#but hey at least it's a saturday so i don't have to take a vacation day from work or something
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holy shit so i’m 24 now. unreal
#i'm almost finished with my early twenties and like. what the fuck.#uh i hate birthdays#hate having a label on a day so you expect it to be special or different when it's. just a day#and usually does not meet any of your expecations#and it doesn't feel like a birthday at all#cause i have so much house chores to do and i'm so stessed about so many things#and also i don't really have plans and i've had so little social energy this past year#and i live alone so like. feels like it's gonna be the least birthday-y birthday ever#but hey at least it's a saturday so i don't have to take a vacation day from work or something#hope i'll at least do some house chores and feel accomplished i guess#and maybe rest a bit#cause we have a new version release at work on sunday and it's going to be a very long work day probably#after we've already worked till 11pm on thursday. love my job (lying)#uh. yeah. rant over i guess sdjfnkfjsd#personal#wanted to get this out but might delete later idk#tp
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Bloody Mary | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions/descriptions of parental death, implication of suicide (take care of yourselves, my loves)
Word Count: 6379
A/N: Happy Saturday! Asks/Taglists are open!!
Series Rewrite Masterlist
You and Dean hadn’t talked much since the events on the plane. In fact, the two of you barely looked at each other anymore. Not out of disgust, your stomach just fluttered every time you caught a glimpse of him for reasons you couldn’t explain. You didn’t exactly like him, but you definitely didn’t hate him, either. In fact, your most recent journal drawing had been of your hand wrapped in Dean’s. You smiled at the memory.
Sam slept in the front seat while Dean drove the three of you to Toledo, Ohio. You had actually been the one to find this case. Steven Shoemaker’s eyes had bled when he died. According to his obituary, his death had been swift. He was much too young to have had a stroke or an aneurysm, and seemed to be in good health. Therefore, you concluded this was your kind of gig.
Sam began to stir, catching your attention. You straightened in your seat as the Impala came to a halt in front of a large hospital complex. Sam’s stirring and whimpering was getting worse by the second.
Dean shook his brother. “Sam, wake up.”
He bolted straight up, confused, taking both you and Dean by surprise. After taking a second to catch his breath, he said, “I take it I was having a nightmare.”
“Yeah, another one,” Dean reminded him.
“Hey, at least I got some sleep.” Sam’s faux optimism caused you to shake your head.
“You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this.”
Apparently, Sam was choosing the latter. “Are we here?” he asked.
Dean was happy to drop the subject, too. “Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”
The three of you began to approach the morgue wing of the hospital. You noticed Sam was holding the newspaper you’d circled Mr. Shoemaker’s death in. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?”
“That's what we're gonna find out. Ladies first,” you joked, holding the door to the first floor of the hospital open for the brothers.
After making your way through the labyrinth of hallways, you found the dimly lit and vacated morgue. In the large room were two desks. One was labeled with a nameplate for Dr. D. Feiklowicz with neatly stacked packets, files, and books atop it. The other was a chaotic mess of stray papers labeled “Morgue Technician.”
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah. We're the, uh, med students,” Dean responded.
“Sorry?” the morgue tech asked.
“Oh, Doctor—” Dean gave his best shot at the name, “—Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He— uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper.”
“Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch.” The morgue tech was smug, snarky, and clearly lacked people skills.
‘No wonder they have him locked up down here,’ you thought.
Dean changed course. “Oh, well, he said, uh— oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?”
“Sorry, I can't.” The morgue tech gave a tight-lipped smile. “Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want.”
“An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then,” Dean tried. “Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—”
“Uh, look, man,” the technician mocked, “No.”
Dean laughed a little and turned around, mumbling. “I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear.”
You took the opportunity to try a different tactic. You leaned down on the morgue technician’s desk, doing your best to take advantage of the fact that he probably has had little contact with women. “Please?” you asked innocently. “These guys are my tutors. I’m really struggling in this class, and I just—” you bit your lip, “—I really need a good grade on this paper.” You used your arms to push your breasts together. “Please?”
You could tell you had him on the ropes. “Uh…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your cleavage. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I guess I could do that for you.”
You smiled innocently. “Thank you so much.”
He began leading the three of you into an attached room to where the bodies were stored for autopsies. You turned around and winked at the boys with a smug smile. Dean rolled his eyes.
The morgue technician pulled the rack Steven Shoemaker’s corpse rested on out from the wall of stainless steel cells.
“Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding,” Sam said.
