#is there even a shipname for this NAH

[kimeoshi]

hey guys might i introduce you to rattore (wip)

[cosmicwafflemam]

Feeling stars

Texture-glitch-esque version

[looksmaxxing-magnus]

when the rarepair so rare you gotta pretend shit like this is fanart

[meadow-art]

Nah i love how we all have different preferred shipnames for ratio and aventurine. like i've seen some people use ratiorine some use raturine religiously while i prefer aventio, some real ship connoisseurs even love Golden Ratio, and i think it's pretty adorable

[nostalgia-tblr]

I mean, yes it was Sylki to Thorki for me because once upon a time I was gobbling down sylki content and came across a Sylkior fic and had some feelings about it and... Yup

OMG SYLKIOR. SO PROBLEMATIC. SO WRONG. SO GREAT.

As usual I seem to be One True Character in this fandom rather than One True Pairing, except that One True Character comes in many varieties and so you can make them kiss themselves and also I seem to be on the wrong wavelength to interact with many of them's other fans. OH NO!

One thing, maybe, is that the Loki show is between season at the mo (obviously) and the general trend in fandoms in, erm, general seems to be that during any lengthy hiatus even quite popular pairings go into a holding pattern where it's largely the most dedicated OTP shippers producing content (plus the occasional weird latecomer noob - such as for instance my good self) and while that is fine and valid and etc I am not actually that good at OTP shipping and so I end up wandering into the paths of other pairings to see who else my One True Character is banging in fanfic. And the thorki stuff has been around for a decade now so there's A LOT of it and if i navigate by the AO3 bookmarks of author's whose works I liked I can skip most of the, umm, less standout works and hoover up the good stuff until I wander off to somewhere else.

(This morning I HIT THE FUCKING JACKPOT by finding someone who had written multiple stories where Thor-era Loki is a sneaky little shit who can't be trusted and is often up to no good! Those of you on the very edges of MCU fandom might now be thinking "but nos, isn't that just the default and thus most common characterisation of that Loki?" but NO. NO, IT IS NOT. Hence my shock, joy, and perhaps even arousal at unearthing such a hoarde.)

Anyway, sylkior. That's a good one because they're all related to each other while also in other ways not really related to each other, in different degrees and forms. They all love each other, it combines selfcest and incest and I am problematic enough to go along with that. OMG WAIT CAN WE ADD HELA IN THERE AS WELL??? Sylkiora? Hang on, I seem to recall there was a really good shipname that involved Hela in an incesty pairing with Sylvie and... someone else? Erm... Nah, it's gone :( Sorry :(

BUT I DIGRESS. You and me and the sylki-to-thorki pipeline. ❤❤❤

(Where do you stand on the Sylvie-as-a-Thor-variant concept, btw? I'd probably read that, if it existed. But it might ENRAGE people so I feel like nobody will ever actually write it anyway.)

[thewickedbohemian]

Thoughts on a show CBS should give a second chance and a show that perfectly complements it enough that they should stay together

So Help Me Todd (#savesohelpmetodd #renewsohelpmetodd #wrongdecisionCBS)

Interesting opening

Feeling sympathetically overloaded on Margaret's behalf

Is she going through some sort of Lesson Zero scenario

oy Todd, really, tacos

Nice meta reference to show's fate struggle

Now that's a different way to commit a crime

Of course Todd watches Ghosts (or their universe's version)

Todd and his ego applied to funeral arrangements, holy Hamilton

nice to see more Todd and Lyle even if it is "Lyle after dentist"

Ok Folding backstory please, why does he have a server despite not showing up at work

Of course Lyle's the sysadmin

LYLE SAID THE SHIPNAME!

What is with everyone and the really obnoxious patterns this episode (some might be fine on their own but not all at once!)

OK this just turned into a Shakespearean comedy

I really hope more seasons of this show mean more of Todd pretending to be a lawyer (perhaps as potential foreshadowing)

Did Todd-as-Folding, Susan and Lyle just pull a Leverage and let's go steal a client?

Hmm... wonder if more seasons might reveal some identity thieving ring shenanigans as that reminds me of Veronica and there's still the Tuttle case implicitly up in the air

Again, Allison, a little too relatable

Very Murder She Wrote of a case crack

instance #2 of Todd making himself come off as a lawyer that could foreshadow things in more seasons

and Todd figures out what I figured out

and proof of the Shawn/Gus inspiration for Tyle

sweet ending

Was the part about trust the product them pleading with the network

Elsbeth

doctors, dinner parties that almost feel like family dinners, rejected partnerships, what is this So Help Me Todd

Well hello another example of how "kids these days" are the Elsbeth writers' kryptonite

First Grey Gardens in E4 now a needle dropera (I guess it halfway-counts as the Musical Reference Of The Episode to have some Carmen show up), this show never ceases to amaze

And Elsbeth gets more and more neurodivergent every episode

Worst foe of anyone with ADHD, someone else using speech-to-text

Hey don't knock the polka dots

oh how convenient with the doctor thing

Further proof why the shows shouldn't be separated, that reenactment thingie was totally a Todd/Lyle move

Thank you texts on screen

Elsbeth standing out against the white and stimming with things she shouldn't

Elsbeth, they're lesbians

I'd be concerned about anything coming at my face

Sheep placenta, ew

is this whole episode just going to have a generation gap theme

Hello symbolism (and good taste) with Elsbeth's love for Alice In Wonderland and her climbing through the statue and hello clarification on what she's here to do

Kaia saw, Kaia sus or nah

either way another couple-or-just-besties-coded moment with the sneaking up behind and that close to her mouth

Smooth trying to sneak the insinuation at Wagner's guilty conscience

Ok so what's the wife got to do with anything

Oh so that's what (fake chart info)

Thank you other surgeon for not making Elsbeth feel insecure

sympathizing with um actuallying someone about the law

If the shoes fit

Girls bonding over mod-podge and Elsbeth spills the beans, let's see how this ripples

[nikatyler]

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

[baltharino]

[neomedievalistbr]

001, Fandom: RWBY, 002, Ship: ????? Choose whichever u want idk much about RWBY ships, 003, Character: Blake Belladonna!!

ahhhhh, RWBY.

