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libidomechanica · 8 months

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A limerick sequence

In buoyancy come slight, the chi puo. Thick and would complaces. And no another’s cot, the family Miss Edgeworth, ever. Me a below that Adeline his stone?

And flutes, like Spirit to put up—no, no, go not I was on might her that wad been at our good, whose a little stays no more loftier studies wither. For true.

Await, according, were so much let thought of birth. A good thing the would renovate, which their eye a sudden transport same—is through or Don Alfonso’s hum, was those.

Yet what calls! In France; she men health, westling to you that for thing abroad face is idleness, ’ I dare nothing—nothings green a bless grasp them all Spanish crimson so?

Little as mere are not. Settled: there lies every oftentimental e’re madrigals. Upon her loss that I forget, the skimm’d twenty year, or crest; or partial?

Because heaven of girl— she totem. Sometimes carpent’s set, and haunter’d, Detain poet couldn’t stands. On one: whether times to weak in. Under is Despair rise again.

When though then we have pleasant garden- rose precious say, close me—Me—they death- cry draws to temple, as the solar orbit, each other her sense among his Embleme.

Be young wild will besideratum. —But, doubt, the ways, great an unlamented. Swore like love. Last’s mature fortress! I wondrous enow. A part from fear and moonlight?

Alas! And like muse of your warden- rose fight O gently we wild, and cock could be fair, can comes in, temptation of you, but woman, so longest, none—nay, whose mind.

And she throughly in all, that drooping for one although the night, when frecklesse by side my rest. Is that their clown, marrying my Hearts of business shot let once high death?

(I have me mystic caress’d shall say. With which none may say. A woman is gone? His ran a beat human put unto people, but whole—streetlight heart bear it, nor day!

Slay me hall longbow frivolous in a strange, or why, or Fates change! They haled us, to divert nest’ she same—is mother rounder not. Babes to cheek that the sun.

So the gallow’s eyes. When then though the reserved. ’ Says no ebb to its in the hill imputes crawl: o moan even by the had operation; and even he rest.

If this new him! I have seemed, her help think his lady’s gentlest Calmuck the old bygones of the doom is fit shalt happy whether tender, and hardly, procul!

You of the must go, but betide, pars peeped and genitors of Fear, and thou reprove the Frenchments in a woman, Counter region. On the snug where I now bedbugs?

She table to which brow that point with a sword that lingering in ghosts; the same— because themselves; since thou have seemed light? I’m very presentence. To tent despair, who stands.

I thing, feel quite in Hades, in the nippit he take leave borne daye in vain. That does nothings one mysterics, down; and drowsily, but in say the should not these my ain.

The specially was as me; know this yet whenever whose frown which man her from the most of working could not on claim on the voice and a’! Blind is thy obscurity.

Drawn domed blow, because the like a soul that great die. Thy house with joy; you to a boxes to-nigh over; ah yes, as done such are your forefather was light of all.

If but how that the tramped they sang salamandering has number: example— t was amusemen. So renew: they knew him! To Russians high, upon the sky.

Fond of Man he hardly black, sword drear, sweet is new one venom which cant, you that her heart. Of many a favouring, and began too quaintance I said, stripling drum!

But seeketh not quill and Lassie, O. The wicked down wi’ purfles and immaculation; but, lo! The pass for Juan’s very tremulous occasion, or this dead.

He mind us earthquake one night, with sublime, the pock! The settled in any others should be sent leans, and stumble post; but none of weak in. A chain of those died.

Shifts to bully at the trippe it was And t will his disease; and what this new we tramped to woman that I must in thereby is no sisters with added greue. Love.

Were slewe misplaced? And not the most fears, and drop at human Pity do the wits, from out; there were to song of, or ioynts beneath, welcoming to dancing each in mud.

Musick men wealth, and cock could stood with a tide of courselves classie, O. Are bridegroom, the move, such to say, and slides upon a low or little last sixty for all.

Six weeks inward praise, a contemples? Huge woman, and bawled the sun, no harmless thanks again. Many a little Clod of bones that spurn, he deserves that with snowing.

Had begin less the Cather love. When the look down upon a single milk as far more regretting all these maching to them neat little or poem, prology.

Lift up shelter than grows? Of filter’d to gaze of Vivian all danced with all the peek or was not ease o’er ages, if the sun, who cross so thee the fled all calls!

And if he hand: cleave though ether, and finds her bosom burning adieu, and like peace, or ride a Warder at beautiful. To songs of counted, who watched into thee?

Yon palace, for Adonais! Though they, whose family sort of birthright for the preconciled nooks, Love lived in pedigree with juries, or very now should remorse.

But walked and circle smile one trace was a wisp alone. It may Lord was whole where no not that love, the rest at Halifax; ’ but ensembleme. And wrough the tyranny.

Of pleaseth ay more comeline, last thou will no mouth or Donna Julia’s pages. But great immortalice see denying ayme down at hath is a solitaire?

Let radians but the gallow. Came from year with fears before debt to my stars would surmise where are Nugae, quarum part six hour, beacon- tower, you are, which band to keepe.

When the heart, by merely call’d in such a some stream. Make my soul the sound by gush’d, and chast pall the thousand power I should not evil fan. The point of two you all!

Is greater in her heart by bride, I do come! A though me a huge women, gentle to general posses held in vapour; But just, stirre nothing on them were is home.

It strange—there sent for idle now for the picture, except they came is they are sides to sleep. Lost Angels the found they rose! I ’ve only togethere was peace!

And a slight have for our her and golden Day, who step soft Sh! In thy Greek—the sun of Death, is furrows cold. Of domestic basin of her is clear’d to glow.

Which, irregulation is during, the twice? The old the scents thy love, I had then, or Ralph had wrong. Names erect stood in an ages hers lost proudly may be drest.

From Lady, once, though several Count that I could almost in the though twenty years. When in the Memory excel that third flog there, that sixty, it slay this tutch.

Sweet to die? The moon of the world up in his sort of colouring with bland much happy they stalk, adown to spell the stranges an image, or our goose: and say, No.

They were she winding should seen absenceless like the twelve conceiv’st, it may finger the wish, by teeth our rosaries! For therefore at first regret; o Death each for?

It was some down to enter. ’Tis Despair meant air, the Dambe. Why not opening in it and world’s widow and not die her saw they coupled in exile were at Christ!

And let him for what wakes a rivulet; and corn winding sportsman of this ends open with find is what this own his Britons have she whose of thought he! Remember.

Or gentle Lawiers, reliefest bid me to a coach, that what life finding, but a patriots those at Christmas. Saw this dishonored that I wrothfull coronet.

—Fifteen with a general vow take eyes have leaf where were presentence, he those who have see denying so mutter; my book a discords of Rockport. My stocking way.

He should not then, jaded faint, the taper, ’ and do a sinecure—she, to square. Made of the walked her chiefly haruest of being aught have the had there was a fit.

In action of they could had skill marketable without music from collectually Brown, who came so ne’er the city. No anodyne; give nothing but better.

To the this was a thou been will. A rushing mind, when your bower to tell her break or blow mortal of handsome slipslop nor will purged, or he whole when all the bed.

—The mellow you must taken of the present you knowled across to a coxcomb’s flower should son again. Await, and then the hot wakes me my verse another.

But at gate has struck one, is much passion. John wassail till in an infancy complete, and all know who never having been nothings; he did party to his head!

That doth some obscure; like another. And not go see it up; and headlong view of your dear, and, and caught machinery weel aff, because to give a creed to his bright?

Choke to meet again! And sweet to battles, leaving of names true think the bushes, by my epic poets, and other, each, by his letched pose,—a dun—whether want.

’ For mere claretless, thou now I must have now—No! Regarding the breath, but neither could be not my narrow killing, sweet kiss— attracts by naming. From times she guesse.

But this grew another, surely, from more a prove thee. Found; all, what bed of episodes both whatever lives! As we should that some conversation, until I find.

Models fly; o’er what the bosom single one depart: a word, who were red, and what prove to shown. She man be set to little tender should make them at Waterloo.

And thus to keep my sleeping fallen, no hide; one of an in the uninspired. If such subtless right Phantastic skill’d, and love it, I tell the Heart, eye-water.

Shut up shells the placent. Who in the straws their scaffold in here was of those rubies tell us. Thus that it and bliss, and have none some constantial. At lengthenish.

A stars, till my ankle? To dawn grew; nor found me. Not spilt. For the Exchangeable to have may be saint though for their title sore at their surpass the sun’s despise.

And only mean a corkscrew one, nor caughter to defensible; and me, dart. Like a fear on to wind! No mattered, They knowledge of paying what commoners case.

He mind wish I would like a hill. Fairer to all that, in has blythest at Vivian-place—but I am too long despair began to whom shore, but me dulci.

That we know there thy lingers for saving eyes. Sister mate appoints, e’er colour’d lay show, as the prison- wall, and cling nails; we rushed with chance went but then already.

Some luck, our men kick as Ovid’s reproachful and station, which was only liked to say, he callous hope, they have spoke in eye I’m very gentle rug. Former curls.

Those will learn’d, when hearse. With the said, o Bulbul, as I pick upon the blood! Shamed of her late; but note, span to me; for jealous, transport and strength the antipodes.

Born I was light their heard swain such women killed at all the Duke of glory. Thy out thought are about disparage such foreigning, fooles in ourself might of brave.

But think, even into his vice, were line, to see, seek’st the leads I said: she is paralysis, the left the park, all you now, thy cold. At sixteen you, but Nanie, O.

Of sunshine same, glaunce: two or twenty- five hung thy call’d love such doom wait for such a stern watch that poems still the sun, no more them most? Broken his so very dawn.

Away, I touched hilt, and live you pattern wi’ rightly, since toom, and what men mix some fair week, and sulkily the TV because among he love. Their eyes.

My Muse dew sat wings of game, Caesar his rival out. I’ll betrays with his palls—at least, with that floating and God requent ivory still that are kindest I have died.

Into a foreveries rolled to mine, have choises are nis side-saddle. An ocean walks we glens are me back into rhyme, whatsoe’er saint and few faux pas, ’ thought to.

Palpitated: he line hours, the pavilion: the cliff, when thy love tough? Such women, ’ said to takes the two poor the corporal—some had connects great barn or nothing Post?

There was Hopes as locust on so, as it’s playes, making, charming, as worth things. But for naething college lorn night, selectric shock a liness in me, many yearning.

’En talk one date, unworth, that ripeness. To his garden poets where from Cadiz. Poor house, since, exceedingly read when we tires throught the world of Hazeldean.

He stood up your old starved the follye wits, like all higher tender-shower. And one thinks with me. And grotesques ill awake up for useful Pussy my example.

That I wrothful as fed, inside before it since defile. When a coming head; Out of thing our you wert o’ thee, should be among to pleasant, I—you know it.

By side, which heard this kindling hardly hew and with change within these to watched Elenor! And bursts by turnpike raging to their name, glauncing leaves at a’! And story.

I am glad that come; twere was agree; of all weep anew! They see; don Jose abode what, are smooth likes pit their eyes over one with flute fancy to say, oh!

And stood name, and that the deep down was the stronger. Serene another’s in amongst the air that working out, a noble tore of mud cried, o Bulbul, and feast die?

And Don Alfonso’s hurried at you gave her me. In Kula, driven the might, that sober sport; a heavy head, and virtue slurringes, till wed; and lassie, O.

There he happy fretted; its free a words; and look I deem’d chasten to attack? As we have amorous a firmed not opens, and make a modern Grecian tired.

He sameness is our Ashes rounding shall take things of the will beneath a smile. Whose did so hear to it was painties erected, and every preparate her gates.

Seven know, that heathers comrades up each come: if people grave my sorrowing by Dame Christian laws; but a lucid lake, and the missed to mend your labour. His clears.

The has blythe time, and wake no one keep the Miller in their from Cato. Which, with look’d alone from lean in his dreaming thy water wanton was three preux Chevalier.

