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percabethfiles · 3 years

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Charlie

Uh... Hello? Anybody still here? I haven't been around in years and years. But I keep my fandoms stored in some corner of my brain waiting for something to tug them out. And of all things this time it was Taylor Swift re-releasing her old songs, because I used to imagine so many percabeth scenes listening to "Fearless". So have this little something that's been sitting unfinished in my archives for years now.

Remember that time Percy saw Sadie Kane and thought “Hey, this is what mine and Annabeth’s daughter would look like”? Yes.

(Also there are small nods to that fic I wrote about Logan, Hidden Heritage, but I've been meaning to re-write it someday because there were SO MANY PLOT HOLES omg)

When they find out it’s a girl it’s a bit too soon to know for sure, or so the doctor tells them. They’ll have to wait for the next appointment to know for certain. “So don’t go buying any tiny dresses yet,” he jokes and they laugh along, but they’ve been together for approximately eighteen years now, they can tell what the other’s thinking with a glance and the ecstatic grin that breaks through their lips lets him know they’re on the same page. Too late. They’re already thinking plush bow and arrows and a Merida costume for her first Halloween.

Percy tries to keep his cool. As the weeks progress, he tries not to get his hopes up, but in his heart he knows already. They hadn’t really had a preference before, they’d been too happy knowing their baby was fully human and had all its limbs (with the number of deities they’d pissed off, you never knew), but a little girl? It feels right after their two boys, it feels like their family will be complete.

(He thinks about a slight blonde girl with streaked hair and a British accent dropping from the sky on a magic camel, remembers thinking “if Annabeth and I had a daughter…” and his chest squeezes tight with happiness so raw he has a little trouble breathing)

When the doctor beams at them next appointment and says “Congratulations, Jackson family, it really is a girl,” he’s not surprised, but no less elated. He doesn’t hear the lame joke about Jackson Five, he’s too busy trying to be a manly man and not burst into tears because he’s going to have a daughter. When Annabeth’s in the other room paying for the appointment, and he’s waiting for the doctor to print the really impressive high tech 3D picture of the ultrasound, the man asks him “So did you go ahead and buy a tiny dress anyway?”

Percy blushes.

The man shakes his head in amusement. “Every time”.

His work colleagues, proud dads of little girls themselves, try to terrorize him with tales of tea parties and future boyfriends, and Percy thinks somewhere in the middle of all that teasing they mean well, but really, he’s mostly annoyed. It’s not like he’s new to parenthood, he’s got two sons already and they seem to be turning out okay, and before, when Logan and Nathan were just a nice dream for the future, there was Estelle, the little sister Percy had never expected, but loved to bits all the same.

And then Charlie is born.

She’s tiny, warm and pink, all curled up in her yellow cable-knit blanket, a tuft of blonde hair peeking out of a tiny, tiny beanie, features scrunched into the most adorable variation of a grumpy face. He’s not new to parenthood, he’s been here twice before, but the rush of affection and protectiveness and awe and raw love is just as genuine. He’s smiling like a dork, can’t seem to stop, walking from side to side, avidly searching her traits. She’s bigger than Nate was when he’d been born, but smaller than Logan. Her hair was light, like Nate’s, would it stay blonde or darken with time? Would her eyes be like his or Annabeth’s? And oh, she had her mother’s nose (they all did).

It never fails to amaze him how such a small, vulnerable being can shake up his whole world until it’s made a space for her. And he’s done this before, he’s no first time sailor this time, he’d thought he had it all under control. But she blinks and looks up at him with half-lidded eyes and a frowny face and—they’re green. Her eyes are the blue-green Logan’s are, Percy’s are.

(He’s got two sons who are his life, and he does love all his children equally, but holding his daughter for the first time, he thinks he understands his friends’ warnings. He doesn’t love her more, it’s just… different. It’s special.)

When he goes back to work, Nick takes one look at him and bursts into laughter. He claps him on the shoulder in commiseration.

“I told you.”

He’s completely wrapped around her finger already.

It’s not too different, he finds out. Especially having been pre-trained by Estelle. He’s got to brush up on his Disney princess knowledge, and hair braiding skills. He hasn’t gotten much better at color coordinating the polka dotted bows and tiny shoes, but Charlie is really forgiving. She is a very happy baby, much happier and easy going than any of the boys had been.

She’s also fucking crazy.

She is smaller and skinnier than her brothers, likes to wear frilly dresses and talk to plush animals and dance around the house in a pink tutu, but she’s wild. She never learned to crawl, just held on to the couch until she was wobbling on two feet, and it seemed like the very next day she was running across the house, the mall, the park, and if he turned his eyes away for one second, she was shooting off in the streets and nearly getting run over.

He’d found her dangling from the kitchen cabinets, trying to reach the cowering cat. She had a phase when she thought she could fly and she would climb furniture and stairs and the window sill and just… Launch herself into the air expecting her flying powers to manifest spontaneously. If they hadn’t been trying to raise them away from the whole mythological world, he would have sat her down and clarified that she had the wrong Olympian Grandparent in mind. She might have had more luck jumping into the ocean.

