but that would mean piper right

pjo/hoo characters as things my friends and i have said (redux)
  • percy : *starts pouring outside while we're on the bus* "welp guess i'm swimming home guys !!!"
  • annabeth : "i'm pretty sure i passed that final with a solid f."
  • grover : "who the fuck let us go outside."
  • thalia : "fUCK yEAH DUDE iTS rAiNiNG !!!"
  • clarrise : *in response to a fuckboi* "kill him ??!"
  • drew : "people are so lucky i don't dress nice bc if I did all their mans would be sNATCHED."
  • jason : "hey, just because I've had 5 concussions doesn't mean I can't live and prosper like the rest of y'all."
  • piper : "hey-hey-" *starts singing* "sHut tHE fUCK uP !!!"
  • leo : *in response to being asked why they don't watch movies* "bro idk but ya know what i'm looking forward to ??? cARS THREE BOIII!"
  • hazel : "cinnamon bun or sinnamon bun." "shut the fuck up." *finger guns* "alrighttttt."
  • frank : "omg narwhals r real ???"
  • reyna : "just say ur gay and he'll prob leave you alone." "omg u right."
  • nico : *drops bag in the locker room* *in a sing song voice* "i'm ready to fuCKn enD iT."
  • will : *in response to a cut* "just patch that shit up with like tape or some shit and u be alright boi."
  • connor : "u know what, we're gonna steal a fukin polar bear."
  • travis : "do y'all wanna help us steal a polar bear ??? we gon take selfie with it."
  • rachel : *me drawing* "is my emo trash playlist playing bc if not i'm not gonna get shit done."
  • tyson : "excuse you i'm a child of fucking god don't touch me."
  • luke : "imagine like, if i were like, ya know dead." "do you want to be i can help with that."
  • bianca : "you all are shitty friends i deserve better." "fUCK U WE THE BEST U GOT HOE."
  • ethan : "emotionally numb ? cHECKMATE."
  • beckendorf : *me fixing a car in auto collision, and getting something right* "fuckING YAHTZEE."
  • silena : "i'm too pretty for this mo'fuckin buffoonery."
  • apollo : "i can't believe i'm trapped with all you assholes for the next four years. i'm literally better than all of you."
  • meg : "gimme ur apple i wanna find a worm."
  • calypso : "i fall in love so easily like ew what the fuck is wrong with me."

just fUCKING IMAGINE if percy was like jason when he woke up and was in a relationship with someone else and annabeth came on the argo II so excited and nervous to finally see him and she gets to camp jupiter to find him holding hands with a girl no one knows and everything in annabeth just shatters as percy introduces his new girlfriend. and piper feels so bad for annabeth bc annabeth told piper all of her and percy’s adventures and all the near death moments they’ve experienced together and annabeth never thought in a million years she would find someone as right for her as percy only for him to be taken from her against her will. and she finally thinks she has him back after 8 agonizingly long months only to find him taken with nothing but questions about what the weird beads on his necklace mean and what camp halfblood is. and annabeth looks at percy with so much hurt in her eyes but tells him anyways about what each bead symbolizes and she tells him about their home but she doesn’t call it their home anymore, she just calls it a safe place for demigods. and percy just nods along before his new gf comes over and kisses him and annabeth has to hold back the urge to punch her in the face and cry and runaway all at the same time. and the days go by on the argo II and percy is wondering what on earth could’ve possibly happened to this girl that has made her so sad all the time. and finally percy asks annabeth, “Were we friends?” and she has to take a lot of deep breaths that eventually turn into sobs because she looks at percy and it’s true confusion on his face and she can’t put into words that they were so much more, how he looks so much like home but now his eyes aren’t as bright anymore and annabeth can’t stand it. sometimes i get SAD

Originally posted by fraddit

percabeth soulmate au

AN: hey guys first post thought i’d jump right in with a fic cause i’ve been reading soulmate aus non stop and i wanted to try. this was so fun and if anybody has something they want me to write let me know

prompt: somewhere on your body is your soulmate’s full name.

Percy had never truly been able to hide it. Sure, it was easy enough when it was cold, just throw on like 20 layers, problem solved. Summer, however, presented its own issues. Usually, he could get away with long sleeves, pushed up to his elbows. It was his thing, he found it comfortable. His tiny little apartment he shared with his mom and Paul didn’t have air conditioning, though, so wearing long sleeves some days felt like living in the ninth circle of hell. Swimming teams often required nothing but a speedo, which made it difficult for anyone to hide unless your soulmark was in quite an unfortunate place.

   It wasn’t something he really wanted to hide either; he just always had, finding it easier when nobody asked questions. Do you know your soulmate? A question that truly haunted him. No, no he didn’t. He wished he did, he’d give anything, but he didn’t. He knew many people who waltzed around, soulmark loud and proud on their shoulder, wrist, behind their ear. For most people, that worked out. His cousin Jason had ordered a coffee at a little cafe down the street from their high school just last week, and the cute barista had written his full name, while he had only given his first. She’d seen the soulmark and recognized her name written in glossy gold on the back of his hand.

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PJO - Voluntary Madness

@percyyoulittleshit prompted: Annabeth(P)4 + Percabeth? (too drunk after a night out) for this meme. Which worked out, because we all have that one drunk friend that we have to corral when they get too drunk? Guess how I spent my Labor Day weekend? (At least I got a good story out of it.)

In case it’s not obvious, this story features characters drinking until they are drunk. Everyone is aged up appropriately, but if this isn’t your cuppa feel free to move on.

Title: Voluntary Madness (AO3 Mirror)

Summary: Percy and Jason attempt to escort the girls home after an evening out takes a turn for the drunk.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness. (Seneca the Younger)

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Girls, Good Grades, and Other Things Annabeth Finds Unattainable

Hi @sayhellotothepoodlepercy! I was your feast of fortuna gifter this year, and I’m incredibly sorry for the delay. I think I made the deadline, but I’ve been having internet issues :( . Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait! I was super happy to get a blog that I knew and admired - I hope I did your Pipabeth college AU justice! Thank you for giving me the chance to write this, Ash. Stay amazing!

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Pairing: Piper/Annabeth

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Annabeth’s in love with Percy. That’s the way it always was, always has been, always will be …. right? Then Annabeth gets assigned Piper as her college roommate her freshman year, and suddenly Annabeth has to deal with harder schoolwork, messy desks and messy relationships, and, most importantly, that fact that she’s head over heels in love with Piper. 

Too bad Piper’s straight. 


Annabeth knows Piper’s ID number before she actually meets her. It’s 10 digits long, but Annabeth has it memorized, front to back and back to front, just like she has her own. After all, she’s written it on more forms then she can count. Housing applications, liability forms, privacy sheets … at this rate, just hearing Piper’s name is enough to make her tired.

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Whistle

Wow great title

Jason x Y/n

Rating: F and A for Fucking Angst Fluff and Angst

By: Admin Day

A/N:  WOW WHAT IS THIS TRASH. I’M SORRY I’M TIRED AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.


