you're jealous and you know it

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Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.


“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi there :) I love your take on andreil and I wondered if you would write something about Andrew being jealous/possessive of Neil? I always read fics where it's Neil in this situation.. thank u!! :)

i come bearing gifts, my wonderful anon. this was way too much fun to write. thank you for your request! also on AO3

send me prompts :)


“Kevin called today just to say that he’s emailing me extra drills to add to my training regimen. Because apparently I’m getting slower? Whatever. I told him to fuck off, but like that’s ever worked before,” Neil concludes. Andrew makes a vague sound of agreement, but since they’re on the phone, Neil has a hard time judging just how uninterested Andrew really is.

“Anyway,” Neil says, “I met up with Travis after practice to work on plays. He actually knows his shit, you know? He has this idea to keep Wilson back so that Singh can have better control of the line, and it’s genius. Singh is obviously superior when it comes to—”

“Travis?” Andrew interrupts him, suddenly sounding a good bit more attentive.

“Yeah, Travis Patterson. The one from the University of Texas?” Neil waits for some kind of acknowledgement but continues anyway when he gets none. “He’s easily our best backliner, aggressive as hell but knows where to draw the line. And he’s smart too, like he actually thinks before he makes a move. Which is rare.” Neil rolls his eyes at the general state of talent in the Professional Exy League, even though Andrew can’t see him. If he could, he would probably just glare and call Neil a junkie, so maybe it’s for the best. “I think we’re meeting up again on Thursday to go over specifics, make sure everything will really click before I try to implement the switch at practice,” Neil says, almost to himself. He gets up from the couch and makes his way into his bedroom, opening the top drawer on his nightstand and reaching for the stack of orange sticky notes in the back corner. He jots down “Travis - Thursday @ 7:00” and heads to the kitchen to press it to the refrigerator until it holds.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Andrew asks out of nowhere.

“I have a home game on Saturday afternoon, and then that charity event thing on Sunday…” Neil says, and it almost comes out as a question. Andrew knows this already. His team is off this weekend, but Neil’s schedule is so booked that they agreed it wasn’t worth the five hour plane ride.

“I’m coming. I can be there Saturday morning. 9:35,” Andrew states.

“Uh,” Neil blanks a bit out of shock but decides not to question it. Like he would ever complain. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Andrew says, disinterested tone back in full force.

“Hey, are you—” Neil begins, but Andrew has already hung up.

It isn’t abnormal for them to hang up without a proper goodbye, but there is usually at least a bit more ceremony to it. Neil shrugs to himself, chalking it up to Andrew being Andrew.

Andrew fucking hates flying.

This is news to no one. So this spontaneous five hour flight with only two days of mental preparation may seem ill-advised. And it is. Andrew knows that it is. But he hits “confirm” to book it anyway, cursing himself every step of the way. But he could only listen to Neil go on and on about Travis for so long before he cracked.

Andrew knows exactly who Travis is. Travis William Patterson, 27 years old, 6’3” backliner from middle of nowhere, Texas, current starter for the Boston Hurricanes, #9. As a matter of fact, Andrew is looking at him right now. ESPN is showing Exy highlights from last weekend, and Neil’s team just happens to be up at this very moment.

The Neil on screen has just performed some ridiculous move that absolutely should not have ended with a goal but somehow did, and he is immediately met with high-fives from his teammates and an affectionate-looking hug from Travis. Andrew can most certainly be objective, and this exchange looks pretty platonic. But Andrew is also a man attracted to men, and he has to admit that Travis is good looking. Really good looking. He’s got that whole good ol’ boy, yes ma’am/no sir, homegrown Southern cowboy appeal. If you’re into that. Which Andrew definitely isn’t, and he doesn’t think Neil is either.

Andrew knows that Neil isn’t the cheating type, but that doesn’t stop Andrew from feeling just a little possessive over him. He and Neil have been together for eight years now, so Andrew probably has nothing to worry about. And yet here he is, watching several hundred dollars drain from his bank account thanks to this impromptu flight.

