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— 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 wilson x brando (from 'this song' by conan gray)

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warnings/genre: angst if you squint, pining, lots of pining, fluff, minor jealous!wilson, lowercase intended

a/n: im so sorry this is so short i had a huge writer's block but these two are too adorable not to write about

wilson was a coward.

he was scared. scared that brando might see him differently if he read between the lines. scared that he might get to know that he was on wilson's mind everytime he blew on an eyelash or a dandelion. everytime he saw an 11:11.

so coming back for summer after leaving the suburbs had him afraid that everything between him and bran would've changed. they'd be distant, nervous and awkward.

hence, when bran drove to pick him up, his nerves were a mess. the wind was calming though; running through his hair and feeling like soft kisses on his skin.

it did little to quell the thick tension of unspoken words and unsaid feelings and when wilson couldn't take it anymore, he broke the silence.

"hey bran?"

"yeah, will?"

"what's with," he pointed at the rearview mirror, "all the wishbones?"

bran let out a breathy sigh. "i guess i have a lot of wishes"

"but doesn't it make you sad?"

"why?"

"because someone always gets the short end of the stick"

being with brando made him feel like he never left. they eased into their version of normal in no time, and wilson questioned why he had ever thought that things would be weird with bran.

this was bran he was talking about. bran who climbed onto his bed through the window when he was asleep and yet felt like he belonged there. bran who ran through the fields and zoomed down roads on bicycles with him like they were kids again.

with him, wilson was fearless.

with him, he felt that he had the courage to conquer the world, as long as bran was beside him.

with him, wilson wanted to be forever. as friends, best friends or something more; it didn't matter.

until it did.

bran was chatting with a girl through the window of the corner store, laughing and smiling even when she wasn't saying anything remotely amusing. he leaned against the adjacent wall, listening; fading into the background.

that night, for the first time, he wished for something different. he wished he was that girl.

it had to change, something had to. wilson had to take the first step because the last thing he wanted was for bran to slip through his fingers when they made promises of forever.

but he was afraid. afraid that he would change everything between him and his best friend, for the worse.

sitting on the roof, he couldn't help but long for bran, even though he was sitting beside him. the morning sun couldn't shine brighter than him, will thought. there was a different glow surrounding him.

they laughed at an inside joke, unfunny but theirs. will looked down, then back at him and he saw something change in his eyes. something softer, yet sharp. the air between them shifted into uncertainty.

in an instant, bran's lips were on his, feeling like they somehow belonged there. wilson kissed back like it was natural. that this was meant to happen.

that day, brando kissed him like he knew he had been his wish all along.

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─ 2+2 equals 5...? nerd!satoru x gn!reader headcanons

content (genre and warnings): non-sorcerer au, sfw, nerd!gojo, academic rivalry, light banter, kissing, mild language, 100% tooth rotting fluff, not proofread

word count: 0.5 k

nerd!satoru who is effortlessly everyone's favourite. he's this untouchable, einstein-incarnate-stuck-in-a-hot-body who gets celebrity treatment. even the janitor loves him, for some reason unknown to you

nerd!satoru who spends all his time playing digimon yet still manages to score better than you. it gets on your nerves, seeing the wide grin he gives you when he manages to beat you by one mark

nerd!satoru who is seen by everyone, but he is the only one who sees you. even though you're constantly competing, he admires your intelligence.

nerd!satoru who purposefully argues with you in front of the entire class, even if his argument isn't valid. he just loves seeing you fume and defend your points like your life depends on it

nerd!satoru who carries a extra pencil during tests because he knows you lose yours easily. if he's going to beat you, better do it fair and square

nerd!satoru who defends you in front of his friends. nerds stick together, right?

nerd!satoru who gets paired with you for a project. the smartest kids of the school together, you were bound to make some huge scientific breakthrough, or so everyone thought

nerd!satoru who shows up late, glasses crooked on his nose, headphones around his neck. his sweater falls off one shoulder (his collarbones are rather distracting) and he gives you the same shit eating grin when he apologises for being late

nerd!satoru who cracks bad jokes and plays video games while you stress over the assignment

nerd!satoru who spends the rest of your study session lore dumping about some movie he had watched the other day and you can't help but smile at him while he rambles because his happiness is contagious. the project is long forgotten

nerd!satoru who falls asleep on the table during one of your sessions because he was up all night gaming. his eyes are shut, his hair falling over them and his glasses sit awkwardly on his nose bridge. you almost coo at how adorable he looks. was he always this cute?