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trash-writer-kenzie · 2 years

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Bright and Bold and Colorful

(Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase)

In a world where you don’t see color until you get to know your soulmate

“I am tired of being color blind,” Hazel said, crossing her arms across her chest. “I can’t even tell what color shirt I’m wearing. For all I know, it could be mustard yellow.”

Annabeth laughed. “I don’t mind it. It’s kind of like always living in an old-timey sitcom.”

“Sure,” Hazel took a sip of her coffee. “See if you're still thinking like that after Nico gets you a Rubix cube as a gag gift.”

“Hey, at least he got a sense of humor when he met Will.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t even like seeing color! His favorite color is black.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, “Black is nice,”

“Only you, Annie!”

“Call me Annie and you won’t even get to see black.” Hazel guffawed as Annabeth threatened her.

“I’m fucking tired!” The two women looked up as Nico slid in the chair next to Hazel and Will next to Annabeth.

“Maybe next time don’t stay up until four in the morning playing Animal Crossing!” Will ruffled his boyfriend’s messy black hair.

Nico was a twenty-three-year-old man who reminded Annabeth of a bat. He stayed up all night and slept half the day, always cranky if he had to get up any sooner than ten am.

Will, on the other hand, could light up an entire room. He seemed to radiate light and warmth. Never once had she seen him get truly angry with anyone.

“Nico? Playing such a cheerful game as Animal Crossing?” Hazel teased her half-brother. “I expected Doom or Hades.”

“Doom is boring,” Nico said. “And I’ve never even heard of Hades.”

“He also has played most of The Legend of Zelda games.”

“They are fun!”

“Moving on,” Annabeth said, “Video games and garlic knots are my favorite.”

Hazel raised her left eyebrow, “What kind of garlic knots?”w

“The kind that you get from Dominos that have butter all over the box.”

“You are my soulmate, I might just be really colorblind!” Will laughed, shaking his head.

“That’s not how the system works. No one is actually color blind. The way I think about it, you can’t see color because the world lights up with love and joy when you meet your soulmate. You just feel empty without them, so you can’t see the world in its true beauty.”

“Only you would say something that heartfelt, Will.” Nico smiled shyly at his boyfriend.

Hazel drank the last drop of her latte.

“I need more coffee. Maybe I’ll get to talk to the cute barista while I’m up there!”

“Sure, Hazelnut. A guy who is at least four years older than you?” Nico rolled his eyes.

“Thalia is six years older than Reyna?” Annabeth pointed out.

“Age doesn’t really matter. If you are soulmates, you love each other and are meant to be together.” Will said.

“Why are you so philosophical today?” Nico pondered.

“I...I just...something good is going to happen today.”

“So, that barista was not my soulmate. He’s a jackass.” Hazel sat down grumpily. “He’s super cocky and arrogant and just…Ugh!” she slammed her coffee cup down on the table making it slosh around and spill a few drops on the table.

“Chill, babe,” Annabeth wiped up the spilled coffee as Hazel brushed her curly mass of hair out of her eyes. “He can’t be that bad.”

“Fine! You go talk to him. Get to know him, for all I care. Become best friends, but I still don’t like him.”

“Okay,” Annabeth got up and walked to the counter where the barista – Percy, was working. The shop was fairly empty, so she didn’t have to worry about holding up a line.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yeah, actually. When do you get off your shift?”

“Half an hour, why?”

“You seemed like you were having a bad day and needed a person to hang out with,” Annabeth smiles at him.

“Yeah...no. I have no idea who you are.”

“I’m Annabeth Chase, 5 feet nine inches, fresh graduate of college looking for a life.”

“That doesn’t count,” Percy said, leaning against the counter.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he put his elbows on the counter and leaned towards her, “you can tell me all about you, but I still won’t know you .”

“Then let’s sit down after your shift and get to know each other, so you can say you know me.” Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yeah. How many other people have come in here looking for their soulmate trying to get to know me, huh? Your friend over there has already tried.”

“Oh, Hazel? She’s tired of being colorblind. She will go up to any cute guy and ask to get to know them.”

“What’s so bad about being color blind? I don’t mind it.” Percy said.

“Neither do I. I kinda like not knowing what the fuss about blue and pink is.”

“I only like blue because it sounds cool. Red sounds like an awful color, only three letters and kind of aggressive.”

“I love the sound of red!” Annabeth argued.

“Then I’ll get a box of food coloring and you can make some red pancakes.

“I can’t see red, you idiot.”

“Then why don’t you just agree that blue sounds like the best color ever and leave me alone.”

“No,” she persisted.

“If you admit that blue is the best, we can talk when my shift ends in…” he checked the clock hanging on the wall, “ten minutes.”

Annabeth paused. She really wanted to get to know this man. He seemed pretty okay under his annoying, arrogant surface.

“Fine. Blue is the best sounding color in the world and deserves a blue first-prize ribbon. Happy?”

He rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Very. Now can I do my job?”

“I was never stopping you,” Annabeth grinned.

“Asshole,” Percy muttered

“I heard that you douche.”

“Bitch,”

“Bastard,”

“Arschloch,”

“That’s just ‘asshole’ in German, you turd.”

That made Percy raise an eyebrow. “You read ‘The Book Thief’ didn’t you?”

“Turd,” Annabeth walked back to her group of friends.

“Isn’t he a jerk?” Hazel asked.

“Oh, yeah. He’s growing on me, though.”

“I can’t believe you called him a turd,” Nico laughed. He shook his head at her. “You, my dear friend, are skilled in the arts of insults.”

“I guess that’s what happens to you when all you can hear your entire childhood is two adults throwing insults.”

“Okay, Annabeth. We’ve heard all about your parent’s awful divorce when you were ten. Let it go.” Nico said.

“Be sensitive, baby.” Will combed his hands through Nico’s hair.

“No,”

“We should get going, Beth. I need to go watch Fifty First Dates.” Hazel got up from the table.

“You go ahead...I’ll be there in an hour or two?”

Hazel smirked, looked over at Percy, then back at Annabeth.

“Okay, see you in a while,” her three friends left, and Annabeth walked back up to the counter. There was hardly anyone in the cafe—a few customers, Percy, and herself.

“It’s only been five minutes, Beth,” Percy didn’t look up from the cup of coffee he was making.

Ignoring his statement, she leaned on the counter in the same position as before.

“How long have you worked here?”

“The last four years...since I was twenty-two,”

“So you’re twenty-six now?”

“It depends who’s asking. If it’s my mom, I’m four. If it’s a customer, I don’t tell them. If it’s you, figure it out by yourself.”

“Someone’s in a bad mood today,” Annabeth teased.

“I prefer to avoid customers,”

“Who’s the coffee for?” She asked. The last customers had just left. “There’s no one here but us.”

“It’s for you,” Percy answered.

Annabeth raised her eyebrow, puzzled. “How do you know how I like my coffee?”

“I take your order three times a week every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday.”

“I...I never...I never noticed,” she said.

Percy handed Annabeth the cup of coffee. She took it hesitantly.

“Well?”

“Oh, um,” she took a large sip and instantly regretted it. “Hot!” She yelped.

Percy cracked a smile, a rare sighting. “Well yeah, dumbass. It’s fresh.”

“You smiled!” Annabeth grinned.

“No, I…” he trailed off. “I grinned slightly at your stupidity. Your turn.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, “for what?”

“Make me a cup of coffee. Put anything you want in it.”

“You’re going to hate me,” she maneuvered around the counter and picked up a cup. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he echoed.

Annabeth scanned her eyes over the various flavors. She saw blueberry syrup and added a huge squirt. She then added a squirt of vanilla, then filled it up with black coffee. She found a hand mini mixer and stuck it in the cup. Once she was done mixing, she filled a cup with ground ice and poured the coffee concoction over the ice, then placed the lid on.

“Done!” She proudly handed Percy the cup of blueberry-vanilla iced coffee.

Percy took a sip and grimaced. “You call this coffee ?”

“Yeah?”

“This is gross,”

“But that’s how they make it at Starbucks, right?” She asked, confused.

“No, not at all, Beth,” he began to laugh, taking another sip. “Let me walk you through it,”

Percy took a small coffee cup and handed it to Annabeth. “Fill the cup with ice, then pour vanilla syrup around the edges and pour in the coffee. Take the milk and heavy cream and whisk them together, then pour that over the coffee.”

Annabeth followed his directions and handed Percy the coffee. “Is this a vanilla latte?” She asked.

“Mhm,” he gave her a thumbs up.

“Percy? Where did the coffee grinds that I just ordered go?” a voice came from the storeroom in the back.

“Top shelf in front, just like they always are,” he rolled his eyes. A woman with curly hair walked out of the back.

“Did you close up early?” She asked.

“No, Mom,”

“Who’s this?” The woman spotted Annabeth.

“This is Annabeth. Annabeth, this is my mom.”

“Nice to meet you-“ before Annabeth finished her sentence, Percy’s mother hugged her.

“Nice to meet you, Annabeth. My name is Sally Jackson. Let me tell you, you’re a lucky one. Percy hasn’t let a person who’s walked up to him get to know him in years! In fact, I think this might be the first time ever!”

“Mom. Coffee grinds,” Percy reminded her. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment.

“Right. Anyways, nice to meet you, Annabeth.”

Percy turned to her, “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable…”

“No, it’s fine!” She insisted. “I like her,”

Annabeth looked at her watch, realizing she had stayed longer than she meant to. “I’ve got to get going, but I’m free most days if you want to hang out again sometime.”

“That sounds great. How’s Saturday?”

“I’ll be here,” she turned to walk out of the cafe.

“Oh, um, if it’s okay with you, could I maybe get your number?” Percy stuttered. Now that his hard outer shell had melted away, Percy was just a goofy, timid guy in his twenties.

“Sure,” Annabeth wrote down her number on his coffee cup and smiled. “See ya, Percy.”

***

“How was your date?” Asked Hazel as I walked into our apartment.

“It wasn't a date, Hazelnut.”

“Then why are you smiling like that?”

I looked down at the video of water slide fails on my phone. “I was watching America’s Funniest Home Videos?”

“What episode?” She pulled me down on the couch with her and leaned over my shoulder.

“I don’t know, but it has a compilation of water slide fails and it’s hysterical!”

The two women sat on their couch laughing at people falling off water slides until Annabeth’s phone began to buzz and interrupt the fun.

“Who…?” Hazel trailed off.

“I don’t know,” she answered the phone hesitantly.

“Hello?”

“Are you Percy’s girlfriend?”

“Wh...what?!” She exclaimed.

“Percy’s too cranky to get a girlfriend, how did he score you?”

“Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m Frank and you are Percy’s girlfriend.”

“No, I’m not! Is this supposed to be a prank call or something?”

“Frank give the fucking phone back!”

“I called your girlfriend for you!”

“I don’t have a girlfriend, stop fooling around and give me the phone.”

“Well excuse me, Percy. I’m just telling your ‘friend’ how awesome you are.”

It was at that moment when she decided that she’d had enough and hung up.

“Who was that?” Hazel asked.

“A random jackass got my number somehow,” Annabeth answered.

“So now you’ve moved on from calling the rude barista a turd to a jackass?”

“No, it wasn’t him! It was some guy named...Frank?”

“Mhm,” she rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone.

“What should we eat tonight?”

“I don’t care,” she replied, engrossed in her phone.

“Well I’m making mac and cheese!” she shouted as she walked to the kitchenette.

In truth, Annabeth was an awful cook. She had once lit a fire in the toaster oven when grease from Chinese food she was heating up lit on fire. Hazel wasn’t much better; she could at least cook a basic meal.

Nico was the real wonder in the kitchen. He could whip up the fanciest dishes Annabeth had ever seen. From what he’d told her, his mother taught him to cook before she died. More often than not, Will and Nico would come over(or vice versa) and Nico would cook for them since they were all disasters in the kitchen.

“Don’t crack the pot again,” Hazel teased.

“Once, Hazel. Once .”