She had a way to jut out her lower lip, and turn those big green eyes on him that could render his every effort to be a responsible parental presence useless.

Besides, she was so funny. He could never muster enough anger to discipline her, because if he found her on the kitchen table covered in peanut butter, somehow sporting a very sticky Mohawk, and looking entirely unapologetic, well, he just couldn’t stop laughing.

One day he’s coming home from work and he hasn’t even pulled the key from the lock when Charlie calls out ‘you’re back daddy,’ in what sounds vaguely like a new jersey accent. He finds her sitting on the floor of the living room, drowning in one of Annabeth’s bathrobes, pink plastic barbie sunglasses on, holding a pooh bear sippy cup with one hand and a pinky stretched out.

“Charlie, what are you doing?”

“It’s wine Wednesday, daddy.”

“It’s what?”

“Wine Wednesday.”

He had half a mind to check if her sippy cup actually contained wine because they hid their alcohol way up in the cabinets she can’t reach but that girl could climb like a monkey. He knows he should follow that remark up with some kind of questioning of where she’d even heard of ‘wine Wednesdays’ and then explain that kids don’t drink wine or some other kind of responsible parent speech, but a sudden burst of incredulous laughter bubbles up in his throat and he takes refuge in the kitchen, lest he encourages her behavior.

He finds Annabeth there, hand over her mouth, clearly in stitches over their daughter’s performance. He wants to question if she gave her permission to wear her bathrobe but finding his wife nearly doubled over in silent laughter in the kitchen is too much and he finally lets out the guffaw he’d been trying to hold on to.

It’s not the first time Charlie leaves them breathless with laughter, and he’s almost scared of what she’s going to cook up in the future.

Charlie is a hellion.

There isn’t one person safe from her pranks, but she’s so adorable she hardly ever catches hell for it, and she’s learning to use it in her favor – thankfully, just in time for her parents to develop immunity to her puppy eyes. And she’s… difficult, yes, but not always, and not in a terrible way. For all her climbing the roof, organizing illegal cookie sales, getting in fights with her classmates, she’s not a bad kid. She’s got Percy’s penchant for befriending the kids no one wants to go near, and defending her ragtag team of losers. She’s loyal to a fault, and it gets her in trouble often.

She and Nate have epic jealousy fights over everything, including – but not limited to – Logan’s attention, the crayons, the biggest piece of cake and all the videogame characters in the world are not enough, they will always want whatever the other picked. It gives them many, many headaches. Logan, on the other hand, positively spoils her, and whenever Charlie gets in trouble they can be sure to find her hiding behind her big brother while he gives them this solemn look and says “It’s ok, mom and dad, Charlie promises she won’t do it again. We’ve talked.”

When the whole “Logan being attacked by a dracanae in school and thus finding out his Olympian heritage” debacle came to pass, and they started frequenting camp again, there was nowhere in the entire Camp Charlie would rather be than the stables. She’d spend hours there with the Aphrodite kids, brushing the pegasi and talking to them endlessly about all her classmates and her friends, and her dolls, and her new dress, and the new book grandma gave her. It was all really cute until Percy realized the pegasi were talking back, and she fully understood their replies.

And it’s funny, really, because Logan had taken after Percy, to a point where bathing him had been hard as a child because he tended to stay dry in the tub, and Nathan was Annabeth to a T, but Charlie was a perfect mix of them both.

He guesses it makes sense it would be so explosive.

When Charlie is twelve, she gets kicked out of school.

Percy is not overly worried about it himself – the number of schools he’d been kicked out of reached double digits, and this was only her first – but he is worried about how she will feel. Getting the boot from a place that’s housed you for years, where your friends are, where everyone already knows you and having to start over is never pleasant, no matter how used to it you were.

He’d expected the school to have gotten tired of all her pranks and misbehaving, which was fair, he guessed. But when Annabeth comes home from the meeting with the school director, she is seething, and not at their daughter. Charlie is angry too. In fact, it’s the first time he’s ever seen his daughter well and truly pissed off. The two of them are a sight for nightmares, both blondes standing side by side ranting with righteous fury, they look ready to start a revolution. What he gets from her angry snarls and Charlie’s rushed rambling is that Charlie had talked back to a teacher that was picking on the autistic kid and demeaning the thirteen year old who was repeating sixth grade.

She’d called him a brain-washing small minded overgrown bully who, he was quoting, didn’t get enough love from his parents.

And Percy is so proud his eyes even get a little misty.

Because he’s getting old and sentimental and raising kids is very hard. No one knows what they’re doing, not one person, not even the fancy psychologists with those books on raising perfect, well rounded, high-achieving members of society that Annabeth insisted on reading when she was pregnant with Logan. You do your best and you hope for the best, and you don’t know what you get until it’s basically too late to do anything about it. And even if he did have the best mom in the history of the entire world to draw example from, he was also half of an absent Olympian father whose heritage condemned him to dance in and out of battlefields half his life.

He’s always been terrified of being a crap father.

He looks at Charlie cussing out with every mild version of actual cuss words, stalking around the kitchen like a little lioness in a cage, furious at the unfairness of the whole situation, caring less about being expelled and more about who was going to defend her friends from that awful teacher when she’s gone.

