the last time Mr. Stark cried?” He asked timidly, and the AI was silent for a moment. 

“Four years ago, Mr. Parker”. 

“Oh,” he breathed out, vision blurring. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’m about to ruin that” and he let the teardrops fall.

[sherl-grey]

3, 4, 5, and 9 from the fic ask game!

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

So, thankfully most of my shorter drafts got published during the DocRose marathon. The longer ones.... yikes... I'll list a few, but there are a lot just sitting there in planning.

"the rose-pond swap" (the TARDIS accidentally misplaces Rose and Amy) has 7 chapters on my AO3 but I don't have the next chapter yet... whoops.

"the weight of words" - I have like. 50 chapters planned and 8 written in docs, but I don't actually think I'll ever publish this one. It's just a generic Series 3-4 Rewrite in which the Doctor actually managed to finish his sentence, and it "changes" him. Meanwhile, Rose is dimension-hopping and meeting other incarnations, who all help her as she shifts into her new Bad Wolf pseudo-Gallifreyan physiology.

untitled - Tentoo and Rose travelled a lot on their own and made a lot of alien superspy tech since they can't regenerate, but Tentoo has since died. Rose travelled on her own and picked up Jenny on the day Ten left (completely coincidental) but is called back to Earth by Jack when Jenny gets arrested for something. Unfortunately, he accidentally calls both TARDISes, and Eleven and all three Ponds show up too. I wrote 7 chapters of this, but they're not linear and I don't really think I'm happy with them, so I'm likely to scrap it.

"Something Wild" - Time Lady Rose slowburn where she and the Doctor are Academy friends but have a falling out when he goes through with his arranged marriage. It's funny though, they seem to be getting called back to each other throughout the years at the worst parts of their lives, and then a big Thing happens when the Time War ends but I'd rather not say. It literally spans from Theta Sigma to Day of the Doctor. Loosely inspired by the song by Lindsey Stirling feat. Andrew McMahon. Still in the planning stages and I have the biggest plot parts down, but even as I write it I might not publish it because of my lack of canon knowledge.

I've also planned like... 3? more series rewrites (all separate ideas) and 3 ideas for gift fics for my beta if I can get myself to write again. I'm just.... very tired.

4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

I abandoned a LOT of fics during the marathon--some of those are more about needing more time to either think, research, or just trudge past writer's block. I'll tell you about the funny and infamous "Check Yes, Juliet" fic that I stopped--it was supposed to be a multiverse fic that follows 3 TenRose pairings (canon + 2 AU) but as you might expect, that does not flow very well. It plays sorta like a music video in my head and I can see what I want to happen, which is frustrating, but I can't get it into words.

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

I literally do not have anything that's guaranteed to be upcoming since I'm taking a breather, so... uh... instead, enjoy the intro to "the weight of words" that will live unfinished in my Drive forever:

“I...I love you.”

The instinctive teasing quip flirty arrogant defense mechanism dies somewhere on its way from his brain to his lips, and all he can see is her. The woman who saved him, who took his hand palm to palm, fingers locked tight, a perfect fit when he’d thought he had no one left in all of time and space. Who smiled at him tongue in teeth, brilliant, radiant, golden and happy when he thought he’d only ever see darkness even when he was awake. Who gave him a home her hand in his, the music of laughter, nights curled on the sofa when he thought he’d doomed himself to being homesick for all eternity. The woman he….

“If… if it’s my last chance to say it. Rose Tyler, I love you.”

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

MultiDoctor content!! I have to do SO much research for that stuff and some authors are so familiar with canon they can just churn it out, and I love that. Also, parallel universe content or alternate universe (especially royalty, childhood best friends or college/university fics)--you do not understand how much I suck at AUs, even if I adore reading some of them.

[middle-class-trash]

Rise of the Titans liveblog!!!

that intro made me unexpectedly emotional

So if Blinky is narrating, he can't die, right? Right????

BRO THE SUBWAY SCENE!!!! We're getting right fuckin into it!!!

Steve, my son!!!

I wish Toby wasn't a constant punchline 🙃 it just makes me not take his character seriously

CLAIRE!!!!!!

Something about Douxie decking Skrael at the first opportunity is just so sexy of him

Jim is incredibly brave but it's really reckless to go hand-to-hand with a demigod without proper armor

My heart goes BUMBUMBUMBUM when Douxie looks out the traincar window

Sexy traincar tracks spell WHO

THE WRECKAGE AWWWW

Oh my gosh the people stuck in the magic circle because they wouldnt get out of the way

NO NO NO DOUXIE NO

So they were arrested that early?? Jeez

Nari's such a cutie

"None of us will be talking to you" *cut to Toby spilling every bean*

TOBY'S FACE AT THE END HAHHAHAHA

Something about Nari's voice coming out of Douxie's body is so deeply odd

Oh hey, Krel to the rescue

AREA 49 HAKSHDKSKD

"And your mom."

Oh my gosh he's still broken from Wizards 😂

The Guardians are just dead set on pissing off local authorities huh

JIM!!!

STRICKLER?????

BARBARAAAAA

Stricklake supremacy 😌 they both look so good

Claire listening in 😭😭😭 she's so cute

AWWWWW ENGAGED ENGAGED ENGAGED

......does that give them death flags? Fuck. Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck. It totally does.

AWWW DOUXIE!NARI HUGGING ARCHIE

Aja!!!!

Your majesty!!

