Why have you stopped writing was born to lead?
I… didn’t want to answer this question. But it seems like you misunderstood me a little, because I’ve never said I’m stopping to write WBTL. It’s on hiatus now, it’s not abandoned.
Anyway, I admit I had a lot more dramatic~ answer to this question in my head when I first saw it, but after all I realized the main reason I’m stepping away from publishing the chapters is… life.
There are too many external factors that prevent me from being as productive as I’d like to be and given the fact I’m a lot more emotional than I think I am (damn it), I know I’ll be way too harsh on myself for not updating often (I update almost every month now, which, I think, is often enough, given how long my chapters are).
But I write this fic for joy only. And I want it to bring me joy only. The way to achieve it is to write it for myself. But I want to assure you that the fic is not abandoned. I just stop publishing the chapters until the entire story is finished.
I have no idea when I finish it. But for now, I just hope I’ll manage to do it.
I’m actually on hiatus now (and no, this is not some summer vacation hiatus, as I said I won’t publish the chapters until I finish the story, so it’s going to be quite a long lasting hiatus) and I won’t write anything for at least a month (unless I’ll get hit by some extremely cool idea that I’d want to write down right away), because I have some big plans in terms of outline and editing.
But that’s actually a good thing, because it means WBTL is not escaping from my head. If you want to send me my characters for the OCs ask games, or give me suggestions for the story, or simply talk about it with me, please do. I won’t mind. On the contrary, I’ll be extremely happy to know that any of you are still interested.
I hope it clears things up and you understand why I’ve made this decision.
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actually I do want to talk about Sally Jackson a tad more because one criticism I've been hearing about her book counterpart more recently is "book Sally is one-dimensional: the perfect mother with no flaws" and that just has me biting my cheek because one part of her book counterpart that I always thought was ripe with discussion and didn't make it to the show is that Sally states that it was selfish of her to keep Percy close. It's one of the last things she says to him before she's "killed" by the minotaur.
And there's so much that we don't know about Sally because we view her from Percy's eyes. From his perspective we know that she's exceedingly kind, she never raises her voice to him or even Gabe, and she endured a horrible and abusive relationship to protect her son from monsters (of a different kind).
But there are things we can piece together from the text: Sally has known about CHB for a long time, apparently since before Percy was even born because Poseidon told her he wanted to send Percy there; she was told that it was a mistake for her to keep Percy close - who told her that, we're not sure, she only uses the phrase they; she's been in contact with Grover through out the school year; she knows that she can't cross the camp boundary line, which means either Grover or someone else (Chiron? Poseidon?) told her that, and that she understood that there was place that Percy would be safe from monsters.
And all of these little details are so interesting because it does make you wonder just how much she did or didn't know. Was her self assessment right? Was it selfish of her to keep Percy close?
On one hand, she kept him close because she loved him, alongside the fear that if she sent him to camp, she would be saying goodbye for good -- so is it even fair to call the act of keeping him close selfish? Or perhaps, much like Chiron, she assumed keeping Percy in the dark would be safer?
But on the other hand, Percy had been attracting monsters all his childhood, she understood camp was a safe place from monsters, and she had apparently been told explicitly that it was a mistake for her to keep him close.
And then adding in the factors of: Percy is her only family in the entire world, she's been suffering with Gabe for years, sacrificing so much in order to keep Percy safe when he's at home... but even that has a touch of sad irony because when we meet Percy in tlt, its at point when he's not really home at all -- he's been regularly sent off to boarding schools, so much so that he's internalized it as his own short-coming.
And all of this isn't to say "Omg Sally is actually horrible" or to assert definitely that she is selfish... but more to speak to the fact that in the books, she's not an all-perfect 2-dimensional mother. And her self-assessment of selfishness is something that is really interesting to explore and debate given the implications of what she apparently did (or did not) know about the godly world. I feel there's even an argument to be made that Sally being "selfish" could be a reflection of Percy's fatal flaw.
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𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | riley poole x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - having a girlfriend who can decode secret messages comes in handy when you're a treasure hunter; and having a clingy, needy treasure hunter boyfriend can be annoying when you're trying to decode something, but you find a way to compromise.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 4.4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - SMUT (18+ only, and honestly who under 18 is watching this 20 year old movie about the declaration of independence? regardless, minors go away), established relationship, free use kink, touch of dumbification kink, FLIP PHONES (oh the noughties nostalgia), a totally unnecessary plot because everyone deserves a dose of colonial american history with their filth, riley and reader being nerdlove goals
(honestly can't believe I actually wrote this but now that I did I'm like hold up... is this my new obsession??)
When Ben answered the door obviously not ready, and obviously surprised by Riley’s presence, it didn’t take a genius to put together that he’d forgotten about tonight— which Riley had sort of seen coming, with how many times this one thing had been put off or rescheduled at the last minute. One of the downsides of being a treasure hunter? Your coworkers tend to be somewhat… unreliable.
“Riley— what are you doing here?” Ben wondered.
“Warm greeting as always…” Riley sighed before answering the question: “I'm here to pick you up.”
Ben gave Riley an even more confused look.
“For dinner,” Riley added flatly. “At Talerico’s. To meet my—”
“To meet your new girlfriend, oh god,” Ben realized, “was that tonight?”
“No, it's tomorrow, I'm just picking you up twenty-four hours in advance,” Riley replied snarkily.
“I'm sorry, Riley,” Ben sighed, “I really— I do wanna meet her, Abigail did too— but I completely forgot— can we move this to another night?”
“Ben, we've moved this so many times that she's not even a new girlfriend anymore,” Riley sighed.
“I know, I know, but we can't tonight— Abigail just went out,” Ben justified.
“Where'd the missus go?”
“The library, she's trying to help me with something.”
“A clue? It's another clue, isn't it,” Riley realized, not trying very hard to hide his excitement.
“I was going to call you tomorrow,” Ben explained. “Come in, I’ll show you.”
After walking into Ben’s house and upstairs to the study, Riley wrinkled his brow when Ben handed him the coded message. “Well, that’s just a whole bunch of letters,” Riley noticed.
“Astute as always, Riley,” Ben frowned. “We found them in a journal that belonged to James Madison.”
“Why would James Madison write down a bunch of random letters in his journal?”
“No— each letter was underlined in a different entry. And, at the back, we found this,” Ben continued, showing Riley a scanned parchment.
“GABE FADECCE,” Riley read aloud, changing his mind a few times about the pronunciation. “It’s a name, right?”
“It must be,” Ben shrugged, “but we’ve been searching online for any evidence of a Fadecce family or a Gabriel that worked for or with Madison, and we haven’t found anyone. That’s what Abigail went to the library for.”
“It sounds Italian, could he be Italian?” Riley wondered as Ben set down the images with a sigh.
“I don’t know— possibly, but we’re at a dead end at this point,” Ben replied. “I’m sure we’d have a lot more to work with if we could decipher those letters from the journal entries, but we were up all night trying to figure it out—”
“Not what I’d be up all night doing with my girlfriend, but okay,” Riley interjected.
“And I haven’t gotten anywhere with it,” Ben concluded.
“Wait— you can't solve it?” Riley challenged with a smug grin. “The Ben Gates can't solve a clue?”
“It's not that I can't, it's just that a code like this requires a lot of time,” Ben explained. “I'm a historian, not a cryptographer.”
“We need a codebreaker,” Riley nodded thoughtfully, “somebody who can decode something this complex, and knows enough about the Founding Fathers to have some context for the message...” He tapped on his chin like he was really thinking about it, before proudly smiling and tilting his head in faux-realization. “Hey, how about a former intelligence agent who specialized in decryption, with a master's in world history and beautiful eyes that you can get lost in for hours?”
Ben raised an eyebrow at Riley. “Yes, that would be great— give or take the eyes thing— but where are you gonna find one of those?”
“At Talerico’s,” Riley announced, “waiting at a table for four.”
“Your girlfriend is a cryptographer?” Ben realized with wide eyes.
“I told you you'd like her,” Riley beamed.
~
Riley was engrossed in his game, furiously clicking the mouse and clacking at the keyboard before mumbling a curse of defeat and pulling the headset off; sighing, he turned around and looked over the back of the couch at you.
He'd only started playing the game because you weren't giving him attention, so it made sense that as soon as he died, he'd go back to bugging you. “Hey,” he greeted plainly, smiling yet clearly fighting the urge to pout.
You were laying on your stomach on the bed, half-dressed, looking at the pages Ben had given you and scribbling notes on a pad. “Hey,” you returned flatly after a pause, adjusting your reading glasses before taking a few more notes.
“You look cute doing that,” he hummed.
“Doing what?”
“Thinking.”
You frowned a little in concentration but didn't look away from your papers. “I like to think I'm always thinking…”
“No wonder you're so cute all the time then,” he cooed, leaning in closer and resting his chin in his hands.
He waited for a moment for you to keep the conversation going, but sighed when you simply continued working on the cipher without paying him any mind.
Getting off the couch with a sigh, he hopped onto the bed and laid beside you, making the mattress bounce a few times. He kept looking at you for a little while, eventually reaching out and rubbing your back for a moment, before sliding himself even closer to you and planting a kiss on your shoulder.
Even with ninety-five percent of your attention on the puzzle in front of you, you could still tell what sort of mood Riley was getting himself into. “Well, there is one thing that makes you stop thinking…” he recalled in a purr, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and giving you a teasing trail of kisses there.
You sighed a little and shrugged him away. “Riley, I need to focus.”
“Baaabe,” he pouted. “I can't help it, you're just so— how am I supposed to resist you like this?”
“I'm literally just laying here,” you noticed.
“You know what you do to me in those bifocals, sweetheart.”
You snorted and finally looked back at him, admiring the puppy dog eyes he was giving you— they almost always worked on you, and he knew it. Sighing in relent, you looked back at the pages in front of you. “I need to get this done, I promised your friend I would finish it in twenty-four hours,” you explained, “but you can go ahead.”
“Go ahead?” he repeated, confused.
“You can just use me, while I work,” you offered flippantly, hardly noticing the way his face turned red.
“R-right… I can just, um… use you. That's— okay, sure,” he coughed nervously.
“Just be quick,” you insisted.
“Yeah, that's a challenge,” he scoffed, shuffling on the bed to straddle your legs and run his hands over your back. “I, uh, like when you wear my shirts,” he informed you, as if feeling his erection press against your ass wasn’t enough of a clue.
“Just get on with it, please?” you groaned.
“Yeah, yeah— sorry…” he mumbled, moving his hands down to your panties which he traced slowly. “These are cute,” he noticed aloud anyways, and you sighed a bit to yourself as you realized how futile it was to try to keep him from talking. You were just going to have to tune him out to get this done.
His fingers shakily hooked into the elastic and pulled your panties down, a low hum echoing in his chest as he looked at you. Grabbing handfuls of your ass and kneading them gently, he mumbled something to himself that you weren’t really paying attention to— until he got your attention suddenly with a quick slap. “Hey!” you yelped, jumping slightly.
“Sorry, sorry,” he breathed through a grin, “couldn’t help myself. I-I won’t distract you anymore, okay? Just, you know, keep working…”
You did just that, of course, re-ordering the papers in your hand to look at the scanned back page again.
He went on mumbling to himself as he shoved his sweatpants down to his thighs to free his cock: “juuuust keep working,” he breathed.
He spit into his hand quickly and smeared it on himself, before nudging in between your legs and pressing himself to your opening.
Admittedly, you did react slightly when he pushed inside you— a wince from the stretch of it, especially without much preparation— but you managed to keep quiet and focus on your work again. “God, so tight,” he groaned, digging his fingers into your hips slightly as he slid deeper. “You're too good to me, baby…”
He pushed as deep as he could go, which was honestly a bit further than you expected at this angle, and leaned over you slightly as he started to move.
“You feel so good,” he praised through a heavy breath, not taking very long to savor the moment before picking up speed. You knew if you reacted too strongly to what he was doing, he'd notice instantly and start trying to pull you away from your work; so, you did your best to focus on the problem, even if you found yourself gripping the pages a bit tighter.
Even if your attention was straight ahead, you almost wished you could see him now— but then again, you had a pretty good idea of what you would see if you looked back: his mouth parted slightly with sighs of pleasure, a subtle pink flush across his face, his eyes going a little glassy as they drifted over you. In fact, you could sometimes feel his gaze on you, especially at those times that his fingers traced your back and hips.
Realizing something suddenly about the cipher in front of you, you put your pen between your teeth and pulled the cap off, biting down on it slightly to hold it in place so you could keep writing on the paper your other hand held. “Fuck, you're so hot,” Riley groaned, starting to thrust a bit more urgently. Resisting the urge to smile to yourself too much, you kept taking your notes and didn't especially pay attention to him behind you, even when his occasional whimpers started to grow louder.
For the most part, you were able to keep your focus. It wasn’t that Riley was especially easy to ignore— certainly not with him going just a bit faster with every thrust— but you were finally on a roll with this puzzle; maybe you would’ve already solved it if it weren’t for your boyfriend, even if he was a welcome distraction.