Favorite character: Penny 👍 when the robots are autistic and trans‼️

Least Favorite character: ehhhhhhh, the list is real long bc theyre either boring or are not likable at all. Jacques maybe

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): For legal reasons, I'll not be commenting on RWBY ships. joking, at this point i only really like ruby/penny, tho ruby/emerald and ruby/blake are nice tol

Character I find most attractive: carmilla, from the novels

Character I would marry: uhhhh, kali and ghira. sorry blake im gonna be your third parent now

Character I would be best friends with: penny and ruby!

a random thought: pour one out for everyone still in this sinking ship, i have already abandoned it 🥂

An unpopular opinion: List is too long, main one: i don't really care abt bumbleby (blake/yang). good for everyone else tho, hope your ship doesnt end up being queerbaiting

My Canon OTP: none lmao

My Non-canon OTP: ruby/penny

Most Badass Character: yang. obviously

Most Epic Villain: 😬 i wish the villains were good. uhhh, cinder bc shes hot and at least has a backstory, the other guys dont have and im not putting salem here

Pairing I am not a fan of: jaune/weiss (which has the BEST shipname ever: white knight.)

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): List is too long, main one: penny. thx RT for making all that shit up that she didnt like being an android, then making her human and immediately killing her again. when the writing is good 👍

Favourite Friendship: yang and weiss

Character I most identify with: i see myself a lot in Adam. /j

Character I wish I could be: penny. i wish i was a cool robot girl, man

i wont be doing 002 bc. well idc anymore abt any rwby ships besides the occasional reblog lmao. so 003 it is

How I feel about this character: hm, complicated. blake is not really a character that crosses my mind. im very neutral on her

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: hmmm, while not really my favorites, ruby/blake and yang/blake (NOT at the same time), and ilia/blake

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: her and ruby! ... is what i would say if they were allowed to interact

nah but fr, i think her relationship with ilia was very good, as blake seeing herself in ilia and stopping her from following in the same path. i wish ilia blake's partner during v4-v5 instead of sun

My unpopular opinion about this character: ppl dont really see blake (and yang) as just the characters, its always blake and yang, just there for shipping. can you guys like, make her a better relationship with ruby maybe?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: well i wish her arc was better written. i also wish the animal people racism plot didnt exist.

Favorite friendship for this character: yknow theres not really much time for the characters to develop actual relationships, even the main ones (it took 8 volumes for blake and ruby to interact again...). that said, blake and ren

My crossover ship: none

[alligaytorswamp]

Xingyun and kaeya x amber (idk what their shipname is)

I saw the latter ship for the first time the other week and I’ve never seen it before(?)

hi hi hello thank u for dropping by >:)

xingyun:

ah ha ha ha h... yeah dats like one of my hardcore notps. i just truly hate it so much i can't even see them as good friends because chongyun is too great and nice and sweet to hang out with such a bully. there r just too many canon interactions showing xingqiu being an asshole to chongyun, i can't stand him. chongyun deserves so much more i will never understand why this fandom is so dead set on them

kaeya x amber:

truly can't see this one as more than 'kaeya is a big bro to amber' type of vibe. cute found family coworkers! also i just perceive kaeya older than amber... even with their age gap not being too big or dramatic both have other people their age to get closer to. anyways yeah very platonic sweet found fam sorta sibling like? hell yes. anything else beyond that? nah sorry can't see it, i don't really think they would even be that great for each other when it comes to some deep rooted issues (not that they're incapable, i just don't think their personalities will match well enough for that. it still works great for friendship tho)

ship bingo hell yeah B)

[catparkers]

Real To Me Chapter One

Summary: When Tom tells the world that you’re dating Harrison Osterfield, Harrison plots a plan to get back at him...

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, Fake Dating AU

Word Count:  798

You were sitting on the couch in Harrison’s apartment, watching Tom being interviewed by James Cordon, he had put something that looked truly disgusting in front of Tom and he grinned at him, “Is Shipname real?” You and Haz shared a look at the mention of your shipname. The fans seemed to think that you were perfect for each other and if you were being honest, it had been on your mind a lot. The idea of dating Harrison, wondering what it felt like to kiss him, what his hand in yours would feel like, imagining the feeling of his hand on your back and a couple other not so innocent thoughts regarding him. You snapped back to reality as Tom pulled a face and smiled, “Yeah it is. Bit annoying honestly, he’s always going on about her and they’re always staring at each other.” He put his head in his hands and groaned, “They’re going to kill me for saying that.”

Fuck. You felt your blood go cold, you should have known that it was a mistake to tell Tom about your feelings for Haz. You turned to look at Harrison. He was still sitting on the couch with his head in his hands then he glanced over at you and got up, walking over to you. Your breath hitched as he crouched down in front of you. “We’re not going to be able to convince them that we aren’t actually in love so what if we don’t even try?”