The wind was rough today, whipping through your hair and messing up your neat style, “Leo!” You shouted harshly, chasing after the snickering Latino who had made fun of your lack of ability just minutes ago at the amphitheater.

You were sitting on one of the benches around the unlit bonfire since it was mid-day, humming a tune to yourself as you doodled some random drawings on your notepad, artist or not, you drew to pass the time on free days. At one point your humming turned to whistling, which would be great if you knew how to.

You huffed and ceased your drawing to concentrate on making the high-pitched noise, you never understood why you couldn’t get the hang of it, most kids were able to do by the age of 7 or 8 but here you were in your teens, the most progress you’ve made towards whistling was simply blowing air through puckered lips.

A snicker coming from your left caught your attention immediately, a familiar mop of black, curly hair bobbing into view with a mischevious glint in his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk to match. Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, otherwise known as repair boy.

“Can’t whistle, huh? Aren’t you supposed to learn that when you’re young?” He teased with a cocky tone, puckering his lips and whistling just to spite you.

“Shut up, Valdez.” You growled as a warning, you’ve had enough of his constant and unnecessary teasing from this past week and were not about to endure it anymore.

He whistled loudly while staring you dead in the eyes, “Or what?”

And now here you were chasing after the boy with the intent to seriously mess up his face, or at least give him a fat lip so he could no longer whistle.

You were just in reach of Leo’s dangling suspenders that had slipped off when strong arms gripped you around the waist and prevented you from further chasing repair boy, “Woah, Woah, Woah, what in Zeus’ name are you doing right now?” Questioned a chuckling voice, a familiar one at that.

You blow a piece of hair out of your face and look over your shoulder at your captor, Jason Grace, aka your boyfriend of 4 months.

He looked down at you with smiling eyes and a warm grin, “Well? I’m waiting.” He joked while turning you loose from his hold but still keeping your arm on lock down.

You sigh and look after the son of Hephaestus who stood by his cabin with a smug expression resting on his elfish features, blowing a kiss towards you tauntingly.

You let out a low growl but turn your attention back to Jason who was still waiting for your reply. Sighing and dropping your gaze you mumble quietly, “I can’t whistle….”

Jason furrows his brow and leans closer to you, he hadn’t heard you clearly and questioned further, “What was that?”

“I SAID I CAN’T WHISTLE, JASON.” You shouted loudly, causing him to draw back in fear of your sudden loudness, “Leo’s making fun of me because I can’t whistle.”

‘He’s going to make fun of me too.’ You thought bitterly, jerking your arm free and marching away from the still laughing Latino and a confused Jason. You were hurt that Jason and Leo could make fun of your inability, even if Jason hadn’t said a word yet, you were pretty sure he would.

“Y/n, wait!”

Jason entrapped your arm once more, tilting his head sideways, a small smile present on his face as he asked something that shocked you,

“Want me to teach you?”




Leo’s smile dropped once he saw Jason wrap an arm around your shoulder’s and bring you to his cabin. He was hoping that maybe you would chase after him out to the bunker where he’d let you catch him and then well…. he’d kiss you and confess his feelings.

But no. You didn’t get that far, all thanks to Jason Grace, who also has taken a liking to you without knowledge of the repair boy’s feelings.

He sighed and slumped down onto the steps of his cabin, his elbow coming up to his knee and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

“This always happens to me, everyone finds some hero and forgets about me.” He muttered distastefully as he glared at the laughing pair walk inside cabin one together, “Betcha they’re going in there to suck faces off or something.”

Leo stayed there for a good hour and a half just drawing in the dirt, tinkering with miscellaneous objects from his toolbelt, and watching. He keeps his chocolate brown eyes locked on that pearly white cabin, just waiting for that door to open up and for Y/n to come out.

If it wasn’t too late, Leo was determined to tell Y/n how he feels and hopefully, his feelings will be returned.



You walk out of Jason’s cabin with a huge grin, you felt the need to show off your new melodic ability to the world. Whistling the tune to one of your favorite songs caused a few odd looks to be cast your way along with some thumbs up from some Apollo kids.

You stumbled over a rock and tripped into a body, an 'oof’ emitting from the person, “I’m so sorry!” You said immediately apologizing and moving away with your head down, not bothering to even look up at who you fell into.

A hot hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to the strange person, “Can people stop grabbing my arm?” You groan while pulling your arm free, a small chuckle coming from the person, “Sorry about that, just needed to get your attention.”

You look up to see a mischievous grin and twinkling brown eyes locked on your own, “Leo? What do you mean?” You questioned confusedly.

Leo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, “Please don’t hate me.”

Now you were seriously confused slash worried about this son of Hephaestus, just and hour or so ago he was teasing you about your inability and you haven’t spoken to him since so… that must be what he’s talking about. Right?

“Huh? Is this about earlier? I mean I was going to kick your ass but Jason stoppe-    ”

Soft lips pressed against your own shut you up instantly, your mind going blank with surprise and a muffled cry of shock emitting from your mouth.

After 15 short seconds of kissing, your realization of what was going on came back to you and you shoved him away, holding a hand over your lips in shock of what just happened,

“L-Leo!” You stuttered, “What did you just do?”

Leo looked down bashfully at his worn converse shoes and muttered his answer softly, “I kissed you, I like you a lot, Y/n.”

Your heart stopped, chills running down your spine as if you’d just been hit with freezing cold water. You feared the worst for yours and Leo’s friendship, for you didn’t see him in that light, you just couldn’t.

“Lee…”

He sighed and smiled at you sadly, “It’s okay, I didn’t think you’d like me back anyways, I just…” He trailed off slowly, “Needed it to get it off my chest.”

You open your mouth to speak but could not find the words, and so, he walked off like a kicked puppy towards the woods, presumably to bunker 9.

You begin to walk after him, wanting to fix the breaking friendship, but yet again Jason had appeared and stopped you unknowingly.

“Hey babe,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek, bringing you back to earth, “You look like someone doused you in cold water.” He laughed.

You nod, still staring after your retreating friend, “That’s what I feel like right now.” You sigh and lean your head against Jason’s firm shoulder, “Jason… do you think we should have told Leo about us?”

Jason paused, wrapping an arm around your waist while staring off into space. He wasn’t sure why this was brought up but figured you were just worried about lying to a close friend, “I mean… if that’s what you want, I guess we can.”

You brought your hands up to your face and sighed deeply, “It’s about time for everyone to know Jase.”

Jason nodded in agreement and kissed the top of your head while reaching down with his free hand to move your hands away from your face, “Okay, let’s do it.”




Frank knocked on the door of the open bunker before waltzing in and looking around while calling out for Leo, “Hey, Leo, you in here? Jason said he needs to say something to all of us.”

Leo rolled out from underneath Festus’s body on a mechanic’s creeper, motor oil and grease streaked across his cheek and eyebrow, “Can’t you just tell me about it later? I’m kind of busy here.”

