hi! i'm lilac and this is my writing side blog. i write/post fanfic and the occasional short story or essay.
about me: i took approximately a year and a half break from writing fanfic but now im back! i've only written four works so far so it's not very much of a masterlist but we'll get there!
masterlist:
OPHSAU
Its Good To See Your Face- Valgrace
On My Mind- Valgrace
Glitch- Valgrace
ships i write/plan to write:
OdyPen (EPIC: The Musical)
Valgrace (Heroes of Olympus)
Percabeth (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)
Phinabella (Phineas and Ferb)
projects i plan to work on:
i have some old Locklyle fics from a year and a half ago and i might rework them?
i would love to just write high school and college AUs for every ship ever.
Prompt: okay actually you know what's so funny. the moodboard i posted yesterday was supposed to be for today and today was supposed to be for yesterday and i just now realized that. anYWAY-
short fic and moodboard under the cut
as always, cross posted on ao3
oh listen to glitch by taylor swift whilst you read
Jason wasn’t exactly sure when the switch had happened.
Originally, he and Leo had been in separate apartments, because Leo was living with Piper long before they ever met Jason. Jason moved to the city to be closer to them, but he never asked about moving in with them. First of all, there was no room. Three people in that already tiny studio apartment would have been actual torture. Secondly, Leo and Piper had their own thing going on. He didn’t want to shove himself into their friendship.
And things were working out. Jason saw Leo and Piper almost every day. Occasionally he would spend the night, but they kept their sleeping spaces at a healthy distance.
Then Piper got a girlfriend. She was rarely at her and Leo’s apartment anymore, only coming back to grab her favorite ramen packet or more contact solution.
With Piper out of the house, Leo couldn’t handle the silence. Slowly, he started spending more time over at Jason’s place, spending the night a few times a week until he had his own toothbrush and a drawer in Jason’s room.
Once Piper moved in with Shel, Leo couldn’t afford the New York rent by himself so he moved in with Jason full time. Their toothbrushes sat next to each other by the bathroom sink. Leo’s favorite orange juice now had a spot on the side of the fridge.
Jason’s apartment was big enough for Leo to have his own room and his own bed but somehow he spent more time in Jason’s. He claimed it was because of nightmares, but eventually he started going to bed with Jason instead of coming in at midnight.
And so they were sleeping together. But it wasn’t weird, because it made sense for them. They shared blankets until one day Leo accused Jason of being a blanket hog. The next day they made a trip to Costco to buy extras, just for Leo.
Their bedtime chats quickly became Jason’s favorite part of the day. Laying on his side, facing Leo, listening to him excitedly talk about whatever new ideas he had… it was good. Jason didn’t think about his feelings too much. He didn’t want to complicate anything. Him and Leo were just… him and Leo.
Except for the day they kissed. It wasn’t a big special moment, just them in their bed. Until Leo looked at Jason, his eyes softened, and he cupped Jason’s face in his hand. And then they kissed.
And so kisses became normal. They kissed before work, before bed. There were goodnight kisses and good morning kisses. They kissed when they saw each other; they kissed when they said goodbye.
There wasn’t necessarily a label on it, but when people asked, Jason could call Leo his partner and Leo would do the same. They were partners and they were in a relationship that made sense to them.
And before Jason could figure it out, there had been a switch.
Leo sat on top of Piper’s roof, kicking his feet over the side. He sighed. “Pipes, is it bad that this is the most fun I’ve had in months?”
“Depends. Are you not having fun back home?”
Leo had been living at the Waystation in Indiana with Calypso, Georgie, and his two adoptive moms and it had been great. They were great; he loved his family. But lately, something with Calypso had just seemed… off?
He came to visit Piper in Oklahoma for the weekend, just to clear his head and see her again. So now they were sitting on Piper’s roof, lawn chairs abandoned in favor of kicking their shoes off their feet and onto the grass. They had gotten bottles of root beer from their nearest QuikTrip. By ‘nearest,’ Leo learned it was still about a half hour drive from the house, even with them pushing sixty miles an hour.. Man, Piper really lived out in the middle of nowhere. It had been a while, but seeing Piper made him realize just how much he missed Jason.
