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I have a lot of crazy work stories that would make me semi tumblr famous at this point but I think I can only legally tell people about the ~15 bats (yes the mammals) that I have dealt with personally. I do not work at a zoo or any place that you would assume bats frequent. I am ….tired….. and my family wants to sue
Correction 16th bat just arrived
I have a lot of crazy work stories that would make me semi tumblr famous at this point but I think I can only legally tell people about the ~15 bats (yes the mammals) that I have dealt with personally. I do not work at a zoo or any place that you would assume bats frequent. I am ….tired….. and my family wants to sue
i’m so late to this game but thank-you @buellersdayoff for tagging me!
rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters
k — kissing my love by bill withers
n — no choice by tame impala
e — easy by son lux
e — eat by toby nwigwe & fat
l — la vie by ichon
b — been himma by dom vallie
i — i took a ride by caroline rose
t — tell me where to go by bungalow collect
c — comedown by joesef
h — half hour verve by harvey causon
e — everybody by mac miller
s — surrender to me by firecityfunk
tagging: @boop-le-snoot @belladonnabarnes @imgoingtofreakoutnow and whoever else wants to because i am lazy!
@kneel-bitches I'm convinced you're looking into my playlists for some of these songs lol
this looks like fun and it's the start of my long weekend lol
rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters
g — glory days by will jay
a — are you lonesome by the brook & the bluff
l — like a fool by nive & sam kim
a — anything by sza
t — talk like we used to talk by mike dignam
i — if ever by fana hues
a — another lover by little dragon
l — like us by jordan occasionally
l — like you by grae
y — you're mine by cobi
tagging: @melaninhawtie @aniqua @specialk-18 @jin0 @geniedetails @subspider @gardenof-venus @silkscream @ambrosiase @honeystevie @geminixevans-stan @afriendlyblackhottie @boxofbonesfic
im about to take a really really long nap so i’m gonna do this before, thanks @galatially for tagging me <3
rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters
g — guarding the gates by lauryn hill
a — amorous by jesse boykins III
r — revenge by mariah the scientist
d — do not disturb by teyana taylor
e — every kind of way by H.E.R.
n — n side by steve lacy
o — only god can judge me by tupac
f — final form by sampa the great
v — voodoo by shay lia & buddy
e — el preso by fruko y sus tesos
n — never too much by luther vandross
u — best friend by kiana ledé & kehlani
s — sunbathe by tainy & miguel
tagging: @dejawrites @dejwrites @plussizeappreciationfics @prettyb0ykaito @ughitsthena @slytherinchevy @blowmymbackout @goddessofthundathighs @nasty-quillz @queenlovely @zoroknockedmeup @ctrlsznwrites @melaninmarvel
Oh wow, thanks @gardenof-venus for tagging me....i dont even know who to tag 😂
rules: spell your url with song titles and tag as many people as the letters
S- solo by jennie/ sahara by dreamcatcher
L- Love to hate me by blackpink
Y- you should be sad by halsey
T- Take you back by sabrina carpenter
H - hypnotic by zella day
E- Exile by Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver
R- Ring by Selena Gomez / Rise by Jonas Blue
I - I see red by everyone loves an outlaw
N - No roots by Alice Merton
C - Calling all the monster by Thrii and messenger
H - Houdini by AViVA
E - eyes wide open/ exhale by sabrina carpenter
V - Violeta by IZ*ONE
Y - you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish
Tagging: @kdrosebme @mionemymind @leecravesdeath @natasharomanoffismywife @vancityfire13
Honestly anyone who wants to participate, join in pls!
If you think that I can’t do this using only Taylor Swift songs then you are terribly mistaken. @slytherinchevy
K- king of my heart by Taylor Swift
D- daylight by Taylor Swift
R- red by Taylor Swift
O- only the young by Taylor Swift
S- seven by Taylor Swift
E- evermore by Taylor Swift Ft Bon Iver
B- begin again by Taylor Swift
M- mine by Taylor Swift
E- enchanted by Taylor Swift
Hi lovely! I started this list a while back with a friend, we have a work-in-progress list of writers who post stories which include the experiences of a neurodivergent/neuroatypical/disabled reader which we've called the Spoonie Spotlight. If you'd like to be added to our taglist so you can see the author recs then I'd be happy to add you x
Yes please that sounds awesome thank you for reaching out
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Don’t Forget || Ron/Hermione || PG
A/N: So, today, @hermionewazlib asked @doveharper to draw Ron sheltering from the rain. While I was waiting impatiently for her sketch, I got out my phone and randomly wrote this bit of fic from mid-DH.
Hermione was wearing the locket.
He could hear her and Harry, behind him, arguing. The rain was pounding overhead, striking chords against a crumbled stone bridge, abandoned, just wide and tall enough to provide a temporary shelter. He was hunched slightly forward, clutching the collar of his coat round his neck. His arm still ached, the wind was whipping his damp hair into his eyes, and he was struggling to ignore the twisted knot in the pit of his stomach.
She huffed heavily, suddenly closer behind him than he’d realised, and then she was huddling up next to him.
“Damned locket,” she said roughly, tugging it over her head and clenching it in her fist with distaste, briefly closing her eyes.
“I can take a turn,” Ron offered, voice scratchy and barely audible amidst a cracking of distant thunder.
“How’s your arm?” she asked, ignoring him. And he was on the point of calling her attention back to his offer when he met her eyes, catching a glimpse of softness, concern. He swallowed and tried to shrug, but he felt too icy and hollow.
“S'alright,” he said noncommittally. “How’s Harry?”