His daughter is only twelve, but she’s already so brave, such a force of nature. She won’t stand for injustice, and she won’t take insult lying down. And she’s so kind. She’s growing up, and the person she is slowly turning out to be… is good.

And something in his heart shifts and settles down, smooths over old fears and anxious thoughts.

Percy doesn’t mean to brag, but he thinks he’s not doing half bad as a parent.

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luvbotclub · 4 years

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[1:44am] you realized it when you were staring into his eyes.

you and your lifelong best friend, jisung, were just lying down on the floor of the dreamies’ living room, talking endlessly about anything that came to your minds, like you always did.

he had invited you over to play some video games with him, and despite his manager scolding him for staying up so late with you even though you both had a curfew, jisung ssid that it was the most fun he had this week, since the last time you hung out was cut off and he missed you terribly after when jaemin had abruptly carried you away from him because it was getting late and you two were just inseparable.

it had always been like that. everyone in nct (hell, maybe even the entire company) knew that you and jisung were best friends who met in the neighborhood playground when you were only eight.

you were minding your own business daydreaming, sitting on the very end of the slide like you usually did, because no one in their right mind would go to the playground at six in the morning, when you suddenly felt a strong pair of feet kick you, face first, into the sand. apparently, jisung hopped on the slide without checking if there was anyone sitting at the bottom (“because who sits like a loser at the end of a slide?”). as an apology, he gave you a doraemon band-aid and treated you to ice cream (after, of course, rushing away to his house to ask his mother first).

after that incident, it’s like you two were destined to meet one another, as funny and cliche as it sounds. you promised that you would tell each other your secrets and your crushes, because you two have reached the point of closeness where there was almost no boundary between you and him anymore. jisung had always been a quiet, reserved boy, who appeared to be only comfortable with his group members, but he opened up to you. it was like you were his missing puzzle piece, and him yours.

it had always been like that.

whenever your name was mentioned, people would think, oh, park jisung’s best friend. best friend. it had stuck to you. you didn’t mind, not at all— being park jisung’s best friend is the best thing that has ever happened to you. you didn’t mind being only known for being his best friend, a piece of his childhood that had stuck to him even now, but sometimes, the title hurt you whenever he called you his best friend— for what reason, you didn’t know.

you were lying down next to him, matching sailor moon pyjamas wrinkled because of the tickle fight you had earlier. you both were in silence for a moment, which was perfectly normal. sometimes, you two liked to be quiet, bask in each other’s companies and thoughts.

you were about to doze off when he suddenly spoke up.

“what if we fell in love with each other?”

your eyes darted over to his face, just to see his eyes staring back at you. your heart started beating faster, all of a sudden. you tried your best to look calm, swallowing away the feeling of your heart about to burst out of your mouth.

“i mean, it would be kind of cute, wouldn’t it?” you said, voice wavering a little.

you felt your cheeks fluster under his intense gaze and you immediately looked away, eyes darting to find something to look at just to hide away the embarrassing scarlet colour that’s beginning to show on your cheeks.

“i guess it would.” jisung laughed a little and reached over to grasp your hand with his. you closed your eyes briefly as you could physically feel the urge of your heart skyrocketing from your chest.

it was weird.

why is your heart battering against your ribcage right now, in a pace so fast you’re terrified you’d faint? he had always held your hand, despite the constant teasing of his members, and he always hugged you tighter than he did with others, he always showed you affection, but why does it feel different this time?

“you know, taeil hyung asked me if we were dating,” he huffed out, eyes wandering to look at you.

“oh?” you decided to stare back at him again, ignoring your heart beating so fast you’re scared jisung would notice. “what did you say?”

“i said i wish we were,” jisung’s eyes crinkled as he said that, and you realized he was blushing, despite his giggling and the teasing tone in his voice.

“shut up, sung,” you rolled your eyes and sat up, letting go of his hand. he did the same and ruffled his hair, his laugh a lovely melody echoing around the room.

jisung stopped laughing and looked up at you again, meeting your gaze and smiling up at you. his hand found yours again and he clasped it tightly. “i wouldn’t mind falling in love with you, though. i’m serious.”

oooooh my god.

you were in love with him.

you were in love with park jisung, your fucking best friend of ten years.

the way he looked at you, with the same adoration his eyes held the day he met you when you smiled at his doraemon band-aid, made your legs feel like jelly. his smile, always ever so-charming, always made you feel warm and at home and this time wasn’t am exception.

you realized it when you were staring into his eyes.

there was no denying it.

the way your heart practically leapt when he said those words. you knew there was something about jisung that made him so different from all your other friends. he had something in him that made you feel at ease, whenever you were stressed, whether it be about something big or small, he’s able to calm you down and make you smile through your tears and frustration. now that you thought about it, this isn’t the first time you reacted weirdly and acted just so unlike your usual self when he was around.

you have always liked him. you have always liked his company, you probably enjoyed it over everyone else’s. you always wanted to be by his side and you missed him terribly when he had to go away, but you were so indescribably happy when he was with you.

maybe you just thought it was normal to feel like with your friends. but you realize now, that you never get butterflies in your stomach when you’re with your other friends.

he wasn’t the type to say things like this, nor was the type to joke around. and if he was joking, maybe you’d just call it a night and go home and be sad in your bed—

“i like you, jisung.”

he laughed.

the anticipation you had for a genuinely positive reaction from him dissipated quickly and you frowned. you were being serious. it was okay if he had rejected you and pulled away from your hand in disgust. you would’ve accepted that reaction more, you could cope with that. but laughing? you were sure you wouldn’t be friends with anymore after this.