He and Jason had been IMing constantly the past few months. With Jason all the way in California at his fancy boarding school in the gosh darn Midwest, it had become infinitely more complicated for them to hang out than for Leo to just fly Festus a few states over to Oklahoma.
Jason was… well, to put it simply, Jason was everything. He was the kindest, smartest, best person Leo knew. Jason was his #1 person to ask for advice, a hug, literally anything. If he could have, Leo would have spent every day just talking to Jason.
“Leo? Is everything okay with you and Calypso?” Piper asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. She was wearing her regular uniform, an old pink flannel and some ripped jeans.
“Everything’s… fine. I’m fine, she’s fine. We’re all fine and dandy. Why?”
“You’ve barely mentioned her this whole weekend, and when you do, it’s with a grimace on your face.”
They sat there in silence while Leo tried to process. “Pipes, if I’m being completely honest, the spark died. It died a while ago. Like, someone poured a bucket of water on the pile of wood. It feels like all we do is argue now. And not even in a fun way, we just hate each other. I miss being able to say whatever and not have to worry about her taking it the wrong way and getting all bitchy about it. It’s not as easy as it is with you and Jason.”
“Hmm,” Piper sipped her root beer. “Have you talked to Jason lately?”
Leo was startled at the sudden subject change. “We talked a bit last week, but not really, no.”
Piper nodded. “I think you need to talk to Jason before I give you any advice.”
“What? Why? And what do you think we need to talk about?”
“Just fly to California,” she insisted. “I think things will seem a lot clearer.”
“Piper, I just need advice.”
“And my advice is for you to go to California now. I’ll pack you a lunch. I hope you like pineapple.”
With that, Piper stood up and climbed down the ladder back into the house, leaving Leo there with lukewarm root beer and a lot of unanswered questions.
Before Leo knew it, he was flying Festus west. He got about eight different Iris messages from Calypso during his flight; he ignored all of them. Once he landed in Pasadena, he shrunk Festus down into a suitcase.
“Now where the fuck am I supposed to find this school?”
Leo knew the name of it (Edgarton Boarding and Day School); he’d seen it on Jason’s sweatshirts when they’d IM. But that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t have a phone or a GPS and apparently paper maps just weren’t a thing anymore. He contemplated going to the nearest Triple A, to see if they had anything, but then he realized he didn’t even know where that was.
“Oh shit, hold up,” he said to Festus, still a suitcase. “I literally have a tool belt for stuff like this. And now I’m talking to my suitcase, great. Everyone will think I’m crazy.”
The Festus-suitcase sat there as if to say “People already think you’re crazy.”
Leo didn’t know what he was doing. Flying out to California without a plan, just to see Jason? What the actual fuck was going on?
Somehow, he made it out to the school. He scanned the grounds, looking for someone who seemed like they knew stuff. He found a guy with a red lanyard around his neck and a shirt that read “Edgarton Student Government.” Seemed like a safe bet.
“Hey man, quick question. Do you know Jason Grace? Can you point me to where his dorm is?”
“Oh yeah, Jason. Are you Leo? He talks about you a lot,” the guy responded. He had weird vibes, but not in a bad way. More like Leo couldn’t read him easily. Okay, Leo couldn’t read a lot of people easily but this guy was different. Was he queer? Was he straight? Usually Leo picked up on that fast, but not with “Jeremy”, as Leo had now dubbed him.
“Yeah, I’m Leo. Funny story, actually, Jason has no clue I’m here right now.”
“Oh dang,” ‘Jeremy’ responded, leading him into the building. “How far did you come? Where do you live?”
“Uh… Indiana.”
“Oh shit, bro. You flew to LA from Indiana? I don’t even want to know what the plane fare was.”