The technician pulled the sheet back from over Steven’s face. “More than that. They practically liquefied.” The poor man’s eye sockets were still bloody, and they hadn’t yet been sewn shut. You could see the dried blood peeking out from under his partially-closed eyes.
“Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?” Dean suggested.
“Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone,” the technician answered.
“What's the official cause of death?” Sam asked.
“Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure.”
‘Nope, he’s way too young and in much too good health for that to have been the cause,’ you thought, but kept the thought at bay.
“What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t like playing dumb, but with this guy, it was necessary.
“Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen,” the tech answered. Although, he was more responding to your boobs than to your face. You fought the urge to snap in front of his face and get his eyes back on target.
“The eyes?” Sam asked. “What would cause something like that?”
“Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims,” the morgue tech shrugged.
Dean’s tone was still aggravated with the guy. “Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?”
“That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor.”
“Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper.”
“I'm not really supposed to show you that.” The technician looked back at you.
You suppressed the bile rising in your throat. Before you could do anything else, Dean stepped in front of you and pulled out his wallet. He shoved two twenties at him, hoping that would be enough. You could see the technician deflate, but accepted the money anyway.
Dean’s actions puzzled you. But you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at the thought of him doing it out of protectiveness of you.
When you had finished looking over the police report, the three of you began making your way out of the building.
“Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing,” Sam suggested after having seen the report.
“How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?” Dean replied.
“Uh, almost never.”
“Exactly.”
“Alright, let's go talk to the daughter.” Sam started picking up his pace out of the building. You were happy to see him getting his mind off Jessica and back into the job.
“Wait, Dean.” You grabbed his arm lightly before he could catch up to his brother.
He turned to face you.
“Why’d you do that?” you asked.
“Do what?” He furrowed his brow.
“Give the morgue tech your hard-earned poker money,” you half-smiled.
“I just didn’t wanna watch you prostitute yourself for information,” he replied gruffly, turning away from you.
You took offense. “Hey, I was not—”
He turned back to you and brushed a hand over his hair. “You’re right, you werent.” He paused again, and his voice came back quiet. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you, ‘s all.”
Your heart swelled in your chest and your cheeks began to heat up. “Thanks, by the way,” you said as you continued walking. You nudged his shoulder with yours. “You’re going soft on me, Winchester.”
***
When you arrived at the Shoemaker house, you hadn’t expected to be in the midst of the funeral gathering. If you did, you would’ve dressed more appropriately. Given this fact, you felt slightly awkward when you knocked on the door. A man let you in and pointed you toward the backyard and the two daughters of Steven Shoemaker.
The two sisters were sitting with two blonde girls near the firepit. Dean addressed the older, dark-haired girl. “You must be Donna, right?”
“Yeah,” the girl responded.
“Hi, uh, we're really sorry,” Sam lamented.
“Thank you.”
“I'm Sam, this is Dean and (Y/N). We worked with your dad.”
The girl looked at her friend before looking back at your trio. “You did?” She seemed surprised.
“Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke…” Sam trailed off.
“I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now,” one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends spoke up.
“It's okay. I'm okay,” she assured her friend.
“Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?” Dean asked.
Donna shook her head. “No.”
The younger sister, who looked to be about twelve, turned around. “That's because it wasn't a stroke.”
You were intrigued.
“Lily, don't say that,” her sister urged her.
“What do you mean?” you asked the young girl.
“I'm sorry, she's just upset,” her sister responded for her.
“No,” Lily wasn’t having it. “It happened because of me.”
Donna placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, it didn't.”
You got down on Lily’s eye level. “Why would you say that?”
“Right before he died, I said it,” she said softly.
“Said what?”
She lowered her voice even more. “Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does.”
Donna interrupted. “That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault.”
“I think your sister's right, Lily,” Dean broke in. “There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?”
Lily tried to take this in. She shook her head.
“Exactly,” you told her. “I’m sorry, we weren’t trying to upset you. We’ll just be leaving.” You pulled the boys away from Donna’s group and went back into the house. Making sure no one saw you three, you crept upstairs to the bathroom where Mr. Shoemaker passed away.
Sam pushed the door open, and you noticed some dried blood still on the floor. “The Bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?”
“Not that I know of,” Dean replied. He walked ahead of Sam into the bathroom.
Sam stooped to the floor and touched the dried blood. “I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it.”
“Yeah, but maybe it’s fine everywhere else, but not here,” you suggested.
“The place where the legend began?” Sam tried.