nerd!satoru who walks you home when your study sessions stretch a bit too long and the sun has set. he calls it 'being a gentleman'

nerd!satoru who saves your number on his phone as 'my beloved nemesis' with a blue heart emoji

nerd!satoru who calls you at ungodly times to ramble and goes on even when your end of the line is dead silent

nerd!satoru who walks you to your classes

nerd!satoru who actually jumps in joy when you call him your friend

nerd!satoru who invites you over to play digimon

nerd!satoru who is overjoyed when you accept. spends extra time cleaning his room and setting up drinks and snacks

nerd!satoru who looks gorgeous in the dim lighting of his room, dressed in his digimon t-shirt, surrounded by his figures and plushies. when he smiles after he wins against you, you can't help but kiss him

nerd!satoru who freezes up but kisses you back, unable to hold in his grin. who spends the next hour laying beside you and staring up at his ceiling, muttering over and over again 'you kissed me' with a lovestruck smile

nerd!satoru who tells everyone at school the next day that you were finally his girlfriend

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─ strangers ‧ gojo satoru

synopsis: the universe does everything in its power to remind you of your ex-lover

pairing: gojo satoru x reader (implied f!)

content (genre and warnings): non-sorcerer au, heartbreak (no happy ending), angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of drinking and alcohol, implied emotional manipulation, reader gets ghosted, mentions of throwing up, not proofread, inspired by strangers by kenya grace

word count: 0.9 k

a/n: im scared shitless to post this haha

Moving to New York was supposed to be a fresh start. After spending days and days sobbing your heart out on your bed, you decided not to spend your already boring life crying over some boy who couldn’t even bother to break up with you face-to-face.

So, you packed your bags and moved in temporarily with your best friend until you got your bearings back. The plan was simple: socialise, meet new people, and hopefully fall in love with one.

Three steps to a healed heart — you thought it would be easy. But fate has a cruel way to reopen wounds you thought you had healed.

The girl — your date — sat across from you with a dazzling smile, almost as bright as his, but not quite. Her eyes were also blue (oh, you hated your life right now), but darker than his, and her hair was platinum blonde — almost white if the light hit just right. It was like every person you met felt dull in comparison to the man you had loved, because he was the moon who effortlessly outshined every star that tried to twinkle brighter than him. You couldn’t help but compare everyone to him.

But you forced him out of your thoughts, focusing on your date. Gigi — that was her name, as far as you could recall. Gigi Scott. You cursed the universe for making the one girl you finally liked have the same initials as your ex.

Despite that, it was fun with her. You talked and laughed and got drunk; she kissed you against the wall of the restaurant, her hand sliding to your waist. Your eyes fell shut as her lips latched onto your neck, tilting your head to the side to give her more access.

That was until she called you a nickname. The same nickname he used to call you.

The hands that were clutching the fabric of her shirt froze uncomfortably in place; even your breath got stuck in your throat. She felt your body go rigid and pulled back, concern filling her eyes.

The last straw was her bringing your knuckles to her lips and pressing a featherlight kiss onto them. It was twisted — she did it exactly like he used to. Her dark blue eyes seemed lighter now, the same comforting smile on her lips. She kissed you where he used to kiss, called your name like he did.

Muttering a feeble apology, you fled. Everything reminded you of him — everyone. You saw him when you looked up at the night sky, when you watched movies you both had watched together, when you ate something he had cooked for you while you were crashing at his place. You saw him in everyone’s smile, everyone’s eyes; you remembered him when you saw the small convenience store selling mochi or a little boy eating blue-colored ice cream.

It was stupid; Gigi was nice. She was funny, loud, and gorgeous, but she was too much like someone who had broken your heart. You knew how the story would go. You’d get in her car, and she’d flash you an easy smile before kissing you again, still smiling against your lips. More kisses, until you’d recline in your seats, flushed and grinning. You’d talk, and so would she — until your throats were hoarse and your eyes drooping.

She’d visit you in between your classes, sneaking in a kiss in the hallway. She’d make you homemade lunches with little notes and memorise your coffee order. She’d make you playlists and wear a hair tie around her wrist just in case you forgot. She’d fawn over you in front of her friends and cover you with a blanket when you fell asleep on the couch. She’d always be the first one to comment and like your posts, and pretend to have a heart attack every time you started to leave without kissing her in the morning.

