Annabeth, on the other hand— Jason had never met someone close to his own age. Someone like him. The wicked dagger she had strapped to her flannel pajamas glinted in the low light of the room. It was the same material as Thalia's spear.

“Where were you going?” he asked her when it seemed like his sister and Luke had no intention to make them part of their conversation.

Annabeth frowned and started unlacing and lacing her sneakers. The soles lit up whenever she tapped her foot.

“Away,” was the only thing she said.

“Oh,” just like them, “Away from who?”

“Whom,” she immediately corrected. Annabeth scowled harder but didn’t say anything else.

But Jason was nothing if not persistent when confronted with loaded silences. Thalia Grace was his sister, after all.

“Your mom or your dad?”

She unlaced her shoes so brusquely the shoelaces snapped and slapped her hand. Annabeth looked at them like they were the reason behind all her problems.

“Stepmother,” she finally said.

Jason blinked. He forgot people could have more than just one mom and dad.

“And you?” Stormy grey eyes seemed to pierce him with their intensity. “I told you mine, you have to tell me yours.”

“Our mom,” he shrugged. “We don’t really have a dad.”

“Everyone has a dad,” Annabeth argued. “I mean, biologically.”

“We don’t,” Jason insisted. “What does bio-logic-ally mean?”

“Anything that has a relation with living organisms,” Annabeth recited like she was reading the words out of a dictionary. She took a big breath. “For example—”

“We do have a dad,” Thalia interrupted before she could go further with her lecture. Both Annabeth and Jason turned to look at the older demigods. They apparently had stopped talking a while ago. “Jason never met him but we have a father. Not that it really matters anyway.”

He got up and dropped himself next to his sister. Thalia immediately turned to him and brushed his messy bangs back. No one said anything while the Grace siblings stared at each other, electric blue against sky blue.

“Did you decide where are we going next?” Jason asked out loud. Apparently sibling telepathy didn’t cover every subject in existence, Annabeth thought.

“Luke said we can go to his house to gather some supplies.”

“Thalia needs something to treat her leg and I think we have—” Luke started to explain.

Two pairs of eyes trained on him.

“I know.” “We know.”

Luke put his palms up when they both frowned at him. “I was just answering his question.”

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don't mind me, just leaving a small excerpt of the next chapter of 'there's thunder in our hearts' because im weak and i cant help sharing the first convo between annabeth and jason

Jason and Thalia as children of Zeus, a lifetime of promises and their efforts to keep them.

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Oh gosh, I can't believe I finally posted this fic. I got the idea for this au seven years ago and I think in the coming months I'll be able to write it like I wanted so long ago.

I'm actually pretty excited and I'm already working in the second chapter. Let me tell you, it's been a ride to read my old drafts and try to polish them and piece them together in some semblance of a story.

I guess this is my official comeback to the jasico fandom?

(Tagging @seafoamsandwhich and @hornsandhoney who asked me to let them know whenever I got the first chapter up)

“What are you guys doing?”

Jason jumped to his feet. Hazel was looking at them, the ghost of a smile over her features. Nico got up at a much more sedated pace while Jason stumbled along a reply.

“Nothing! I mean,” he scratched his neck. “Nico was waiting for you! And I, uh, was waiting with him.”

Nico narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said you couldn’t go in there either because the horses were scared of you too.”

“Well,” Jason’s blush came back with a vengeance and he was definitely avoiding his gaze now. “They don’t! Or at least they didn’t until a couple of years ago, really new development there.”

Jason took a breath and seemed to finally notice the unimpressed look both siblings of the Underworld were giving him. He wilted a bit.

“Anyway, I, uh, have already stolen too much of your time so I’m just gonna,” he pointed at a random point behind him. “Go do Praetor stuff, you know, very serious and responsible stuff.”

Hazel looked like she was trying really hard not to laugh. “See you at dinner?”

He looked at her like she hung the sun and stars. “Yeah! See you at dinner, Hazel!” Skittish blue eyes met Nico’s only to scamper right away. “Um, it was good talking to you, Nico! Okay bye!”

And with a resolute breath, Jason Grace turned around and escaped.

Nico sighed. “Well, that was painful to watch.”

