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jaundiced & surreptitious; Anthony Bridgerton

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summary: you once loved each other, your hand belongs to him but it’s promised to another.

jaundiced: affected by bitterness, resentment, or envy. surreptitious: kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of.

word count: 8.3k (sorry I like writing)

pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader

warnings: anthony is an idiot, this is really idiots who are lovers, like genuinely they’re so stupid. poor benedict has to deal with him.

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Anthony would often disregard the pain he’d felt before. He would never say it out loud but he had lost faith after his heart had been broken. The sun had never been as warm. Grieving was one of his favorite activities to live by, silently, to himself. The bloody-minded Anthony would die before ever admitting that his feelings had been impaired.

He was obstinate, he was well aware of that. And he was scared, and he wondered where he’d gathered the courage to walk through the crowds to her two nights before, as if it hadn’t pained him. Perchance his pride had led him there, or maybe his broken heart looking to be healed did. The wandering thoughts that would cease every so often.

Anthony loved to mourn, or make sure people think he was mourning. He often tried to be the smartest person in the room, he always failed. But he tried, and he counted himself on it.

He was flawed, he knew that. But he would try his best, so he’d pride himself on. However he could not forgive himself for being flawed enough to be rejected by Y/N.

Her eyes were carved in his mind, and he’d be reminded of her every morning when the sun dared to warm his skin, and with every flower petal that he saw her eyes would find their way back to his most wounded intellect, her eyes were her biggest sin, though he could be blamed for other blunders, he thought her sight was the biggest offense, for her eyes could see through any of his lies and hypnotize him enough to lose his reason, or the lack of it. How inconvenient he found that every beautiful morning belonged to her, and it would only hurt his heart. How inconvenient was it that her entire soul mesmerized him.

It was hard not to see her as a villain, however, maybe that’s why he tried avoiding the music, dancing was but another warning, triggering him of the night he’d seen the dress flying as she vacated the ballroom. And every time he found himself in the middle of a ballroom, he felt agony and despair. Anthony had always feared death, but he realized that he had already died once, when she’d left the ballroom. Being away from her had killed Anthony, and to be dead while still having to survive could be one of the most dreadful and painful things to endure. Anthony was now sure he’d died on that night, and he was sure that whatever death might feel like it wouldn’t be as painful as to be away from her. He thought his pain would be forever, that eternal sorrow.

His hand had felt cold since she’d left. Though, one could argue that his hand had been warm since the night before, as if he’d finally come back to life. The act, as most immoral as it was, had been the closest he’d been to a heavenly discovery of love and life. A very magnificent distraction.

There was light again.

He would deny it, but the darkness was the time he felt the loneliest, hence why he had searched for Sienna’s love, an escape from the life he would’ve loved with y/n. He was so desperate to be covered on something else, to erase y/n from his body that he’d try to find the closest thing to love on someone.

Worst thing had been he did find it, in a very unconventional way.

He would rather be a rake to the world than to ever admit that he had been broken-hearted. A man shall never seem weak to the world, though he was broken. Hushed to the night.

Yet, now he wanted to scream to the world that he was loved by the woman he loved. An iridescent glow coming from his chest, as he rode back home.

He had chosen the prettiest of the flowers, though they were very little to recommend and they’d look pathetic and sad beside the beautiful woman.

Anthony never liked being seen as a fool, yet he should not mind looking like one with her. Why would he be ashamed to say he’d fallen for such a remarkable lady.

Gardenias and peonies. He knew she’d love them. Not roses this time, he found the roses to be very contrasting to the delicate gardenias.

He couldn’t hide his eagerness as he’d arrived at his former household. Though he had not slept, he couldn’t have more energy. He hopped to the drawing room, in expectation to see the possible suitors that would come for Eloise, though she was not eager for them, and was rather trying to avoid any significant encounter.

Anthony couldn’t hide the beam, as he tried the sweets that his mama had displayed.

Eloise was plopped on the couch beside Benedict, as Violet tried to beg her to sit with grace and poise. Eloise had the latest copy of Lady Whistledown as Benedict tried to peek and read.

“Stop reading that nonsense,” Anthony said. “Such a lovely morning, is it not?”

Benedict scrunched his nose at his brother, mostly confused. Anthony stole one of the desserts Benedict had on his plate earning a groan from him.

Lady Violet watched her son, “I would like to address your behavior last night.”

The younger siblings smirked, knowing well that though their brother was an adult, he would often yet be scolded by their mama.

Benedict chuckled, “How come, mama, his behavior was rather impeccable.”

Eloise giggled. Anthony glared at his siblings.

“To suggest a fake proposal,” Lady Violet said with severity. “Most imposing irrationality. You shall not play with such calamities.”

“Do not worry, mama, a real proposal shall come soon enough, I shall be more rational in the future, ” Anthony declared. “Just this morning I sent Lady y/n flowers to thank her for her… most stimulating company,” Anthony coughed. “And as an apology for my behavior.”

His younger siblings looked up with confusion.

“Are you going to propose to Lady Y/N?” Asked Eloise.

Anthony cleared his throat, “I did not… say that.”

Eloise frowned. “Did you not find her disagreeable? Or why else were you bickering-?”

“Please, Eloise, that is Anthony’s way of courting, and I’m sure Y/N found it just as stimulating and flattering,” Benedict hissed.

Eloise cackled, “as if y/n would rejoice in any avow Anthony could make.”

“How come, brother you seem to be captured again in some possible infatuation when only last night you merely only barked towards the Lady?” Benedict inquired. Anthony tried to avoid his brother’s remarks.

Of course, he would not tell them how his night had been accomplished, and how the despair had transformed into a very pleasant evening. He shall keep the secret for it was, though most pleasant, very unsuitable and outrageous for the standards of the society. Though Anthony did bear some guilt for the scandal and the impropriety he thought it was most formidable to try and deny the linkage had been but an ardent reminder of his noble sentiments for the woman.

“As you mentioned, brother,” Anthony remarked snarkly, “Lady y/n and I share a very perplexing demeanor to show our affection towards each other.”

“Perplexing? Stupid, you mean,” Benedict mocked.

“Is there affection?” Lady Violet inquired.

Anthony huffed, “I guess there is no reason for me to harbor and censure my sentiments anymore,” he admitted. “However I shall not give any other explanation to this subject.”

Benedict glared, “Why the sudden change? I thought you did not regard y/n so dearly.”

Anthony paced around the room nervously, he did not want to address his feelings. How stupid would it be to admit he felt alive, and that he was entranced by her.

“She is a good friend,” Anthony alleged. “Why are you enquiring my sentiments? I would’ve believed you’d be wallowed with my announcement.”

His mother grinned, “I am.”

“I am not,” Benedict laughed. “Forgive me, but you can understand my confusion, are you suggesting you are friends now?”

“We have been,” Anthony hissed. “In any case, I’ve always been fond of her.”

“I must signal how your bickering has hindered us from believing there is some kind of attachment,” Eloise pointed out as she watched her eldest brother.

Anthony rolled his eyes, it had been a point in their bickering, to hide to them and themselves really. But really, challenging each other was but their way of admiring their wit. Anthony was stunned, not only with her beauty but with the way she spoke her mind. He was always left wanting more when it came to her, she rarely gave him anything but a headache, and apparently that was something very compelling to earn his heart. Not sure why.

Benedict laughed, “I think I understand now Eloise, we seem to have forgotten how big of a fool our brother is, the elusiveness Anthony has shown towards Lady Y/N has been but a lame attempt to tempt Miss Y/N and delude her enough for her to give some attention to our brother. Has it not?”

“Has it succeeded?” Inquired Eloise.

The night before was only proof it had. And it had not been elusiveness, he was transfixed on the lady’s wit, he couldn’t keep up with her, that was the reason. He was dotted with her surliness, the way she’d wag his words. Anthony loved being a fool for her, such a capable woman she was. However, it shall be noted he loved being fooled by her intellect and the false peevishness, not by her exclusion.

“What has?” Questioned Colin, as he had walked into the drawing room. Lady Violet was rather annoyed the only men in the room were but her own children and not any possible suitor for Eloise.

“Anthony’s bickering,” Eloise looked up, as she reached for a box of sweets to nibble by her own. “Apparently his arrogance and stupidity were but to woo Miss Y/N,” explained Eloise.

Anthony winced,“May we change the subject? I believe it is a matter of more importance—“

Colin laughed, interrupting him. “I believe those attempts have succeeded, were you not here last night? Was Miss Y/N not looking forward to not running away this time? Even after Anthony suggested such a scandalous scheme?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “Are you not to go elsewhere?”

Benedict grinned, “Why? Are you not to share with him your news?”

“News?” Colin frowned with curiosity.

“Apparently our brother might attempt to court Miss Y/N,” Benedict mocked. “I believe.”

Colin faked surprise, “Really? Are we suggesting that Anthony could have any sort of sentiments that aren't self depreciation and remorse?”

Benedict and Eloise laughed, hardly. Their mother only directed a glare towards them.

“How amusing,” Anthony barked. “However, if you must know, there is affection towards her and I must try and delight her,” Anthony cleared his throat, Benedict snickered. “And I hope she gives me the honour of accepting my hand.”

He knew that the bomb he had dropped would be enough to shut his siblings. And it was.

Lady Violet smiled, ignoring her sons and daughter’s remarks. “Are you really planning on proposing?”

Anthony tried to hide his excitement, and embarrassment, for the matter, he’d never been keen on showing any kind of excitement for any infatuation. Besides, he didn’t believe it himself, how he would dare to propose. “I am not sure where my compliments might take me, however I am not here to talk about my attention and regards to Lady Y/N, we are here to try and persuade any respectable man to bestow any attention to our lovely sister.”

“However, you shall make sure your infatuation is reciprocated,” Benedict advised. “Be sure the lady will not leave amidst dancing.”

“I believe it was Anthony the person who gave me the advice that eventually my heartbreak from Miss Thompson would disappear, and that it would be as if I had never loved her at all.”

Anthony glared.

“Yet he is going after the person who broke his heart, did your own precepts fail you?” Colin asked.

It was something that did bother Anthony, and that he did fear, he knew y/n to be the most unexpected and inopportune to make her decisions. She often hesitated and reconsidered her thoughts Y/N was very volatile and her emotions would go from extreme affection to utter rage and while it was something he often appreciated, it was something he feared now. He feared the remainder of his heart would be scattered across the place. Anthony would never say out loud how much he feared ballrooms now. Almost as much as he feared bees, but he wouldn’t ever admit it. He knew he was but a fool to fall for y/n, eerie and untamable. He didn’t regret it, however.

Anthony coughed, “I could’ve never erased my feelings for her.”

Eloise glared at him and then finally turned to her copy of Lady Whistledown. Anthony rolled his eyes, it was no secret he didn’t like reading Lady Whistledown. He would try and not feed her with anything. He was definitely not a vivid reader. He found her rather vapid, if he were honest. He was never a fan of gossip and avoided it, most of the time. However, since Lady Y/N’s arrival, he could not help but read whatever Lady Whistledown could say of her, just to feed his dislike against her. She spoke of y/n in a way that was most repulsive. Derision seemed to be the only language the woman spoke.

He did not like the way the pesky Lady Whistledown spoke of y/n, or her history with him, if he was to be honest. Anthony resented that she’d written about his own pride and his heartbreak when there was barely any information he understood himself about it. It was for them to know.

However, he was rather relieved that Lady Whistledown did not know of the… affairs he’d held with Lady Y/N. Though now guilt was killing him, he did not regret it. He felt alive whenever he was with her, and he didn’t feel alive often.

After the heartbreak, he had decided to lock his heart and never use it again. Though Sienna had managed to almost get it back, his heart had not felt the warmest but until the night before.

And though he had promised to never use his heart again, there he was again, with a foolish smile.

“She is talking about you again,” Eloise pointed out. “And Lady Y/N-”

Anthony chuckled, “Expected,” he commented. “Now, dear sister, there is no soul here and I must say this is not my fault,” he cleared out. “I have not jostled any suitors from you, I know better.”

Benedict scoffed, “She jostles them herself, no need for us to.”

Violet took a deep breath. Anthony smirked as he picked up a cup of tea.

Eloise turned cold as she finished reading. “She is to be married-”

“Who is?” Violet grinned. “You? Most certainly-”

“No, mama,” Eloise commented, and then watched Anthony. “Y/N’s hand is promised to Lord Collins.”

The cup of tea shattered on the floor, though the Bridgertons were not sure if the shattering porcelain had been what they’d heard breaking. Anthony’s face had gone stiff and pale.

“I beg your pardon?” Was all he managed to ask.

“It says it here,” Eloise explained.

Violet snatched the paper from her daughter, “Is she toying with the lack of heart Anthony Bridgerton holds and is she trying to fool everyone just to appeal more to Lord Collins, who according to the ton has her hand promised already?” Read out loud.

“Did you know about this, mama?” Questioned Collin.

“I certainly did not,” Violet assured her son, and turned to the eldest who was going through a very familiar feeling. He did not say a thing, he only clenched his jaw and widened his eyes.

There he was again, transported back to the night when the moon had not made an appearance, and when the poison had flourished from the floor to apprehend him down to his sorrow. He felt as he had been pushed off yet again down a precipice.

Benedict and Colin only watched him, expecting the very worst. Instead, Anthony only took a deep breath. Anthony despised having his heart broken, and instead decided to be angry, for its a manlier sentiment. He stormed off the room anyway, quietly.

“Am I supposed to follow after?” Questioned Benedict, and then proceeded to, seeing as his brother rushed down the stairs and off the household. “Anthony!” He broodingly called.

Anthony pushed his way through, not noticing there were gentlemen going up to see his sister, he was rather too angry to even add more jealousy to his displeasure.

“Anthony,” Benedict called again.

Anthony ignored.

Benedict ran this time to stop his brother, stopping the fuming man as he glared at him. “What?”

“I believe I should stop you before you do anything stupid, which judging by your look, you’re on your way to do so,” Benedict barked not letting Anthony through.

Anthony gave him a warning glare, “Let me through.”

“You’re being an idiot,” Benedict said.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do,” Anthony said

“And that is why I must stop you,” Benedict said. “If I don’t know you any better you’re on your way to kill Lord Collins.”

Anthony scoffed, he had not thought of that idea but now he found it rather exhorting. “I am on my way to speak to the Lady,” he tried walking through but Benedict stopped him once again.

“Shall I know what’s going on through your head? Last night you both were opposed to even being on the same room and then this morning you come with the idea of proposing, I do not even know what is-”

“I love her,” Anthony snapped. “That is what is going on through my head.”

“How did you even change your mind-” Benedict paused and then watched his brother. “Did you go and see her?” He asked in a faint whisper.

Anthony coughed and looked elsewhere, “I did not, I just realized my childish act was but an antic to evade my actual feelings for her.”

Benedict did not buy it. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t,” Anthony glowered.

“You really don’t?” Benedict bristled. “What amuses me is that you try to justify your childish acts and stupidity with love when we are both aware those are but a matter of your personality.”

“How amusing,” Anthony scowled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Benedict grabbed him by his arm, “I shall think you know better than to go and throw a tantrum to Miss Y/N. I know you’re capable of fucking up, but this goes beyond your usual behavior.”

Anthony opened his mouth to defend himself but knew he couldn’t actually contradict him. “I do not plan on throwing a tantrum, I will only recover the flowers I sent her this morning, I find it improper to try and court an engaged lady.”

“So you will not fight for her, then?” Benedict queried, astonied.

Anthony did not know if he could. “Shall you suggest I do?”

Benedict coughed, “I would think it would be reasonable but… In a civil way, not in an Anthony way.”

“An Anthony way?” He questioned. “I beg your pardon?”

“Since her arrival your stupidity has escalated in immeasurable ways, I certainly am very impressed because I did not believe that to be possible and yet you are here,” Benedict cackled.

Anthony glared.

“Look,” Benedict sighed. “We could give this more thoughts, and see the best way we can proceed with this, however, today we shall get our lovely sister to the park, she needs to be seen,” he reminded him. “You can be stupid later.”

He would, Anthony knew. He was the most illogical human being when it came to Lady Y/N, and he did not know how to proceed. He was lying, he actually had planned on throwing a tantrum to her, for he was not yet to be fooled again and let there standing like a complete idiot.

And a complete idiot you were too, you were the one in need to throw a tantrum, for you did not want to meet Lord Collins and you certainly did not want to be betrothed to him. You were well aware that he was a fair gentleman, and you knew he was one of the most eligible bachelors the ravenous mamas were hunting for, but you did not want anything to do with him.

You thought of it, the possibility to ruin your reputation, it could be a way to untangle yourself from said arrangement. What if you admitted that you were corrupted? How big of a scandal would it be?

No, you would not dare to bring Anthony down. Not now that he was being so soft to you, and that was not Anthony in the slightest. Though it did surprise you he had not yet stormed into the room like the complete idiot he was.

Had he… read it?

You knew Anthony better, he probably did not follow the gossip, and if you were lucky he’d think that Lady Whistledown was but inventing things. She was not but if he used any kind of reasonable sense he would know better. But this was Anthony and he used anything but his mind to think, and he would not be reasonable. He never was before and you doubted he’d be now.

“I cannot marry him,” you said to Lady Danbury, who had been watching you pace around the drawing room for a while now. The flowers Anthony had sent were displayed in the middle of the room.

You were not sure but you could tell Lady Danbury suspected something, she’d always been observant but the woman’s stare was telling, she could easily see past your sweating hands.

“I’m afraid I’m not the one to make that decision,” Lady Danbury commented.

“Shall I write a letter to my father to beg him to not offer my hand?” You asked. “Don’t I have any saying on it? It’s my hand.”

“I would think you’d need to have another proposal,” The woman explained to you. “However, I am not sure if there will be any more.”

“There might be,” you mumbled, and continued to rush through the room, as if moving faster would get your thoughts fast, too. “Can I reject his hand?�� You questioned.

“He will grant you security,” Lady Danbury watched you, “He is a respectable man.”