He panted with each movement, holding on tighter to your hips. “Fuck,” he whispered, leaning down after a moment to rest his forehead on your shoulder. Normally, you would have to stop yourself from reaching back to run your fingers through his hair, but you were too engrossed in your work; and it was a good thing, too, because if you’d done that he almost certainly would’ve grabbed the papers and tossed them away, impatiently demanding for you finish that later and let him finish now.
Instead, it seemed like the pace and intensity of both your decryption and his movements grew together: your writing was hurried while his thrusts were faster and harder suddenly, until you could hear skin hitting skin, his groans muffled slightly as they came out through his teeth.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, taking your pen away from the paper abruptly and looking at your work.
“Yeah, you like that?” he encouraged in a rough voice.
“Oh my god, I solved it,” you announced, hardly noticing how he'd misunderstood your exclamation.
That seemed to break him out of his focus for a moment, and he stopped moving as he leaned down over you, resting his chin on your shoulder to read the page you were holding. “At the place of eighty-five pleas, remove the Crucifiction keys,” he read aloud from the paper— once he managed to navigate your disorganized notes.
“It's a polyalphabetic substitution cipher,” you explained excitedly. “Once I realized the key word was his wife’s name it was relatively simple— aside from having to reverse engineer some Vignere tables—”
“But what does it mean?” he wondered. “What even is a Crucifiction key? Please don’t tell me Ben’s gonna rob some nuns.”
“This was Madison’s journal,” you recalled, “and he co-wrote the Federalist papers with Alexander Hamilton and John Jay— eighty-five pleas— but Hamilton wrote the majority in his home. I think we need to go to his estate, and see if they still have any of the instruments he owned.”
“Instruments?”
“The Crucifiction keys, that threw me off too,” you admitted, “but Hamilton was a pretty accomplished pianist— but he would’ve played the colonial precursor to the piano, the fortepiano, which was created by an Italian inventor named Cristofori. Cristo as in Christ, obviously, and fori meaning ‘holes’. The Crucifiction! The keys are piano keys!”
“But who’s Gabe Fadecce?” he pressed.
“It’s not a name,” you answered, “it’s a song. G, A, B, E, F…” you hummed each note as best you could recall. “If we start at the first key in the bass and take out the first G, A, and so on up the scales, I’m guessing there will be another clue beneath them, or on the back or something.”
“You're amazing,” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek proudly.
“I'll call Ben,” you decided, reaching to pick up your phone from nearby on the bed and flip it open; you hadn't even opened your contacts yet before Riley wrapped his hand around yours and— gently— pulled it away and closed it.
“I'll call Ben,” he offered, “later.”
You turned to look at him, and he smiled at you, though there was something softer and darker about his gaze as it fell slowly to your lips.
“You and I have unfinished business first,” he continued softly before kissing you with more patience than you expected from him after all that…
When he pulled away, you reached up to take off your glasses, but he clicked his tongue as he stopped your hand from moving any further.
“No no no, leave those on,” he encouraged. You grinned before he kissed you again, his weight sinking into your back as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. You moaned softly into the kiss when he started moving again; it was a relaxed pace, but with him draped over you like this, he seemed to go so much deeper.
When he pulled away, you found yourself leaning towards him for more— but he just smirked at you and propped himself upright again, starting to move faster behind you.
“Look back at me,” he requested in a softer voice, and when you turned to look over your shoulder at him behind you, you found him biting his lip at the sight. “Oh god,” he choked on a groan, meeting your gaze before shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. “Fuck, is it weird that you ignoring me kinda turned me on?”
You laughed a little, and shook your head. “No, that's fine… I can go back to it, if you want—”
“No, please— I still like you better like this,” he insisted. “I like how responsive you are.”
He ran his hand up your back and you shivered, rocking your hips up slightly as he ran his fingers over your hair before taking a hold of your shoulder.
“Yeah,” he breathed, something beautifully dark to his voice, “like that.”
He began to fuck you hard— not fast, but intense and deep and just the right amount of impatient— and you didn't even try to hold back the loud whine of pleasure that jumped from your chest. “Fuck,” you gasped, “oh my god, yes…”
“Uh huh?” he encouraged, watching with half-lidded eyes at the way you moved under him, your body naturally starting to rock back towards his. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Good,” you panted.
“But not good enough to distract you from your work, huh?” he challenged.
“Well, to be fair, nothing feels better than cracking a code,” you giggled.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, putting his hands on either side of you on the bed so he could lean down and kiss your neck, only to bite it a second later— not too hard, but a little harder than just playful. You felt him smile when you yelped softly. “You’re trying to piss me off, right?”
“Maybe,” you shrugged a little bit.
He sat back up and pulled out of you unexpectedly, but thankfully explained himself before you would’ve likely let out a pathetic whine that he would’ve held against you. “Turn over,” he instructed, “and take that shirt off.”
You flipped onto your back with a smile; “I thought you liked how I look in your shirts,” you reminded him as he helped you pull it over your head and toss it aside.
“Yeah, but I like how you look without them even more,” he explained, running his hands along your sides before surprising you as he suddenly bent down to swirl his tongue around a hardening nipple.
“Fuck,” you gasped, grabbing onto his hair as he moved to the other, first with his eyes shut and then opening them to look up at you as your back arched.
“You’re so pretty,” he praised as his lips traveled to your neck; he yanked you closer by your hips, making you laugh slightly with surprise as you slid across the bed, though it turned into a moan when he thrust into you again in one go.
This time, he didn’t hold back at all: rough, needy, hungry. You moaned louder than you planned to, grabbing onto his shoulders through his t-shirt.
“Sorry,” he panted out through a thin laugh, “but I can’t slow down now— not after you drove me crazy like that. God, baby, you’re so fucking wet—”
You choked on the back of your own throat; you couldn’t help it, you just loved the way he said that.
“— this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled,
“You like when I use you, huh?” he taunted, and you bit your lip before nodding. “That’s pretty kinky, you know. Is that all you wanna be? A fucktoy?”
“Oh god,” you groaned, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulder, though he didn’t seem to mind.
“Want me to just fuck you whenever I feel like it, whatever you’re doing?” he continued.
“Yes,” you admitted in a hiss, head dropping back onto the bed.
“You're really trying to spoil me,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your neck in between words. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart— I might end up fucking you five times a day. At least.”
You moaned lowly, feeling your muscles seize up on him briefly, making him laugh in the most condescending-yet-sexy way.
“Oh, fuck— you want that!” he realized, and his voice dropped to a low growl again as he thrusted even faster, teeth teasing your pulse. “You can never get enough, can you?”
Not that you ever really thought your response to that was going to be especially coherent… but the way you cried out totally gave yourself away; how had he made you so desperate so fast?!
“Oh, poor baby,” he offered pityingly, only to fuck you even faster until you whined pathetically. “You don’t wanna think, huh? Just wanna be my hole.”
“Y-yeah,” you gasped, “fuck…”
“You’re too fucking perfect, you know that?” he praised. “The only thing sexier than fucking you while you use that gorgeous brain of yours, is fucking you until you can’t.”
Your moan was sort of trapped in the back of your throat as you tried to swallow it down; you wished you had the wherewithal to hold it back better, but you weren’t really used to him talking like this. Normally he would just go on tangents of praise and begging (as needed), and even though it wasn’t your first glimpse of his more dominant side, this all felt a bit different. Even the way he was looking at you seemed different— a sort of pride in his eyes, pride in his own ability to turn you into a wet and whimpering mess.
“So fucking good,” he cooed, “you’re so good, baby— my good, dumb little fucktoy.”
“G-god,” you choked, holding on tighter to the sheets under you, trying to hold yourself together.
“You’d better come fast, ‘cause I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he warned with a sigh— which would be a much more credible threat if he’d ever left you hanging. But no, those times Riley’s stamina hadn’t taken you all the way, he was more than happy to put his mouth on you and let it do the rest of the work.
This time, though, all he needed was a thumb drawing rough circles on your clit to help you along. You hadn’t even noticed how sensitive it had become, not until your back arched and a needy whine jumped from your chest. “Oh fuck, Riley, I’m close,” you yelped.
“Yeah?” he whined— actually, he repeated it a few times as he watched you get closer to your peak, but it was all falling on deaf ears as your moans got louder and louder.
“Yes!” you cried out, shaking under him; even with his weight pressing you down into the bed, it began to feel like you were floating somehow. It was one of those orgasms that left you a little numb, with little jolts of raw pleasure that were almost too much— but your only defense was holding tighter onto him, inside and out.
“O-oh god,” he choked weakly, the movement of his thumb slowing but his hips going faster than ever. “Fuck, fuck!”
He stopped all at once, burying himself in one last stroke as deep as he could reach, moaning lowly against the crook of your neck as he went mostly limp atop you.
After catching your breath for a few moments, you hummed softly in contentment and he carefully lifted himself up just to fall back down beside you on the bed. He looked at you with heavy eyes but a huge smile; “You wear me out, you know that?” he breathed, reaching up to move some hair stuck to your face.
“You distract me from my work, you know that?” you countered.
“Hey, you got it done,” he defended. “We’ll let Ben know as soon as I… you know, remember how to exist. And use cell phones.”
“And maybe after a shower…” you suggested. As soon as you saw the sparkle in Riley’s eye you added: “Separately. I’ll pass out before we can make it to dinner tonight if we just end up fucking again.”
“I mean, they’ve been putting off dinner for months— why can’t we blow them off for once?” he suggested with a smirk, moving closer to you on the bed.
“I thought I’d worn you out,” you remembered with a breathless laugh, and he wrapped an arm around you to pull you into him.
“You did,” he sighed against your neck, “I’m just… easily re-inspired.”
~
It was a good thing this place was mostly empty, since this was technically somewhat sensitive information, but you figured anyone who overheard wouldn’t know enough about the conversation to glean anything too significant. You found yourself rubbing your hands together under the table anxious as you watched Ben across from you, holding your work, and waited for his response.
“This is incredible,” Ben smiled as he read your decryption, making both you and Riley smile back with pride. “A polyalphabetic substitution cipher, I should’ve known.”
“Yeah, any idiot would’ve known that,” Riley joked flatly.
“Where’d you find this girl?” Ben asked him, and you glanced at your boyfriend to find a little flush on his cheeks.
“You know, the technical answer is that we met at a panel lecture proposing that certain ‘random’—” he accentuated the word with a sarcastic tone and air-quotes— “radio frequencies detected by military technology might be messages from extraterrestrials—”
Ben rolled his eyes even at the passing mention of one of Riley’s more absurd conspiracy theories.
“But,” Riley continued, “I have a theory that she was actually created in a lab, specifically for me, by a team of scientists with the inexplicable goal of making me happy.”
“Oh, come on,” you giggled nervously, shoving Riley on the shoulder but failing to stop him from giving you a kiss on your heated cheek.
“That line working on you really is a testament to the fact that you’re made for each other,” Ben offered, and you decided to ignore the backhanded element of the compliment because of your sense that there was something very genuine about it.
“Look who’s here,” Riley pointed towards the front door of the restaurant, over Ben’s shoulder, causing the latter to turn in his seat and look back. “Abigail, over here!”
She waved when she saw you, quickly approaching the table and taking her seat as she apologized for being tardy; “This is Dr. Abigail Chase,” Ben introduced her with a proud smile.
“Oh, don’t be so formal,” she gently scolded him (maybe everything she said sounded that nice with her accent, though), but she beamed as she grabbed your extended hand to shake it. “It’s so nice to meet you, finally— I’ve heard so much from Riley. He’s been bragging about you so much these past few months, I feel like I already know you!”
“Apparently he met her attending some panel about secret alien messages from space,” Ben told her with a smile and a yeah, I know, it’s crazy look in his eyes.
“Attending?” Riley repeated with a scoff. “We were both speakers!”
Abigail was a little better at hiding any judgmental instinct; “How perfect,” she announced sweetly.
“She’s a real whiz with decryption though— look at this,” Ben instructed, handing the (condensed) page of your notes over to Abigail, who took it and tilted her head as she read to herself.
“Wow,” she sighed, “you made quick work of it: Hamilton’s fortepiano? That must be in a museum somewhere.”
“It’s still in his home in New York,” you replied quickly, “we already looked into it.”
“Did you help her at all with the solve?” Ben asked Riley suddenly, who turned to you with a slightly mischievous look in his eyes.
“Uh,” he stalled before clearing his throat nervously, but never looking away from you— “y-yeah, I helped… in my own way.”
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being oblivious | the wonder years
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
the guys find out will knows samy & demand to meet her!
word count: 1.9k
i’m writing this as if they were 16 so that’s why the dialogue might be kind of silly, but anyways. i imagine them being very fan girly about meeting samy & also excited so here’s their origin story :) p.s. i’d love any prompts or ideas for little blurbs or imagines for them so if you have any send them my way :)
au masterlist
the boys agreed to a slow and lazy sunday with the first day of ntdp practice tomorrow and no one wanted to be too bent out of shape. drew and aram's voices were the only ones filling the living room as they argued over mario kart together while everyone else just tuned them out. will was splayed across one of the chairs mindlessly scrolling through his phone when someone nudged his leg.
the blonde's gaze found ryan's whose eyes were wide with disbelief. "what?" will mumbled as ryan flipped his phone so his friend could see what made him look so surprised.
his screen was a photo of will and samy hughes standing next to one another at the beach with wide smiles. not understanding ryan's shock, will raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"you know samy hughes?" ryan finally got out. his words caught the attention of the rest of the guys sitting around them. their heads spun in will and ryan's direction, waiting for a response.