“Frustrated. He needs a minute.”
She glanced out at the landscape beyond, overgrown grass and weeds flattened to the muddy ground as the rain intensified.
“I can’t tell you how-” she started, voice cracking. “Ron, I’m so glad you’re here.”
She hadn’t turned to face him yet, so he fixed his eyes on her profile, allowing himself to stare.
She looked so tired, bones of her face a bit more pronounced, shadows underneath her eyes. And he thought he had likely seen her nearly every way possible, every version of her. He’d seen her happy, in pain, disappointed, excited, empathetic, terrified… he’d seen her cry more times than he cared to count, not because he was afraid anymore, but because he couldn’t exactly cope with the concept of someone breaking her, most especially him, so many times.
He was too uncomfortable to think straight, stomach grumbling, and he was pretty sure the pebble in his right boot was working on a callous between two of his toes. So it didn’t really seem like much of a stretch to move a bit closer to her, dropping his coat collar to lightly reach for her hand, not making it all the way, but looping a couple of his fingers around a couple of hers.
She finally turned to look back up at him then, wet eyelashes sticking together. He licked his lips, clearing his throat…
“I’m really glad you’re here, too.”
Her lips curved into something like a small smile, and she leaned against him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder.
“He doesn’t know where to go next, does he,” Ron stated blankly, not needing the answer she gave with a small shake of her head.
They were directionless, drifting in nothingness.
“I used to love thunderstorms,” she said quietly, after a while. “Now… well, I’d give up my whole Gringotts vault to apparate somewhere warm and dry…”
He laughed shortly, shifting his posture as she lifted her cheek from his shoulder and linked an arm with his.
“Hot cocoa,” he sighed, and she smiled.
“Hot baths,” she added.
“Hogwarts breakfasts.”
“Feather beds.”
“A new pair of socks.”
“What’s wrong with yours?” she sniffed.
“Last good pair’s got a hole in the toe,” he said nonchalantly. “But I’d forget the socks for the bath and the chocolate.”
She turned to grin up at him, clutching his arm with both of her own now. Her tiny fingers curled around his bicep, and he swallowed.
“We should make a list, of all the things we want to do when this is over,” she suggested.
Part of him was ready to say he felt it was unfair to give himself hope that he’d make it. But another larger part was sure that it didn’t matter. She only wanted to feel safe, for a few moments, and this was about the best they could do.
“Let’s do it when we camp tonight,” he offered, and she closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply.
When she opened them again, he couldn’t look away, staring at the way the misty light cast a gray haze across her pupils.
“We should go,” Harry called out behind them.
Please, not yet. For now, the rain was out there, away from them.
But it didn’t matter anyway. They couldn’t escape, only move onward, hoping each step took them forward and not sideways… not circling, never backward.
“Give me the locket, Hermione.”
She hesitated, not breaking his gaze for some time. Lightning flashed in the distance, glowing in a halo round her frizzy hair.
She slid one hand down his arm, about to let go, but he took gentle hold of her fingers again, the shortest of tiny squeezes as they parted and stood inches apart from each other. She reached into her pocket, where he hadn’t even seen her stash it… and she handed it over to him, eyes finally cast away from his, refusing to meet them again as he took it from her.
“Don’t forget,” she half-whispered, “we’re in this together.”
And he slipped the locket over his head.
red.
it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
(except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies
and this is how it goes
gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
(and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
(and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
(sometimes words mean so little)
she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
‘when are you due?’
it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
(but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
(and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
(and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
(but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
‘and you?’
‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
(and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
she never sees them again
her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
(too young and so in love)
(and now gone too soon)
she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
and she smiles
It’s weeks later when Ron sends another letter
This time about a girl he and Harry saved from a troll she nearly has a heart attack and that night she and Arthur have a glass of fire whiskey each
Then a week and a half before Christmas Ron sends yet another letter explaining that he, Percy, and the twins would be staying at school for Christmas instead of going with the family to see Charlie she’s mad but only until she finishes the letter
“We have to mum. Harry’s staying and he’s the only one in the whole of Gryffindor we can’t let him alone on Christmas especially Spence he said he’s never gotten a present before. I got him something and so did Hermione but that’s only two things and he deserves more if you could send him some sweets he’d be absolutely thrilled”
So she did sweets and a sweater then three days later she got a thank you letter delivered by a snowy owl Ginny had been thrilled
She saw him again but only after letters of how he got hurt saving the school from you-know who
red.
it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
(except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies
and this is how it goes
gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
(and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
(and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
(sometimes words mean so little)
she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
‘when are you due?’
it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
(but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
(and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
(and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
(but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
‘and you?’
‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
(and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
she never sees them again
her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
(too young and so in love)
(and now gone too soon)
she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
and she smiles
AU where Percy and Annabeth are professional sports players and they have this huge rivalry and are always trying to one up each other.
You’re either Team Jackson or Team Chase no in between.
You sometimes get the occasional “oh they would be cute together” person who knows nothing of sports but they are immediately shut down by actual fans
Everyone is absolutely convinced Percy and Annabeth hate each other because Jackson and Chase are always at it whenever they play, roasting, embarrassing, pranking, annoying each other, etc
On a completely ~unrelated~ note (wink wink), one night on a talk show, the host asks Percy how he feels about all the fangirls that constantly drool over him (because let’s be honest this is PERCY we’re talking about) and he casually replies with “lol im taken tho”
The internet explodes.