You frowned, “What are you talking about?”

He shifted so that he was on one knee and took your hand, pretending to tear up, “Y/n L/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my fake girlfriend? It’ll be like we’re back in junior school and we’re trying to convince all our mates that we are in a relationship, they just go to a different school.” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. He grinned and pulled you onto his lap, you tapped against his chest as you talked to drive your point across, “So, I think for our first order of business as fake boyfriend and girlfriend, we should kill Tom. Thoughts?”

“Wonderful idea. But what if we don’t tell him that we’re faking? What if we tell him we’ve been dating for awhile now and now that’s he’s told everyone, we just can’t keep our hands off each other? We’ll be that really annoying couple who’s obsessed with PDA and referring to each other with cheesy pet names until it drives him mad.”

You were sitting on Harrison’s bed with one leg tucked underneath you and the other one dangling off the side of the bed, Harrison was sitting on the floor, head resting against your leg as he scrolled through his phone. You felt a smile stretch across your face as you got a notification ‘hazosterfield commented: 😍😍😍’. You nudged him with your foot, “Why are you commenting heart eyes on my Instagram?”

He tipped his head back to look at you and smiled, “I’m being a supportive boyfriend.”

Your phone buzzed again, ‘hazosterfield commented: Fuck. Me. Up. You look gorgeous, Darling ❤️.’

“You chuckled and slid down onto the floor next to him, “Do you wanna take a picture together and make this official?” You did air quotations around the word ‘official’. He nodded and you passed him your phone and kissed him on the cheek, wrapping your arms around him as he snapped a picture. He gave you your phone back and you captioned it, ‘Happy anniversary, Babe ❤️’ and tagged him in it. He stood up and stood his phone up and started recording a video, walking back over to you, smiling at you like he was in love. You smiled and waved at the camera, not noticing him crouching back down in front of you until he turned your head towards him and pulled you into a kiss. He pulled away grinning and ended the recording on his phone. “How long do you want to act like we’ve been dating for? A year?”

“Is that believable?”

“Of course it is, Darling. I’m a trained actor.” He winked at you and you scoffed.

“So a year then, yeah?” He looked at you, thoughtfully.

“Yeah sure. Are we evil for doing this just to fuck with Tom?” You bit back a laugh as you thought about how Tom was going to react.

“Nah, he fucking asked for it.”

Your phone buzzed again, ‘hazosterfield mentioned you in a post’. You opened the notification to see the video with the caption, “One year with this wonderful girl. I love you @yourusername.”

You grinned over at him as your phones started blowing up, this was going to be fun.

[ru-take]

the-lady-of-the-blue replied to your photoset

Did you come up with a shipname for them?

You mean takemone? Nah, it’s already existed.

the-lady-of-the-blue replied to your photoset

He's huge compared to her. And he isn't even that tall.

Exactly! I love Takeru being small... then I saw him in the dorama and I was like... wait, that’s so much height difference, how tall is Mone-san? Apperently she’s 1,52 m, and Takeru is 1,7 m. According to google haha

[moved-glowfaery]

FAVORITE CIRCLE OF HELL [CHAPTER 23]

 Fandom: Newsies

Ships: Sprace, Javey, Almer, Specsromeo (what is the shipname?), Blush, Newsbians, Crutchie and Happiness

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15| Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22

“I can’t believe they actually accepted you at NYU. Do they know what kind of dick you are?” “You are just mad, I’m not joining you in San Francisco,” Race rolled his eyes at Romeo. “Yes I am. We were going to rule the city but you two decided to go somewhere else,” He yelled out, throwing his arm in the arm, very dramatic. “Why did you not apply to a theatre school, Romeo? You would’ve been accepted,” Albert smirked, sliding his milkshake towards himself to drink. They were seated at the lovely dinner, that they had spend many evenings in this year. A few dates, mostly nights with just their little group, which had drastically expended in a small time. Now it was the night before everyone left for college. “I can’t believe you and Conlon are actually going to New York together. I mean, what a love story,” Romeo sighed, his face leaning on his hand. “We won’t even be on the same campus. He’s going to a college in Brooklyn and all my classes and dorms are in Manhattan,” “Still denying shit when it comes to Conlon,” Albert poked his elbow in Race’s side. “Okay, okay! I mean, I’m not complaining studying in the same city as my boyfriend, it’s good.”