Sometimes, especially after grueling night shifts which left him feeling more like a hollow carcass than a human being, he remembered how Nico’s lips had felt against his mouth. How solid his body had felt, broader, thrumming with energy but a comforting weight against him. The warmth of his breath fanning over his cheeks. The roughness of his hands.

And he mourned.

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guess who finished her jasico fic after four whole years?

yes, that’s right, I could finally write an ending I was proud of for these two unlikely lovers who find each other again.

I hope it’s a nice parting piece for everyone who came along with me for this ride.

Aizawa Shōta can stand the bitter cold, can work without actual natural light and even thrive on the minimum amount of social interaction that comes with working in one of the most isolated places in the planet. But he can’t deal with Yagi Toshinori’s smiles, his encouraging words and his apparently infinite knowledge of astronomy. 

Aizawa and Yagi are two scientists working on a research mission in Antarctica during the winter, the neverending night as their only witness.

the luck i've had can make a good man turn bad

i meant to make a more fleshed out companion piece to my erasermight fic halley’s comet with alternative universe scenes or more reunions but i never came around to finish it so i’m just gonna post what i had here because i want it to see the light of day, i actually quite liked what i had so far.

if you dont feel like reading the original story, it’s an au where yagi and aizawa met in the first workplace experience aizawa had while they both were in high school.

before.

“Ah, Aizawa!”

Shōta flinched and turned around. The 1-B class had moved to the training grounds to hold a practical exercise with the two top students of Yūei and now one of them was jogging towards him. Shōta looked at him, his eyes inevitably following the movement of blond bangs swinging from side to side.

“Yagi.”

It was…. cute.

“I didn’t know you were in this class!” The way his smile broadened when he caught up to him felt like a bludgeon to the face. “How’ve you been? I didn’t hear from you since---”

“Oooh, does Aizawa have a private tutor for today’s assignment?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yamada---”

“Oh, hi Yamada!” Yagi slightly bowed his head at the loud underclassman. “Thank you again for inviting me to your radio show!”

Any trace of sarcasm in Yamada Hizashi’s face was wiped away by the honest enthusiasm in that voice. Shōta saw how his best friend started to stand on his tiptoes, his center of gravity shifting towards Yagi.

“Ah! I’m so thankful you can appear on my humble attempt at journalism!”

Shōta  frowned. “You call hero gossip ‘journalism’?”

“Aizawa! So mean! It’s not gossip!”

“You always talk about your so called ‘sources’ but I have yet to--”

A soft chuckle made them both look at Yagi. His blue eyes crinckled at the edges and Shōta could see for the very first time how his eyelashes were the same color of his hair. Shōta closed his mouth so fast it made him wince.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh at you! It’s just that--," he tilted his head. “You really make a great pair.”

They blinked almost in synch but while Yamada laughed in his outdoors level yet again, Shōta lowered his head, trying to hide his flaming cheeks behind his hair.

“Oh, right! You met at field training, right? Did Aizawa behave?”

He frowned. “You are the problem child out of the two of us, Yamada.”

“Aizawa, buddy, you flatter me but you do have a nasty mouth of your own.”

“It’s not nasty if I just state the truth.”

Yagi’s head jumped from one face to the other, like he was following a very close tennis match.

“I’m sorry to say no one wants your truth, dude.”

“Aizawa was a great help, really!” Yagi moved his hands in front of him, like he was trying to physically disperse their worries. “Even if his wording was a bit… eh.”

Shōta glared at him on instinct and Yagi scratched his cheek.

“Even Yagi noticed! Were you mean to him, Aizawa? That’s so not cool.”

“I wasn’t,”  Shōta crossed his arms and tried very hard not to look like a sulking child. “Plus, I learned a lot from my guide," Yagi perked up, his eyebrows lifting in anticipation. Shōta felt his face heating up again.

He knew that--- Yamada knew. His annoying best friend had gotten better at reading him and he was sure he was pale enough for him to notice his blush. If Shōta didn’t say what he knew they were expecting, they would just tease him until he gave in. He would probably feel even more embarrassed and end up in an awkward position. It would be better if he made it quick, painless.

Like ripping off a band-aid.

Shōta blinked. “And Yagi, too.”

That earned him a pleased smile and a soft flush colouring still-round cheeks. In the heartbeat before Yamada started cooing at him, Shōta thought it was worth it.

