Internet Stalker

Mars Rover rescue fantasy in the form of an Avengers fic!

Summary:

since she first landed, and 15 years since we lost contact with her and she died. We knew the day was going to come at some point, but it didn’t make it any easier. We watched her progress, enjoyed her photos, and played music to wake her up. Now, here we were, on Mars and I had a plan. I wanted to find her, not just for myself, but for everyone who cared, everyone who cried at our loss, everyone who wondered where she was and what state of disrepair she was in. 

I quietly influenced where we should land, my crew had no idea what I planned on doing. I wasn’t even sure if they remembered her. Sure, over the past 15 years there were many others like her… but they weren’t her. She was only supposed to live for 90 days and she survived for 15 years. She shared so much with us… pictures, data, and she even discovered water (in the form of ice of course), and she shared her life with us from millions of miles away. I was determined to find her, to show her… we still remember everything you did for us.

We landed between Sunderland Point and Spirit point, not far from where she was last known to be, it took a couple of weeks to set up camp and set up our land rover, but when everything was said and done… we were here. At nights, I would stare out the window at the moons, the huge sky of stars, and the vast dry dusty horizon, it was beautiful. This is what she saw every night before ‘going to sleep’, this is what she lived under, this is where she had lived for 15 years, this is where she lied in permanent slumber. Being able to share this beauty and experience with others was a gift… But she was alone her entire life on Mars and she was alone when she died, in a physical sense. We were there but we couldn’t be there with her. She deserved to come back, she may be unable to come back to working order or back to Earth… but she deserved to come back into the human hands that built her, and loved her for what she was and what she did. The hands that played her music every day to wake her from her coma and sent the final message of I’ll Be Seeing You in hopes that maybe, one day, we will see her again. 

In the morning, I told the crew I was going out to explorer. They told me to be careful, to not stray too far from camp, and to come back before nightfall. Getting on the land rover and driving around was… amazing, weird… alien, yet it felt as if I were driving in a desert on Earth. The land was vast, the terrain was difficult, it took hours to thoroughly search the small area I had marked for day one. In the end, she wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere I looked in the week that followed. I wanted to give up… but I couldn’t. She didn’t give up after 90 days, and neither will I. The search continued, I was asked questions by my crew about what I was doing. I wanted to tell them, but I was worried they would think I was stupid or would tell me to give up and that there was no hope in finding her, so… I told them I was mapping out the surrounding area, which in a sense is true. I was mapping out the area, just not for the reason they thought.

Days passed… then weeks… then months… with no luck. Not a single sign of her. But I still didn’t give up. I didn’t want to give up on my personal mission. It might sound weird, but I didn’t want to give up on her. I wanted her to be back with the people who cared and not at the hands of a merciless landscape. The sun was 3 hours from setting and I was on my way back from another failed exploration. Could she have moved? Could she have wandered aimlessly, searching for a way to communicate to us again, only to finally succumb to the dust storm? No… no that sounded stupid… right? But… no, it’s dumb to think such things. It makes no sense. I shook my head and looked off to my left, knowing the terrain by heart by now, I felt comfortable looking away for a time. I needed to clear my thoughts before getting back to base. 

I idly hummed a song to myself, watching the land go by as I drove. I slammed on the breaks, almost causing the rover to tip over, but I swore I had just seen something. I tore my hands away from the steering wheel and slowly got out of the vehicle. I stepped alongside it, staring out to where I saw something reflect, and that’s when I saw the shine again. Taking a sharp inhale, I slowly walked over to the reflective object. It was covered in a heavy amount of dust, but some had blown off from a recent wind storm… I looked down at the large object if it weren’t for the storm, I would have never seen it… it just blended in with everything so well. I knelt down and dusted it off, the air caught in my lungs, and tears formed in my eyes. 

It was her. It had to be her.

