#ncodangelo

"hey, babe?"

jason raised his head curiously, his thumbs carefully saving his progress in pokémon x before he snapped his ds shut to give percy his full attention. his boyfriend looked rather introspective and jason couldn't help but wonder just what was on his mind. "yeah?"

"i have a crush on you." percy said so gravely that it took jason several long moments to register his words. "i've had a crush on you since the moment i met you, did you know that?"

jason pressed his fingers together in front of his lips, trying and failing to smother his laughter as he took in percy and all of his innocent, devastatingly handsome glory. they'd been dating for two years and percy had finally come to the conclusion that dating meant he'd harbored a crush.

"well, i'd hope so, or else i'd be wondering just what we were doing in this relationship."

"don't make fun of me! i'm telling you i have a crush on you!" percy whined, draping himself over jason's shoulders and pressing a sweet kiss to the side of his neck. "that's embarrassing."

"not after we've been dating for two years and all of my starters are water types that i name percy. i'm pretty sure it's kind of understood that we have crushes on each other."

percy considered this and snickered softly. "you name your pokémon after me? that's embarrassing."

how did you guess it? i was so ������ when it was revealed

beginning of chapter 7 (yes i just looked back to see where it was that tipped me off) it says: “He’s this quiet black kid who’s supposed to be really smart, but I’ve never heard him speak unless he’s forced to. He leans way back into the corner of the couch, shuffling the toe of one foot against the other, and I never noticed it before, but he’s actually kind of adorable.”

@jacehvrondale @catharinaloss @ncodangelo idk guys i come from spn fandom so i’d say go with the salt. or iron. iron is good too

omg yes 

simon didn’t make it his business to hate any of the customers who came into the store where he happened to work – unless they shoplifted, or something, but even then that was above his pay grade – but there was one customer who absolutely grated on his fragile college student nerves. he was handsome with a gaze that could burn through steel beams, but apparently his mother had never taught him how to fucking fold a shirt back after unfolding it to look at it. 

now, simon was aware that a pretty huge chunk of humanity was guilty of this. in fact, he’d done it more than a few times himself before he actually started working retail and realized the awful error of his ways. but what made this customer worse than all of his other customers was he’d take the now messy shirts and just fucking– toss them somewhere else where they didn’t even belong. 

the next time simon caught him he wasn’t sure that his manager would be able to hold him back from shoving the offending fabric so far down the customer’s throat that he had no hope of extracting it himself. that next time happened to be right before simon’s lunch break where his nerves were at their worst after being hangry and sneaking moments of study on his phones. 

the infuriatingly handsome customer absently dropped a shirt right on top of the display simon was straightening up. as he started to fume, captain america’s demonic brother wandered over to another display and fussed around with those shirts. simon snapped the shirt open and blinked when a slip of paper fell out of it onto the shelf. …huh. 

get lunch with me? – jace 

M E G. 

meg, i love you. i love your love for nico di angelo because never before have i had someone who i could directly relate to with my aggressive love of my small death son. your hair is Bomb and you’re Bomb and i’m so very glad we’re friends.