“Haha… yeah. Hurt my wallet with that one.” Leo scratched the back of his head.
They stopped in front of an elevator, ‘Jeremy’ pressed the up button. “This is where I’ll leave you. I don’t want to intrude or anything. Third floor, turn right and it’ll be the fifth door on the right, room 330. Just a quick warning, put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign in front of the door. Our doors don’t lock. Have fun with your boyfriend.”
Without another word, ‘Jeremy’ walked away, leaving Leo confused. His boyfriend? Was that what Jason had been telling people?
Leo didn’t know how to feel about that. Obviously, Jason was like, the number one person in his life. He cared about Jason a shit ton. And boyfriend was… a label. But they weren’t boyfriends, because Leo was still dating Calypso.
Ah fuck, Leo was still dating Calypso.
The elevator beeped vehemently and the doors opened, shocking Leo out of his thoughts. He lugged Festus behind him into the elevator and pressed the button. A little voice in the back of his head told him to press all of them and see what would happen but he ignored it; he was on a mission.
Once the elevator doors opened, Leo had to use the little hand-trick thingy to figure out which way was left and which way was right. He turned and counted the doors until he was staring it in the face. “330- Jason Grace and Osvaldo Torres.”
A pang hit Leo in the chest. Jason was living with another guy. That shouldn’t have bothered him. This was a boarding school; of course they had shared dorms. But the thought of Jason living and seeing and spending time with someone that wasn’t Leo… it just rubbed him the wrong way.
Leo knocked on the door and was met by a blonde guy in a worn white T-shirt and purple flannel sweatpants. His glasses slid down his nose and his hair was tousled. That little scar on his lip- it was still there. Same as it had always been.
“Leo!” Jason tackled him with a hug, knocking Leo backward. “Holy shit, you’re here.”
“Hey, Superman,” Leo grinned, settling into the hug. Jason gripped him tightly, like he couldn’t believe Leo was there and was scared he’d disappear.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re here. I missed you.” Jason pulled Leo into his dorm and closed the door behind them. There was a guy sitting on the bed closest to the door. He was tall and had dark straight hair. Osvaldo, Leo assumed.
“Leo, this is Ozzy. He’s my roommate.”
“Hey man,” Ozzy waved. “Nice to meet you; Jason’s talked about you.”
“So I’ve heard,” Leo joked.
Jason balked. “From who?”
“That one guy. He looked like a surfer dude, kinda like Gavin Casalegno.”
At Jason’s confused look, Leo went to explain. “He’s from this one show Piper and Shel like. Piper and I watched a bit of it when I visited Oklahoma.”
Jason pretended to be offended. “You visited Piper before me? How dare you. But how is she?”
“She’s good, actually. She got a job at this slushy shop place. She and Shel are going to some concert thing with this one lesbian headliner. I dunno, seems cool.”
Jason smiled. “Good for her. We talked a bit last week, but really just check-ins, making sure the other is still alive. ”
Leo stared at Jason. He had gotten tanner since Leo saw him last, but his hair had gotten even blonder than it already was, which Leo didn’t know was possible. Gods, Jason was gorgeous. Not that Leo was like, gay for him or anything, but it was just a fact of life. Jason was built like a Roman god, which Leo supposed made sense.
Ozzy eyed the two from his bed. “I’m going to go check in on Sam, see you at dinner or something.”
Jason nodded. “See you later, Ozzy. Take your phone.”
Once Ozzy left, Jason and Leo sat on Jason’s bed in comfortable silence. They didn’t need to talk, they were together and it was good. The comforter was navy and his sheets were light blue. That wasn’t a thing Leo needed to know, but now he did.
Eventually, Jason cleared his throat. “So, I’ve been doing some thinking. And I talked to Piper. And I realized something.”
“Okay?”
“Leo, I just- I don’t know how to say this. I don’t know how you’re going to react and I don’t want you to like, feel any different about me or us because that would suck and I just-”
“Jay. Just say it. Nothing could change how much I care about you.”