Oh yikes, here's that running gag everyone was talking about.. pregnant Steve

Oh hey, Eli's hot now. We been knew 😂

"Mazel tov!" HAHA

Poor Jim needing a bunch of support to walk 🥺 he's such a trooper

I will simply pass away if Blinky dies

I hope Douxie is okay, we haven't seen him in Nari's body and that makes me ✨nervous✨

OH JKJK

Nari is so goddamn pretty

"Only your presence, not your commitment" is such a rapey saying

"Abra-cadabra, buttsnacks" I love that he still says that 🥺🥺 he loves his friends so much

"Do your worst" *cue both Douxie and Nari absolutely screaming in pain*

Krohnisfere? Alrighty then, that's the first mission

"I wouldn't be so sure of that" AWWW

They fixed the amulet???? DUUUUDE

"For the good of all..." 😭😭😭😭

"Or I could lock onto Nari and portal us there" *dead fucking silence*

I hate how Toby's used as a constant punchline.. a penny? Really?

TRAINTRACK MAGIC CIRCLE GO BRRRR

Poor Nari 🥺 Douxie's in so much distress

Oh no, the new amulet isn't working?? Fuckk

That absolutely gorgeous screencap of pissed Aja

Part of me is glad Nari was forced to do this and wasn't actually a traitor

Ice titan awakening sequence? Ice titan awakening sequence.

Oh Nari. Oh sweetie

Oh my gosh she's fucking tied to her titan

Boiling water!!! Or underwater explosion, that works too. Much more dramatic but that's Bellroc's style

Oh wow Steve actually has a bump?? What the fuck???

Oooh, TrollDragons?

Charlie!!!

"We still don't have a trollhunter" Aja, honey, not helpful

"Does he even trust himself? AJA, HONEY, NOT HELPFUL

Barbara being proud of her son 😭😭

OOH fusing excalibur with the armor?

Aja is so full of confidence, it's a good look for her

Steve being preggo is..really fucking weird. When they said

AWWW BLINKY AND AARRRGHHH

Your honor, I love them

OOH IS IT SOFT JLAIRE TIME

Ohhhh it's soft Jlaire time

He's always looking out for his mom 🥺

"I will always be here (head), and here (heart)" just fuck me up fam

Charlie!!!

Zong-Shi?

"Only death will come to those who go looking for it" oh dear

"The troll with many eyes" how does Charlie know Blinky? 😂

AYYY this where the banner that I found first is from!!! it was so cool seeing my screenshot circulate when we were starved for content 😂😂 everyone was posting various rott icons and banners that they got hoping they'd find a new one

Oh dear.. government

Blinky dear they can't understand you

"Holy frijole" Claire I simply adore you

WOW THAT'S PRETTYYYYY

Troll slaves???

So is Zong-Shi this ugly ass pear-lookin ass

Aja chilling with Jim even though she has doubts is an interesting strategic choice

Douxie, AARRRGHHH, and Nomura? Talk about rarepare

NOMURA CATCHING HIM 😭😭 SEXYYYY

DOUXIE RESCUING NOMURA 😭😭😭😭 SEXXYYYYY

If I havent said it yet, the animation is breathtaking

OH SHIT JIM

aaaaand here come those frozen wings

Nari cant be in control of herself, there's no way. She's still tied to the titan for Pete's sake

NOMURA????

Please dont let this be a sacrifice

PLEASE NO

BOTH CHANGELINGS????

STRICKLANDER??????

No on-screen death, so it's not real. No on-screen death, do it"# notbsmejelreal

NO ON-SCREEN DEATH BUT IT'S NOT REAL

THEYRE TALKING AHOUT HIM PAST-TENSE NOOOO

THEY RBOGUHT UP HIS DADDDDDD

"There's no revelation I can give you" is a great way of saying he's not relevant, genuinely

Oh wow this guy's freaky

Ohhhh so the green thing from the trailers and promo photos is the Krohnisfere

Archie to the rescue!!!

"That's my boy!" AWWE

"Claire nooo, no no no no YESSS, I'm free!!!" Blinky, never change 😂

Oh wow, they're already in contact with Bellroc's titan??

Different note, but the titan's designs are just different enough to make them interestun

VARVATOS??? Okay jk somehow it's gun robot lmfao

WAIT NEVER MIND HAHAHAH HI BUD

....if the bridge falls, can't Charlie just fly them across

LMAO he just saw his death?? That is what he wanted to see 🤷🏻‍♀️

It's too early to celebrate, there's no way Bellroc is down after just a few pinches

Yeahhh

Oh dear... is Varvatos in danger?

Claire being the warrior of the group is incredible and sexy and hhnnngggg

Toby is a Hufflepuff. I will not be answering questions

OH WOW THAT'S HOW HE BURNED HIS HAND??? THE HONRGAZEL?????

ARCHIE SAID GOODBYE??? NO NO NO NO NO

Douxie's gonna be a flat mess!!!

God, plus Nomura and Stricklander

NOOOO DOUXIE YOU BIG SWEETIE

Oh my gosh this is the scene with Douxie trying to connect with Nari, it has to be

"I need to try again" AWWW HONEY

That shot of Mexico was incredibly stereotypical

DOUXIE SWEETHEART 🥺🥺

He's trying to hold her hand???? AWWWW

Oh my gosh he's being choked 😳

NARI BABY!!!!

The huggos 🥺🥺

Jim being frustrated is totally realistic

Wait wait wait waittt do they have the entire titan at their disposal?

"There's absolutely nothing all the way out here" cue a titan. Any of them.

And there it is.

CLAIRE SUPREMACY!!!!!!!

White haired Claire? White haired Claire???