"uh..yeah? you guys didn't know that?" will wondered, gazing at everyone else.
"no? how do you know her? do you know luke, jack, and quinn too?" ryan continued, excitement now in his voice.
"we're family friends. we grew up together. i grew up skating with her brothers," will had to laugh. he for sure thought it was common knowledge that their families were close and spent every summer together since they were babies.
"you're lying," ryan countered, disbelief on all of his features.
"no, i'm not. you see the picture. that's obviously me," the blonde chuckled while the rest of the guys started crowding around to see the other pictures ryan had dug up from mrs. smith's facebook account.
"why on earth would you keep this information from us?" aram muttered.
"i didn't know you guys didn't know. i dunno. it's not that big of a deal," will shrugged some, falling back into his chair.
"not a big deal? are you serious? you're family friends with some of the best hockey players in this country," ryan exasperated.
this was quite amusing to will. sure, he knew how popular the hughes family was, but it never really mattered to him and he never really thought about it until now. he's always just hung out with them every summer and that was so normal for will that he didn't realize it was a big deal to other people.
"wait, ann arbor is like..thirty minutes from here. do you think we'll ever run into samy?" drew exclaimed after the realization. a few of the other guy's faces lit up too and they all looked to will for an answer.
"uh..i don't know? maybe?" the boy shrugged. he didn't really know what samy did during the school year besides go to school and play soccer.
"wait. do you think we can meet her because you know her?" ryan's head popped back up.
"erm..i don't know. maybe?" will mumbled.
"what do you mean maybe?" gabe raised his eyebrow and suddenly will felt like some teacher with kids surrounding him waiting for answers like the guys were surrounding him with wide eyes at the idea of meeting samy hughes.
"i mean..we're close, but not that close. she hung around with grace a lot, so i don't really know how she'd feel about a bunch of guys wanting to hang out with her," will shrugged again.
"dude, you know samy hughes and grew up with her and you're telling us she doesn't wanna hang out with you?" aram deadpanned.
the blonde rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh, “okay, i’ll ask, chill out.” the guys grinned, pumping their fists at the idea of meeting samy.
will immediately got a response after sending a brief text samy’s way. she was very much up to the idea and agreed to talk to her mom about letting them drive down to ann arbor for the day. after some more final arrangements, will, gabe, ryan, drew, and aram were all stuffed into a car together driving the 30 minutes to samy’s house.
the entire car was filled with excitement and chatter as they discussed samy and her brothers. will just kept to himself, still thinking how amusing all of this was and how much these guys were simping over samy.
they rolled into the driveway and will spun around in the driver’s seat, “just don’t be too weird, okay? don’t make her uncomfortable.”
“roger that, smitty,” ryan teased making everyone snicker but will. the five boys clamored out of the car and followed their friend up to the front porch, letting will do the honors of knocking.
some footsteps could be heard until the front door swung open and a very smiley samy stood before the five boys. all of them but will suddenly became shy under the girl’s bright smile. “will!” the girl exclaimed and immediately pulled the blonde into a tight hug.
“hey hughesy,” will chuckled as he squeezed her back. the two embracing missed the looks that came from will’s friends as they watched the interaction unfold.
“come on in. jeez, i can’t believe you’re gonna be in michigan for the next two years with me,” samy continued talking as she led everyone into the foyer.
“i bet you wish it was grace instead,” the blonde teased making samy roll her eyes. “whatever. it’s so cool to meet some of you guys. i guess you already know who i am,” the brunette chuckled as she turned her attention to will’s friends who still stood silently and awkwardly behind them.
“it’s nice to meet you. i’m ryan, that’s gabe, drew, and aram. we kind of begged smitty to meet you,” ryan spoke up, sticking his hand out. samy giggled as she happily shook ryan’s hand.
“wow, i’ve never had fans before. it’s always been my brothers,” the girl smiled.
“don’t let the ten year old girls hear you say that,” will mumbled. samy flushed before ignoring his comment.
“is that will?” a new voice came into the mix. the boys looked up and saw mrs. hughes walking towards them with a large smile on her face. the older woman tugged her arms around will’s frame, squeezing the boy tightly much like samy did.
“hey mama el, it’s good to see you again. thanks for letting us come over,” will chuckled.
“of course, anytime. you know you’re always welcome here now that you live 30 minutes away. i know i’ll be expecting a lot of visits from you. all of you, actually. our home is your home. my boys have all been through the dev program, so we know what it’s like,” ellen smiled towards the other guys.
“i’m sure that’s the only reason why they came over is to see quinn, jack, and luke’s baby photos,” samy giggled in a teasing tone. some of their faces flushed in response.
“come on, i’ll show you guys around,” the girl started further into the house leaving the boys no other option but to follow her.
after the extensive grand tour of the hughes family home, the six sat around the deck enjoying the remaining bits of summer weather. “what are you guys most excited about for the dev program?” samy wondered, trying to get to know everyone else some more.
“probably just getting to hang with these guys all the time. we’ve all gotten pretty close already,” aram chuckled as he reached over to tussle up drew’s hair. the other boy squirmed away, quickly fixing his hair.
“new people, new place, new coaches. lots of things to start learning,” ryan added in.
“is it weird being away from home? my brothers never had to go far since we already lived here when they all did it,” samy wondered and most of the guys nodded.
“for sure, but it’ll be a good experience, you know?” ryan said and samy nodded.
“well, at least you guys have one more friendly face around here. you’re all welcome to come to my soccer games this season too,” the girl quickly beamed.
“right, i forgot you switched sides,” drew said.
“if you guys ever play with her, you better hope she’s on your team,” will cut in making samy flush and the other guys chuckled.
“uh oh, she better than you at soccer?” gabe snickered, pushing at will’s shoulder.
“she’s better at me in everything,” will nodded.
“remember that time i scored 3 goals on you and luke on the ice? ugh, i still think about that day and how you two had to pay me each $10,” samy laughed.
“don’t remind me. you cheated anyway,” the blonde crossed his arms, eyeing the girl beside him.
“i did not! you guys were just mad a girl was better than you at your own sport,” samy quickly defended herself.
“whatever. we’ll get our redemption this year,” will huffed. the girl just rolled her eyes and the two once again missed the looks from everyone else.
the entire time they’d been there it was nonstop flirting from both samy and will. they expected the two to be close, but they didn’t expect the amount of teasing and very painfully obvious to everyone but them flirting. will’s cheeks reddened anytime samy poked fun at him and they saw the way samy’s gaze lingered on the blonde when he wasn’t paying attention anymore.
no one said anything until they were back in plymouth that night. all of them kept glancing at the blonde, wondering if he’d say anything, but nothing came from him as he stretched out on the couch and started scrolling through his phone.
ryan eyes bounced from gabe’s to aram’s and then to drew’s. will didn’t realize the silence until he noticed the guys lingering by the entryway occasionally glancing at him.
“what?” the boy laughed, confused by their behavior.
“you and samy are a lot closer than you led on,” ryan started causally as he leaned down on the couch.
“i guess. she’s like a sister,” the blonde chuckled, clearly not understanding the deeper implication trying to be made. the family zone. it definitely did not look like a sibling relationship to the guys.
“a sister? you flirt with her like she isn’t,” aram finally got to the point, a teasing, shit-eating grin on his lips as he took one of the chairs.
“flirt with her? what the hell are you on about?” will grew confused.
“dude, be so serious right now. there’s no way you don’t see it,” ryan laughed.
“see what?” now will was getting frustrated with the laughter coming from his friends.
“you guys were literally flirting with one another the entire time, it was disgusting. there’s no way you haven’t had feelings for her or some shit,” aram cut in again.
“for samy? no way. we’re friends. we always have been. i could never see her like that,” the idea even made will shudder. all he had ever seen her as was another sister to get annoyed at and bother him whenever he was doing something.
“mhm,” gabe mumbled.
“jesus, you guys are so annoying. i kind of regret bringing you along,” the blonde rolled his eyes, refocusing his attention on his phone.
“you say that, but i give it a year at the most and then you’ll realize what we’ve been saying was right all along,” ryan snickered with another annoying grin. the other guys nodded in agreement.
the only thing will could do was ignore their comments because none of them were true. him and samy were like brother and sister. there were no feelings nor would there ever be.
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Can you do a Gabe imagine pls? Can it be a childhood friend's trope pls?
For as long as you could remember, Gabe Perreault had been a constant in your life. You had met in first grade, the curly haired boy coming up to you, with your tiny pigtails, and insisting he sat next to you. What came next was a friendship that had only grown stronger as each year passed.
You went to every hockey game of Gabe’s that you possibly could, and tagging along on each other's family vacations.
You weren’t sure when things shifted, but ever since you had arrived at Boston College for freshman year, something had been different. A good, but also scary different.
Seeing girls flirt with him makes her sick now. A year ago, she would’ve given him a thumbs up and a smile as encouragement, but now she can’t stomach it.
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It’s a Friday night, and instead of going out to a party, you’re sitting in Conte Forum, watching Gabe’s hockey game, just like every weekend they have a home game. You’re his so-called ‘Good Luck Charm’, deemed when the one game you didn’t go to ended in a loss for Boston College.
Ever since then, you were to be present at every Boston College hockey game, with Gabe’s jersey on, per order of him, Ryan, and Will.
You make your way over to the locker game to see Gabe, like every time. Media is done, and Gabe should be walking out the door any minute now.
“Y/N!” Ryan shouts, running over to you. You spot the familiar brown curls walking behind him, and your stomach flips. “Did you see my goal? It was so sick, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was cool.” You respond halfheartedly, meeting Gabe’s eyes. Ryan shoots you a knowing look, but you swat him.
“Gabe-o!” You shout, throwing your arms around him. His arms go around your waist, steadying the both of you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “You looked like a rockstar out there!”
“Thank’s Y/N/N. You brought us good luck, just like I said you would,” His arms are still around your waist, and the butterflies are multiplying rapidly. “The team and girlfriends are going to the bar tonight, you in?” He looks down at you, and you look up at him.
“Sounds fun. I should probably change out of this though, put on something nicer.” You point down at the jersey.
“Oh, you don’t wanna wear my jersey to the bar?” He mocks fake hurt, his million dollar smile spreading across his face.
“I don’t think this exactly screams ‘bar attire’, so I’m gonna have to say no.” You giggle.
“Fair enough. We can swing by your dorm and then head over.”
“Perfect.”
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The bar is crowded, and Gabe has a tight grip on your hand, in order to not lose you. He’s deep in conversation with Ryan, while you are talking to Ryan’s girlfriend who’s leaning up against him.
You chose not to drink tonight, instead having a diet coke with lime. Someone needs to make sure that everybody finds a safe ride home tonight.
Gabe is not drinking either, figuring you’re gonna need help with rounding up everyone and getting them back.
“Have you told Gabe you liked him?” Ryan’s girlfriend speaks a little too loudly. She’s drunk, and you can’t blame her. Ryan’s eyes widen, and you squirm out of Gabe’s hold.
“Oh, um, look at the time. I should go.” You all but sprint out of the bar, ignoring Gabe’s shouts behind you.
“Y/N, Y/N, wait!” He shouts, but they fall to deaf ears.
“Gabe, go back to the bar. Your teammates need you,” You yell back, not losing your fast pace. But Gabe is faster, and he lifts you off the ground, despite your feet flailing around. “Put me down, now!”
“Sorry, can’t. Not until you stop yelling at me.”
“Please, spare me the embarrassment. You can never speak to me again, just don’t laugh at me.”
“Was she telling the truth? Do you like me?”
It’s a heat of the moment decision, but you decide it’s now or never. Surging forward, your lips meet his, and his hands fall to your waist, pulling you oh so close. It feels like magic; like a years worth of lingering feelings finally coming to a crash in the best way possible.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Yeah, it does.” He goes in for another, hands still on the small of her back to keep them both steady. It feels right, and nothing else could make either of you happier.
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3 times Will made a move + 1 time she finally said yes
note: it's finally here! sorry you waited so long! dates are approx. It's still not where I want it but I've been sitting with it for a more than a month and this is what we have...okay?😭
☆1 (30 aug)
Princess walks into her favorite cafe and sighs when she sees the long line of people. She makes her way to the back of the line and curses quietly when she drops her keys, but before she can bend down to get them, someone else already has.
"Thanks," she says, her voice getting caught in her throat as she sees him. Meets those green eyes. The same green eyes she's been thinking about all summer.
She saw him briefly in class earlier but didn't have a chance to really get a good look at him.
"And so we meet again." Will says smiling at her.
"We do."
"I actually saw you in class earlier, but I didn't know if it would be weird to say anything," Will says, scratching the back of his neck and Princess' attention is drawn to his arm, but she quickly glances away again.
"It wouldn't, I think it would be weirder to pretend we've never interacted at all." she says.
"We may have interacted, but I never actually introduced myself, I'm Will." he says, holding his hand out and Princess takes it.
"Emerson"
"Did you have a good summer?" Will asks
"Yeah, I went to Italy. I ate way too much pasta, but I had a lot of fun. Have you ever been?"