I desperately cleaned off everything I could and tried pulling at her to get her tires free from the 15 years of accumulated dust and dirt but she was stuck pretty hard. I crouched down to my knees and grabbed a rock, stabbing and digging at the dirt around her tires, and by the time I freed them… the sun was setting and it was getting cold. Running to the land rover, I dug around for rope to hitch her up to it. I hooked the rope to the rover and walked over to her, looking for the best way to tie her up and not break the fragile machinery. The only way I thought I could do this was by tying her up by her box body, the WEB. I was as careful as possible and even more careful as I towed her back to base. I was freezing cold by the time I saw base, the last bits of the sun just beginning to disappear. There were lights outside moving around, probably the crew doing last minute checks before heading to bed… That’s when a loud radio buzz came over my com before the captain’s voice yelled at me, asking where the hell I was, why I was so late coming back. The yelling continued until they showed their lights onto her, then there was a long silence that overcame them.

Once I parked the rover and got out, I fell down to my knees. I couldn’t feel my legs, I hadn’t moved them once on the way back. Everyone rushed over and helped me to the base to warm me up. I was setting into hypothermia, I couldn’t process anything anymore at that point. They threw so many questions at me, I just couldn’t understand anything they were saying, all that I thought about was, “at least she was found finally and she wasn’t alone. At least I’m not alone either…” before passing out. I thought I was dying… well… I guess, in a way, I was dying, but… since I wasn’t alone… since I had people around me who cared… they helped me. They saved me. When I came to some time later, a couple of days later, I was once again questioned on my reckless actions and what I had brought back to base. I told them everything. I told them how I searched for her every day, how I found her, why I wanted to find her, why I risked my stupid life to bring her back, who she was…

They didn’t believe me at first, so we took her to the garage with the land rover and began looking at her parts. We cleaned her out, checked all the hardware, and somehow… we were able to run diagnostics on her. She should have been a heap of junk on the Martian wasteland, but here she was… still in, mostly, one-piece and somewhat functional. We ignored everything for a while and just worked on her for a couple of days. Replacing a small part of her solar panels, shining light onto it, hoping for something… anything… but she didn’t wake up. We checked her body, checked everything we could… and retried again. We watched the computer eagerly, waiting for something, and there was something. There was a small bit of charge, we waited for hours but it hardly went up any. 

She somehow charged to a small 5% and connected to our computer. We began receiving data slowly before she started to smoke, making us panic. One of the crew went to take the light away, but before he did… we received a message… or rather… she received our final message. I’ll Be Seeing You played for her while we sat there and watched…

I’ll find you

In the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you…

Then… she powered down for the last time. Nothing we did brought her back. But… it’s for the best… it was time to let her go. It was her time to go. She stayed fighting for so long… just long enough for someone to find her… so she could hear our last message to her. Our love song for her. Our good-bye song to her. We all started crying as soon as we realized she was gone for good. Even though she was ‘just a machine’, she still meant things to us. We humanized her, gave her a name, watched her explore and discover new things, watched her age, and now… with a final good-bye… we watched her die.

We humanize the most mundane and inanimate things, we love them and care about them as if they were alive… and when they die or get destroyed… we grieve for them. We grieve for the humanity we put onto them, we grieve for something that felt like somebody, and that’s ok. It’s ok to grieve or something that seems so… abnormal or stupid… it’s not stupid or abnormal in the end though. It’s only human to love such a thing so deeply that you humanize it and miss it when it’s gone. And it hurts if we feel we never had the proper good-bye with them.

Knowing that Oppy, Opportunity, died, despite many attempts to wake her up, and then get sent the final song I’ll Be Seeing You is… touching, comforting even, but it still makes me incredibly sad. She was long since passed when we sent the final message, I’m not even sure if she truly received the good-bye she oh so deserved, which makes me cry even more to think about.

But maybe

Just maybe

I choose Annabeth to work in Beyer Blinder Belle Architects & Planners for two reasons, they not only designed Grand Central but also the Empire State, so in my mind, the company has demigods on it. Plus also they designed The Beacon Theater in NYC which is where I saw the Lightning Thief Musical during their NYC tour stop in March 2019.

You can find the fic also in AO3.

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There was a period of days between the end of classes and the start of camp that Annabeth always found confusing. Back when she was a full-time camper it hadn’t mattered that much to her, she still had other activities to focus on at camp once the equivalent of school classes at camp were over. After she started proper education outside the magical barriers of camp she would sometimes arrive during those days to make preparations as a head counselor for the start of camp activities. But after high school ended and college started those days started to become confusing. She couldn’t stay extra days at the dorms of Cornell and there was no point in staying in an Airbnb in the city for a couple of days before making her way to Camp. But it also was weird going straight to camp.