You shrugged as Dean opened the medicine cabinet.
“But according to the legend, the person who says B—” you stopped yourself and noticed your reflection in the medicine cabinet’s mirror. “You know what is the one that dies. But here—”
“Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah,” Dean finished for you.
Sam rose from the floor. “Right.”
“Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you-know-who scratches your eyes out.”
You considered Dean’s words for a moment. “It's worth checking in to.” You went to leave the bathroom when you noticed one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends approaching you.
“What are you doing up here?” she asked.
“We— We had to go to the bathroom,” you answered, not believing yourself.
“Who are you?” the girl pressed further.
Dean stepped closer to you from behind. “Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad.”
She shook her head with scrunched eyebrows. “He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself.”
“No, I know, I meant—”
She cut Dean off. “And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming.”
Sam put a hand up to calm her. “Alright, alright, we think something happened to Donna's dad.”
The blonde looked at you three like you were stupid. “Yeah, a stroke.”
“I don’t think so,” you argued. “He was pretty young to be having a stroke. His eyes wouldn’t have liquified if he’d had a stroke. I think it might be something else.”
She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Like what?’
“Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth,” Sam responded.
“So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead,” Dean snarked.
“Who are you, cops?” she asked, her brows still furrowed.
“Something like that,” you shrugged.
“I'll tell you what. Here.” Sam took a piece of paper and a pen out of his jacket pocket and wrote his phone number down. “If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call.” He handed her the piece of paper before leading you and Dean down the hallway.
Your next stop was the public library.
“Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town,” Dean began. “There's gonna be some sort of proof— Like a local woman who died nasty.”
“Yeah, but this is hard. The legend is unbelievably widespread with hundreds of different versions of who she actually is,” you rebutted. “One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more.”
“Okay, then, so what are we supposed to be looking for?” Dean asked you.
Sam answered. “Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.”
“Well, that sounds annoying,” the older brother commented.
“No, it won't be so bad,” Sam replied, “As long as we…”
You cleared your throat, gesturing to the only two computers in the library that had “Out of Order” signs on them.
Sam chuckled humorlessly. “I take it back. This will be very annoying.”
The three of you picked up boxes of the town’s newspapers and numerous books of Toledo’s public records and brought them back to Sam and Dean’s motel room.
You were beginning to go cross-eyed after reading for so long. Minutes turned into hours. Dean was sitting in a chair, you were sprawled across the floor with papers and books scattered around you, and Sam eventually fell asleep.
You stood up to stretch your legs and noticed his closed eyes. “Poor fella,” you said quietly. “How’s he been sleeping?”
“How d’you think?” Dean responded, eyes never leaving his book.
You nodded. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Maybe we should get him to take something,” you suggested.
Dean chuckled. “He won’t do it.”
“Is it just because I’m suggesting it that you’re saying that, or do you really think he won’t take it?” you countered.
He gave you a deadpan expression.
“You Winchesters are just about the most stubborn people I’ve ever met in my life. Including your dad,” you jested. You heard Dean chuckle a little, too.
“And I wanted to tell you,” you started, “I understand why you’d suspect me in your dad’s disappearance.”
He looked away from his book and over at you. “What do you mean?”
“What you said back in Colorado? The Wendigo case? I get it.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “You’re still on that?”
“I mean, yeah, that was just about the most heated fight we’ve had. It kinda stuck with me,” you answered honestly, looking down at your stripey-sock-covered feet. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I understand.”
A moment passed silently.
“And I, um—” you took a deep breath, “I want you to trust me.” You looked back at Dean who was studying you carefully.
The tense moment was interrupted by Sam jolting awake in his bed. “Why'd you let me fall asleep?”
“Cause I'm an awesome brother.” Dean’s attention was back on his book. “So what did you dream about?”
“Lollipops and candy canes,” the younger brother responded hazily while staring up at the ceiling.
You laughed humorlessly.
“Did you guys find anything?” Sam asked.
“Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration?” Dean responded sarcastically. “No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror—”
“And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave—” you chimed in.
“But no Mary,” Dean finished for you.
“Maybe we just haven't found it yet,” Sam tried.
“I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know… eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary,” Dean said.
Sam’s phone rang just as his brother finished talking. “Hello?” A look of concern crossed his face. He was trying to calm whoever it was on the other end down.
You waited until he got off the phone to bombard him with questions. “What? What happened?”
“Charlie,” he told you. “Her friend’s dead.”