"No. I've been to Spain when I was younger, but never Italy."
"How are you liking, Boston?" Princess asks
"I love Boston, I actually grew up not too far from here, so I'm familiar with the area, and I have a lot of family here, so I'm really excited to be close to home. What about you? It's a big difference from California."
"Oh, I didn't know you were from here, that's nice. It is a big difference from Cali. My family actually took a lot of trips to Boston over the years, and I've always loved this city. Besides, Boston has a lot of really good schools, so..." Princess trails off, and Will nods.
Princess and Will were so busy talking, it wasn't long before they were in the front of the line both placing their order.
When both their orders come at the same time, Will isn't ready to say goodbye yet.
"Wanna sit with me?" Will asks gesturing to one of the tables.
Yes, I do, but I really shouldn't. For so many reasons, Princess thinks.
"I can't, I'm actually running late to something. I'll see you around though?" she says and walks away when Will agrees.
Despite Princess wanting to keep her distance, the next day, Will moved to sit next to her in class.
☆2 (sep 16)
Will was in conversation with Gabe when something across the room caught his attention.
When he glanced in that direction again, he saw her. She was dancing with her friends, wearing a little black dress, golden waves hanging down to her waist.
Once Will spotted her he couldn't take his eyes off her. All he could think was God, she is gorgeous.
"Hey, I'll be back in a sec." he says to Gabe when he sees her friends leave, before making his way over to her.
"Hey," he greets and she smiles
"Are you stalking me Smith?" she jokes
"Maybe a little," Will replies joking back.
"Do you wanna dance with me?" Will asks and Princess bites her lip debating...
"I didn't know you could dance..." she says and Will smiles
"There's a lot you don't know about me..."
She takes his hand and leads him to the other side of the room, closer to where people were dancing and out of eye sight from her friends. She didn't need people to be gossiping about this tomorrow.
Will puts his hands on her hips and pulls her closer to him. She didn't think being this close to him was a good idea. Between his cologne and the three drinks already in her system, she was bound to do something stupid.
One of Will's hands move from her hip to her lower back, dangerously close to her ass, as he brushes her hair away from her shoulder and lays a gentle kiss right under her ear, smiling when he feels her shiver.
"You look beautiful," Will whispers, lips brushing her ear. His hand moves to cup her jaw, eyes darting between her lips and her eyes.
"This is a bad idea," she says a little breathless. Not sounding very convincing.
"Bad ideas make good memories," Will argues
"Bad ideas get people hurt,"
"I don't want to hurt you, I just really want to kiss you, can I?" he says, so close that she can feel the words on her lips.
Instead of answering she wraps her arms around Will's neck and pull his lips to hers.
Damn. Will didn't know what he liked most about her anymore. Her smell. Her smile. Or the way she kisses.
She pulls at the strands at the base of his neck and he groans.
Definitely the way she kisses.
☆ 3 (sep 29)
Princess stops in her tracks when she spots Will sitting at a table in the library. Her table.
"You really are stalking me," she says as she drops her bag on the table.
"I wouldn't have to be if you stopped avoiding me." Will says
"I haven't been avoiding you." she argues
"Yes, you have. We go from talking almost daily in class to you running the other way like I have the plague. Didn't know my kissing was that bad," he says
"It wasn't, trust me, it was -" she starts but stops when she sees Will's cocky smirk.
"No, please, continue." Will says
"Look, I have been distancing myself because what happened at that party was a major cross of boundaries that never should have happened. You were drafted to the team that my dad owns. It's not a good idea to get involved with each other." she explains
"Why not?" he asks
"Because when it ends badly, it will be weird and messy for both of us, and I really don't need another reason to disappoint my dad."
Will understood what she was saying. It's the same thing Gabe had been trying to drill into his head for weeks now. But he couldn't stay away from her, he tried.
"We haven't even started, and you're already thinking about how we're gonna end? Are you always this pessimistic?"
"I'm not pessimistic. I'm realistic. Now will you please move, I really like that seat." she begs, and Will sighs, standing up and moving to the seat across from hers as she sits.
"I brought you something," Will mumbles and pushes over a coffee and cinnamon roll. The same order she had that day in the cafè.
"Thank you." she says
"Okay. I'll dial down on the flirting, but no more avoiding me. Owner's daughter or not, we both know we enjoyed spending these last few weeks together. We can be friends, right?"
"No flirting?"
"I didn't say no flirting, I said less flirting."
"No puppy dog eyes, no hands and no kisses or no friends..." she says stubbornly
"Fine. Now hand me that and let me help you, I'm more than just a pretty face," he says, smiling and gesturing to her notes.
Oh, she knows.
☆ +1 (oct 13)
They were studying at Princess' apartment. Well, she was studying. Will was too busy admiring her to really retain any information.
This was how they spent most nights these past few weeks. Sitting in her living room, studying, watching TV, and swapping stories back and forth.
Will really did try to respect her wishes and be her friend. But it was nearly impossible. There was just no way two people who got along as well as they did and had that much chemistry could just be friends.
"Stop staring at me!" she says, throwing a pillow at his face.
"I can't help it. You're too beautiful not to stare at." Will says, smiling when she laughs.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Smith"
"I hope so. I actually wanted to ask you something."
"Remember last time you asked me something, your friend ended puking all over my back seat," she says, and he winces.
"Yeah...I promise this isn't as bad as that."
"What's up?" she asks sitting up straight.
"Our first home game is tomorrow...I was hoping you'd come," Will asks rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, I don't know, Smitty. I'm just too beautiful not to stare at. Are you sure you won't get distracted?" she teases and Will throws the pillow back at her.
"I'm sure. I really want you there, please?" Will asks sincerely and she smiles.
"I'll be there." she promises
"Wearing my jersey?" Will asks grinning at her.
"Don't push it."
"How do you feel about making a little bargain?" Will asks
"I'm listening."
"We win tomorrow, and I get to take you on a date..."
"That's too easy. You win and score me a goal tomorrow, then you get to take me on a date..."
"Wait what? Really..." Will asks dumbfounded. He didn't actually expect her to agree.
"Oh, you don't want to anymore?" she teases
"No, no, no, I do very much want to. You got a deal. We win, and I score a goal, we go on a date."
"Deal."
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Princess sat first row behind the glass and glanced at the clock again. BC was leading 3-2 but Will was yet to score a goal.
Come on baby.
She really wants him to score that goal because she really wants to go on that date. It didn't really hit her just how much she wanted him until then. These last two months with Will have been her happiest months in a long time.
He was just so charming, so smart, so funny, so kind. The more she got to know him, the more she liked him. She was beyond proud that Will was affiliated with her family's organization. That was something her parents always reminded her of. We don't just want talented people. We want good people.
Will was a good person. He reminded her of this saying her grandma always used to say when she was little. People who feel like sunshine are rare. So when you find them, you gotta hold on tight. Will was sunshine. And she was planning on holding on real tight.
With 2 minutes left, Will finally scores, jumping against the glass where she was sitting. After the game, he couldn't shower and get to her fast enough.
Walking towards her, his heart felt ready to burst any moment. There she was, the biggest smile on her face, wearing his jersey.
He did a little jog towards her and scooped her up in a big hug, holding her up.
"You owe me a date, princess."
"I guess I do," she says, brushing his hair out of his eye.
"You can stop pretending you're not excited, I saw you crossing your fingers over there. You really wanted me to score." Will teases
"Actually, I was crossing my fingers and hoping you didn't score."
"Whatever you wanna tell yourself, baby. Either way, I get to take my girl on a date."
His girl. She really liked that.
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the traffic lights didn't know - begin again au ☆
wc: 1.2k
tw: depression. heartbroken. lmk if theres more
hughes sister x ryan leonard
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frankie hughes was in a weird place in her life.
she didnt have the feeling of dreading to go to hockey practice anymore, and call her crazy she missed that feeling. not the sport, she wanted the sport dead in a ditch for what it did to her, but she missed the feeling of hating something so much.
she thought about directing her anger towards drew. but she was way to heartbroken to do that. she wanted to erase all her thoughts of drew, but he invaded every inch of her; her heart, hips, body, and love. there wasn't anything he didnt touch or get too.
frankie was starting to get depressed because she felt like her days were on repeat. over and over again. the only light of her day was when she would see ryan, or whenever he texted her back, and depending your overall happiness on a boy was not in any way smart.
she felt like nothing in her life was okay and resorted to asking the traffic lights if it was all going to be okay. news flash! they didn't know.
at the moment though, she was dressing up for a lunch...meeting with ryan. she wanted to say date, but ryan wanted nothing to do with her romantically, till she was fully over drew.
she wasn't but she thought she was. which is why she had been feeling blue. its not like she still wanted drew though. she just felt embarrassed and insecure. and the fact the reason he didnt want her, was because she was dumb?
I mean frankie knew she was ditzy. her family has always said that her blonde was showing, whenever she was being slow. but thats just family teasing. hearing other people talk about how dumb you are makes you want to crumble and die.
she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a buzz coming from her bed. it was her phone, which had a text from ryan, saying he was outside.
she quickly finished applying her lip combo and sprayed her favorite perfume, and rushed out. her favorite handbag of course coming in tow.
she loved when her and ryan, were able to hangout. he was always busy and his schedule was always jam-packed so days like these were the best because she finally got too go out and enjoy life.
she had been trying to enjoy it on her own though, she's resorted to taking the long way home from class.
"hi ry" frankie said as she got into his car.
"hey, why are you all dressed? you know were only going to chipotle"
"yes i know. i can read! i honestly just dressed to kill my time. a girl just cant get all cute for no reason?"
"no- I mean- you can. you look cute- i mean you look good." Ryan stumbled face red as he drove.
frankie loved how he'd get all flustered.
"you think I look cute" frankie said, she needed that compliment really bad.
"yeah, you always look cute" softly smiling as he looked over at her, at the red light.
this is why she loved to see ryan. he always put her in the best moods. he made her want to break through the windows she had boarded up and see the love the world was capable of giving. he had the goofiest, cutest smile and freckles that made her want to kiss everyone of them.
she hadn't realized they were starring at each other, till the car behind them honked and cut them out of their trance. both of them turning away with red faces.
"are gabe, will, and jacob coming today?" frankie asked as they pulled into the parking lot. she liked to hang around them, they were all so funny and in a way reminded her of her brothers.
"uhm no, I thought it could be just me and you today. if thats okay- I can call them to come. but lowkey will and gabe are busy with class, but I can make jacob, if that would make you feel bette-"
"ryan! im okay with just us two" she said laughing at his rambling.
"sorry" he cringed.
he opened the door for her, as they walked into chipotle.
and load and behold, drew was in there. laughing with aram in all his glory. she felt like she saw drew everywhere, and the only thing they shared was this damn campus.
she looked back at ryan with a glare.
"did you know?" frankie asked as he followed her sight too drew and aram.
"I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you. we can go somewhere else" he said hoping he didn't just ruin all his chances with her.
as much as frankie wanted to run away and get drunk, she knew the morning would be right around the corner and it wasn't going to change anything. he still wouldn't be hers; not that she wanted him to be.
"no, its fine" she said still walking in. ryan following after her like a puppy. they both ordered and as she was paying she heard ryan dabbing them up.
"you guys wanna sit with us?" drew said motioning over to frankie. he honestly didnt think there was a problem within them.
"uhm-" ryan looked back at her.
"we already planned on going to the park" ryan said as he waved goodbye to them and met frankie whereas she had been filling her water cup, that was full of sprite. she refused to pay for a drink.
"where we sitting" she smiled at him.
"I actually thought we could go to centennial park" he said as he guided her out.
"what- I was fine with sitting in there" frankie said feeling her heart drop because maybe ryan was embarrassed to be seen with her in front of drew.
"drew asked me if we wanted to sit with him"
"oh."
"yeah, I didnt think you wanted too"
"I could of sucked it up"
"you dont have to though"
"no- I want too. I need you to know and see that im over him"
ryan sighed. he knew she wasn't, and he wanted believe her, but he knew her all too well.
"okay" ryan said to frankie.
"okay?" frankie asked confused.
"your over drew"
"I've been saying that"
"then go on a date with me?" ryan asked.
frankie hesiated. did she really want to start this relationship with ryan on a bad foot? it was all going to go bad if it was doomed from the start. she didnt have any romantic feelings left over for drew, but every time she saw him, she had to act like everything was okay; when it wasn't.
"see I knew it! theres my answer" ryan said pulling frankie out of her thoughts.
"ryan" she sighed. if the story was over why was she still writing pages?
"its okay frankie. i already told you i'd wait for you, however long it takes" ryan said looking at her seriously.
her heart fluttered at that, and she softly smiled at him.
"i won't make you wait long leonard" she said pholding out her pinky.
"and I'll hold you too that" he said locking it around hers.
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this idea came from @crazy4minty !! she ate with this lol. i had never made the connection... im seriously thinking about renaming the au to death by a thousand cuts. anyways I have a really bad fever right now, so im probably done with writing for today! <3
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Percy Jackson & Amphitrite Fic Recs
A list of fics with Percy & Amphitrite's platonic or/and familial relationship. Enjoy!