“I am well aware he is.”

But I do not… love him, you thought.

Yes, the man was respectable, and a very handsome one, but rather cliched. Eager, but the man was rather thoughtless. You knew his conversation was boring, only compliments and questions about the weather, he was very boring. Always agreeing, and what fun was it in someone always agreeing with you. And he liked to talk about the moon and made it seem like the most horrendous and tedious thing to ever be seen, he liked to talk about anything, but not any kind of pleasant conversation. Very tiresome if you must admit, full of banalities.

Probably you’d have a very insipid life if you were to marry such a bland and hacky man. One that most ladies would want, however.

Anthony, on the other hand, the brooding and plucky man, always had you on the edge. He was an adventure for you. He was incredibly handsome. Or maybe he wasn’t and it was just your nonsensical sentiments for him blinding you.

“Lord Collins can offer an idyllic calm life.”

“I can recognize that,” You admitted, you made your way to the window, a window where you’d talked to Anthony the day before. You took a deep breath, you could see the back house in the garden, a place that you found most intimate now. That was idyllic for you, the taste of his lips, to feel like it’s a June afternoon when it’s a cold December morning only because his smile warned your heart just enough.

You were sure Lord Collins wouldn’t be able to offer that, and that he would not like to avoid the balls because he loved them, though you despised them. You knew he would not listen to your piano forte, though the melodies you played were very tepid, and telling.

You knew you’d have to walk through his household, bored every morning and share the most ordinary conversations, leading to a miserable life, only because your hand had been promised to a man who you did not love, but who was adequate. Only because your instability had not been able to accept the proposal of whom your heart held dear.

You still stared at the cottage where you could see the shadows of your hands. What if you escaped? Forever. Would he escape with you if you dared to ask him?

“I presume security is the outcome expected from a marriage,” you said. “Love is a bonus, is it not?”

Lady Danbury yanked her head. “I suppose so.”

“Is marriage really only but a security arrangement? Or is it merely to satisfy men's lust and appetite.”

The woman coughed in surprisement, “I would rather not engage on such improper subjects of conversation.”

“Is it not?” You frowned. “I believe marriage to be only that, to bare children, to relieve men from their sins. Build a legacy.”

“I believe marriage is also to prospere,” Lady Danbury added. “When a marriage is founded on love then it shall be the most prosperous, not sinful.”

“Yet here I am, with an offer to a disagreeable partnership,” you barked. “I thought those arrangements to be deemed contemptible.

“Lord Collins is not disagreeable,” Lady Danbury coaxed.

You sighed, “I guess not, he is a fair man, and most kind,” you admitted. You didn’t want to give in to your fate just yet. Seemed old fashioned, very 18th century. You were assumed to tolerate him, and you knew your father would not choose a beast for a husband for you. However, you did not want to dread this, to be offered tolerance and not love was an atrocious destiny. “I presume he can offer me a calm life.”

Lady Danbury watched you, “However, Lord Bridgerton might be able to offer such a life, too.”

You smiled, “He most certainly would not.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Oh?”

“No, not calm, Anthony is anything but calm,” you chuckled. “Maybe that is why the life he could offer me would be most enticing.”

You knew that it would be fun, exciting. And that he would not mind if you woke up early to see the dawn, and he would join you and not expect you to be the most respectable lady, but he’d respect you, if you wanted to be respected that is .

Lady Danbury only caressed the flower petals and walked to you. You needed to perish the thoughts of love, though.

“You’re never one to watch with melancholy,” She pointed out.

“Oh, I certainly am, gloomy as I can be, and am I expected not to?” You wondered. It was the worst chastise one could have possibly thought for you, to marry a boring man. To marry to tolerate.

“I guess not,” she admitted.

You sighed.

“He is yet to propose,” Lady Dabury remarked with mischief. “I know Lord Collins is respectable enough to want to court you properly.”

“He wants to court me?” You questioned.

Lady Danbury smirked. “Yes, though he is aware your hand is promised to him, he is someone who will pursue your love.”

“My heart belongs to another,” you stated. “He will find it rather impossible to pursue my love.”

Lady Danbury chuckled, “How impossible?”

“Only one man has been able to conquer my heart, and his way of doing so was rather eerie and unusual.”

Lady Danbury smiled.

“I must ask, do you believe that if I ensure another proposal I might be able to rid myself of such entanglement?” You questioned. “After all, he’s not yet asked for my hand.”

“Do you think you could ensure it?”

“Probably already have,” you said.

“And who may that be?” Lady Danbury asked, not because she did not know but because she wanted you to say it out loud.

Before you could, a servant announced, “Lord Collins is here.”

Your heart stopped, your bethrote. And suddenly the perfect morning you had had just hours ago had disappeared. You knew you could not stop the rain from falling but this particular sorrow was not the best way to receive the man who had your hand promised. You would not be able to smile and you would not be able to have any kind of courtesy.

He walked in, though, the man was clean and proper. Handsome, with flowers. Red roses, freshly cut you could see. You saw one petal fall down as he approached you. How convenient, you thought, for you could find the petal on the floor more interesting.

It felt cold, and you were unaware why. You’d fancied yourself in love with another man who was not offered your hand.

“Lady y/n, good morning,” he said. “How radiant you are this morning.”

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, you were never fond of compliments. You also had the urge to run away. You wouldn’t, though it was tempting. He was a respectable gentleman, and respected he should be, no matter the opinions you held of him. You found him very dull.

Lady Danbury nudged you lightly, seeing as you had only remained quiet with your eyes wide open and with a wide strained smile.

“My apologies, I seem to be inattentive this morning,” you answered. “Good Morning, my Lord,” you said. “Thank you for your compliments, and flowers.”

Lady Danbury watched you with dashing hopes.

“I was hoping I could tempt you with a promenade on this fine day,” Lord Collins grinned. “I know how fond you are of walking.”

“How lovely,” you said.

How dreadful, you thought. You were, though, fond of walking. Gave peace to your mind, and it had helped you those months before, to try and suppress the memory of the eldest Bridgerton. It had most certainly failed you.

Before you could even think of escaping, you found yourself promenading with Lord Collins, the sunlight was indeed lovely, and there was barely any sign of the storm from the night before. Lady Danbury was following shortly behind.

Was there any sign of your compromised body? You wondered if they could tell, maybe it was noticeable.

You wondered if Lady Danbury noticed how jaded you were, as you faked to listen to the man talk, and talk, and talk. Whoever told men they were interesting to listen to was clearly deaf or another idiotic man, for who could ever find joy in listening to such banal and brainless individuals. However, he did not cease his talking. He never listened to you, you’d barely said any words.

It gave you time to go away to whatever world you could escape to, and you thought about how much Anthony did listen. He did converse with you, and he did listen, mostly, you knew, because he loved to pride himself on being brooding and pensive and quiet. You could say that it was because he was but a fool and not a single thought roamed his mind, but whatever his reasons were, you loved that he would listen, even if it was only to contend and fuss you.

There was magic in Lord Collins, you had to accept that. The man was so interested in listening to his own thoughts that he did not realize you were not nearly even paying a gram of attention to him. You guessed that if you did end up wedded to this man, the positive outcome was you did not have to try and pretend to be interested, for he would not notice.

Your mind was trying to find a way to reject him, knowing that Lord Collins was honorable enough to accept your rejection. But how would you reject him?

Why had it been so easy to reject Anthony, the man you loved, but it came nowhere as easy to reject Lord Collins, a man who you had no sentiment for, perchance just indifference. And would you even be able to? Your hand was promised, and though you believed Lord Collins to be a fine gentleman, you knew he could show his dark side, every man had one.

Though you’d met him before, he had claimed to love you. Lord Collins had once said it to you.

But you didn’t love him, you couldn’t possibly. How could you? After Anthony, no one would ever touch your soul and heart like he had. Though he was a wrecked mess, he was the man who you decided to hold dear to your heart.

Perhaps you could admit you were corrupted, and maybe Lord Collins would end the disgraceful engagement that was yet to come.

Your glance diverted on the park, the trees and the flowers that had bloomed this season, lovely, or so bad Lord Collins pointed out. The other couples trying to court, and their respective chaperones. Vicious mamas in the haunt, some of them sending you the most unwelcoming glares.

You were walking near the tents, you saw the Featheringtons’, with their bright colored clothing, you wondered how they could be so deficient in their clothing taste. You did not know what had happened to them, a man was standing nearby and you knew barely anything about their story after Lord Featherington passed. Penelope was your favorite of the Featheringtons, you often believed her to not belong in such a pitiful family. You acquainted them from before, knowing that Prudcence and Philippa often showed their slight infatuation with Anthony. You never blamed them but thought of it rather foolishly. Though at some point you did find it annoying, how dare them fancy the same man you did, though you were thankful that Anthony saw them as piteous as you did. You wondered if they had continued to try and impress them with their dubious talents, you had nothing against them, honestly, before you’d learned their infatuation you liked them just fine, however after learning they fancied him, you were not as courteous with your regards.

It was no secret you were a jealous person, but Anthony was, too so it balanced. You always were thankful that Anthony despised dancing, as much as you did. You barely could deny any invitation to dance but at least he did not dance with anyone else.

You kept your way, and then another tent was seen, the Bridgertons. Displaying the family in their splendour, as they were sitting , with Eloise quite unamused. You knew she’d rather be dead than to face any possible forms of courting.

Your breath failed you, as the dress felt rather tense. You did not want to see the Bridgertons and you knew Eloise had most definitely already read Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers. She would know, and besides, the man was by your own side.

Lord Collins, still absorbed in his own conversation, pranced beside you. You tried not to see the family, knowing that they’d end up feeling your stare and Anthony would see you.

Did he know?

But your glance could not be stopped, as you then glanced again, and it had been as if it was planned, for his sight was locked with yours. His eyes widened as he watched you. With terror.

In all honesty, all you wanted to do was to drop and shove Lord Collins out of the way and run to the man who’d compromised you, body and soul, but who you loved nonetheless.

But he was glaring at you. Or at Lord Collins, or at both.

You saw him quickly rise to his feet, for he had been plopped on a stool. He didn’t do anything but to stare at you, as if with merely staring he’d be able to get the man away from you. His eyes tried to work as daggers, and they often did, his glance though most adoring to you, was now nothing but frightening.

You knew Anthony well enough to know he was tormenting with jealousy, and if you knew him well enough, you could tell he was idiotic enough to believe that Lord Collin’s sentiments were reciprocated.

Anthony was fuming, though you were not sure if it was jealousy, or if he believed to be fooled again. You wished it was only jealousy.

He was about to walk your way, but you saw Benedict rise to stop him, he failed.

Anthony was making his way to you even when his family had tried to call for him. He ignored them, he was good at doing that.

Lord Collins wasn’t even aware of how you had lost your breath and how you had held some type of staring contest with the oldest Bridgerton, whose hands were in fists as he decided to go on a different route instead, Benedict on his heels. You watched him approach the Featheringtons, you saw eagerness in Lady Featherington as she ushered Philippa to join Anthony.

You scowled, what in the world was the man doing? You believed him to be stupid, but stupid enough to make a Featherington join him in his promenade was rather a most idiotic decision.

Your eyes were glued to him, unbeknownst to Lord Collins, as Philippa was rather ungraceful as she walked along Anthony. Benedict was also joined by the other sister, Prudence, who also seemed to be happy to be joined by a Bridgerton. You could listen to their absurd giggles from afar.

Did Lord Bridgerton think the Featheringtons would bring you jealousy? If anything the animosity was for the thought alone that he would think it would bother you.

But Anthony was walking fast, and poor Philippa could barely keep up with him, you chuckled to yourself, it was amusing to think the poor girl believed she was actually being courted and rather not used as a jealousy device.

“Collins,” Anthony called as he was close enough, Philippa watched you. “Lady Y/N, how delightful to see you both here.”

Benedict threw an apologetic stare at you, before yanking his brother’s arm. Prudence gushed after.

“Lord Bridgerton,” Collins gave him an unfeigned smile, as he was finally restored from his conversation. “Such a fortunate coincidence, ladies, how beautiful you look this morning.”

You wondered how big of a coincidence it was.

“Anthony,” you quickly said but then cleared your throat, “My apologies, Lord Bridgerton, how delightful to encounter you,” you said. “Philippa, Prudence,” you smiled at them as they tried to not glare at you. “Lord Bridgerton,” you saw Benedict struggling to keep a calm facade.

“Forgive me, I shall defer my raptures for another occasion,” Benedict said. “I’m afraid we are promenading with these ladies,,” he tried pulling Anthony back but the man did not move.

“I am sure you can keep promenading just fine, Benedict,” Anthony warned. “It won’t hurt us to engage in some conversation.”

“Who would’ve thought we would concur here?” Lady Danbury said from behind as she approached you. “Lords Bridgerton, ladies.”

“Lady Danbury, may I say you look astonishing,” Anthony said and then directed his glance at you.

Lady Danbury watched him with suspicion. “I’m flattered,” she said. “I’m pleased to see you gentlemen opportuning this lovely day to parade with these ladies.”

Philippa grinned, as she kept watching Lord Bridgerton’s face, as if his face had some kind of magnet she had to be glued to.

You thought of it pathetic, from Anthony of course, as you could see his obvious chagrin. You knew that he was not fond of them, because they were always trying to raise their… talents, if one must call it that way, to find a proper husband. They often failed.

“It is a lovely day,” Anthony agreed. “Seems to be the proper weather after having to engage on such a turbulent night, the storm was unpleasant.”

“Was it, my Lord?” You quickly enquired. “I would have believed you were very fond of the rain, and… turbulent storms.”

Anthony glanced at you, he was disappointed but he knew you did not talk about the rain. “You are mistaken,” he said severely. “I do not like to fret on the rain when I am not well aware if it will cease. I find uncertainty disturbing.”

“I believe the rain to be rather bitter,” Philippa intruded.

You did not even look at her, “I do not,” you said. “I believe we can find beauty in the rain for most dreary that it can be, especially when it offers such a sight.”

Lord Collins grinned, “I agree with Miss Y/N, the rain is rather soothing.”

Anthony scoffed, “Of course it is soothing, when you’re aware the sun will eventually dawn.”

This was not about the rain. But neither the Featheringtons or Lord Collins was aware of that.

“I believe the rain to be essential,” Lady Danbury interrupted. “We shall enjoy the beauty of it when it starts and when it dares to cease,” she spoke starkly. “However, Lord Bridgerton, I must praise you for the flowers you sent this morning, they were lovely, were they not, Miss Y/N?”

Lord Collins blinked in surprise. “Flowers?”

Philippa scowled at you.

“Lovely, indeed, thank you, Lord Bridgerton for the most exquisite flowers,” you said.

Anthony ignored your sight.

“Flowers?” Lord Collins asked again.

“Yes, I sent Miss Y/N some flowers to thank her for her company last night,” Anthony said with arrogance, you blushed immediately knowing exactly for what company he was thanking you for. “She joined my family and I for a lovely dinner. Besides I find the lady to be deserving of the most magnificent flowers.”

Benedict frowned watching between Anthony and you.

Philippa cleared her throat, “I love flowers,” she commented.

“How considerate,” Lord Collins said, you could tell he was not fond of Anthony. He was probably aware of Anthony’s proposal, or attempt to propose, and it was no secret that in your past season, Anthony would not leave your side.

“Yes, her favorite,” Anthony continued, ignoring the lady beside him.

“Roses?” Lord Collins questioned.

“I like roses,” Philippa commented.

“Gardenias,” Anthony snarked with a smirk. “She’s fond of gardenias, are you not, Miss?”

“I find all flowers delightful, however I do have an attachment for gardenias,” you admitted. “Thank you, Lord Bridgerton for remembering.”

He wanted to scoff, he cleared his throat instead. “My pleasure,” he said. “ I must admit the true reason for me to approach you,” Anthony slurred his words with poison. “I recently became acquainted with the news, so I am here to congratulate the two of you, I heard about your engagement.”

He knew, then.

Benedict squeezed his eyes shut, he seemed tired of his brother.

You blinked with fake surprise, “Engagement? Oh, we are but promenading, I was not aware walking led to a betrothal. Shall I assume you and lovely Philippa are to be married as well?” You asked with a smug smirk, knowing he’d be bothered.

He was, Anthony glared at you. He knew you were faking ignorance.

Lord Collins huffed, “You flatter me, Bridgerton, thinking I am already to be married to this beautiful lady, however, I know better than to assume the Lady will marry me without a proper proposal.”

“I think I’d be aware if I was to be married,” you hissed.

“Absolutely, you would be aware, how could you not?” Anthony raised his eyebrow.

Benedict watched, “Seems that this is the first time the lady hears of the news.”

“It happens to be the first time,” you lied.

“How convenient,” Anthony said with gritted teeth. “Well, I am not to engage in gossip, however-”

“Lady Whistledown announced it,” Philippa commented

“Yes,” Anthony confirmed. “The ton happened to be loud enough for your engagement to be announced on Lady Whistledown’s society papers.”

“Well, if we were to believe everything she writes then I’d be worried if I were you,” You claimed watching Anthony. “She seems to not be fond of you, my Lord. Are you suggesting we shall believe everything she writes?”

Anthony clenched his jaw.

“The Lady’s right,” Lord Collins said.

Anthony cackled, “Excellent news then,” Anthony said. “I offer my apologies to you, both.”

Lord Collins watched him with disdain.

“Is your hand not promised, then?” Asked Prudence, finally making an appearance behind Benedict.

Everyone turned to her, but Anthony directed the most special glare at her. No one dared to say a thing.

“Fair question,” Anthony intruded.

“And one that is too bold to be enquired,” Lady Danbury stepped in. “I advice you young Lady not to meddle in Miss Y/N’s business, and rather take care of your own matters.”

“The Lady shall decide if she concedes me the honor to take her hand,” Lord Collins answered.

Anthony chuckled, “I shall wish you good fortunes.”

You took a deep breath.

Benedict cleared his throat, “I believe we shall continue our stroll.”

Anthony did not move.