Everyone is trying to find out who the lucky girl is and in every interview people ask Annabeth if she knows who it is, which she replies with “I really wish Jackson just shut his idiotic mouth for once in his life and didn’t reveal that, I’m sick of always getting this question. But if it will finally calm you down, yes. I do know her. She’s cool.” With a smirk at the end
The hype still doesn’t die down with all the theories flying around left and right on who the mystery girl is, and even fans claiming to be her
Percy immediately shuts them up with comments or replies like “Oh then who’s the girl snuggling next to me right now, I wonder?”
He also keeps everyone updated on his twitter like “guys my girl can’t bake cookies for shit but I love her she’s so precious” or “I just convinced her to watch Finding Nemo for movie night instead of Titanic. Guess who’s probably not getting laid tonight”
And that is when a certain hardcore Annabeth Chase stan remembers a super old interview when Chase was just getting started on her career where she answered “I dunno, probably Titanic or something” for the question “What would be your go to for movie night?”
Most people think it’s a coincidence because of the whole Jackson-Chase rivalry thing, but the long sunk cursed ship called “percabeth” starts to set sail again
At first, it’s a joke. Fans that think shipping two random people together is a personality write fanfics of it
Then, it slowly evolves and more people start getting behind it. Not as a “Oh I KNOW they’re real” thing, but more as a “Top 10 Couples We Wish Were Real” on WatchMojo type thing
Interviewers and start asking about how the two feel about the ship and if it has any affect on Percy and his still anonymous girlfriend’s relationship
The two always end up bursting into laughter at these questions (which turns into a “stop copying me” “YOU stop copying me” match) while their teammates have no idea how to respond
One day, completely randomly, Percy posts a photo on his Instagram
Its one picture of a girl’s hand holding his, the most beautiful engagement ring on her finger, with the caption “Yo Jason where’s my 50 bucks.”
The entire internet explodes part 2.
People are inspecting every inch of the picture to see if they can somehow match the hand with literally anyone
Absolutely everyone is talking about it. #MysteryMrsJackson is trending on every social media base
And finally, Percy and Annabeth appear together on a show after going MIA for a while. The convo went someway or another as followed:
Host: Please welcome Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase! How are you two today?
Percy: Doin good, doin good, keepin it lit :)
Annabeth: pls shut up for 2 seconds literally how are you engaged—
Host: Ahaha yes, about that, your entire team just kind of disappeared after the engagement post! This is the first time you’re making an appearance in a while! Where were you? We missed you guys! We may or may not have assumed you all died or got abducted; there are a couple theories. Are you all officially back now?
Percy: Indeed we are. We needed some time away for a while because we were trying to decide whether or not to announce something
Host: Oh? And what would that be about?
Percy: It would be about an update on the love of my life
Host: Ohoho yes, how is the Mrs? And what’s the big announcement? Oh I’m just exploding with questions!
Percy: For starters, she’s doing good last I checked, right Beth?
Annabeth: She’s doing good yeah... you know... considering
Host: Considering? Considering what?
Percy: Let’s just say you all might see a mini Jackson in the future
Everyone was quiet for a second.
Cue another round of internet explosion and screaming fans
Host: Pregnant! Wow I can’t believe it! Congratulations Percy! Wait... but does this mean we might not be seeing you in the next few seasons? Or ever?
Percy: God no, I can’t imagine never playing again. I might miss a couple of games here and there but Percy is here to stay, at least for now
Host: Oh good, well at least we’ll have our Miss Chase ruling out there to keep our minds off missing Percy too much
Annabeth: Actually... two things about that I’d like to correct. First, I regret to inform you all that I’ll be missing in action even more than Percy
Host: Oh no... could I ask why?
Annabeth: I was just getting to that. The second thing, it’s not Miss Chase anymore.
She put one hand over her stomach and held out the other, showing the crowd and the cameras the most envied ring of the year resting right there on her fourth finger.
AU where Percy and Annabeth go to the same public high school after the events of Heroes of Olympus
Annabeth moves into Percy’s apartment and of course Sally and Paul treat her like a daughter in law
What’s a pjo fic without percabeth tartarus trauma, eh? Naturally, they sleep together. Sally and Paul allow it bc they are supporting parents that understand what the two have been through. As they should.
If one of them has a nightmare, the other does everything they can to calm them down no matter what. If they both, they each ignore their own problem and try to comfort the other
Percy and Annabeth know they wont really ever 100% be rid of it, but they know they can handle it as long as they have each other
In the morning Annabeth likes to gently wake up Percy with a kiss on the cheek and whispers something about letting him take one of her blue pancakes in the days he wants to sleep in
They do rock paper scissors for who gets driving duty. Somehow Annabeth always wins. So she sometimes drives when Percy hits her with the baby seal eyes
School’s hard for Annabeth since she doesn’t really have all too much experience with it (and of course the ADHD and dyslexia) but she works harder than anyone
Percy also tries really hard. Tries not to get into trouble or start fights, that is. Jk he tries in school too and lands passable grades
Because of their “special case” all their classes are the same except maybe one or two and they always sit next to each other
None of the students really know what to think of them. The mysterious new kids who live together and are practically attached to the hip and are always cold
You’re probably wondering about the cold thing. Well, they have quite the collection of battle scars from over the years and prefer to keep it hidden. They wanna blend in and scars would bring up a lot of questions. So even when it’s summer they like to keep their arms and legs covered. When anyone asks they go “uhm im cold”
Unfortunately that plan all goes to shit when some stupid prank some kids pull in the boy’s locker room bathroom forces everyone to stay out and Percy changes into his gym clothes around everyone else
Rumors spread quicker than covid 19
So the two say “to hades with it” and give up trying to cover up. Heck, Percy joins the swim team
A lot of people ask what happened to them and how the two have literal athlete bodies but they conveniently avoid all questions that could expose their demigod life
One day during their language arts class, the teacher has the students do a group project— creating a short news video about some interesting thing that has happened or is currently happening at school
The teacher spends an entire period showing the students multiple examples of actually interesting news videos on youtube. Only a handful weren’t paying attention. The last video however, pretty much wakes every sleeping kid up.