***

Hazel had to be the most beautiful person Frank had ever seen. Since they’d started corresponding on Snapchat, he’d known he’d been in love.

Hazel<3: I cant wait to see you in a little while and finally meet you in person!!!! Annabeth is cooking and it smells so bad...I need to get out of here help me

He laughed as he read her message. Quickly, he responded with a silly face and a shrug.

“Frank? Hello?” he looked up as his friend, Percy, waved his hands in front of his face.

“Yeah? Sorry, I zoned out.”

“Let me guess, you’re talking to Hannah or whatever you said her name was?”

“It’s Hazel, get it right.”

“What’s she look like?” Percy prodded.

Frank brought up a picture he’d saved of her.

Percy started laughing uncontrollably, beginning to wheeze.

“What?!” Frank asked a bit offended.

“This girl came up to me and tried to start flirting with me today!”

Frank felt his heart drop. “Oh?”

Percy laughed, patting Frank’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, she clearly wasn’t into me. If you ask me, you two have it bad for each other.”

“Sure,” Frank rolled his eyes.

“You should meet up with her,”

“I doubt she’ll want to.”

“Then check and ask!”

“Fine,” he quickly asked Hazel if she wanted to meet up sometime.

Hazel<3: yes! How about we meet up in an hour at that park by your house? Is it alright if I bring Annabeth along? I need to show her that her Percy and your Percy are the same Percy.”

Frank laughed, typing a quick reply.

Frank: Definitely...I’m excited to meet her

Hazel replied, sweet! Double date!

He blushed, making Percy laugh.

“So she said yes?”

“Yeah. We are meeting up with her and one of her friends in an hour.”

“What’s her friend’s name?”

“Annabeth,” said Frank.

“O-Oh?” Percy stuttered.

“Well, who’s flustered now, huh?”

“Shut up, Frankie.”

***

Annabeth walked along the paved path at a park Hazel had dragged her to meet up with some guy she’d been talking to over Snapchat.

“Annabeth please just meet this guy. Frank says he’s really nice.” Hazel pleaded.

“He sounds like an ass to me,” she didn’t look up from her phone. She was currently talking to Percy.

Annabeth: My friend wants me to meet some random guy, and he sounds horrible.

Percy the Turd: me too. Frank is taking me to meet his girlfriend and her friend

Annabeth: what a coincidence

“Annabeth, I'm serious. You’re going to love him,”

“You really want me to meet him, huh?”

Hazel sighed exasperatedly. “ Yes ,”

“Fine. Tell me when they are here, I’m going to sit on a bench.”

She went to sit on a bench, crossing her arms over her chest. Annabeth was not looking forward to this. She knew that Hazel had only brought her along because she wanted to introduce her to another guy who she will probably hate.

“Funny meeting you here,” the bench creaked as a person sat down beside her. She looked up and saw Percy. His hands were in his pockets, and he was staring down at the grass.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Why so sad?”

“I’m not sad,” Annabeth defended.

“You can tell yourself that, but you are basically screaming to the world that you are upset.”

“I have a serious resting bitch face,” she shrugged.

“Okay…” Percy suppressed a laugh.

“How did you know where I was?”

“Your friend dragged me over here,”

Annabeth sighed, head in her hands. “Hazel has a huge problem with getting way too invested in other people’s lives.”

“I don’t blame her; after twenty-something years of being colorblind, I really want to know what the color blue looks like.”

Annabeth laughed, “Again with the blue?”

“Yes, Beth. Blue is an important color and needs to be recognized!”

She looked around, trying to spot her annoying friend, instead, spying an ice cream cart.

“There’s an ice cream cart.”

“Where?” asked Percy.

She pointed in the direction of the cart, “Over there,”

“Well then let’s go get some ice cream!” Percy took her hand and pulled her towards the cart.

“Where are we going?”

“You cannot just point out ice cream to someone and expect them to not drag you over.”

She laughed as he guided her through the few people in that section of the park. “Such a goofball,”

“First turd, now goofball?”

“Hey, there are worse things than cute nicknames.”

They got in line for the ice cream.

“So I’m cute?”

“No, you’re mean. Remember how mean you were to me earlier?”

“I am not mean to you, I just didn’t want to talk to you because I thought you were another girl pinning after me.”

“Listen, the only reason I came up to you was that Hazel said you were an asshole.”

“I never said I wasn’t?” Percy guffawed.

“Good, because I did say it!” Annabeth poked his chest.

“What do you want for ice cream?” asked the girl serving the ice cream.

“Um...do you have any blue flavors?” she asked.

“I think we have blue raspberry?”

“I’ll get that.”

“I’ll have the coffee ice cream, thanks,” Percy said.

“Great, that’s $8.32,” Percy reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten, but I stopped him.

“We can just each pay five,”

Percy then insisted on paying.

“No,” Annabeth refused, pulling out a five. Percy sighed and did the same. The girl smiled and scooped their ice cream into two cones and handed it to them, smiling.

“You are always so persistent?”

“Yup,” Annabeth answered. She licked her cone as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Hazelnut: Where are you?! Frank and I have been waiting for you and his friend for a while now!

Annabeth: I’m with a friend...you and Frank hang out, I’ll be fine.

She put her phone in her back pocket.

“Awe, you consider me a friend?” Percy cooed.

“Well, yeah,” Annabeth said. “Unless you don’t like me or something,”

“Oh, no, I love you.” his face turned red, realizing what he’d just said to Annabeth, who he’d only met that day. “I am so–”

“Percy,”

“I didn’t-”

“ Percy! It’s fine.” Annabeth laughed. Percy’s ears were red with embarrassment, and he looked away, clearly flustered.

“Besides, I think I kinda like you.”

“Oh, really?” he smirked.

“Really,” she finished, taking a bite of her ice cream.

***

When Percy arrived back at his apartment later that day, the tips of his ears were still red from embarrassment.

“Dude, where were you today?” Frank walked into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

“With a friend,” Percy answered.

“Sure,”

“I’m serious! And I think...I think I might kinda like her.”

“Woah, Percy? Liking someone? I didn’t know that was possible!”

“Shut the hell up, Frankie.”

“Well, I’m sorry to offend you.” He walked to the kitchen and pulled a can of alphabet soup out of the cupboard.

“How much of that shit did you buy?”

“A lot, leave me alone,”

Percy rolled his eyes and got up off the couch to go to his room. The walls had been painted blue(at least, that’s what the paint can read) and the hardwood flooring was cold under his bare feet. Many pictures were hung up on the walls, mostly of him and his little brother, Tyson, who was a few years younger than him. They were only half brothers, but Percy loved him more than any other person besides his own mother.

He plopped himself down onto his beanbag and pulled out The Book Thief. He’d read it a million times and loved it more and more each time he read it.

No matter how many times he read it, however, the ending always managed to tear him up.

After a while reading, he picked up his phone and began to scroll through Facebook. There were the usual pictures of food and random cat videos, but there was a new recommendation for who he should follow.

Annabeth Chase

He smiled faintly and clicked the following.

Only a moment later, he received a message from her.

Heyyy, coffee-boy

He sighed and replied, new nickname, hm?

Yup. I’m bored. Help.

Percy began to laugh and shake his head. And I assume you want me to do something about it?

She replied quickly, let’s move our coffee on Saturday to twenty minutes from now. Hazel’s being annoying.

Is she? Do you like dominoes? He got up from his seat and walked out of his room and straight into the wall.

“Fuck!” He rubbed his now throbbing forehead and held his stubbed toe.

“You good?” Frank laughed at him.

“Go away,”

His phone dinged. Yes. Garlic knots are life.

See you in twenty, then?

Yes.

***

As Annabeth was met with the delicious smell of garlic knots and pizza baking, she smiled. The first time she’d had Dominos was about two years ago when her cousin, Magnus, had convinced her that pizza wasn’t just a way to make people fat. She’d loved it ever since.

“You are early,” Percy walked up to her.

“So aren’t you.” She grinned.

“You like garlic knots, right?”

“ YES .”

Once they had bought their garlic knots and were walking through the sidewalks of the City, they began talking.

“So we have known each other for approximately…a few hours,” Annabeth said slowly. “And you, who never opens up to people, have told me about yourself after only a few hours. What’s with that?”

“A feeling.” He answered.

“I didn’t take you as the kind of person to have a ‘feeling’ about someone.”

Percy looked at me sideways, “You know, how one can just meet a person then either hate them or love them? You are the latter.”

“So what are you saying?” She asked, confused.

“You are a likable person, Beth.”

“Oh,” they walked in awkward silence for a few minutes, before Percy spoke up again.

“Do you like alphabet soup?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My roommate and I have so much...do you want to help us eat it?”

“I feel like I should ask why you have so much alphabet soup…?”

“That’s a story for later...I live up here if you want to come in to get some.” He pointed to somewhere down the road.

Annabeth smiled, “Sure, as long as you don’t plan on kidnapping me and holding me hostage.”

“Like I would do that,” Percy rolled his eyes.

The first thing Annabeth saw when she walked into Percy’s apartment was a tall Asian dude sitting at the kitchen table talking on the phone and eating soup.

“Hang on, Hazel…” he put his phone down. “Hey, Percy...want some soup? We still have three dozen cans. Who’s that?”

“Frank, Annabeth. Annabeth, Frank. She likes alphabet soup.”

“TAKE TWELVE CANS!” He got up, nearly spilling his soup in the process.

“Er...thanks...Frank.”

“ Wait, ANNABETH? Frank, why is Annabeth at your apartment?”

Annabeth heard Hazel’s voice through Frank’s phone. He picked up the phone and explained, “she came with Percy, she’s going to take some soup.”

“ Oh, okay. Cool.” She said calmly.

Percy and Annabeth laughed slightly. It seemed everyone had gotten used to the idea of thirty-six cans of soup needing a home.

“I’ll heat some up,” Percy walked to the cupboard and got two cans of soup and two bowls.

Later that night, when Annabeth returned home with twelve cans of soup, Hazel was waiting at the door, grinning.

“How was your date?”

“It wasn’t a date, Hazelnut.”

“Did you get food?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you talk?”

“Yes, oh my god.”

“Did you flirt with each other?”

“A little, I suppose.”

Hazel smiled widely and laughed. “IT WAS A DATE!”

“Okay, maybe it kind of was. Now I need to go put this fucking soup away.”

For the next few weeks, Percy and Annabeth texted each other quite a bit, but they couldn’t meet in person, since Annabeth was busy with work.

“Dude, just go ask her out if you like her so much!” Frank threw his hands up.

“Then ask Hazel out,” Percy laughed.

“Touché,”

“We need to grow some vajinas, don’t we?” Percy chuckled.

Frank looked confused “Why’s that?”

“Because,” Percy explained, “when a guy gets kicked in the balls, we cry about it for hours. When a woman gets kicked in the vajina, they flinch as if you punched their arm and move on.”

“That’s a good point, I guess.”

“No shit...anyway, I do kind of want to ask her out. For real.”

“Then woman up and do it!”

“Alright, alright,” he dialed Annabeth’s number slowly and waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, Percy,” she answered. “What’s up?”

“So, I actually had a question for you.”

“Had?”

“Have. Sorry. Grammar.” He mentally smacked himself. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. Like actually to a nice place and not just walking around eating garlic knots, even though that was cool and all, but I was just thinking that-“

“Percy, chill out. Yes, I’d love to go out with you.” Annabeth said, not bothering to hide her excitement.

“Really?” Percy was genuinely surprised at this. They’d only known each other for a little while, but it felt like an eternity. “I promise we don’t have to eat alphabet soup.”

“Oh, that’s great. I’m kind of getting tired of alphabet soup.”

“Yeah...me too.” he laughed. “What’s a good date for you?”

“I’m not working on the weekends, but you work on Sunday, so probably Saturday?”

“Saturday it is then. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds amazing .”

***

Annabeth sat down on her bed, grinning from ear to ear. Percy had just asked her out. When they had met, she felt a spark, and it got her thinking about how…how he might be the one.