Oh dear it's like.. a little over halfway and there's so much left that could happen

COACH. COOOOACH

OH THANK GOD!!! Steve doesn't need another paternal figure dying on him

Time for Skrael to fuck shit up 😬

I find it interesting how Bellroc and Skrael's titans are both bipedal but Nari's is on four legs, much more animalistic

NARI, NOOOOO PLEASE NO

At least Skrael's done????

We kinds knew Bellroc was the final boss but NOT LIKE THIS

DOUXIE SCREAMING FOR HER

NOOOOOOO

No more running. GODDAMNIT

The three can no longer unite but Bellroc can still fcuk shit up

A HIDDEN PAGE??? FUCK THE WORLD IS TO BE REFORGED WITH FIRE

THE HEARTSTONE??????

Oh shit, the explanation for why Arcadia's the center of everything!!

The only heartstone?? Really???? That's scary as shit, trolls could go instinct without a reliable hearthstone!!

EXCALIBUR TIMEEE

JIMMMMMM

Come on honey, you can do it!!

Aja, honey, I love you so much but now's not the time

THE HEARTSTONE???? FUCK DUDE

.......Steve

Eli the midwife?? ...gross

Jim, my love, my baby boy!!!

The nine of them!!!

AWW BLINKY BEING THE BEST DAD

THEY WORK TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

"Quiet desperation" is a great word for it

Are we coming on to the big final battle?

Ohnoohnoohno they all said the thing 😭😭😭 someone's gonna die. At least one more is gonna die.

HE'S DRIVINGGGG. LOVE THAT FOR HIM

STICKY SPELL TIME!!!!!!

"Some sort of stickum!" Bro 😂😂

I love how he calls them all Trollhunters 😭 throwback to the OG show where the three of them were all called that

Aja Terron supremacy

Oh it's weird.. it's very weird. Why did Steve have to be pregnant again

Oh dear, there's half an hour left.. this has to be the final battle

JIM

Varvatos shielding Claire and Krel 🥺

Fuck, man, people are getting thrown left and right

DOUXIE MY LOVE

Oh here we fucking go, rematch

NEW AMULET???

Jim's about to get royally fucked up

LIKE THAT

FUCK

WHY IS SHE TAKING HIM??? GOD NO

Anti-magic beacon??

Helloooo that's smart asf

This gives Mount Doom vibes

"Embrace your loved ones for the final time" FUCK MAN STOP IT

"I already was" DAMN RIGHT BUD

NEW AMULETTTT

GO GET JIM GO GET 'IM

DAYLIGHT ARMOR!!!!!!

He was ready to just sacrifice himself like THAT

DAYLIGHT ARMORRRRR WITH EXCALIBUR??????? FUUUUCK

Jim being great at combat is just the best fucking thing

Oh fuck. OH FUCK.

STABBED??????

PLEASE NO, GOD NO

FUUUUCK

"I'm powerless" "You get used to it" WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

JIM HONEY PLEASE DONT DIE

Is that....is that it?? Oh dear god, is that it????

JIM WHERE ARE YOU

I'm calling it now it's too early to be celebrating

Oh god the weird babies

WHERE IS TOBY

WHERE

NO

MY JAW FUCKING DROPPED

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY

HE'S GETTING A DYING MONOLOGUE??????

ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE

"Itll be the two of us at the end" WHY DOES THAG SEEM LIKE JIM WILL GO OUT TIO

THERE'S NO WAY TOBY JUST DIED

THHERE'S NO WAY

That was sad as fuck but in a narrative way I hope it's permanent

Oh dear, Jim's going back????

Oh shit

WWHAT IS HE DOING

NOOOOO

"I have cherished every moment with you" STOP IT HE'S HIS FATHER

"I FYOU WERE MY OWN SON" STOPPPPPP

WHAT'S HAPONEINGGGGG

CLAIRE

NOOOO

THIS IS WHERE IM SOBBING

THIS IS WHERE IM LOSUNG IT

"Dont give up on me" FUCK STOPPPP

"I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE AND HERE" FUCK IT STOPPPPP

"I would date you for a hundred lifetimes" IS REALLY BEING TESTED HUH

THERE ARE 10 MINUTES ELFT WHAT THEBFUCK

AND WE'RE BACK TO TROLLHUNTERS?.????

HUHHHH

Fuck, man. FUCK, MAN.

Oh, Toby. Ohhhh Toby

CLAIRE 🥺

ROMEO AND JULIET!!!!

Oh my fucking god

"IF YOUD COME OVER TO DINNER" AYYYYY

His smile at Steve 🥺

HE'S HAVING TOBY TAKE THE CANAL???? But wouldnt the amulet still call for Jim?????

"Nothing interesting ever happens in Arcadia" VERY FUCKING FUNNY

Destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives living in an existence of quiet desperation, never learning the truth- that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders is actually the sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights. Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valor. That to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero. Don't think. Become.

.......it actually called his name. I can't believe it actually called his name.

The fuck is that ending??? Let Jim REST

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Beatrice to my Benedick - Steven Hyde x reader

Dear diary,

Being the best student in literature has it's perks, like getting paired with the worst student for the big end-of-the-year project. Steven Hyde took this class because he thought it was an easy A, but he was wrong. The only A he got in that class was A headache.

Why would it be a perk to get paired with him, you may wonder? Well, I liked Steven for a while now. We barley exchange words, but if there was a looks class, that's his easy A.  his attitude needs a bit of work, but his cynical comments make the class better, and the way he threw in every irrelevant fact possible to piss off Mr. D was… I don't even know how to explain, attractive? I adore the fact he gives zero fucks about who gives a fuck. And now I have a chance to get to know him as more than the troublemaker. Will I fuck it up? probably. Wish me luck.