“Leo, I’m gay,” Jason hesitated. “Or bi. Or something of that sort. I am romantically interested in men.”
Leo blinked. “Okay, cool. So… you and Ozzy, is that a thing?”
Jason laughed shakily. “Holy shit, bro, I was so anxious and for that? But no, not at all. Ozzy's boyfriend, Sam, lives here too and I swear they’re getting married the day we graduate. I mean like, full disclosure and stuff, Ozzy and I kissed once at the beginning of the year, but I don’t have feelings for him at all.”
“Oh?” Leo’s voice cracked. “You kissed him?”
Jason winced. “Yeah, but it wasn’t like, a thing.”
At Leo’s expression, Jason quickly elaborated. “We’re not interested in each other, man. I don’t like him. I have feelings for someone else, not Ozzy. Believe me, I thought I liked Ozzy but then I realized I didn’t and I was just trying to get him to fill the void of someone else as like, a rebound. But Ozzy and I, we’re not a thing. We’re just good friends.”
“So not a gay ‘Oh my god they were roommates’ type situation?”
“Nope. Not at all. So, why’d you fly to Pasadena? Just miss me that much?” Jason joked, changing the subject.
“Sort of. Uh, Calypso and I are, uh, shit this sounds dumb, struggling.”
“Oh?” Jason’s voice cracked. “How so?”
“We just…” Leo sighed. “Ugh, I don’t even fucking know, man. She just hates me for literally everything at this point. And she keeps talking about stuff like I’m supposed to get it but bro, it goes over my head half the time because she keeps talking in this weird-ass nuanced bullshit. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t even like her anymore. I don’t even know if I liked her that much in the first place.”
They sat there in silence for a few moments until Jason spoke up. “Leo, I think you need to break up with her. You’re not happy, she’s not happy. Just end it.”
Leo groaned. “Gods, I hate that you’re right. I just wish that we had been able to make it work, like Percy and Annabeth. But I just didn’t feel that way about her.”
They laid there next to each other and a switch went off in Leo’s brain. “Hey Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know you’re gay?”
Jason didn’t say anything for a while. Leo fiddled with the cuff of his jacket while he tried to wait patiently. Eventually, Jason sighed. “Do you honestly want to know?”
Leo nodded. “Yeah.”
“You, Leo. I knew because of you.”
Leo stood up from the bed, nearly tripping over the comforter and his own feet. “I need to call Calypso.” He rushed towards the door.
Jason stared at him across the room in awe. “What the fuck?”
“What?”
“Dude, I just told you that you were my gay awakening and that I have feelings for you. And instead of being like ‘Oh, okay.’ or ‘Thanks for telling me something so fucking scary,’ your first reaction is to call your girlfriend? What the fuck?”
“Ex-girlfriend.”
“Huh?”
Leo cleared his throat. “Ex-girlfriend. I’m calling her to break up with her. Just give me a second, Grace, I gotta tie up some loose ends before I kiss you.”
Leo sat on top of Piper’s roof, kicking his feet over the side. He sighed. “Pipes, is it bad that this is the most fun I’ve had in months?”
“Depends. Are you not having fun back home?”
Leo had been living at the Waystation in Indiana with Calypso, Georgie, and his two adoptive moms and it had been great. They were great; he loved his family. But lately, something with Calypso had just seemed… off?
He came to visit Piper in Oklahoma for the weekend, just to clear his head and see her again. So now they were sitting on Piper’s roof, lawn chairs abandoned in favor of kicking their shoes off their feet and onto the grass. They had gotten bottles of root beer from their nearest QuikTrip. By ‘nearest,’ Leo learned it was still about a half hour drive from the house, even with them pushing sixty miles an hour.. Man, Piper really lived out in the middle of nowhere. It had been a while, but seeing Piper made him realize just how much he missed Jason.