It was a full 25 minutes all about a kid that was sitting in that very classroom.
It showed pretty much every little thing Percy (and Annabeth) had done to make it on the news.
The entire class was just one big 👁👄👁 fest
The two ran out before the bell even rang
After that pretty much every bit of school gossip was centered around Percy and Annabeth
And half the group projects were about the two. Some of the kids even tried interviewing them
Percy finds it equally hilarious and worrisome
The year slowly but surely passes by and prom is right around the corner. Percy and Annabeth obviously go together
The two show up in the most GORGEOUS outfits (complements of Aphrodite, she forced them to insisted.)
They dance together, make jokes, have fun. There most certainly was a reenactment of the titan’s curse dancing scene. Just with a whole lot less awkwardness.
Annabeth: We should dance. We look stupid just standing here.
Percy, smirking: Who should I ask?
Annabeth, playfully punching him in the gut: Me, Seaweed Brain. I don’t bite.
Percy: LIES
Afterwards in the apartment, they snuggle on the couch in oversized hoodies with a warm blanket watching old movies and sipping hot cocoa. It’s literally nearly June but they honestly don’t care. Yes they do lower the temperature just to do it.
And then, graduation.
The year passed surprisingly smoothly. (Well, besides the hellhound attack in the middle of geometry, but we don’t talk about that)
They made a couple of somewhat friends. Made beautiful memories. They had a whole year of peace and quiet from their mythological problems.
Sally puts together a small party to celebrate the occasion. Just her family, Annabeth (who might as well be), and Grover. They have cake and cookies and share stories. It was the best graduation party Percy and Annabeth could’ve ever asked for.
⚠️ SLIGHT TOWER OF NERO SPOILERS ⚠️ Just pretend graduation is how it ends if you don’t want spoilers for the ending of ToN
Before they know it, Percy and Annabeth set off for college. After tearful goodbyes and a lot of promises to iris message, they’re off. Grover tags along for the sake of old times
Percy, Annabeth, and Grover head to New Rome together. They laugh, sing, get lost a few more times than they’re willing to admit, and make so many jokes about their first quest together. So. Many. Jokes.
They may or may not have stopped at random places they came across years ago and either took a selfie, flipped the placed off, or took a picture of themselves flipping the places off.
When they get to Camp Jupiter, they’re greeted by all their roman friends. Reyna, Frank, Hazel, everyone.
Percy and Annabeth are in the same dorm room (bc IM not scared to make it happen unlike SOME people 😑)
They unpack everything and lay together on the bed.
Annabeth: So. College. I never thought we’d make it this far.
Percy: Well, I was said to die at sixteen. So can’t blame you for thinking that. Why? Is the great and powerful Annabeth Chase nervous?
Annabeth: With you by my side? Never.
Percy: Hey, I’m supposed to be the lovable boyfriend with sappy lines.
Annabeth: Very funny. But seriously though. This is such a big moment in our lives. You ready?
Percy: Nope. Let’s do it.
AU where Percy and Annabeth are ✨ famous✨ on social media/online/whatever idk
Percy probably has like a meme acc or a youtube channel or sum shit like that where he posts crackhead hours adhd inspired stuff also he’s really hot so everyone is in love with him
Annabeth has an aesthetic ass instagram acc where she posts architecture stuff and occasional shit posts. And also she probably posts workout stuff and cool training stuff online too and everyone be simping like 😳❤️
They’ve followed each other (on ig) ever since both were pretty small-ish accounts but they never really ~interacted~. It was kinda more like “oh they follow me? Cool ill follow back”
One day at an ungodly 3 in the morning Annabeth posts on her story, “this is my formal request for someone to write a song about me. Legitimately do not care how good it is, i just wanna be appreciated 😔✋ and also i need ~something~ to fill the empty void that is the romantic moments i’ve had” AS A JOKE LMFAO
But you know who does it bc he thought itd be fun?
Yes indeed you are correct
A few days later, Percy uploads a video on youtube/instagram of him singing while playing a piano IM SCREAMING THINKIJG ABOUT THIS FJSJSK
The song doesnt really specifically mention Annabeth herself, but it has lots of clues like stuff about curly blonde hair or eyes like a storm and cute stuff like that (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
In the caption he writes “Singing and songwriting is one of my favorite hobbies. So I had to do this when I saw @theannabethchase talk about it😌😌”
BYE IT ABSOLUTELY BLOWS UP
Annabeth is mostly just surprised that someone that talented actually did it and also her heart is literally fluttering and everything. BC GODDAMN HIS VOICE AND HOW SOFT HE LOOKS WHEN HES SINGING AND PLAYING AND AHHHH
Aight, anywho—
Starting from that point, Annabeth shoots Percy a dm talking about the song and how much she loved it and Percy’s just like: hey no problem :)) if you ever need someone to “fill the empty void that is the romantic moments you’ve had” im youre guy 😏🤝” which she responds with “its your** 😐”
They start having a lot of conversations after that. Pretty much every day actually
They talk about all sorts of random shit and have conversations till 4am
They watch movies together on facetime and everything
Percy introduces Estelle to Annabeth and they hit it off right away
Also the amount of inside jokes are overwhelming
Meanwhile, everyone online just assumes they’re dating. Like... its just kinda common sense right? They talk about each other a lot in their stories and livestreams, they comment on each others posts like best friends, and they even have matching pfps!!