“Does Aizawa have---”

“Hey, Yagi!” They turned their heads towards the voice and were met by a menacing scowl. “Get your ass over here, we have to start the demonstration.”

“Ah, sorry, Todoroki!" He turned back, a slight frown creasing his forehead. “Aizawa, could you stay after class? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Uh--”

“Hurry the fuck up!”

“Coming!”

They saw him jog to the front of the training field where Todoroki waited for him with his hands on his pockets. Shōta blinked. Did he---?

“Did you just get asked out?”

He inhaled. “If you say anything more I swear to god, Yamada, I’ll fill your locker to the brim with cockroaches.”

“Ew! Aizawa, you’re awful!”

this scene probably won’t be part of my spidepool fic, but i was too weak and couldn’t help it, i had to write it.

Peter is 19 and Wade is 21.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

Wade looked up, a cigarette between his lips. His sky blue eyes followed the movement of Peter’s spine as he sat next to him on the ledge of the roof. Peter took off his mask, feeling oddly out of place in his suit and bright yellow jacket.

Wade shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I can get cancer.”

Peter scrunched up his nose. “I guess.”

“Does it bother you?”

Peter made a noncommittal sound. Wade took a long drag and made up a point of blowing the smoke towards the night sky. Peter opened his mouth but stopped at the sight of pale pink lips, drawn together like a flower bud. From this angle Wade’s scars weren’t visible, his cheeks were rosy by the cold and the line of his jaw something close to chiseled marble. He was wearing a black beanie and little tufts of dirty blond hair framed his face. Peter tried to ignore the way something tugged at his chest.

It felt like longing.

“I take it you don’t smoke, then.”

Wade wasn’t looking at him, his eyes lost on the horizon. Peter frowned.

“No, I never had one, to be honest,” he bit his thumb. “Although, I guess my healing factor should protect me from getting cancer as well.”

Wade tilted his head towards him, took another drag. His lips curled around wisps of smoke.

“Wanna try?”

so i’ve been in this fandom for the grand total of 72 hours and saw this art of @strudelcreep and i couldn’t help but to write awkward teenagers spideypool cause the concept sounds so fun to me.

“So, what’s your superpower?”

“My amazing good looks, obviously.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right, well I doubt that helps you fight against villains considering you have your mask on.”

“Don’t sweat the small stuff, Spidey.”

“Come on, you know what mine are,” Peter tried very hard not to sound like he was sulking. Even if he was. “It’s only fair I know what yours is,” Deadpool tilted his head, probably with a retort already on the tip of his tongue so Peter rushed: “Plus, if we are gonna team up more often I need to know so I can count with-- whatever you do.”

A look into the growing relationship between Sawada Tsunayoshi and Hibari Kyoya and how, above else, Tsunayoshi will always protect Kyoyai’s freedom, even from himself.

this is my first entry for the erasermight week under the prompt ‘First Impressions’! 

Last Line Meme

Tagged by @elfgrove

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

i was tagged a million years ago lol sorry for taking so long!

i tag @astarnomical @aqua-twin @hopenobodyeverfindsthis and @agentsnickers

she chose a good date to leave. it’s november, the spring is almost over and the heat of the summer is warming up our heads, and really, this is how i remember her. i can find her in my memories with her face framed by flowers, always in her garden, the zealous guardian of her little piece of heaven. i find her in summer because that was the season that i associate with her, with her old house with the long parking lot, the new house full of bougainvilleas. 

in spring, the two of us in the back seat of my parents car, me too busy reading and she, with her hands too busy in her embroidery. the both of us like odd roommates in those 6 hour long car rides to my house, or back from it. in summer, with the smell of watermelon in the air and having a childish fear of dying from heat stroke.

in september, when she would visit for the holidays and make me mote con huesillo because i was crazy about it. more than once making the mote without the huesillos because maybe we couldnt find them in the market so she’d put the mote in a glass of water with sugar, of orange juice. in coca cola. mami, that tasted awful but i drank it all because you put it in front of me, and, honestly, it would have been a betrayal to not do so. if you put it on the table, then we had to eat it.

so i will find you, in seasons of plenty, of warmth and colors, because that’s what you loved best and that’s what i’ll appreciate the most, in return.