While in theory, she was still head counselor of Cabin Six and co-leader of camp with Percy, most of her siblings during those days were just barely teenagers and Annabeth knew she was outgrowing her cabin. Not only that, she knew this was the summer she was going to officially pass the head counselor title to someone else. For the first time in her life, Annabeth was not going to be at Camp during the start of the summer session, actually, she wasn’t going to be there during the summer session at all. In a few days she and Percy would drive back to New York where she would stay in her temporary and tiny Airbnb apartment and start working at Beyer Blinde Belle Architects & Planners. Not only that but in a couple of weeks she and Percy would move in together to their own apartment in the Flatiron district and their landlady would be the one and only Rachel Elizabeth Dare, who was giving them a joke of a price for rent. But even if she was currently in the in-between days at camp, this time didn’t feel as different as the previous years. She had been seeing some of the older campers around that she had grown with. Some of her favorite siblings, like Malcolm, had already been at camp when she and Percy had arrived yesterday night. Frank, Hazel, and Jason were arriving later the next day, and for Annabeth it felt like the last hurrah before leaving her childhood home for good.

She could hear noises coming from the main floor of the cabin in her living quarters. After the war against Kronos, the number of campers had slowly started to grow and while the Athena cabin hadn’t gotten as many campers as other cabins, theirs had been one of the cabins renovated to fit more bunkbeds. And since Annabeth had been in charge of the plans, she had added a tiny loft to some of the cabins, including her own, overlooking the main floor of where the head counselor slept. Some of her siblings shouted their goodbyes to her before leaving their cabin to head towards the diving pavilion. Unlike them, once she finished getting ready Annabeth was going to take the opposite walkway towards the Big House where she was going to meet Piper, Percy, and Rachel to go out for dinner at some fancy Long Island restaurant. It had been Piper’s idea, she wanted to celebrate her friends graduating college and she had warned them to dress nicely or she would charmspeak them into accepting a full makeover from the Aphrodite cabin. She finished putting on mascara and used one of her shields as a mirror to take one last look. She was wearing a dark teal, flowy skort with a flower pattern, a white blouse, and her favorite brown boots. Mascara and eyeliner framed her eyes and her lips were tinted slightly red from one of the lipsticks Piper had brought back for her from her trip to South Korea. She nodded in approval at her reflection, grabbed a white cardigan and made her way towards the Big House.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for well over a year lol i hope you guys like it. 

⚠️warnings: angst with some fluff if you squint 

pairing: badboy!shawn x reader

word count: 2.3k 

“Honey…” Shawn slurs into the phone and your heart nearly breaks. 

 Your heart stops at the sound of his voice. The last time you’d heard it, it was laced with venom saying words that cut through you like knives. 

 “Just leave.” 

 “I don’t want to see you.” 

 “I don’t want you here.” 

But now you could hear something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it put you on edge. The thought crossed your mind to not say a word, in hopes that he’d hang up. Or maybe you’d hang up first and pretend you’d never gotten the call in the first place but you were never one to go with your gut, if you had you wouldn’t even be in the position you are in now. 

 “Shawn…” 

 “How  - what are you doing right now?” He mumbles into the phone. You hadn’t a clue how many drinks he’s had, but if he’s calling you then you know it must have been a rough night. 

 “Shawn where are you?” you asked. Why you were concerned, you couldn’t figure out, but the idea of him being in as bad of shape as he was wandering around or somewhere where he could get himself into trouble worried you.  

 “I’m- I’m home. But I miss you.” 

 “Shawn go to sleep.”

 “No. Not without you. I can’t without you, it’s too hard.” He whines petulantly.

 “Just - can you drink some water? Can you do that for me?” 

 “Can you come here?” 

 “Shawn I can’t.” 