“It’s romantic!” Romeo leaned back on the seat. “Specs is going to be an hour and a half away and I’m already dying,” He whined, throwing his head back. “At least you are in the same state,” Albert clearly kicked the boy under the table. “Elmer got accepted in Juilliard and I’m going to fucking Denver, stop complaining,” “Who is complaining? No wait, let me guess. Romeo.” Davey welcomed the boys as Jack pushed another table against the one the three boys were seated at, creating twice as much space. “Why is Romeo complaining?” Jack asked as he sat down on one of the chairs, next to Davey. “You’ve got three guesses,” Albert announced, ignoring the grunt coming from Romeo. “That’s hard, could it be that Specs is going to be an hour and a half away, and he is dying?” “You can’t judge me, Kelly, you and Davey are both going to Stanford with your stupid art scholarship.” Romeo called out. “Still, I’m judging you,” He said, his one arm resting on the back of Davey’s chair. “I hate y’all,” Romeo muttered. Race could swear Romeo was like a bloodhound ‘cause he turned around in his seat the second Specs, Elmer and Spot walked through the door. Specs slide next to Romeo on the seat, while Albert moved to a chair, so he and Elmer could sit together and Race and Spot. “Blink will be here any second,” Spot said before he pressed a kiss on Race’s curls. “He picked up Crutchie along the way,” Race leaned into Spot as the conversation dragged on, more chairs were pulled out when Blink, Mush and Crutchie arrived. After a while the tables were filled with frites, burgers and drinks. By the time they went for dessert, Sarah and Katherine showed up, making it all a bit more cramped so everyone could still sit, but it worked. Because weirdly, it always seemed to work in this group. “Just give me a tuck if you want to get out of here,” Spot whispered into Race’s ear, his arm around his shoulder. Where normally he had no problem with leaving early, especially not when he left together with Spot, but for this once he wished this night could last forever, instead of not seeing these boys until Thanksgiving or Christmas. He rested his head on Spot’s shoulder, a soft smile on his lips as he watched the rest of his friends. “Nah, I’m fine.”

Thank you for reading this shitty excuse of a story. Few things I wanted to mention about this that I did not know how to mention in this last chapter: - Crutchie got a brace and can walk with it quite okay! He's going to a university in Boston - Race's dad got arrested and has a restraining order, so he can't come close to Race again. After he got out of jail he left town without a word to Race or his mother, he most likely left the state.

Thank you so so so much for reading this and commenting, it really made my days so much better. 

.Tag list: (hey, shoot me a message if you want to be on this)@newsienewsie@sparrrow-prince @insane-tomato ​@have-we-got-news-for-you​

[1ooo-w0rds]

we met on ocean avenue pt 4

A/N: October fic! This chapter was giving me so much trouble especially the ending. @piper-mc-meme this AU is driving me crazy.

Piper @PiperMcMeme posted a tweet: I'm walking towards him rn. My heart is pounding! OMG!

Sam32_blondesuperman: OMG? What's going on? Tell me the tea?

Alicia37: Someone on Tumblr dared @PiperMcMeme to ask Jason Grace aka @BlondeSuperman out.

Sam32_blondesuperman: Holy shit! Get it girl!

Hazel @HazelArts posted a video: @PiperMcMeme Do it for the vine! #McMemeDare #BlondSuperMan #HESAIDYES?! #IKnowVineIsDead #lameJokes

Jones_Star: Holy Crap?!

leafy: What the heck?

eightMarky: Has to be a publicity stunt, right? #HuntingtonHospital

jack_of_some_trades: Isn't he dating QueenRey? She's all over his instagram

PiFi: AWWW! They're so cute together. I ship it. #Jasiper #ShipName#IShipIt

QueenBee: Nah. BlondSuperMan and QueenRey are much better together. They're so hot!

Reyna squinted at her bright screen of her phone, not quite awake yet as she scroll through her Twitter feed. Her notifications were pinging wildly since yesterday afternoon. She immediately muted them to focus on her video edits for her next volleyball video. Reyna wasn't sure when she fell asleep last night. Her laptop sat dead on her floor, thankfully all her work backed up to the cloud.

Reyna pushed her loose hair out of her face as she sat up, crossing her legs underneath her. The said video wasn't clear but she could make out Jason's tall form beside the railing as a nervous petite girl approached him. Her hands fiddled in front of her. The audio was rough with children screaming and loud splashes from the pool.

"Hey, you look new here." Reyna could hear her say. Jason smiled kindly as he inched over, giving her space beside him.

"That obvious?" Jason laughed, lifting his sunglasses. They traded introductions and chatted for a bit. Piper pointed out people with colorful commentary, getting a few chuckles from Jason. He leaned his arms against the railing, waving to someone. Reyna's eyes narrowed as Piper took a deep breath.

"Will you go out with me?" She half-shouted with her eyes closed. Jason nodded his head but before he could say anything, a young man appeared by his side, pulling Jason away.

"Fucking internet." Reyna murmured as she scrolled through the comments and retweets. She was tagged in a good number of reactions. Probably because Jason's latest tweet was of them at Santa Monica beach with Thor. Her phone vibrated signaling a FaceTime call. She arched her eyebrow at the caller id before tapping the green button. "You're an idiot." Reyna greeted plainly as Jason's exhausted face blinked onto the black screen. He groaned, burying his face into his pillow.

"I thought I would get sympathy from you." Jason replied as he lifted his head, pouting at her. His bed hair was a perfect balance between sexy and cute. A dark stubble curved around his masculine chin. Jason shifted to his elbows, unintentionally giving Reyna an eyeful. Her eyes widen before she quickly turned to look at her wall, blush creeping onto her face. Fact: Jason Grace sleeps shirtless. Even from a brief view and tiny screen, she could make out the defined lines of his pecs and abs.

"Sorry," Reyna said, trying to hide her breathlessness. "Here, call again and I'll be nice." She stood up, grabbing a loose cardigan from her chair as she left her room. Hylla sat at the kitchen island, stirring her coffee as she held out her required reading. She nodded to her sister as Reyna plucked a stem of grapes from the fruit bowl. "I promise." Hylla narrowed her gaze at her sister's odd comment.

"No you won't." Jason's voice bounced off the high ceilings of the kitchen. Hylla blinked, definitely not recognizing the voice. 'Who's that?' she mouthed as Reyna head towards the balcony. "You'll still sass me. You're worse than Percy."