(y\n) close the notebook she used as a diary and pushed it under the closed book on her desk, going back to copying from the bored the assignment. The big end of the year project was to take a Shakespeare play and plan how a current day adaption of it would look. "much like west side story taking Romeo and Juliet's story and placing it in the times of the 50's, with street gangs instead of high-class feuding families, touching subjects that are relevant to the time like immigrants and the way we treat them" Mr. D explained farther. There was one thing that man loves more than homework: Shakespeare. The bell rings, and (y\n) started to pack up her things.

"listen, you're like, really smart and I'm not so how about you do everything and I get 50% of the credit". Those words came out of a mouth belonged to a curly haired, sun-glasses wearing handsome guy. "no" she said, pushing her things in her backpack and getting up, "that's fucking stupid, I'm not letting you do nothing and get an A" she kept talking, but the moment she looked at him she started to stutter. "common, you know I'll just ruin you’re a, do you want to ruin your perfect scoresheet?" Steven Hyde kept insisting. "n-no, look, that's, uh, that's a really big project" she replied. "fine" he sighed, giving up quicker then she expected. "you're place right after school?" he offered. "sure" she smiled, not really knowing how to function next to him. she was okay as long as she didn't wonder if his eyes look her up and down behind the sunglasses, so she looked away from him. "do you have a car here? Cause I drove with a friend this morning, so I don't have one here. Or in general, I don't, I don't have my license… yet, don't have it yet" (y\n) said. She was still messing up her sentences, even without looking at him. "yeah, I have a car. I'll meet you at the exit, bye" he said, ignoring her rumbling. "okay, see you" she said, waving behind him. "shit" she mumbled the moment he was out of her sight, leaving the classroom to go to her next one.

The school day was finally over, and (y\n) stood by the gate, waiting for Steven to come. He arrived, finally. He barley waved at her, but she followed him to the car anyways. He opened the door for her, still quiet. "didn't expect you to be the gentleman type" she mumbled, but he heard. "I'm not, but you seem like you wouldn't dare to touch my car without my permission. Just saving time" he said as he sat down beside her. "oh" she said, a bit disappointed. He was right though; she'd probably embarrass herself by asking "do I just open it? Can i?", and she has made herself enough of a fool in front of him already. He started the car and turned on the radio. "if you have a problem with the music, suck it" he said. He pressed the gas and they left the school.

"what makes you think I don't like the rolling stones?" she asked him, and he looked at her for a second before moving his eyes back on the road. "you seem like a good girl type of… girl" he said, stopping as the lights turned red. "being a good girl doesn’t mean I can't enjoy good music" she laughed. His surprise made her proud, for some reason. "good point" he said, "who else do you like?" he asked. "take a left after the lights" she said, giving him directions to get to her house, "and as for your question - Led Zeppelin are great, Aerosmith" she listed, and he nodded in approval. "maybe you're not that bad. I was planning to be a dick and make you want to do the project alone, but I might have to actually help a fellow rock fan" he said. "thank you..?" she said, her tone making it a question. "you better thank me" he said, turning the wheel. The car took a sharp left, and she thought she's gonna die for a second. "the next right and then-" "wait, that's the rich part of town" Hyde cuts her off, "man, this might be a lot more fun than expected "he smiled, and she sighed. "look, just, don't talk about it to you're friends, okay? I just don't want people to look at me as a rich stuck-up" she asks. "honey, everyone thinks you're a stuck-up anyways" Hyde replies, "with you're way too nice behavior, and the way you never go off the rails. You try to hard to be good, people think you think you're better then us" he says, popping her bubble. "I'm not better then you, I just don't want a criminal record" she replied, immediately defending her name. "do people really think so?" she asked after a moment of silence. "yeah" he said.

They finally got to her house. "dude, you are-" "don't say that" she cuts him off. They went inside and settled in her room.  "so, what play do you want to make-up an adaption for?" she asks. "uh, let's do something easy. Romeo and Juliet, but it's high school and we can talk about the effects of social-status on our lives" Steven said. "everyone is going to that" (y\n) says, "we need something else".

She takes the book of off her nightstand. "what's that?" Steven asks her. "the comedies of Shakespeare" she replies. "it's- you read that for fun?" Hyde laughs. "yes" she says, "got a problem with that?" she says, raising an eyebrow. The comfort of her house returned her ability to talk, and the longer she spent time with him the more conferrable she felt. Plus, she barely looked at him. she hands him the book and allows him to choose a title.

"what's this one?" he asks, pointing at the letters forming "Much Ado About Nothing". "oh, this is one of my favorites" she smiles, "a soldier falls in love with the daughter of the governor, evil guy makes Claudio – the soldier – to think Hero – the daughter – is unfaithful. Meanwhile, Don Pedro, who's also a soldier, is setting up the third soldier – Benedick - with the niece of the governor – her name is Beatrice, and that's most of the plot. Also, evil dude? Half-brother of Don Pedro" she explains. "so… jock likes principal's daughter, who's in... I don't know, chess? Then dude from Chess club is like "man, she's cheating on you". Other Jock dude and other girl in chess club fall in love as well" Steven makes up a way to place the story in current times and an environment they know enough to do the assignment. "okay, not that bad for someone who wanted to not do the work" she laughed, and sat down at her bed, "let's get to work". He sat down beside her, and they started working.