“Excellent idea,” You conceded. “We shall not waste the lovely weather, a promenade is most invigorating.”

“Shall I suggest walking and talking, then?” Offered Anthony. “I think the activities are not exclusive.”

You closed your eyes, you did not want to continue engaging in the conversation.

“How amusing you’re suggesting that, Lord Bridgerton,” You poisoned. “Here I would have assumed you’d rather have some solitary time with ravishing Miss Featherington here,” you derided.

Philippa grinned.

He raised his eyebrows, he was trying to tell if you were jealous. You were not, if anything you were amused of the entanglement he’d dragged himself into with his attempt of bothering you.

“Are you not finding this conversation pleasing?” Anthony questioned you. “I would have believed you to be more fond of conversing.”

You chuckled, “I rather be taciturn and quiet.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he smirked. “Shall we?” He started to walk. You directed a glare at his younger brother who only sighed.

Lord Collins raised his brow, “The Lady is quiet, I do not know why you’d find that hard to believe.”

Anthony laughed somberly, “You seem to be puzzled, Collins,” Anthony remarked. “Miss y/l/n is never quiet, unless she is engaged in other kinds of activities.”

He was being an arse.

“Other activities?” Philippa questioned.

“Lord Bridgerton is speculating,” You cleared up. “I assume he is suggesting I’m quiet when I play the pianoforte, or embroider.”

“Absolutely,” Anthony grinned. “However, I’ve been acquainted with you my whole life and I must remark you’re a woman who finds interest in chatter.”

He was mocking you.

“Not when I find it impertinent,” you sassed.

Lord Collins smiled, “A talented and accomplished woman.”

Anthony raised his brow, watching him. He was hurt, but he then proceeded to watch you as if asking you if you were serious with this.

You tried to look away, you could not believe how big of an arse he was and you could not believe his stupidity. Had he suggested you were aware of the engagement? And would he do anything about it or just keep being an arse? If he rushed his proposal he might be able to free you, however you knew Anthony to be an idiot. And you knew the man to be su full of his pride, that he would possibly try to be the biggest idiot he could before making any reasonable statements. You were in the need to have a word with him.

Lord Collins started talking again, Philippa listened this time. Eagerly. Seemed like the pair was rather absorbed in their own conversation for your own fortune. Behind, Benedict was trying to not die of awkwardness as Prudence and him were not even trying to engage in small talk. Not even about the weather.

Anthony was only peeping at you every now and then, brows furrowed. You slowed your pace, letting Lord Collins be wrapped in his words enough to not notice you’d fallen behind with Anthony.

“I suppose it is unworthy to try and explain I was oblivious to it,” you whispered.

Anthony shrugged, “You must understand why said statement is hard to believe,” he growled.

“It is honest,” you said.

“I’ve always known how fond you are of keeping secrets,” he barked. “Forgive my hesitation, but my doubts are not unwarranted.”

You glared. “Your behavior is.”

He grinned, “Fine, then I shall withdraw, I do not wish to vex your pleasant morning,” he said.

“Anthony,” you bellowed.

“I must excuse myself,” Anthony announced loudly for Lord Collins to turn around, it seemed Lord Collins only listened when it was another man speaking. “I need to disengage from this pleasant promenade.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Lord Collins, always a pleasure, I hope we can meet again soon, perchance at the ball this weekend, however I shall not retire without giving you fair advice over Lady Y/N, be careful, for her hand and heart always seem to belong to someone else,” he hissed. “Excuse me,” he then said softly and smiled at Lady Danbury cynically before storming off, leaving everyone in shock.

Benedict closed his eyes with strain as he was left with the two Featheringtons now at his care.

“I despise my brother,” he declared.

You only clenched your jaw, you agreed, you despised him, too.

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Stuckony

Also know as WinterIronShield, these three have been through thick and thin, gone to hell in a handbasket, and survived out the other side together. In canon they’ve suffered at each other’s hands but in fanon we can make them happy! Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Tony Stark: also known as the first poly ship of any fandom to reach over 2,000 works, officially making it not a rare pair. Congratulations, shippers and fandom alike!

Also, despite already being a poly ship, someone decided to throw one more person into the mix, giving us the second ever Darcy x Stuckony fic listed as such on AO3. Impressive. :o

That’s partially why we wanted to include a stats post for Stuckony, and the other reason is the sheer output these eight fics generated: 59k words, which just beats WinterHawk for the second most words per ship in our event. Holy cow, that’s an average of ~7,390 words per fic! This ship also had the most individual authors of any of the other ships in our event, which is very impressive!

Click on the read more to see a list of the Hoopla’s Stuckony fics!

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Forging Bonds | @huntress79 | 1,720 words | G

Just when Tony thought that his relationship with Steve and Bucky is safe and stable, he learns of a son he apparently has. How will “his” soldiers react to the sudden addition to the household?

Love Run | PinkGold @sparkly-angell | 32,599 words | T

Run to show that love’s worth running to. ** Steve Rogers: the schools's sweetheart. Captain of the football team of SHIELD'S High School. Bucky Barnes: school's punk. Sassy mouth, sassy friends. Tony Stark: new student, the smartest in the room. Steve and Bucky date, although no one knows about it. It's better that way, anyways. It's said punks and jocks don't mix, it would be a mess if their relationship got out. New student Tony Stark, though, he changes a few things around.

The men we might have been | @newtypeshadow | 2,645 words | T

Husbands and soulmates Tony, Steve, and Bucky never thought they'd wind up back in the Siberian Winter Soldier Bunker they destroyed years ago, but that's where they find themselves when a battle hurls them into an alternate dimension. Here in the MCU, the bunker's still standing, and there's a man inside with a video he claims will tear the Avengers apart. And he's right. Good thing the three of them aren't this dimension's Avengers.

Outdoorsy in That I Drink on Patios | @betheflame | 1,359 words | E

Tony wants to take his boyfriends skiing. They discover other uses for his mountain cabin.

Phase Two | @betheflame | 1,495 words | T

Toni and her fuzzy favorites celebrate the day of manufactured affection.

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Bucky knows Hydra will to go through anyone and anything to reclaim him: their pet assassin, their Winter Soldier, their "asset". What he doesn't know is that Hydra's not the only group willing to go so far to get him back.

Tony Stark, Fairy Godbillionaire | RoseRose @tehroserose | 7,618 words | T

Tony Stark receives an invitation to Steve and Bucky's wedding. He has absolutely no idea who they are. For their chutzpah, he decides to pay for everything for their wedding- and hop into the planning to make sure they get the best of the best. They end up falling in love.

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Darcy Lewis had fallen head over heels in love with all three of them, each idiot in their own right. Her idiots. She kept that last bit to herself at all costs; the depths of her feelings, at least. If she ever uttered the words aloud, she always made sure it was clear she meant them as Friends Only. Just joking, just teasing, you see. And their eyes would sparkle and they'd laugh or give her a noogie or elbow her gently in the ribs and her heart would ache. It always ached, these days. Friendzoning yourself was not fun, but she had to. Being a polyamorous woman surrounded by people who were so easy to love was a hard thing to handle—it hadn't been easy at fifteen when she'd first realized her inner self, and it seemed to just keep getting harder with age to keep all her feelings reined in. One of the many reasons she'd never once dated.

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Headcanons about how each member of the Outsiders gang feel about the others?

ooh this is an interesting one...

(this is gonna be so long LMAO)

so, just to be clear: these guys are a gang, like brothers, and they would do anything for each other. they might get seriously pissed off at one another sometimes, but when push comes to shove, they’ll be there if the other guy needs them, no questions asked

like, outside the group, they do have other friends, but the seven of them have something special that other people see and are envious of. other people - no matter what side of the tracks they’re from - are sort of jealous of them and wish they could be like that with their friends

honestly, I think a big part of why they’re friends is because they’ve just always been friends, and it’s hard to imagine life without the others there, no matter how incompatible they may seem on paper - they’re a diverse, interesting group of guys with all sorts of different outlooks on life and personalities

that said, I do think they kinda pair off with each other a lot, especially now that Darry’s pretty busy with trying to keep a household

obviously Soda and Steve are BFFs

Darry and Two-Bit are each others’ best friends, being the oldest and having known each other forever

then there’s Pony, Johnny, and Dallas, and they’re sort of a trio

however, Dallas and Tim are probably each others’ best friends, even though they kinda hate each other. interesting dynamic there

but Johnny is also sorta both Pony and Dally’s best friend, and Johnny doesn’t like to pick so he’d probably say the same

Pony wouldn’t say so to Dally’s face, but in truth he’s pretty scared of him so...yeah.

but when any of these pairs pair up, or - worse - all seven of them are together? watch the fuck out. for real, these guys are mischief makers. not dangerous, just incredibly stupid and loud lmao

like...Darry will 1000% cut loose if he gets the chance to be with the rest of them and they will all cheer him on to be the biggest dumbass he can be, and tbh it’s pretty cute, in a stupid boy way

oh - and Darry is everyone’s role model

Now, thinking individually:

Darry

Sodapop: obviously Soda is his younger brother and he has to look out for him legally, but I feel they’re pretty tight - Pony even says so in the book. Soda can get away with teasing him, and he’s a great shoulder to cry on when things are getting stressful. also: “little buddy” *wibbles*

Ponyboy: he loves this kid bunches, but he just doesn’t get him sometimes. he also frustrates him to no end, and wishes he would just listen and realize he’s trying to help him. he’s really protective of Pony, and sees him as a really little kid still, so sometimes he goes a bit overboard with looking out for him, but he can’t help it - he’s seriously worried about him all the time

Johnny: Darry also worries about Johnny a lot, but sort of in a helpless way - Darry just doesn’t really know what to do besides be there for him. but he’s glad Johnny’s there for Pony, and when they actually get a chance to talk (which isn’t often), they always have the most laid-back conversations

Dallas: these two have a serious respect for each other, and for as much as Darry recognizes that Dally is a real-deal thug, he knows he has his own code that he lives by, and Darry respects that. Darry isn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with him, though, considering he always keeps his door open to him, so he doesn’t tolerate his bullshit

Two-Bit: like I said above, I see these two as best friends. they’re total opposites, and that’s what makes them work as buddies. Two-Bit gets Darry to loosen up every now and then, and they’ve known each other since before god, so it’s not unusual to see them on the front steps with a six pack shooting the shit and talking about their little siblings, sports, life, etc.

Steve: Darry respects and cares about Steve, but I think he’ll always view him as Soda’s best friend, so in his head Steve is just this annoying little kid still at times. also, he still kinda holds a grudge for that “all brawn, no brains” comment. but Darry would never turn him away, and is always asking him for car help

Sodapop

Darry: I feel like Soda sees himself as Darry’s equal, and that’s why he’s got no fear of him. he will tease him, call him out on his bullshit, and listen to whatever he has to say without trying to give him a bunch of advice. Soda does wish that Darry would lighten up a little sometimes, though, just relax and be present with the rest of them like he used to

Ponyboy: as a middle kid, Soda loves having a big brother, but also having a little brother that he can be there for. he thinks Pony is just the smartest kid he’s ever met, and he’s really proud of him. he also is Pony’s shoulder to cry on a lot of times, and he tries to include him in stuff to help him out of his shell if Steve isn’t being an issue

Johnny: Soda wishes he could see more of Johnny - he thinks he’s a good guy, a loyal friend - but they don’t really get the chance that often. but Soda always asks Johnny how he’s doing, what’s new with him, and always checks in on him

Dallas: Dally doesn’t scare Soda that much, and they have a fun time together, but Soda’s not blind to the person he is, his darker side. he knows not to cross him because he’s afraid of what happen if he will, so he tries to keep things light between the two of them, just shoot the shit and talk about girls, go driving, etc.

Two-Bit: Soda’s favorite dumbass. if Soda has a dumb idea, Two-Bit is his yes-man. they play off each other really well, and Sodapop likes that with Two-Bit, things just don’t feel complicated. life is just easy, and Two-Bit is always willing to either listen, or distract, and Soda seriously appreciates that

Steve: these two are just trouble when they’re together, no beating around the bush. these two are also pretty different from each other, but they’ve been friends so long that Soda can’t imagine not having Steve for a friend. they just get each other, and since Soda has so many people dump on him...Steve is the guy he goes to when he needs to vent. they can just work on a car together and talk, and all Soda needs Steve to do is listen

Ponyboy

Darry: Pony wishes Darry could be the way he used to be before the accident, and he often gets frustrated with him, sees him as a nag and someone who just wants to be right and make everyone do what he says. but he also loves him and looks up to him and knows that Darry is doing his best, so sometimes he tries to cut him some slack. there are times when they’re one-on-one and Pony really enjoys that - Darry is smart, and they can talk about school and books without anyone looking at them sideways, and Pony really admires his big brother’s intelligence

Sodapop: we know Pony loves Sodapop - he even admits he’s his favorite brother. he really does put him on a pedestal (when he probably shouldn’t), but Soda isn’t always on his back about everything and is a great person to talk to and work things out with. Pony thinks he’s pretty much one of the coolest guys in town, too, and wants to be like that

Johnny: soft bffs :’) Pony does definitely see Johnny as kinda skittish, but he’s also his best friend. they don’t have to talk at all, which is honestly perfect for both of them. Pony sees Johnny as his equal even though he’s two years older, and is always trying to play up to him, and even sometimes protect him from others. I think Pony also probably likes to watch Johnny play pinball, lol

Dallas: Pony is scared of Dallas - period, point blank. he respects him, but he’s scared of him, and doesn’t get for a long time that Dallas actually cares about him

Two-Bit: Pony sees Two-Bit as a goof, sure, but he also sort of looks up to him - he’s calm, he’s funny, he seems to have a grip on life; an understanding of it that he can put in concise words. being with Two-Bit is easy for him, and he likes that Two-Bit is always willing to include him and talk to him and not make him feel stupid

Steve: even though he’s Soda’s best friend, these two are like oil and water. Pony thinks Steve is too serious, too snarky, too mean to actually be able to like, but he still cares about him because of how close he is to his brother, and respects his intelligence and work ethic

Johnny

Darry: Darry has been kinder to Johnny than he could ever feel he deserved, and he’s grateful. he’s a little scared of him, but really only because he’s a giant of a guy...but with Johnny, he’s a gentle giant

Sodapop: he kinda wishes he could be as popular and laid-back as Soda, as good with the girls as Soda. but it’s so hard for Johnny not to like him because of how nice and chill he is. he also really appreciates that Soda isn’t overbearing with “protecting” him - he just lets him be himself

Ponyboy: Johnny thinks Pony is just so smart, and so talented, and 99% of the time, he isn’t jealous of that. he looks out for him in his own quiet way, but can also see how some might think Pony is kind of annoying. but he really likes him, and is more than willing to let the kid either just sit with him quietly or talk his ear off about his books and movies

Dallas: Johnny’s hero. what else needs to be said?

Two-Bit: Johnny thinks Two-Bit is a real cut-up - he gets on his nerves a bit at times, but he likes his upbeat, no-nonsense outlook on life and that he treats him like an equal

Steve: he and Steve are just sorta friends, without much complications to it. Johnny thinks Steve is smart and surly, but his attitude doesn’t stop him from liking him

Dallas

Darry: this is the one person Dallas would never dare cross. ever. he may snark at him, but that’s it. and you know what?�� Dallas respects that. he sees Mrs. Curtis in her oldest son, and that softens him towards him.

Sodapop: Darry’s kid brother. he’s wild and way too upbeat for Dallas most times, but that wild energy can sometimes be harnessed into some real wild times, and that’s when Dallas really has fun with him

Ponyboy: Darry and Soda’s kid brother. he knows the kid is something special, though, but he doesn’t know how to express that. but he doesn’t mind him tagging along on his escapades, and gets a kick out of him

Johnny: the one person Dallas loved (however you view that love, romantic or platonic). What else needs to be said?

Two-Bit: he’s annoying, but there’s something about Two-Bit that Dallas can’t help but respect. they’ve gotten into fights before, but Two-Bit is the opposite in Darry in that he seems to have that same energy of don’t fuck with me, or you’ll regret it, which doesn’t make sense to Dally because he’s such a goof

Steve: Dallas respects that Steve is good in a fight, keeps his trap shut, and is smart. period, full stop.

Two-Bit

Darry: if Two-Bit didn’t have Darry, he’d be in constant trouble. he helps him feel like more of an adult, and he wishes he could be more like him at times. but they’re old friends, and Two-Bit wishes he could see more of him like he used to, and he’s always trying to cheer Darry up while also asking him for advice and venting to him because he feels like everyone else will view that as him being a burden

Sodapop: again - this is a crazy duo. just watch out for these two when they’re together. Two-Bit will say yes to any of Soda’s stupid plans, and Soda will do the same for him. seriously, just watch the fuck out for these two.