She’d say her I love you’s when you both were basking in the afterglow, the sun peeking through the windows. She’d hold you while you cried with snotty tears and reassure you that you were still the prettiest girl she had seen, even with your mascara smudged. She’d hold your hair back when you threw up from drinking too much.

And when you were in too deep — too in love — she’d leave.

One day, you’d return from your classes to find your dorm empty, almost lifeless. You’d text her a where r u? and it would be left on delivered. Her friends would tell you — after two whole days of you freaking out over whether she was alive or not — that she had moved. Not to another city, not another state, but countries. She hadn’t even bothered to tell you — not even a text.

She had just left you with a broken heart and a hell of a lot of feelings.

You would spend days crying, blaming him, then yourself, then the universe. The tears would dry out, and you’d try to move on — but you’d see her everywhere. She’d haunt you.

You knew how it would go, because it was exactly how it went with Gojo Satoru.

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─ all because i liked a boy ‧ r. e. dare

synopsis: rachel throughout the pjo books

content (genre and warnings): unrequited love, rachel elizabeth dare chooses herself, percy jackson being oblivious, mentions of annabeth chase, hestia being a slay, lowercase intended.

word count: 0.4 k

rachel elizabeth dare had been in love exactly two times in her life.

the first was in elementary school; with the nice blonde boy with hazel eyes who gave her candy when she fell down and bruised her knee.

the second was with the boy who stabbed her for sneezing at hoover dam.

having a crush on percy jackson was no surprise, given how perfect he was. rachel was more concerned for those who didn't like him at first glance.

falling in love with him was like being dunked into cold water.

when she found percy at goode high school and wrote her number on his hand (while getting glared by a blonde), she didn't mean anything by it. nothing romantic of course.

everything changed in the labyrinth though.

when she asked percy to hang out, it was inherently romantic.

when he drove them both to south shore, rachel attempted to convince him to go to st. thomas with her. and her parents, but it'd be just the two of them. her heart sunk a little when he declined, but she understood. understood that he had the responsibility of the whole world on his shoulders. understood that he couldn't pick her over the war. that didn't stop the slight resentment in her heart, though.

flirting with percy jackson was hard when he didn't realise that half the world was in love with him. so when they stood over the shoreline, she decided to go for it, kissing him and making him realise that she was in fact, in love with him. before percy chose the war over her, again.

rachel had done many daring things for her loved ones, sure, but flying over to a frozen new york in a helicopter for a boy who she knew wouldn't leave her camp life for her was a new one. where she nearly died, barely saved by the blonde, annabeth, who seemed to only glare at her.

the one who actually saved her was hestia.

when hestia told her to let go of her 'distractions', rachel had an epiphany. she wasn't in love with percy, she was in love with the world percy came from. he chose war over her and she chose herself.

rachel elizabeth dare had been in love only once in her life.

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sinner not a saint - percy.j

synopsis: is percy jackson going to be okay?

content (genre and warnings): angst angst angst, suicidal and thoughts about dying, hurt/comfort, romantic!percabeth not implied.

word count: 0.6 k

Percy Jackson was not okay. And that was terrifying.

He sat under the shower, the water falling around him in a dome-like shape; never touching his skin. As if the water didn't want to cleanse him. Maybe he had so much blood on his hands that even the water couldn't clean it.

Get up. He tried to will himself. Get up, everyone is waiting for you. He wish they didn't. He wished they saw what kind of monster he was; a sinner and not the saint everyone thought he was.

On some days, Percy wished Annabeth didn't fall into Tartarus with him. Maybe if he was alone in that pit, he'd wouldn't be alive right now. Maybe everyone would be happier.

His mom wouldn't have to worry herself over whether he was alive every few days. His sister won't have to live with a murderer of a brother. Annabeth won't have to stay with a person who could lose control at any moment now. Grover won't have to call a freak his best friend.

Most they'd do is cry. Mourn. Few days, Few years at most. Then they'd move on. Camp half-blood would get another hero, Annabeth would get another partner, Grover would get another best friend. Sally would still have one child.

"Seaweed brain? you in there?" He heard Annabeth's voice from outside the door, slightly muffled. He didn't want her to see him right now. So broken. No, he was supposed to be the strong one.

"Y-yeah. In here!"