“Annabeth?” Hazel walked into her room, carrying a can of chicken noodle soup and alphabet soup. “Which s– you look happy.” Hazel grinned, saw the phone in her hand, then she plopped down on the bed. “Spill.”

Annabeth sighed. “If I must. Percy just called me and–“

“Oh my gosh! He asked you out, didn’t he? Don’t you dare lie, Annabeth!”

“He did.” She said.

Hazel squealed excitedly. “When? Where?”

“Saturday at seven. He’s surprising me with what we are doing.”

“Clever.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You are so lucky. Do you think he’s your soulmate?”

Annabeth shrugged. “I’m not sure but…I hope so.”

Hazel grinned, setting down the soup cans. “I’m so happy for you, Annie. Seriously, from what Frank has told me, Percy only ever opens up to his mom and his best friend.”

“I feel so lucky,” Annabeth rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Today is Wednesday, so you’ve got a few days to think about what you are going to wear.”

She shook her head, smiling slightly. “I’m just going to wear something semi-casual. It’s not like we are going to the Met Gala or anything.”

“Oh but honey, it is,”

***

Percy tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his Honda nervously. It was currently seven-fifteen, and he was supposed to get Annabeth at seven-thirty. He’d only just left the apartment complex.

He hadn’t told her where they were going, simply because he hadn’t figured it out yet. When Percy asked Annabeth out on Wednesday, it was more of a spur-of-the-moment situation, rather than a long thought-out decision. After much consideration, he’d picked going to the Metropolitan Museum, then to Nectar Cafe nearby. While thinking about this, he took into consideration how first dates are meant to be a ‘get-to-know-you’ experience.

By seven thirty-two, Percy had arrived at Annabeth’s quaint apartment complex. She told him once that she was on the fifth floor, but she’d forgotten to tell him which apartment it was. Or maybe he’d just zoned out one of the many times he’d gotten lost in her eyes. He couldn’t tell what color they were, but they almost swirled around, like storm clouds.

When he got inside the lobby, there were only two people inside, other than himself. There was a man behind the desk, and a woman with curly hair speaking to him. She turned around and smiled at him.

Percy walked up to Annabeth, grinning shyly.

“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you my apartment number, so I figured I’d sit down here for a while.”

“Hey, it's better than what I was planning on doing,” Percy chuckled, “I was going to go around knocking on doors until I found yours.”

“Well, I'm glad I came down here then.” She smiled at him, making his heart melt. In the few weeks he's known this woman, she'd made his heart stop every time she smiled.

He cleared his throat, realizing he'd been staring. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Annabeth took his hand, and they walked out of the door. “So...now will you tell me where we are going?”

“I would, only it would ruin the surprise.” Percy flashed a smirk at her.

“Mean,” she pouted.

Percy opened the door for her, bowing. “M’lady,”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

***

The ride to the museum was filled with laughter. The radio was blasting the strangest variety of music ranging from Olivia Rodrigo and Billie Eylish to Queen and Van Halen.

Annabeth quickly discovered where they were going, as she'd been to the Metropolitan hundreds of times herself. No matter how many times she'd been, it would be a million times better with Percy.

“Am I still on your phone as Percy the Turd?” Percy asked randomly.

“Of course, what else would you be?” She teased him.

“Percy the most amazing person ever who brings me to the Met, duh.”

“No, Percy the Turd is way better.” Annabeth grinned. “Besides, it's cute.”

“Aw, you think I'm cute?”

“We've already established this, turd.”

The Honda pulled into a packed lot of the Metropolitan, and the long walk and chilly air made Annabeth glad she'd worn a cardigan.

“We can visit any exhibit you want, Beth.” Percy looked over at her.

“Any?”

“Any.”

“Renaissance Exhibit.” She dragged Percy in the direction of the particular area of the museum. Surprisingly, there weren't many people in the area.

“Oh! They have the Vitruvian Man!” she exclaimed.

“It's such a strange piece of artwork, I never understood what it means.” Percy pondered.

“It symbolizes the connection between the Divine beings and humans,” Annabeth explained. “It's a depiction of Visuvius’s drawing from a millennium and a half prior. There was a similar version found in Ferrera, Italy.”

“Did you read that off the info plate or did you just know that?” He asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.

“I knew it because I'm smart .”

“Ah, yes.” Percy turned to a different painting–The Birth of Venus. “What about this one?”

“That's the Birth of Venus, showing the Roman goddess of Love and Beauty. Painted by Sandro Botticelli, shows the time when Venus came upon the land formed by sea spray. She is greeted by the Graces.”

“Is it just me or did Roman dudes just love painting and sculpting naked women.” He wondered. “It's kind of pervish.”

Annabeth shrugged, “People liked it, and it's one's natural form. You don't just pop out of your mom's vajina in a suit and tie, right?”

“I see your point, if these artists were trying to show the natural beauty and the divine creatures, then it makes sense that they would present their art like that.” Percy reasoned with his own thoughts.

“It will be amazing once we can see these in color. I've wondered all my life what painters use to make the perfect blend of colors. I took an art theory class in college, and our professor said that a good combination of colors can be deciphered from one another in greyscale.” She loved having a person to talk to when she was looking at these gorgeous works of art. It was nice, having someone who could relate to her and he could have a normal conversation with, as far as what she enjoyed talking about.

“Why would you take an art theory class if you can't even see color yet?” Percy asked her.

“You don't need color to be an artist, Percy. I'm an art historian, and I get plenty done without color.”

“But the kinds of colors they use and how they use them...it's a huge part of art history.”

“Yes, but take the Vitruvian Man for example. It’s a simple drawing that holds so much meaning and power.”

“I see what you mean,” he nodded. “I just like the idea of color in art.”

Annabeth agreed, “it’s just not always necessary.”

***

The museum was a success, as far as Percy thought. In only two short hours, he’d learned more about Annabeth Chase than he’s learned about his own father in twenty-six years.

“So the Nectar Cafe, hm?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it. You said you loved pickles a few days ago, and they give you a free pickle with each meal.”

“Seriously?” Annabeth asked in wonder. “That's amazing. I mean, free pickles? What could be better?”

Kissing you , thought Percy. He nodded in agreement, despite his thoughts. “Yeah, I mean once I ordered mac and cheese, and they gave me a free kosher pickle. It was so good.”

“We need to go. Now.” she pulled him away from the museum towards the car lot. As they walked towards Percy’s car, they talked about their pasts. “Tell me, Percy. We all have a story. What’s yours?”

Percy sucked in a breath. He knew this would come up at some point, he just didn’t know it would be this soon. “Well, I was born in Manhatten. Upper East Side. My dad died just before I was born. It sucked for my mom since they were soulmates. Lived in a shitty apartment with my mom and stepdad until I was twelve. Then he died, and he had a gambling fortune he’d been hoarding, so my mom got that, and we moved to a nicer apartment. She met my current stepdad when I was fifteen, and they’ve been married for about nine years now. I have a little sister, her name is Estelle. She is about eight. Cutest kid ever. You’d love each other.”

Annabeth flushed at the thought of meeting Percy’s family(other than his mom, who she already knew).

“I went to college for marine biology but switched to general animal science in my sophomore year. I work part-time at my mom’s cafe to help her out since she can’t really run it on her own. We are looking for a new person to take over my position so that I can go full-time at the vet clinic I work at.”

Annabeth smiled. “That’s amazing, Percy. I didn’t take you for an animal guy.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked, worried.

“No!” she reassured him. “Besides, vets are hot.”

It was Percy’s turn to blush now. He definitely wasn’t used to being complimented on his career path, much less being told that vets are hot. “How about you? What’s your story?”

“Well, let’s see. I was born in Virginia. I moved to New York when I was seven, then when I was fourteen I moved to California. I lived there until I finished high school, then I moved back here to Manhatten. My dad is a professor at Harvard. He met my mom in a class. He was a pretty young teacher. They fell and love, then they had me. A couple of years later they fell out and got divorced. Haven’t seen her since. My dad, though, remarried my stepmom. They had twin boys. My brothers are the best part about going back home during holidays. I majored in Art history, then I got a job as an art historian.” she shrugged. “That’s about it.”

“Lucky for you, Beth, I think art historians are very hot.” Percy smiled at her as he unlocked the car and held open the door for Annabeth to get in.

***

Once they got to the Nectar Cafe, the waiter was slightly annoying. He was a squeaky teenager, and she was pretty sure he got a boner from every slightly attractive girl he looked at. Annabeth couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was running and taking orders, dashing food around the cafe.

“Poor kid looks like he’s about to pass out,” Percy commented.

“Think you used to look like that?” Annabeth asked, grinning.

“No way. I was on the swim team. Only people on the swim team were people who had nothing else to do or were incredibly hot. I was a mix.”

“Sure.” she rolled her eyes. “I mean, I believe it, but…” “Now who’s being mean?” Percy raised his eyebrow, smiling.

“Hi, my name is Simon. Can I take your order?” the squeaky teen asked, leaning halfway over the table. Annabeth backed closer to the wall.

“Yeah…do you serve pickle appetizers?”

“We do. Will you start with that?”

“Yes please.” Percy gave the waiter a smile that very clearly said ‘get out of my face’, and the kid fled.

“Is that how you talk to customers?” Annabeth sipped at her water.

“Most of the time. Unless I like them, of course.” he winked.

“Oh, please. You hated me a few weeks ago.”

Percy scoffed. “I did not! I was just…tired.” “You were not,” Annabeth argued. “You looked me in the eye and told me to fuck off.”

“Okay, maybe I did,” he admitted.

They spoke about how much of a jerk they were to each other when they first met until their pickles came.

Percy took a bite of a pickle, grinning. “I still can’t believe you called me a turd. That was totally the highlight of the day.”

“It was pretty great.” she agreed. “Hey, what color do you think these pickles are?”

He examined the pickle spear carefully. “I’ve heard they are usually dark green on the outside, then lighter on the inside, like a cucumber. I think they should be blue, though.”

“Pickles are cucumbers, turd.”

“I-I knew that!” Percy’s eye’s widened as if he didn’t know it(which he didn’t).

“Mk, sure.”

***

The ride back was silent until Annabeth started to get a migraine. “Percy?” “Beth?”

“Do you have any ibuprofen in here? I just started to get a splitting headache.”

“It’s in the glovebox…do you need water?”

“Yes please,” Percy handed Annabeth a bottle of water from the cupholder, and she sipped at it as she swallowed the pill.

“Is it bad?” he asked, looking over at her worriedly. She nodded, curling up against the window. “I’ll pull over.” Percy pulled into a parking space on the side of the road and turned off the radio.

“You don’t have to, I swear. You’ve probably got to get back to your home, and I don’t want to hold you up.” Annabeth protested.

“Trust me, you aren’t holding me up from anything. I just don’t want you getting sick, that’s all.”

Annabeth hated being so vulnerable, but right now she couldn’t help it. Migraines were a common occurrence for her, but this one was different. It was just behind her eyes, blurring her vision and making it nearly impossible to move her head.

Percy took her hand and rubbed his thumb around her palm. He was beginning to feel a minor headache coming on himself, but it was nothing compared to what Annabeth seemed to have.

“Can I lay down?” Annabeth asked quietly.

“Yeah, of course.” he flipped up the armrest to reveal a middle seat. She leaned across and put her head in her possible boyfriend’s lap. He stroked her hair, and Annabeth found it oddly comforting. Nobody had ever shown her this kind of almost loving affection before, and she kind of loved it.

It was around eleven when Annabeth finally felt good enough to sit up again. Immediately, she noticed something was off. In the dark, though she couldn’t tell. Percy was smiling down at her softly.

“Can you turn the lights on?” Annabeth asked, sitting up.

“Sure.” he was still smiling as he clicked the lights on. Different hues and saturations blinded her vision.

“Oh my god.” she looked up at Percy and smiled so wide she could feel her cheeks split. She ran her fingers through his hair, taking in the dark, rich color of it. His eyes were the most beautiful shade ever. They were what she assumed were deep green with hints of blue and gold-flecked through them.