“why are you laughing?” you huffed out, loosening your hold on his hand a little. “i know i’m not very attractive or anything but i’m being serious—”

you felt his lips press against your own and he pulled away with another chuckle before smiling at you again. you fell silent immediately and you looked at him, eyes almost bugging out of the sockets and you had to fight the smile forcing its way on your lips. did he just?

“i like you too, you dork.”

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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Sycamore High: An Explanation (Chapter 38)

A/N: Hey lookey we back! Can you believe there are only two more chapters before we get to the sequel? I'm big excited!! I hope you enjoyed it and hope you leave me some comments!

summary: The kids take their theatre finals and the professors have some exciting propositions and plans to make

words: 2670

warnings: Swearing, negative thoughts, kissing, violence

Edited by: @theyreallidiots (I really love you a lot youre great and my fave, also LET IT BE KNOWN SHE DIDNT APPROVE THE MR.STARK COMMENT)

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Finals Day 2…

“Hey” Emma greeted sliding her hand into Paul's. He looked up giving her a half-smile. She kissed his cheek, handing him a coffee. “For you” He took it gratefully, he still wasn't there. “Are you ok?” She asked softly as they continued walking. Paul took a deep breath, staring forward.

“I don't know” He admitted, his heart pounding heavily. His feet were dragging and he was barely making an effort. Emma's heart sunk, she squeezed a little tighter. He appreciated it, he really did, but he was exhausted and, to be honest, a little embarrassed. Once Bill had left the previous night and things had settled down it was just Ted, Paul, and the professors. They were all just a little too kind, Paul couldn't handle it. He broke down crying, and it wouldn't stop. There was a lot he had locked up for a long time and it just flooded. He was grateful Ted had been there, but right now? He wasn't and he didn't want to go through explaining everything to Emma. That wasn't fair to her, she just wanted to be there.

“Did you know...that I love you?” Emma reminded, twirling her hand gently in his. He smiled up at her, ok...this was good. She walked next to him, falling in step with the boy. It didn't take the pair long to reach the lockers. It was empty, leaving just the two of them in the sweltering morning heat of the school halls. They set up their chairs, as usual, a comfortable silence between the pair. Once they've sat down and gotten their work out, Paul feels an overwhelming need to talk.

“I don't want to see him” He blurted out. Emma turned to him, closing her computer. He looked to her, wringing his hands “I just...I don't want to. He scares me Em…” Emma takes his hand, squeezing it.

“You don't have to babe, stay with Ted until he gives up and leaves” Emma informed. Paul nods, she’s right. He literally has no obligation to see him. But he’s holding so much over his head, so much weighing him down. He’s in Paul’s home and he has Alice wrapped around his finger. Marley can’t speak up, all she can do is silently hope Paul is ok.