“No, now come one.” Frank scolded.

“I’m not going.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Leo.”

“Frank.”

Frank huffed, shaking his head in annoyance, “Leo Valdez, you’re coming even if I have to drag you there by your pointy elf ears!”
He marched over and pulled Leo up by his suspenders, the boy yelping and whining as he was dragged out the door.

“For a baby Chinese Canadian man, you’re pretty strong…” Leo grumbles, pushing Frank off and trudging alongside him instead.

It was quiet for most of the way back to cabin 1 until Frank spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, “Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself right now…”

Leo’s head turned instantly at the sound of his question, “Yeah I’m okay but,” He paused, pursing his lips in a nervous manner, “Will… Y/n be there?”

Frank nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I know you like her being around, I see the way you look at her. So when are you going to confess?”

Leo stayed quiet.

“I mean, I have a feeling she likes you too,” Frank reassured with a kind smile, nudging Leo with his elbow.

“Yeah…”



You paced back and forth, biting your nails nervously and thinking of how everyone could react to your relationship. How would Piper react to this? She was Jason’s ex after all, sure things ended on a good note but… there still had to be old feelings… right? You groan and sit on Jason’s sleeping bag with legs criss crossed, “Ugh I really wished we hadn’t kept this a secret…”

Jason looked across the room at you. He’d been watching you drive yourself crazy with worry for too long. He shuffled over to you and sat in front of you, his head resting on his hand as he stared at you with worried eyes… those big blue eyes…

“Y/n, it’ll be fine, I promise. Everyone is going to be happy for us.” He reassured, “We’re all friends first before anything, and friends are supposed to be happy for each other, right?”

You slowly nodded and leaned back onto the comfy sleeping bag just as the door creaked open to reveal all of your friends.

“Hey, Jase and Y/n,” Percy greeted with a wave and a small lopsided smile, “Nico said you wanted to talk about something…?”

Jason nodded with a grin, grabbing your hand with his own and pulling you off the floor, “Well,” He spoke, looking over at you with loving eyes,

“Y/n and I have been dating,” He confessed, eye darting over his friends, lingering on his ex-girlfriend longer than the others to gauge her reaction, “…For the past 4 months.”

Leo coughed suddenly which caused everyone to pause and glance over, including you.

“I’m so… happy for you guys. Just don’t do any of that gross coupley stuff around me like these two do.” He joked with sad eyes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Nico and Will who were currently holding hands.

You hated seeing him so upset; you definitely should have told him sooner. You blamed yourself for his sadness, if you hadn’t kept your infatuation with Jason such a huge secret then maybe you could have stopped his feelings before they got too serious.

You return the same sad smile and opened your mouth to say something, anything, to at least show some kind of sympathy for his position at the moment. You’ve been in this position before with someone you loved, the person never noticing you and never acknowledging your feelings for them, but you got over it eventually and you hope Leo could do the same.

Leo laughed as the others started congratulating you, “Well I need to finish up some… repairs, so see you guys later!” He rushed out before backing out the door to go back to the bunker to be alone.

The only thing he needed to repair that day was his heart.

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~Day

daughterhades  asked:

I love your companion react posts, they are soooo good!! Could you maybe do one on how the companions would react to Sole confessing their feelings for them? (With Nick and X6 if that's cool > w >)

Thank you so much, bud. Also, sure thing! 

Cait: “Cut the crap, Sole. I ain’t up fer’ funny buisiness right now, and I sure as hell ain’t up to no lovey-dovey shite.” Cait rolled her eyes and grit her teeth, blushing. The Irishwoman groaned, attempting to hide her face. “Alright, maybe I am up fer’ all of it, but you better not pull anythin’ on me because I will make you regret it.” She couldn’t help but smile, even when she threatened Sole. “Better treat me to dinner first, though.”

Curie: “Oh madame/monsieur!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I am so flattered to be hearing that you experience emotions in such a way for me. However, I must ask if you comfortable with, well…Me being a synthetic woman. You are okay with this, no?” Curie’s heart soared, already knowing what Sole’s answer would be. Curie idolized Sole for their caring and selfless nature, and to hear that they felt for Curie was news she was very happy to receive. 

Danse: “Soldier, you know the rules on fraternization between two Brotherhood members.” Danse spoke softly, hoping not to hurt Sole. “It’s strictly forbidden, and you know that just as well as I do.” His heart ached, he had grown quite fond of Sole and had even come to develop romantic feelings for them. In the end, Danse couldn’t help himself. He cleared his throat, a large hand coming to rest gently on the side of Sole’s face. “But…I suppose I can make an exception to this rule for you.”   

Deacon: Bushy, red eyebrows emerged from behind Deacon’s glasses, his cheeks reddening. He let out an awkward, girlish laugh forcing a smile. “C’mon Sole, quit kidding around.” He spat out, his voice cracking. He knew Sole wasn’t joking, and he was beyond happy that they were serious. He undoubtedly had feelings for Sole, but he felt that Sole deserved better. Deacon ignored all previous instincts and pulled Sole into a chaste kiss. “I know you’re not kidding, Sole. And quite honestly, I’m glad you aren’t.”

Hancock: A wolfish grin lazily found its way onto Hancock’s mangled lips, his ghoulish eyes narrowing. “Is that so, Sunshine?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around Sole’s waist. “Didn’t know you had a thing for ghouls, Sole. And I sure as hell didn’t take you as the type who’d go for a handsome devil like me.” He let out a low chuckle, winking at Sole. “Don’t misunderstand me, though. I’m surely not complaining.” 

MacCready: “Well gee Boss, I don’t know…” The mercenary was red faced and terribly nervous. He had developed some sort of feelings for his companion, but he wasn’t sure how to communicate it. “I mean, I do know. But the thing is, I’m just not sure how to say it, I suppose.” His gaze shifted to his feet, eyes darting quickly from one shoe to the other. He cleared his throat, one hand adjusting the brim of his hat. “I guess what I mean to say is, that I feel the same way.”

Nick: He is completely taken back by Sole’s words. “You’re not going soft on me, are you kid?” He’d ask in his usual snarky tone, staring Sole down with a quirked brow. Well, where a brow should be. “Not sure any sane person would want anything to do with an old bot like me.” He tried his hardest to play things off, but the truth was, he had felt something for Sole for quite some time now. “I mean, if that’s what you really want, I have no problem obliging.” 

Piper: “Blue, that is…Wow.” Piper cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her place. “You’re kind of the last person I expected to feel this way about me if we’re putting everything out in the open here.” She wrung her hands together, feeling her chest tighten. “I mean, it’s not too soon for you…?” Piper asked sheepishly, only wanting to ensure that Sole was ready to pursue a relationship with someone else. “If you really feel that way, then I wouldn’t mind giving things a try.”

Preston: “Wow, General…” He’d pause, taking a sharp inhale. “I hadn’t realized that you felt like this, but if I’m honest myself, I suppose I felt a little bit of the same.” Preston would give a bright smile, blushing only slightly. “I suppose this is the highest honor you can bestow upon me as my general, right?” He laughed, suddenly feeling a quite awkward. He had felt a budding love for Sole, but he never expected them to reciprocate those feelings. 