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I’ve seen THIS POST circulating a lot today and I just wanted to make a small post and tell you guys that:

  • Just because you were a victim of abuse/toxicity, doesn’t mean you will also be abusive/toxic.
  • Just because it’s difficult for you to maintain close relationships doesn’t mean you’re abusive/toxic.
  • Just because you open up easily to others after only a little time of knowing them doesn’t mean you’re abusive/toxic.
  • Just because you lash out or get jealous sometimes doesn’t mean you’re abusive/toxic.
  • Just because you have a mental illness or disorder that society deems as abusive or toxic does NOT mean that you are automatically abusive or toxic.
  • : : TOTAL SHAMBLES, AS PER USUAL
  • *Bart's lab*
  • Sherlock: *pacing back and forth, alternating between anxiously glancing at his laptop and checking his watch*
  • John: *drumming his fingers on the bench* Will you stop it? You're driving me mad.
  • Sherlock: *still pacing* I can't help it. She's never late.
  • John: It's only been ten minutes.
  • Sherlock: *rummaging for his phone* I calling Graham.
  • John: *shakes his head* So she went out last night-
  • Sherlock: *fidgeting* Yes, without my knowledge. I hadn't had him checked, he could be anyone. She hasn't updated her blog, any of her social media, called, text. Anything could have happened to her.
  • John: *shrugs* She might have got lucky.
  • Sherlock: *glares at him*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Or murdered. Who knows?
  • Sherlock: *dialling* He wouldn't dare.
  • Molly: *hurries into the lab; pulling on her lab coat, out of breath*
  • Molly: *notices them and smiles* Oh, hi. Sorry I'm late...traffic, you know. That, and my stupid phone broke...
  • Sherlock: *sweeps her up into a tight hug; murmuring into her hair, relieved* Thank you for not sleeping with the murderer.
  • Molly: *confused; glances at John*
  • John: *mouths* Tough morning.
  • Molly: *awkwardly pats his back* Um, okay...
🎂
  • *the garden, Mummy & Daddy's*
  • Molly: *examining the buffet table*
  • Sherrinford: *slides up beside her; puts on a mocking voice* What are you thinking, the pork or the pasta?
  • Molly: *looks up; smiles* Oh, hey. Your mum keeps asking me when we're getting married!
  • Sherrinford: Mmm, she was a mathematician. Knows what adds up.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Very funny. Anyway, I told her it's not like that. Now she's trying to fix me up with Sherrinford.
  • Sherrinford: *smirks*
  • Molly: *eyes wide* You...are Sherrinford, aren't you?
  • Sherrinford: *extends his hand* Guilty as charged, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: *blushing* Oh God. Sorry, hi. You look like- I mean, Sherlock never mentioned he had a twin brother
  • Sherrinford: Hmm, it doesn't really come under his favourite subject *pauses* himself.
  • Molly: *giggles*
  • Sherrinford: *grins* Or you.
  • Molly: *confused* Huh?
  • Sherlock: *hurries over to them, almost spilling his drinks; almost nervous* What are you talking about?
  • Sherrinford: *winks at Molly* Ears burning...
  • Molly: *giggles*
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* Sherrinford!
  • Sherrinford: *rolls his eyes* If you must know, I was about to tell Molly Hooper - pathologist, brainy, single, cat lady, sexy as hell *turns to Molly* sorry, I'm paraphrasing but that's the jist *back to Sherlock; slowly* that you fancy her *smug*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherrinford: For me? *nicks one of Sherlock's drinks* bonsoir, brother dear *leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I-I don't fancy you. It's a...deep affetion *stares into his remaining glass* I love you.
  • Molly: *holds his free hand, smiling* I love you too.
  • Sherlock: *smiles*
I kid you not!

I just back from my date. We met for coffee at 10am and I got home at 8pm, so I’d say it went well :) But here’s the amazing and hilarious bit: We got up to go to lunch and I pulled out my car keys. I have a Captain America bobble head keychain. He saw it and kind of laughed, then said something I’ll never forget. “I know Captain America.” I was like what? And he explained that he grew up in Boston and went to school with Chris Evans. They were pretty good friends but he hasn’t talked to him in a long time. He said he’s a really nice, cool guy but even in high school he just knew he was going to be an actor. He was just super determined and ambitious. After a while my date would just be like, dude we get it lol.