 “Sure you can. You just don’t want to. Because I’m bad. I’m a bad person” 

 Of course, you want to go to him. You want to go to his place cuddle him up and nurse him back to sobriety, but it’s a terrible idea for the both of you. The back and forth between you needed to stop, and since it seemed as though he was incapable of thinking of anyone other than himself you were going to have to be the one to their foot down. You couldn’t see him. If you did then you’d be dragged back into the cycle.  

 “You’re not bad Shawn.” 

 “Yes, I am. If I wasn’t then you’d be here right now. But you’re not.” there’s a long silence between the two of you before you barely make out a whisper, “You’re so far away.” 

 “Shawn. You’re very drunk.” you sigh. You kept telling yourself that he didn’t mean it, no matter how much he was tugging at your heartstrings, none of it meant anything. He was drunk and for some reason thought that it was a good idea to call you but none of this meant anything. He wouldn’t even remember in the morning and he’d go back to pushing you away….until he wants you again. 

 “I am. I also miss you. Anything else you want to point out?” he hisses into the phone, and he immediately regrets it rushing with apologies, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please don’t hang up. I didn’t mean that.” 

 “I’m not going to hang up.” You sigh rubbing at your temple. 

 Why were you still entertaining this? All you had to do was hit the little red button on your phone and he would go away. Just like he wanted. But here you are. 

 “I’m sorry for what I said.” He 

 “I know you are.” 

 “I mean it.” 

 “I know you do bub,” The nickname slips out, and you flinch and you tense up biting your lip. 

 There’s a long pause on the other end and for a moment you think he hung up until you hear him sigh into the phone, “Can you come over. Please.” he asks suddenly a little soberer. 

 You pull your phone away from your ear looking at the time, it’s late but it’s not terribly late, and no matter how much you wanted to pretend like he no longer had an effect on you, there was no point in lying to yourself. 

 “Yeah, okay.” 

 “Really?” He quips, voice a little lighter. 

 “Yeah. I’ll be over in twenty.” 

  …..…..

You’re standing on his doorstep for about a minute, reminding yourself that at any time you can leave. You could turn around get back in your car and go home and forget all about Shawn Mendes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do you. Hesitantly you raise your fist up knocking on the door lightly hoping not to wake the rest of his roommates. There’s a little bit of clattering before Shawn’s clumsily opening the door for you, leaning against the frame with a dopey grin on his face. 

 “You’re here.” 

 “I told you I’d be didn’t I.,” you say giving him a sad smile. He was in bad shape. Hair a mess, eyes bloodshot, with dark circles underneath, and a fresh cut on his cheek. You raise your hand up, turning his head to the side to get a better look at the wound “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

 You take his hand, and he follows behind you as you make your way to his bedroom. You set him down on his bed, and he plops down his hands going straight to your waist pulling you in close as you stand in between his legs. You run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into your touch letting out a contented sigh. “I’ll be right back,” you say pulling yourself away from him. 

 You head into the bathroom, rummaging through his bathroom cabinet trying to find the supplies needed to clean up his face, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.  You didn’t look much better than him, your hair just as a mess, eyes just as bloodshot, and the same pained look behind your eyes. 

 What were you doing? What is it about this boy that’s got you running to him at all hours of the night to take care of him? Didn’t you deserve better than this? 

 You come back into the room and see him laying down on the bed. 

 “Up for a second, please,” you say tapping his knee. He lets out a little groan but follows your instructions, “It’s going to sting a little.” you warn beginning to clean him up. Any other night you would have asked him what he’d gotten himself into, who he’d pissed off but it would probably only end with a fight, so you didn’t. 

“Thank you,” he whispers to you, and you just nod your head knawing at your lip. “I really am sorry.” 

 “You don’t have to apologize. Let’s just get you in bed, yeah?”  you reply, almost robotically. This is your routine, you’ve done it all before. The drunken apologies and you just have to smile and nod and wait for him to sober up, just for him to be his normal emotionally unavailable self in the morning. 

 You lean down and help him take off his boots and once you do he stands stipping down to his boxers, and it’s not that it’s something you haven’t seen before, but now it felt like an invasion of privacy. Like you’ve lost the right to see one other in such away. You catch yourself staring and decide it’s time for some hangover prep. So you go down to the kitchen, getting a glass of water and some crackers, and finding some pain killers to set next to his bed. 