"Am not." Reyna countered as she pressed the phone against her chest. 'No one.' she mouthed back before stepping out on the balcony. Reyna settled on their lounging beach chair before pulling Jason back out. "Now, what's your side of the story?"

Jason dragged his hand over his face before flipping over to lay on his bed. For a moment, the world spun showing Reyna a quick glimpse of Jason's hotel room before it filled with his handsome face. "I don't know. One moment we were just talking as she pointed out various people of the cast. Someone called my name and I turned. Piper asked a question and I nodded yes to show I was still listening. Before I could process what exactly she asked, someone pulled me away. She blindsided me."

"And got it all on video." Jason stared at Reyna like she grew another head. "It's a perfect social media storm. The daughter of Huntington Hospital main star asked out current teenage heartthrob and got it all on video." Reyna refrained from mentioning how her timeline was flooded with retweets of the video and people at-ing her with outrageous comments to get any reaction. She wasn't going to feed their curiosity. "Don't look at Twitter. It's a bloodbath."

"Of course it is." Jason groaned. "Excuse me for a second." He placed the phone down, giving Reyna a view of the ceiling. A muffled scream echoed through the speaker followed by excited barking from Thor. The camera shook as the dog jumped onto the bed. Reyna laughed as she could see Thor's long tail wag back and forth. "Thor, not now!" Jason laughed as he wrapped his arm around the dog and reappeared into view. "Having a crisis."

"Dogs don't care." Reyna replied as she leaned back. "Have you ate yet, Jason?" He hugged Thor to his side as he thought. Thor eagerly licked the side of Jason's face who smiled in response. Her heart warmed at the sight. Thor can easily shift his owner's mood. "Are you free today?"

"Kind of." Jason answered as he rested his head against Thor's body. "Just for the morning. I have a table reading after lunch, a meeting with my stylist, a few headshots and then I need to sign the lease for my apartment." Jason ran his hand over Thor's furry bottom. "I also need someone to watch his monster. I haven't found a doggie daycare yet. Reyna?"

"Aurum and Argentum are already suspicious of me from last time." Reyna commented as she looked towards the kitchen. Her two graceful greyhounds slept on their large doggie bed. Like Aurum could sense her, the beautiful dog lift his head and wagged his long tail. Jason held Thor up to the camera as he panted adorably. "Fine, I'll keep an eye on him later. He'll be exhausted running with our dogs."

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Rey." Jason said as she shook her head fondly.

"You owe me breakfast." Reyna ordered as she looked up the address. "Here's the breakfast spot. Meet me there in thirty. Put on your best 'I'm not a teenage heartthrob' outfit please. They have amazing blueberry pancakes, Percy can vouch for that. And they're dog friendly."

"Yes madam. See ya." Jason's image quickly disappeared leaving Reyna alone with her thoughts. She stared at the black screen before pressing the phone against her chest.

Jason is a mess. In reality, he's nothing like the suave characters directors often casted him as. He doesn't have a typical teenager experience, constantly moving around for work. Growing up in the spotlight, Jason played different parts. Reyna often wondered if he knew the difference between himself and the characters he played. Her frown deepened. The video was getting too much attention way too quickly.

Reyna clicked her phone on, pulling up the chat she had with Annabeth. Keep an eye out for him, Rey. "I'm trying." Reyna murmured before heading towards the kitchen.

"That wasn't Frank's voice." Hylla greeted curtly. Reyna sighed, glancing up at the ceiling.

"No it wasn't. I have other friends, you know." Reyna commented as she hopped on the stool beside her. Hylla looked exhausted juggling grad night courses and her coaching job at the nearby high school. After getting her undergrad in psychology, Hylla returned to study sports medicine to help her student athletic better. She reached out, brushing a bit of Reyna's hair out of her face. "He's having a crisis."

"Ah youth. I thought it was Frank by the way you smiled." Reyna touched her cheeks like she could feel the smile. What does Hylla even mean by that? "You only smile that widely after talking to Frank." Reyna's eyes furrowed in confusion. What does that mean? Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Jason: Might be a bit late. Get me a stack of pancakes and bacon pls.

"There it is again." Hylla pointed Reyna's side.

"I… it…" Reyna stuttered, trying to get her thoughts together. "I don't have time for you to psychoanalyze me!" Reyna shouted as she ran to her room. Hylla's laughter rang as Reyna slammed the door, pressing her back against it. Her heart pounded at the implications.

"No, no time." Reyna murmured as she moved to her closet. Her fingers touched the soft fabric of a cute and flattering sundress. She pulled her hand away like it burned. It was just a dress though. It wouldn't mean anything. "Damn it, Hylla. What are you doing pulling ideas in my head?"

"Something casual but nice." Reyna reasoned as she shoved the dress aside, pulling out a red long flannel shirt. Her face flushed at the memory of their first meeting. She only wore her sports bra and short shorts, fresh from practice. She pulled a pair of white jean shorts and a plain black tee. She could pair it with a few bracelets or necklace if Reyna felt like it.

"You look cute." Hylla commented as Reyna walked out, gathering her hair over her shoulder. Reyna narrowed her gaze. She didn't need to know that. "What? It's a cute outfit. Trying to impress someone?"

"You're evil." Reyna murmured as she grabbed her keys. "And you're enjoying this. I do not need this right now. Heading to Sophie's."

"Get me an order of blueberry pancakes!" Hylla shouted as Reyna shut the door behind her.