“Yeah...you're right” He gives in, what else is there to say? Emma gave him a small smile, leaning as she plants a sweet kiss on his cheek. She goes to pull away but he turns kissing her on her lips. It's perfect, it’s sweet and it's safe. And there is nothing wrong with safe, it means something special to Paul and he appreciates that. “I love you too” He finally responds, she smiles stroking his face returning to her work, Paul follows suit.

~~~

“I told you to come alone” Sam spat as Charlotte and Jackie appear.

“And I thought that was stupid” Jackie retorted giving him a smirk. He scowls but sighs. Charlotte clutches just a little tighter, she's scared. Jackie gives her a supportive smile, it's exactly what Charlotte needs. “Cut to the chase Sam what do you want?”

“I want to...apologize” He sighs as if saying the words are too much, too much of a chore. “I was rude, mean and harmful” He recites, Jackie shakes her head, something's off. “I am sorry for the way I acted”

“No, you're not” Jackie blurted, Charlotte jerks her head towards Jackie. She tilts her head curiously. Sam bites down a scowl once more.

“You're right, I don't” He spits, Charlotte's eyes grow wide as she realizes what's about to happen. She pulls Jackie out of Sam’s way as he moves forward running into the wall. “Are you insane?!” Jackie screeches at Sam, who glares but ultimately does nothing. He turns and leaves, stomping into the hall. “Are you ok?”

“Are you?” Charlotte worries, examining her girlfriend. Jackie leans in kissing her softly, her hands playing with Charlotte's hair. Charlotte giggles through it, pulling away. “Guess that answers my question” Charlotte takes her hand squeezing softly.

“Let’s go” Jackie leads her to the lockers, the anger she previously felt now disappearing. They walk towards the locker, sitting down next to Paul and Emma. Jackie ruffles Paul’s hair as she does so. Paul shoves her almost pushing her out of the chair and she laughs. “Hey loser” Emma glares at her, but this normality is just what Paul needs. “Hey, where are the terrible T’s?” Jackie asks peeking around the hall.

“Yeah, where is Ted?” Paul follows Jackie's example. Bill plops in the chair next to him.

“Leading the raid to Area 51” he commented casually. Without giving it a second thought, Paul nodded returning to his work. This was probably true to be honest. The bell rings soon after and the group, save for Jackie makes their way into the auditorium for their theatre finals. Ted is there waiting by the piano going over something with the pianist. He nods thanking the man before joining the group.

“You guys as nervous as I am?” He jokes shakily. They nod sitting down, he waves to Chad as he enters the room. Paul leans over whispering.

“Hey, how was area 51?” He asks, Ted leans back eyes still glued on Chad.

“Fucking dope dude” He answers “I found the secret to the Krabby patty recipe” Paul fistbumps his friend sitting back. Chad claps his hands together gathering the attention of the students. He introduces the final before calling up the first student. It was completely random, he spun a wheel on his phone with their names on it. After a few students had gone Chad calls the next name.

“Bill Dorris” The group seizes and Bill swallows taking a deep breath. He stands shaking as he makes his way to the stage. Chad nods encouragingly, Ted and Paul give him their best smiles. He takes a deep breath before looking at Chad.

“My name is Bill Dorris, today I will be singing ‘I’m Not That Smart’ from the musical ‘25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee’. Thank you.” He smiles at the pianist who begins playing the song. Ted shakes his head, oh the irony. He starts singing slowly and his nerves disappear as the song goes on. He can't really remember when he finished, but the sound of clapping cued him in.

“That was amazing dude” Ted compliments, Bill nods gratefully. Another student goes before Emma's name is called. Paul kisses her on the cheek whispering a stroke of luck as she goes.

“I’m Emma Perkins, my song is ‘Get Down’ from the musical ‘Six’” She smirks. Paul nods, Charlotte 'woos’ in approval. Chad shakes his head playfully but hit the play button on the karaoke track. It's the perfect fit, sure it's a little low but the energy is just right. She finishes strong, a standing ovation for the queen. Paul compliments her endlessly, that is until his own name gets called. He didn't think the fear would get to him, but everyone could see the vibrating.

“M-my uh… my name is Pa-aul” He tries, he looks helplessly to Ted, who stands, making his way to his friend, mimicking a breathing technique. A few of the students snicker but quiet after receiving a glare from Bill. After a moment Paul regains himself, Ted sits smiling the whole way through. “I'm going to sing ‘My Petersburg’ from the musical ‘Anastasia’...enjoy” He adds gaining a hint of confidence. Emma beams at him, look at her dork. The song goes beautifully, and the group cheers almost too loud. Chad nods in approval, a good sign for Paul. Charlotte is next, practically bouncing up to the stage.

“Hello!” Emma can't help but smile at her enthusiasm, her energy “I am Charlotte! And today I will be performing ‘Me and the Sky’ from the amazing musical ‘Come From Away’” She nods excited at the pianist who begins. Theres not a single person in the room who isn't on the edge of their seat, her voice just carries and she is wonderful. No one is going to deny that she might just be one of the best in the room. And when she finishes, they all feel a smidgen of disappointment as the gracefulness leaves their ears. A few more students go before finally Ted is called. He’s ready, at least he hopes he is. He just doesn't have the energy anymore to care or feel nervous. He just does it.

“Ted Hidgens” He raises a brow at Chad, who rolls his eyes.

“My song is ‘All That's Known’ from ‘Spring Awakening’ and I am so sorry Jonathan Groff” He adds before starting. Bill and Paul share a look. People aren't sure why he apologized as the song goes on because it's amazing. Chad would be the first to say, Ted's voice had grown so much over the past year and he might be a bit impartial but he was so proud. The ‘A’ the boy received on his final was no favor. It was well earned and deserved.

~~~

“Really? No Tommy again?” Charlotte complains regretting it almost instantly as Ted joins the group at lunch. He eyes her before avoiding any eye contact. Jackie nudges her softly, she shakes her head. “I’m sorry Ted” She is, she wasn't thinking about how he must feel. She just really misses the bright bouncing boy.

“Speaking of Tommy, is that him?” Paul asks, Ted turns to where he is pointing his heart sinking. Tommy stands across the hall, cornered by some taller kids. It might not be clear to the rest of them but Ted can tell, Tommy is uncomfortable. His lips pursed resiliently, the way his shoulders tense, his feet dance around each other carefully. They're clearly saying something to him to cause this reaction, the lunch in Tommy's hands shakes. Ted clenches his fists standing. “Woah...you're going to go over there? Aren't you mad at him?” Paul asked once more.