 “You’re all set. I think I should go.” 

 “No,” He complains from where he’s layed in bed, “stay with me.” 

 “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Shawn.” 

 “I know it’s not, and I know I don’t deserve it. But please stay.” He asks suddenly a lot more sober than he’d been since you walked in. And it’s embarrassing just how easy it was for you to change your mind. 

 “Okay.” 

 He pulls his covers to the side, allowing you to scoot in next to him. You lay back against the pillows, and Shawn is quick to take comfort in you, laying his head on your chest. It throws you off how comfortable he is wrapping himself around you, and you hesitate for a movement before you sink into the pillows wrapping your arms around him in return.  

…..…..

The sun peaking through the blinds is what wakes you the next morning. You had almost forgotten where you were as if the events of the night before never happened. But soon the familiar scent of Shawn’s cologne filled your senses and there was no denying where you were. Your stomach did somersaults at the realization, but as you turned over finding Shawn’s side of the bed empty you started the think of an escape plan. But as you went through it all in your head, something came over you and decided not to run. Running is what’s gotten you in this situation in the first place. You needed to face him, to deal with whatever mess is to come. 

So you got yourself relatively presentable and made your way out of the bedroom to find Shawn’s shirtless back to you over the stove. You take a seat at the island and he doesn’t seem to notice you, too focused on what he’s doing so you awkwardly cleared your throat hoping that it’d do the trick, and it does. 

“Morning,” he says with a small smile, before turning back around plating a pancake. 

“Good morning.”

“I figured I’d make you breakfast. As a thank you, I don’t remember much about last night but, um….I feel like an apology is in order.” 

“Shawn- no it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry you came all the way over here. And you definitely didn’t need to spend the night so - thanks.” 

“It’s no big deal Shawn really.” He doesn’t argue with you anymore, just gives you a sad smile, and shakes his head fondly. “What?” 

“You’re just always so self-less. I will never understand you.” 

“I’m not self-less.” you scoff shaking your head. 

“Yes you are,” he says firmly. “The last time I saw you….” 

“We don’t have to talk about it.” 

“Yes, we do. Because the last time we spoke I said some awful, vile things.” 

“Shawn really it’s -” 

“No! No it’s not fine.” he snaps, before letting out a deep breath, “Why do you do that? Why do you keep making excuses for me?” 

“I don’t - I don’t know.” 

“I was awful to you. I said awful things and then I call you, blackout drunk and you come over. Not only that, but you spend the night when I ask, and you want to tell me that you’re selfless.” 

“I just don’t want you to hurt Shawn that’s all.” 

“Even after everything, I put you through.” 

“Yeah. Even after everything. I wish I didn’t care so much, believe me, my life would be much easier, but I can’t help it.” 

He looks at you with sad eyes and sets a plate down in front of you with pancakes and some bacon. He comes around the counter and takes a seat next to you, 

“You’re not eating?” you ask 

“Nah, I’m not hungry. Just wanted to do something for you,” he says through a sad smile. “Go ahead, eat.” he encourages, and you pick up your fork and dig in.  

You eat in relative silence for a few moments unsure of what to say next. In all your time together, whatever your relationship was, Shawn seldom did anything like this for you. He would do things for you sure, but they always ended up leading to him asking for a favor, and it always felt like he was making a deal rather than trying to do something nice. So you sat and waited for the other shoe to drop, for him to say something to ruin the nice gesture. 

But it doesn’t come. He lets you finish your food in peace, and then when you finish, he cleans up for you. 

“I should probably get going.”

There was a flash of disappointment on Shawn’s face but he knew better. He knew what this was for you and he knew he’d be stupid to think that you’d see it anything other than a mistake. 

“Yeah- yeah. Of course.”

You go to collect your things that you’d haphazardly dropped onto the small living room couch the night before, but Shawn stops you. 

“Actually, wait.” you look up at him and it’s like the first time you ever were together alone all over again. You were nervous, heart pounding in your chest butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to run, but you also needed to hear what he had to say. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Shawn.” 

“Not without you hearing this. I just - I want to fix this. I know I don’t deserve it. I know that I’m a piece of shit and I put you through hell-”

“You did.” 

