âProblem Solvedâ or âthat wasnât supposed to happenâ! Love love love these, by the way. <600 words and you make me FEEL things about these two idiots đ„°
lmao thank u sm <3 I hope u enjoy this absolute nonsense which totally got away from meÂ
Percy met Grover in middle school and heâs still the nicest person heâs ever known. Which is why he can never say no to him, even when he really wants to. Even when he has the absolute worst track record of setting people up and tells Percy over their lunch one Wednesday that he knows the perfect person for him and they should totally go on a blind date that weekend because sheâs new in town and sheâs really headstrong - just like you! - and he thinks they would be great together.
Percy hates blind dates. Heâs been on four of them - which is far too many, in his opinion - in his life and they were all terrible. Grover had set up two of those, one with a girl who quite honestly scared him and not in a good way, and the other with a guy who Grover worked with and was too far on the hipster side of hippy for Percy to be able to hold down a genuine conversation with. So Percyâs hopes are not high, even if this girl - woman - is someone who Grover knew from when they were kids at the same summer camp and even if sheâs the smartest person he knows and even if the worst that could happen is that he gets a nice dinner out of it.
But Grover is his best friend and he had given him those big doe eyes, full of hope, and Percy had been helpless.
Despite how reluctant he had been to come on this date, heâs still cursing himself for running so late. Percy is many things, but he is not rude and the idea of leaving this woman sitting alone in a restaurant, thinking she has been stood up, makes his stomach twist. When his train finally pulls into the station, he turns his shoulders to weave through the crowd and breathes in sharply at the cold air of the street when he reaches it, taking a moment to orientate himself before starting down the street in a jog towards the restaurant Grover had directed him towards. He doesnât even have her number to text an apology, given Groverâs insistence on this being a blind date. Why, Grover, why?
Percy is panting and a little sweaty when he finally arrives at his destination and he takes a moment to catch his breath before he steps inside, to be met by a smiling hostess who asks him for his reservation details.
âUm. Iâm meeting someone. Annabeth Chase?â
The lady smiles and checks her tablet for a moment before looking up again with that pleasant, customer service smile heâs sure sheâs spent years perfecting.
âYes, sheâs already here. If you go through the main restaurant, your table is in the back room.â
He follows her pointing finger through the busy room and lands on a woman sitting by herself at a table. Heâs too far away to make out anything beyond her blonde hair but he thanks the hostess and makes his way towards the table, wiping his hands on his pants as he goes.
He doesnât know anything about Annabeth. She âdoesnât do social mediaâ according to Grover, who had only childhood photos to show him; along with her display photo which is of her standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial, throwing up a peace sign but too far away to make out anything other than her curly blonde hair.
That hair is currently pulled away from her face in a half up half down sort of thing, leaving her face unobscured and golden ringlets falling over her shoulder. And sheâs...wow, okay. Sheâs super pretty. Sheâs like, Percyâs dream girl level of attractive. He canât really believe that Grover knows somebody like this. Sheâs nursing a glass of wine as she peruses the menu and Percy cringes again at his lateness.
She looks up as he approaches and Percy has never met somebody with grey eyes before but here they are, staring back at him, wide and wonderful. She actually looks him up and down and he tries to let that settle his nerves, rather than thrill them up.
âPercy?â she asks, putting down her wine glass.
âThatâs me. Iâm so sorry Iâm late.â
She stands up, creating an awkward greeting decision for them both which ends up being a hand shake.
âThatâs okay,â she tells him as she grasps his hand. âGrover gave me a bit of warning.â
They let go of each other and take their seats as Percy holds back a groan. âI dread to think what he told you about me.â
Annabethâs smile is full of secrets. âI promise you he was very kind. I donât think he can be anything other than kind. He just told me you donât have great time management.â
She says the last part into her glass of wine, meeting his eyes over the top of the glass, like a challenge. Percy shakes his head, having no counter-argument to that comment.
âIâm curious what he told you about me,â she says when he doesnât offer a verbal response.
Percy picks up his menu to avoid eye contact. âThatâs youâre really cool and really smart and probably out of my league, honestly.â
That startles a laugh out of her which he has to look up and see. The smile pushes a dimple into her left cheek and the compliment sends a rush of pink to her complexion as she shakes her head.