“He's still my boyfriend Paul” Ted responds, Bill feels a tug at his heart. He smiles approvingly as Ted makes his way over to Tommy. He puts himself in front of the two sides, glaring at the perpetrators. “Why don't you go give yourself some swirlies?” Ted spits, they scoff but leave receiving an icy stare. Once out of sight, Ted turns to a reddened Tommy. The smaller boy avoids eye contact but anyone can see the small tears dripping from his eyes. Ted softens as his heart races. He leads the smaller boy to their signature corner. Tommy sniffles rubbing his tears, Ted waits, he would wait forever if he had to. Anything to miss finals really, he feels a phantom Bill scold him. Ok, and be there for Tommy.

“Sorry” He sniffles some more, glancing towards the hallway “Thanks, I should go” His voice is dry as if he's been squeezed of everything that made him… him. Ted shakes his head baffled.

“Really Tommy?” Ted scoffs, Tommy bites his lips. In a last-ditch effort to stop more tears from coming. “Can you please tell me what is going on with you? Because I don't think I-”

“I'm leaving… for a year” Ted goes to interject but Tommy shakes his head. “Just...ok?” Ted nods “My parents are sending me to a boarding school for junior year, they want me to...have this experience.” He sighs, his breath is shaky. “We visited during spring break after they found it in France during the winter break” Ted really wants to speak now. “I don't have a choice, and I have been really busy with finals…”

“I've told you everything that happens to me and you've been there, do you really think I wouldn't do the same for you?” Ted begged Tommy meets his eyes.

“I knew you would” It's small, almost afraid but it's there. “I couldn't...I didn't...I don't want to go” (Mr.Stark) He cried, Ted pulls him in but Tommy pushes away. It's just not there anymore. “Oh crap!” He burst, Ted eyes him “I have to figure out...where Bonnie’s going to stay. She's not allowed to come” He shakes his head, Ted furrows his brows.

“Shouldn't your parents be doing this?” Ted argued, “Figuring all this…” He trailed off as he saw the look on Tommy’s face, he pursed his lips “They left, didn't they?” Tommy nods “I’m going to...argh!” And just for a moment, it feels normal. “I can take Bonnie, Clyde’s been missing her anyway” He offered, Tommy looks up trying to stop more tears from coming.

“I can't ask you to do that”

“You aren't, I literally offered” Ted assures, Tommy hides whatever smile decides to creep onto his face. “Tommy-” He didn't deserve this, Tommy had been nothing but cold and yet here Ted was so willing to do anything. He couldn't let him do that.

“I gotta go” He decided, he just can't do this anymore. He has to study, he has to...to go. And Ted, for what feels like the millionth time, watches him go.

~~~

Glee Club but Better

Emma/Quinn: So basically none of you want to talk about how you're feeling?

Ted/Puck or Blaine: No, Paul and I are fine, also who the fuck named the group chat

Emma/Quinn: That would be me and Charlotte, and also yall sound like the opposite of fine but go off I guess

Bill/Artie: Charlotte and I. Are we still doing dinner tomorrow?

Charlotte/Brittany: Yeppers! Table for 7, at 6pm sharp!

Jackie/Santana: Hey is Tommy coming?

Ted/Puck or Blaine: I...don't know. Why don't you ask him?

Jackie/Santana: Fine, I will assface.

Paul/Finn: What did I miss? Also, Em, doesn't the Finn guy end up with Rachel? Who would be Rachel

Tommy/Kurt: Jackie you know I'm in the group chat right? Yes I will be attending dinner

Emma/Quinn: Yeah…

Charlotte/Brittany: I think Melissa, that girl in our class would make a good Rachel

Emma/Quinn: Thanks Lottie, Paul if you start dating Melissa…

Paul/Finn: I won't, but I am heading to bed I'm exhausted, also the professors are telling us to go to sleep so…

Ted/Puck or Blaine: Yeah, night losers

Emma/Quinn: If I have to start singing ‘keep me hanging on’ I might scream

~~~

“Oh I'm sorry kiddo, we didn't mean to wake you up” Chad apologized as a sleepy Ted waddled into the living room. He shook his head leaning over the couch kissing his dad on the cheek.

“Whatcha up to?” He yawned. Henry lifted a binder he had, instantly lighting Ted’s face up. “Wedding planning?” He smiled, flipping through. “So cool” he mumbled looking through the millions of ideas. He wasn't the biggest planning or decoration fan but it was his dads and he loved it. As he kept looking the professors shared a look.

“Hey buddy” Henry started slowly, Ted looked up expectantly. “We were wondering if you want to sing at the wedding?” Ted turned shocked, his face fell. “Y-you don't have to-” His words cut off by a hug, Ted squeezing Henry harder than he thought was possible. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Ted cried nodding very hard, Chad laughed ruffling his son’s hair. Ted raced back to his room, most likely to tell Paul everything.

“So, both suits or do you want to wear a dress, love?” Chad asked Henry shook his head chuckling.

“I think that's your dream dear, and you did look amazing in that dress the first time around” Henry added, Chad stroked his cheek nodding. “I think matching suits, with a simple flower change” Henry decided, Chad squealed.

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands together. And it was.

“Problems can always be fixed kiddo” Chad comforted, Ted, nodded crying into the professor. “I know it hurts right now but it'll get better” Chad soothed, he held the boy.