Icicles in the sky: the beach by TheTrueCthulhu9
G | 800 words | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Good parent Amphitrite, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Percy Jackson needs a hug
Percy is struggling with his first day at camp, lost his mother, doesn't know his godly parent, everyone expects him to be more. So he goes to where he feels the most comfort.
Baking Cookies by PunkFlame
G | 1.4k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Baking, Domestic, Amphitrite is a good step parent
Armed with her new knowledge, the queen exited the water. She needed to find a recipe after all. She wasn't too familiar with the style and popularity of land foods and didn't want to make something that he wouldn't like.
This had to be perfect.
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Amphitrite is determined to bond with Percy, and she found out the perfect way.
Baking cookies.
My Immortal Stepmother by aislingyngaio
G | 1.7k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Percy and Amphitrite meet again after the Battle of Manhattan and form a bond.
Brought Home by GhostlyPages
G | 1.8k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Kid Percy Jackson, Royal Percy Jackson, Queen Amphitrite, Good parent Amphitrite
“Who’s my father?” He turned his attention back to the Queen who was sitting across from him.
“Your father is the King, Poseidon.” She answered him, and Percy blinked at her in confusion.
“But isn’t he married to you?” He asked, “How could he be my father when he’s married to you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked over to Triton as if he would have the answer. Triton had looked away and had a sour look on his voice. He worried that Triton disliked him like Gabe disliked him.
Happiness Does Not Wait by mrthology
G | 2.0k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Poseidon
Percy Jackson needs a hug, Slice of life, Family Dynamics
"Who said anything about a quest, child?" Amphitrite asked, laughter in her voice. It reminded Percy of Kymopoleia's, much to his discomfort. He hardly had good memories of his godly sister.
“Gods don’t tend to want anything else from me,” Percy pointed out dryly. “You lot always want something.”
“Of course I want something,” Amphitrite said, voice awash in amusement. “I want you to come to Atlantis,” she continued, cutting him off right as he was about to speak. She started to walk again, bypassing throngs of gaping students. She was hiding her divinity, but she still looked so much more than human. “As I said, your father misses your presence. And he is incredibly irritating when he sulks.”
—
Or, Percy spends some time with his godly stepmother, much to his bafflement.
A Mother's Jewel by EclecticPhoenix
G | 3.5k | Complete
Poseidon/Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Family Fluff, Amphitrite Centric, Protective Triton
Amphitrite had no love for her husband's half-blood children. But when Percy Jackson has to stay in Atlantis while he recovers, can she accept him and let go of her resentment?
Or in which Amphitrite comes to care for her demigod stepson.
family in disguise by osamugiris
G | 3.7k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Poseidon/Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Triton
Growing up, Good Parent Amphitrite, Disguised gods
"Thank you," he smiled softly. "I like blue candy a lot. Smelly Gabe says food can't be blue, so Mom likes to make blue food and bring home blue candy all the time just to say he's wrong. It's our thingy."
"Anything can be blue if you wish," she nodded with a smile.
"What's your name, dear?"
"Percy," he said. "What's yours, miss?"
The woman grinned at him. "You just call me Mrs. A."
Amphitrite and (reluctantly) triton have been looking out for Percy his entire life without Poseidon’s knowledge. Percy feels stupid for not figuring it out sooner.
Family doesn't end in blood by HadrianPeverellBlack
G | 3.9k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Poseidon
Percy Jackson is a Little Shit, Good Parent Amphitrite, Poseidon is a Good Parent
Five times Amphitrite saw Percy help sea creatures,
Plus the one time Percy needed help.
I really don’t know clouds at all by Melanthios
T | 4.1k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Poseidon is overprotective, Triton is a good sibling, Good parent Amphitrite
Percy and the sea fam hold hands on different occasions.
Gratuity At Twenty Percent by inkncoffee
T | 5.6k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Father-son relationship, Family, Good step-mother, Protective Percy
Amphitrite was no fool and she wouldn't be played for one. Not even by the lord of the sea himself. When Poseidon starts disappearing at night, Amphitrite investigates. She's not entirely sure if what she finds is better or worse than what she expected.
Get Well by PunkFlame
Not Rated | 6.8k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Sickfic, Misunderstandings, Family Bonding
Normally Percy wasn’t huge on physical contact, which is what made the demigod utterly melting into him - and even nuzzling against his chest - all the more bewildering.
Not that a single thing in the past few minutes made much of any sense.
Firstly Percy never prayed to him, so hearing him do so filled the god with trepidation.
Despite whatever situation he thought he would find the demigod in, not for a moment did the messenger even consider that his brother would be lying face first in a bathtub, one foot hooked over the edge of the tub, and the other wedged in the corner.
What had happened to him now?
Love Blooms From Within by PunkFlame
T | 16k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Platonic Hanahkai, Undersea Family, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending
Percy grabbed a tissue from the nearby box to cough into, only to nearly faint when he caught sight of what was nestled in the bloody mess.
“Are those… petals?”
He pushed it to the back of his mind, and tried his very best to forget all about them.
Even though the cough and the petals never truly went away.
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All Percy ever wanted was his Father's love. Some brotherly love would certainly have been nice too, but how could they possibly ever love someone as fleeting as him?
(Hanahaki with a familial twist.)
The Sea Does Not Like to Be Restrained by PunkFlame
T | 20k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson/Apollo
Undersea Family, Controlling Relationships, Protective family dynamics
As it turns out, when a demigod rejects their godly parent’s domain with such vehemence, the god and their child could become entirely severed from one another.
There was little knowledge on the matter, the bottom line seemed to be that if the two did not mend the sever, Perseus would slowly fade away and die, step by step loosing more and more of himself as his soul desperately tried to mend the gaping hole in itself.
Triton couldn't even imagine. The most terrifying concept to him was piece by piece loosing what made him who he was.
To have parts of oneself ripped from one's very soul until they remain a husk of what they once were, there were scarcely worse things...
Oh Yeah, No, I Totally Forgot by BlueberryLimoncello
T | 93k+ | Ongoing as of 23/8/23
Sally Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Sally Jackson is a good parent, Amphitrite is 'aunt Rita', Amphitrite is a homie
Amphitrite really had only gone to that particular beach to see if there was something special about it. To see if the surf was softer, the wildlife nicer, if the nymphs were maybe prettier. She needed to see if there was a reason Poseidon went there so often.
But the stretch of sand she’d come to was truly pitiful, it wasn’t anything special or different, it was in fact boringly empty.
Or it was meant to be empty.
A small child stared up at her with big green eyes, a mop of dark curly hair, and an armful of various colorful buckets and a tiny shovel.
Oh.
Who Would Dare? by PunkFlame
T | 120k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite
Poison, Sickfic, Undersea Family, Extreme medical trauma
"Listen." Triton's voice cut through Percy’s haze "We both know you're hurt, but you don’t have to play the hero. Now let me see your damn wound."
Percy nodded, opening up his stance and allowing Triton to approach him.
He lifted the hem of Percy’s shirt carefully, to reveal an inch deep gash that stretched from the top of his shoulder to his upper thigh.
Triton froze, eyes widening in disbelief, but he remained silent. He reached out but stopped himself just short of touching the wound.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and grave.
"Tell me who did this to you... Now."
________
Triton, at Poseidon's request, goes to seek out Percy; however, he finds him on the brink of death, and brings him back to Atlantis in an attempt to save his life.
What will this mean for them, what will this mean for the royal family as a whole, and who would dare to have done this in the first place?
Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwillpassthis
T | 201k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Amphitrite, Percy Jackson & Poseidon
King!Percy, Undersea politics, Atlantis
Percy knelt before Atlantis’ throne, feeling the ancient power of the sea run through his veins in an uncoordinated dance.
You are the sea now, it whispered, and the sea is you.
A crown of gold and emeralds was placed on his head.
Long live the king. Long live the king.
.
It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.
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wanted to win
April 13, 2024
Kensington felt her heart drop even further once the buzzer finally rung, meaning that Boston College had officially lost the national championship to Denver University.
She felt her stomach just drop and felt like she suddenly couldn’t stand on her own two feet. She shakily kneeled down on the ice letting out an extremely shaky breath and could feel the tears in her eyes.
Kensington had officially played her last game for Boston College and her last game with all of her best friends and no one even knew but her and her family. She hopped that a day or two after the game if they won that she could tell everyone and it wouldn’t be so bad because they would be on a high after the win but now she knew now, it would be devastating.
Cutter stumbled a few steps over to Kensington and kneeled down in front of her, He looked at her with a nauseating look on his face and felt his jaw trembling making him clench his jaw, he leaned his forehead on her shoulder taking a deep breath.
Kensington leaned her head on top of his helmet letting a few tears drip down her face as she also knew Cutter was leaving.
“You’re leaving aren’t you.” Cutter whispered having a suspicion for awhile, he’s known her for years now and with how much she was sneaking off to talk to her agent and how guilty she looked when the topic of next season came up, he knew.
Kensington’s shuttering breath was the answer to his question.
Kensington slowly stood up and put a hand down for Cutter, he stood up for her and she turned about seeing Gabe, Will and Ryan walking over to them.
Kensington felt her eyes tearing up even more as she saw her three boys and she quickly pulled them into a hug making the three all wrapped their arms around her.
Ryan hid his face against his best friend’s head and sniffled desperately, Gabe leaned his head onto Ryan’s looking extremely out of it. Will just hid his face in his girlfriend’s neck grabbing onto her hand and holding it like it’s his lifeline.
Kensington didn’t know how she was going to break their hearts even more when she tells them she is leaving.
Kensington, Ryan, Gabe and Will all reluctantly let go of each other and stumbled slowly off the ice and down the tunnel, into the locker room.
Kensington slowly sat down onto her stall, feeling robotic as she slowly started taking off her equipment. Her brain was so fogged that all the words from the coaches and Eamon just didn’t even register, she kept her eyes downcast on the floor of the locker room.
Kensington was the last to get up and start stumbling to the showers, she didn’t know how long she stood under the burning hot water but long enough to not see anyone left in the locker room when she finally came out.
She looked at her stall once more and gently traced her fingers over her name and looked to the left seeing Will’s and Ryan’s name and to the right Gabe’s name, the last time she would ever play with all three of her best friends.
Jack walked down the hallway having seen the whole team come out already and meeting with their family and he saw Will’s sad shake of his head when Jack looked at him.
Jack knew how devastating and heartbreaking a lost like this is, he was close to Kensington’s age when he had a terrible lost at the WJC, getting second place is the last place you want.
Jack walked into the locker room gently leaning against the door being mindful of his sling, he watched as his sister gently traced her name above her stall, “I had a feeling you would still be here.” Jack spoke watching as his little sister didn’t even flinch at his presence.
“Yeah why’s that.” Kensington monotonously spoke not looking at her brother because she knew she would crack and start sobbing and she was afraid she would never be able to stop.
“Because you’ve always liked to be alone when you’re upset.” Jack fondly commented and walked into the room sitting down gingerly on the stall next to hers, he patted her stall gently and gave her a look.
Kensington let out a breath and sat down to Jack, “I wanted to win.” Kensington played with her rings.
“I know.” Jack simply hummed and gently wrapped his good arm around her shoulder.
“I-.” Kensington voice cracked with emotion making her sniffle and wipe her eye, “I just wanted to end in a happy note.” Kensington didn’t want her last game and memories with the team to be so sad, she loved everything about Boston College and it’s been one of the best year of her life and she hates that it as ending so heartbreaking.
Jack just pulled her to his chest and gently rubbed her back and that just made her bust out into sobs, her who’s body was just shaking with her sobs and her face was soaking wet with salty tears that were getting Jack’s jacket wet.
“Ssh, It’s okay Sunny, let it all out.” Jack softly cooed feeling his heartbreaking even more for his baby sister as he gently rubbed her back and kiss the top of her head.
“I’m never gonna play with any of them again.” Kensington chocked out between her sobs, the first time she’s spoke about her leaving out loud.
Kensington just sobbed even harder and could feel her breathing catching as she sobbed so hard, “I just wanted to win.” Kensington whispered and held onto her big brother tighter.
Jack felt tears come to his eyes seeing how upset his baby sister is and a part of him right there hated that hockey had done this to her, to Luke, to Quinn, to Him.
Jack pressed more soft kisses to the top of her head and could feel her tears starting to soak through his shirt now.
Kensington’s sobs slowly started to calm down and she just leaned her forhead still on Jack’s chest trying to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry, i know how much this sucks.” Jack softly comforted her, he knew nothing he would say would really make her feel much better so he just had to be there for her.
Kensington nodded and reluctantly leaned up and lifted her head off Jack and winced apologetically seeing the wet spot on Jack’s jacket.
Jack just smiled shaking off her concerns and pulled his jacket down onto his hand and gently wiped off her tears and gave her a soft kiss to her forehead.
He sent her one more comforting smile before looked at the door seeing Will walk in.
Kensington looked up and saw her just as heartbroken boyfriend and she got up and met him halfway in a tight hug.
Jack smiled softly at the two, he knew there will never be anyone better than Will for his sister and if they can get through the distance then they would be together forever. He quietly left the locker room.
Will held onto his girlfriend tightly and slowly shifted them to the floor and Kensington shuffled closer sitting on his lap, on the floor in the middle of the locker room as they hugged each other tightly.