âLike I said, he canât be anything other than kind.â
âYouâre not wrong. But also, neither does he seem to be.â
Annabeth meets his eye. Percy is not one for suave charm. His mother has told him countless times that he is charming, but sheâs his mom, so it really doesnât count. He is not a natural flirt, heâs too self-aware and lacking in confidence to ever pull it off. But heâs not going to sit here and not compliment the most beautiful woman heâs ever been fortunate enough to have dinner with.
They are interrupted by the waiter who has arrived to take their orders and Percy picks one of the first things he sees on the menu, eager to get back to their conversation, as premature as it had been.
âSo,â he says when they are alone again. âGrover said youâre new in town?â
âOh. I mean, Iâve been here four months, so I suppose I still am. Iâm from here though, originally.â
âRight. Grover said something about Camp?â
Annabeth smiles. âOh man. Yeah, that place was my whole childhood. I lived with my mom in the city but she was busy so much that I became pretty much full time at camp. Then my mom decided to ship me off to live with my dad in San Francisco. And the rest is, uh, history.â
âSo what brought you back?â
âIâve always wanted to come back here. I even ran away from my dadâs a few times, but didnât get very far.â
âNo way?â
âYeah. Turns out a thirteen year old with a backpack full of jerky and capri sun didnât have much chance of travelling cross country.â
âSounds like you had a fighting chance.â
Annabethâs smile is rueful. âWell I got dragged back home and ended up staying until I finished grad school before I managed to follow through on my escape plans.â
âCongratulations then.â He lifts his glass in cheers and their glasses clink together delicately.
âThank you so much.â
âWhat did you study at grad school?â
âArchitecture.â
âOh shit. Grover was right about the smart thing.â
Annabeth rolls her eyes, but she is smiling too and she doesnât deny the compliment. Percy has always known that he likes confidence. His friend, Beckendorf, calls it a competency kink which is mildly mortifying and something that Percy does not want to be thinking about right now.
âOkay, enough about me,â Annabeth announces. âI want to know more about the nicest guy Grover knows.â
Her tone is teasing but in a way that makes Percy want to blurt out his life story to her. And he doesnât quite do that, but it comes close, and Annabeth gently teases him through the whole thing. She laughs at his bad jokes and makes him laugh even more in return and truly, Percy does not want the night to end. They drag things out over dinner and dessert and then the Limoncello which the waiter convinces them into having.
Itâs needless anyway, when they leave the restaurant and begin walking in the same direction without saying a word about it, continuing their conversation from the table. Percy has no clue where they are walking, he just follows her lead, hanging off of her every word. Then sheâs announcing that theyâve reached her building and sheâs standing on the step so their eyes are level and they havenât kissed yet but their arms have been brushing together on the walk, sending shivers through Percy despite the thick jacket he wears.
Those grey eyes are blinking at him and her pink lip is bitten beneath her teeth and her cheeks are rosy from the chill of the evening and Percy wants in a way he doesnât remember wanting somebody before. Not least on a first date.
His breath spills out in a cloud between them as he steps closer and Annabethâs hand is icy cold on his neck but he doesnât pull away. He wants to pull her close and warm her up. But in the end, heâs not the one who closes that distance, grasping the collar of his jacket and the back of his neck as she draws him in. Her lips are cold too, but not for long. Percy finds himself inexplicably drawn to her, against and around her as they kiss and kiss in the cold New York evening. He doesnât want to allow any space to come between them again and is grateful that she apparently feels the same way.
âDo you,â she says, breathily, with her arms still wrapped around his shoulders. âDâyou wanna come up?â
Percy takes one look her eyes, the grey of her irises almost obliterated by wide, black pupils, and knows he will never be able to say no to this woman. Not that he wants to. His answer is a smiling kiss pressed against hers as he moves up onto the step to crowd her against the front door. And Annabeth just pulls him closer.
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Annabeth groans as she stretches awake in her bed, feeling the sheets slide over her bare skin as she slowly wakes up. Sheâs alone, which is not how she fell asleep, and immediately feels a rush of anxiety clench her chest tight as she imagines her date having slipped out of the apartment before she woke.