“Yeah. I did. And words can’t describe how sorry I am for it. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.” 

“No, you can’t.” 

“But,” he takes a step closer to you taking your hands in his and your heart rate picks up, “I can do everything I can to make it up to you.” He says quietly, “If you let me. Please.” 

Everything in you is screaming ‘NO!’. But the heart wants what the heart wants, or so they say. 

“Okay.” 

Shawns eyes lit up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had to have been dreaming. Everything he’s ever wanted, a second chance with you, was just granted just like that? It couldn’t be. “Okay?” 

“Yeah. You can make it up to me. But Shawn, you fuck up and I’m gone.” 

“Yes. I - okay. I won’t fuck up. I promise. “ 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.“. 

Hi everyone! Here’s a masterlist of all my work. Stay tuned for more! (currently not updated!) 

Please feel free to send me ideas/blurbs/concepts; I’m more than happy to answer them. You can also find my work under the tag ‘mywriting’ on my blog. I write for the Dolan Twins, both Ethan and Grayson. - Ang

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Parings→peter Parker x reader

Summary→ when you give one lie to your mom that you have a boyfriend, she ends up buying an extra ticket for a cruise you guys are going on. Now you’re stuck looking for a fake boyfriend and eventually drag peter in. Except you and peter both like each other and don’t know how long you can last pretending.

A/n→ updates are scattered because I am in school and I do work. So please be patient with this! I will try and update every week! If you would like to be added to the taglist shoot me an ASK! I am open to opinions, discussions, feedback, blurbs, anything about this series✨💗🌊

AU/warnings→ Friends to lovers! Slowburn! College! Angst! Fluff!

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

Epilogue

Songs to listen to♪

Stuck with me- the neighborhood

Can I call you tonight?- dayglow

Void- the neighborhood

Ava- famy

The night we met- lord Huron

ceo au : part two 

a/n: finally, here is part two and I am so sorry it took so long. also, I created a taglist and let me know if you wanted to be added or removed from it.

warnings: 8.3k words of innocent online googling, first conversations, and ceo shawn mendes

Has there ever been a moment in your life, one singular moment, where someone, one person had stunned you completely into silence? That their presence alone left your heart echoing in your ears and an enormous pressure to fall onto your chest that wouldn’t leave until they were gone. Their gaze so immense and so haunting, you were scared to move even an inch. Even matching their look sent your stomach into your throat, not permitting you to speak. 

The silence being your greatest fear, yet you couldn’t say a word or dare look away from them. You can’t seem to move. Your breathing becomes a heavy task and the spit in the back of your throat is on the verge of choking you, and you still couldn’t run because that hold that this person had on you seemed impracticable to break. So, you just stood there, basically stuck in a staring contest waiting for them to give in first as you trembled, scared that this very person would be the doing of you breaking altogether. 

Started: December 1st, 2019.

Updated: July 9th, 2020.

SHAWN MENDES

Oneshot

- All I Want for Christmas is You | Shawn Mendes

- Electricity | Shawn Mendes

- Missed Ya | Shawn Mendes

- Nine Months is Too Long | Shawn Mendes

- Use Your Tongue, Honey | Shawn Mendes

Series

- Paris | Shawn Mendes  

- Heartstrings | Shawn Mendes

The Mendes Triples | A.U

- Just the Way You Are | Peter Mendes

- Valentine’s Day            Shawn Mendes  |  Peter Mendes  |  Raul Mendes 

- Brother’s Best Friend | Peter Mendes

- His Hoodie | Raul Mendes (coming soon)

summary ↠ who could’ve known showing up to work late one night would put you in touch with a mysterious stranger, capable of turning your life upside down? 

word count ↠ 6.8k

warnings ↠ mature themes, drinking, cursing, gambling + mentions of violence 

a/n ↠ I don’t know how this ended up being so long honestly. I had a blast writing it and I really hope that people read it lol. anyway! this is part of my mob!Tom series – a collection of oneshots set within the same universe. you don’t need to read the other parts for this to make sense. if you have any concepts or ideas for mob!Tom that you’d like me to write about in the future, please let me know! :)

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You’re late. Fuck, you’re running so late.