She knew she had to do this eventually, “I’m leaving this season Will.” Kensington pulled back and avoided eye contact with her long time best friend and boyfriend.
Will swallowed harshly, he knew she was going to leave before him because he knew her team wanted her this season but she declined as she wanted to attend Boston College, so he isn’t surprised but it still hurts just as bad.
Will just let out a shaky breath and cupped her face turning her back to him and pressed their foreheads together closing his eyes.
“I know baby. I know.” Will mumbled softly sniffling as he felt tears running down his face again. Kensington just let out a watery breath and closed her eyes.
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Happy Birthday!!!!!! May all your wishes come true!!!! Good health and wealth to you!!!
As a Gabe anon, I feel compelled to give you a little idea and here it is. A Sleepless in Seattle AU!
Hob is a recently widowed father to a precocious 10-year-old, Robyn. They lost Eleanor just the year before and to help themselves, they pack up and move out of the city she grew up in to move to Seattle.
On the other side of the country, Dream is preparing to marry Calliope, whom he met at work. The relationship is fine. He likes her well enough and she likes him well enough. Marriage is just something that makes this all seem real.
It's Christmas Eve and while on a long drive home, Dream tunes into a radio show where Robyn is asking for a new wife or husband for his father. He's been real sad since his mom died and he just wants someone to join their little family.
Then Hob catches him and sends him off to bed and takes over the call. He gets to talking about what he loved about his wife and what he misses most. Dream heart melts for this stranger so many miles away.
Dream decides to write him a letter. He wants to meet Hob and Robyn on top of the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day, much to the chagrin of his friend Lucienne who rightly tells him he doesn't want to be in love in real life. He wants to be in love in a movie. He's also still engaged to Calliope after all. Dream thinks better of it and tosses the letter, which Lucienne still mails.
Hob meanwhile has moved on and has started dating again. Which Robyn doesn't like. He finds Gwen too weird for his tastes. Besides he likes Dream's letter the best. Which puts the house at odds. Robyn wants to go to New York for Valentine's Day, Hob wants to go to a cabin for the weekend with Gwen. They fight about it all day long until Eurydice, Robyn's new friend, uses her parent's travel agency to put him on a plane.
Robyn's going to New York to see his new dad <3
- 🤜 anon
ANON I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE GRATEFUL IN MY LIFE THAT YOU DECIDED TO COME AND GRACE MY INBOX WITH THIS. BECAUSE THIS IS GLORIOUS.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Hob has never been more panicked in his entire life than he was when he got the phone call from his babysitter that Robyn wasn't at home. The ensuing fight with Gwen had been quick, vicious, and frustrating. She had understood his need to go after Robyn, of course, but when she found out that Robyn had left to meet this mystery letter person, they'd had a fight over the love letter that Hob still carried in his wallet.
(Why did he carry the letter in his wallet? How long had he had the loopy handwriting memorized, how long had he known every single word, no matter how many times he'd read it....)
Hob had taken Gwen home, and had accepted her demand to delete her number from his phone and hauled ass to the airport, purchasing a ticket the second he hit the counter, racing to the gate in time. The flight was agonizing, and Robyn had clearly turned his phone off, no matter how many times Hob looked at it and begged for his kid to answer one of his dozen or so texts.
~!~
Perhaps Dream should have known that Calliope would not stand to play second fiddle to anyone, even an imaginary man who had no basis or truth in reality. Yet when she'd handed him the ring back with a regretful look, he'd felt nothing but relief. He had no doubt that in another world, they could, perhaps, find happiness together, but every time Dream looked at the Empire State Building... he wondered.
Strange that the sound of a single man's voice had made him decide to abandon all reason. But Robert Gadling (call him Hob, according to his adorable son) had sounded so wistful and so lovely that it had been impossible not to be drawn to the possibility of offering what it was that the man was seeking. No matter that he lived across the entire country and the possibility of him being at the top of the Empire State Building tonight was so unlikely as to be called impossible...
The romantic in him couldn't deny it how much he wanted Hob to be waiting for him there. Even if Dream had no idea what he looked like, or how someone like Robyn would like him, it didn't matter. The possibility of it all was a break in the 'fine' that it seemed had been suffocating him his entire life.
So Dream raced to the Empire State Building, barely making it past the guard, promising a quick look before he left, and ran out onto the observation deck. The sight of no one there, only an empty chill, had his heart sinking, because of course he'd been foolish, of course he had wanted too much, wanted the impossible - when the door opened behind him.
Standing there was a man, with his son, and they were in the middle of an argument.
"I told you no one would be up here, they were closed-"
"But Dad, his letter promised! He promised!"
"I know, but sometimes adults make promises that they can't keep," Hob said, his voice softening, gentling.
Dream stared in shock, because it was impossible not to recognize both of those voices. He'd heard them in his dreams for weeks now, and they likely hadn't seen him because of his all black ensemble. He cleared his throat and stepped into the orange light from the inside.
"I am in the habit of keeping my promises," he offered up, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He stepped closer, even tough it was clear that they were both in shock. A moment later, Robyn was barreling toward him, and Dream caught the boy against his legs carefully, well aware that Robert Gadling (Hob, Hob, his name was Hob) was watching. "It's a pleasure to meet you Robyn."
"I knew you'd come, Mr. Dream. You promised. You said that everyone needs to have dreams, and how important they are, no matter how fantastical they are!" Robyn said, his face pressed tight to him. "You're perfect for Dad, I just know it."
Dream swallowed down the instinctive disagreement, because he was far from perfect for anyone, and in fact, it was the distinct opposite, where he was often too much. "I think that will be up to your Dad and I to determine, Robyn. But I have you to thank for our meeting." He knelt down, uncaring of he cold granite on his knees and met the warm brown eyes of the boy who loved his father so much, he'd tried to do the impossible.
"No matter what happens, Robyn, never forget how important it is to-"
"Put magic into the world," Hob finished, quoting Dream's letter from memory, meeting the wild blue eyes that sent his heart stuttering all over again. "Because if we do not make our own magic, if we do not rejoice in the magic there is to be had, it will fade away before we even know what we have lost."
Dream's breath caught and he stared at Hob. "You read my letter," he whispered.
"Dad keeps it tucked in his wallet," Robyn stage-whispered. "He's read it so many times when he thought I wasn't looking. I think he needs a little magic."
Dream's lips quirked and he grinned as Hob began to flush, his cheeks growing more and more red by the second. "Does he now?" He reached out and gave Robyn's hands a small squeeze before standing and moving closer to where Robert Gadling was tugging at his ear lobe in embarrassment.
"Hello Robert," Dream breathed, his voice soft. "My name is Morpheus Endless, but I would have you call me Dream."
"Hello Dream," Hob repeated, his voice soft, reverent. He could feel his cheeks were flaming red because the most beautiful man he'd ever seen swayed closer to him. "Call me Hob, please? If that's not too weird?"
Dream nodded. "Hob," he agreed. "You kept my letter?"
Hob nodded and reached out to pull it from his letter, unfolding it carefully. "I, I used to be a medieval professor. No one hand writes letters anymore. But yours was handwritten."
"Of course. It was important," Dream whispered. "It had to be a little bit magical. For the man I fell a little in love with over a radio show."
Hob gasped, his eyes widening. There was a story in the way Dream's chin tilted up, unrepentant, but aware it was too much, that it should be too much. It was a story he very much wanted to discover. He swallowed and looked down at Robyn who was grinning wildly at both of them.
"I think I fell a little in love with you when you turned around to tell Robyn you always keep your promises," Hob admitted, his heart pounding. Pink streaked across Dream's cheekbones and he wanted to chase it with his lips. "But don't you live in New York? We, we don't..."
"As it turns out," Dream said, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I am a children's author who is quite able to work from wherever he likes. So perhaps, I could offer my guest room to you both this evening, and I could visit the west coast soon?"
"Really soon, Mr. Dream?" Robyn asked. "Please?"
Dream winked at Hob and looked down at Robyn. "If I can manage it, I have every intention of flying back on the same flight as both of you. I can't have someone else stealing your father away when I have decided to properly court him, after all."
The noise that escaped his throat was embarrassing, but hearing Dream say that he intended to COURT him was... he wasn't the one who should be COURTED, not when Dream was, was, he was the one who deserved to be courted!
"If he will have me of course," Dream added, meeting Hob's eyes again. "I am perhaps out of practice, but I will do my best."
Hob could see the hesitancy there, the worry, and if he wasn't halfway in love with Dream already from that small declaration, he didn't know himself at all. So instead, he reached out, tangled his hands in the collar of Dream's jacket and pulled him in close. "We can practice together," he breathed against Dream's lips, swallowing his gasp with a soft kiss.
They broke apart to Robyn's loud cheer followed by the pointed clearing of the throat of the elevator bellman. Hob laughed and pressed his forehead against Dream's, holding onto his hand tightly as they made their way to the exit. Perhaps it would end horribly, perhaps it was a dream not meant to last, but...
Dream didn't let go of his hand for the rest of the night.
Or on the flight home.
Or on the car ride back to his house.
Or when he offered the use of his guest room in return for Dream's kindness.
Or, when, three weeks later, he admitted that he had fallen in proper love, and he wanted Dream to stay.
Dream didn't let go, and Hob let himself believe in the magic of happily ever after.
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On the Percy Jackson series, now that the season has concluded, do you have any thoughts on it, whether standalone or as an adaptation, about what worked and didn't work in it? I ask partly because I want to analyse it as its own thing but I can't stop getting hung up on the changes and I'm not completely sure why.
Of all things, Gabe is the big one for me. They turned him from a repulsive abuser to a pathetic manchild who lacks the power dynamic of his book counterpart and was so consistently treated as comic relief that I actually pitied him. The fact that he shares the fate of his book counterpart actually kind of angers me and it's hard for me to look past that. It left a mean-spirited taste in my mouth.
I don’t think I’ve talked enough about what did work, and I do think there’s a place for talking about that, so I’m glad you asked!
I think Walker Scobell could play a really excellent Percy Jackson. And I think Leah Jeffries and Aryan Simhadri are both very endearing in their roles.
I’m not going to throw shade on 14 year-old actors and actresses. There’s no shade to throw. Acting is vulnerability combined with introspection and understanding. No teenager is going to have the same level of vulnerability, understanding, and introspection, expressed with the same skill, as we’re used to seeing in adults, period. And the show doesn’t do them any favors by giving them very adult lines and very adult-behaving characters to play.
Which segues nicely into—the character’s “arcs” are completely different in the show, but they feel more like…”alternate universe” characters than “out-of-character-rewrites.” For the most part.
I already touched on how Grover is a completely different Grover in the TV show. His fear is both too serious and not extreme enough. He’s not comedic. Instead, he is a voice of reason, and he does have a maturity the other two don’t have. He’s written to talk to the other adults differently than Percy and Annabeth are—more like equals, less like teen-vs-adults. You can easily believe that Grover is a 24 year-old in a kid’s body during those scenes, like the ones with Ares.
But there’s a reason he’s not like that in the Percy Jackson books; he’s comedic, and he’s Percy’s best friend. Percy’s only 12 when they meet; it’s weird for a 12 year-old to be best friends with a 24 year-old—who BEHAVES like a 35 year-old, with all the gravity, and maturity, etc. But if the 24 year-old is a magical creature who, for his species, is still pretty young, and has a comedically immature personality, then the chemistry works much better. Anyway. Not my point.
My point is, Grover might not be Grover, but you can still see trace elements of Grover in him. Like how you can see echoes of Spider-Man in Spider-Gwen’s story. It’s an alternate-universe, not a do-over.
Grover still wants to be a seeker.
Grover still feels guilty about not taking better care of Thalia.
Grover still gets the most outraged and cares the most deeply about nature and crimes against nature.
Grover is still a peace-lover at heart, so he’s the most gentle in relational interactions.
‘That kind of stuff is still there. It’s just re-contextualized and…made less fun. That’s all. More serious. More grit.
Same thing with Annabeth:
Annabeth still wants to prove she’s the best of the best.
Annabeth’s still given up on her normal family and is most comfortable in life-or-death strategizing.
Annabeth’s still smart, but specifically wise enough to notice Percy’s heart of gold while everyone else is busy being afraid of or disappointed in him.
Same thing with Percy:
Percy still has the stubborn rebelliousness we all know and love.
Percy’s still a guy who goes with his gut first and foremost.
Percy’s still willing to sacrifice the future for the present, if the present means saving the people he loves.
Percy still makes wise-cracks at wildly inappropriate times.
And I think some of the show is really well written. Some of it. Two parts in particular stand out. The first is when Annabeth and Percy have the post-killing Medusa conversation, and they have that, “she tried to get me to betray you. What did you say? I killed her sister. What did you say? I cut off her head.” exchange. That’s great. The point of that conversation is “you can trust me because no matter how I might be tempted, this is the line I won’t cross.” But they don’t come out and say that. They have the characters say it without saying it, if that makes sense.
The second bit of good writing that comes into my brain was Luke’s conversation with Percy about being small and scary. It was such a good way to introduce the important concept of why gods need demigods/why gods fear demigods, while also lore-dropping things like “Annabeth is afraid of spiders” and “this fantasy world does have rules.” And on top of those boxes getting checked, you can also see the conversation from Luke’s point of view—he’s bitter about being thought of as a small thing to the gods, but now he’s starting to embrace the scariness part.