X6-88: “Sir/Ma’am, I must say that this is the first time that anybody has confessed such things to me. I suppose I must say that this also the first time I have experienced what I believe they refer to as ‘flattery’.” The courser would break his normal deadpan expression display a rather forced, yet well meaning smile. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to this, in fact, he was absolutely clueless. This was one thing the Institute hadn’t educated him about.

aucepian-queen  asked:

I love your blog!! Codsworth and Dogmeat are so pure <3 I love all the companions reactions/responses (especially Danse and Maxson's) Anyway, the companions asked to reveal what turns them on? For a truth? If not, that's okay!

Thank you so much!! :D <3 I hope you enjoy! Peace!

Companions answer what turns them on (for a truth)

Cait: “Someone who is good with their hands…If ya know what I’m talking about!”

Codsworth: “Why, that would be my on/off switch!”

Curie: “Turn on? I don’t understand this expression; but many people tell me that I ‘turn them on’… really, what does it mean?”

Danse: “………I like…S-soldiers……H-hey don’t laugh, SHUT UP!!”

Deacon: “I’m a synth! Of course I don’t get turned on” (lie)

Dogmeat: “Bork Bark Bark” (Smelling other dogs…privates)

Hancock: “Sole’s entire existence…hehe ain’t that right love?”

Macready: “Hot body I guess…I don’t much care, to be honest”

Nick: “I’ll say it once more… I’m gen 2, I don’t have anything down there!”

Piper: “Ah, I-I-I don’t know!… Knock it off with these asks! DON’T TELL THEM BLUE!”

Preston: “Helping those in need… its pretty hot if you ask me!”

Strong: “STRONG HATE GAME!”

X6-88: “Skills… Badass skills…”

Maxson: “…Well uhm *clears throat* Power is pretty…attractive.”

Gage: “Ass…or tits…or both…,why the question though?”

Ada: “That would be Sole. They can turn me on and off as they please.”

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The day after the shooting, everyone was tense and quiet. The sky was clouded, it was cold, and it was windy. Nico hadn’t let him go since they left his room. The rumors of who had been the fatality circulated online. A few people had gone unheard from. Then one was confirmed.

Charles Beckendorf, a junior, someone Will had met during his orientation session. Will and Nico walked toward the café where someone was setting up a memorial shrine for Beckendorf next to an entrance with a roof over it to protect it from rain. They saw as a girl walked toward it, her pretty blue eyes wide and filled with tears, slowly as though she were in a trance.

As she neared the shrine, Nico’s hand gripped Will’s. A shriek pierced the air and Nico immediately hid himself in Will’s jacket, holding onto him tightly. Will held him protectively as he shivered. “Did you know him?” he asked.

“He was my RA,” Nico answered. “He was my orientation leader.” He looked up at him with his wide eyes, so dark brown and intense, filled with fear and uncertainty. Eyes that made Will forget where he was.

“Come on,” he said, starting for the café.

They heard someone call Nico’s name, and stopped. Annabeth went up to them, her eyes red and puffy. “Hey. You guys okay?” They nodded. She sniffed and hesitated. “Um… Percy was there. It was in the gymnasium.” She pushed her hair out of her face, wiping at her eyes as she did. “He’s… really distraught right now. Could you try to talk to him, Nico?”

“I don’t know how much help I can be,” he answered. He glanced over her shoulder and Will followed his gaze. Percy was sitting on a step, his head bent down, his hands in his hair. He was trembling, shaking his head. The girl’s sobs were the only thing heard aside from the wind. “I’ll see… what I can do,” he said, frowning. He glanced at Will and Will nodded, letting him go.

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Of Blue Cadillacs and Purple Stars - Chapter One (84 days until the end)

This is a new fanfic I have recently started writing and I’m so excited about it! It’s basically an End Of The World AU based on the book We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, which I loved very much.

Description:  The last semester of senior year is never easy, especially when you discover the world is gonna end in twelve weeks.
Pairings: Jason x Percy (Jercy), Annabeth x Piper (Pipabeth)
Word Count: 1440
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“Come on,” Jason sighed, dropping heavily into his chair behind Piper. “It’s not the end of the world.”

His best friend scoffed as if he had said the biggest absurdity she had ever heard, lifting her legs to sit through the hole in the chair where her back should be. The school bell rang, signaling the beginning of first period.

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Captain of the Football Team. You don’t need to worry about your CV.”

He opened his notebook to a clear page and eyed the teacher warily. Mrs. Byrne was still roaming through a stack of papers on her desk as the last students walked into the room hastily, but Jason was certain she would snap at Piper for the way she was sitting anytime soon.

He turned back to face his friend. “Look, you didn’t get that internship with Craddock Designs. Okay. So what? There’s gonna be a next one! You always get offers, Pipes! What, with your dad-”

Piper glared at him, and he cut his sentence short.

“I don’t need my dad to be successful, Jason,” she spat through gritted teeth. Jason was about to argue that no, of course she didn’t, when Mrs. Byrne intervened as he had predicted.

“Miss McLean, I’m not sure you understand how chairs are supposed to work.” she commented. A few laughs from the class ensued.

“Turn around, please. Unless I’m seriously mistaken, Mr. Grace isn’t the teacher. Is he?” she asked in her shrill, annoying voice.

“No.”

Piper turned to face the blackboard without rolling her eyes, or even a stiffened scoff. Jason sighed, quickly reading over last Monday’s notes before his English Literature teacher could pick someone to resume the break’s reading.

Holden Caulfield’s internal conflict is symbolized in many different ways throughout the novel. His visits to the lake in Central Park and the questions he asks the taxi driver represent the questions Holden keeps asking himself : where should he go when he’s lost his way? What is he supposed to do when things become difficult?

For the billionth time that trimester, Jason wished Holden Caulfield could solve his own fucking problems.


He suffered through the two-hour analysis of The Catcher in the Rye and nearly fell asleep in history class. When the bell signaled the morning’s twenty minute break, Jason was the first one out the door.

Their usual metal bench was humid from the rain that had fallen the night before, but Leo and Piper didn’t appear to mind. Leo was sitting on top of it, his feet where his butt was supposed to be. He was grinning at their friend, who was gesturing wildly as she spoke. They caught his eye, and smiled.

“Ah, look who’s here! Piper, look!” Leo started. Jason rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming.

Piper faked a gasp. “Ohhh my god, is that Jason Grace?” She fanned her face, causing Leo to succumb to a fit of laughter.

“Ha, ha” Jason sat between them, grinning despite himself. Leo sat up a little straighter.

“Hey, it’s not our fault if you have stans. You gotta admit, that day was hilarious.”

“That day was ridiculous, I hadn’t even done anything!” Jason protested. Piper tsked.