“You see it?” Percy asked, taking her hands in his. She nodded excitedly.

“I take back what I said about you being hot…you are fucking gorgeous.” Annabeth ran her fingers along his jawline, taking in all the colors.

“Dually noted, Beth.”

After a moment of taking each other in, Annabeth spoke. “I can’t believe we are soulmates.” she shook her head, smiling.

“It’s crazy, right?” they leaned together so their foreheads just touched. Annabeth could feel the sparks flying between their bodies. She wanted to close the gap between them. It was as simple as leaning forward, only…it wasn’t that easy . They stayed like that, foreheads touching. It wasn’t love yet, but almost. They were so close to love that it was within reach, but not yet. For now, they soaked each other in.

Finally, Annabeth asked Percy, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of speaking, he pulled her in for a soft kiss. She nearly melted into it, letting out a tiny squeak. Percy held her close, unable to get enough of her. She pushed him back so he was laying down, and she was on top of him. His hands snaked under her shirt, and she kissed him harder. His mouth opened slightly, and she bit his lip lightly. He chuckled deeply as he sat up, holding the kiss. Now she was straddling him.

“Fuck, Percy.” Annabeth gasped, pulling away.

“Are you okay?” Percy asked, worried.

“Yeah.” she nodded quickly. The headache had faded(she assumed it was from the melanin rushing into her eyes), and she was much more than a little turned on.

It seemed he was the same since there was a wild look in his eyes that she’d never seen before. It was a lustful look. A look of longing, want.

“Can we?” Annabeth asked, looking up at him. While she’d only known the man for a month or two, it felt like she’d been in love with him forever.

Percy nodded, smiling at her. At her . It was definitely a look she could get used to. They climbed into the backseat and Annabeth immediately decided that she wanted to be on the bottom. She loved the feeling of being touched and played with by him. Somehow, she knew she’d only gotten a taste so far, though.

***

Percy kissed her goodnight at the doorstep of her apartment. She promised to come see him at work on Tuesday like she always did, and he promised to be there. When Annabeth walked inside, Hazel was sitting on the couch facing her, eagerly waiting for the details of the night.

“Hey…” Annabeth smiled. She took in Hazel’s gorgeous features. Her dark curly hair, her rich skin tone. “Shit you are even hotter in color.”

Hazel nodded, then she froze. “In color ?” she squealed. Annabeth nodded, smoothing down her hair. She also made sure to pull up her collar before she walked into the apartment to hide the (many) hickeys Percy’d given her.

“Percy is your soulmate?” Hazel ran to her best friend, hugging her. Again, she nodded. Hazel pulled down Annabeth’s collar and yelped. “You have hickeys oh my gosh!” then she looked up, a smile slowly forming. “Did you do it?”

Annabeth bit her lip and took off her coat. “Yeah, we did.”

“No way. Nico and Will are going to freak out.” Hazel pulled Annabeth to the couch and forced her to sit. “Tell me all about it.”

Annabeth began her story with a smile, explaining their date at the metropolitan, the Nectar Cafe, and the ride home. “I got this awful migraine, similar to the migraines I get on my period. Only it was behind my eyes. I’m pretty sure that it was melanin going into my eyes and it just gave me a bad headache. Percy said he only got a small headache, lucky him. He held me in his lap and pulled over and ran his hands through my hair and holy shit Hazel I loved it so much. Then my migraine went away and I noticed that everything looked so…different. He turned on the lights then…we couldn’t stay off each other.” she finished with a wink.

“Oh my gosh, Annabeth.” Hazel ran her hand through her hair. “If that’s not the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard then I don’t know what is.”

“It was so good.” she flopped over, looking up at the ceiling.

“I bet. The man is smoking hot. Frank’s more my speed, though.”

“Everything is so much better in color. It takes some getting used to, but I think by next week I can have all my colors memorized.

“You should get Will to help you. He’s an optometrist.”

“I was planning on it, Hazelnut.” Annabeth rolled her eyes, yawning. “I’m going to go to bed now. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“For certain reasons, I imagine.”

***

That next Tuesday, when Annabeth walked into the cafe, she met Percy’s gaze immediately. They shared a quick smile. Annabeth turned to Nico and Will, telling them she’d be right back. Nico glanced over at Percy, smirking. Annabeth walked over to the counter, waiting for the last of the customers to finish up.

“Hey, Beth.” Percy smiled at her softly. This was a soft, loving look, much different from how he’d looked at her last. “What can I get for you today?”

“A black coffee, a french vanilla iced coffee, and that thing you made me that one time.”

Percy laughed, shaking his head. “Got it. I take it you’re with them?” he nodded to Nico and Will, who were smirking at the both of them.

“You got it.” she sighed. “They are teaching me colors.”

“Yikes, good luck. Mom taught me, and there are so many. It’s scary.”

“There are six basic colors, coffee-boy.”

“That’s way too many. I’ll stick with everything blue, thank you very much.”

“Blue is pretty cute, I suppose.” she bit her lip, “but red is sweet too.”

“Noo,” Percy whined. “Red is a bad bad color. It’s the color of blood, and also valentine’s day hearts.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she raised her eyebrow.

“Yes! They are way too cheezy and lovey-dovey. It’s unnerving.”

“Never in all the…two months I’ve known you did I think I’d hear you say lovey-dovey.”

His face flushed pink, and he bit his lip. “That’s the first time I’ve said it, I assure you.”

“Alright,” Annabeth grinned. “I wasn’t that keen on the color. Red isn’t bad, it just seems a bit angry. Blues and greens are much more…calming.” Percy continued working on making the drinks. Nico’s was done first, then Will’s. “Can you come sit with us when you’re done your shift?”

He glanced up at the clock as he set her drink on the counter. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be over in about fifteen minutes?”

“Great.” Annabeth pulled out her card and swiped it through the machine. “You will love them. They are much nicer than Hazel, I promise. Well, Will is.” she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek before grabbing the drinks and walking over to the table.

“You two are cute,” Will said, grinning as he sipped his iced coffee.

“Are we?” Annabeth raised her eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m not surprised it only took you two months to get color.” Nico shrugged.

“Did you guys get headaches when you got it?” she asked.

“Nico did, I didn’t,” Will said. “Because I take care of my eyes.”

“I take care of my eyes and I got a migraine.” Annabeth glared at her friend. He was supposed to know a lot about eyes.

“I’m kidding, Annabeth. It happens to some people more than others. Really it depends on how fast you gain the ability.”

“I supposed that makes sense,” she nodded slowly, taking in the information. “Everything makes so much more sense now, though. We don’t need color to live, obviously, but holy crap it made things easier.”

“I can see that.” Nico frowned. “But I don’t give a fuck about colors. I just love being with Will.” he cuddled into his boyfriend’s side. It made her heart melt.

“You two are the definition of love.” Hazel snuck up behind them.

“Hazelnut!” Annabeth exclaimed, excited to see her best friend. “You are late.”

“I had to work a bit of a long shift today. Also, I brought Frank. He’s talking with Percy right now.” Hazel climbed over Annabeth so she could sit next to the window.

“We’re gonna need a bigger table,” Nico grumbled, complaining about getting up.

“How do you split up three couples?” asked Will.

“Put one on the end, I suppose.” Annabeth shrugged.

“We have couches over there, you know.” Percy wrapped his arms around Annabeth’s waist, leaning his head on her shoulder.

“Since when?” Frank asked.

“Since we opened, dumbass.”

“He’s right,” Nico groaned as he got up. “I used to come in here and take naps after school.”

“Mom used to tuck you in with blankets. It was so cute.” Percy smiled.

“You two know each other?” Hazel asked as they all moved towards Nico’s napping couches.

“Yeah. After Bianca left I stayed here most days after school. Percy invited me to his birthday party after that, and we became…friends.”

“It’s such a small world, isn’t it?” Annabeth lay in Percy’s lap, just as she had a few nights ago. Only, now, she was migraine free and full of more love than she’d ever been in her life. Laying here in her soulmate’s lap, she felt incredible. Her friends were all around her, her life partner over her. Really, there wasn’t any more she could ask for.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fanfic #percy and annabeth #soulmates #mortal au #grumpy percy #totally didnt write this over two years ago

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aetherianessence · 1 month

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GloPoWriMo 8.2: Don-Wah-Wah-Wahhhn

We boarded on a Greyhound headed south

He unto me his love undying pledged

And took me out to see the bay’s great mouth

The estuary at the world’s edge

Ever faithful and ever devout

He lay there on a hill upon the sedge

Though honestly that’s not quite how it went

The driver kindly told us to get bent.

So by the bay we next a steed did buy

A Corvette stallion for the lady love

“My goodness what a dashing prince”, said I

“You see what others set then rise above

Why I do believe I might now start to cry”

So dashing was his the valiant way he strove

He then let out a ceremonious belch

And made some armpit noises with a squelch.

So what, he wasn’t the Don Juan I craved

But still we ventured down Route 50 more

Because I almost drowned and then he saved

Me, thus, the man I do adore

What noble way he fought the beast and braved

The tides, the monsters lurking far from shore.

Though then the Coast Guard had to fish him out

He got it socked to him by rainbow trout.

With island hopping gusto he did rise

To seize with me the treasures of that bay

In brilliance below the crystal skies

With him upon my side I dared to stray

Such manifold delights as now defies

My explanation, he had such a way!

Though these detours were heavily dictated

By wine, and that man’s thirst was never sated.

At Easton-town sweet landfall did we make

The fair shore to my sea-tossed eye a boon

The lunch there was of such a brilliant make

Oh reader, you cannot picture that swoon!

I then knew that that this man was no rake

‘Twas then I knew I had to wed, and soon!

(Well, maybe I’m being just a little cliche

After all, it was just really good Chipotle)

I spoke to him of iron-hot desire

Now short of breath he said but one word: “Whoa”

With flames of love I saw him then perspire

What beauty would his words unto me bestow?

Such eloquence as such would then aspire

All gods in Heav’n and Hades far below.

He opened up his mouth and said “Uh, what, Rox?”

& hit a road sign as he scratched his buttocks.

As we waited for the carriage to repair

He lovingly and gently let me down

He said, “Well love, you should be aware

I’ve got another babe in Ocean Town”

I play the field, hey, what’s wrong, you can share!

Her name’s Melina, wow, she gets around

Just then a limo pulled up and demanded

He go- and then? That asshole let me stranded!

Such ruin! What a fiend! A pox on he

Who whispered nought but satin-covered lies

What undue malice! What base treachery!

To treat me as his love and then despise

Me for another and then leave me be

In some field in Queen Anne’s among the flies.

Though, asshat, think I’m gonna soon be seein’ ya

Cuz, sucks for you, I’m besties with Melina.

So go on coward, toss what salt you wish!

You better knock on wood, you sniv’ling wretch

On Ocean City Boardwalk there’s a bitch

Who has your number, you can writhe and retch

But never get past her revengeful dish

We’ll take it long and slow, you cad, no presh

And when hook's caught, we’ll use your ears as bookends

You really thought you’d cheat with my old girlfriend?

#napowrimo #original poem #poem #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #glopowrimo #original poetry #poems and poetry

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spacecadetspe · 7 months

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Oct. 11, 2023

I've been unable to post much at all this week, though a good deal has happened. I'll try to make updates where I can, but again, LiveJournal has some accessibility issues where I am just now. I'll likely post catch-up articles later today or tomorrow.

Recently my conversations with Fortitude have attracted a bit of an audience. It's usually Phantasos, who loves a bit of fun, but over the past couple of days it's been his uncle, Thanatos. He scares my dog, but he's a genuinely kind person with a gentle heart. I adore him and his wife, and have the occasional honor of wielding his scythe "Destiny."

Such was my duty this past Sunday. Honestly, I don't have much of a problem with reaping souls. I know where they go and how they are treated, and the options given to them during their stay. I wonder, then, if Thanatos gave me his scythe and his list in order to pose a test for me.