So some moments are good, writing-wise. Especially if you tilt your head and say “this is an alternate universe.” I just think they’re not always the right moments for Percy Jackson.
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Manny Delmont HC's
A/N: The last of the boys is here but he certainly ain't the least ;) EDITED
TW'S: YANDERE, MURDER, NEEDLE MENTION(TATTOO),
By far the most unhinged member of the family and thats saying A LOT lmao
Platonic yandere for his kin, he has killed in their name and will do it again.
One of if not the most loyal person you'd ever meet.
Once he decides he likes you he turns into your own personal puppy.
If the puppy was a man who enjoyed showing his love through the most violent means at hand that is.
Smells like honey and lavender and when he can't be bothered to hide it, blood.
Shares a lot of features with his twin, except his eyes, he has the brightest in his family, and they are often clouded with mischief.
Marcos uses him as a test dummy for outfits since they look nearly identical, if looks good on Manny he can go from there.
He's been offered to model before.
Best begging face in the business, he rarely has to ask for something twice.
Has a few tattoos, there's a blank cartoon heart over his real one, plans on getting his beloveds name inked there once he finds em.
And he knows he will!
Hopeless romantic, he loves romcoms!
Especially You on Netflix(👁👄👁)
Thinks Christine should have chosen to be with the Phantom of the Opera.
Also thinks Victor should have been with Emily from A Corpse Bride.
Mask kink but we'll circle back later ;)
It stems from his love of all things Horror something be shared with his twin, if he's watching something where he picks up even a hint of romance between the Slasher and the final girl he starts kicking his feet.
Thinks the bad guys deserve love to!
Gave himself his first tattoo, a stick n poke he made himself after watching 1 YouTube video.
Yeah that got infected, but he thought scars were sick as hell plus it was a great party story.
People fall over their feet for him on the daily.
Has gotten in the most fights out of all the brothers.
He may takes some licks during them but he was scary in the way that he never stayed down, and you could tell from the blank look in his eye and the twisted grin, if he got the chance he'd put you in the ground.
Terrible singer but that doesn't stop him from belting out his favorites in the shower
He loves pop music because there are a surprising amount of songs that remind him of his specific brand of love.
He really likes reading, especially when it teaches him something new, always learning this one.
He could be at the top of his class if he put in a smidge more of effort but he likes his life, as long as he's not actively causing chaos which lets be honest is very easy for him, the teachers often turn a blind eye to his goofing off.
Had several fake Id's before he was legal just to get into clubs to see bands preform.
Has a snake named noodle.
Shes a Python. He talks to her like a person
"You would not believe my day girl."
He's lean but strong, way stronger than he looks which always catches people by surprise.
If he doesn't have something occupying his hands he will start tapping on whatever available surface and if left unattended that will turn into beatboxing.
Funny even when he isn't trying
He once kidnapped a guy who was giving his twin grief and sent a picture of his upside down body in the group chat
"Felt kinda silly idk :) "
Manny's got high expectations for anyone dating his family, he's the real reason they have the rule about vetting people with each other.
When Ricky and Gabe were fighting over that girl way back when, a much younger Manny, hating the way his usually loving siblings were at each others throats, took it upon himself to rid them of the problem.
Knowing he only meant well Ricky and Gabe concocted the system the use today, but don't tell that to Manny.
His fits always come with a body count.
Oral fixation, he's constantly chewing on something.
His only source for relationships are his insane ass family so as the baby, it's natural he'd absorb all that crazy.
His laugh is more of a cackle.
He picks stuff up super easily but also gets bored just as fast so he has this random ass assortment of skills and neat party tricks.
Like one summer he got super into gymnastics so for fun he liked to twist into a backbend and speed crawl towards his brothers in the pitch black of the night.(Ricky has passed out from this)
Adrenalin junkie, he'd gotten his first motorbike at 15 and had been chasing the high he got from that first ride since.
Gabe taught him how to fight, not because he wanted to but because Manny had a tendency to mouth off to the wrong people and Gabe couldn't always be there to defend him.
Loves playing soccer, his father wanted him to have a much more legal way of releasing that devil in him, after nailing the goalie with a ball so hard he passed out, he fell in love with the sport.
He has a mean kick, if someone pissed him off enough he'd always manage to 'accidentally' kick the ball at their softest parts.
Has a new group of friends every week, he can't help it if everyone wants a piece of him.
He meets you at a bookstore, and he seen you long before he walked over to ask for help.
He watched the gentle way you handled the books, the care you showed them as you sorted, he could see you bobbing your head to the song softly playing from some speaker, the beams of light pouring in from the window cast you in a light that was damn near angelic.
He gaped at you silently for a bit before coming up with some obscure book title im his mind, if his assumptions about you were correct, you'd offer to help.
"Hi? Sorry to bug you." He put on his most charming smile and he could see it's effects instantly, the warm look in your eye gave him butterflies in his stomach.
"You're fine, how can I help you hun?" God even the way you spoke had goosebumps trailing down his back, your tone was like velvet.
"O-oh well I have this report due tomorrow that I completely spaced about- any chance you have this one?" He made sure to flash his watch, peacocking in every way he knew how, the rolex a gift from his Father, but you focused intently on the screen.
"Hmm this is an old one, I've definitely seen it, wanna follow me?"
"Absolutely." The response was innocent in nature but you had no idea just how much he meant that.
"So, you like to read or just a job thing?" He said gesturing to the rest of the store. To his delight you gave him another heart stopping smile, "I love books. How they can take you away from all the bullshit- oops sorry-" he laughed loud enough to hear it echo causing her to grin, "No don't be sorry, I wholeheartedly agree."
Ironically as picky as he was with his family's partners, he was yours the second you called him Hun, he got flashes of your life together the longer you two spoke, in reality the conversation was maybe ten minutes but that was all he needed.
Charms his way into your number, starts bringing you lunch and offering to pick you up, then he's offering to take you to work, no matter how early you started.
"I don't wanna mess with your sleep hun, plus you'd have to drive all the way across town and then to my job-"
He'd squish your cheeks together to steal a kiss, "Nonsense Darling, you could just spend the night if you're so worried about me." And would you look at that you're spending the night like every other night.
He's dummy smooth, he has you practically moved in before you're one month anniversary, if anyone were to try and plant some poison in your head like "You guys are moving kinda fast" or "shouldn't you get to know him better?" They are quickly put on his shit list.
As quick to cut a bitch as our boy is, he's also smart, and knows if everyone in your family and immediate circle started dropping dead he'd have a problem, so instead he gaslight gatekeeps and girlbosses his way to victory.
It be almost like love bombing, except it never goes away, he only ever falls deeper in love with you as time goes on.
Walk him like a dog he needs it.
Wants to take you all over the world, loves the idea of boneing in every continent.
He's soo cuddly the type to text you when you're in the bathroom cuz he miss you :(
The kinda guy where if you send him a cute picture he responds with a video of him falling to his knees wherever he's at.
Loves being the little spoon, but when he's wasted he has a tendency to flop on top of you like a starfish before curling around you like a koala.
Mean mugs the shit outta any girl who looks at him bec tf I'm for MY babys eyes only >:(
Promise rings for your one month anniversary that have both your guy's blood in them. How he got it you'll never know but you're a weirdo just like him and instead of questioning it you bear hug him.
Fantastic kisser, knocks the breath outta you each time, please touch him while you make out, pull his hair he promises not to moan that loudly again. Scouts honor.
He's lying btw
He is the opposite of afraid to moan in your ear, they almost sound exaggerated but no he's really that loud.
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"it started off so innocent. (she had a vibe and a wolf started digging it.)"
Hi folks! This right here is part two to @dominimoonbeam lovely request for Darlin' piercing David! The lovely @pinksparkl had brought up Gabe's potential reaction to David getting a piercing I had to write it!! So here is Gabe being frustrated and meddlesome in his own fatherly way towards the two stubborn of asses in the pack!!!
Thank you to @thatlesbeanjew and @colloquialcolival for giving me idea of Gabe making pupusas for David to further the Hispanic David Headcanon!!!
CW: No Angel or Sam AU, This is still happening in the College AU, Underage Drinking, (author forgot the legal age in the states is 21), Gabe just wants to make sure David and Darlin' are happy, Mentions of Marriage, The smut will come soon I promise, Once again despite the title of the song Darlin' is GN, I just really like the song way too much
click here for the ao3 link!!!
It was a rough day for David, and despite the fact that he didn’t tell him, Gabriel could tell the fatigue on his son’s face before he left the house. So as a way to cheer him up and make sure his child is taking care of himself, he decided to make his favourite dish tonight. Maybe he can take a couple pupusas with him to class so he has something to eat in between meetings.
Gabriel watched the pot of boiling water, making sure the pork didn't burn while he kneaded the dough. Food had and will always be how Gabe shows love to those around him, something that was ingrained into his blood by his mother. In his childhood, he watched his mom cook big batches of food for their family and neighbours. Big celebrations filled with people and meals were a highlight from his childhood, and despite being far away from his home land now, he intends to bring David that same joy.
Once the water evaporated, he added the pork, onions and green peppers to a food processor, turning it into a paste for the pupusas. Through the noise, he could still hear the door open and close. Assuming it was David, he listened to the young man flop onto the couch. Gabe turned back to see David, with his shoes off thankfully, peacefully dozing off. Good, he should sleep after a stressful day.
A while goes by, and Gabe spends it by continuing to fill the dough with the pork paste, when he felt a head rest on his shoulder. Without looking down, he chuckled. “Feeling hungry David?” The young wolf groaned, still half asleep but clearly woken up by the amazing smell. Placing the first batch of pupusas onto the comal, he turned to David. “Give me another 10 minutes, ok son?” David grumbled and sat at the dining room table, head in arms as he tried to fall back asleep.
Gabe found David’s behaviour a little off. Sure, his son was exhausted, but even at this state, David would make an effort to speak. As a father, he told his son that he has to express what he’s feeling, for his and others sake. As an Alpha, he always emphasized that a leader must communicate to his followers, lest they lose respect for him.
(Not that he listens to either piece of advice. David is still the closed off boy from his youth, scared to express his feelings for a certain white wolf lest he makes a fool of himself. And despite his best attempts, David still relied on his father when it came to pack business, not comfortable enough in his role as Beta to voice his concerns. He only wishes he’ll be alive to see his son blossom into the man he knows David can be. Or at least be Darlin’s father-in-law.)
A quick sniff of the air had Gabe recoil. There was a sharp, alcoholic smell in the air, and it was coming from David. So either he got a cut that needed to be cleaned. Or his son decided to do a little bit of day drinking. Judging by his tired voice and vampire-like aversion to light, he’ll bet on the latter. Not that he was mad at him for it.
Walking over to David, Gabe put the plate of pupusas and a cup of water on the table. “Here you go, kid,” he said while ruffling his hair. “Eat up and you’ll feel a whole better.” He walked back to the kitchen to clean up the dirty dishes. He eyed his son, thinking about what, or who, could convince hiss on
David whined, moving his head in what looked like a nod. With what little strength he had left in his arms, he picked up the pupusa in his hand. But before he could open his mouth and take a bite, he grumbled and put it down. Turning his head to Gabe and squinting his eyes at the light, David slurred out, “Sorry Dad, can’t eat right now.”
Now David was not like other boys his age. He preferred to study over going out to parties and he took his duties as Beta so seriously that you would have thought his life depended on it. The fact that he came home even the slightest bit inebriated was already enough cause for suspicion. But the one thing he had in common with most boys, especially shifter boys, was their appetite. David could and will eat everything in sight, even more so when stressed. It was the reason Gabe made pupusas in the first place for him.
The fact that David wasn’t eating, especially his favourite meal, meant that something was very, very wrong.
Through the bond as Alpha and Beta, or through their bond as father and son, David waved his hand casually, a way to quell the worry building up in his father. “Don’t worry, dad. Darlin’ gave me some soup to drink.” With that, David got up with immense effort, and stumbled on to his room.
Gabe knew of Darlin’s habit of… making impulsive decisions that landed them in interesting situations. He still remembers that one time he had to grab them from Vancouver because they wanted ‘Tims.’ He also knows that they wouldn’t drag the pack into a situation that they deemed dangerous, opting to deal with it on their own. He hopes that one day, they’ll break that habit and rely on the pack.
He has enough trust in them to not make David do anything stupid. In fact, he’s thankful that they bring David out of his comfort bubble. With them, he feels comfortable enough to make the stupid decisions that he’ll cherish when he’s older. That being said, it didn’t hurt to shoot them a call to see what was going on. (He’s a little salty that the pupusas are going to go cold.)
Picking up his phone from the counter, he dialed Darlin’s number. After a couple of rings, the wolf in question picks up the phone.
“Hey, fluffball.”
“Whatever happened, I didn’t do shit.”
He chuckled, not surprised by the wolf’s suspicion. “Of course. You do know that I’ll take your side no matter what, right?” He shook his head at the silence, disappointed in Darlin’s continued belief that he has no faith in them. But this is for a different time. “Reason I called you was because David came home drunk. And he said that you told him that he couldn’t eat…”
He could feel Darlin’s apprehension across the line with the way their breath hitched and quickened. They were already expecting another lecture. “I’m not mad, fluffball. I just need to know why my son didn’t eat any of my pupusas.”