Ponyboy: Two-Bit is worried about this kid. he really sees him like a little brother, and he wishes he could stay innocent and kind forever, and works to do what he can to preserve that because he’s so smart and has so much to offer. he just tries to be there for the kid, and wishes he could see that the whole gang really cares about him

Johnny: Two-Bit honestly believed for a long time that they couldn’t get along without Johnny turns out they couldn’t get along without Pony. he knows Johnny’s tough, but Two-Bit can’t help but be a bit protective over him, and often forgets he can handle himself

Dallas: in some ways, for as much as Two-Bit likes getting up to trouble with him and screwing around together, Two-Bit thinks Dallas is an idiot. he’s dangerously reckless, opposed to Two-Bit being more harmlessly reckless, and worries about Pony and Johnny hanging around him. he likes him for sure, but thinks he’s a pretty bad influence

Steve: Two-Bit sees Steve as a bear to poke and get a reaction out of. he gets a real kick out of messing with him because he’s so serious, but he also knows how smart and dedicated a friend Steve is, and really likes that about him. he wishes he’d lighten up a bit and be nicer to Ponyboy, but he’s loyal to him and considers him a very close friend

Steve

Darry: Steve really respects Darry for the sacrifices he’s made, but he sometimes reads him wrong and crosses a line with him. he tries not to do that because I think he wishes he could be more like him - just as smart, just as strong, just as dedicated

Sodapop: again - best friends, y’all. Steve appreciates that Soda is the more upbeat person of the pair, can get him out of a slump and put things into perspective for him - things aren’t always quite as bad as they seem. they’ve known each other so long, that Steve can’t imagine his life without Soda and sees him as the brother he never had. if Steve’s the mechanic, Soda’s the driver

Ponyboy: thinks he’s a TWERP. he hates how he’s whiny and always tagging along everywhere, and he can’t help but think of him as the baby of the group. bitch bitch bitch. but...he has to look out for him. he tells himself it’s for Darry and Soda, but he feels this strong urge to protect him that he can’t quite explain (and definitely doesn’t like)

Johnny: Johnny behaves more like Steve wishes Pony would - he’s cool, and nowhere near as whiny, so Steve likes hanging out with him, and looks out for him, too - like when Sylvia came onto him. he wants to help preserve what very little happiness and innocence Johnny has left, so Steve is always inviting him places

Dallas: Steve thinks Dallas is a bastard, but in a good way. he thinks he’s tough and tuff, and likes how he doesn’t give a damn about the law and will fuck up anyone who gets in his way. there are days where Steve wishes he could care as little as Dally, but he just can’t, and that’s where there’s sometimes still a disconnect - Steve does care, in his own way

Two-Bit: these two often get stuck together. they’re actually close in their own way, especially after Johnny and Dallas die, because it’s the brothers and them, so Steve appreciates having Two-Bit around to lighten things up, even if he claims to think he’s annoying. they can just sit around the DX and talk about whatever, and it’s easy, and Steve appreciates Two-Bit always trying with him, not being deterred by his often crappy moods

#the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #abby speaks

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prettypinky · 4 years

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𝔸 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤.

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It was 1 am.

I couldn't sleep.

I never could when I was worried. Worried about my brother no less.

The night was peaceful but my eyes and brain failed to shut down for the night so I did the same thing I always did when I couldn't sleep, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. It always helped calm my nerves down when I was feeling antsy. And boy did I need one now.

My older brother, Darry, was quiet and sound asleep, much like the house. Not even his usual snores could be heard. And my kid brother, Sodapop, was probably off on some rodeo or drag race of some sort with his best buddy Steve. It was a Friday night and those two always seem to go somewhere on Friday nights so who knew where those boys were off to right now. Their absences only made the house seem quieter. And lastly, my youngest kid brother, Ponyboy was asleep in his room, quiet like the night. Well, I say quiet but if I'm being honest the night itself is actually pretty loud tonight. A thunderstorm was passing by, loud as ever, so the only audible sounds came from outside, the booming thunder and rain showers.

Personally, I liked the weather but most importantly, I liked listening to the weather.

Many would find this type of weather frightening or unpleasant but not me. I loved it.

So I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my ears take in the rough sound of the pitter-patter of the heavy rain, as well as the roaring thunder that accompanied the precipitation as a light smile spread across my face.

I truly cherished moments like this and they were quite rare considering I lived in a household mostly filled with boys with a rowdy demeanor that tuned out the soothing dripping rain and roaring thunder.

I sighed, washing my glass in the kitchen sink and making my way to the corridor my room was in. As I headed there I heard the faint sound of muffled whispers and bedsheets shuffling coming from my right. Turning, I came face-to-face with the wooden door and thin walls of Sodapop's and Ponyboy's shared bedroom. Curious, I set my hand on the doorknob and gently creaked the door open. As I did, light from the thunder came in the room through the window and shone across Ponyboy's face. That's when my heart stopped.

Ponyboy was kicking madly, his eyebrows furrowed, there were tears streaming down his face too. Not only that but he was muttering words I didn't quite catch. But for those short seconds I stood there, his mutterings grew progressively loud,

"Darry?! Soda?! Y/n! No! Please don't leave me!" He was practically yelling at this point. It was a mystery why Darry wasn't up by now.

I quickly rushed to his side, gently shaking him as I tried to hush his pleas, "Shhh, honey, wake up, I'm here, it's okay,"

Just then, a huge clap of thunder erupted. Ponyboy's eyes shot open and quickly sat up as he began to desperately gasp for air. His eyes were darting around the room like crazy, disoriented.

"Y/n!" He managed to choke out, immediately attaching himself on to me.

Another nightmare.

“I’m right here Pony.” I hushed him, wrapping his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I sat there with him patting his back as he bawled his eyes out. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body.

He'd never admit it due to the fact he turned 14 about a month ago but he will forever be our worrier and as he is the baby of the family the important thing was for us; Darry, Soda and I, to protect him.

He doesn't deserve to go through something like this, he's just a kid, I thought.

But we couldn't always protect him from the nightmares. And it killed me.

They began not too long after Mom and Dad died in the car crash last year. We were all crushed by the news and it changed us a lot but we all knew it affected Ponyboy the most.

You see, Ponyboy is different than most kids his age, he's like a small innocent puppy. A huge dreamer. He digs movies and books in a special way, a way that only a few of us understand. He sees the beauty in everything he looks at and knows there's good in this world. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he's too sweet for his own good.

Don't get me wrong though, he can be pretty mean in a rumble, but that never stopped him from being soft. Even if he refused to believe it.

Eventually, his sobs died down. He hadn't stopped crying but he was quiet so I took that as a signal to continue, “Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset him furthermore.

He nodded slowly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I-I dreamt that you..." He pulled away from my embrace, now facing me with blood shot eyes. "You died."

"Pones..."

"Not just you but Darry and Soda too." I could tell that he was starting to choke up with emotion, "A-and you all left me..." By the end of this, his face was almost entirely covered in red and pink splotches and his eyes began to water again with unshed tears, I wrapped him in my arms and began to rock on my sides as I stroked his reddish-brown hair out of his face.

“Oh my sweet boy," I sighed, tucking him tighter against my body protectively. “I’m so so sorry baby that you have to go through this but you have to know that that was all a dream. Okay?”

"I'm scared though..." He trailed off, hiccuping before his eyes darted downward, expression doubtful and I could tell he was about to burst out in tears again. "I'm scared you'll leave me like Mom and Dad left us,"

I froze at that. How could Ponyboy even think of something like that?

"Hey, hey, hey," I began, swiping at a tear that had made it's way down to his cheek, "No one's leaving no one."

I opened my arms to him once more as an invitation which Pony accepted in a heartbeat and rested against my chest once more, arms encircling me tightly and head resting under the tip of my chin.

"I know..." he let out a tired sigh, and I began to rub his back slowly as I felt his tears begin to soak through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. "It just..." He trailed off, unable to find the word that best fit the ending to his sentence,

"Hurts," I supplied quietly. Pony nodded against my chest and sniffled. I pressed my cheek to the crown of his head, leaving a soft kiss in my wake before pulling back from his embrace and taking his face in my hands. I bored my own gaze into his puffy, reddened eyes and rubbed small circles over his still tense jawline.

"Pone, there is nothing that I can say or do that'll make the pain go away, not completely anyways, and for that I'm so sorry. But what I can tell you is how incredibly proud I am of you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, because you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I have or will ever have met. You take so much on your shoulders everyday that I can't even begin to imagine what you go through everyday and you're right. It does suck sometimes, but everything will be alright because you'll always have me, Darry and Soda to count on."

Ponyboy's eyes never left mine as I spoke, and though he had stopped crying now, there were still visible tear tracks marring the soft skin of his cheeks. He didn't hesitate long after I finished speaking, placing his arms roughly around me and closing the small gap between our bodies in a warm hug. He nuzzled his face immediately against my chest, moving with an urgency that took me by surprise but I returned the gesture nevertheless.

"Thank you y/n."

"Anytime, Pones." I offered a smile, "Alright but we really should be sleeping now, it's almost 2 a.m. kiddo."

He smiled as we both lay back down on the bed, his body close to mine as we shut our eyes and finally fell asleep.

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#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy curtis #reader x ponyboy #platonic #curtis sister

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timeisacephalopod · 5 years

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Pest Control

A random IronPanther AU (with a side dish of Sam/Rhodey and Pepper/Natasha) in which T’Challa gets a sphynx and Tony becomes an expert advice giver in how to deal with your partner’s pets that you dislike.

Rhodey looks concerned probably because Tony looks overly serious. “T’Challa... has gotten a sphynx,” he says.

Rhodey squints. “A sphynx?” he asks and Tony nods. “That’s a cat, right?” he asks and Tony briefly reconsiders their friendship. They’ve been friends a long time but he has Pepper and she knows what a sphynx is so maybe he should stick with her.

“Its a hairless cat, yeah,” he says and Rhodey wrinkles his nose.

“Oh, ew, he got a goblin,” he says and Tony nods vigorously.

“You understand my pain!” T’Challa thinks this is an acceptable pet. A fucking bald cat. If he wanted to pet a bald mammal he’d pet T’Challa. Actually, he does that already. Its not really petting, but it kind of counts but that’s as close as Tony will get to petting a bald anything. Unless he somehow ends up in a situation in which he has to pet Okoye for some reason, she’s got less hair than T’Challa but she’d murder him if she even knew he’d considered such a thing to no because he values his life.

“Tell him cats in America either have hair or they’re bust,” he says, wrinkling his nose again.

“He’s going to tell me he’s not American and he’s right, which is why I have devised a plan to rid myself of this sphynx in a way that will work out for everyone, goblin cat included.” Just because he thinks the animal is an abomination doesn’t mean he wants to see the cat hurt. Just not in T’Challa’s lap where he might be forced to pet the damn thing.

“You’re going to contact whatever Erdrich horror put those things on this earth and tell it to take the cat back to the underworld?” Rhodey asks and Tony laughs.

Alright, this is why he’s friends with Rhodey. Dude is hilarious even if he’s apparently uneducated about what a sphinx is. “No. The cat hates cold hands on account of being bald, and if I spend enough time in the lab at a certain temperature my hands get cold. I use a lot of stuff that generates heat, makes sense that I wouldn’t have the heat up. Plausible deniability in case T’Challa catches me out. Anyway, then I go to pet the cat. Cat hates cold hands, will not react well. Then it’ll look like the cat hates me and T’Challa will take his ugly goblin cat back to Wakanda and we can get a proper cat with hair,” he says, waving his hands around a little.

Rhodey nods, “that’s genius. Got any tips on how to get Sam get rid of his budgies? Because the birds hate me and they squawk all night but Sam loves them for some reason. I can’t stand the birds but I think releasing them into the wild might be bad for them,” he says. “And I don’t like the birds, but I don’t want to hurt the birds. Unless its three in the morning and they won’t shut up, then I kind of want to strangle the birds, but I wouldn’t actually strangle the birds.”

“Have you watched Hitchock’s The Birds with him?” Tony asks and Rhodey’s eyes grow wide.

“You’re a genius! This is why we’re friends. Those damn budgies are going to get the boot!” he says excitedly.

Tony sits beside T’Challa, who is petting his horrible creature of a cat. The cat gives him a lazy look with its creepy goblin eyes and Tony reaches out, letting the cat sniff him for a moment before he pets the cat. As expected the cat doesn’t like his cold hands and reacts negatively, recoiling and giving Tony a dirty look. “Okay then, sorry,” he tells the cat even though he’s not sorry at all. This thing can go hang out in Shuri’s lab because she’s a freak who likes these things too. And Okoye. She loves these cats, has like seven of them. Tony doesn’t understand why Wakandans like these cats so much but they do.

T’Challa carefully calms the cat again and it settles back into his lap. “She doesn’t seem to like you much,” he says. “Which is strange because I don’t think I’ve seen any other cat dislike you. They seem to flock to you normally.”

Good luck in Wakanda, cats liking you. Probably has something to do with their cat gods but Tony is so many layers out of the loop there that he just takes the good luck and runs with it. “No idea, I’ve never met a cat that didn’t like me,” he says honestly. This one doesn’t either, if his hands aren’t cold but Tony refuses to pet it. Its weird and he doesn’t like it.

He reaches out again and lets the cat sniff him and because the cat does like him she lets him pet her again. His hands are still chilly so the cat recoils again, giving him another dirty look before jumping from T’Challa’s lap and running off. T’Challa looks surprised to see her go. “I don’t understand why she keeps doing that,” he says.

Oh Tony does, and he’s hoping T’Challa’s hairless venture will be in another country by the end of the week.

The cat stares at Tony, gross little goblin feet on the counter despite also spending time in the litter box, and he glares at it. “Mark my words, you weirdly bloated little beast, you will be out of this house soon,” he tells the cat.

Obviously the cat has little to say about this and when Tony walks by the cat trots along beside the counter because the damn thing loves him. Tony ignores the cat, coming to a stop in front of the cupboard with the mugs in it and he reaches up to get one. The cat, taking advantage of his vulnerability, rubs along his stomach, purring lightly. He wrinkles his nose and pulls a mug from the cupboard. “Get off the counter, you know you’re not supposed to be up here,” he tells the cat. She jumps down, thankfully, but instead of trotting off she rubs herself along his pant leg.

This cat has got to go back to a country of people that will appreciate its weird hairless nature.

Tony has successfully cold handed the cat out of T’Challa’s lap for the fifth time this week and he frowns. “I think I may take her back to Wakanda. She seemed to like it better there,” he says, skirting around the fact that the cat doesn’t like him.

He’s fine with that. “Sounds great, when do you leave with her?” he asks, trying and mostly failing to temper the excitement in his tone.

T’Challa frowns, but doesn’t respond to his excitement. “Sunday. She likes the sun there and its cold this time of year,” he says, giving the nearest window a dirty look. Yeah, T’Challa likes the cold a lot less than his cat does.

“Do you have to put sun screen on her to avoid sun burns?” he asks, thinking on his feet. The cat’s bald, right? Wouldn’t its skin burn in the sun? Is that a thing?

“Yes, they are particularly susceptible to sunburns. Its why she’s kept inside and mostly away from sun spots even if she likes them.” Yeah, T’Challa has built little warm cat spots all over the house. Which would be fine if the cat had hair.

“Hm. Well, hope she likes Wakanda,” he says in a chipper tone.

Tony likes to think he’s subtle but he isn’t. He doesn’t like the sphynx and T’Challa had no idea why until he happened to be checking over security cameras to see if the cat had gotten into the garbage again when he discovers something else instead.

As it turns out the cat quite likes Tony, which makes her behavior odd given that she tends to dislike being pet by him. That had him confused him at first, why that would be, until he exits the lab and goes to pet the cat for himself only to have her recoil. It takes a minute to figure out his hands are chilly and the cat didn’t like it, but he figures it out nonetheless.

T’Challa is holding his ugly hairless skin sack- cats were meant to have hair damnit- looking upset. “What? Did the cat get into the garbage again? Because I’m telling you, that garbage could trick a raccoon and if it can trick a raccoon the cat is fucked,” he says. Those bandit eyes bastards can get into anything. Tony’s got this one that keeps coming around, he’s named it Rocket, and that little fucker is the smartest animal he’s ever met. He’s managed to make Tony work to keep the raccoons out and once Rocket gets in a whole damn hoard shows up ready to eat his trash.

There’s raccoon unfriendly things in there though so they need to go find regular household trash instead of his surprisingly high tech but not quite raccoon proof dumpsters. But his latest design is keeping them out so far and if Rocket can’t get in the cat can’t get in.

“You’ve been intentionally alienating the cat,” T’Challa says, offended and Tony frowns.

“Have not, cat’s just like that.” Plausible deniability, there’s no way he knows about the cold hand thing.

T’Challa, because he’s obviously intent on proving his point walks over and pushes the cat into his arms. Tony awkwardly handles the cat, who immediately starts purring like a little traitor. T’Challa watches him intently and he’s certain he hasn’t kept the disgust off his face given that T’Challa narrows his eyes. “Why don’t you like the sphynx?” he asks and Tony hands the cat back, wrinkling his nose and shaking himself out.

“Okay, I am sorry but that thing looks like a mutated scrotum and I don’t like its texture! Cats were meant to have hair T’Challa!” He gives the cat a look and T’Challa gives him a look.

“This cat is a perfectly wonderful and loving pet! There is nothing wrong with her because she has no hair! And your friends have allergies, I thought a hairless cat was a good compromise,” he says.

Tony wrinkles his nose, “if there’s even the thought of pet dander in the air Steve is sneezing, he takes allergy meds to go out in public because he runs into people with pets everywhere. Just get a real cat with hair, please,” he almost begs.

T’Challa gives him another offended look, holding his abomination of a cat close. “Maybe I will get myself a new significant other!” he says, upset.

“I like cats, I love cats, just not that one. Send it back to Wakanda- it’ll get plenty of love and we can have a normal cat here. One with hair, maybe lots of hair. I have an eye on this big fluffy cat the size of a butterball turkey named Jake at the shelter a couple blocks away,” he says. “He’s cute, and he’s old so he’s less likely to get adopted, and he’s really sweet and he might be fat but I think he’s just like that.”

The cat is adorable, a real sweet fluff ball. Much better than T’Challa’s current idea of a pet. “You would get a cat from a shelter?” T’Challa asks, touched.

Tony rolls his eyes, “I only get cats from shelters, they need adopting. Please send that particular cat to Wakanda and we can get a lovely rescue cat.”

Tony is pissed. The cat is sitting in his lap with T’Challa’s version of a compromise on it. “You skinned another animal to stick on this cat so it has hair?” he asks, looking down at the furry vest the cat is wearing.

T’Challa looks offended, “the fur isn’t real, Tony. That’s barbaric. But now the cat has hair so you can’t whine,” he says, petting the cat’s still hairless head.

“All this does is make the cat look like a scrotum but extra hairy and demented,” he says.

“I worry for the scrotums of America if they look like this cat. Yours certainly doesn’t look like this and if it does by chance end up looking like the cat please seek medical assistance,” he tells Tony.

He sighs, looking off into the distance because T’Challa is being deliberately obtuse and this isn’t what he wanted. A normal cat with normal hair, is it too much to ask for?