“Ah, young Jason, you don’t understand how heterosexual female minds work,” she joked, shaking her head. Jason scoffed.

“Because you do?”

“Absolutely, I used to think I was one, remember? Dark times, boys, dark times,” she sighed in exasperation. The two boys laughed.

“Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is, you’re a jock. You’re attractive. You’re single- incomprehensibly so. Girls are gonna throw themselves at you.”

As if on cue, Jason met Percy’s eye.

He was walking out of the main building, arms linked with Annabeth Chase. They had been dating since anyone in Goode High could remember. Another boy- Grover Underwood if Jason recalled correctly- used to complete their trio before he graduated the previous year.

Now the two of them were mostly on their own, sometimes accompanied by Annabeth’s cousin in junior year.

Jason tried not to stare. He did. And yet when Percy looked at him, a knowing smirk appeared at his lips before he glanced away. Jason looked back at Piper, who was still giving him a lecture on feminine psychology. Leo was typing on his phone, the tick tick tick noise making Jason sigh.

“Pipes, he’s gay, he doesn’t care about all that,” Leo finally muttered, still looking at his phone. Jason’s mouth hung open, staring at his friend. Piper had cut her sentence short, and was now glancing between the two boys.

“So my gaydar was right!” Piper exclaimed. Jason turned so suddenly he cramped his neck.

“I’m not gay!” he whispered furiously, trying to get Piper to stop her victory dance. “I mean I’m not… I’m probably not straight either but-”

“AHAH!” Piper grinned. Leo raised an eyebrow at her.

“Honestly how didn’t you know this already, he stares at Jackson all day every day.”

Jason’s mouth hung open again. He turned to Leo. “Is today’s goal to ruin my fucking life?”

Leo only shrugged. Piper’s expression was unreadable.

“ Percy Jackson? Swim team Jackson? Okay, you’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that one,” Piper smiled after a minute, tapping Jason on the shoulder. He sighed, a small chuckle along with it, sinking further into his seat. He could feel the rain from the bench seeping into his jacket. He stared at the graying sky.

“Well?” Piper raised her eyebrows. Jason frowned.

“Well what?”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

He didn’t even give it a second of consideration.

“How about absolutely nothing?” he snickered, digging a water bottle from the bottom of his backpack. Piper made an ugh.

“If you don’t do anything, you’ll never know, Jason! He could be staring at you from afar, too!”

“Oh yeah, right, it’s not like he’s dating the student body president and future valedictorian,” he grumbled, realizing he was starting to sound more and more childish.

“They broke up.”

Piper and Jason both faced Leo in surprise. The boy was still staring at his phone screen.

“What?” Piper asked, her voice surprisingly high. Jason was glad he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what Leo was talking about.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Honestly, do you two even try to keep up with the gossip? Piper, you disappoint me.”

Piper shrugged. Leo continued.

“They broke up right after exams season last year. They’re still best friends, though. Dunno how that’s possible, honestly,” he confessed.

Jason looked back at them discreetly. Now that he knew they weren’t together, he guessed it made sense. They were sitting further apart than a couple would, and seemed to be talking  more to other friends than to each other.

“These two were always on and off, I guess I just didn’t realize it was for good this time,” Piper commented, her expression difficult to read.

“Well,” Leo started, standing back up. “Guess that means you two can finally take the first step, am I right?” he winked at Piper before heading to the cafeteria.

Piper opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Jason grinned.

“The student body president? The black belt judoka? I gotta say, Piper, I’m impressed,” he joked. Piper punched him in the arm.

“She’s really cute in her kimono, okay?” Piper justified herself, cheeks still pink.

The sky was already dark when Jason walked out of football practice. Summer was only a little less than two months away, and yet the weather had been nothing short of frisky. He clutched his jacket closer to his chest as he walked toward the school’s parking lot, keys clinking in his pocket. He could still hear the voices and loud laughs of his teammates back on the field, the lights of the changing room reflecting on his windshield.

Jason opened the door to his car, his mind already on what he could cook for dinner, when he heard a skateboard rolling down the street in front of him. Percy Jackson himself, wet hair tucked inside a red beanie and a large sports bag thrown over his shoulder, had his back turned to Jason as he made his way home.

“Percy?” he called.

If Percy heard him, he didn’t let it show. Jason’s eyes followed the skateboard until it turned a corner and disappeared into the night.

Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!

“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”

Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”

It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.

She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”

“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it.  “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”

Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.

Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”

Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”

Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”

Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.

“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”

“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”

She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”

“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”

Annabeth laughed. “Lucky me.”

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Check Yes, Juliet

So I finally finished the skater AU. It didn’t really turn out the way I wanted it to, but let me know what you think about it! I hope you guys enjoy it, and make sure to stop by my ask sometime and talk to me! Love you, sweethearts!

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“Nice,” Piper commented as he slid down the ramp and took a seat beside her.

“Thanks,” Percy said, grabbing his skateboard and scooting off of the ramp so he didn’t trip anybody that came down.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching a few other people skate up and down the half-pipe. There were a few good people here, but it was mostly just kids that had dragged their parents to the park. Most of the other teens had already left, and they would probably come back later tonight to skate when there weren’t a bunch of little kids running around.

Percy and Piper had been friends since grade school. They had met each other in the fifth grade when they had been paired together to do a project about something informative, and after a few minutes of arguing, they had both realized that they liked to skate. So, they had made a kickass video and poster explaining the basics. Percy and Piper had even both worn their skating gear and brought their skateboards along. They had gotten an ‘A’ on the project, and they had been best friends ever since.

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Dream-like Christmas time

Merry Christmas @percy-the-sorcerer ! It’s me! Your secret santa from the @pjosecretsanta2016 I hope you like your present Alex! My best wishes for you this beautiful day! I also totally recomend you to listen to TTS- Dear Santa korean version, the title of the fic is inspired by the song!

Inspired but the prompt: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”. Huge shout out to @quietlykeen @lesbabeths @bananannabeth for helping me with my horrible grammar! They are the real heroes here.


Piper was still reading the letter, which made sense considering the fact that a six year old wrote it and it was hard to understand what it said. But she had been reading it for what it felt like forever to Percy, and he really needed her to talk to him.

“On the bright side, you do know her.” Piper finally said. “Or well, used to.”

Mia, Percy’s little sister, had asked Santa for Annabeth Chase, from the group Stardust, to have tea time with her on Christmas Eve. And it nearly gave Percy a heart attack. Stardust was the most popular girl group in the world, and Annabeth Chase wasn’t only the main vocalist of the group, but she was also his ex-best friend. The same ex-friend he hadn’t seen in almost 6 years, not since she stole his first kiss.

“She probably doesn’t care about me anymore.” Percy said. “And it’s not like I can call her and be like ‘Hey Annabeth! It’s me, Percy! I know we haven’t talked in years but I have a baby sister now and her dream is to met you! I know it’s Christmas Eve but I hope you can swing by. My mom lives in the same apartment, okay bye!’”

Piper shrugged. “You kind of can do that.”