Your tight, shiny stilettos rub the corners of your toes uncomfortably as you hurry off the bus, ignoring the stares of the passengers. You push your handbag further up your arm and start to run precariously down the cobbled London streets, your heart pounding harshly in your chest. As you pass the entrances to some of the most exclusive clubs in Soho, you find yourself blending into the crowd. All around you are London’s elite, dressed in expensive coats, rich cologne, and enough glinting diamonds to burn your eyes, and they don’t spare you a second look as you reach the end of the street, taking your tall heels and short skirt as standard.

Relief replaces your anxiety as you pull off at the corner and slip around the back of the largest club of them all: The Lotus Club. You whip out your ID and flash it at the looming security guard on the door, and a moment later you’re in.

Sugar Sugar by perseannabeth (percyyoulittleshit) 

Annabeth Chase doesn’t have a sweet tooth, she isn’t a big fan of chocolates but there is a small chocolate store that might change her mind. Falling in love in a chocolate store was Piper’s love story, not hers but things could change when a green-eyed chocolate maker enters her life.

Piper McLean didn’t expect to run into the (possibly) love of her life while she was buying chocolates still in her pajamas, but one smile from him and she was a goner. Between dating and working, she still finds time to hang out with her best friends and, even if Annabeth didn’t want her to be, be a wingman for Annabeth.

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Piper Mclean/Jason Grace Words:  50261 Status: Complete Art by: @kartsie

You can find the complete story in Tumblr and AO3

A/N: So, some ideas were brought up to me about werewolf triplets, and a long talk ensued about Peter. Let’s just say this is by far the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, so like… enjoy pure smut ladies. (there’s more parts to come if y’all are interested)

Warning: smuuuuuut

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          The pack house was your favorite place in the world. You remembered coming over for pack events, dinners, movie nights, barbecues, the occasional crisis meeting. It was constantly crowded, mostly because a good amount of teenagers that didn’t want to live with their parents anymore decided to live there instead, and you loved that you never had a minute to get bored.

          Being around Peter and his brothers was another bonus since he was your mate. The pack was tight whether it was family or unrelated members, and you were close enough with the triplets to have been accepted on the third floor of the house, which was only supposed to be theirs. Being alphas had perks for them, and while everyone believed one of the three would have to take over the pack they showed surprisingly good organisation when it came to ruling it together. You had left your room on the second floor a few weeks ago to move into Peter’s room, it was bigger and more comfortable, and you didn’t have to worry about running into as many people all the time.

          The triplets knew absolutely everything about each other, to the point that it freaked you out sometimes, but after some time around them you understood why they had to tell each other everything. They ruled together, they couldn’t let anything come between them, especially secrets, no matter what they were. You trusted Peter more than anything else in the world, he knew pretty much everything about you, and while his brothers didn’t bring personal things up you were aware that everything you had told him had been shared with them too.

          There was a balance to find, but ultimately if Peter could trust his brothers and you trusted him, it meant you could trust Shawn and Raul too. You had gotten adjusted to how blunt they were, you had grown up in a house with your family and some of the werewolf issues but not all of them. You were used to having to speak quietly since everyone had overly developed hearing, you were used to pretending you didn’t hear the noises coming from your brother and his girlfriend and the room across from yours.

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All’s Fair in Love & Basketball by @kerwritesthings​

South of the Equator by @kerwritesthings​

Dance Your Way Into My Heart by @kerwritesthings​

Crescendo by @evansweaters​

Safe by @illumecherry​

Fix You by @softboyshawn​

CEO! Peter Series by @elvisp521​

Welcome to the Pack by @softboyshawn​

Gin & Juice by @smallerinfinities​

‘Penny’ in Complicit by @harryandmolly​

‘Adriana’ in Fame by @illumecherry​

Complicit by @harryandmolly​

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Summary: You’re a human who has moved in with the Mendes triplets as their newest housemate. You’ll have to learn to navigate life with werewolves, college classes, and your feelings for each guy.

Read as a Series:

Part One 

Part Two 

Part Three 

Part Four 

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine (Shawn’s Ending)

Part Ten (Raul’s Ending)

Part Eleven (Peter’s Ending)

Read as a Long Fic:

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