"You okay? Can I come in?" Annabeth saw right through him. Dammit, why did she know him so well?

Taking the silence as an answer, Annabeth slowly twisted the door knob, muttering a small 'coming in', peeking into the bathroom.

What she saw, broke her heart into shards, every one of them poking her uncomfortably. The shower glass was fogged and her Percy was on the floor, knees to his chest, staring at gods know where.

His eyes were a unsettling shade of green.

Not his usual sea-green; the shade that was more comforting to her than any home she had. No, this was a horrifying shade. Blank, dark and void of his usual cheerfulness.

"It won't touch me," he looked up to the shower-head "The water won't touch me." his voice was hoarse, like he had screamed too much, cried too much. "Do I have so much blood on my hands that I don't deserve to be cleaned?"

Annabeth wanted to sob. Hold him and sob. Tell him that no, it wasn't his fault. Nothing was his fault. It was the gods and their stupid plans. It was the gods, always.

Instead she turned off the shower, helping him stand up and brought him to sit on his bed. She soaked a towel in some water, carefully wiping the blood off his face.

This time the water touched him. Cleaned him.

"I'm sorry, Annie" he mumbled quietly; words she never wanted to hear again.

"If you say 'sorry' one more time, I'm going to eat all of Sally's cookies" she chuckled, teasing him, even though tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"It's not your fault, seaweed brain. Never. It will never be your fault."

"It is though. I'm a murderer, a monster, a freak. I scared you in Tartarus. I've killed more people than my age. I don't deserve what I have"

"You didn't choose to kill people, did you? The gods, the fates, they made you do it. I know that you'd never choose to hurt people if your had a choice. But you didn't Percy. And its not your fault. And in Tartarus, even though I was scared, I know it was necessary. I know you did it to save us. And I know because you promised me, you won't do it again. You're not a murderer, a monster, a freak; you're a kid, Percy. A kid who's gone through too much shit."

Warm tears stained both of their faces, as they sobbed together, Percy on the bed, Annabeth kneeling on the floor. Her arms' were wrapped around his torso and his, around her neck.

Maybe not right now, but Percy Jackson was going to be okay.

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𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

synopsis: grayson davenport hawthorne is sick. luckily his beloved girlfriend is there to help him.

pairing: grayson x reader (implied f!)

content (genre and warnings): reader's gender is not specified but 'girlfriend' is used once, fluff 100% fluff, banter, sickfic, grayson folds for reader, just grayson getting the love he deserves

word count: 0.5 k

"Gray?", you called out sleepily, half awake, but fully aware of the warm, shirtless body beside you. Grayson's hand was firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling your back even closer to his chest, if that was possible.

"You feel hot", you continued, propping on your elbows to look at his face properly. His normally perfect hair was dishevelled, but he still managed to look perfect. The kind of perfection which gave you butterflies.

"I know you find me hot, darling, but it isn't a reason to break our peaceful slumber in the middle of the night, is it?", Grayson answered, half annoyed, half amused, his voice even deeper than usual. He opened his eyes to look at you properly, running his hand through his hair.

"Not like that!", you gasped, as your cheeks burned red. "I'm saying, I think you have a fever."

"What?", your boyfriend asked with pure confusion painted all over his face. He looked absolutely adorable; it was an extremely rare sight.

"A Hawthorne doesn't get sick", he scoffed, as if you had told a dad joke. He was now fully awake and fully annoyed.

"Being a Hawthorne doesn't mean you're immune to diseases", you countered, exasperated, which was justified due to his utterly ridiculous statement. "Unless your sadistic psychopathic grandpa altered your genes to make you immune. Wouldn't be surprising, actually."

Grayson threw you a look and you rolled your eyes. You put your palm flat on his forehead and flinched back.

"You're burning!", you said, concerned, lines etching on your forehead. You stood up and rummaged through the bed-side table, and retrieved a thermometer with a victorious smile.

"Here", you tossed it to him. "Take your temperature, I'll be right back with some medicine."

You quickly ran and brought the paracetamol with a glass of water. He protested, but swallowed it once you glared at him. Yes, the all feared Grayson Hawthorne folded at your one glance.

"Now rest up", you ordered, getting into bed beside him, sitting up against the headboard. He took your hand and patted his head. You sighed, moving his head onto your lap, running your fingers through his hair, just how he liked it.