Weeks pass by, and the project is finally done. "that's sad, I was actually enjoying working with you" (y\n) said, after they handed out the project. "we can still hang out, you can come with me to the Forman's, I think Donna would like you, and you can have a nerd-down with Eric. He's obsessed with Star Wars, you read Shakespeare for fun… which one's the nerdier?". "I love Star Wars" she says. "and… it's you. You are such a nerd" he smiled, and she laughed. "sure, yeah, that's be cool. See you after school, you can drive cause, you know, I don't have a car, or a license-" "yeah, I know" he says, and waves goodbye as he walks away. "yup, great, just. great" she sighs.

They arrive at the Forman's and turns out Steven was right, she got along with his friends right away. Kelso hit on her after less than a minute, Fez made her feel a mix of fluttered and uncomfortable, Donna and her got along perfectly and Eric and her managed to start an argument regarding a star-wars thing no one else understood. They settled it eventually, when Jackie asked them to "stop, I don't want your nerdiness to stick to me, that’s just.. ugh". "well, I'll go to the bathroom for a sec, Donna, my notebook is in my bag, you can copy the homework" (y\n) said, and went upstairs, leaving her bag behind. Donna took out a notebook and flipped through, realizing this is not the right notebook.

"that's not science, that's her diary" Donna sighs, putting it aside and looking for the right notebook. "ohhh, juicy" Jackie laughed and grabbed the diary, reading through. "don't read it, it's personal" Kelso says, taking the notebook away, "how would you feel If someone read your diary?" he asked while reading the page Jackie was reading a second ago. "dude, that's rude" Steven said, and took the diary away. He was about to put it back in her back, but he noticed his name, and started reading it. "I liked steven for a while now…" he says outload. "Steven Hyde, what the fuck?!" (y\n) calls out, takimg the diary from his hands. "That's- how can you do this?" she sighed, tears forming in her eyes. She took her bag and ran off, not giving Steven the chance to explain, or react to what he just read.

He ran after her.

"(y\n), wait!" he called after her, running as fast as he could. He catches up quickly, since his legs were longer than her's. "listen, okay?" he says, and she sighs, grabbing her hand. "no" she said, trying to pull her arm out of his. "please?" "no" "please?" "no" "please?" "n-" they argued back and forth, until he kissed her. "please?" "okay" she gave up. "I like you, (y\n). look, Donna took it out instead of the science notebook, and I took it away from Kelso to put it back, and then I saw my name. I had to read it, I needed to know if it says you like me. You're like... the Beatrice to my Benedick" he said, embarrassed to admit that was the information he looked for. "oh" she says, "I guess that's… weirdly sweet" her smile finally shows up on her tear-covered face. "don't call me sweet" Steven sighs. She laughs. "I mean, I know you'll say yes, cause, you know, I read you're diary-" "don't mention that, please" "-sorry, but, do you want to go out sometime?" he asks. "no" she says, "I don't date guys that read my diary, so-" he kissed her once again, this time the kiss is deeper and more passionate. Their lips move perfectly against each other's lips. They finally cut off the kiss to breath. "however, I do date good kissers, so, I guess I... I guess I'd go put with you, sure" she sighs, hands on the collar of his shirt. "cool" he smiled, and took her hand, leading her back to his friend's basement.

[whatiwillsay]

late stage swiftgron - the folklore era - 1.0

this post will include all relevant and major activities between taylor and dianna since taylor announced folklore on the morning of July 23, 2020.

click here for a dianna’s spotify masterpost (we are only including the most loud spotify activities on this post but it’s all very interesting)

tagging @jennyboom21​, @goldenageofsomethingblue​, and @tayloragron​ to help me out if i miss something (and ofc all of you swiftgrons who help out with the blog, don’t hesitate to let me know if i miss something major)

JULY 23, 2020 

-  8 AM EASTERN - TAYLOR ANNOUNCES FOLKLORE TO COME OUT AT MIDNIGHT  

 -  THAT AFTERNOON - DIANNA UPLOADS A NEW PLAYLIST TO SPOTIFY ENTITLED I’LL BE AROUND, WITH ONE SONG ON IT - ‘I’LL BE AROUND’ BY FLOOR CRY:

-  DIANNA ALSO STREAMS THE SONG ‘I LOVE YOU SO’ BY THE WALTERS:

this song contains a very loud lyric that makes us believe ‘the 1′ is about dianna:

JULY 24, 2020 

-  MIDNIGHT - FOLKLORE COMES OUT

-  SOME TIME THAT AFTERNOON - DIANNA ATTENDS NAYA RIVERA’S FUNERAL IN LA

JULY 25, 2020

-  AFTERNOON - DIANNA TURNS OFF HER SPOTIFY LISTENING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY AND INTO THE NEXT DAY (WE THEORIZE TO LISTEN TO FOLKLORE)

-  DIANNA’S SOON TO BE EX HUSBAND, WINSTON MARSHALL, POSTS THIS SHADY ASS PIC TO INSTAGRAM WITH THE CARDIGAN LYRICS WHILE HE PLAYS A BOARD GAME WITH HIS BAND MATE

JULY 29, 2020

-  DIANNA POSTS A LOUDLY DOLLY BIRTHDAY POST FOR MOLLY’S BIRTHDAY

-  TAYLOR RELEASES THE “cabin in candlelight” VERSION OF CARDIGAN

JULY 30, 2020

-  DIANNA IS RATHER ACTIVE ON SPOTIFY INCLUDING A STREAM OF ‘HAPPY TOGETHER’ COVERED BY FLOOR CRY WHICH SEEMS TO BE A DOLLY SONG (there is a very cute video of them goofing around on a beach, pretending to make out, being very adorable and affectionate with each other - dianna posted it and specifically edited it to add the song happy together)