He and Jason had been IMing constantly the past few months. With Jason all the way in California at his fancy boarding school in the gosh darn Midwest, it had become infinitely more complicated for them to hang out than for Leo to just fly Festus a few states over to Oklahoma.
Jason was… well, to put it simply, Jason was everything. He was the kindest, smartest, best person Leo knew. Jason was his #1 person to ask for advice, a hug, literally anything. If he could have, Leo would have spent every day just talking to Jason.
“Leo? Is everything okay with you and Calypso?” Piper asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. She was wearing her regular uniform, an old pink flannel and some ripped jeans.
“Everything’s… fine. I’m fine, she’s fine. We’re all fine and dandy. Why?”
“You’ve barely mentioned her this whole weekend, and when you do, it’s with a grimace on your face.”
They sat there in silence while Leo tried to process. “Pipes, if I’m being completely honest, the spark died. It died a while ago. Like, someone poured a bucket of water on the pile of wood. It feels like all we do is argue now. And not even in a fun way, we just hate each other. I miss being able to say whatever and not have to worry about her taking it the wrong way and getting all bitchy about it. It’s not as easy as it is with you and Jason.”
“Hmm,” Piper sipped her root beer. “Have you talked to Jason lately?”
Leo was startled at the sudden subject change. “We talked a bit last week, but not really, no.”
Piper nodded. “I think you need to talk to Jason before I give you any advice.”
“What? Why? And what do you think we need to talk about?”
“Just fly to California,” she insisted. “I think things will seem a lot clearer.”
“Piper, I just need advice.”
“And my advice is for you to go to California now. I’ll pack you a lunch. I hope you like pineapple.”
With that, Piper stood up and climbed down the ladder back into the house, leaving Leo there with lukewarm root beer and a lot of unanswered questions.
Before Leo knew it, he was flying Festus west. He got about eight different Iris messages from Calypso during his flight; he ignored all of them. Once he landed in Pasadena, he shrunk Festus down into a suitcase.
“Now where the fuck am I supposed to find this school?”
Leo knew the name of it (Edgarton Boarding and Day School); he’d seen it on Jason’s sweatshirts when they’d IM. But that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t have a phone or a GPS and apparently paper maps just weren’t a thing anymore. He contemplated going to the nearest Triple A, to see if they had anything, but then he realized he didn’t even know where that was.
“Oh shit, hold up,” he said to Festus, still a suitcase. “I literally have a tool belt for stuff like this. And now I’m talking to my suitcase, great. Everyone will think I’m crazy.”
The Festus-suitcase sat there as if to say “People already think you’re crazy.”
Leo didn’t know what he was doing. Flying out to California without a plan, just to see Jason? What the actual fuck was going on?
Somehow, he made it out to the school. He scanned the grounds, looking for someone who seemed like they knew stuff. He found a guy with a red lanyard around his neck and a shirt that read “Edgarton Student Government.” Seemed like a safe bet.
“Hey man, quick question. Do you know Jason Grace? Can you point me to where his dorm is?”
“Oh yeah, Jason. Are you Leo? He talks about you a lot,” the guy responded. He had weird vibes, but not in a bad way. More like Leo couldn’t read him easily. Okay, Leo couldn’t read a lot of people easily but this guy was different. Was he queer? Was he straight? Usually Leo picked up on that fast, but not with “Jeremy”, as Leo had now dubbed him.
“Yeah, I’m Leo. Funny story, actually, Jason has no clue I’m here right now.”
“Oh dang,” ‘Jeremy’ responded, leading him into the building. “How far did you come? Where do you live?”
“Uh… Indiana.”
“Oh shit, bro. You flew to LA from Indiana? I don’t even want to know what the plane fare was.”
“Haha… yeah. Hurt my wallet with that one.” Leo scratched the back of his head.
They stopped in front of an elevator, ‘Jeremy’ pressed the up button. “This is where I’ll leave you. I don’t want to intrude or anything. Third floor, turn right and it’ll be the fifth door on the right, room 330. Just a quick warning, put a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign in front of the door. Our doors don’t lock. Have fun with your boyfriend.”