Percy and Annabeth dont even try to deny it because they know no ones gonna believe it anyway and bc they want it to be true
Instead, they go with the flow and kinda joke around that they’re in love with each other and they’re gonna get married
It was NOT a very good idea. Since they were both moderately famous, edits, fanart, fanfics, and more started popping up here and there of “percabeth.” Actually no it was a very good idea, they very much enjoyed it if they were being honest
Sometimes they read dirty ffs of themselves on facetime and laugh at the ridiculousness
On a bit of a darker note, Annabeth’s relationship with her parents isnt that good. Like TLT era relationship.
She’s thought of it for long and hard and has a hella lot of arguments with her stepmom and dad about it... but she finally decides to move out. She’s old enough and responsible enough anyway, so she packs her bags and says adios california im off on an adventure
And guess where she moves to? NEW YORK CITY. pArDoN mE, aRe yOu aArOn bUrR, siR?
Percy very kindly offers her a room in his not too terrible apartment and Annabeth just kinda says “fuck it, why not, its only temporary” (oh my god they were roommates)
They never really officially reveal it since they would have to explain the whole Annabeth and her parents situation, but people find out anyways. Very easily. She’s literally in the background of so many posts oh my god i cannot—
They really hit it off. Really.
Even after Annabeth gets a job, her stay turns more... permanent. They agree to be like actual roommates and split all the pays and shit half half
Now, they still aren’t officially dating or anything, but they might as well be. They go out to eat together, have movie nights together, do all sorts of coupley stuff together
It’s honestly really cute
Or at least, the fans think so
They are all over each other’s social medias
Annabeth’s instagram has countless selfies and photobombs of Percy and Percy’s twitter has too many tweets about Annabeth to be normal. Ex) “guys she threw flour at me while we were baking cookies. Someone tell this lady this aint what best friends do.” someone replys with “i aint never seen two pretty best friends”
One night they decide to watch a disney masterpiece that can never be topped. Tangled.
It starts off with stuff like “you look like rapunzel in this” “well you look like eugene in this” “are you indirectly calling me the hottest disney prince ever?” “are you indirectly calling me a princess?” “yes, and?”
They dont know how or why, but the mood suddenly turns a lot more romantic and sweet as the movie progresses and reaches the floating lantern scene. And thats when they adress something they’ve been wanting to mention since the day they started talking.
Percy: hey... you know, ive been wanting to ask you for a while but... you know how we always joke about how we like each other and stuff online?
Annabeth, knowing full well where this is going: yeah...
Percy: well— just a thought— but, what if we... what if we...
Annabeth, cracking up at how adorable Percy is when he’s blushing: yeah?
Percy: what if... hey, stop laughing at me!
Annabeth, laughing: im not!
Percy: ugh you are so not making this easy
Annabeth: im never gonna make things easy for you. Get used to it.
You know what happened next 🙈
The following day, a new post appears on Percy’s instagram. A single photo with the caption “all at once, everything looks different, now that i see you”
A single photo that flips the world upside down
A single photo of the two kissing
So yesterday (1/18/2021) my family was eating dinner and my dad says
“It’s the 21st right?”
We live in America FYI and mom and I were like no wtf so this conversation happened
Mom: “It’s the day after the inauguration?”
Dad: “Oh yeah right so it’s the 19th then?”
Me: “You think it’s the day before the inauguration?”
Dad:”Ohhhh. No”
Mom and I couldn’t stop laughing 
AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way
Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’
Batman is mortified.
No one lets it go.
The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.
“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.
“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.
Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself
He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious. Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”
Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”
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When they all get upstairs, Alfred would totally have made dinner for everyone so they sit at this massive dining table which somehow fits everyone and they begin to talk.
The Leaguers are shocked, to put it lightly. Batman has an entire army of caped child vigilantes at his beck and call and despite their eerily similar appearances, they claim to be, for the most part, completely unrelated.
Then Alfred brings out the meals but before anyone can say anything, Barbara and Kate arrive and, finally! Some people who aren’t Bats because they have red hair(they only accept that Spoiler is a Bat because she’s dating Red Robin). Then it is revealed who they are and flash vibrates through his seat in his confusion at the rapidly expanding ranks of the BatFam.
Then Alfred produces two more plates and Green Arrow asks how he knew to cater for this many. The Bats exchange looks and Spoiler says, with the most serious face they’ve seen her in, that they don’t question the powers of Agent A.
And the Leaguers are placated because, finally they have met the entire Batfam. Then Ace and Titus come bounding in through the door and Superman is spluttering in defeat. Robin tuts and comments that they should meet Batcow. Flash actually faints.
So they all talk over food. And Wonder Woman is pleasantly surprised at how Red Hood seemingly idolises her, and Nightwing charms everyone all over again because his superpower is to make friends. Robin simply calls them all idiots, heathens and harlots but calms when he is hugged by Nightwing and Titus puts his head on Robin’s lap. And yeah, Red Robin’s coffee addiction is completely terrifying, and Black Bat has the uncanny ability to look at someone and see right through their masks but it’s obvious that they all care deeply for each other. So what if Oracle knows all the secrets of their deepest secrets, and Red Hood constantly makes extremely bad jokes about his death?
By the end of the night, the Leaguers were finding that they liked the many kids of Batman, formally adopted or not. They say their goodbyes but are interrupted by interrupted by Nightwing laughing at their confused faces.