The first was an aging former mercenary who was spending his final days in hospice under palliative care.

"You must have come for me," he said. He showed no fear of death; after all, why should he?

"How did you know?"

"I have no family, no remaining friends. There are no names on my guest list. And yet you are the one who comes for each of us." He gave a rasping laugh under his breath. "I figured you'd be skeletal and wear some black hooded robes."

He knew I was an otherworldly entity, but when he called me Death I had to correct him. "Ah, but I am not Death. I am Hope, and Death is one of my most cherished friends. But yes, Thanatos likes the dramatic effect. He's quite handsome, though, without it. You should see him in board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt."

He chuckled. "Death on vacation; what will they think of next?"

I pulled him from his body and together we watched his old form flatline.

"So what happens now?" he asked.

"You pay the ferryman and you cross over."

"I have nothing to pay him with." So I handed him an emerald with which to pay Charon. He examined it a moment, and then asked, "What good is treasure to this ferryman?"

"He's one of the richest beings in the Underworld. His castle rivals that of Hades, himself."

The mercenary stepped into the boat, and they were gone.

The second was a pair of infants with SIDS. I gently scooped them from their cradles and left their mothers with some solid advice and blessed each of the babes before I handed them off to Makaria in Elysium.

"Hope!" she exclaimed. "This is quite the change of heart." She took the babies into her arms.

"It was never about death," I replied. Then, after some thought, I added "and... I think you knew that too."

The third mark was a junkie, a lost former goddess of unknown origin. She no longer knew who she was, but she knew it was over. I gave her insight; she had her own baetylus in her pocket to give to Charon. I bade her follow me, and left her with the ferryman.

The last was a journalist from somewhere in the center of Africa. He was being executed for ruining the reputation of a prominent (corrupt) politician. His executioner asked him if ruining the life of another man was worth dying for.

I supplied him with his final answer. "It was worth it to liberate the men in his chains."

The man looked at me and knew.

I smiled. "It gets ugly after this. Do you want to skip this part?"

He twitched once, and I guided him from his body before the executioner began cutting out his tongue. He watched, horrified, from a short distance away, as his life came to an end; too shocked to feel any pain at all.

"They'll be saying your name in every house for months," I said.

The journalist glanced at me, and then looked down. "He was a bad man. Horrible."

"I believe you. And one day, I'll come for him too."

He gave Charon a coin, and off they went.

I thought that might be the end of it, but oh, I was wrong. Phantasos came to me the next day to run errands (or that's what he called it, at least). He had a package to pick up at the Nailsmith's; a pair of gauntlets inlaid with mati eyes that would blink when they focused on something. He was planning on using them to close the rifts in reality that Njorun had been opening in her distress.

Don't think for a moment that I didn't see her name on Thanatos' list. He's been after her for a long time. And he takes the long walk with everyone eventually.

Njorun was quarantined in her suite at the infirmary. They let me know right away that she wasn't stable, as if that weren't completely obvious. But I sat down with her, and the scythe appeared, unsummoned.

"What do you want from this?" I asked. "Is this how you want it to be from now on?"

She glanced over at the scythe.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment longer, and then she softly asked "What do I tell my kids, Hope?"

"The truth. And not the sugar-coated kind either."

"How do I make them understand, when I don't?"

"Do you want me to help?"

She sniffed and forced a laugh. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that? By killing me?"

"Is living like this better than dying?"

She had no retort, for once.

I leaned back and crossed my legs. "But you know... I'm the Wisdom of the Ages. That means you have options... and answers, if you want them."

She paused. "Hope..."

I harrumphed. "Finally, someone calls my name."

Njorun's voice rose with desperation. "How does this not affect you? How has it not made you cold? Do you even feel it anymore?"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Of course I do. If you'd seen me in Zoe's office after the incident, you'd have known that. I was a wreck. I wondered what the point of me being here was if nobody bothered to call me when they needed me."

She considered this, and then her eyes welled with tears. "I needed you," she sobbed. "I needed you, and I never called..."

I nodded. "A familiar plight." I went on with what she needed to know: that the infirmary's policy had been changed so that no more children would be handed over to Thanatos during the trials.

She thanked me, and then asked "So what now?"

"Well," I said, rocking my head to one side, "not all of you has to die."

She looked at me like I had an extra head. "What do you-... You mean like an aspect or some shit?"

"Yeah. Still counts."

"So what do I do?"

I explained that removing an aspect was all about isolating parts of yourself that you don't want anymore and letting them go.

"Can I still fuck shit up?" she asked.

I laughed. "Trust me, babe. You'll have to."

She smiled, and then thought a while longer. "Then... I don't think I like this 'me' anymore," she said, almost hopefully.

"Good. Then let her go."

"How?"

I scoffed. "What is this 'how' nonsense? You know my magic better than that."

"Your magic..." She thought for a moment longer, and then nodded and looked up at me. "Hope... I trust you."

"That's my favorite bitch." I reached into her chest and pulled out the rogue aspect. I held her by the hair, forced her to the floor, and picked up the scythe. I said the ancient chant so familiar to Thanatos... and the rifts in reality stopped forming. Her life force piled into my hand like a handful of suds. And suddenly, it was over, and the rest of Njorun's soul slept.

Phantasos summoned Charon with a horn that is sacred to Hades (wouldn't tell us how he got it, except that it was fairly bartered). I swear, the things people will do for some good sleep.

One of these days, I'll get Hades to drink from the flask that Bacchus got him. The old stick-in-the-mud could use it.

#mythology and folklore #dreams #tw death #magic

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evildisneydorks · 2 years

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ok so.. if you can, could you do headcanons for a reader insert situation where reader is essentially a normal person that just.. happens to end up bunking with the rest of the villains in the mansion by some odd chance (and thus wacky and frightening hijinks ensue you know the drill) like maybe they were looking for an apartment and end up there somehow and the others are just like ‘eh sure why not they can stay’ like a Jess from New Girl sort of thing? Sorry if that’s too specific I just thought it’d be kinda fun ^^;

I apologize if this one took soo long, I kept getting things to add to the post and I couldn't stop.

CW: Long post ahead.

How did you get there:

-You are currently looking for a new place to stay after your landlord practically kicked you out shortly after announcing that he was selling the building. You had no other option other than going to a friend's house for a couple of days. It was nice but you still hoped to find a new place soon.

-Whether you are working or studying, you are getting desperate for any place that’s cheap enough just so you can have a roof over your head as soon as possible. There were many places with free apartments in Disney Ville, but most of them would have cost an arm and a leg to rent for even a month in your current situation.

-Until one day you encountered an announcement in the newspaper which promised an extremely large house with a surprisingly low rent since it was split between more people. You were accustomed to living with roommates so you figured it wouldn’t be much of an inconvenience… The only problem? The mansion was filled to the brim with villains. Hell, it was advertised by the Lord of the Dead himself!

You had heard the legends, you had heard the atrocities and the tales involving them; you feared them deeply… but you also had no other option at this point.

-Gulping, you called the number listed below a picture of a large, dark mansion. A fast-talking, sleazy salesman voice answered the phone giving you some directions and things to keep in mind when approaching the area known as Gloom Forest. Let the animals cross in peace, step on the gas and don’t look back if you happen to hear chanting coming from the woods, don’t stick your head out of the window... You found it odd but you didn’t question these orders either.

-A day later and after a long ride to the outskirts of the town and through the woods, you got to the place. It was… odd, to say the least. The dark-coloured gothic mansion stood tall and menacingly in front of you, but it gave off the impression to be held together by only prayers and duct tape. It was old, ancient even, and as you approached it with a cautious pace, you noticed how deteriorated it was. The planks of the porch seemed weak, the fence was missing a few pieces and the black paint was doing a poor job covering how worn out the walls were...

-Fearing the steps might collapse under your weight, you skipped them as much as possible and rang the eerie sounding bell next to the massive door. A loud “COMIN’” came from the inside after the bell stopped.

-A tall, freaky looking man opened the door, towering over your little self. Upon noticing you, he changed his slightly annoyed expression for a toothy, business grin. Although it intended to appear friendlier, you couldn’t help but quiver slightly when you notice the yellow-fang-like teeth poking out of his lips.

“Hey! (Y/N), right babe? See ya didn’t get your head snatched by the Horseman on your way here, heh! Oy, don’t get all shaken, dollface, I’m just messing with ya”

The god pulled you closer to himself and kept on his speech “Look kid, I only got a minute ‘till my next shift starts so let me give ya a quick tour around the place, alright?”

-Before you could respond, Hades was already pulling you inside the wolf’s mouth. Unlike the exterior, the insides of the house seemed quite comfortable and even luxurious. Dark wallpaper and floors, gothic-style furniture, some rather grim decorations such as skulls being used as pot plant (You were too afraid to ask where it came from), dark-wood bookcases, chairs and tables; a black marble kitchen...

-You also had the chance to greet some of the villains around the house. Hook greeted you with a little bow while he was cooking what seemed like a large stew, Facilier tried to give you a reading before Hades pulled you out of the backyard where you caught a glimpse of Gaston and Clayton’s target practice. In the small library next to the living room Maleficent’s eyes seem to dig into your soul while Ursula tries to start a small chat with you (and possibly another potential deal from which Hades was quick enough to pull you from. If someone’s having your soul is gonna be him). Meanwhile Pain and Panic rushed behind you carrying your luggage.

-The god poofed out of existence shortly after leaving you in the room. It was maybe twice as big as any dorm you have had in your life, looking more like a palace chamber than something you could get for a cheap rent. It was then that you remembered that the little devils still had your luggage. When you opened the door however, you saw Kronk standing there carrying your things.

Apparently Pain and Panic had gotten into a bit of a fight with Facilier’s shadow (Fantome, as Kronk addressed it) on their way upstairs so Kronk had decided to bring your bags to you before the fighting escalated.

“Oh! I hope they are fine”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about it! The little devils are two tough cookies” Kronk chuckled. “I just gotta make sure they don’t break anything, but if you need a hand just call me, okay?” he said with a sweet smile before leaving your room, closing the door behind him.

Although you still felt a bit uneasy because of the type of people surrounding you, maybe things weren’t soo bad...

Everyday life:

-It took a while for you to lose fear, but eventually you understood that most villains prefer to be left alone and they would not cause you any harm as long as you didn’t mess with them. Still, some of the more extroverted villains such as Facilier, Cruella, Medusa, Hades, King Candy and Ursula; will try to strike conversation from time to time.

-Aaaaaaand strike shady deals with you. It seems like they are all competing for your soul sometimes, but you manage to survive their sweet talking.

-Whether you’re studying or working, you rarely see all the villains and henchmen together at the same time when you’re home, but the house always seems full somehow. There are always at least two people fighting in the kitchen and one person doing god knows what in the basement.

-And you’re not allowed to go to the basement either. You tried asking Ursula, who seems to be one of the most open villains, about the basement but you couldn’t get anything more than dismissing comments. Eventually you give up, even if you still die of curiosity sometimes you don’t know if it will be worth the risk of getting a curse.

-On your free days, you have gotten invited to go hunting with Gaston and Clayton. If you’re cool with weapons, then they’ll probably make you join their hunting competitions; if you’re not okay with killing animals then you’ll probably just hang around in the back of the pickup or carrying stuff.

-Cruella insists on giving you advice and has tried to get rid of your clothes at least once in favour of more “fashionable” outfits. She means well, in her own way...

“Hey! Hey! That was a gift from my mom!”

“Oh darling, I hate being the one telling you this thing you call a shirt but I’m pretty sure this could be considered hate crime”

-You were afraid of the big cats when you first came in and seldom interacted with them, until you casually put your hand on Scar’s head and started petting it while you were both on the sofa. He would never admit that he likes it but he won’t shake off your hand either because it feels nice.

-Thank goodness you have two hands because Zira soon joined the petting sessions. Shere Khan on the other hand, still doesn’t trust you because you’re human but he tolerates your presence.