But then she hears a clatter from outside the bedroom, followed by a curse and the smell of coffee. And she realises that Percy didnât flee. The thought of him clumsily trying to master her coffee machine in his boxers brings a smile to her face and that tightness in her chest is replaced with a spreading warmth as she pulls herself upright against the headboard.
A moment later, Percy walks through the door with two cups in hand and smiles when he sees her.
âGood morning,â he greets her.
Annabeth smiles. âMorning. I thought for a second that you had gone.â
Percy hands her one of the mugs and carefully sits on the bed. He is, in fact, just wearing his boxers, and he looks just gorgeous with his mussed hair and bare skin all on show.
He scoffs. âAs if.â
She grins into her coffee, keeping an arm over her chest to hold the sheet in place there. He had seen it all last night, but still.
âThat...wasnât supposed to happen,â she says after she has taken a sip of coffee. Itâs good. He had managed to win the fight with her fickle machine.
âWhat?â
âUm. Last night. I didnât plan to take you home.â
âOh. I didnât assume that you had.â He shifts on the bed, folding one leg under the other and keeping a careful hold of his mug. âDo you regret it?â
âOh, god no,â she says, too quickly, but canât find herself to regret it as that wonderful smile spreads over Percyâs face. âI think itâs probably the best decision Iâve made since I decided to come back to New York.â
âWell,â he says, blushing all the way to his ears and trying to hide behind his coffee. âI canât argue with that.â
They are both quiet for a moment as they drink their coffee, stealing glances and shifting closer in the large bed as they both slowly wake up and Annabeth is filled with absurd thoughts of waking up with this man tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that. She just doesnât want him to leave, canât quite bear the idea of him walking out of her door and not seeing him again. So she makes a decision. Playing her empty mug on the bedside table, she gathers the sheets around herself and moves into Percyâs space, forcing him to abandon his own coffee.
âSo, what do you think about breakfast?â she asks, maneuvering herself into his lap.
Percyâs arms move around her as if on instinct. âI love breakfast.â
âOkay. How about breakfast with me?â
He smiles, like fucking sunshine. âEven better.â
âOkay,â she says.
Percy laughs and shifts so they are more firmly on the bed. The movement causes her sheet to drop some but she doesnât move to cover herself and Percy doesnât complain.
âOkay,â he tells her. âBreakfast it is.â
They donât make it out of bed until after midday and wind up getting a late lunch instead, not that Annabeth is complaining. While Percy is in the shower, she sends a thank you text to Grover and feels her chest fill up with that warmth again when he replies telling her Percy had sent the same text several hours ago.
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I have recently gotten into the Jilly fandom and have absolutely looooved your works! I heard you have a test today (or maybe you already did?) and I just wanted to say that I hope you do well! And I hope that you know your writing is absolutely amazing. Thanks for sharing your talent with us đ
oh man this is just too kind! thank you so much, and welcome to jily fandom! we're glad to have you! thank you for the sweet words about my works, I'm so glad to share them with lovely people like you!
âđŒ - why did you start writing/what was your inspiration?
đ€- favorite trope to write?
(Whichever you feel inspired to answer! Thanks for inspiring me đ)
aww thank you, you're so sweet :""")
đ» - Random fact about yourself
you guys are getting so many facts about me LOLLL. here's one that will date me: the first CD i remember buying for myself was avril lavigne's the best damn thing
Hi! Iâm a new follower and already love you blog!! Um, I saw a whole bunch of your fics recs and I totally understand if you donât want to do any more, but Iâm a very fall mood and wondered if you had any Halloween/Fall-centric fic recs! Again, love your blog and thanks for all you do for this fandom đ
Hiâ„ Thank you so much, sweetheart!
Sure, here:
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Ned the Dumbwaiter by whumphoarder Peter gets horribly sick on Halloween night and his very overwhelmed Guy In The Chair attempts to take care of him. But when both boys find themselves in over their heads, Tony takes over.
13 nights of halloween by killerqueenwrites 13 halloween prompts, from spooky to angsty to fluffy.
Peter Parker's October by happyaspie A collection of related short stories that center around fall/Halloween. Everything from pumpkin spice lattes to Halloween night.
You Broke Tony by whumphoarder Peter stumbles into the tower one evening, clearly injured and in need of assistance. Cue a very agitated and sleep deprived Tony trying to make sense of what happened.