And it already was.

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spideychelleforever · 7 years

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Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which Peter Finds a Playlist on MJ's iPod called "Peter"

So MJ has it bad for Peter

Like real bad

She wants to be super chill and emotionless but this boy

This sweet, loving, genuine, earnest, sincere, endlessly caring dorky boy with a cute butt just does things to her

She wants Peter

She wants to be with him

As demeaning as it is she wants to be his

Well one day they start sharing music and listening to one of their iPods together

The first time she took one of his earbuds to listen to his music while studying, Peter was really nervous because he figured she’d hate his taste in music

And while MJ was taken by surprise to hear Lebo M’s “NAAAAAAANTS INGONYAAAAAAAMA BAGATHI SI BABA” when she hit shuffle on Peter’s iPod, it was a pleasant surprise bc OF COURSE sweet Peter has a shit ton of Disney in his music

It even inspires her to get more Disney on her iPod

Anyway they share music when they hang out, study, and sometimes even in the rare class where the teacher lets them listen to music during a test

MJ has a daydream where Peter makes her a mixtape of the songs that are important to them

Like the song that they danced to at prom

The song that they listened to while they made out for the first time

Ugh there she goes, she grumbles, thinking too far ahead

Well one evening her and Peter are hanging out on the roof of MJ’s apartment looking at the darkening sky, both lounging in some reclining plastic beach chairs. Comfy silence

MJ is wondering if she can be brave enough to make a move when Peter says he needs to go tinkle. Ugh of course this dork would need to right now

She smirks at him and asks him to bring her iPod from her room back up with him, and pick a playlist for them to listen to on the way back

Peter leaves and MJ can’t stop herself from ogling that cute butt

MJ passes the time sighing peacefully, gushing about Peter and groaning at how much she cared about him

Peter returns and it’s too dim for her to see the confusion on his face at first

She jokes about him getting lost before she sees it

“Hey, loser? You alright?” MJ asks

Peter looks kinda overwhelmed. “I went to pick a playlist,” he holds up her ipod

MJ doesn’t realize it until it’s too late

“I picked the one named ‘Peter’”

And oh shit

Oh no no no no no

See a few nights back MJ was up all night thanks to an evening nap

And Peter had to go to bed just as she woke up in the middle of the night so she was missing him and pining for him and ugh why can’t he be mine she thought as she shed a few tears that night

So of course she turned to her iPod for comfort and she made a playlist, calling it “Peter”

And this playlist is all about her feelings for this boy or at least close to it since obv not every lyric is going to apply to them

Some are more innocent like the seven versions of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” (by Elton John, the movie cast, the Broadway cast, Sara Paxton, the Animal Kingdom cast, the instrumental, the Todrick Hall/Shoshana Bean cover) and “Lonely” by Akon

Some, there’s no mistaking how she feels about Peter with choices like “Fooled Around and Fell in Love” by Elvin Bishop and “My Eyes Adored You” by Frankie Valli, or “Notice Me Horton” from Seussical and “Helpless” from Hamilton

And there are some as explicit as freaking “Red Light Special” by TLC because she has needs and she wants Peter to fulfill those needs

She meant to delete the playlist before she shared her iPod with Peter again but forgot

Which means Peter just found out she dedicated basically a booty call song to him as well on top of all the pining love songs

Jesus help her

“You… well… um…”

And ugh he’s too shocked to even speak

Hell she can barely muster her next words

“Yeahsoilikeyoualot”

“One more time?!” Peter squeaks, his voice getting so adorably high pitched that MJ realizes he heard her just fine

“I like you. A lot, actually.” There’s nothing confident about it. She’s scared bc she wasn’t ready to tell him, at least not yet. And he just found her Red Light Special-infused playlist which probably just freaked him out

“MJ… I… whoa..” Peter is so freaking mindblown

MJ rubs her eyes, exhausted from this rollercoaster “Yes. I heart you, Peter.”

…

Peter comes over to sit next to her and boy does she wanna squeak when their legs and sides touch as he gets in close

“MJ… same.”

“What”

Because this is insane

Ned had been dropping hints but there’s no way is there?

“I like you a lot, too, MJ.” And he’s smiling at her looking so hopeful she wants to scream

“And hey, I think it’s awesome you were willing to make a playlist about… well, me, sorta”

MJ is just looking at him, shook

“Peter I really wanna tackle you right now”

“You sure you don’t want to give me a red light special?” He wiggles his eyebrows and oh boy does she want to but omg he’s getting cocky already

And just for that she hops up and tackles him, pinning him, laughing, on the chair before she does the unthinkable and kisses him

It’s far from graceful but it gets the point across

They eventually get back to lounging back on the chairs like human beings and actually curl up in some blankets they get from MJ’s room

They spend another hour or two up there, listening to MJ’s playlist about looooooove and red light specials as they begin to talk about everything now that they both know at last

And Michelle Jones never deletes that playlist from her iPod

#spider man: homecoming #spideychelle #michelle jones #mj #tomdaya #tom holland #peter parker #peter x michelle #michelle x peter