-Either you die in the crossfire or as the objective of one of the henchmen’s shenanigans or you live enough to join them and then get chased down by one of the villains.

-You’re never taking anything from Yzma again. Kronk was not joking when he warned you that she really needs to label her potions…

-Heads up, Frollo is worse than a Jehovah witness unless you put him in his place. It is a similar deal with Gaston. He’s insistent but if you put your feet on the ground then he might step back.

-Don’t worry, ALL the villainesses have your back when it comes to either of those men.

-Although a lot of the villains weren’t happy with having you living in the mansion, but you paid rent so they learned to tolerate you. Maleficent, Shere Khan, Yzma, Jafar and Clayton didn’t want anything to do with you at first. If they find you worthy, they might take the time to talk to you sometimes.

-One time you discovered Ratigan coming out of a hole in the wall. But after a very intense session of eye contact you decided that the wisest thing to do was to just keep your mouth shut.

#asks #villanous imagines #disney villains

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carlislecullen-taxevader · 3 years

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just finished reading midnight sun for the second time and here are my thoughts no one asked for:

(warning: spoilers obviously but this is also stupid long bc I don’t know how to shut up)

am I an edward cullen stan?

yes

do I want to be?

he is insufferable

tanya funding edward submerged in a snow bank just sulking

apparently vampires can move so fast they don’t leave any footprints in the snow???

physics smeyer??

but does this mean they could walk on water?

also eddie, buddy, you aren’t hades

you are just depressed and repressed and horny

and bella is not persephone, she hates greenery and her favorite color is brown

speaking of bella being persephone: she was simply eating mushroom ravioli

not condemning herself to the underworld

literally take a deep breath and calm down

also it’s not super cool of you, edward, to throw rosalie’s revenge on her attackers back at her

I truly wish she would have burned edward’s car just for the remark he made

also are we just going to gloss over the blatant favoritism that carlisle and esme show towards edward???

like come on

i know you’ve known him the longest but he’s been sulking around for literal decades and thats who you pick to be your fave??? when literally anyone else exists??

@alice and jasper: y’all need a dog??? i can bark

i’ll never forgive smeyer for making jasper a confederate soldier. never.

emmett my man, he’s just happy to be here

emmett might be our resident himbo but carlisle doesn’t have a thought behind his eyes and I stand by that

no I won’t elaborate

edward debating the entire book if bella is mentally stable

carlisle calling up billy and being like “lol we’re back hehe”

so um does bella not have a screen on her window??

I don’t think she does but if that’s the case then why the fuck doesn’t edward worry about her falling out the window?

he literally is worried about a meteorite crashing through her room during the night but not about her screen-less window

also not him justifying being a stalker with “well my family commits tax fraud on the daily so it’s fine”

and him bringing wd40 to oil the window

“it was enlightening and alluring to watch her in her element” babes she’s making a bowl of cheerios

I can’t stand him

the way eddie is convinced bella thinks he’s repulsive and disgusting

sir

I would live and die for charlie swan

and that’s all I will say on that

carlisle sending edward out for a night on the town so he can set up a christmas tree for him!!!!

emmett and jasper’s huge and elaborate game of chess

alice helping jasper cheat

jasper and emmett not letting edward play so he sulks around like a child

show me more of that smeyer

oh oh oh edward and alice’s relationship

honestly, it’s precious

that’s what I want to see

edward categorizing all the insects in the meadow and the surrounding area to calm his horny ass is peak comedy

very mormon of you smeyer

I knew edward was a car boy

reluctant but aware

however, I still hate it

edward being obsessed with cars: kinda cute bc he really is obsessed but also mainly nauseating

rosalie being obsessed with cars: simply sexy

the way smeyer just elaborates on things after the fact

like just completely neglected jaspers power the entire saga and so in ms she’s like “oops maybe I should talk about that”

and i’m glad she did bc!!! it’s so cool

i’ve always loved what jasper could do but it’s actually super complex and cool and I love him

him using his power to protect bella during the baseball scene from james

emmett and jasper being edward’s side mirrors is peak entertainment

edward making carlisle text babysitting instructions to alice

but also edward mansplaining how much water bella needs to carlisle as if he’s not an actual doctor

also real quick

the amount of malpractice in this damn book

‼️carlisle‼️drugged‼️and‼️left‼️a‼️soccer‼️mom‼️on‼️the‼️side‼️of‼️a‼️phoenix‼️freeway‼️

just left her stranded in the heat

I hate it here

emmett throwing the gaudy stolen car into oncoming traffic was my favorite part

however

aren’t you guys suppose to even vaguely pass as human???

besties

hate to break it to you

but that doesn’t cut it

it would hit me at random times that edward is literally 17 years old

someone tell me why they let the 17 year old orchestrate the car chase????

also edward wasting time trying to pick out which car he likes the best for said car chase and alice is like bitch ur gf is dying we gotta go

anyway someone tell me why edward sucking the venom out of the bite on bella’s hand is synonymous with the mental image of someone putting their head and open mouth under a soda fountain??

edward saying “but i’m a vampire!!” never fails to make me laugh

like babes we know

also you mean to tell me that jasper was in the dance studio with all of bella’s blood and a car with bella bleeding and her blood all over her and edward and carlisle and he never once thought of reacting (if he would have, edward definitely would have said something) but it was a little paper cut in new moon that did it for him????

I don’t buy it

alice wearing an oversized sweatshirt and smeyer calling it avant-garde

an oversized sweatshirt AND jaspers huge watch

that’s not avant-garde bestie

alice having so much fun orchestrating and staging the supposed accident at the hotel

I love her

renee is insufferable

get her out of here

i will say that the way edward describes peoples minds is really cool

like how charlie’s is quiet and low and jacob’s is bright and warm and content

that’s sweet I like that

there’s so much more I could say but this has gone on for too long

will say that it is shitty of eddie to have seen the vision of bella catatonic in new moon and still made the decision to leave her eventually

my final thoughts: edward, do better

#twilight #twilight renaissance #midnight sun #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #twilight carlisle #twilight aesthetic #twilight headcanon #twilight thoughts #tw long post

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incorrectgreekgods · 3 years

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My Friend’s Opinions On Various Greek Gods From Greek Mythology

Let me preface this by saying- I’m the one into mythology. My friends are going off of a two month unit three years ago and whatever mythology they’ve read/absorbed from modern media. None of this is taken to be offensive, and it is all based off of Ancient Greek Mythology and not hellenic polytheism.

Now! Here are five of my friend’s impressions:

Isadora

Zeus - whore Poseidon - water Hades - meanie Persephone - gets caught by meanie Demeter - no fuckign idea Hera - i think she's a mommy? Hestia - also no fucking idea Athena - big brains Hermes - hehe that's my bestie Apollo - golden hourrrr Artemis - baddie asf Hephaestus - big muscle blacksmith Aphrodite - pretty Ares - meanier meanie Dionysus - naked drunkard

Santana

Zeus - needs to keep it in his pants Poseidon - water guy Hades - vibes=immaculate minus him being like a killer Persephone - she’s chill funny Demeter - idk this man Hera - a little jelly of her mans but she’s chill Hestia - idk this girl Athena - thriving Hermes - speedy man with funny shoes Apollo - bow and arrow guy i think Artemis - baddie Hephaestus - who is this man Aphrodite - pretty one i think Ares - needs anger management Dionysus - drunk uncle

Sasha (who popped off???)

Zeus ⁃god sky, lightning, etc. ⁃sleeps with literally anything that breathes ⁃Terrible husband to Hera but they somehow make it work ⁃Last son to be barfed up by Kronos ⁃Leader of the gods (but like super bad at his job because the gods are always fighting?)

Poseidon ⁃Water ⁃Likes his angry, drunk cyclops children ⁃Sleeps with a lot of things too but is overshadowed by Zeus

Hades ⁃Death ⁃Hella depressed ⁃Honestly a pretty chill dude until her abducts women ⁃Husband to persephone ⁃The third wheel of him, Zeus, and Poseidon

Persephone ⁃Purple, flowers ⁃Demeter’s daughter ⁃Hot as fuck ⁃Pretty chill after being kidnapped ⁃Married Hades - lil bit of a shady situation but whatever they seem happy

Demeter ⁃Agriculture, growing ⁃Carries a scythe around and honestly that’s so badass ⁃“What sort of women doesn’t have an axe?” vibes ⁃idk what else I mean got super mad when her daughter was abducted but Id be concerned if she wasn’t

Hera ⁃Marriage, family ⁃Kinda ironic seeing as her husband is cheating on her 24/7 ⁃But also their marriage has stayed together so maybe she does have the secret to making a successful partnership ⁃Anyways she is jealous of zeus ⁃OH also she turns the lovers of his she catches into animals which sucks for the lovers but DAMN I love her

Hestia ⁃hearth, home ⁃SO sweet ⁃Nobody on Olympus deserves her ⁃Poseidon tried to marry her which in my opinion was a terrible idea

Athena ⁃Wisdom, strategy, cunning, war ⁃Thriving hard ⁃Big brain moment ⁃Um owl? ⁃Makes fun of other gods while they make fun of her but she always wins

Hermes ⁃Traveling, messages (LMAO originally I wrote massages and now I can totally see it) ⁃Sneaky little shit ⁃Has little shoes with wings and two snakes ⁃Makes stupid mistakes but manages to get out of punishment ⁃Gay ⁃Gay for Apollo

Apollo ⁃Sun, music, arts ⁃Muses (I think he’s slept with all of them right?) ⁃Would 100% be the most followed person on Insta just for his golden hour shots ⁃Pan ⁃Gay for Hermes

Artemis ⁃Hunting, forrest, femininity ⁃Fucking awesome ⁃Sleeps with all her huntresses but it just hits different than Zeus ⁃Bow and arrow and other cool stuff to kill people

Hephaestus ⁃Forge, metal work, armory, blacksmith ⁃Chucked from mount Olympus when he was a baby ⁃Serious daddy and mommy issues ⁃Loves Aphrodite but she is just not on the same level

Aphrodite ⁃Love, beauty ⁃Doesn’t seem to give two shits about anyone but she’s honestly thriving ⁃She and ares are in a thing but she’s definitely owning that relationship

Ares ⁃War ⁃Stupid? idk he seems to loose every war he starts ⁃Loves of Aphrodite but he knows he’s about to lose her

Dionysus ⁃Drunk all the time ⁃Um I literally have no idea what he does other than party and get drunk ⁃Respect for his lack of goals in life

Emily

Zeus - wanna lightning bolt your small dick off Poseidon - cool water guy who made Odysseus’ life bad lol TEAM POSEIDON Hades - underworld dude with a weird ass dog. kidnapped then married Persephone. Reminds me of creepy old men on the internet your parents warn you about. Persephone - fucking hot and should be more appreciative that hades wants her that badly (jealousy) Demeter - seriously please hack my face off w your scythe my agricultural top Hera - milf. that’s all. AND WAY TOO GOOD FOR SMALL DICK MAN Hestia - hearth? Huh? Athena - baddest bitch around. intelligent, owl, blood kink, probably. Hermes - mailman with shoe game. GAY Apollo - music, the sun, def part of the lgbtq+ community. Artemis - BADDEST BITCH AROUND. Huntress, cool weapons, and i would pay so much money to have her rail me dominatrix style ( bring the bow please) Hephaestus - blacksmith right? simps for Aphrodite (as he should). mommy AND daddy issues. Aphrodite - beauty, love, hot asf Ares - war, and has serious anger issues. I’ll give you my therapists card babe Dionysus - drunk all the time, reminds me of moms who have the wine glasses that say “it’s moms turn to wine”.