Without another word, ‘Jeremy’ walked away, leaving Leo confused. His boyfriend? Was that what Jason had been telling people?
Leo didn’t know how to feel about that. Obviously, Jason was like, the number one person in his life. He cared about Jason a shit ton. And boyfriend was… a label. But they weren’t boyfriends, because Leo was still dating Calypso.
Ah fuck, Leo was still dating Calypso.
The elevator beeped vehemently and the doors opened, shocking Leo out of his thoughts. He lugged Festus behind him into the elevator and pressed the button. A little voice in the back of his head told him to press all of them and see what would happen but he ignored it; he was on a mission.
Once the elevator doors opened, Leo had to use the little hand-trick thingy to figure out which way was left and which way was right. He turned and counted the doors until he was staring it in the face. “330- Jason Grace and Osvaldo Torres.”
A pang hit Leo in the chest. Jason was living with another guy. That shouldn’t have bothered him. This was a boarding school; of course they had shared dorms. But the thought of Jason living and seeing and spending time with someone that wasn’t Leo… it just rubbed him the wrong way.
Leo knocked on the door and was met by a blonde guy in a worn white T-shirt and purple flannel sweatpants. His glasses slid down his nose and his hair was tousled. That little scar on his lip- it was still there. Same as it had always been.
“Leo!” Jason tackled him with a hug, knocking Leo backward. “Holy shit, you’re here.”
“Hey, Superman,” Leo grinned, settling into the hug. Jason gripped him tightly, like he couldn’t believe Leo was there and was scared he’d disappear.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re here. I missed you.” Jason pulled Leo into his dorm and closed the door behind them. There was a guy sitting on the bed closest to the door. He was tall and had dark straight hair. Osvaldo, Leo assumed.
“Leo, this is Ozzy. He’s my roommate.”
“Hey man,” Ozzy waved. “Nice to meet you; Jason’s talked about you.”
“So I’ve heard,” Leo joked.
Jason balked. “From who?”
“That one guy. He looked like a surfer dude, kinda like Gavin Casalegno.”
At Jason’s confused look, Leo went to explain. “He’s from this one show Piper and Shel like. Piper and I watched a bit of it when I visited Oklahoma.”
Jason pretended to be offended. “You visited Piper before me? How dare you. But how is she?”
“She’s good, actually. She got a job at this slushy shop place. She and Shel are going to some concert thing with this one lesbian headliner. I dunno, seems cool.”
Jason smiled. “Good for her. We talked a bit last week, but really just check-ins, making sure the other is still alive. ”
Leo stared at Jason. He had gotten tanner since Leo saw him last, but his hair had gotten even blonder than it already was, which Leo didn’t know was possible. Gods, Jason was gorgeous. Not that Leo was like, gay for him or anything, but it was just a fact of life. Jason was built like a Roman god, which Leo supposed made sense.
Ozzy eyed the two from his bed. “I’m going to go check in on Sam, see you at dinner or something.”
Jason nodded. “See you later, Ozzy. Take your phone.”
Once Ozzy left, Jason and Leo sat on Jason’s bed in comfortable silence. They didn’t need to talk, they were together and it was good. The comforter was navy and his sheets were light blue. That wasn’t a thing Leo needed to know, but now he did.
Eventually, Jason cleared his throat. “So, I’ve been doing some thinking. And I talked to Piper. And I realized something.”
“Okay?”
“Leo, I just- I don’t know how to say this. I don’t know how you’re going to react and I don’t want you to like, feel any different about me or us because that would suck and I just-”
“Jay. Just say it. Nothing could change how much I care about you.”
“Leo, I’m gay,” Jason hesitated. “Or bi. Or something of that sort. I am romantically interested in men.”
Leo blinked. “Okay, cool. So… you and Ozzy, is that a thing?”