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now i know you’re reading this, so bare with me as i effortlessly describe the way your mere existence makes me feel. you see, i have never been much of a jealous person, until i met you. as time went on, i began to have the tendency to fall in love with everything about you. please don’t be alarmed by the word love, as i am not in love with you, but rather different aspects about you. god, i am in love with a lot of things. like the way you rest your head on your pillow when you become tired or the way your face looks on the other end of the screen or that little accent you have that you don’t think you have, but in reality you do. i have been filled with so much envy. i am jealous of the cups you drink out of, as they get to meet your soft lips everyday. i am jealous of your bed, as it holds you at night and makes you feel safe. i am jealous of your socks as they get to be with you every step of the way. i am jealous of the drugs that you consume because i am afraid that they’re the one thing that can make you feel higher than i will ever be able to. i am jealous of that big bad god in the sky, as he has the ability to know every single one of your feelings and thoughts.
i have fallen in love with the way you exist.
it’s probably nothing, but it feels like the world.
and that’s why i am so scared.

“soooo jealous of native bilinguals!!1!”

yeah yeah being stared at for using your mother language in public is a Real Treat, having your use of language politicised is the best, and being ridiculed by people for Not Being Good Enough At Both Languages is an absolute riot please please keep on being jealous of this

anonymous asked:

Are you jealous of your sister? I really need to know. It's for... science.

No? I admire her strength and the fact she’s gotten this far… especially since she doesn’t have an ability. There’s nothing to be jealous of. She’s my sister.  

anonymous asked:

I'm super jealous of your body :///

Ayy I know this probably doesn’t mean much but you honestly really shouldn’t be, I have a TON of problems with my body too, so I think I know where you’re coming from. I’m still super jealous of a lot of other people’s bodies but there is the occasional day where I like mine. I’m sure you’re super cute! 😊

Dating Jungkook:

- him looking at you like that^ :))

- you not really being in the fucking mood to do anything that requires moving so he picks you up and carries you over his shoulders

- him noticing you getting jealous over presents fans give him so he gets you cute little stuffed animals to make you feel better

- you’re still kinda upset so he makes you laugh by saying, “don’t you think it looks like jimin hyung”

- putting his chin on your shoulder while you’re sitting down working on something, then kisses you when you turn around 

- asking him what that was for but only responds with his lil bunny smile

- trying to wake him up in the morning by shaking/hitting/slapping him, but he ends up just pulling you in bed with him

- you trying to escape but he’s too fucking strong so you just give up and fall asleep next to him

- him nuzzling his face into your neck and smiling as if he won

- you getting annoyed at him “ignoring” you due to him being so focused on his work

- him awkwardly trying to make it up by getting you corny things like flowers and chocolate

- you forgiving him anyway bc the poor boy is just trying so hard. he’s suffered enough

- playing games only children in elementary school would find entertaining

- jam sessions

- endless hours of video game sessions

- him becoming quiet afterwards since you always win

- letting him win the next few rounds out of pity

- you always wondering if he cares for you as much as you do for him but in reality his phone is running low on storage space due to countless pictures/videos of you

- freely expresses his feelings to you, shares his struggles and thoughts bc he trusts you, and you always know what to say to make him feel better

- EYEBROW RAISES. LOTS OF FUCKING EYEBROW RAISES.

- annoying lip synching to random songs like the losers you are

- visiting him at the studio, always bringing food for him and the rest of the members

- thanks you by hugging you with his sweaty ass self

- you trying to disgustedly shake him off but later giving in because you secretly love it

- falling asleep on his shoulders, him falling asleep on your head

- the members using this glorious opportunity to take countless of pictures at the ugliest angles for future blackmail purposes

- going out to eat at whichever place has the least people since y’all are always fucking hungry and will eat anything

- not a lot of obvious couple items, but maybe small ones like a ring or bracelet

- both of you smiling into kisses

- kisses you while you’re talking

- karaoke starting off as a serious competition but later being complete idiots to the point that the other members have to come in and tell you to shut the fuck up

- teaches you dance moves and lowkey starts showing off when you get them right away bc everything is a competition to this kid lmao

- attempting to art but n o p e

- him making fun of you for it

- slapping him multiple times bc he fucking asked for it

- trying to cook but accidently setting off the smoke alarm so you rush out to the farthest restaurant before jin beats both of your asses

- night before he leaves to go overseas, warn him not to flirt with any girls but he gets cocky af

- “I don’t know jagi.. I’m really good looking you know”

- “okay, let’s break up then?”