“Oh, you don’t need to say goodbye. It’s take you kids to work day next week.” Not noticing the blood draining from their faces, he happily continued on. “After we’ve been to Batman’s day job for a few hours, we’ll see you all at the watchtower with all your kids.” He grinned happily.
Still in horrified shock, the Leaguers were ushered towards the Zeta tubes. As the last one to exit the batcave, Green Arrow turned around at the last moment, only to see Red Hood and Nightwing roll in a whiteboard with the words ‘Destroying the Justice League’ in it. When he ended up in the watchtower moments later, the others brushing off their worries for next week, the others didn’t believe him. Oh how they regretted that decision.
Stark Tower has literally got the best wifi in the whole of New York and Tony makes it free as well so sometimes he’ll walk out of the ground floor and just see like a dozen or so people, usually kids, just sat on the doorstep on their phones or laptops and like it’s such a little thing to do but yknow. He’s Ironman. Give the kids some damn fast wifi.
okay BUT
the day after actual tony stark saw them hanging out in frony of the Tower, some of the kids were reluctant to go back there but God they had to finish their homework and the tower was on their way from school so they go back there and
theres a separate room that surely mustve been some important part of the lobby yesterday but now had a “Free WiFi Zone” plate on the door. Inside were huge sofas and armchairs and beanbags, fridges stocked with various drinks, a coffee maker and 20ish iron man mugs, a couple of laptops on the desk near the wall and a note for them to read:
“This is your part of the Tower now. Use whatever you need, no time limit, and stay in school kids :) - T. S.”
So I uh… went to write a short, cute drabble for this and… I ended up writing a nearly 3k long fic? Whoops? This got away from me. I regret nothing.
It started with Wi-fi. Wi-fi of all things. Tony found out by accident.
“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked, sliding his sunglasses down a bit to look at the group of teenagers sitting in front of the Tower.
All the teens looked up at once, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. They looked at each other, then back at Tony.
“Um, well…” A brunet spoke up, closing his laptop. “The Avengers Tower has great Wi-fi, sir. And it’s free. We all… some of us don’t have access to Wi-fi at home, and we need it for school projects.”
Tony blinked. “Oh. Okay. Study hard, then.” He adjusted his sunglasses again and walked into the Tower without a second thought.
But later that day, Tony keeps thinking about it. Can’t get it out of his head, until he goes so far to have FRIDAY pull up security camera footage from in front of the Tower over the past few weeks.
There are kids there, always, Tony finds. Anywhere from ten to nearly fifty, all crowded around the Tower, sitting on the grass. Even at night or in shitty weather, there were at least a few.
And sure, Tony was fine with it. More than fine with it, even. If kids wanted to use Tony’s Wi-fi, he on board with it. Tony was completely with the idea of accessible technology.
So it hung out in the back of Tony’s mind, and he smiled at the group of the teens he saw every time he walked in and it the Tower. He made sure security didn’t bother them, and left them to their devices.
But the thoughts of it wouldn’t leave Tony’s brain. A part of him ached a little at the idea of the kids who were so needing of a damned Wi-fi connection they would sit in the rain for it. It got to the point that Tony was lying awake in bed, thinking about it.
“FRIDAY, are there any vacant floors in the Tower?” Tony asked, staring at the ceiling.
“There are three vacant floors,” FRIDAY answered in a chipper voice.
Tony sat up. “FRIDAY, order a shit ton of junk food and furniture. We have work to do.”
And so it began. Within a week, Tony had a large room on its own floor completely dedicated to being an expansive lounge. It had all sorts of furniture, shelves stocked with every food Tony could think of, a fridge full of drinks, an espresso machine, and over a dozen outlets. It was close to the bottom floor, easily accessible by the elevator. Tony talked to Happy and reorganized his entire security so that anyone could walk into the Tower and go straight to the lounge.
The first day, there were already over twenty teens milling around, laptops plugged in and noses in books. It made Tony smile and feel warm in ways he couldn’t describe, seeing the tranquil environment of kids studying. The numbers grew over time, and Tony made sure it was kept accessible 24/7.
So it started with Wi-fi. But after that, things got more… complicated.
Tony was in the lounge, taking an inventory of what needed to be restocked. Sure, he had people for that, but it was nice to show his face every so often, remind the kids he existed.
Tony finished writing down how many bags of Doritos were on the shelf and spun around, crashing right into someone.
“Oh fuck,” Tony stumbled, catching the person by their elbows. A pair of startled green eyes stared up at him in horror. “Hey. Hi.” Tony smiled. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t looking where I was going. My fault.”
The girl stared at him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”
“Hey, no. My fault, remember?” Tony soothed. “I’m responsible for at least fifty per cent of the accidents in this Tower.”
“Actually, you’re responsible for sixty-seven point nine per cent.” FRIDAY chirped.
Tony frowned. “Is that counting the incident on Thursday?”
“You did hold fifty per cent of the blame.” FRIDAY reminded him.
“Twelve per cent, at most,” Tony argued. He looked back at the girl. “Thor tried to put a raw egg in the toaster, it’s a long story.”
The girl gave a confused, shy smile. Tony counted that as some kind of victory.
Tony went to let go of the girl’s elbows when his gaze brushed over her forearm. “Hey.” Tony’s voice was softer. “Are you okay?”
The girl froze again, biting her lip. “No- it’s fine, I don’t-” Her face turned red. But not as red as the angry lines cut into her wrist.
“You wanna talk?” Tony asked, eyebrows knit together.