Rhodey looks annoyed. “Sam got two more budgies,” he mumbles and Tony sighs.

“T’Challa thinks a fur vest solves the hairless cat problem,” he says.

“Tony,” a new voice says and they turn to face Pepper, who’s all but running over to them. Impressive, considering she’s in heels.

She comes to a stop looking quite like she’s at her wits end. “I love Natasha, you know I do, but I can’t take her creepy black widows anymore!” she says, wrinkling her nose. “Tell me how to get rid of them.”

“My plan to get rid of that sphynx and Sam’s budgies have both failed, what makes you think I’ll succeed now?” Tony asks.

“Nothing, but doing something about the spiders is the best I can ask for right now. How do I get rid of them?” she asks.

Tony shrugs and Pepper rolls her eyes. “You’re useless,” she mumbles. “Do you think sticking them in the freezer will kill them off?” she asks.

“Oh that’s mean to the spiders,” Tony says. They can’t help looking like that but Rhodey clearly has no sympathy.

“Bugs are a scourge on this planet, they need to go,” he says.

Tony sighs. “You’re moving in together, right? Claim the building has some pet rule that includes spiders and get her to leave them at Clint’s so he and Coulson can suffer with them,” he says.

Pepper considers this for a moment before nodding, “I can absolutely fake the paperwork for that. Thanks, you’re a genius,” she tells him before running off.

Rhodey frowns, “she’s going to make a fake lease for this? Man, I should have tried that on Sam.”

“He would have made you move to an apartment that allowed the birds,” Tony reminds him and Rhodey sighs.

“Four budgies are worse than two. They have conversations, its creepy. Creepier post watching The Birds. Now the stupid things are nightmare fuel,” he says, shaking his head. “And Sam loves the little bastards.”

“At least the birds aren’t featherless,” Tony mumbles.

“Behold, a man!” Rhodey says in a deep voice and they both start laughing.

Sam walks up to Tony looking extra suave in aviators he knows he stole off Rhodey, who stole them off Carol, who stole them off Hope. The glasses get around almost as much as his friends do within their friend group. “I’ve heard you’re an expert on pest control,” he says vaguely and Tony frowns.

“Uh, I’m definitely not.” Unless its calling pest control. That he can do.

“I will get rid of one budgie if you help me rid this friend group of the worst human to ever exist Bucky god damn Barnes. I know Rhodey hates them,” he says, using a good leverage point but Tony can’t just get rid of Bucky.

“Short of dying Steve won't let him go anywhere,” he points out.

“I’m not strictly opposed to murder,” Sam says even though Tony knows he absolutely is.

He sighs, “T’Challa honey, come here,” he calls. He’s rewarded with T’Challa appearing somewhat quick and lucky him he has his hideous pet in tow.

Sam doesn’t even need Tony’s hint to do what he wants, he wrinkles his nose immediately. “Why is that oversized nut sack wearing an orangutan pelt?” he asks and Tony gives T’Challa a look.

“I was going to get you that cat you liked from the shelter but since you and your ignorant friends have insulted this poor animal, who has done nothing wrong, I will not,” he says, walking off with the cat.

Tony turns to Sam. “I think I may have a job for Bucky in Romania, but you need to get rid of two budgies and learn how to keep the remaining two quiet at night.”

Sam nods, “yeah, alright. I was only bird sitting the other two budgies anyway,” he says, walking off and Tony has been played.

To add insult to injury Pepper sends him a thank you text because his spider plan panned out. He couldn’t save himself from T’Challa’s hairless cat but Pepper gets saved from the spiders? There’s something wrong with this planet.

#ironpanther #fanfiction #alternate universe

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a34trgv2 · 5 years

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Why It Worked: Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase 2

Introduction: Picking up were we last left off on Why It Worked, Phase 2 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe expands on this ever expanding franchise with new characters, new stories and new creative visions. This Phase is often regarded as the “hit or miss” period in the MCU, but I’d argue it succeeds so much more than it falters. So without further adieu, let’s get started.

The Plots: Phase 2 comprises mainly of sequels to the Phase 1 movies, and yet they all feel natural and very much stand on their own. Iron Man 3 picks up where The Avengers left off and sees Tony Stark battle with PTSD. All the while, he faces off against a notorious terrorist called the Mandarin (more on him later). Thor: The Dark World finds the Norse god of thunder protecting the 9 Realms from the Dark Elves, who’s sole purpose is to drown the universe in darkness. Captain America: The Winter Solider shows who Steve Rogers adjusts to the modern world as he faces off against the mysterious foe, the Winter Solider. And finally, Avengers: Age of Ultron finds Earth’s Mightiest Heroes face off against an A.I. who’s idea of saving the world is destroying it with a meteor. There are 2 films this Phase that aren’t sequels: Guardians of the Galaxy and Ant-Man. The former opens up the cosmic side of the MCU by introducing a rag tag team of misfits who must ban together to stop an vengeful warlord from reeking havoc upon the galaxy. The latter is a heist movie involving a guy trying to be a good role model to his daughter while also communicating with ants. This films bring in the same amount of charm and humor the first Phase brought and then some. Guardians of the Galaxy in particular had some of the smartest and well timed jokes in the MCU up until that point. Not only that, but there this Phase also brought in life changing events that carried on in future films. Tony’s paranoia caused him to build Ultron, S.H.I.E.L.D. became compromised and ultimately destroyed in Winter Solider and even with that, HYDRA lives on in other parts of the world by Age of Ultron. None of this would’ve at all been possible if it weren’t for the creative talents of Shane Black, Alan Taylor, Joe and Anthony Russo, James Gunn, Joss Whedon (again), and Peyton Reed.

Cast and Characters: Since we’re all familiar with the core Avengers at this point, let’s introduce the new faces starting with Sam Wilson aka Falcon. Sam is Steve Roger’s new friend introduced in Winter Solider. A veteran himself with a smart and charming personality, he and Steve hit it off almost instantly. Plus, Anthony Mackie is just right for the role, making the character funny, smart and tough in his own right. Next up we have the Guardians of the Galaxy, featuring Peter Jason Quill, Gamora, Drax the Destroyer, Rocket Raccon and Groot. Peter starts off as a Han Solo-type of character, but throughout the film we find his full of layers. He’s got charm, humor, heart, anger, cockiness, he’s basically the every man in this wacky side of the galaxy. All brought to life flawlessly by Chris Pratt. Gamora is a headstrong and dangerous woman who plays against the love interest trope in this film as she has great resentment for her father Thanos and sister Nebula. It also helps that she’s played brilliantly by Zoe Saldana, who brings the right amount of humor and fierce veracity to the character. Drax is meant to be this stoic tragic figure who seeks to avenge his fallen family. And yet his lack of understanding metaphors and Dave Bautista’s performance make him one of the funniest characters in this franchise. Then we have Rocket and Groot, a raccoon and a tree man who became household names over night. Rocket is a fowl mouth, sarcastic and crude rodent with a good heart under that ruff exterior. Groot meanwhile is wears his heart on his bark, having such a calm and gentle demeanor, while also not being afraid to be the muscle Rocket needs. Bradley Cooper and Vin Diesel bring these characters to life through their commitment and strife; I couldn’t have picked anyone better. Moving on from the Guardians, we have Scott Lang, the thief with a heart of gold who’s trying to be a good role model for his daughter, Cassie. It goes without saying that Scott’s funny (being played by comedic actor Paul Rudd and all), but he’s also very smart and caring for those around him. His skills in robbery and breaking and entering make him perfectly capable of dawning the Ant-Man costume, at least in the eyes of Hank Pym. Speaking of which, the original Ant-Man from the comics is now a wise, crusty old man with a good heart. Michael Douglas gives an excellent performance as this character, making it believable that he was at one time a superhero and is now passing the torch to a younger suitor. Hank’s daughter, Hope is a smart, stern and strong woman who at first resents her father for pushing her away after her Mom went MIA. After learning the truth, she comes to respect him and Scott a little more. Evangeline Lilly is perfect as Hope, delivering the right amount of humor and heart to. These new characters are just as memorable and as well fleshed out as the ones we’ve come to know and love at this point. And that’s not even mentioning Yondu, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Harley Keener, Luis, Dave and Kurt, and Cassie.

The Big Baddies: I’ll just say this upfront: The Mandarin twist wasn’t bad. Unexpected, yes, but for the story Shane Black was trying to tell, it works wonders. I get fans wanted what we were advertised, but I think what we got works better. Iron Man 3 was a personal story first and foremost, so having him face of against an evil space wizard, while it would’ve been cool, it wouldn’t have fit with the overall narrative. Besides, Sir Ben Kingsley gave an excellent performance, being a menacing threat and a comedic fool all in one. Then we get Malekith, the quintessential example people point to when people say “Marvel villains suck.” <sigh> He’s not that bad folks. Malekith is a stone cold Dark Elf with one goal in life: to plunge the universe into darkness. He’s merciless, he’s dead serious and he sees the Asgardians as beneath him. Yeah, he wasn’t on screen for that long, but Christopher Eccleston gave a solid performance. Alexander Pierce makes for a really compelling villain because he firmly believes himself to be the savior of the world. Robert Redford brings out his calm and professional demeanor, while also making the character charismatic and intriguing. Ronan the Accuser is a power hunger warlord that sees the people of Xandar as beneath him, to the point were instead of siding with the peace treaty between the Kree and Nova Corp, he opts to try and obliterate the planet with the power of an Infinity Stone. Lee Pace gives a solid performance bringing the character’s anger and hatred to life and I look forward to see him again in Captain Marvel. Ultron is exactly what you get when you have the personality of Tony Stark and mix it with the genetic code of HAL9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Ultron has charisma, humor and a very passive aggressive attitude towards the Avengers. James Spader was perfect casting in this role as he gives a robot bent on destroying the Earth as his idea of saving it so much personality. Darren Cross is the young novitiate of Hank Pym turned corporate businessman attempting to sell Pym’s technology to the wrong hands. Corey Stoll manages to make the character funny, quirky and intimidating all in one and definitely deserves as much credit as the rest of his costars. The villains in Phase 2 are a step up from Phase 1 and will only get better come Phase 3.

Costumes and VFX: Not only were the villains a step up from Phase 1, but the costumes and CGI has improved significantly as well. Some familiar stuff such as Iron Man’s armor, Cap’s costume and the Hulk’s design have been given significant upgrades with each film. All the armors Tony has made in between Avengers and Iron Man 3 look excellent; no two armors look alike and the way they’re incorporated into battle is better than ever. Cap’s giving a more stealth like costume in Winter Solider and it fits very well with the spy angel the Russo brothers were going for. Then we have the look of the Hulk, who still brought to life through motion capture performance and looks more lifelike with more hair and softer looking skin. With the addition of new characters and new environments, there also came the use of new costumes and unique uses of CG. Despite being revealed to be a fraud, the Mandarin’s costume looks spectacular, giving him a modern terrorist look while also keeping his traditional green rob and a ring on each finger. The look of Asgard received a significant upgrade since the first Thor film, as it now has a Norse mythology feel and the costumes on the citizens look very authentic. Also, the costume and make-up department went above and beyond to make the Dark Elves distinct from previous film/tv portrayals of elves. They have pale faces with pointed ears and noses, pitch black armor and soulless eyes. The Kurse himself looks amazing with all the horns, body armor and actor Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaji (try saying that 3x fast) making the character physically intimidating. The Winter Solider’s metal arm is brought to life with actor Sebastian Stan wearing a plastic sleeve while CG was used in post. Also, for Hayley Atwell to reprise her role as a 93 year old Peggy Carter, she performed her scenes with a few trace markers while Lola VFX (who made Chris Evans skinny in the first Captain America film) added in the features of an elderly woman to make effect feel seamless. Then we get the Guardians and boy is this film littered with a mix of practical and digital effects. Starting with Rocket James Gunn’s brother, Sean, played the little rodent on set to interact with the cast while Bradley Cooper recorded his lines in New York. For reference, they used a real life raccoon named Oreo (who recently passed away, RIP) as well as a lifelike model before CG companies like Framestore brought him to life. Same treatment was applied to Groot, who was played by Krystian Godlewski on set and sources such as a botanical garden in London was used as reference. Zoe Saldana spent at least 5 hours a day in the make-up chair and the final result is flawless. Dave Bautista meanwhile spent at least 4 hours a day in the make up chair and looks just as believable as Saldana. The locations explored in Guardians such as the Kyln and Knowhere, are brought to life through practical effects for filming with the additional CG for wide shots. It all looks so real and authentic like the characters are actually there. Ant-Man’s costume is significantly different from the comics, but is very practical and lifelike. It also helps that when ever something shrink or grows, the effect is a subtle nodded to how Jack Kirby drew them in the comics. Lastly, we have Ultron, who’s brought to life with James Spade in a motion capture suit and a lifelike model used as reference. There’s plenty of other examples of the amazing use of CG and practical effects in these films, such as the de-aging of Michael Douglas in Ant-Man, the way Wanda Maximoff uses her magic, Yondu’s arrow and so much more, but to list them all will take forever.

Where it Falters: Edger Wright having a falling out with Marvel producer Kevin Feige robbed audiences of what could’ve been a great film. Not that Ant-Man was bad, quite the opposite. But having seen Scott Pillgrim vs. The World and Baby Driver, I feel as though it was a missed opportunity to let Edger make the film he wanted to make. Also, for a place called “the Dark World” it’s not really that dark. Also, I feel as though Pietro Maximoff was killed off a little too soon. I mean, we just met him and Aaron Taylor-Johnson was doing a good job as the character. Narratively speaking it makes sense, but I personally would’ve kept him around until Infinity War. Lastly, the Marvel One-Shot All Hail the King hinted that the real Mandarin was out there. It’s now been 5 years since that short and we’ve heard nothing from this “real” Mandarin. I’m hoping this get’s addressed sooner or later, otherwise it just feels like an attempt to silence detractors of Iron Man 3.

Conclusion: Marvel significantly improved their craft with Phase 2 and continues to grow strong to this day. With colorful new characters, exciting new locations, impressive VFX and costumes and great acting all all around, this is only a prelude in terms of quality for what might be the greatest era of the MCU yet. Thanks so much for reading and I’ll see you soon ;)

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mhalachai · 5 years

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In Hands of Clay, what are the twins' occupations when they grow up?

now that is an interesting question. when the twins grow up it’ll be around 2040, which sounds fake but okay. So I figure that Wanda will do well in a formal educational setting and rebels against her family’s lack of interest in the hard sciences by getting a masters’ in chemistry. After a few years working on the research side, she goes back to school to get an MBA because it was either that or her PhD and she doesn’t see as much of a future in playing the tenure waiting game as she does in launching her own business (as she watched Bucky running his own shop in her childhood).

Pietro’s a harder nut to crack. I figure that whatever he ends up doing, it’s one of those jobs that doesn’t exist at the current time (much like web development wasn’t even an imagined job when I was born as there was no such thing as the internet). He’s always been athletic and a fast runner and when he was 12 he decided he was going to be a professional runner but Steve, who watched Clint struggle with combining a job with his archery competition, was careful to steer Pietro into keeping up academically. Luckily, Pietro is as competitive with his sister as he is with racing and so as Wanda is always the smartest person in her class, Pietro is a close second (and, one can argue, being better with people can sometimes give him an advantage in school). Whatever he ends up doing, he’ll be good at it.

(and of course the twins have the advantage of the financial stability of the Barnes-Rogers household which is a very big advantage in their schooling and career options, because while this story is fictional, I can’t stretch fiction enough to think that post-secondary education in the US in 2040 won’t be much more expensive than it is right now because capitalism).

#how's that for a long-winded answer?#hands of clay #asks #anon #2040 isn't a real year #Anonymous

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milleniumhan · 6 years

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When love and hate collide.//Personalized Fic.

Notes: Hey guys! This is the first of many personalized fics, it was requested by the beautiful babe @heckin-harrington. Hope it doesn’t disappoint! <3 I hope y’all enjoy it and if you do please let me know! Feedback + reblogs are always very appreciated. <3 Thank you!

Summary: Hawkins is full of strangers, luckily for you Steve is one of them...but then again, so is Billy.

Pairing: Steve Harrington + Female reader (Jenna)

“Where do you think you are going?” your mum said in a menacing tone, it was yet another stressful shout-filled morning at your household.

“I’m taking the fucking bus to school, no way I’m going with you.”

“You watch your language young lady”

“Whatever” you half shouted as you slammed the front door.

You started walking down the neighbourhood, towards the bus stop. Moving to Hawkins had proven to be harder for you than you expected. The absence of your friends, of the familiar, it was all replaced by empty faces and unfamiliar places. It always sucked to be the new kid in town, but you were used to that, Hawkins was just another state of the many states you had lived in and constantly moved to. Still, this was different. Everyone here seemed to be very distant and cold, just like the place.

You shook your head, trying to somehow get rid of these vile thoughts that kept creeping into your mind. Today marked the third week since you had started school here, you thought to yourself, maybe people would finally give you something more than pleasantries and fake smiles.

You were so caught up on the memories from your previous hometown that time passed you by and you didn’t realize you were walking slower than a tortoise. As soon as you looked up you saw the bus had already parted, leaving you behind and no one caring that you were calling at them to stop so you could get in.

“Oh, come on! For god’s sake! Could this day get any freaking worse?” You let out the longest sigh in history and as you went to furiously run your hands through your curly hair you noticed it was wet. Stretching out your hand in front of you, you suddenly there were light drops of water falling from the sky. “Jesus, please no” you grunted at yourself before deciding to make a run for it. Just as you were turning the corner the loud honk of a car stopped you right on your tracks.

“Hey!” Steve shouted from his car as he rolled down the window “Need a lift?”

You looked at him, then up at the sky, and then at him once more, giving him a desperate nod. He let out a chuckle and leaned to open the door.

“Thank you” you whispered shyly as you gently shut the door. You had seen him around in school, but you didn’t really know who he was.

“No problem” he said giving you a confident smile and driving off.

The first thing you noticed was the music coming from his radio.