"Who would think that Grayson Davenport Hawthorne cannot sleep without his girlfriend playing with his hair", you giggled and he blushed from embarrassment. Oh, how you wanted to snap a picture right there and then, and then trade it with Jameson or Xander for some "Hawthorne gossip".

"Oh shut it", he mumbled as he snuggled closer to you, drifting asleep.

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Prompt,

"the world wasn't created equal,"

"Yes it was, then someone decided they were better,"

η καρδιά της Αθήνας

synopsis: the princess of athens falls in love with a thief

pairing: percy x annabeth (percy jackson and the olympians)

content (genre and warnings): mortal!au, princess!annabeth x thief!percy, inspired by aladdin, angst, fighting, no happy ending

word count: 0.5 k

“Percy!”, the princess of Athens hissed, helping the boy climb through her bedroom’s window. Her golden-blond hair shone in the moonlight, making her seem even more gorgeous to him. Gods, she looks so pretty when she’s mad. He grinned sheepishly.

How Annabeth Chase, the sharp-witted strategist, heir to the kingdom of Athens, had fallen in love with a common thief was a huge mystery; even to herself, but deep down she knew she had fallen for him the minute he had helped her escape the palace.

“How many times have I told you to not visit me at night?!”, the princess dragged him and made him sit on her bed, “It's so dangerous; guards, soldiers and you could get injured from climbing my tower! It’s almost 7 stories tall for Athena’s sake!”

The thief, who had already stolen her heart, looked at her with a love struck grin. Standing up, he cupped her cheeks and rested his forehead on hers.

“I missed you too much to care about falling and getting caught, wise girl”, he whispered lowly, his voice only audible to her, “And, as a professional thief, these are insignificant risks”

“You really are a seaweed brain.” she shook her head, giggling.

“Jokes aside, Annie”, his voice suddenly had an urgent undertone as he ushered her to sit down, taking a seat beside her himself, “I don’t want to sneak in anymore. I don’t want to meet in secret. I don’t want you to meet any other suitors when I know that I’m the one who has your heart-”

She paused, processing what he had just said. Does he mean-

“-I want to reveal our relationship. I love you and you love me, what’s stopping us?”, he took her hands in his, a hopeful expression on his face.

She pulled her hands back, exasperated. “I’m the heir, the princess. If they found out that I love someone who isn’t a prince, they’ll kill you!” her heart broke at Percy’s dejected expression, but what she said was the truth.

“But I don’t care about what they say or do! We’ll find a way; like we always have”, he looked at her again; his sea-green eyes pleading, voice cracking, “Please?”

“You don’t care, but I do!”, she didn’t recognize the tone she was using, too furious, too loud and seething like venom on her tongue, “I’m not like you. I’m not a thief. I have responsibilities; unlike you I can’t run away from my problems.”

She took a deep breath, trying to think level-head again, failing as she noticed the wounded expression on Percy’s face. “You and me; it’s forbidden. The world wasn’t created equal”, her voice dropped dangerously low.

“Yes it was”, Jaw clenched, eyes blood-shot, his voice hoarse, “then someone decided they were better.”

Percy Jackson left through the same window he had entered through, leaving Annabeth Chase sitting on her bed, regretting the entire conversation.

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BASIC IDEAS UNDER THE CUT

café d'amour

averyjameson (angst and i haven't named it yet) ╰┈➤avery inherits everything, including her mother's illness.

forget him (sequel to remember me?) ╰┈➤years later, pip and ravi are happily growing old. unfortunately for them, their child follows their footsteps. what happens when their child decides to investigate jason bell's mysterious murder as their epq project?

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Percy Jackson, a totally 'normal' high-schooler, falls in love with the pretty (scary) blonde barista, another 'normal' high-schooler, Annabeth Chase. Will his feelings be reciprocated or will they remain 'just friends'? Will something beautiful blossom in the café of love?

chapter 1

chapter 2 (coming soon...)