- “NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT I LOVE YOU”

Jealous Connor being all touchy feely with Jude to mark his territory.

“Hey. You’re Jude, right?”

Jude stood up from where he’d been crouching and rifling throughhis school bag. When he turned around, he saw a boy who looked to be around his age. He had blonde hair, a few strands falling over his right eye.

He looked familiar. Jude was pretty sure they had English together, but he wasn’t sure.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” Jude said awkwardly, almost apologetically.

But the boy just laughed.

“That’s okay. Just means I’ll have to introduce myself. I’m Leo,” he informed him, smiling. He had dimples, Jude noted absentmindedly.

“Nice name,” Jude complimented, returning the smile. “We have English together, don’t we?” he asked, trying to be polite.

“Yup! But um, I was actually wondering if you’d like to maybe go catch a movie with me sometime? The new Avengers movie is coming out soon, so I thought you might like to go and see that. With m-me,” Leo stammered a bit at the end, revealing his slight nervousness.

Jude’s eyes widened as he took in the flush spreading across Leo’s cheeks.

“Like… a date?” he asked, surprised.

“Well, yeah,” Leo clarified, huffing a little in amusement.

“Oh, uh, no.” Jude replied gently. “Sorry,” he hastened to add as Leo’s face fell in disappointment.  “I’m already dating someone,” he explained, trying to soften the rejection. He didn’t like hurting people’s feelings.

Jude started when he felt a pair of familiar arms wind themselves around his waist, as a strong jaw dropped to perch on his shoulder.

The look Jude gave his boyfriend was full of surprise. They weren’t not out at school, but he knew that Connor was still a little bit nervous about PDA.

He glanced back at Leo only to find him staring at Connor in mild horror.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he apologised emphatically, seeming truly contrite.

“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known,” Jude said, trying to make Leo feel better. But the other boy’s lips simply turned down sadly and he bid them farewell, before practically running away.

Jude frowned slightly, hoping that he was alright, and wondering if he should go and reassure him some more. He dismissed the idea, since Leo hadn’t appeared too torn up about it, more embarrassed than anything. Besides, Jude’s presence would probably be more of a hindrance than a help. Instead, he turned to face his paramour.

“Were you… jealous?” he questioned suspiciously as he twisted around in his boyfriend’s arms.

“No,” Connor snorted.

Jude narrowed his eyes disbelievingly.

“Maybe…” Connor allowed. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together as his jaw did that thing it always did when he was worried.

“I think he was asking me out on a date,” Jude muttered, tone uncertain. He was getting a little weirded out by the fact that Connor didn’t seem inclined to let go of him any time soon, even though they were in a school-yard full of people. It was just adding to how off balance he felt right now.

Connor frowned at him.

“I told him no!” Jude elaborated defensively, wanting to cross his arms. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough space between them for him to do that. So, he settled for putting his hand on Connor’s upper-arm and squeezing it reassuringly. This had the added benefit of enabling him to feel up his boyfriend’s impressive bicep. It was always the right time to do that.

Connor worried at his lip, tightening his hold around Jude’s waist. Jude had seen him get a little clingy sometimes, which he was fine with, but he’d never seen him this possessive before.

“I still don’t like it,” Connor muttered sullenly.

“Well, now you know how I felt about Daria,” Jude retorted, angry that Connor was angry. He was making Jude feel guilty, when he hadn’t even done anything wrong!

“It’s not the same. I’m not into girls,” Connor replied defensively.

“So? You still made out with her. I didn’t do anything like that with him,” Jude whisper-yelled, still conscious of the students milling around them. But that didn’t stop him from smacking Connor on the arm. Although he did hope none of the teachers had seen that.

Connor winced, which made Jude feel a little bad for hitting him, but it hadn’t even been that hard, and Connor was being a jerk!

Jude glared at Connor until he looked down guiltily, his expression clearly stating that he knew he was in the wrong.

“I’m sorry,” Connor mumbled, doing the jaw thing again. Damn, he knew Jude had a weakness for the jaw thing!

Connor continued whispering apologies as he began to press gentle butterfly kisses into Jude’s skin, trailing from the base of his neck, up to his fluttering pulse, and along his jaw…

“You know, you can’t just kiss me every time I’m angry at y-”

Jude sighed in defeat against Connor’s lips and relaxed into his arms, deciding that he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

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