Friendly Neighborhood Craft Project by whumphoarder Through a convoluted series of events, ten-year-old Cassie Lang is in New York and missing a costume on Halloween. Peter, his aunt, and his long suffering mentor all come to her rescue, hot glue guns a-blazing.
The Prank by blondsak âKid, you couldnât be scary if you tried.âA pause on the other end. âIs that a dare?â Tony rolled his eyes. âTell you what, if you actually manage to scare me, Iâll get you and Ted movie premiere passes to that upcoming Star Wars film you keep going on about.â
To Infinity... and Beyond! by superhusbands4ever (Potterwatch97) Halloween in coming up and after watching a certain toy themed movie, Peter knows exactly what he wants to be. He's just going to need a little bit of help.
slow down, you crazy child by hailingstars Peter dresses like Tony Stark for Halloween and Tony has Feelings about it while worrying his kid is working too hard.
That Time Peter Went Trick or Treating by Supernaturalislifeforyouandme It's Halloween, how could Peter not go trick or treating? His costume is a surprise to Tony, however.
Trick or Treat (or Traumatize) by awesomesockes, whumphoarder In which Hulk destroys a mannequin factory, Tony gets sued by his boarding school childhood rival, and Peter accidentally chops off his own finger.
A monster among us by frostysunflowers For Peter, the best thing about fall is the leaves.Â
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Again, love your blog and thanks for all you do for this fandom
Hi! I hope youâve had an absolutely lovely day, Marko! For the send a character thing....Peter? Basic, I know, but Iâm v curious about your first impression?
First impression
Ok well I watched the Spidey cartoons before watching any of the movies, so my first impression of the cartoon Peter was WOAAAAH HES SO COOL AAAAA and he was my favorite superhero for a long time (well he an iron man were pretty neck-and-neck but if I had to choose, itâs Peter). So when I found out he was gonna be in the MCU, I was SO EXCITED MAN. And dude from the MOMENT we first saw him in Civil War I fucking loved him.Â
Impression now
Basically the same as the first impression but multiplied 10x. Heâs just the best. I love him so much man.Â
Favorite moment
Every single moment ever. But also I love this part:Â
The way Bucky looks at him like âholy fuck I just tried to KO a kidâ
Idea for a story
LITERALLY SO MANY OH MY GOD. I do have an idea for a wingfic for sure, and Iâve been planning it for a while so hopefully Iâll get started on writing that someday haha
Unpopular opinion
Hmmm, idk that itâs an unpopular opinion, but there are plenty of people who disagree: MCU spidey (Tom Holland) is the best Spider-Man. He just is man, I love his personality and kindness, heâs just the best.Â
Favorite relationship
His father-son relationship with Tony is my favorite for sure, as Iâm certain is obvious lol. I will say tho I love his Aunt and Ned too, theyâre amazing and I love how much they care about him
Favorite headcanon
I have a headcanon that he has to eat in the middle of the night to keep up with his metabolism (Cap has to as well) and he calls the midnight meal Munch because itâs Midnight Lunch haha
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Hi! Sorry if this is weird, but if youâre not too busy and stuff, I was just curious...do you have favorite St Davidâs Day traditions or anything? Iâve always loved Wales (I am a proud descendant of Welsh grandparents!) and want to learn more about how today is celebrated! Anyway, Cymru am byth ond dydd GĆ”yl Dewi hapus đ
diolch a dydd gĆ”yl dewi hapus i ti đ„° to be honest the only tradition I keep is getting daffodils. when we were in school we would usually pin one to our school uniforms but I donât quite manage to do that anymore lmao. anyway hereâs a pic of my daffs today
Hey friend đ happy FFWF and happy (late) thanksgiving if you celebrate it! My question for you today is: have you ever drawn art for a fanfic, or written fanfic based on art? Or has art ever been drawn for your own fic? Share the fic and the art, if so! đ
Happy FFWF! Iâve written fanfic based on art! Tea for Tony is based on this piece of art by @broskepol! Funnily enough, before I wrote that, she also a picture for me based off Blanket Forts and Midnight Stories! I couldnât find the picture to link it here unfortunately, but I have it saved to my computer because I loved it so much haha:Â