“Is that...is that Foreigner?” your tone coming out more patronizing than you intended.

“Um…yeah” Steve hesitated to answer. “I, uh, I can turn it off if you want.”

“Oh, no! I didn’t mean it like that, I love Foreigner!” You said, stopping him from ending the music.

“You do? You don’t think it’s lame?” he said unable to hide his eagerness.

“No, not at all. What other bands do you like?” you inquired, not knowing this would unravel a long conversation about music and bands. Steve told you about his favourite bands and you did the same, which then led to you talking about movies and tv series. After a while of laughing and sharing interests, the car fell silent, but not in an uncomfortable way. The sound of the rain tapping on the surface of the car somehow soothed the air that surrounded you both. Once you got to the school parking lot Steve got out of the car and darted over to your door, putting his jacket over your head so the rain wouldn’t hit you.

As you were walking towards the entrance of the school you bumped into Billy. His stare was as stern as always, especially when he looked at Steve.

“Harrington.” He let out in an annoyed tone, “Jenna” he said, turning to look at you.

“Hey, Billy” you said in a soft spoken manner before he left, brushing past Steve’s shoulder.

“So, I guess that’s your name, huh?” Steve said looking at you.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. You can just call me Jen, though.”

“Hello, Jen. I’m Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Jenna.” You both stood at the entrance momentarily, not saying anything, just looking at each other. “Well,uhm” Steve said, clearing his throat “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah” you whispered “I guess so”

And with that, he was gone. And so were you, your heart and mind now satisfied, you had finally had a real interaction with someone in this forsaken town.

“Hey Jenna”

You searched the hallway to see where the words had come from. A part of you was anticipating to find Steve in hopes your previous conversation could continue, but instead you found Billy.

“Hey Billy, you headed to english?”

“Nope, I’m skipping. Carol, Tina and Tommy managed to get a bunch of booze and we are going to go get shit faced, Wanna come with? We’ll have fun, I promise.” Billy leaned on your locker and gave you a sly smirk.

“No thanks, I’ll pass.” you responded with a half smile.

“Fine then, suit yourself.” He said as he started to walk away towards the entrance. “You sure? Last chance.” He shouted back, only gaining a polite nod from you before you headed to class.

“Jenna, is that you?” Your mum called out when she heard you entering the house.

“Yup. I’m home.” your voice was tired, almost as tired as you were. You flung your backpack across the living room and sat down on one of the couches. Your mum entered the room and stared at you in a condescending manner.

“So, how was school?” she started, like she always did.

“Meh” you replied “the usual”

“Jen” your mum said, giving you a knowing glare.

“I just, I don’t like it okay? I don’t understand why we had to move to this stupid place, we were fine in Texas for christ’s sake.” You knew you shouldn’t poke at the subject again, but you couldn’t help yourself, you hated this place.

“We’ve talked about this. Your sister’s gymnastics team moved here because the training center here is better. We did all of this so that Claire can live out her dreams.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as you heard the same old argument.

“Well, what about my dreams, my friends, my happiness. Does that mean anything to you? Doesn’t that matter too?”

“We need to support Claire, why can’t you understand that?”

“I do understand it! And I love and support her, but I’m just tired of having to give my life up because of it” the tension in the room rose as both of your voices started to become louder and louder. It was the morning all over again. “You know what? I can’t do this right now.” In a swift move you grabbed your coat and stormed out of the house.

At first you weren’t sure where you were going, so you started walking down the street towards the park, maybe you could go there to clear your mind. You passed what seemed to be an endless line of identical looking houses, not knowing who lived in each one even though this was your neighbourhood. When you reached the end of the road you noticed a familiar face, it was Billy again. He was smoking a cigarette out on the front porch next to Tina and Carol. The moment his eyes noticed you his face completely lit up along with his signature grin.

“You stalking me, Jenna?” he said in his usual snobbish voice.

“Are you stalking me, Billy?” you mocked back.

“So, did you finally come to your senses and changed your mind?” he inquired, making reference to the encounter you had had earlier at school.

You stopped for a moment, wondering if this was the right thing to do. You knew it wasn’t. They were not exactly the smartest or nicest crowd to hang out with, but at this point you didn’t care anymore, it would just be for one night anyway. You just wanted to rebel against the world, even if it was just for a moment. You wanted to feel something, to have people around you, people to talk to, even if they were assholes. You took a deep breath and turned to look at him.

“Well, you did promise booze and fun.”

“That I did” he said giving you a wink “Come on in then, darling” he extended his arm and put it over your shoulder as you both entered the house.

After that night you constantly hung out with Billy and all of his friends, gaining a lot of talk from other people at school. Everyone seemed to think you and Billy were dating, which wasn’t exactly the case, but there was definitely something going on there.

Friday’s were always the day in which you would go to someone’s house and get wasted alongside Billy. You waited for him patiently at the usual spot, but he was taking longer than usual. Something felt weird, Billy could be anything you want except unpunctual, he hated when people were late. You looked around, searching for any signs of life, but nothing. You decided to go back inside, maybe he had gotten stuck at gym class or something like that. The school was almost empty by now. You roamed the deserted hallways, you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to be there.

As you made your way to the gym, a loud bang coming from a classroom startled you. You went back a couple of steps to try and find the place of origin, worried that someone might’ve gotten hurt. As you went to open the classroom door, you heard two voices whispering.

“Shhh! Someone’s going to hear us stupid” Tina?

“No one’s here, even stupid nerds go home after 3:00” Billy?

“What the fuck is going on?” you thought to yourself. You opened the door slowly, trying not to make noise, only to find Billy and Tina hidden in the corner all over each other. They were so focused on what they were doing that they didn’t even notice you were there.

You ran out of the school, tears threatening to leave your eyes. It was there where you encountered Steve, he was standing beside his car with his keys on his hands, ready to go home. You started walking towards him without thinking, almost as if your legs were acting alone. He was surprised when you approached the vehicle, you two hadn’t spoken in a long time after all, but like he could read your mind still he held you in tightly between his arms, somehow knowing that was what you needed. Something stirred inside of you and you completely broke down, your tears soaking the shiny material of his jacket. He slowly ran his fingers through your curls as you continued to sob. After a while you finally pulled back from the embrace, wiping your tears with your sleeves.

“I’m sorry” you managed to mutter out

“It’s okay, Jen, don’t be.” Steve said, giving you a reassuring smile and running his thumb over your cheek, wiping any remaining tears. “Come on, get in.”

You drove off to Steve’s house, he took the long road as you beside him, telling him everything that you had just witnessed.

Steve’s heart swelled up with both anger and sadness. Whenever he saw you with Billy, out in the parking lot with him smoking cigarettes, or doing something reckless, he just wanted to run and and take you away from him. Months went by like this, killing Steve slowly, and now you were here, hurt by the same guy that had hurt him. He wanted to run back to school and punch him, but we all know how that would turn out.

You arrived at his house, which was empty. No sign of his parents as usual.

You went up to his room where you sat down on his bed, tears still slipping out of your eyes. Steve stood by the door, analyzing the situation. He wasn’t sure what he should do. After a moment he decided to sit down next to you, to offer you some words of comfort.

“Come on, Jen” he broke the silence in a soft voice, gently placing his hand over yours, he was barely making contact but it somehow felt more intimate than any other instance. “I’m sure you’ve left better behind...I mean, you...you are you.”

“What do you mean?” you replied just as softly

“Well, you know...Billy...Billy, he’s and ass.” Steve said, not really knowing where he was going with this. He was trying really hard not to fuck and say something wrong. You gave him a sad smile before letting out a sigh, shaking your head and placing both your hands over your face. You knew deep down inside you weren’t just crying because of Billy.

“I’m just” you sighed through your hands “It’s not just because of him”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s everything, Steve. I hate this place. I’m so sick and tired of moving, of never being able to stay in one place, make lasting friendships, create real ties with people. I’m sick of having everyone tell me what to do, what’s best for me, but never really listening to what I have to say, to what I want.”

Steve sat next to you, not a single word escaping his mouth. He just sat there, listening to you say all the things no one else cared to listen to. Taking the time to try to understand everything that was happening with you, and boy did he understand. You reminded him of himself, before Nancy. He knew the empty feeling that came with being like that, the fake friendship and toxic relationships you were surrounded by. He understood everything like no one else ever could.

“I just want to be surrounded by people who love me, who care about me. I want to pursue my dreams, do the things I want to do, not the things I have to do because of my sister’s dream. I just want to be free to be me.” The more time went by the more you felt yourself unravel. You couldn’t stop, you had been holding it all in for so long. “I just, I don’t know what to do. I hated hanging out with Billy and Tina, don’t even get me started on Carol and Tommy, but they somehow filled the void. They were there, even if it was bad company, they were there.”

“I get it” Steve started, finally breaking his silence. “I felt that same way, not too long ago I was the one hanging out with those assholes, but now I have other people. I found better friends, I have Dustin, you know? And for what it’s worth, you have me. I might not be the best dude in the world but I’m always here if you need me. I’m sorry about the things that happen with your family, mine is a broken mess, so I also get that. Look, maybe this will cheer you up” he said with a smile before reaching out to get something from the drawer in this night stand “Def Leppard, your favourite. I got it after you told me how much you liked them.”

You smiled at the thought of him remembering what you had talked about the first time you ever met. This was the exact moment where you realized how much you really liked Steve. You had buried any and all feelings that you had for him in the back of your mind, thinking you were only being dumb, but this was it, this was the reassurance that you needed. All this time, you were in love with Steve.

He handed the small cassette tape over to you and signaled to the stereo across from you. You took the hint and got up to place the cassette inside. The music started blasting, filling your body instantly with joy. Steve got up and started to sing along, imitating Joe Elliott...a dorkier version of Joe Elliott, anyway. His exaggerated facial expressions making you laugh out loud, this was the first time you had laughed like this in a long time. Your giggles filled the air as you were both dancing badly to your favourite rock band.

“Remember this moment” Steve whispered, he too realizing that he was in love with you.

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irregularjohnnywiggins · 7 years

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Random Wondy Series Thoughts, Part the Third

Third part of Woman of Truth, here we go!

Part One

Last Time:

Themyscira being revealed was shut down hard by Etta and the Holliday Girls (all of them Scions), who fought Phobos. Zeus went Hank Pym on Hera, and Ares demanded his kids increase their plan. Meanwhile, Hippolyta did the 2017 arc, and Diana won the games, leaving Themyscira as Phobos summoned Decay to hunt her and Etta down.

Onwards!

We open on the boat, the six Holliday Girls including Etta explaining the general state of life for a demigod, establishing a) Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter exist, and b) the Holliday Girls are a quasi-Hunters of Artemis by way of sorority. We also get introduced to the rest of the Girls, who are:

Glamora Treat, a Scion of Athena who spends a lot of time gazing at Diana and her swimsuit.

Lita ‘Little’ and Thelma ‘Tall’ Rhodes, twin Scions of Mercury and the only two Romans. Tall is currently in the midst of an existential crisis, because she was the tallest of the group at 5’11” until Diana and her 6’2” came along, whereas Little just thinks Diana’s really pretty.

Gell Osey, an unclaimed Scion who spends most of her time glaring at Diana.

Gay. No, seriously, that’s her name. She calls herself Gay because she grew up in the Bible Belt with an unmarried mother and a predilection for being a tomboy, and thus a lot of people saying she should ‘look prettier’ so that ‘people don’t get the wrong impression’. She legally changed her name, just in case they hadn’t gotten the wrong impression yet. She’s also, incidentally, a Scion of Callisto, and literally has two mothers.

Etta keeps making reference to a ‘doctor’, and when Diana asks just says that she’s the ‘smartest person I know’. She further explains that she’s not a Scion, but has forgotten more about mythology and lore than any Scion will ever know.

Steve asks about his co-pilot’s face melting off, and Diana explains that the co-pilot was actually a Keres, a spirit of war released from Pandora’s pythos, musing that Ares must be controlling them somehow.

Cutting to Areopagus, we see it explained: the Keres are attracted to Medusa’s Heart, and Phobos and Deimos then bind them, building what is effectively an army of war spirits for Ares. Kydoimos appears and says he’s found Orpheus’ Gateway, leading the three to disappear.

As the party arrive at Gateway City, Diana gets to have her fish-out-of-water comedy moments, though not too many – whilst Diana doesn’t understand stuff like American culture and what a hot dog or ice cream are, she does understand what watches, cars and marriage are.

When Gay makes the mistake of assuming Hippolyta and Phillipus are married, Diana explains that the Laws of Themyscira state the monarch cannot marry – hence for Hippolyta to marry she would have to abdicate the throne. Hippolyta has offered, but Phillipus won’t hear of it.

Eventually, they arrive at their destination – the house of one Julia Kapatelis, the ‘doc’ Etta keeps referring to.

However, also present is one Professor Barbara Minerva, a former student of Julia’s and the second smartest person Etta knows.

Etta starts stumbling over her words, which Steve lightly ribs her for – what, Diana gets no reaction, but one sight of slacks and she’s done for?

Steve and Etta, btw, are that sibling pairing. At some point, Diana is going to compare them to Artemis and Apollo.

Both Julia and Barbara are fascinated by Diana, Barbara a bit more… possessively than Julia. It’s established that Barbara and Julia had a falling out over Barbara’s compulsive need to seek out knowledge, even stuff she should by no rights be seeking out. Essentially Barbara is Indiana Jones and Julia is more Mau from Terry Pratchett’s Nation. We’re also introduced to Vanessa Kapatelis, who almost immediately starts hero-worshipping Diana.

Then everything changes when Decay and a horde of Keres attacks.

This fight scene seeks to establish several things: that Steve is woefully unprepared and outclassed by almost everything else, that the Holliday Girls work well as a team, that despite Steve, Julia and Vanessa being half-delirious through Decay’s application of the Mist Barbara is completely unaffected, and that for as good a fight as the others might be putting up, Diana is a fucking beast. Some individual action beats:

Glamora directing the entire fight from the sidelines – seriously, even Diana defers to her judgement, albeit only because Glamora knows how to utilize Gateway City’s architecture in their favour.

Tall and Little being really good both at paired combat and at stealth and sabotage.

Etta Charmspeaking Decay at one point, though Decay quickly shrugs it off.

Gay animating a small wooden bear she carries around to grow to massive size and defend the mortals, possibly with a Bible reference.

Most importantly for later, Gell making all the Keres turn tail and run with a single smirk.

Diana throughout her fight trying to talk Decay down, getting her closest when she jury-rigs a lasso out of a stray cable.

Regardless, Decay is eventually killed, and Diana, to the confusion of the Holliday Girls, starts praying for Decay to find peace. Diana explains that Themyscira values all life, even the monstrous, and gives a brief overview of the Medusa myth – with the added information that Athena turned Medusa into a gorgon to protect her.

Cut back to Olympus, where Athena and Aphrodite are watching the process. Aphrodite snarks that that would have been a splendid plan if Athena had actually explained it. Athena tells her to be quiet, then muses that they need to advance their plans, given what Ares’ sons are doing.

Speaking of which, we then cut to Phobos, Deimos and Kydoimos arriving at Gateway City, where, they reveal, Orpheus’ Gateway is located (Orpheus’ Gateway being a way into the Underworld that can only be opened by music.) Forcing a Keres to play a harp, they enter the Underworld.

Back on Olympus, Athena and Aphrodite walk into Hephaestus’ forge, where the crippled god is working. Him and Aphrodite bitch at each other for a bit, where it’s revealed that they have been divorced since the early 1910s, a fact that has apparently driven Hera nuts. Aphrodite is also really embarrassed about her previous association with Ares. Impatient, Athena asks Hephaestus if he’s ready, to which he sighs and says yes.

Back at the Kapatelis Household, Vanessa is geeking out over Diana, whilst the Holliday Girls gang up on Gell and ask her what that whole ‘turn back an army with a smile’ thing came from. Gell shrugs, says she doesn’t know, then asks Etta if she’s sure they can trust Diana. Alarmed, Etta asks her why she would say such a thing, and Gell shrugs and says she just has a bad feeling about her.

Julia and Barbara walk in with Steve, who explains they still don’t know why Ares would choose now to attack Themyscira – he’s checked in and the military is saying nothing, which means either they haven’t heard about the boat exploding or Ares is deliberately supressing the information.

Diana remains convinced that Ares must be attempting something in Patriarch’s World and wanted the Amazons to not be able to intervene. Etta mentions she heard tell of Ares being manipulated by something a couple of years ago – maybe that has something to do with it (yes, Lightning Thief happened the same way – this is going to come up later). Julia wonders why Decay came to Gateway City, leading the Holliday Girls to explain the deal – Gateway City has some of the largest examples of neo-Greek architecture in North America, and as such the Gods prefer to come here more than any other city except perhaps New York. It therefore necessarily has both a gateway to Olympus, and one to the Underworld – Orpheus’ Gateway. Speaking of which:

In Hades, the three sons of Ares are walking along, scanning the horizon for agents of Hades. Eventually, Kydoimos stops and says they’ve arrived. The camera pans to reveal…

The Doors of Death. Suddenly, there’s a flapping of wings and a hooded androgynous figure lands in front of them. Kydoimos demands Thanatos, for it is the Death God, stand aside

(Btw, whilst Thanatos is hooded for this episode, in every other appearance she looks like…

Death of the Endless. Also, whenever he shows up Morpheus is very obviously Daniel Hall’s Dream in a toga. Because I can)

Thanatos says nothing, simply takes out a sword. Phobos, Deimos and Kydoimos charge…

Olympus now, where Hephaestus, Athena and Aphrodite enter the council chamber and approach Hestia. Athena asks if Hestia will help, and Hestia replies that she will, but she will not aid in killing Ares. Athena smiles and say that’s okay, what she has planned for him will be much worse. Hestia turns to Hephaestus and tells him to hold out his hands. She collects a portion of Olympus’ Hearth-fire and, musing that she’s only done this once before, drops it in Hephaestus’ hands.