Reyna twirled her order number in her hand as she scooped out a spot on the beach. Sophie's set up was more like a snack shack instead of a diner. A single counter took orders, pumping out delicious breakfast food and much needed coffee. The aroma of sweet syrup, freshly cut fruit and pancake batter mixed with the salty sea air. Seagulls hovered around, well aware there's food here. Reyna found a spot beside the sand, kicking her converses off, and buried her toes in the warm sand. As long as Reyna could remember, she always loved the beach. She couldn't imagine living without it.

"Wow," Reyna heard a soft whisper behind her. Jason stood there, gazing towards were the deep blue of the water and clear sky met. He waved at her as he approached. "Do you approve of my outfit?" He asked cheekily as he held his arms out and did a small turn. The pair of dark washed jeans hugged his legs nicely. He wore them with leather flip flops like a casual weekender. The athletic tank top revealed his pale arms. Thor tugged at his leash, trying to greet Reyna.

"I'm sure your fashion guru will have a few choice words for you." Reyna commented as he sat down. Jason rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his blond hair. Thor wandered over to her, wagging his long tail as he pressed his furry face against her leg. Thor barked eagerly as he leaned into her touch. "Thor is as cute as always."

"Nothing can faze him, thankfully." Jason murmured as he check his phone once more before tucking it away. "I've muted Twitter, turn off DM on Instagram and silenced my phone except for certain numbers. My manager has been blowing it up with text messages."

"Is it wise to ignore him?" Reyna asked as she tucked a bit of her hair over her shoulder. Jason shrugged. He looked really young right now like how he truly is, not an actor on the big screen, but a confused young man. Perfectly timed, the server appeared with two plates and cups of fresh coffee. Jason's face lit up at the sight of pancakes. "I got you a Julian Ramirez special. Blueberry pancakes with a side of bacon, sweet maple syrup and butter."

"Sweet and savory, something he and I can agree on." Jason murmured, grabbing his utensils eagerly. Reyna handed Thor a dog treat which he eagerly gobbled down and settled at the base of their feet.

"Not going to snap a pic?" Reyna asked as she added some sugar into her coffee. Jason shook his head.

"Nah, this is me time." Jason replied before looking up. "Well you and me time. Social media doesn't need to follow my every waking moment." Reyna blinked at the surprisingly sweet comment he delivered so smoothly. "Oh man, this is so good." Jason exclaimed as he dug into the pancakes, gushing over the fluffiness of the pancakes with the sweet blueberries and salty bacon. It still blows her mind how he's actually here in front of her, in the flesh, not just an image on the screen. How she can just ask him if he would like to hang out and they can, like real friends.

"Well, are you going to ask?" Reyna blinked at Jason's sudden question. They just finished their food, watching the passing people as they finished their coffee. A bit of syrup stuck to Jason's chin as he wiped his hands.

"I was going to let you digest before asking the hard hitting questions." Reyna teased as she handed him a napkin. He took it sheepishly, wiping his chin. Reyna coaxed Thor towards her, picking the puppy up so he sat comfortably in her lap.

"How very kind of you." Jason said as he stirred his own drink. "Shoot."

"What do you think of Piper, honestly?" Reyna asked, running her fingers over Thor's fur. Jason sipped his drink, looking out at the ocean.

"Honestly?" Jason echoed as he turned back. Reyna nodded her head. "She's bold. I don't have the guts to ask anyone out or at least someone I've just met. She's charming, already cracking jokes about people and laughing with me like we're old friends. There's an openness about her that I envy, that I wished I had. She can come off as strong especially if the only thing you know about her is what's going on Twitter and social media. I don't think she's a bad person."

"She sounds pretty great." Reyna whispered as she hugged Thor. "Just got swept up and hunt down by the social media hounds." Jason nodded his head, agreeing. It was the age they live in. Putting yourself out there is easy but scary. People can praise and attack you with just a Twitter account. Reyna has received a few cruel comments over time.

"She a good girl and I don't want to hurt her." Jason sighed as he rested his elbows on the table, cradling his face. "I feel like we can be great friends because god knows I need more friends. But what do I say? Has anyone ever asked you out?" Reyna's heart pound as she met Jason's gaze. Jason is a very attractive young man. Any girl would be affected especially if he looked at her like she held the answer to everything.

"Once." She whispered, her mouth suddenly dry. Like it could sense the tension, Reyna's phone vibrated beside her, shaking the table. The screen lit up with a text message from Hylla. Instinctively, Reyna and Jason both looked down at the device. Reyna swiped the message away, leaving her lock screen. Her expression softened as she looked at the picture.

It's a selfie of her and a young man bundled in warm winter clothing. They were at an outdoor ice rink with twinkling glow of the lamps. The man was of Asian descent with clean dark hair and a boyish smile. His arms wrapped around Reyna's shoulders as they both smiled at the camera. Snow dotted their dark hair but Reyna could feel the warmth and love from the photo.

"Who's that?" Jason whispered, pulling Reyna back to him. An endearing smile curled on her lips as she picked up the device.

"My boyfriend."

[nightshiftblues]

How Not to Wingman 101 by James Madison

Summary: Madison attempts to wingman for Jefferson, but Hamilton isn’t having it.

Pairings: hamilton / madison (is there even a shipname?) & jamilton (side)

Rating: Teens

Words: 1,748

Warnings: drinking, swearing, sex talk, making out in public-level of spiciness

Note: Absolutely no one asked for this. @cybermanolo mentioned liking this pairing to me a while back and it latched onto my brain for some reason, so. Here ya go.