Jason laughed shakily. “Holy shit, bro, I was so anxious and for that? But no, not at all. Ozzy's boyfriend, Sam, lives here too and I swear they’re getting married the day we graduate. I mean like, full disclosure and stuff, Ozzy and I kissed once at the beginning of the year, but I don’t have feelings for him at all.”
“Oh?” Leo’s voice cracked. “You kissed him?”
Jason winced. “Yeah, but it wasn’t like, a thing.”
At Leo’s expression, Jason quickly elaborated. “We’re not interested in each other, man. I don’t like him. I have feelings for someone else, not Ozzy. Believe me, I thought I liked Ozzy but then I realized I didn’t and I was just trying to get him to fill the void of someone else as like, a rebound. But Ozzy and I, we’re not a thing. We’re just good friends.”
“So not a gay ‘Oh my god they were roommates’ type situation?”
“Nope. Not at all. So, why’d you fly to Pasadena? Just miss me that much?” Jason joked, changing the subject.
“Sort of. Uh, Calypso and I are, uh, shit this sounds dumb, struggling.”
“Oh?” Jason’s voice cracked. “How so?”
“We just…” Leo sighed. “Ugh, I don’t even fucking know, man. She just hates me for literally everything at this point. And she keeps talking about stuff like I’m supposed to get it but bro, it goes over my head half the time because she keeps talking in this weird-ass nuanced bullshit. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t even like her anymore. I don’t even know if I liked her that much in the first place.”
They sat there in silence for a few moments until Jason spoke up. “Leo, I think you need to break up with her. You’re not happy, she’s not happy. Just end it.”
Leo groaned. “Gods, I hate that you’re right. I just wish that we had been able to make it work, like Percy and Annabeth. But I just didn’t feel that way about her.”
They laid there next to each other and a switch went off in Leo’s brain. “Hey Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know you’re gay?”
Jason didn’t say anything for a while. Leo fiddled with the cuff of his jacket while he tried to wait patiently. Eventually, Jason sighed. “Do you honestly want to know?”
Leo nodded. “Yeah.”
“You, Leo. I knew because of you.”
Leo stood up from the bed, nearly tripping over the comforter and his own feet. “I need to call Calypso.” He rushed towards the door.
Jason stared at him across the room in awe. “What the fuck?”
“What?”
“Dude, I just told you that you were my gay awakening and that I have feelings for you. And instead of being like ‘Oh, okay.’ or ‘Thanks for telling me something so fucking scary,’ your first reaction is to call your girlfriend? What the fuck?”
“Ex-girlfriend.”
“Huh?”
Leo cleared his throat. “Ex-girlfriend. I’m calling her to break up with her. Just give me a second, Grace, I gotta tie up some loose ends before I kiss you.”
Because I love OCs which are family of canon characters ^_^
Feel free to use this prompt list for whatever you want: Drawing, writing, icons, whatever! Just have fun creating OCfamily-related content :3 no deadline.
i'd love to!! however, i can't promise that it will be done by the 18th, i'm pretty busy and it's short notice. i'll try to get it done as fast as i can, but the 18th is not a guarantee.
two questions- is there anything specific you want in the fic? is there anything you do not want in the fic?
my writing motivation has dissipated. the hiatus did more harm than good and now i cannot bring myself to open my computer and log in to reedsy.
however, i really want to write. so put some requests for short one-shots in my inbox and i'll write them! i think that will give me the kick i need to get started again
so as of march 2025, ao3 was attacked by three ai training sites that stole data from any fics that were marked as public and could be accessed by anyone
previously, that was OPHSAU. ophsau is currently the only fic i have on ao3, but i do have some others in the works. in the future, those will all be made private and only available to registered users.
i do also post all of my fics on tumblr, for those who don't use ao3, so you'll still be able to read them without an ao3 account
but i'm very firm on my anti-ai stance and this is one of the ways i'm choosing to stay true to my beliefs
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