He threw his pillow at her. “I don’t have her number anymore.”

“No, but your mom might have her old address saved in her address book.” Piper patted his shoulder. “You said she used to live in California, right? It would make sense for your mom to have her address, or well I guess by now it’s her dad’s address only, if you guys used to exchange letter.”

“It doesn’t matter, he probably moved out.”

“Or maybe he hasn’t. Perce you have the opportunity to make your sister’s dream come true. And not only that, you have the opportunity to reconnect with someone who means the world to you.”

Percy sighed and sat indian style on his bed.

Piper didn’t know much about his relationship with Annabeth— Percy didn’t want people knowing he used to be best friends with a celebrity —but during college Piper had become his best friend. She had found his pictures with Annabeth, the ones he used to have at his mom’s place, so he told her the basics: they met at a summer camp when they were seven years old, and were best friends by the end of the summer. They only saw each other during the summer but during the rest of the year they wrote letters to each other all the time. When they were ten years old,  her family moved to Boston and sometimes they got to visit each other for the weekend, but the letters didn’t stop until they were fifteen when her family moved to California. At that point, cellphones and emails started to become a thing, they didn’t feel they needed to exchange letters anymore. Annabeth went to camp for one more year before winning the most famous singing competition America had, and then he never saw her again.

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anonymous asked:

Does the increasingly heavier promo from iHeartRadio main and individual channels for BTY come from Sony buying a promo package with them, or have iHeart heard the song and agree to push it because they think it's good? Or both? Im curious how it works.

I’m no expert (would love for someone to reblog this with more info), but no matter how good the people at iHeart think the song is, someone has to pay the piper to get it played.

Here’s a good article describing how it works. It predates Spotify, so it’s not entirely accurate, but “Big Time Radio” - which inevitably means iHeart - is still a massive player and there is still a lot of money and schmoozing involved to get their attention.

So right now it looks like Syco and Sony are sucking up to the right people, we’ll see if it continues.

the pontifex and the pea(s).

The Bro Squad™ (or three of them at least) pull a prank on the Pontifex and his girlfriend. It goes about as well as you think it will. Because @cindersart​ wanted some bros and shenanigans <3

‘What do you mean, Frank chickened out? Like—literally or?’

'No, I mean, he didn’t want to do this with us. Which makes him a chicken in the grand metaphorical sense.’

Nico, bored already, makes an impatient noise. He was enjoying a perfectly peaceful walk with a friend before Percy and Leo had so unceremoniously hauled him away. Whether or not Solace had been worried for the duo or Nico, it was unclear. It may have just been alarm at being suddenly left behind in the garden of Bacchus on his first trip to New Rome. With a little twinge of regret at how he’d been grabbed and yanked off in the middle of a very engaging conversation, Nico begins to question why they’re here at all. Percy and Leo resume their gabbling in hushed tones, both with glaring slap marks on their shoulders and arms from where Nico had shaken off their grip.

Point one for the boy with the bony hands and an ever increasing dislike of being manhandled.

'Why would he just back out?’

'He has common sense,’ Nico offers. He doesn’t blame Frank in the slightest. They get a few days in New Rome every month or so, and this is their plan for the trip? 'Or maybe he has important Praetor business. I have a meeting with the senate later, too. He might be preparing for it.’

Leo shakes his head, pouting, and hands Nico a grease stained note. He recognizes the writing. It reads:
“Please excuse Frank from your usual fuckery today, he has a strong case of the Moral Objections that can’t be cured. Or as Hazel diagnosed it: an allergy to Leo’s ideas. Signed, Praetor Ramírez-Arellano.”

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anonymous asked:

Have you watched season 4 recently? I'm in the middle of rewatching it. It's really hard to watch that Piper, esp after watching season 5 Piper. But I'm up to ep 9 now, so it's the beginning of the good Piper again. Anyway, have you written anything to understand that version of Piper and her turn around after the branding?

I think I did maybe. I can’t remember but just in case:

Piper’s evil streak started back in season 3 and I personally think it was triggered. Basically what happened was Piper stopped giving a fuck. Why? because Piper has been spending the majority of her time trying to do good things and trying to be a good person with good intentions and every time she fails and people constantly tell her that she’s a bad person, that she’s a horrible person, that she is fucked up. The final straw was Alex. When Piper decided to confess and tell Alex the truth that she had been the reason Alex was back in prison, Alex went nuclear and called her a manipulative cunt. Piper was so hurt by what Alex said that when she lied awake in her bunk that night she couldn’t even repeat the words.

Piper struggles with a serious moral dilemma when it comes to lying and telling the truth that goes all the way back to her childhood. Her family lives the life of delusion: lie to keep everyone happy. That’s the Chapman way. As a kid she was punished by her mother shortly after telling her that her dad was cheating on her. Piper associates telling the truth with getting in trouble.

In the end Piper gives up because no matter how hard she tries she feels she can’t do anything right. She lies she gets in trouble, she tells the truth she gets in trouble despite her efforts to do good people call her a horrible person. Alex, the love of her life called her a manipulative cunt and I think that hurt the most coming from her. So Piper just says fine I give up. I’m done feeling guilty, I’m done trying. Thus evil Piper was born. They called her a monster and that’s what she became.

Now at the time Alex is dealing with the threat of someone coming into the prison and trying to kill her. She tells Piper this many times and Piper is hearing her but she’s not listening. She literally can’t believe Alex is in any real danger because that would mean acknowledging that it was her fault for putting Alex back in there with her which means feeling guilt. Piper is done feeling guilty right now.

Fast forward to season 4 in the cornfield. She and Alex have both reached their lowest points. Piper has been branded and Alex has committed murder and they both open up to each other about the fucked up shit that has been going on with them. Piper develops some self awareness on her situation and for the first time Piper is listening to Alex. Not just hearing her but really listening. And thank god for Tay’s acting because you can really see it in Piper’s face as she’s processing what Alex told her. You can almost see the thoughts: She was all on her own, she tried to tell me, I didn’t listen, I didn’t want to listen. Now she’s in pain. Alex is in pain.

She voices those words out loud in her bunk. “I can’t believe she did what she did, if I had known I would’ve done something. She’s in pain” That’s all she can think about. When she’s being re-branded she’s not even thinking about her own pain, she’s thinking about Alex’s pain. Afterward, Piper has officially made Alex her number 1 priority, dedicating herself to being there for her. This is why the marriage proposal was so important it represents permanence, it eliminates all insecurities of Piper possibly leaving again.

And I know people like to do the side by side gif sets of the girlfriend proposal and the marriage proposal but to be honest the more I think about the girlfriend proposal the more I like it less. Reasons being because the marriage proposal felt more honest. Piper’s girlfriend proposal, as cute and adorable as it was, just felt almost spiteful and like a slap in the face to her mom. And the way she told her mom was very immature she didn’t even say Alex’s name at the time. In season 5 Piper very maturely tells her mom that Alex is basically her new priority now and she is who she wants to be with. She’s afraid of dying because she wants to stick around for Alex. And she said her name. There’s no malice, just pure honesty. Piper has made a complete turn around. She wants to live for Alex.