-  THE BLOG GETS AN ANON REMINDING US HOW DIANNA WOULD LISTEN TO PALE BLUE EYES BY THE VELVET UNDERGROUND AROUND THE TIME SWIFTGRON WAS BREAKING UP IN 2013, WE PUBLISH AND DISCUSS ON MAIN

AUGUST 4, 2020

-  DIANNA STREAMS PALE BLUE EYES BY VELVET UNDERGROUND ON HER PUBLIC SPOTIFY 5 DAYS WE DISCUSSED HER LISTENING TO THAT SONG IN 2013 HERE ON THE BLOG

-  TAYLOR IS SPOTTED IN CAPE COD

AUGUST 5, 2020

-  TAYLOR NO-HOMO’S BETTY ON COUNTRY RADIO

-  DIANNA STREAMS PALE BLUE EYES AGAIN

AUGUST 6, 2020

-  KEVIN TEASES SWIFTGRON ON SHOWMANCE AND TALKS ABOUT TAYLOR LOOKING FOR SOMEONE (LIKELY DIANNA) ON THE GLEE SET IN FEBRUARY OR MARCH 2014, POSSIBLY CONFIRMING THAT SWIFTGRON PINING WENT ON LONGER THAN WE EARLIER THOUGHT

-  TAYLOR IS SPOTTED BRIEFLY IN LA WITH JOE

AUGUST 8, 2020

-  DIANNA IS CONFIRMED TO BE BACK IN NYC

AUGUST 9, 2020

-  DIANNA TRULY SNAPS, CRAVES WET PUSSY ON MAIN IN THE PLATFORM PRESENTS EDWARD SNOWDEN SKIT.  WE LIKE TO PRETEND THAT SHE DID THIS TO MAKE UP FOR TAYLOR’S NO-HOMO OF BETTY

AUGUST 15, 2020

-  BOTH OUR GIRLS POST TO SOCIAL MEDIA ABOUT SUPPORTING THE USPS WITHIN THE SAME HOUR

-  DIANNA IS ON A FRIEND’S SOCIAL MEDIA IN CONNECTICUT

AUGUST 18, 2020

-  THE LAKES (WHICH IS A SONG ABOUT TAYLOR WAITING FOR HER MUSE) AND THE DELUXE VERSION OF FOLKLORE COMES OUT

-  TAYLOR DISCUSSES THE MEANING BEHIND EXILE ON RADIO

AUGUST 19, 2020

-  DIANNA’S DIVORCE IS ANNOUNCED AROUND 8 AM EASTERN TIME

AUGUST 20, 2020

-  ESCAPISM FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASED

AUGUST 21, 2020

-  DIANNA IS SPOTTED IN NYC WITH HER HAIR CUT AND FRESHLY DYED

-  DIANNA GAY RUMORS SWIRL AS WELL AS HER CONNECTION TO TAYLOR, IT ALL SEEMS TO BE PICKING UP STEAM,  THE BLOG PREDICTS A JOE x TAYLOR STUNT

-  DIANNA’S WIKIPEDIA PAGE IS EDITED, A MORE FEMININE PICTURE IS MADE HER MAIN PICTURE, SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE EDITING HER PERSONAL LIFE SECTION.  SWIFTGRON RUMORS ARE ADDED TO IT:

IT APPEARS AS THOUGH A USER GOING BY KINGSIF MAKES THESE EDITS:

AUGUST *22*, 2020

-  IT IS ONE OF DIANNA’S GOOD FRIEND’S, SELBY’S BIRTHDAY.  SELBY (WHO WAS AT THE FUN CONCERT IN FALL 2013) POSTS TO INSTAGRAM WITH BOTH MTR AND WILDEST DREAMS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.  DIANNA DOES NOT PUBLICLY WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY (tho she didn’t post for selby’s birthday last year, however she didn’t like molly’s selby birthday dedication and she usually does comment on posts molly has made for selby’s birthday or like it or both in the past, she also didn’t comment on or like tracy dubb’s selby birthday post) 

AUGUST 23, 2020

-  SLEEPLESS NIGHTS FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASED

AUGUST 24, 2020

-  DIANNA IS IN CHILMARK, MA AT A LAKE WITH FRIENDS (it’s probably a coincidence but this location is not too far a drive or ferry ride from taylor’s place - about an hour)

AUGUST 25, 2020

-  DIANNA IS HAPPY AND FRESH AND CUTE ON THE SHIVA BABY LIVE STREAM

AUGUST 26, 2020

-  SALTBOX FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASE

-  THE BLOG POSTS THE SPOTIFY SINCE FOLKLORE MASTERPOST

-  A FEW HOURS LATER SPOTIFY GLITCHES AND/OR DIANNA GOES PRIVATE ON SPOTIFY, IT IS HARD TO TELL WHICH HAPPENED OR IF BOTH THINGS HAPPENED.  SHE DOESN’T STREAM AGAIN UNTIL 9/2/2020

-  DIANNA IS PAPPED IN NYC CARRYING A BOOK DESCRIBED AS RAUNCHY AND QUEER LMAO

-  DIANNA SHOWS UP IN INSTAGRAM STORIES OF SOMEONE WEARING A MASK AND A DETROIT BLOWS SHIRT

AUGUST 28, 2020

-  DIANNA SHOWS UP IN A DOG’S INSTAGRAM POSTS, RARE BTS FOOTAGE OF HER IN HER AMAZING ROMEO DRAG FOR HER ROMEO AND JULIET PHOTOSHOOT FROM 2019