Darlin’s breath calmed down, but the nerves were still present in their voice, “Uhh… well… I may have given David a… piercing?” They laughed nervously, not knowing what Gabe’s reaction might be.
Luckily for them, and obviously for him, Gabe didn’t mind that his son got a piercing. For starters, it was his body, and David could do whatever he wanted with his body. He was his own person and Gabe has enough faith in him to make the right decisions. (Even if some of those decisions tend to be clouded by love and lust.) He was more shocked that Darlin’ was able to convince him to get a piercing of any kind. As a business major, David always made sure his appearance remained corporate friendly, and piercings are anything but that.
A loud laugh erupted from Gabe, his mind concocting all the scenarios that would have let his son make that decision. “I got two questions for you, kid. What kind of piercing did you give him and how on earth did you manage that?”
“I gave him a tongue piercing- but I promise that I was super safe! Ain’t no way it’ll get infected unless he does something stupid.” Gabe didn’t have any worries about the process being safe and sanitized. “As for why… um… that might be a story for later.”
“Like on your wedding day?”
He found great amusement in seeing Darlin’ stutter out a response, trying to find a way to dismiss and deny that thought. It was hard to fluster them, their resolve was strong as iron, but bringing up David never failed to break them a little. Around the rest of the pack, they were reserved, reluctant to integrate themselves. With David, Darlin’ could be the carefree kid that Gabe had heard plenty of stories about.
Now if only both of them can get their asses out of their heads and confess before he gets any grey hairs would be greatly beneficial.
“Relax, I’m only teasing,” he reassured, “But seriously. You need to tell him how you feel. For both of your sakes.” As adorable as it was watching David and Darlin’ pine for each other from a distance, he knew that it was causing them both unnecessary heartache. “The only way to resolve this, relationship or not, is by talking about your feelings. I promise it’ll leave both of you better off.”
“Yeah, I get that… But what if?”
Gabe didn’t need rocket science to know that their mind was being dragged off to a hundred different hypotheticals, combing through each scenario to figure out where everything would go wrong. He doesn’t blame them, he’s well aware of Darlin’s rough homelife to understand why they’re so cautious, even if he doesn’t know the specifics.
He just wishes that for once, they give the same level of consideration to the positives that they do to the negatives.
“I know it’s easier said than done, but just think about it. Okay kid?”
They sighed on the other end, and he deluded himself into thinking it isn’t a dismissive sigh. “I’ll try.”
He thanked Darlin’ and said his farewells, making sure to remind them to come to the next pack meeting. He could hear their eyes roll from across the line, but is thankful that they’ll abide in his request. Gabe noted that their confirmation of their appearance at the meeting was said in a more confident tone than their agreement to talk to David.
Putting the phone down, he rubbed his hand over his stubble. Dealing with emotionally reserved people was always a challenge, for one wrong step could lead to eternal broken trust. But Gabe knew in his heart that if David and Darlin’ would just sit down and talk, it would lead them both down a path of lifetime joy.
He just hopes he’s alive for the day that happens.
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Life Is Strange. Where are they now scenarios
It's officially been 10 years since the events of LIS1. So this is my scenarios for what could happen in both of the endings for each of the characters.
Save Chloe ending
Max and Chloe are wanderers. Until they decide to settle down in New York. Or in Seattle. I'd like it to be Seattle since Max's parents are there and Victoria too. But regardless of where they choose, Max settle down. Max gets a job as a photojournalist and Chloe becomes a mechanic/tattoo artist and opens up a garage that offers both of her expertise. At some point Max meets a man named Brody. Brody tells the story of two boys he met and asks Max to help prove their innocence. Max eventually does. She goes back in time to witness the Seattle Incident. Max witnessed everything and uses her eyewitness testimony plus photographic evidence to help prove Sean and Daniel's innocence.
Eventually Max and Chloe gets married and Victoria, Kate, Alex, Steph,, Daniel, Sean, Karen and David all come to their wedding
Victoria sees a therapist and leads her family's gallery until she overcomes her trauma and does not let what Jeffershit does harms her love of photography. Max and Victoria occasionally get together and share their work since Arcadia Bay.
Kate survives in the hospital since Michel confirmed she survived on threads. She writes a book for children and does podcasts about surviving Arcadia Bay and about surviving a serial killer and bullying. This is how Max, Chloe and Victoria find her. At some point Kate and Victoria go through a slow burn of dealing with their trauma in therapy, going through the bullying and learning to forgive each other. It begins as friendship and blossoms into a relationship and what started as a victim and a bully ends as girlfriends.
Steph is with Alex. Steph and Alex start off as a traveling band and even Izzy joins them. Eventually they visit Haven and catch up with RYan, but Ryan asks to join them as he can't stay knowing what his father did and losing Gabe and his mother, there's nothing for him there. So Ryan leaves with Alex and Steph and joins the band. At some point Steph and Alex meets up with Max and Chloe. Steph and Chloe reconnect and Max befriends Alex. They bond over their powers and what they've been through. However Alex notices Max's guilt after hearing Steph's story about surviving Arcadia Bay. Alex convinces Max to tell Steph the truth. Max eventually tells Steph about how saving Chloe caused the storm that wiped the town. Steph is mad for a while, but eventually forgives Max and Chloe. Every year or so Alex, Steph, Mikey, Max and Chloe get together to play D&D. Alex and Steph eventually settles down in Salem.
David would remain in Away. He would be visited by Max and Chloe, Sean and Daniel and to his shock and relief, Kate. While David mourns for Joyce, he found peace in Away and has a better relationship with his step-daughter and made peace with someone he really hurt, even if he doesn't deserve it.
Save Arcadia Bay
Max grieves for a long time until she decides to live her life. She realizes that Chloe would want her to live. She has the memories of Chloe and holds her in her heart. She has Warren, Kate and all her friends in Arcadia Bay. She graduates with Warren by her side. Max goes on to be a successful photojournalist.
Warren would be a positive presence for Max, always there for her and a good influence during her grieving period. They’d watch movies together in their dorm rooms and just hangout. In a sense, Warren becomes what Rachel was for Chloe, her angel. Warren’s presence soothes Max’s broken heart and this is why Max slowly falls in love with him. They graduate together, go to college, Warren becomes a chemistry professor in the UO while Max becomes a photojournalist. When they are older, they get married and have children. Max becomes the Maes Hughes of his university showing off Max and their kids lol
Like in the Save Chloe ending, Kate goes on to become a author for children's book and goes on to talk about her experiences with Jefferson and bullying in the hopes it could help so many people struggling with bullying. While maintaining a close friendship with Max.
Victoria would be horrified of what Nathan and Jefferson did. Max and Victoria would make peace and Victoria would help her through her grief, which would result in Max and Victoria finally becoming friends. Victoria, Taylor and Courtney would take Max out for shopping, dress Max up and Victoria would help reignite Max’s love for photography and would not let Jefferson ruin her passion. Max and Victoria together would take some killer shots. Victoria would tell Max “when you are a famous photographer, you can put your pictures in my gallery” and it was a deal, Max would focus on becoming a photographer and Victoria would become heir to the Chase Space. Max and Victoria embrace in a hug.
Joyce and David would divorce. Joyce just had enough and realizes she held responsibility for failing Chloe and for allowing David to be a toxic and abusive influence in her life, but she just didn't want to see it. In a way she still loves him, but she can't have him in her life anymore, while David knows he failed Chloe and leaves to atone.
Nathan does time in a prison for a brief period before he goes to a mental institution. He gets visits from Victoria and his sister Kristen. Max would confront Nathan in a mental institution. Upon being visited by Max, Nathan would break down in tears and tell her he did not mean to kill Chloe, hurt Kate or hurt Rachel. He didn’t want to hurt anyone and profusely apologize, but he knows he has to live with what he’s done and Max takes it upon herself to forgive Nathan. This results in a monthly visit where Max and Victoria would visit Nathan, think of this like the fanfic The Sense Of Me for Max and Nathan’s friendship.
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hughes!sister x will smith au ✰
→ samy hughes x will smith
or childhood best friends to lovers
→ mood board & masterlist
★ ☆ au background + timeline ★ ☆
they're family friends + have known each other since they were babies
they were always close, but they didn't start getting closer until will moved to michigan for his development program in summer of 2021 (also when samy met gabe, ryan, drew, etc.)
the guys don't believe will at first when he tells them he knows samy hughes & beg him to meet her (i assume she's fairly known because of her brothers)
samy and will grow a lot closer during those two years and by her senior year of high school and will's last year of ntdp they realize they may have feelings for one another after playing it off as a brother and sister relationship
will realizes his feelings in october when him and some of the guys see samy off for her senior homecoming
samy realizes her feelings a few months later in april when her and her friends decide to bring the guys to their prom since they don't get that experience
after prom, the two don't see one another for months because will is constantly traveling for hockey that whole summer, but they're still constantly texting and calling
they reunite at the draft in nashville! the entire hughes family is there supporting will
at the draft, samy and will realize that their relationship is changing
the confession doesn't come out until will's draft party that night
they're both nervous and afraid to ruin their friendship, so they deicide to give themselves a grace period where they can go on a few dates and see how it goes and if it goes horrible, nothing is ruined between them
obviously it goes well and they decide to start dating!
→ samy hughes:
samy (samantha) poppy hughes
younger sister to luke, jack, and quinn
she's very close with her brothers and they all have a two year age gap
birthday is january 17th, 2005!
she's 16 when will moves to michigan for ntdp and is now 18 in college about to be 19!
she played hockey growing up wanting to be like her brothers and was very good on the ice (still is)
switched to soccer full time sophomore year (10th grade) and now plays at the university of michigan
is roommates with dylan's (fake) younger sister, hannah which is a bit of full circle since luke was roommates with dylan at umich
luke's michigan friends love her and take her under their wing as their own little sister — especially ethan and mark
samy loves going to the yost for every home game as well as watching will's games on her computer whenever bc plays
even though she doesn't play hockey regularly anymore, she still loves the sport and will always have a special place in her heart for it
she becomes one of the best freshman on the soccer team her first year and helps lead the team to the ncaa finals for the first time in awhile. she wins her first national title her 2nd year!
our girl is ridiculously smart with a near 4.0 majoring in political science! will admires her so much how she can balance everything
she's about half a foot shorter than will and she always teased him when they were younger how taller she was before he had his growth spurt
she goes for earthy tones
she's very outgoing + extroverted + loves talking. she can and will talk will's ear off at any given time
will calls her "pretty girl" the most
→ will smith
younger brother to grace
they have a close relationship and will goes to her when he needs relationship advice (he did this a lot when he first realized he liked samy)
birthday is march 17th, 2005!
he's 16 when he moves to michigan for ntdp and is now 18 in college
he's been playing hockey since he could walk and would always play with quinn, jack, and luke when they were younger
he's now a forward at boston college and was drafted 4th overall for the san jose sharks
he's roommates with his best friend, gabe perreault
he loved going to samy's soccer games in high school and would always drag the guys with him and now he still loves watching her games online
he fell first and harder (gabe and ryan knew will liked her before will knew himself)
very much golden retriever energy
he's constantly calling and texting samy throughout the day to update her about his life at bc
will's a bit more introverted when it comes to new people he doesn't really know, so samy always does all the talking when they're together and he just enjoys sitting or standing beside her while smiling and nodding along
his clothes are her clothes whenever they're together, especially over the summers when they spend time together with their families
he likes neutral colors and doesn't wear bright ones unless samy picks out clothes for him or she suggests it (literally does whatever she says and the guys always tease him for it)
samy likes calling him "pretty boy" or "willie"
→ quick authors note:
hi! i'm joining the hockey bandwagon and writing my own au :) i know i sort of wrote a lot here, but i've got a lot of lore for these two and a lot of short blurbs written already to start publishing soon. i'm also open to requests for them and any of your own ideas too!! send things in & i hope you guys like this new au. p.s. i'm not an expert in hockey, but i'll try not to get anything wrong when writing, but bare with me :))
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Just imagine Hades, not long after meeting his nephew Perseus Jackson, being called by the judges because there was something he should see.
Imagine his face as he saw every moment: from when Gabe was born, when he met Sally (and began abusing her), when he met Percy (and began abusing him, too), to the moment that Gabe Ugliano was turned to stone.
Imagine him noticing a gleam in the eyes of Sally Jackson as she gave Gabe the box. The very same gleam that was in his own mother’s eyes as she had plotted their father’s downfall. He similarities between the situations and he doesn’t like it. (He ensures that Sally Jackson gets more than the statue was worth when she sells it; after all, he could respect how she handled the situation.)
He may not show that he cares for his family, but he does. And, in the brief time that he had known of his nephew, he had grown begrudgingly fond of his brother’s youngest demigod child.
Then he looks at Gabe. This mortal had hurt his nephew, who had looked at him and called him uncle, the hours later had fought Ares one-on-one and won. So this mortal wanted to hurt his family? He knows that he will pay for the rest of eternity.
Imagine this happening with every child abuser. He hates those. Every single one goes to the Fields of Punishment.
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