Rant over. Also Alex Pearl Vause would like to subtly remind everyone that she is engaged lol.

anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to say I love your blog. And ask if you've got amy more of this awesome 20-ish SoSu x Deacon? Maybe Deacon loving sole but still thinking it's a bit wrong because of the age gap? Or Some random settlers/people from Diamond city being mean to them for the same reason? i'' appreciate whatever you'll write *.*

Alright, so, I wanted to post another reaction before I did anymore Deacon stuff but… Oh well. I promise to have a reaction up tomorrow though! I’m almost done with it. Sorry I’ve been MIA. I would like to say I have an excuse for you, but I don’t :(

On a side note though, I restarted Fallout 4 on survival mode and just… :’)

Also, Codsworth is savage, like wow.

Also also, thanks anon for sending this in! 20-ish SoSu x Deacon is my OTP :’)


Dammit, I should’ve said no.

No, fucking, no.

Way to go Deacon, agreeing to date someone half your age. What did you think was going to happen? That her friends would sit idly by while she wasted her life on some old-as-dirt, fucking piece of shit like you? That they would spout at her that time-honored line of bullshit of “whatever makes you happy?”

I’d already received a less than pleasant visit from Piper. Big sibling syndrome: she stormed in, all clenched fists and bared teeth, and slammed her hands down on my desk, getting right up in my face.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“Well, I’m kidding about ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the time that my mouth’s open, so as a general rule it’s probably always safer to say, yes, I am kidding you.”

“You’d better be! I mean, what did you think you were doing saying yes to Sole? Did you think it was a good idea? To string along someone as young and open and fragile as she is?! What are you getting at here Deacon? Is this another one of your damn lessons? Because I swear if it is-“

My chair screamed across the floorboards as I stood up. Piper flinched and backed off of the table, but managed to keep a scowl on her face. I stared her down from behind my sunglasses, however her body language suggested that none of the effect was diluted.

“I’m a liar Piper, not heartless. It might be hard for you to imagine, but I care about Sole, and I wouldn’t dare hurt her, not after what happened last time.”

Piper’s lips quirked to one side. She wasn’t convinced, nor did she have any reason to. I am a liar, after all. At a loss for gesticulation, the reporter simply crossed her arms.

“One wrong move Deacon, and I will have your name and face plastered on every last inch of the Commonwealth.”

I chuckled.

“Charming thought, Pipes, but the Gunners already beat you to it. Feel free plaster away though; I’ll have already changed my name and face by the time you print the first issue.”

Piper smirked.

“I thought you promised Sole you wouldn’t change your face again.”

“I did.”

“Whatever. Just watch yourself, old man.”

“Always do.”

Preston and Danse have been giving me the stink eye too. The minuteman, thankfully, has been a smidgen more tactful about his displeasure with Sole’s and my relationship. Knowing the lion-hearted man, he probably kept quiet for Sole’s sake. He always did have a soft spot for her. A little late on the draw, I’m afraid. Early bird gets the worm, Preston.

Eugh. Actually, let’s never say that again.  Sole isn’t bird-breakfast, or some kind of prize. Shit. Maybe I should that doe-eyed do-gooder have a chance with her. He’d be a hell of a lot better for Sole than me.

Shit, even Danse would’ve been a better choice. Unlike the minuteman, Danse was a bit more brusque in his disapproval. If he hadn’t been actively attacking my character, his little speech might’ve actually been funny.

“Deacon, I am astounded by the profound lack of dignity you’ve revealed by being with Sole. Not only is this completely irresponsible of you, but the relationship itself is utterly disgusting. Disgraceful, even. You’re old enough to be her father; aren’t you the least bit ashamed of yourself?”

Yes.

“Not as ashamed as you should be of that haircut. Maybe it’s time to go fully shaved Danse. I’ve got a few tips and tricks I can spare, but be warned, a good barber never reveals all of his secrets. Or is that magicians?”

Danse let a sneer smear across his smug-ass face.

“Hmph. I would expect as much coming from someone who dabbles in manipulation and subterfuge. I’m watching you Deacon. One wrong move, and I’ll be the first to introduce you to the barrel of my gun.”

“Sir yes sir.”

I gave him a lazy salute, and then headed on my way. I can only take so much of him at one time.

Shockingly enough, even our resident stone-cold killer came to pay me a visit. Terse as always, he didn’t mince his words.

“When you inevitably end up hurting Sole, don’t be surprised when I break your skull. Understand?”

“Loud and clear killer. But hey, you mind watching the face? It’s expensive. The spine however: open season! Feel free to break each and every little vertebrae yourself!”

X6’s nostrils flared with a slightly irritated sigh before he stalked off, making a show of his curt turn.

Thank God for Curie. She seemed to be the only one around Sanctuary with any sense, or rather, lack thereof.

“I do not understand! If you both love each other, then what is so wrong with you two being together? If Mademoiselle Edna and Monsieur Zwicky have taught us anything, then it is that love has few boundaries!”

“While I appreciate the sentiment Miss Curie, the relationship between my mistress and Deacon is of quite a different vein.” Codsworth butted in. Damn, I had really been hoping to avoid her robo-butler. “This lout is about twice as old as Mistress Sole, and has somehow manipulated the poor young thing into a horrible, dead-end relationship. She’s not equipped to deal with all of his undoubtedly heavy baggage, and she deserves someone who can take care of her instead of the other way around! I am loath with you Deacon, especially after I entrusted you with her safety. Then again, maybe it was poor foresight on my part for trusting a liar.”

I saw no need to argue.

And too bad for me if I wanted to slosh my way into oblivion because now even my favorite, red-headed drinking buddy sees fit shun me. I have a hunch that if Sole didn’t make her infatuation with me so glaringly obvious to everyone, Cait would’ve already put me in the ground. Instead, she settles for the occasional dirty look or just flat out ignoring me. To be honest, it stings a little that she hasn’t even bothered to give me a good verbal thrashing. I needed something to suck me back to reality.

Speaking of reality, here’s the real zinger: Nick.

Good ol’ Nicky, one of the few people too good for this fucked up world, didn’t bother to talk to me. Which was good; talking to me is a complete waste of time, and he knows it. Rather, he took Sole, sweet little Sole, into his cozy Sanctuary house to speak with her, and like a fool I skulked outside the window, listening to the two people I admire most in the Commonwealth discuss my least favorite topic: me.

Nick offered Sole a seat on his couch; I could hear the squeak of centuries old springs as they both sat down. Nick starts, but only after letting a few beats of silence settle them in.

“So Deacon, huh? That’s an… interesting choice.”

She huffed out a halfway amused laugh.

“That’s what everyone tells me, more or less.”

They go quiet again. She was never much of a talker. Nick sighed; it’s a conscious response for him, seeing as breathing for a synth is quite redundant.