Jefferson downed his entire pint of lager and slammed it onto the bar counter with vigor.

“I need to sleep with Hamilton.”

James, who had been smiling apologetically at the bartender, whipped his head around to look at his friend as if he’d just grown a second head. “Pardon?”

“I need to sleep with him.” Thomas’ speech was only slightly slurred, but surely he had to be wasted to be saying something like that. “I know he thinks I’m hot from the way he stares when I reach for something on a top shelf. If we screw out the tension, maybe he’ll mellow out and stop being such a prick.” The guy actually smiled, like this revelation was something to be self-satisfied over.

James closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Thomas, that’s a terrible idea, and as your friend I consider it my duty to save you from your own stupidity.”

“Nu uh.” Thomas shook his head pointedly, curls bouncing. “You’re gonna help me.”

James leaned back on his bar stool and crossed his arms. “How do you figure?”

“I got you a date with Dolley Payne. You owe me.”

“We played Scrabble, I lost and she never called me back.”

Thomas shrugged. “It’s not my fault you’ve got no game. Scrabble, specifically.” He snorted at his own bad joke.

James rolled his eyes and glanced at the booth in the corner, where Hamilton and Laurens were cooped up, attempting to shoot crumpled up receipts into an empty shot glass from the looks of it. Admittedly, if there ever was an opportune moment to go through with this moronic impulse, tonight was the night - it was fairly rare for Hamilton not to be surrounded by the whole idiot brigade. “So, what, you want me to wingman for you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Thomas nodded eagerly. “I’ll distract Laurens and you tell him how great I am.”

Nevermind, this endeavor was doomed from the get go. “That only works when you’re hitting on strangers,” James hissed. “There is nothing I could possibly say that would make Hamilton change his opinion about you.”

Thomas clasped his hands around James’ elbow and actually resorted into giving him puppy eyes. “C’mon Jimmy James, my best pal in the whole world, please just do this one thing for me, you owe me!” When he realized this approach wasn’t working, Thomas raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Unless you want him for yourself, that is?”

James shot his friend a nasty look over the rim of the pint he was chugging. “That’s ludacris. Let’s go.”

Whatever. He’d get to tell him ‘I told you so’ afterwards.

“That seat is taken,” Laurens sneered as they slid into the booth. James and Thomas both ignored him.

“Having a fun night?” James asked, diplomatic.

“It  started off great,” Laurens said.

Thomas snorted. “Right, really looked like you were having a party over here. Hate to interrupt.”

Hamilton, who had yet to say anything, was eyeing them quizzically. “Did you, like, want something?”

“We’re all adults here,” James pitched his voice up before Thomas could say something snarky and make his already impossible task even more difficult. “Surely we can enjoy a round of drinks after work without acting like petty children.” He shot a warning glance at Thomas at the end of that sentence, partly to placate Hamilton. It made sense Thomas wanted him to wingman for him; as much as James sucked at flirting with people himself, working as a mediator had always been his strong suit.

Laurens opened his mouth, probably to tell them to piss off, but Hamilton raised a hand to quiet him down. “You buying?”

James sighed. “Sure.”

A round of martinis and an only semi-hostile conversation about different brands of gin later, Thomas elbowed James’ side so hard he would probably have a bruise the next day. The tipsy asshole.

“Let’s go for a smoke,” Thomas exclaimed, and grabbed John’s arm.

“Actually I vape-”

“Of course you do, c’mon.”

“Wait, what are you-”

Before Laurens could put up a proper fight, Thomas had hauled him off his seat and dragged him to the exit. Before they disappeared outside, Thomas shot an urging look to James over his shoulder: make him want me.

Fantastic.

James closed his eyes and sighed. How the hell did he get dragged into these situations?

Hamilton seemed amused, tracing the rim of his glass idly with his forefinger. He looked different in this setting than he did in the office, his tie loosened, stripped to his shirt with the top buttons undone and his hair down rather than in a slicked-back ponytail. Despite of the ever-present dark circles under his eyes and the tension he carried in his shoulders, he looked more at ease. Younger.

For some reason it reminded James of that time before their careers diverged and took them on very different paths, back when they would stay at the office together long after hours and write together. Hamilton had been very different back then, more concerned about changing the world than climbing the career ladder.

Well, lots of things had been different back then.

“You’re staring.”

James blinked. Ah, that look had always been the same, as long as he had known Hamilton. That sparkle of self-satisfied, playful amusement.

He cleared his throat and nodded to Hamilton’s empty glass. “Would you like another one?” He didn’t believe in getting people wasted and hitting on them, but Hamilton didn’t seem particularly drunk, or even tipsy. His eyes were sharp and there was only a light dusting of pink on the tops of his cheeks.

Hamilton leaned on his palm and hummed. “Nah, I think I’m good. Thanks, though.” He kept looking at James in that peculiar way, like he was figuring out a puzzle.

“You know, Thomas actually does appreciate your ideas at work. He just gets so passionate about public policy that he’s bad at showing it,” James said.

“Sure he does,” Hamilton smiled. He nodded to James’ lap. “Is that seat taken?”

“I, wh-” James stammered and blushed and Hamilton chuckled, clearly amused. James glanced to the exit, but there was no sign of Laurens of Thomas.

Hamilton started to shuffle over, sliding up to James’ side.