“You-you’re busy I shouldn’t-”
“FRIDAY, cancel the afternoon meeting. Or tell them I’m not coming,” Tony said without hesitation. “There, I’m free.”
The girl frowned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, kid. Let’s talk, okay?” He sighed at her hesitance. “Hey, what’s the worst I can do? I’m just some rich guy.”
With a begrudging smile, the girl took Tony’s hand and Tony lead them to an empty storage room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.
“What’s your name?” Tony asked.
“Cecilia,” The girl mumbled.
“Hi, I’m Tony.” Tony introduced with a bright smile. Cecilia laughed. “So you wanna talk about this?” He pointed to her wrist.
“I…” Cecilia cleared her throat. “It’s hard, you know? School is hard, and I’m not good enough to do anything right, and…” She swallowed. Cecilia covered her face, choking on a sob.
Tony scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You wanna know something, kid?”
Cecilia looked up.
“I am one of the richest men alive, have been named Sexiest Man Alive three times, have my last name attached to a fortune five hundred company, have been called one of the leading minds of the 21st century, am a member of the goddamned Avengers and…” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “And I feel the same way. All the time. I wake up worried that someday everyone’s gonna see through me, see the fraud I really am.” Tony cleared his throat. “I have anxiety attacks. I wake up screaming from nightmares. I avoid mirrors. And some days I don’t want to wake up at all.
“But I do. Because there are people who need me to. And maybe it’s more for me than you. But it’s not about numbers. Quantity holds no value the quality. As long as there’s one person who cares, you’ve got a reason to wake up in the morning.” Tony thought a moment. “And if you’ve got no one else, then I count, right?”
There was a long stretch of awkward silence, but the shy smile Tony got made it all worth it.
After that, Tony invested in having free, confidential, no strings attached therapists at the Tower for the kids who came to study. He started with five, but by the end of the month, Tony had seven full time and three part-time working at the Tower. Tony did briefly see Cecilia’s face every now and then, and she seemed happier. That made it all worth it.
After that, everything was a downward spiral. Someone put a suggestion box on the door, and the teens who stayed wrote their ideas down. Tony read every single one. Even the stupid ones. And he listened.
First, there were showers installed in the bathrooms. Tony noticed there were certain faces that showed up more than others, so often it was almost concerning. So Tony figured they might as well freshen up while there. The showers were equipped with towels, soap, and all other necessities.
After the showers came the storage room filled with other living supplies. Blankets, food items, clothing, some basic tech, gift cards for local supermarkets, toiletries. Anything Tony could think of required for living. Like everything else, anyone could take anything, no questions asked.
Then came the library. There were suggestions for a supply of the review books and textbooks for the classes students were taking, and Tony decided to go in all or nothing. The library was filled wall to wall with every modern textbook and review book in the curriculum, as well as an expansive amount of leisure reads as well. Tony stocked it with comfortable seating, computers and tablets as well. There were no late fees, Tony refused to make any of the kids pay a damned dime for things they should have basic access to.
And then there were physical doctors as well. Ones who could give flu shots and prescribe at least the most basic of medications and advice.
After that, the gym just seemed to be common sense. As the recommendations in the box pointed out, public gyms were expensive. So Tony set up a gym. Granted it wasn’t Avengers level, but it was a damned nice gym.
Tutors came next. Private tutors, as well as ones that would teach entire groups. Tony managed to wrestle with the local schools to even get the kids credit for some of the tutorings.
After that, things finally seemed to mellow out. Tony drew up a list of rules, but most of the teens were pretty decent about keeping things civil. Tony was damned proud to average only one incident a month.
The Avengers found out about the Student’s Lounge as it’d be dubbed, and they frequented it more than Tony expected. He found Clint down there telling stories that were probably classified, Natasha showing a group of girls ballet moves, Thor showing off trinkets from Asgard, Steve drawing with a group of art kids, Sam giving serious talks on mental health, and so on. It was nice.
And it worked. Kids were happy and studying, but also had a place to relax and unwind. Tony did have to get an ungodly number of permits and licenses to do what he did, but it was all beyond worth it to see the kids smiling and being safe.
It was a year later when Tony was working in his workshop with jeans and a tank top and FRIDAY caught his attention.
“Mr Stark, your presence has been requested in the Student’s Lounge,” FRIDAY said, cutting into the silence.
Tony frowned. “Is it an emergency?”
There was a pause. “No, but the students are rather insistent.”
“Fine.” Tony stood up with a sigh. “Tell them I’ll be down there in a minute.”
Tony took the elevator down to the floor that was now entirely monopolized by the Student’s Lounge. As soon as the doors opened he found himself standing in front of a few dozen teens, all crowded around and waiting.
“Is this some club meeting or a cult initiation?” Tony asked, sliding his grease-covered hands into his pockets.
A teen stepped forward, a blond boy with bright eyes and a nervous smile. “Uh, hi. We… we had something we wanted to share with you.” He was holding note cards, absently tapping them.
Tony glanced around. “Well then, shoot.” He spread his hands.
The blond cleared his throat, looking down at the cards. “We hear the saying a lot,” He read, “that it’s impossible to shop for a man who has everything. And with you, that couldn’t be more true. A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and an amazing person all around. You truly have everything, Mister Stark.
“And yet, you give. You give, and you give. You gave us a place to study that became so much more. Beyond the material items, this place has become a home for all of us. For those of us who don’t have food to eat at home, books to read, clothes to wear, a family to come home to. All because you wanted to give some kids a good Wi-fi connection. You created a family. This year alone, the graduation rate grew ten per cent from last year, and we don’t think it’s a coincidence. And we’re all confident with your help, that number will grow more and more.