She warns him to not even attempt to speak untruths whilst holding or working the fire, because it won’t work. She then turns to Aphrodite, who is looking kinda gleeful, and warns her point blank to not even think about abusing that fact, because misuse of the fire will cause it to burn out. Athena thanks her, but Hestia has already turned back towards the fire, although on the way out she warns Athena to be careful – and, above all else, to not destroy the family.

Thus, Phobos, Deimos and Kydoimos’ fight with Thanatos is intercut with Hephaestus working the fire into a very familiar shape…

After extensive research, Julia discovers what might account both for the influx of Keres and Ares’ interest in Themyscira – the Doors of Death. Essentially the pressure-valve of the Underworld, opening the Doors even for a second would cause the worst of the worst to come pouring out the Underworld. Therefore, Ares wanted Themyscira for Doom’s Doorway – which could ensure the Doors remained open forever, resulting in endless war as the dead crawled out of the Underworld and Ares rose as the most powerful god of all.

(Whilst this is occurring, the Ares boyz win their fight and walk over Thanatos’ form to the Doors)

Suddenly, the ground is shook with a mighty earthquake, and there’s a flash of light as Hermes appears, saying that Diana needs to come with him. Diana trustingly places her hand in his and they both disappear to…

Olympus, where Zeus is holding court. This scene establishes something: Diana’s treatment of the Gods goes from loving devotion/submission (the patrons, including Hera) to grudging respect (Hephaestus, Apollo) to ‘hey fuckface, wassup?’ (Zeus and Poseidon)

With Ares not present, Zeus is forced to conclude that he was the one who opened the Doors. He commands Diana to find Ares and bring him to Olympus, with the patrons protesting that it is suicide. Diana, musingly, asks what opening the Doors means. Hermes informs her that although the Doors were only open for a second, the worst monsters and humans Hades has to offer still escaped and are now running rampant. Irritated, Zeus declares humanity not their problem, and not worth saving anyway, has everyone forgotten what they did without the Gods’ help?

Flashing back to Hippolyta, Diana sighs.

She looks at Zeus.

She says ‘No.’

She informs the Olympians that her intention is to secure the Doors, round up the escapees and only then, when people are safe, will she attack Ares, and that if they won’t help her she’ll do it herself. Apoplectic with rage, Zeus is about to command her again, when Hera steps up and says that she’ll have her support. The rest of the patrons and Apollo quickly follow suit, Hephaestus refusing because it’s Hera asking, although he does offer help. Faced with the choice of either losing face or risking war, Zeus agrees grudgingly.

Finally, the patrons step forward to offer her items to be used in this task:

From Athena, a circlet that will allow her to think faster than any human.

From Aphrodite, a breastplate that will allow her to project a low level glamour over her outfit (that can only be broken by spinning, yes this is a Linda Carter joke)

From Artemis, two bracelets that block any and all attacks.

From Demeter, a belt that increases her strength.

From Hermes, a gooey substance that can take whatever form she desires (he mentions he stole it from New Genesis)

And finally, Hestia warmly gifts her the Lasso of Truth, which will compel anyone, be they man or god, to speak truly.

Thanking them all, Diana give the Amazon salute and returns to Gateway City, starting to help with the damage. Zeus and Poseidon both storm off, and all but the patrons leave. Aphrodite asks if Diana is ready for the world, and Hestia says that they should be asking: is the world ready for Diana?

Sometime later:

Diana and Steve look out over a now rebuilt Gateway City. Diana asks what Steve will do now, and Steve admits that he’s thinking about returning to the Air Force. Shocked, Diana asks why, and he says that he feels he can do more there – under a different alias, he can find out how much Ares has infected the place, and who is able to resist him. He then asks what Diana plans to do, and she says she’ll take each day as it comes. Steve teasingly asks if this makes her a hero, and she admits all she knows of heroes are her mother’s stories of Heracles – she doesn’t want to be that kind of hero. Steve, a small smile on his face, says she needn’t worry – she’s definitely not. As a fire engine races past and Diana flies off to help, Steve admits that, whatever else she is, she’s his hero, this one they’re calling Wonder Woman.

We close on Areopagus, Ares watching Diana fly off, musing to himself that he can’t wait to meet her in person as he summons his three children to plan for his endgame – the destruction of Themyscira itself.

So, the pilot’s finally done. Thank you all for being so patient and, as always, any questions you have, just ask and I’ll do my best to answer.

#woman of truth #Wonder Woman #this took a while #the next bit will probably be a look at the gods of olympus and wondy's scoobies #(cause after the pilot it's basically buffy meets xena #then individual episodes of season 1 #then 2 and 3 #i really hope you like it

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250 Headcanons (Part 3)

Headcanons #101-150. These cover from the events of Battle of the Labyrinth through the entirety of the Heroes of Olympus series, into the beginnings of the Trials of Apollo and the Magnus Chase series, and even a little beyond.

101. The night before Percy and Annabeth’s not-date (which was a date in her mind, let’s be real) she felt ridiculous, asking Silena for advice. After all, they were just going to go see the Avengers and then goof off afterwards. Yet, the older Aphrodite camper spent at least two hours restyling Annabeth’s hair in a way that she claimed looked the most flattering. She even gave the younger Athena camper make up tips and little ways to flirt. Which, Annabeth found completely ridiculous and not totally believable because it took Silena way too long to start officially dating Beckendorf. So really, how good were these tips? Silena had insisted that Annabeth find her the next day for help getting ready, but she felt too ridiculous. So, she ended up convincing Peleus to give her a leg up into Thalia’s tree and hanging out there until Argus took her into the city.

102. Speaking of the Avengers, Annabeth’s absolute favorite superhero in the world is Captain America. Some people think he’s lame because he doesn’t have “real” powers or anything, but that’s part of the reason Annabeth loves him. She grew up in a camp where she was surrounded by people with crazy abilities, and it was something she never had. There were definitely times when she was jealous about the whole getting jipped on powers thing, but if Steve Rogers could become Captain America, then Annabeth could be a super awesome demigod. Her dad also has a crazy insane Captain America comic book collection with several collector’s items that he swears is because of the “historical value” of the comics. But Annabeth knows that her dad definitely loves the stories as well. On the same note, she absolutely despises Spider-Man. Anyone who insists on dressing up like a spider and uses webs to entrap people is seriously disturbed in the head.

103. Annabeth’s dislike of Rachel stems from a deeper issue than the fact she believes Rachel likes Percy. Rachel is mortal. Even though she’s eccentric, she’s completely normal and not connected to their demigod world (at least, in BotL she’s not). By the time the fourth book rolls around, Percy is clearly 500% done with the gods and is starting to get tired of this whole prophecy thing. And Rachel provides him with a way to escape from the world of gods and monsters. The world that Annabeth has always belonged to. Because, honestly, even though she tries, Annabeth in the mortal world doesn’t really work. Sure, she’s gotten better at playing the part, but she’s still drawn back to the world of fighting and quests because that’s how she grew up. And she craves the adventure that comes with that world. She always will. With Rachel now in the picture, she gives Percy the opportunity to leave the world that’s constantly putting him in danger, and in the same length, to leave Annabeth. By this point, Annabeth has already been left by her family, Luke, Thalia (twice), various campers, Grover, and is not about to add Percy to that list. Which is why, during her quest and their time at camp, Annabeth pulled away from him. It was just easier for her to put up her walls again so that when he did leave (because people always leave) it wouldn’t hurt so much. Also, there’s the fact that both Percy and Annabeth are certain Percy’s not going to be alive come next year, and so it just gives her another reason to distance herself.

104. When Annabeth goes back to Hephaestus’s workshop, she’s all alone. When she starts looking for a way to get back to camp through the labyrinth, she constantly hits dead ends. In some sick way, she figured that the maze was playing with her. Her quest was a dead end, saving Luke was a dead end, and all her friends that came with her were dead. At one point, she ends up hitting the wall and breaks her hand from it. One ambrosia square and delta square later, she does manage to get out and make her way back to camp.

105. Somehow, it always seems to fall to Annabeth to break bad news to Sally. After Annabeth got back to camp, one of the first things Chiron had her do was to call the Jackson household and relate the tale of Percy’s explosion. He claimed that it was because Annabeth was the only one who would be able to answer all of Sally’s questions. She honestly believes it’s just because Chiron didn’t want to break any bad news to the actual angel that is Sally Jackson.

106. Growing up in the south, it’s a common practice for people to be “Mr.” and “Ms.” all the time. It took Annabeth three months when she first came to camp to stop calling Chiron “Mr. Chiron.” And, although Sally’s told her dozens of times to refer to her by her first name, Annabeth can’t break the habit of “Ms. Jackson.” It’s a respect thing and the amount of respect Annabeth has for that woman literally cannot be measured.

107. Annabeth’s pretty sure the smartest thing she’s ever seen Percy do was pull a finger gun on Briares during their game of rock, paper, scissors. Even she wouldn’t have thought of that.

108. After the Battle of the Labyrinth, Annabeth spends most of the rest of the summer staying in her cabin, studying the laptop Daedalus gave her. Her and Malcolm work on devising various potential battle strategies, and Chiron has her working with him and Clarisse to develop mini missions to send people on in an attempt to weaken the Titan army. She also finds herself spending a lot of time with Silena, listening to her drone on and on about Beckendorf. It kind of makes the fact she’s avoiding Percy and that Luke’s no longer Luke a little harder to deal with. But, it also somehow helps to hear about a relationship that isn’t completely falling to pieces. The only time she truly makes it an effort to hang out with her best friend is for the Fourth of July fireworks. After all, she’d already asked him, and it’d be kind of rude not to show. The night’s still awkward and they don’t have quite as easy of a banter as they had years prior.

109. Since she doesn’t go home for school that year, Annabeth spends the school term still working on mini missions. She gets sent off on a couple of her own, usually teamed up with Clarisse, Connor Stoll, or one of her siblings. It’s during these that she finds that Connor actually isn’t just another annoying Hermes camper, and they both find some strange common ground in missing the old Luke. Often, to pass the time while they’re traveling, Annabeth tells old stories about her and Luke’s days on the run, while Connor tells her about plots and pranks Luke was the mastermind behind. Each mission, it seemed strange that Silena would hug them a little tighter and a little longer. But no one really asked her why. They just figured it was some sort of emotional Aphrodite thing.

110. For each of her missions, Chiron was extremely careful to make sure he sent Annabeth places where he knew Luke was not. So, while she took out various parts of the army, or helped with gathering intel, she never saw Luke. But she didn’t know about Chiron’s careful planning and educated guessing as to where Kronos currently was. Every mission, she still looked for him, hoping that she might be able to bring him back.

111. Also, since she doesn’t go home, Annabeth takes Sally up on her invitation to attend the Jackson-Blofis wedding. She spends a solid week debating on whether or not to cancel and just send a nice card instead. But, the day of, Annabeth just kind of goes for it and has Argus take her into the city. She has her invisibility cap on her, and does her best to hide from the guests as often as possible. Well, specifically, two of the guests that are her age, a girl with curly red hair and a boy who’s been stuffed into a suit because only it’s his mom’s wedding day. She hugs Sally after the ceremony, and it’s the first time she meets Paul. He makes some lame Shakespeare reference, and Annabeth decides then and there to adopt him as her newest father figure.

112. Chiron does have Annabeth go home after Christmas break, insisting that she see her family. She hugs her brothers a little too tightly before she leaves and kisses her dad on the cheek--something she hasn’t done since she was little--because she knows there’s a very real possibility it might be the last time she sees them. Matthew and Bobby complain that she’s strangling them, and Frederick seems a little weary that something’s going on. He knows that there is something stirring in the demigod world, but Annabeth’s been careful to try and keep all of them out of the dark as much as she can. Otherwise, she’s afraid they might keep her from fighting. And nothing would keep Annabeth from seeing this through until the end.

113. It’s Beckendorf’s death that makes Annabeth reconsider how she’s been treating Percy, so she does make an effort for them to fall back into their old routines. They start working on chores together again, but her words still end up being completely measured and thought out. The first time he brings up Rachel though, who she still views as his out, she decides that it’s too much. She doesn’t speak to him again until right before the battle, when he calls her. It actually ends with her moping most of the time, because she just knows that he’s not going to be around in a few days and they’re spending the rest of the time ignoring each other.

114. She doesn’t officially know about the mark of Achilles on Percy, but there’s already a sneaky suspicion because he’s been way too good in the battle. Even by Percy level standards. Right before Ethan goes to stab him, there’s almost a cold chill that hits her in her own lower back. It’s a strange warning, but it’s enough to get her to throw her in the way of the knife’s path, intercepting it with her own shoulder instead. It’s still the most noticeable scar that she has, and she’s glad that it’s in a place that’s easy to cover it up.

115. It’s almost creepy how much information she’s absorbed from listening to her dad through the years. But, none of it really seems to matter until she’s in a helicopter, trying to keep it from crash landing. She swears she hears her dad’s voice in her ears, coaching her through all the steps and she really regrets not taking him up on more rides in his Sopwith Camel. Heck, she thinks she might even try for a pilot’s license after the experience since it did come so naturally.

116. She hears Luke’s voice in her head whenever she fights, telling her to make sure that her footing’s correct, or walking her step by step through various maneuvers he taught her during their years together. It definitely made for a chilling experience when she was fighting Kronos, and hearing a different voice coming out of Luke’s mouth, while the one in her head was his true one.

117. Annabeth honestly is not sure whether or not she lied to Luke when she told him that she didn’t love him. Some days, she feels like it’s a lie and it makes her feel extremely guilty, while other days, she’s sure she spoke the truth. And it makes her feel better knowing that one of the last things Luke heard wasn’t another lie. Because he had been told so many up to that point, and the last thing she’d want to do was add on to them. She thinks it might be a lie, because even the Oracle spoke of losing a love to worse than death. And it was a line that clearly pertained to Luke. If the mummy even knew about her affection for him, then clearly there was something there. And she was so certain to stick up for him every chance she got, certain that no one else would ever make her feel the way he did. And really, no one has. On the flip side, she thinks it was the truth because she’s not so sure it wasn’t just some sort of hero worship and infatuation. By the time Luke asked her if she loved him, she had already fallen in love with someone else and knew what it truly meant to be in a much healthier and loving relationship (even if they weren’t together yet). And what she felt for Percy was nothing like what she felt for Luke. It honestly really frustrates her that she doesn’t even have a solid answer, and she spends way more time debating it than she probably should.

118. Percy and Annabeth’s first date started out as awkward as it could get. It was about a week after Percy’s birthday and they had both already started back to school. They had agreed to just spend the day exploring the city, but they were both trying way too hard with one another, watching what they said and how they acted. There were a lot of awkward silences, sweaty hand holding, and asking questions that they both already knew the answer to. Eventually a monster showed up and the two fell into a regular routine to kill it. Then, covered in monster guts, they decided to just go back to the Jackson-Blofis apartment and watch a movie. Annabeth doesn’t remember what movie it was, just that they spent the whole time making fun of the ridiculous plot line going on, and substituting their own dialogue instead.

119. The green dress that she wore on her one night trip to Paris still hangs in the back of her closet at her dad’s house. She doesn’t ever think she’ll wear it again, because she doesn’t want anything to happen to it.

120. During her sophomore year, there were several weekends where Annabeth would go on little expeditions with her roommate around the city. They would venture to various landmarks in New York, as well as to various museums. It was a way for them to feel “cultured,” and it was the perfect way for Annabeth to draw inspiration for her designs for Olympus.

121. When Percy went missing, it once again fell to Annabeth to break the bad news to Sally. This time, she chose to do it in person instead of over the phone. Paul came back to find Annabeth, with her arms around Sally, whispering promises that they would find him. That they were looking everywhere they could and she wasn’t going to stop until he was home. For the next several weeks, she’d spend at least two nights a week at their apartment, going over any and all of the information they’d collected on Percy’s whereabouts--even if they did end up just being dead ends. Sally would always have a fresh plate of blue cookies waiting for when Annabeth came over, and the two would sit at the counter, talking. After the quick debriefing, Sally would relate stories about her youth and about Percy growing up. Annabeth would talk about her family in California and how she kind of missed her brothers and her dad. Paul would come home, and he and Annabeth would discuss various plays and historical events while Sally cooked dinner. By the time all three felt that the evening was truly done, Sally would insist it was too late for Annabeth to venture back alone. So, she’d end up crashing in Percy’s room. It was comforting somehow, to be there, but it was also creepy. Everything was just waiting for him to come back, and she was careful not to move anything around too much. She wanted it to be just the same way for him as it was when he left.

122. During the short amount of time that Jason, Piper and Leo are in camp, Annabeth really only hits it off with Jason. Sure, she likes Piper, and thinks they’d make great siblings, but there’s not a lot of back and forth there. Instead, once they make the connection that Jason and Thalia are connected, Annabeth spends almost an entire day relating stories about Thalia. Some of them are hard, since so many involve Luke, but she manages to avoid bringing him into them too much. It’s just easier to pretend he wasn’t really there and that Thalia was the hero Annabeth had growing up.

123. During the time spent building the Argo II, Annabeth does use that time to bond with both Piper and Leo. She spends hours with Leo in Bunker 9, looking over blueprints and helping him as much as she can with the actual construction of the ship. She’s really the only one who half understands what it is that he’s talking about, and there are many late nights spent there. In fact, both of them end up losing count of the number of times they have to wake the other one up in the morning, grease smeared on their faces, in order to make it to breakfast on time. The running gag with Piper about the breakfast thing started out as a complete accident. Still exhausted from working with Leo the night before, Annabeth was sitting with Piper and discussing the progress they were making. However, because she was still half asleep, she ended up eating half of Piper’s food. The next day, Piper returned the favor, and it just kept going.