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𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮

synopsis: libby gets hate on insta posts and who is nash not to defend his beloved soon-to-be-wife?

pairing: libby x nash (the inheritance games)

content: fluff fluff fluff, hate comments, nash and libby being the perfect couple, mentions of their wedding

word count: 500

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goth_cupcakes baking for my fiancé! <3

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user1 girl i beg you for the recipe 🙏🙏 ↳goth_cupcakes its here [link] ↳user1 you are a goddess thank you ↳user2 she's acc so sweet (like her cookies) liked by goth_cupcakes

cowboylikeme can't wait to marry you ↳goth_cupcakes exactly like its such a LONG time, i want to marry you NOW >:( ↳cowboylikeme patience love ↳user5 i DID NOT need to be reminded of my singleness on a sunday morning >:( ↳scones_ontop frfr ↳motherfaxingmax HEY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

hawthorne_heiress gimme some later ↳cowboylikeme hawthornes don't share cookies ↳daredevil he never said smth like this SHARE THE DAMN COOKIES

Grayson_Hawthorne The cupcakes look nice. ↳goth_cupcakes thank you gray but please for the love of god and your work, drop the capitals and punctuation ↳Grayson_Hawthorne No.

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cowboylikeme give me my hat back

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goth_cupcakes nope ↳cowboylikeme please? ↳goth_cupcakes you can do better ↳cowboylikeme my gorgeous goddess girlfriend, soon to be wife, the love and light of my life, i, on my knees beg you to return my hat ↳goth_cupcakes fine 🙄 take the damn hat back ↳hawthorne_heiress everyone, she's sobbing cuz of the 'wife' ↳goth_cupcakes IM NOT ↳user7 i love my parents

user5 the way she keeps him on his knees 🛐 liked by cowboylikeme ↳hawthorne_heiress my sister's so girlboss ↳motherfaxingmax i need lessons cuz my "boyfriend" FORGOT that he had a girlfriend 🙄 ↳scones_ontop I SAID IM SORRY

user6 does no one realise that she's manipulating everyone by being OVERLY sweet SHE IS A LIAR ↳cowboylikeme with all due respect, which is none, fuck off. ↳user2 no one needs your toxicity here ↳hawthorne_heiress bitch you're trying to gaslight people into thinking my sister is manipulative, you're the liar here

user12 user6 OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS ↳user18 EXACTLY LIKE SHE'S DISGUSTING ↳Grayson_Hawthorne I have the names and social security numbers.

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cowboylikeme i'd happily get manipulated by this gorgeous liar

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goth_cupcakes 🥹🥹 i love you so so so so much ↳cowboylikeme i love you more darling

user7 if my bf ain't like this im dumping his ass ↳user5 hawthornes raised our standards too high then left us with too high standards and no bitches

user3 user6's been real quiet since this dropped ↳user1 i acc feel second-hand embarrassment for them ↳user2 and user12 and user18 too ↳user4 i heard they went into hiding

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a/n: i'm sorry this so short, its my first smau ever so lmk if you like it

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𝓒 𝓗 𝓐 𝓟 𝓣 𝓔 𝓡 𝓞 𝓝 𝓔

synopsis: percy meets his crush and leaves a weird first impression

pairing: percy x annabeth (percy jackson and the olympians)

content: highschool!au, mortal!au, coffeeshop!au, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, annabeth's family is shit

word count: 1144

Percy Jackson was special. In a bad way. The type of special having a single mother, absent father, an abusive ex step-father, ADHD, dyslexia and a bad school record made you. 

Percy Jackson was normal. He had a loving mother and a step-father who had been there for him more than his biological father. He had amazing friends, who supported him through his hard times. He was trying his best to become a psychologist for children; to help little kids not have the nightmares he had everyday. He considered himself a normal high-schooler.

He also had a huge crush on the barista at the local coffee shop

Annabeth Chase was special. In a bad way. The type of special having a neglectful father, non-existent mother, an ‘evil’ step-mother , ADHD, dyslexia and running away from your own house at the mere age of 7 made you.

Annabeth Chase was normal. She had found her family; a girl named Thalia, who had taken the place of being her big sister and simultaneously her best friend. Thalia had practically raised her; taught her everything her mother was supposed to. Luke was her protector, not that she needed one obviously, but he was her guide. The one she turned to when things got a little hard. She worked harder and harder everyday. She wanted to become an architect because she never had something permanent for herself so she wanted to design something that would stay. 

She was also the barista at the local coffee shop. The cafe of love; cafe d’amour

Not her dream job; just something part time to pay her rent and feed her stomach. Her scholarship covered the tuition fee; not anything else. She had to work for it.

“ORDER NUMBER 31, KINDLY PICK UP YOUR ORDER,” her voice rang loud and clear in the small coffee shop, at the corner of the street. It was a monday morning, and mondays were always the busiest. 