-  TAYLOR NATION POSTS A PICTURE OF TAYLOR WITH WINE FROM THE FOLKLORE LIVE CHAT THAT TOOK PLACE THE EVENING OF THE 23RD RIGHT BEFORE FOLKLORE DROPPED TO CELEBRATE NATIONAL *RED* WINE DAY

AUGUST 29, 2020

- DIANNA’S INVOLVEMENT IN A PLAY OR FILM ADAPTATION OF A TALE OF TWO CITIES GOES PUBLIC ON INSABELLA MACPHERSON’S INSTAGRAM.  THE QUOTE REFERENCED IS, “IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES”

-  THE OSSA YOUTUBE CHANNEL SNAPS AND SENDS SWIFTGRON MAINSTREAM SHOWING THAT NO, THEY’RE NOT OVER SWIFTGRON SO WHY SHOULD WE BE OVER IT?  THEY ADD SWIFTGRON RUMORS TO A VIDEO TALKING ABOUT WHO ALL THE GLEE CAST HAS DATED.

as of 9-4-2020 9 am central this video now has 115 k views:

AUGUST 30, 2020

-  DIANNA’S OLD BOSS RYAN MURPHY FOLLOWS TAYLOR ON INSTAGRAM, MAKING HER THE 13TH PERSON HE FOLLOWS (we speculate that taylor’s music will be featured on his upcoming movie, the prom)

-  TAYLOR WINS VMA FOR BEST DIRECTION FOR THE MAN, SHE GIVES A DIGITAL ACCEPTANCE SPEECH AND ENDS IT WITH A TENDER “I HOPE I GET TO SEE YOU SOON.”

AUGUST 31, 2020

-  THE BLOG REQUESTS DIANNA TO COME BACK TO SPOTIFY:

SEPTEMBER 2, 2020

-  DIANNA COMES BACK TO SPOTIFY WITH TWO VERY INTERESTING PLAYLISTS (songs that seem to specifically and blatantly reference taylor’s lyrics)

SEPTEMBER 3, 2020

-  DIANNA PAPPED IN NYC OUT BOOK SHOPPING 

SEPTEMBER 4, 2020

-  CAM SNAPS AND DECIDES TO CELEBRATE THE FAIRFAX FLEA MARKET ANNIVERSARY BY MAKING THIS MASTERPOST. HAPPY SWIFTGRONTEMBER.

what does it all mean?

as you all know, this blog does not think swiftgron is together (other than being friendly and on cordial or even close terms)  however we do think swiftgron is being referenced by kevin, her wikipedia, and that news video as part of a narrative.  we are not entirely sure what that narrative is but we have two very specific ideas.  if you hang around the blog or discord you probably know what our two theories are.  we are not comfortable blogging them publicly right now.

the usps post coordination is very loud to us as well along with the outside sources commenting on swiftgron.

it is not just our small circle of delulu 2020 swiftgrons that notice something going on with the girls.  they are referencing each other and seem to be circling one another and normal people are taking note.

i probably missed a lot so please ping me if i did (esp about taylor, we don’t track her as closely as we do dianna, we’re going to start though) and please read over this post with big swiftgron intelligence agency eyes 👀👀👀!  if there are connections and “coincidences” that stand out to you anon the blog or comment please!

and that’s what you missed on swiftgron

[mooosicaldreamz]

Have you listened to folklore yet?? Can you do commentary on all the songs??

it’s time.

THE 1

This song has a funny vibe in comparison with “I Forgot that You Existed” - it really sets a tone of calm, quiet vibes in comparison to the more bombastic stuff on Lover. Also this song is kind of a banger. It has a very gentle rhythm, like I’m in the sun in the woods and I’m in my hammock. I have a hammock now and I’m considering moving into it. “It would’ve been fun / if you would’ve been the one.” Also I love the “I had this dream you’re doing cool shit” - so fun, so sweet. Taylor said a curse word.

CARDIGAN

This song is proof to me that this album was produced by a Dessner because it has the same repetitive piano that I would say is a hallmark of National songs - it sounds a lot like “Light Years” to me. That song is, by the way, an absolute banger. This song? Fun! It’s an interesting metaphor, and an interesting way of saying the point of the song. And I think it’s much more grounded than some more old school Taylor metaphors of like fairytale stuff. “Tried to change ending / Peter losing Wendy.”

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY

As we ALL KNOW, this song is about Taylor’s wonderful little house wherein the great Fourth of July celebration took place all over Instagram in the Red era. I googled it and it’s semi-biographical! I think it’s clear that Taylor is making commentary on her life on the Cape just as much as she is telling the story of this person, Rebekah Harkness. It’s an interesting piece of self-awareness to compare herself to an oil heiress who caused quite the stir in a segment of the world that is full of big stirrers (ie the Kennedys who I’m pretty sure she was neighbors with somewhere down the beach). I’m intrigued. She is having fun.

EXILE (FEAT BON IVER)

This will sound like absurd hyperbole but between Bon Iver and Taylor Swift, I’d be hard pressed to name two artists who have fucked up my life more. Getting to hear his beautiful baritone without layers of distress like he’s been rolling with lately is a gift. Thank you to Taylor Swift. “I can see you staring, honey / like he’s just your understudy / like you’d get your knuckles bloody / for me.” VIBEZ???? ARE WE VIBING????? I AM VIBGIN!!!!!! “Those eyes add insult to injury????”” BANGER!!! IT’S A BANGER.  THAT BREAKDOWNN!!!! LET’S ROLL!!!! LET’S GET FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m PUTTING THIS ON SO MANY PLAYLISTS!!!!!!!!!!