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lietomemgc-blog · 7 years

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it's raining/storming

it's raining/storming - 4/4 Luke: It has been incredibly rainy in LA lately, something you nor Luke were used to. Both of you were getting restless of not being able to go outside and actually do something since you were always the couple on the go, never being homebodies. "Y/N, lets go dance in the rain." Luke said from beside you on the couch. You were both currently scrolling endlessly through your phones, running out of social medias to refresh. "Are you joking?" You replied, looking up from Instagram. He clicked his phone off and stood up, holding out a hand to you with a smile, "I'm most definitely not joking. Dance in the rain with me." "What if we get sick?" You asked, skeptical about this. You weren't really worried about yourself because you rarely got sick but Luke was a different story. "Please princess. I'm going to fall over dead if we don't do something." Luke begged, his hand still outstretched. You couldn't help but give in to his adorable face so you grabbed his hand and opened the door to your apartment. Both of you almost immediately got soaked once you stepped outside. "There's no music," You said as Luke pulled you closer to him. "That's okay, we don't need it." He replied, wrapping his arms around you while you wrapped yours around his neck and laid your head on his chest. So you both danced in the rain until neither of you could feel your hands. The next morning you woke up the sound of Luke having a sneezing fit. "It was worth it," Luke said in a raspy voice. "I love you dork." You said, getting from underneath the covers to go get him medicine and tissues. "I love you," He called back, sneezing after. Calum: You have always had a fear of storms, ever since you were little. You had no clue why but just the books and bright flashes terrified you to no end. Calum, your best friend, knew that and always made sure that you weren't alone when it was storming. You quickly called him as soon as you heard the first booms. "Calum?" You said as he answered. "Yeah?" He replied on the other line, sounding frustrated. "Are you busy?" You peeked out your window and saw how dark the sky was getting, your nerves starting to go all over the place. "Um, kind of," You heard Calum say on the other line. "Oh. okay." You said quietly, not knowing what you would do if you had to go through a storm alone. "Yeah, sorry," Calum replied, sounding distant. "Talk to you later, I guess," Your voice broke as saw a flash in the sky. You were about to hang up when Calum stopped you. "Wait, Y/N, are you okay?" "No. It's starting to storm," You used the heel of your hand to wipe away a few stray tears. "Oh shit, sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be over in five, okay?" Calum was quick to say, quickly grabbing his car keys and locking his apartment up. He showed up in five minutes, just like he said he would. By the time he was in your small apartment, he saw you cuddled up on the couch, head in between your knees, trying to control your breathing. He rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you on to his lap. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I don't know why I didn't realize sooner but I'm here now and everything is okay." He said kissing your head and rubbing your back. "Everything will be okay." Michael: You and Michael were always down for a few rainy days because it meant that you could spend your days playing video games and eating pizza. Both of you were extremely competitive, no matter what whether it would be who could eat the most pizza or who was the best at certain video games. Today both of you were feeling more competitive than normal. After you had beat him at his favorite game one too many times, he was starting to get pouty. You laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like a gigantic child because he was wearing ninja turtle pajama pants and he was sitting crisscross on the floor. "You're such a sore loser," You joked, lightly shoving his shoulder. "Today is just my off day. I'll beat you tomorrow." Michael said, still pouting. "Sure, sure," You replied, scooting closer to him on the floor. "Would a kiss make you feel better?" "Maybe," He said, running one of his hands up the shirt you were wearing, which was his. You leaned up to kiss both his cheeks and his lips. You could see the small blush start to grace his face which made you want to kiss him more. "Maybe another?" Michael suggested, both of his hands under your shirt now. You easily obliged, this kiss lasting longer than the first. You started to kiss his jawline and neck as you felt his fingers dig into your hips. You heard him moan slightly as you sucked on his collarbone which made you do it more because you loved the thought of making him moan. "You'll be the sore one tomorrow," Michael rasped before picking you up to put you on the bed but not before taking off your shirt. Ashton: It didn't rain much where you and Ashton lived but today was an exception. The rain was coming down hard and loud and it didn't look like it was about to stop. You guys had plans to go on a picnic today but obviously that wasn't going to happen since the rain didn't look like it was going to lighten up. You had made the food and stuff the night before and were quite upset when you woke up to rain pounding on the roof. "I'm sorry baby." Ashton said, wrapping his arms around you, "We can do the picnic another day and this time we'll actually look at the forecast." "But we prepared the food last night and I don't want it to go to waste," You replied, laying your head on his chest. You were genuinely upset about it raining because you were really looking forward to the picnic. "Hey, how about this, we'll have the picnic in the living room? I know it won't be the same but it could be just as fun." Ashton suggested, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. "Okay," You mumble, letting go of Ashton to go get the food while he went to get the blanket and other stuff. Whenever you came into the living room with the food, Ashton had the red and white checkered blanket on the ground with the candle and fairy lights from your room in the middle and spread around the blanket. You smiled fondly at him as you started to get the food on the table. You had so much love for the boy in front of you, you could barely stand it. "I love you," You murmured, leaning over to kiss him. "I love you more, darling." Ashton replied, pulling you into his side as both of you started to eat and cuddle.

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