“Hi- uh- its- uh- it’s my order,” a boy with tousled raven hair stuttered out, “Um uh- I am Percy. Uh- you must know me, I study in your school. We have one class together. Where you sit at the back. Uh, when some girl dropped coffee on your shirt, I was the one who gave you tissues.” he spoke proudly, like a puppy waiting for praise.

Percy Jackson. That name struck no significant memory in her brain, except she vaguely remembered some boy who tripped and fell face flat on the ground because he was busy staring. At her. He looked no older than 17 and he wore a blue hoodie that said ‘fish lives matter’ and black joggers. His face was flushed and he kept stuttering. A lot.

“I don’t know you,” she muttered flatly, mostly out of annoyance, “And that will be $18.34 dollars. Cash or card?,” the boy was still zoned and flustered, “Please collect your order and move ahead; there are customers waiting behind you.”

He cursed and mumbled a quick apology and made the payment. 

This boy was weird. In fact, this whole interaction was weird. 

Percy Jackson had one class together with the (slightly rude but cute) barista, Annabeth Chase (he found out her name from her work badge): Algebra. Percy hated maths in general, but algebra and statistics were the required courses in order to pursue his dream. Also he got to see the smart blonde who had his heart.

He was currently trying not to zone out in class. The teacher was babbling about her life or something, he didn’t care. He tried not to focus on one thing: There was no sign of Annabeth Chase. 

Usually she sat at the back of the class, playing sims or minecraft, but could still answer anything the teacher asked. She’d often argue with the teacher, but from what Percy heard, she would be extremely enthusiastic in classes she loved. In short, she made her presence known; and today she was nowhere to be found.

Percy always chose the far seat, at the back of the cafeteria. Nobody bothered him, that’s how he liked it. Hazel and Frank were on leave that day, probably doing something cutesy or their couples thingy. His best friend, Grover, was nowhere to be seen. Or Percy spoke too soon.

“HEY MAN,” Grover said with too much enthusiasm for Percy’s liking, ‘patting’ his back so hard that Percy’s face was shoved into his food. Grover was a 5'7 guy with an obsession with plants and animals. He was the person who’d ditch his plans to go on a nature protest.

“Hey,” Percy replied with the opposite level of enthusiasm, “Have you seen Annabeth? She wasn’t in class today.”

As if on cue, the said blonde walked into the cafeteria, heading to their table. Percy was awestruck; his brain unable to form coherent sentences. Although she seemed very distressed. And her eyes and nose were red. It took Percy less than a second to put two and two together; Annabeth was crying and probably had a panic attack.

“Hey Grover, about the nature trail plan we made, we’re rescheduling it. Something came up with my family.” she sniffled and Grover nodded like he understood. She flashed Percy a look of recognition, probably from their awkward encounter at the coffee shop. Percy had never blushed harder in his life; due to embarrassment of course.

“So, you call yourself my best friend, yet you didn’t tell me you were going on a nature trail with my crush?!” Percy confronted Grover as soon as Annabeth was gone, trying to make his voice deep to sound scary. He failed terribly. 

“I uh- I was going to tell-” Percy didn’t let him finish.

“And you never told me that you were that close to her where you go on trips,” Percy held his heart to mock being hurt. Grover took it seriously.

“Didn’t think you’d be that head over heels,” Grover grumbled and picked at his food,

“Also I couldn’t bring you on the trip; I actually was going to, but after your very weird encounter. Dude you actually sounded obsessed.”

Percy wanted to turn time back and erase that encounter.

Annabeth tried to be the best at everything she did; whether it was calculus or coffee making. Validation had never been given to her by her parents, so she craved it desperately. She volunteered at places, did extra-credit in her favourite classes and tried to be the best. She needed to be. She never had a competitor; she took them down as soon as they appeared. Annabeth Chase never gave up.

So on a slow Thursday morning, she didn’t expect a newbie to appear. Especially not the weird boy from before. And she definitely didn’t want to be the one to train him.

“Hey, I’m Percy Jackson. It’s my first day here.”

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Percy Jackson, a totally 'normal' high-schooler, falls in love with the pretty (scary) blonde barista, another 'normal' high-schooler, Annabeth Chase. Will his feelings be reciprocated or will they remain 'just friends'? Will something beautiful blossom in the café of love?

COMING SOON!

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