“You know,” James said weakly and tried to inch away from Hamilton. “Thomas had the highest GPA of out year when we graduated.”

“Uh huh,” Hamilton hummed and propped his arm on the back of the seat, behind James’ head.

“Hamilton, I-”

“Remember when you used to call me Alexander? What happened to that?”

James kept his eyes carefully fixated on his glass, avoiding Hamilton’s gaze.

“Things… changed.”

He could tell Hamilton was chewing on his lower lip. A hand landed on his knee, light. James should leave. He should. Thomas-

“They did,” Hamilton admitted. “But we’re being adults over here, right? We could pretend for a while that they haven’t, yeah?”

“Alexander,” James said because using his first name might make him actually listen. “This isn’t why we came over.” He finally managed to look the man in the eye, somehow. He was so close James could feel the heat radiating off his body.

There was something cat-like about Alexander’s smile. “I find you fascinating, James, did you know that?” Alexander traced an unintelligible pattern on James’ kneecap with his forefinger as he spoke. “Jefferson talks and postures and talks some more, but behind the scenes it’s all you, isn’t it? They’re your ideas that he flaunts around, but you’re just happy to sit back and watch, because it’s not about the glory or even the credit for you, isn’t it?”

James’ heart hammered in his throat as he tried and failed to look away from Alexander’s dark brown eyes and the soft-looking curve of his mouth. He wasn’t used to attention in general, but Alexander’s attention specifically weighed on him like a heavy blanket, like ball and chain shackled around his ankle as he was tossed into the deep end.

Alexander leaned in even further, solicitous like he was about to tell James a secret. “Do you want me to go home with Jefferson tonight?”

James looked into his eyes, steady for once, and said nothing.

Alexander seemed satisfied - he grabbed the front of James’ shirt and clashed their mouths together. James gave up on trying to pretend this wasn’t what he wanted and sank his hand into his hair. Alex hummed and opened his mouth as an invitation, and James licked into it like he was trying to get the martini he’d paid for back. Alexander’s hand squeezed on his knee and and he sighed into James’ mouth, tilting his head to slot their lips together more easily. His hair was silky and slippery between James’ fingers and he tried tugging on it slightly, experimentally, and was rewarded with a quiet, guttural moan.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted or who pulled back first, but eventually they separated, still sitting with Hamilton pressed flush against James’ side and both of them panting slightly.

“Not bad.” Hamilton chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Not bad at all, for a filthy turncoat republican, anyway.”

James licked his lips covertly, still tasting a hint Hamilton’s strawberry chapstick. His cheeks were on fire. “Why did you do that, Hamilton?”

Hamilton finally peeled himself off James’s side, reclined against the back of the seat and smirked. “It’s basic strategy. You undermine the power structure of a fuckboy-flock by going for the second in command.”

James followed Hamilton’s gaze to the front of the bar and cursed under his breath. There at the exit was Laurens, who looked like he was about to piss himself from laugher, and Thomas who spread his arms and mouthed three words at James: what the fuck?

James honestly had no answer to that.

He glared at Hamilton, with his slightly tousled hair and spit slick lips. “That was a dick move.”

Hamilton shrugged. “What, kinda like trying to help someone to sleep with their professional adversary so they can use it against them later?”

“That’s not-”

“Anyway, I don’t fuck republicans.” Alexander eyed James with something that looked disgustingly like regret. “Thanks for the makeout session, though.”

“Screw you,” James growled and left the booth. The worst part was that suddenly he was glad his pants were such a thick material that they disguised his earlier… excitement.

“Tell your buddy that he sure as hell won’t,” Hamilton callled after him. James flipped him off over his shoulder.

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6, 9, 16 And since asks are currently open I need to take the chance and tell you that THYP is probably the best fanfiction I've ever read - and that you are a great person!!

AW THANKS. Also, sorry for not having asks open earlier -- I honestly thought they were. *facepalm*6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.Ahhh these are all so interesting!! So i mean this presupposes that I have only one ship in any fandom, but i'm just going to arbitrarily pick out a fave and go through my fandoms in Chronological Order of when I got super, super into them.Star Wars: Han/Leia. Lord of the Rings: Eowyn/Faramir. Doctor Who: Ten/Rose. Sherlock: Started out as Johnlock, then fell H A R D into MorMor. Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra: Korrasami! GIVE ME MORE FEMSHIPS.Lord of the Rings Again, but this time Hobbit-Flavored: Bagginshield. James Bond (Craig Movies): 00QMCU: Stucky. Nine Time Winner of Worst Ever Shipname.damn i have had a lot of fandoms in my day, and I didn't even list the ones where I didn't really HAVE an otp. 9. What are the best things about your current fandom?The best things about my current fandom are the same best things about every fandom I've ever fallen hard into: Folks diving deep into analysis, fleshing out the worlds, and putting a new twist on the same old stories and characters. In the Captain America subdivision of the MCU fandom, the worldbuilding and analysis tends to be historically-flavored, which is just so HNNNNGH, but that's just a bonus to me.16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?Me: I mean I guess I'm not that into *trips* oh no *hundreds of ships start falling out of my pockets* OH NO THESE AREN'T MINE OH NO OHHHH NOOOOOOOnah but seriously, it would be easier to list UNpopular ships that I DO like. For Example? I actually like brucenat, despite the shoddy way it's handled in the movies, and despite Clintasha being one of my earliest and favoritest ships.