124. Arguing with Athena was one of the most frustrating experiences of Annabeth’s life. Her mom wasn’t all there, which only made it harder to appeal to one of her logical senses. And, whenever she’d switch into her Roman counterpart, it was harder, since the goddess wouldn’t even recognize Annabeth as her daughter. When Athena stripped Annabeth’s cap of its powers, she didn’t know immediately. Instead, she was in the middle of a fight with a monster on the way to visit Sally right before they left, and she had on her invisibility cap to try and surprise it. But it swung right at her as though it could see her. Instead of watching where the strike went, Annabeth looked down and realized she could see herself. She ended up with a badly bruised arm and several cuts on her face and legs, and fled from the scene instead of fighting the monster.

125. Annabeth first learned about hot chocolate being a universal drink from her father. During one of her times living at home, there were many nights where she’d have trouble falling asleep. She’d often end up downstairs in her dad’s living room, flipping through whatever was on television until she’d pass out on the sofa. Once, her dad came down and saw her there and made her hot chocolate. He explained all about the history of the drink, just trying to find something interesting to discuss with his daughter. It was one of the first times they stayed up late, just talking, and it seemed like one of the first real truces between them. The fact she was walking around New Rome, drinking it again with Reyna seemed almost symbolic.

126. It was weird being that close to her home and not going to see her dad and brothers. What was even weirder was the fact that she lived that close to Camp Jupiter for so long and never had an inkling that it existed. Once, she saw a couple kids in purple t-shirts with swords while she was on a school field trip. But, she just figured it was some weird group of re-enactors that accidentally ended up with actual swords.

127. One of the worst parts of being on the Argo II was when the eidolons were on the ship, possessing Jason and Percy. Seeing the boy she spent so long looking for, with golden eyes where sea green had once been, only reminded her of another young man she’d lost. Another boy whose eyes she’d been forced to watch change from blue to gold, and his soul disappear with it.

128. Growing up, Annabeth never felt like she was quite good enough. After all, you grow up with Aphrodite kids, you watch the boys you like fawn over other girls, you really have issues with self image. Meeting Aphrodite only made her insecurities about a hundred times worse. She was literally everything Annabeth wished that she could be, and took bits and pieces from every other girl Annabeth had ever felt jealous of. She had Rachel’s curls, Silena’s hair color, Scarlett Johansson’s body, and Emma Watson’s face structure. It definitely left her feeling inadequate for the rest of the day.

129. The first time Annabeth tells Percy that she loves him is a complete accident. Granted, she’s known it for years, but always felt a little odd at the idea of saying it. After all, it’s really one of the first times she’s ever actually vocalized the sentiment to anyway. She doesn’t remember saying it to her father, or any of her friends, and Annabeth has it in her head that it’s supposed to be some big deal. When he ends up drenching Octavian, it just sort of slips out and she’s not even sure that she’s said it until later. She then spends the next day on deck debating with herself whether or not Percy heard her and that’s why he didn’t say it back. She blames her recent encounter with Aphrodite for making her fret over something so stupid when she should be focused on getting the Athena Parthenos back.

130. One of the things that she hated most about her solo quest (though there were so many) was that she wasn’t where the main fight was. She’d always felt a responsibility to Nico di Angelo after he lost Bianca. Not having any family was something she felt like she could definitely relate to. So, the fact that she wasn’t there to help rescue him and assure him that everything was going to be okay--the way she was sure Bianca would have--almost seemed unfair. And then, obviously, there’s the fact that she hated being alone, breaking her foot, fighting the mother of all spiders... The list went on, really.

131. For years, Annabeth suspected that Nico had a crush on her. It’s only when she sees the look in his eyes as he promises Percy to lead the others to the other side that she figures out what’s really going on. She doesn’t say anything. After all, it wasn’t her secret to tell.

132. After her quest, Annabeth really, really hated owls. There was also a time when she really wanted to go to Greece to see the Parthenon. Not anymore. She never wants to go back to Greece ever again.

133. For Annabeth, the worst part about Tartarus are the arai. She knew, of course, that no monster really likes to be torn down by a demigod. But, they would always be reborn. The fact that so many of them use their dying thoughts and wishes to curse her haunt her. And it almost makes her feel guilty about all the pain she’s caused. There are multiple knife wounds inflicted to her stomach, the blindness, and the feeling that she’s all alone again. That’s the worst. She already blames herself for dragging Percy down there with her, and feeling like he abandoned her (like everyone else in her life had) almost seems like poetic justice. It’s why she doesn’t call for his return. It’s why she calls for an answer to why he left. She wants to know that it’s not resentment he feels towards her.

134. There’s exactly one time in her life that Annabeth has ever been scared of Percy. After all, he’s a Seaweed brain who would have been dead long ago if it weren’t for her. And yet, the power he unleashes on Akhlys is enough to stop her dead in her tracks. She’s always known that he’s a powerful demigod. It was arguably the second thing she learned about him (after the fact he drooled and talked in his sleep). But seeing him snap like that was enough to strike genuine fear in her heart. And it scares her to think he was pushed that far in an attempt to protect her. It’s enough to make her feel like she’s toxic for him, and has even led to her contemplating their break up more than once, if only to get him away from her for his own good.

135. When they get back from the depths of hell, Annabeth spends the next several days feeling completely useless. All she wants to do is sleep and catch up on the hours she was deprived while they were fighting for their lives. Yet, every time she closes her eyes for too long, the terrible visions come back. She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, sleeps with the lights on, and has bags under her eyes that almost seem as if they threaten to swallow her entire face. It makes her feel useless until the final battle with Gaea. And even that’s just a brief moment of her former glory. Her days at camp cause the nightmares to return and she pushes away anyone that tries to help her deal with what she experienced. It’s too terrible to talk about, and it’ll take her well over a year before she ever does speak of it.

136. She ends up striking a strange friendship with Nico during this time. They had previously started to become friendly when Annabeth was working on designing the new cabins for camp and repeatedly went to him for input on the Hades cabin. But now, they found ways to sit comfortably in silence, in a way that would often freak out the other campers. After all, she still felt protective over him and had a strange sense of respect of all he had been able to handle. They found the number of similarities between them shocking and eventually struck up almost a new brother and sister type of relationship. He makes sure she doesn’t disappear for weeks at a time into her work and into her head and she makes sure that he always has something to eat and a warm sweater on when he goes shadow travelling or visits the Underworld. Most of the other campers don’t really understand their friendship, but to them, it makes all the sense in the world.

137. One of the hardest things about returning to camp life is the sword fighting. Once, it was an activity that she was good at. After all, she’d been training to fight with a knife since she was seven years old. For ten years, it had been a way to blow off steam and a great way to focus her attention. But after her time in Tartarus, sword fighting becomes almost impossible. The sounds of metal clanging and people trying to fight her is enough to send her right back down to that awful place. Even though the logical part of her knows that it’s all controlled, her instincts take over, and she’s ended up with one too many close calls with her opponent screaming for help. Annabeth just kind of blacks out and lets her body take over until the poor sap she’s sparring with is on the floor, broken and bloody, with her knife at their throat, ready to slice. Then, when she doesn’t go full on warrior princess mode, she ends up collapsing into a puddle in the corner, crying and screaming for all the pain and terror to stop. Her hands go straight to her ears and her eyes shut tight. It usually takes Piper and her charmspeak to be able to pull her out of it, and Chiron basically sets up a new, “special” time for her defense training. A time when she’s all alone in the arena and only has the practice dummies as targets. It keeps everyone safer that way.

138. Annabeth legitimately does not understand Carter Kane. Like she thinks Sadie is awesome and is always trying to text her to get insight on some new idea. Likewise, Sadie often is the one texting her. Boy, if Annabeth thought she had boy drama, it is nothing compared to the things Sadie has to deal with what with one of her crushes hosting one of her other crushes. But Carter? He seems to have some weird sort of pissing contest continuously going one with Percy, which she doesn’t get at all. Personally, she thinks both boys are being incredibly stupid--but that’s par for the course with Percy. She almost expects more out of Carter, despite how little she knows him, and is almost disappointed in the fact he doesn’t put an end to the ridiculousness. Also, as soon as she finds out the Egyptian gods are a thing, she ends up creating a really big bulletin board in her room at school, connecting all the gods together based on their area of power. It makes her wonder exactly how it works having more than one pantheon, but thinking about it too much makes her brain hurt. Which is a feat that is hard to achieve.

139. Finding out that Sally’s pregnant definitely comes with a weird mixture of feelings. Granted, Annabeth knows that these people aren’t technically her family, but she’s definitely come to love them like they are. Percy’s eyes sparkle when his mom tells her the news, and Paul seems extremely proud of the fact that his own child is on the way. Sally looks tired, but Annabeth can’t deny there is some sort of glow around her. It’s strange, really. This is the first pregnancy that anyone has ever been excited to tell Annabeth about--well, she really only has one other to compare it to--and it makes her feel like they’re making some mistake in wanting to include her on this secret. She’s always believed that she’s bad with babies and small children and chalks this up to the fact she won’t be invited around to the Jackson-Blofis household as much anymore.

140. She spends the rest of year in New York, but opts to go home right before school starts back for her senior year. It’s the first time she’s seen her dad, her step mom, or her brothers since falling into that horrible pit of despair. Annabeth never called to talk to her dad about it, but he seems to know as she shows up at the airport. He just puts his arm around her shoulder, takes her bags from her, and drives her home in silence. When she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, her dad’s always there to assure her that she’s okay, and they watch old movies on the couch until she falls asleep again. Everything but Roman Holiday, she makes sure of that. Emily tries to keep Matthew and Bobby away from Annabeth again, fearing what she might do after all she’s been through. But, the boys are old enough now to ignore their mother’s wishes and they end up trying to stick with her closer than ever before. It’s the first time they really learn about and understand the terrible things Annabeth has faced as a demigod and there’s almost a newfound respect earned from them. Despite all the other turmoil going on in her life, it’s probably the nicest visit she has at her home, and she’s almost sad to return to New York.

141. She ends up calling it the Chase curse. After all, that’s exactly what it feels like. When she sees her cousin basically emerge from the grave at his own funeral, it only seems to add another level of weirdness to her already strange life. But, of course, another Chase sibling attracted the attention of a god. Because not even the mortal side of her family could be completely normal. Learning about Hotel Valhalla and the valkyries almost makes Annabeth feel as though she got the short end of the stick ending up as part of the Greek god world. After all, being able to add the ability to fly to her power of invisibility seemed like a pretty sweet deal. Though, the idea of having to find people about to die did seem a little graphic. She starts researching the Norse gods as soon as she gets home and adds them to the bulletin board she made after meeting the Kanes.

142. Getting to see Magnus is hands down one of the best parts of Annabeth’s senior year. For once, she gets to act as a sort of guide to another demigod. This time though, it’s from a distance and she doesn’t necessarily have to get directly involved unless she wants to. And, while she hates that Magnus does have to deal with it, he at least has some pretty awesome friends, as well as some sweet powers to deal with it. But, even with his new abilities, she’s just glad to have her little cousin back in her life. Growing up, he was more of a brother to her than Matthew and Bobby were and seeing him again brings back all sorts of fond memories. In fact, most of the only fond memories of her childhood involve him in one shape or form. She just hates that she didn’t know about his living situation earlier. The idea of him living on the streets when she knew about half a dozen other people who would be willing to take him in does not sit well with her. And it only makes her certain that the gods, no matter what pantheon they belong to, don’t really care about what happens to their demigod children.

143. She’s working on Olympus when she gets a flustered call from Percy, telling her that his baby sister is on the way right now. Her mother stood over her as she took it, and told her to go on, but Annabeth refused. No matter how many times all three of them insisted that she was, in fact, a part of their family, it just seemed weird. So instead, she waited until the next day to go to the hospital. There, she saw the tiniest human she’d ever seen before. Even when Matthew and Bobby were born, she didn’t them ever being that little. They let Annabeth hold her, and it was the first time she ever actually got to hold a baby. Her father barely let her hold her brothers when they were born, hovering near her the entire time. But this time, the baby was placed in Annabeth’s arms and she absolutely melted as she swore that the little girl smiled up at her. A nurse told her it was just gas, but Annabeth knew better. Almost immediately, she fell in love with the baby and added her to her list of favorite people.

144. It’s just a common understanding that whenever there’s a school thing or the Jackson-Blofis family has to go somewhere, that Annabeth is going to babysit the youngest member of that family. They’ve given up inviting her to come along, because she insists that she would rather babysit. So many afternoons she’ll end up with the baby crawling all over her, with Annabeth trying to tell her stories about American history or Grecian or Roman history. After all, she is determined to make this baby a genius and feels that no age is too young to start. She’s even gotten her those huge baby blocks in an attempt to cultivate an appreciation of architecture in her as well.

145. Annabeth’s always loved the idea of prom. When she was young and first experienced the excitement of people during the first camp prom, she wanted to go. However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Annabeth never got to make it to her junior prom. Then, when her senior prom came around, it seemed like a great opportunity. She was still going to school in New York, and there hadn’t been a severe crisis to take her away from the semi-normal life she was leading. Even though she went to a private, all girls boarding school, there were still guys at their “sibling school” that they would be having a joint prom with. A handful of them even asked her as their date, and she honestly wanted to say yes. But, despite the fact that she could have gone, Annabeth ended up watching movies on the couch of the Blofis apartment. She never even bothered asking Percy to go to prom with her, because she knew of his distaste for anything related to dancing. And it wasn’t worth it for her to have a good time if he couldn’t enjoy it too.

146. Annabeth’s senior year goes by in a dizzying whirlwind. Between still working on and overseeing designs on Olympus, helping Magnus out with his demigodish-ness, babysitting baby Blofis, prepping to go to college, and volleyball and soccer games, it’s almost impossible to believe that she’s graduating until the cap and gown are officially on. Everyone she knows that can come, does. Her dad, step mom, Matthew, Bobby, Paul, Sally, Percy, and even Chiron make it out for that day. Her dad’s gift to her is a new car, and it’s that car her and Percy end up packing to drive out cross country to their new home.

147. Since using cell phones sends up a signal to monsters of their whereabouts, Percy and Annabeth end up having to rely on old school maps--that neither of them are very good at reading--and mapquest directions. They end up getting lost at least twice a day, which leads to several arguments about them asking for directions. Once, Annabeth even threatens to turn the car around right then and there. But, they’re already over halfway across the country, so it wouldn’t make any sense for her to do that. The car’s cramped with both of their belongings shoved everywhere there’s an ounce of free space and it doesn’t do anything to help the mood. Both of them quip at least once during their trip that maybe, if they can’t survive a car ride together in such close quarters, they’ll never be able to survive living together. When Annabeth says it, Percy knows it’s meant to just be something hurtful to say and that she doesn’t really mean it. Still, he shuts her out and puts in his headphones for a solid half hour before emerging again to talk to her. When Percy says it, Annabeth finds the nearest fast food restaurant and pulls off the road there. She mutters things about how maybe he’s right and that no one else has been able to live with her for extended periods of time before. He has to promise her that he didn’t mean it, buy her a vanilla milkshake, and that it’s just a side effect of being stuck in a car for way longer than anyone with ADHD should have to sit through a car ride. It’s only when they finally get to New Rome and begin to unpack their car that they feel like they aren’t completely claustrophobic and closed in. And it feels like they definitely made the right decision after all.

148. The apartment they get in New Rome is honestly a piece of crap. It was one of the first ones built in the city and Annabeth figured that it would be good for the historical aspect of it. And online, it looked like it was pretty nice. But it’s honestly the worst. The door to the bedroom is too low, with Annabeth’s head just barely clearing it, and Percy having to duck every time he has to go under it. There’s a patch of the ceiling that leaks when it rains, the water in the faucet has to run for five seconds until it turns clear, the dryer never works, and the back burner on the stove catches on fire if you try to use it. They didn’t have room for a whole bed frame when they moved, so they sleep on a blow up air mattress in the floor and their furniture is just stuff they’ve bought at consignment shops, so it doesn’t match. But, despite the fact that it’s the worst first place ever, it’s their first place, so it makes it pretty special. They go all out decorating it at Halloween and Christmas, and it’s almost like it becomes a little less crappy after it’s all done up. The longer they stay there, the more furniture they do accumulate until it does have a vague color scheme, more or less and they have an actual bed to sleep in. The bare walls eventually become covered in pictures of their friends and a few paintings that Rachel sends them to “liven the place up.” She’s almost sad when they move out of it. Almost.

149. Annabeth only makes it about three weeks before she has her first breakdown in college. Sure, she’d done well in high school, but that took intense concentration, and most of the people she was around, she didn’t really like. Readings could usually be ignored entirely, or she could find some sort of audiobook to listen to. But college is a different beast altogether. Suddenly, she’s staying up until four in the morning at least three days a week in order to get all her work done and stay on top of it. That’s not including keeping an apartment clean, and helping Reyna and Frank out in Camp Jupiter. It’s like her time isn’t her own anymore and she just starts to slowly lose it. Since she is so sleep deprived, at one point, she ends up just crying midway through a paper, muttering how stupid she is, how she definitely made a mistake coming out to California, and how she just wants to go home.

150. Their first Christmas in New Rome is actually the first time that Annabeth brings Percy to her dad’s house as her “boyfriend.” Matthew and Bobby legitimately lose it, because they remember thinking Percy was super cool the few minutes they met him years prior and spend forever trying to get him to teach them how to sword fight. They IM Paul, Sally, and baby Blofis and Percy’s little sister gets so excited to show them everything Santa brought, that one of the toys accidentally flies out of her hands and breaks the connection. Annabeth and her dad get to continue their late night hot chocolate tradition. He tells embarrassing stories about Annabeth when she was super small that she would have no hope of ever remembering during one of their late night drink sessions that Percy joins them for. And she blushes and acts like she hates it, but it’s the first time she’s ever felt like her father was actually her dad. And she chalks it up to the Christmas spirit thing. Growing up, Matthew and Bobby would always get matching pajamas on Christmas Eve that they’d have to wear and take pictures in for the next year’s Christmas card. When Annabeth moved in with her dad during her sophomore year of high school, she started having to do the matching thing. That Christmas, Percy was added in to the matching pajama thing. It felt all levels of ridiculous and dorky, and Annabeth promised that she’d tell them not to do it again next year.

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