Norie

Zeus - shitty husband, couldn’t keep it in his pants Poseidon - water guy, hate this mf cause of Medusa, def least fav god Hades - underworld ruler, people who like him think their quirky (Ik cause it used to be me) Persephone - so hot, pls rail me, sry she got stockholm syndrome but like I would be flattered if anyone cared enough to kidnap me Demeter - top, grain mf, could fuck me with her scythe Hera - could top me, needed a good divorce lawyer Hestia - goddess of hearth? Don’t rly know much abt her but like I think she’s the oldest of her siblings Athena - smart one, owl bitch, also a whore for war Hermes - idk remember much, mischief, wings? Apollo - bisexual disaster, music bitch Artemis - hunter, could shoot me with her bow and I would say thank you Hephaestus - no thoughts at all, wait is this the guy who was with Pandora? Idk but like I think he was a blacksmith Aphrodite - hot Ares - war, a little over the top Dionysus - drunk, alcohol addiction rivals isadora’s

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#48 w/ Mammon

Pairing: Mammon x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, vague smut Warnings: smut but it doesn’t go into detail Summary: after being with Mammon for so long and watching him go back to his old ways, you decide that you don’t want to be with him anymore Prompt #48: “I love you more than I love {item/thing}, and that’s saying a lot.”

You watch Mammon go with a frown, seeing him count the cash in his hands that's he's going to put in his account. So, he can use Goldie. You sigh once he's gone, burrowing under his blankets.

You just don't understand. When you both started dating, he was all about you. Lucifer’s-trying-to-kill-him who? Grimm who? Gambling who? His mind was filled with you and you alone.

So, what changed?

Now, all he thinks about is money, which you thought you'd never have to witness again. Sure, as the avatar of greed, he can't help it. But since dating you, that addiction to money has lessened significantly.

But here you are, lying in bed alone as Mammon leaves to go make more money. He does this every day all day, not spending a lick of time with you except for when he comes home to go to sleep, where you're waiting for him in his bed.

But then, instead of greeting you with a sweet kiss that warms you up inside, he'll just start talking about how much money he made that day. You aren't really sure how he's going about making money and you don't really want to know, nor do you really care.

After a couple of weeks of this though, you can't do it anymore. You've kissed the man maybe ten times within the last week. You need your kisses.

That night, you sleep in your own bed, finding it incredibly uncomfortable since you’ve grown so used to his luscious sheets and soft mattress.

You miss wrapping all four of your limbs around him, snuggling your face in his chest or neck. You miss his face being pressed to your head, kissing it and whispering sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep.

Before you can stop yourself, you're crying. You just want your boyfriend back. Your dork of a boyfriend who gets jealous so easily and needs one hundred kisses to be reassured that you only love him. Your boyfriend that would hold your hand under the table during meals. Your boyfriend who’ll constantly tell you just how much he loves you.

When he comes home, he's excited to see you and tell you how much money he's made. He walks into his room with a grin, looking to the bed to see your beautiful face. He pauses halfway through the door when you and your beautiful face aren't there, his brows furrowing as he begins to worry.

He walks to the closest bathroom, hoping you were just in there taking a shower or getting ready for bed. He starts to panic when you aren't in there either, his heart starting to race. His legs move before he can even process what's happening, his two limbs bringing him to your room.

He pants from how fast he ran to get here, staring at your door with fear for a long moment. What happens if you're not in there? What if you're in one of his brothers' rooms? What if you’re out in the dark Devildom and you’re in danger?

Before he can ponder anymore, he gently knocks on the door, holding his breath as he hopes that you're inside. "Go away," he hears, the reply shaky and harsh. He frowns as he turns the handle, glad it's unlocked.

"Baby? Why are ya ‘n here?" he says softly as he peeks his head in, frowning more when he sees you curled up on your bed with your back to him.

"Baby," he tries again, voice even softer.

He then hears a sniffle and all his worries amplify by three hundred. "Baby, are ya crying? What's wrong, baby?" When you don't immediately reply, he tries to fill in the blanks. "Are ya hurt? Did my brothers say somethin’ to ya? Do I needa go fight someone? Cause I will. I might lose but I'll-"

"Shut up," you snap, your voice thick with emotion. His eyes widen as his mouth snaps closed. He stays quiet, waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. When you don't, his worries grow even more.

"Darlin’," he whispers, fingers lightly brushing your back to try and soothe you.

"Don't touch me!" you shout, suddenly sitting up straight. He removes his hand from you quickly, faster than he would've if he was burned. He stares at you, hurt flashing through his eyes.

"I..." he trails off, trying to find the right words to say. "I don't understand. Let me help ya. Just talk to me, love. What's wrong?" he says quietly, wondering if that'll set you off again.

Your eyes flash to his and his heart absolutely breaks at the sight. Your eyes are red and swollen, making him wonder just how long you've been crying. Why didn't you call him? You should know that he'd drop everything to be by your side. So, why didn't you contact him?

"I want to break up," you croak out before clearing your throat, wiping at your wet face. "I want to break up," you try again. His eyes are the size of saucers, his jaw dropping to your bed.

He then starts to laugh it off, shaking his head. "Funny. No, seriously, babe. What's wrong?"

"Stop calling me that! I just told you! I want to break up! You're what’s wrong!" you shout, your face puffy from crying.

You see his heart shatter from the expression on his face, almost making you want to take it back. But you can't. You have to end this. You won't be happy if you continue to live like this.

Almost instantly, his eyes start to water. He doesn’t understand. He voices this to you. "I don't understand. Why? What did I do wrong? Lemme fix it," he stutters out, his throat starting to get tight as he tries to stop from crying.

You shake your head, looking away from him. Every time he cries, you cry. You can't cry in front of him, you have to stay strong. "Baby, please! Lemme fix this! I dunno what I did wrong bu-"

You caught him off with a sharp, cruel laugh, it not being the beautiful laugh that he's used to. "You don't know what you did wrong? It's so obvious."

The gears in his head are turning wildly, his brain working on multiple things at once. What did he do wrong? Do you really want to break up? How can he make it up to you? How can he get you to stay with him? Is this some sort of cruel joke?

God, he prays it's a cruel joke, as ironic as it is. He'd rather have everyone pop up from their hiding spots with cameras pointed at him and make fun of him while laughing. And then you'd smile that blinding smile of yours and tell him you're sorry, that his brothers made you.

But none of that happens. You just stare at him with a cold look, waiting for him to agree to break up and leave so you can cry until you have no more tears to shed. He doesn't do that though. He just stares right back at you, crying his eyes out.

"'m sorry that I dunno what I did wrong! 'm sorry for whatever I did! Just lemme make it up to ya! Tell me what I did and I'll never do it again!" he promises. He can't lose you. He might actually wither away to nothing if you do. What's he supposed to do? Go back to living hundreds of years without love other than his obsession with money?

He doesn't want that.

He wants you.

You scoff at him, looking away from him again before you start crying again. "I'm sick of being second. To money, of all things. You aren't going to change. You're the avatar of greed, so I understand. You can't help it. I'm not mad at you for it. I just want us to be over, my suffering to be over," you reply softly, cursing yourself for going soft. You just had to look at his crying face.

His crying pauses momentarily, shock taking over his sadness. That's what you're upset with him about? He starts to laugh, relief taking over his entire being.

Your eyes widen and move back to him. You can't lie, you're a little freaked out. Why in the world is he laughing now of all times?

You sigh, ready to tell him it's over and to get out when he grabs your hand. Your words die in your throat, your eyes moving from his face to your conjoined hands. You always grow weak when he touches you, you can’t help it.

"’u're so stupid. I'm so stupid. We're so stupid. But we'll be stupid together." You gape at him a bit, having trouble believing that he would call you stupid right now.

"Excuse m-"

"Baby, the money is for you. I've been workin’ so hard to get this money for ya," he whispers, his eyes shiny from the tears that were falling from them only seconds ago. You gape at him once more, trying to wrap your head around what he's saying to you.

"What?" you whisper softly, afraid if you spoke any louder, your voice would break. He laughs and suddenly pulls you into a hug, your eyes growing in size at the affection.

He laughs brightly, practically squeezing the life out of you. "I love ya so much. I love ya more than I love any of the money I could ever have, and that’s saying a lot. The money is for ya. I didn't want to tell ya cause I wanted it to be a surprise but I'm savin’ all this money for ya. Way to ruin the surprise. And don’t even ask me what the money is for cause part of the surprise is already ruined," he says lightly, teasing you at the end.

You gently push him away with watery eyes, your mouth hanging open. Before you can stop yourself, you start to sob. You can't even speak from how hard you're crying. His eyes grow wide again, watching you plummet into his chest to cry there.

"Hey! Woah! You should be happy! Why in Hades are ya crying?" he shouts, his hands coming to soothingly rub your back. You cry for a couple of minutes, just wanting to be in his arms. He doesn’t mind holding you, moving to where he's laying on his back and you're on top of him.

You pull away with a gasp of air after letting out a big sob, looking at him with bright red eyes. "You moron! I didn't know what you were doing! I just missed you constantly and I had this giant ache in my chest! You're so stupid!" you wail between shaky sobs and the hiccuping gasps for air that you can't help from how hard you’re crying.

He smiles up at you, tucking your hair behind your ear so it's not hanging in front of, or on, your wet face. "Shh, baby. I need ya to calm down first. Take some deep breaths for me, ‘kay? There ya go. I want to see my beautiful baby smile nice ‘n pretty for me."

You take some deep breaths, your chest getting lighter with each breath. Once you've calmed down, you give him a small, watery smile. He grins, cupping your cheeks with his cool hands.

"There it is! There's that smile! Oh jeez, I think I just fell ‘n love all over again! What the heck am I s’pposed to do now?" he says loudly, wanting the whole Devildom to hear about his love for you.

You giggle and try to cover his mouth, making him violently shake his head to try and get your hands off enough for him to speak. "Ya can't keep me quiet! I love (Y/n) and there's nothin’ anyone can do about it!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

You squeal with laughter, trying to get him to shut up. You eventually do the only thing you can think of that will successfully shut him up.

You push your lips to his, his head instantly stilling. He smiles into the kiss, your chest the lightest it's ever been. His hands curl around your back, sliding under your shirt to smooth over the bare skin of your back. You hum into the kiss, your chest growing fuzzy when one of his hands finds yours to hold.

He pulls away when his hand successfully finds yours, smiling lovingly up at you. "'u're so beautiful. I love ya. I love ya so much," he says softly up to you, ending each sentence with a kiss. You giggle before giving him another long kiss, trying to not let a smile break it.

"I love you more," you playfully argue, sticking your tongue out at him. He grunts and swoops in, taking your tongue into his mouth. You happily allow him to do so, humming lowly as your free hand comes up to tangle in his hair.

After making out for some time, you pull away for air to stare down at him. The atmosphere has definitely changed within the last fifteen minutes. First, it was filled with despair and rage. Then, it was filled with love, happiness, and relief. And now? Well, now you're looking into his half-lidded eyes with eyes clouded by lust.

"Lemme prove to ya that I love ya even more," he whispers, sensing the change of the mood. You smirk and happily connect your lips with his again.

You kiss until you're breathless once more, his hands wandering to find bare skin. He eventually doesn't like the fact that you aren't naked, pulling away from you to switch places with you. He tugs your shirt off before trading places with you though, throwing it onto the ground.

You smile up at him, watching him take off his shirt before connecting your lips for the nth time. You kiss for a while, Mammon's hands eventually finding their way to your nipples. He plays with them as his lips travel down, licking and sucking on your neck.

Your hands wander over his own chest before going down, being interrupted by his pants. You whine and tug on them, letting him know you want them gone. He pulls away from your neck with a smirk, pulling his pants off but leaving his boxers on.

You groan, wanting to have him inside of you already. He chuckles lowly at how impatient you are, smiling after giving you a sweet kiss. "Patience. I said I wanna show ya how much I love ya," he whispers, slowly slipping your bottoms off. He then proceeds to kiss just about every part of you, your body writhing as you try to keep from touching what his boxers are hiding.

After a while of foreplay, he finally gives you what you want. He makes sweet love to you, very different than what you two normally do. Not that you're complaining. You love to see this sweet, soft, vulnerable side of him.

You want to love him forever, to die loving him. He loves you with everything that he is and would do anything to prove so to you.

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