MY TEARS RICOCHET

LET’S GET EMO !!!!!!!! You know, just recently I was discussing with Lynne (or myself? I talk to myself about Taylor a lot) about how she’s gonna go on her like farewell tour when she’s 50-60 or whatever and it’s gonna be all these low-down sexy baller mixes, like when Cyndi Lauper did her greatest hits cover release (it’s a banger!). This album is just an excuse for her to sing in her low register. God, I’d die for her. I love how sad this is. I have too many favorite lines. “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace / ‘cause when I’d fight, you used to tell me I was brave / And if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” ALSO “And you can aim for my heart, go for blood / But you would still miss me in your bones.” OKAY HONEY!!!!!!! This is a clear Supercorp song. Since I know this is why you are asking. Start here for fic titles.

MIRRORBALL

Oh, okay, Taylor went to the woods and listened to Ryan Adams, Bon Iver, and just fucked around and made shoe gaze pop? What kind of talent!!!! Her last album was premium pop. Why is she like this. This song is very interesting. It’s very sweet. The phrasing on “tallest tiptoes / highest heels” oh my God. I love this song. I might cry.

SEVEN

Another absolute National-style production, God, we are living in my dream world on this album. “I’ve been meaning to tell you / I think your house is haunted / Your dad is always mad and that must be why / And I think you should come live with me / and we can be pirates.” WHAT A JOKE. WHAT A JOKE!!!!!!! What a beautiful portrait of childhood. There’s a scene in Spring Awakening (the musical, I can only assume now that Taylor is a big fan), where they talk about playing pirates when they were younger and now everything is tragic. “Are there still beautiful things?” It shouldn’t be that easy bro.

AUGUST

This, like “Seven” is an Antonoff production, which is just vibes. The dreaminess. We are vibing. As much as I am inclined to hate the line, “August slipped away like a bottle of wine” it is phrased so well and delicately that it comes across more dreamy than wine mom memey. I also just want to say that I bought the OG vinyl and the “meet me behind the mall” vinyl and after hearing the song that it comes from it’s a vibe. This is obviously a teenage romp song, which is really great because obviously Taylor wrote about being a teenager in love when she was a teenager and wrote about like, the classic world-ending Romeo and Juliet style fairytale. But this is….”meet me behind the mall.” Which is such an adult perspective on what being a teenager is. It’s so wonderful to see that artistic depth in an artist we’ve literally watched grow.

THIS IS ME TRYING

I feel like this is the depression song that should have been on Reputation but was so out of step with the rest of the album between it’s thunderous anger / thunderous oh-shit-I’m-into-this-dude that they couldn’t work it in. And it doesn’t quite vibe with Lover either…this whole song is GREAT. It’s very depression 101. It makes me cry also. “They told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad / I have a lot of regrets about that.” I LOVE the way she sings “I have a lot of regrets about that.” Also “and it’s hard to be at a party / when I feel like an open wound.” Absolute banger.

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

I feel we should give this song the true banger status because Taylor wrote a song about a girl who is the other woman and it’s empathetic. God, we love progress. This song also does a good job of being about the other woman, but also has a little more universal appeal. I know when I heard this I was like, “oof, okay, I don’t miss being 16.”  The word mercurial is used in this song.

INVISIBLE STRING

Not to get too emo about it, but this song is adorable and it’s messed up that she wrote it. The idea behind it that I think must be fairly common for people who are in love, that their lives have unique crossover moments, and there’s this hope/want to believe that you were always going to end up in this place because of all those connections? That’s kind of a complex thing (imo) to express. And she WROTE IT!!!! God. If I were Joe Alwyn I would cry every day.

MAD WOMAN

The fact that Taylor would ever attempt to make me believe this is not about Scooter Braun is insane. I love this song. Proof of concept that you don’t need to yell to show how mad you are.

EPIPHANY

This song is sad. But very interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her write anything like this. I think the back half of this album is a little more experimental.

BETTY

I’m not sure what I’m expected to say here. I know that this song is not actually gay. But I don’t care. It’s country twang from a boy’s perspective and you know what? We’re taking it. We are taking it for ourselves. But also, I love that she chose to write this weird “teenage love triangle” set of songs and that she chose to write none of them from like, her perspective? Right? “August” is James cheating on Betty, “Illicit Affairs” is the other woman, and this is James…when Taylor was 17 she would have written this song from Betty’s perspective. And that’s what we would have got. There’s real growth in storytelling here, and a real interest in expanding the canon of what she’s writing about. It’s really great to see an artist do that. Also the way she sings “The worst thing that I ever did / was what / I did to you.” This whole song is a masterpiece. I hate her.

PEACE

I just learned that Joe Alwyn is a Pisces. I am A PISCES. TAYLOR!!!! WE COULD BE TOGETHER.

I love the “I talk shit with my friends / It’s like I’m wasting your honor.” This song is so adult. She’s in like. Real love bro. BRO. I AM HAPPY FOR HER. BRO!!!!!!

HOAX

I am interested in why this is the last song on the non-deluxe version of the album. I don’t have a lot to say about this but that it reminds me of Wuthering Heights. Also if you wanted to get emo this is probably a good SC song.