“You created jobs for the community. We did the math and figured at least fifty new jobs were created through the Student’s Lounge. And you pay for all of it out of pocket. You don’t need to. You’ve already saved the world more than enough times, given millions of dollars to charity. And yet you did this for a group of kids sitting on your front lawn just to get a decent Wi-fi connection.
“There are no words to describe the kindness that takes. The amount of time you’ve put towards this proves it’s so much more than a publicity stunt. Not only do you personally oversee everything, but you stop by weekly, even if just to say hi. You listen to what we have to say. In a world that makes it so easy to ignore teenagers, you put every ounce of effort into doing the complete opposite. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed.” The blond stepped aside and let a redhead girl stand in the middle instead.
“My name is Miranda.” The girl spoke up. “A year ago, I was addicted to heroin and struggling in all of my classes. I was… I was ready to drop out of school altogether, even considered selling my own body just for drug money. But a friend dragged me here and… and I got therapy. A doctor. Food. All things my family struggled to afford. My recovery is still slow going, but thanks to you, I can say I’m in recovery, to begin with. Thank you.” Miranda stepped to the side and a black haired boy took her place.
“I’m Ian. My parents abused me, and I had nowhere to go. Even after coming here to spend my afternoons, I was hesitant to overstay my welcome. But I wasn’t ever judged, and always felt safe here. I was able to work up enough courage to run away and start spending nights here. Eventually, I met a friend here who let me stay with them, but not once did I have to know how it felt to be homeless. This place was my home, the entire time, even now that I sleep somewhere else. You gave me a home. Thank you.”
And so it went on, each kid telling their own version, and Tony wasn’t even ashamed to admit he was openly crying before they even got through ten. And he listened. To every single one. Tried to remember names and important details, make mental notes for future reference. Tony watched and listened, entranced by every story.
The first boy stepped back up. “And I’m Ben. I don’t really have a sob story, but I do know that this place is a home for every single person here. We’re a family of brothers and sisters, and you’re, for lack of better wording, the cool dad. So thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. So much. We hope our family can grow, and this home will only get better with each day. So while we don’t have any gift, we hope this can stand as one. Our stories are something that you gave us, and we hope by sharing them you can understand how much you mean to all of us.” The boy, Ben, lowered his notecards and smiled. “Thank you.”
Tony stared at them, wiping tears away from his eyes. “You’re all assholes.” He decided. “I am supposed to be a suave billionaire, and here you’ve got me crying like a dumbass.”
The teens all laughed.
“You know what?” Tony clapped his hands together. “This deserves a pizza party. Domino’s is about to hate me. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions? Start writing up a list while I find a phone number.”
“Don’t you have stuff to do?” A brunette girl who Tony remembered to be Cassie asked.
Tony shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll do it in the morning.”
“Miss Potts has asked for the schematics to be uploaded by midnight,” FRIDAY spoke up.
“Pepper has been working for me long enough to know ‘by midnight’ means by noon the next day. It’s fine.” Tony waved off. “Come on, start writing a list. If I don’t see at least one gluten-free pizza, I’m making you do it again.”
The teens all smiled and started writing and shouting at each other. Tony watched with a happy sigh. They were a family.
Sometimes, it’s not only teens who show up. Many street people did as well. They’d come in for a shower, have a snack, build résumés, look for jobs, and wash their clothes before interviews. Soon, buisiness casual clothing in all sizes appears in the closets. They’d disappear after a while, and when Stark checked in on them, they we’re employed. He’d tell them how proud he is, and these people, some of them 30+, told him that’s the first time they’d ever heard that.
Kids graduated. Some of them got scholarships to go to university right away. Some were not so lucky. Stark threw them graduation parties every year anyhow, and everyone was welcome, regardless of whether or not they actually graduated. Tony believed it would be important for them to celebrate with all their friends, not just the ones in the same grade. Sometimes Tony would give help to a promising student who had just managed to pull themselves together to graduate with ok grades, but didn’t qualify for scholarships. But some students didn’t want that kind of help.
Tony saw many students eager to get some work experience, even if it’s just a couple shifts a week for spending money. That’s when he started the Stark Grocer’s Association. It started with a small group that formed the management team. Buisiness students and marketing students worked together to design the store, the layout, deciding the products they want to stock, finding suppliers, and advertising. All Tony did was sit through meetings, give some advice, buy the first shipments, and get them a place to open the store. It became self-sufficient within a few months, and turned a profit a month after that. No one missed wages because they didn’t earn enough, Tony saw to that. When asked about it, Tony said “I’m not in charge. I financially backed it, I supervised to make sure their set up was legal and making smart decisions, but all the work was completed by students from local colleges, universities, and yes, highschools.” They eventually won an award for greenest buisiness, thanks to the environmental students involved. When a student graduates, the experience gained usually helped them start their career soon after, and they’d hand off their role to a promising protégé.
the interview. (chris evans x reader)
pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
summary: Chris and the reader are starring together in the new Avengers movie, and the reader gets quite the surprise when Chris shows up during one of her interviews.
word count: 2066
trigger warnings: none. pure fluff.
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the interview. (chris evans x reader)
pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
summary: Chris and the reader are starring together in the new Avengers movie, and the reader gets quite the surprise when Chris shows up during one of her interviews.
word count: 2066
trigger warnings: none. pure fluff.
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the interview. (chris evans x reader)
pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
summary: Chris and the reader are starring together in the new Avengers movie, and the reader gets quite the surprise when Chris shows up during one of her interviews.
word count: 2066
trigger warnings: none. pure fluff.
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