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and they were roommates (chapter ten)
The waiting goes easier than Annabeth thought it would.
That being said, the week itself isn’t easy. Annabeth takes five midterms in three days, which should be illegal. She spends her days in the cafe with Piper, the library with Jason, or laying on the floor of the apartment like a starfish. If Annabeth’s limbs could regrow, she would chop one off to get some extra study time. That being said, she is not a starfish, just a college kid laying on the linoleum floor and seriously contemplating dropping out and making a living by selling non-vital organs. People don’t need both of their kidneys, right?
In the end, Annabeth makes it through midterms with both her kidneys and far less panic than last semester. Though really she should thank fall midterms for being so horrible. If she hadn’t broken down then, who knows how long it would’ve taken her to realize her feelings for Percy.
States is a two-day affair, meaning that Saturday is put on hold while Percy competes in the preliminary heats. Thankfully, the meet is right outside the city, so he isn’t holed up in a hotel for the night. Annabeth and Grover, who is staying with them for the weekend, beat Percy home after the day of spectating and smile as he trudges through the door. He may not compete in many events, but the day drags on in a way that invites weariness into even the most rested of bodies.
After Grover claps Percy on the back and heads to the bathroom, Percy collapses face-first into the couch where Annabeth is sprawled, his face tucking into the crook of her neck. A content sigh tickles her skin, and she nearly shoves him off for it. But he winces as his shoulders relax, making his breath hitch in a way that’s honestly illegal for him to do above her when there’s nothing she can do about it.
“Uh, guys.” Grover stands in the hallway, covering his eyes. “I would like to remind you that this is my bed for the night.”
Percy chuckles, the warm air on Annabeth’s neck making her squirm. “You’re welcome to get in on this, bud.”
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Inspired by Brooklyn 99, in which Piper and Percy are Jake and Jason and Annabeth are Amy.
Part 1: Blueprints
New York winter is just as Piper had expected it. Cold, cloudy, and lonely. Dramatic, yes, but truthful, also yes.
As soon as the high from the quest to save Hera settled down, Camp Half-Blood began to churn towards the next objective— get the Argo II off the ground. Within a few weeks, the ship started looking less like a hunk of metal and more like a flying Greek warship, one with purpose and a clear path.
It’s all ironic and ridiculous. Piper is reading into the universe’s many quirks way too deeply because as she sits on an unstable stool in Bunker Nine, she stares at the warship’s metal frame and her mindset transports her back to English class. It’s all symbolic, how the warship started off with just a few pieces of metal, how it looked nothing like the blueprints laid out, how frustrated Leo would get as he wiped some grease onto his forehead. Despite looking like a lost cause for a bit, now Piper can see the curve of the metal, how this is the massive frame that will soon set sail across the country and then the Atlantic Ocean. If a warship can go from nothing to something, there’s no telling how this can be symbolic of her life too.
But there is no clear and concise set of blueprints for Piper’s life. Just two months ago, she had been under the impression that she was an average kid. Troubled and momless, but normal. Mortal. Now here she is, surrounded by magical barriers in Long Island, her mother the Greek goddess of love, and there are no plans on how to piece her life together. For all she knows, she can be dead once summer rolls around.
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The Last Olympian pg.372-374
Wanted to finish this last year but some things happened. Enjoy!
Meme history
In memes where text or panels are edited the originals are always the funniest, case in point:
madness of hera au
Percy’s heart stopped and he fell to his knees as tears began to stream down his face. “Annabeth,” he whispered.
She rushed towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her stomach.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair while cradling his head, attempting to soothe him through his sobs.
“It’s okay, Percy. We’re okay.”
He swallowed hard and concentrated on slowing his breathing, letting her familiar smell fill his lungs and bring him the peace he had been searching for so desperately
Finally he was able to pull his face from her, while keeping her waist firmly in his grip. “Are you… I mean, is this…”
She placed her hands on either side of his face, gently stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. “This is real, Percy. I promise.”
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stop watching anything with gal gadot in it — that ESPECIALLY includes marvel. they’re not even good anyway lmao. military-sponsored propaganda.
“not watching something” is genuinely the bare minimum. it’s the simplest boycott that could be asked of you.