“Sole, I’ve known Deacon for a long time. He’s a good man, but I believe both of you going about this irrationally. Now I don’t say this to scare you, but I want you to think about your relationship with him for a second. Deacon is old enough to be your father. Albeit a young father, but a father none the less. You’ll grow old together, sure, but he’ll pass on long before you do, probably by a good fifteen years or more. That’s a long time to miss a spouse. And what about kids? If you have them, they’re going to lose their father at an early age. And before you start off on me about early deaths in the Commonwealth, that’s different. Death by raiders, illness, wildlife: those are unforeseeable tragedies. This on the other hand, is avoidable… Just something for you to think about before cementing anything.”

More silence. I was tempted to peek, to see what was happening.

“Hey now, don’t cry sweetheart. I’m just trying to look out for you. You may be the savior of the Commonwealth, but that doesn’t mean you’re accustomed to it. Hell, you probably weren’t even accustomed to your world before thawing out here. You’re young Sole, and whether or not you want to admit it, you need someone looking after you. Everyone does, to some extent. But what’s more is that this is still your decision. If even after thinking it through you decide to stay with Deacon, I’ll support you both.”

There’s more creaking of the springs and some rustling of clothes. I chanced a look past the windowsill to see Nick hugging Sole with her face buried in the crook of his neck. The old synth spotted me right away, lifting a questioning brow, but said nothing. I gave him a grateful nod of my head and fled the scene just before he finished the hug.

“Alright, time for you to run along home before it gets dark. After these last few days, you need some rest.”

Turning away, I hiked up the hill behind Sanctuary to my humble abode: a nondescript little makeshift cabin. It looked as worn down as I felt, but even after Sole offered me a house in Sanctuary proper, I declined and insisted she have Sturges build me something small and out of the way. Pushing past the rusted red door, I collapsed into my tattered armchair and pulled out a cigarette because damn did I need one.

Barely two minutes into my smoke break, just when the nicotine started taking the edge off, my door gently creaked open. Sole tip-toed in, searching for me with big, watery eyes. I sat up, both hands pressed against the arms of the chair, poised to launch me to her side, but then I froze, smoking cigarette still caught between my lips.

This is it, I thought, Nick got to her. He always gets to her. Good for him. Good for her. Devastating for me. But this is how it should be, damn it. Don’t screw this up Deacon, just let her go. Let. Her. Go. She doesn’t need any more fuck ups in her life. Go ahead and end it, and maybe it won’t hurt too badly. Shit. Stop shaking. Shit, stop shaking.

Her hand on my shoulder makes me jump. I’m still frozen, but my eyes never leave hers. And her eyes, they’re red-rimmed and brimming, so she won’t be saying much. Talking unravels her.

She gestured her head down and then back up. I nodded reassuringly at her. A shaky sigh left through her nose, and then Sole carefully curled up in my lap, forcing me to recline from my coiled position. Her forehead warmed my neck, but the familiar feeling couldn’t help me relax. Plucking the cig from my mouth, I tried releasing some tension in one long, trembling breath.

“You were supposed to go home.” I said.

I felt her shrug.

“Didn’t want to.”

She wasn’t surprised that I eavesdropped. She was never surprised by my deceits, even the ones she fell for and then later discovered… or didn’t discover, ever since that damned recall code gag. She fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. But the price we paid for it in the end, were her lowered expectations. That’s the only lie in my whole career that I ever considered a failure.

Hell, how can she stand to live in the same community as me, much less come to me for comfort?

I take a long drag, willing some pesky tear back inside their ducts. Come on now Deacon, get it out before you lose your cool.

“Sole, I think… it’s been long enough. What we’ve shared has been nice and all, but for both our sake, it’s time to break it off.”

She jerked back like I’d hit her, her elbows digging uncomfortably into my chest. I could see her angrily trying to blink back the already falling tears.

“Wh-what?” Her hands fisted up in my shirt, clenching and un-clenching. “But… why?”

“Sole, please, this is already hard enough. I’m not good for you; never will be. Believe me, you don’t want to be hitched to this fuck up for the rest of your life.” I swallowed hard, and damn it, now I’m crying too. I saw realization spark across her face as the first tear breached the rim of my glasses. Compassionately, like everything she did, she took them off and set the pair on the side table.

We watched each other quietly crying. Shit, we must’ve been the most pitiful sight on the face of the earth at that moment.

Suddenly her hands were on my face, and she leaned in. The warmth of her breath caused a buzzing sensation starting through my lips.

“Don’t.” I whispered.

Sole didn’t answer. Her lips pressed against mine.

It was our first.

And it changed my mind.

“I love you.” I blurted, my lips awkwardly moving against hers as I said it.

“I love you too. I love you too.” She whimpered against me. “I don’t want to leave you Dee. Please. I don’t care what anyone else says, even if they end up being right. Even if you’re twice my age, and even if this means sacrificing my golden years. Maybe I am young and stupid, but I’m young and stupidly in love, and that’s all I know.”

She kissed me harder the next time. I was sure that her mouth was heaven on earth. Soft, prying and yielding at the same time, coaxing. And her tongue, God her tongue, slipping out and running across my chapped bottom lip. When she pulled away, it was too soon.

“And you’re not a fuck up Deacon.” Her thumbs rubbed rapidly at my tears, feeling soft against my cheekbones. “You’re not. You’re so not.”

I squeezed her hips, probably too hard; It had been so long, too long, since I felt this overcome. Shit, I was in deep.

“Ca- mm- C-Can’t argue with a pretty lady.” I cheesed, and there was that smile. I lived for that smile.  “Now, where were we?”

“I think I remember where we left off.” She said, and if there’s one thing I can count on it’s this,

Sole definitely isn’t a liar.

Senior Year Chapter 4

Here you go. Sorry it took a little long. This chapter it pretty much pure fluff so I hope that makes up for it. 

Word Count: 5,263

Chapter: 4/?


Percy’s POV

This really is going to be great, Percy thought as he laid in bed. He sat and looked at the clock on his dresser. 11:10 AM. Thank the gods Mom didn’t wake me up this morning to cook breakfast. Percy was glad to be able to sleep in. Yesterday his mom woke him at like 8 in the morning telling him he needed to cook breakfast. He didn’t really know why he had to but seeing the smile on Annabeth’s face after eating his pancakes made it all worth it. He wouldn’t mind seeing that smile everyday.  

Percy rolled out of bed and walked over to his closet. He was sifting through his shirts and grabbed a white t-shirt. He was just about to put it on when he heard what sounded a lot like a disappointed sigh. He turned around and saw Annabeth leaning against his dresser.  

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I thought of this scenario. Like after the quest with mayor McDonough what if people finally realize “Hey, Piper was actually right?”

People start acting more nice towards her, and what if she’s able to grow her newspaper? Like say other people want to help her out, get stories, and pass out the newspaper.

Idk that would be pretty cool. Her newspaper becomes sort of huge in the commonwealth and now is more like a big business. And it even gets sent to the settlements and other communities!