***
Charlie sobbed as she relayed the story of what happened to her friend Jill. “And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her— her eyes. They were gone.”
You had met her in a park not an hour after she had called Sam.
“I'm sorry,” the latter responded.
“And she said it,” Charlie told you. “I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?”
“No, you're not insane,” you said.
“Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse.” You feared that might be the case.
Sam was honest with her. “Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained.”
“And we're gonna stop it,” Dean assured Charlie, “but we could use your help.”
You knew exactly where Dean was going with this. And thankfully, Charlie obliged. She snuck you and the boys into Jill’s room through the window. Dean and Sam gave you a boost into the second story room before throwing up Dean’s duffel bag.
“What did you tell Jill's mom?” you asked Charlie.
“Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things,” she replied simply. “I hate lying to her.”
You heard someone closing the blinds and curtains behind you. “Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights,” Dean instructed her.
She obeyed but asked, “What are you guys looking for?”
“We'll let you know as soon as we find it,” the older brother responded.
Sam handed you a digital camera. “Hey, night vision!” You turned it on. You aimed the camera at Dean.
“Do I look like Paris Hilton?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes, suppressing an amused smile. You walked over to Jill’s closet door and began filming the mirror on it.
“So I don't get it,” Sam began. “I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?”
You shrugged.
“Beats me,” Dean answered. “I want to know why Jill said it in the first place.”
“It was just a joke,” Charlie replied.
“Yeah, well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time.”
You had made your way over to the bathroom and filmed around the mirror. You stopped when you noticed a trickle of something running from behind it. “Hey, Sam?”
“Yeah?” He came over to you.
“Look at this.” You showed him the substance oozing from behind the mirror.
Sam looked to his brother. “There's a black light in the trunk, right?”
While Dean left to get the light, you and Sam pulled the mirror off the wall. When Dean returned, you could see a handprint and the name “Gary Bryman” illuminated by the black light.
“Gary Bryman?” Charlie asked.
You looked up at her. “You know who that is?”
She shook her head. “No.”
You learned from Sam’s research and Charlie that Jill had killed Gary Bryman, an eight-year-old boy, in a hit and run accident. Dean then decided you needed to return to Donna’s house. When you pulled the medicine cabinet mirror off the wall, sure enough, there was another handprint and the name “Linda Shoemaker.” You learned from Donna that her mother had overdosed on sleeping pills. You had left Charlie at Donna’s house to comfort her friend after you and the boys had upset her with your questions about her mother’s death.
You then traveled to Fort Wayne, Indiana to investigate the death of a woman named Mary Worthington. She had died the same way these victims were; bleeding from the sockets where her eyes used to be. You spoke to the detective who was the lead on her case. He believed she spent her last moments trying to expose her killer she was having an affair with. She went as far as to start spelling out the name of her killer in her own blood on the back of her mirror. She only got to the third letter of her killer’s name before passing away. It made complete sense to you that her spirit would spend its time exposing the secrets of other murderers. Mary Worthington’s body had been cremated, but the mirror she wrote on had been returned to her family. Now, you and the boys were trying to track down where that mirror had ended up.
“Oh really?” Sam responded to the man on the phone. “Ah, that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror… Okay, well maybe next time… Alright, thanks.” He hung up.
“So?” you asked.
“So that was Mary's brother,” he informed you. “The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo.”
Dean momentarily looked away from the road to his brother. “So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?”
“Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow,” Sam responded.
“Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?” you chimed in.
“Yeah, there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped.”
Dean connected the dots. “So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit.”
“Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?” you challenged.
“I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it.”
“Yeah, I don't know, maybe,” Sam sighed. His phone rang. “Hello?... Charlie?”
***
You and the boys picked up Charlie and brought her to the motel you were staying in. You and the Winchesters were busying yourselves with covering every reflective surface in Sam and Dean’s room with sheets, blankets, jackets; anything. Charlie’s gorgeous blonde hair was knotted and messy, her eyes were puffy from crying but remained closed, and her knees were drawn into her chest.
Sam sat on the bed next to Charlie. “Hey, hey, it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, alright?”
She looked up slowly.
“Now listen,” he began softly. “You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you.”
“But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?” Charlie’s voice trembled.
“No. No. Not anytime soon,” the brunet assured her.
You sat on the floor in front of her and put a hand on her knee. “We need to know what happened, babe.”
“We were in the bathroom.” Her eyes brimmed with tears again. “Donna said it.”
“That's not what we're talking about,” Dean stated. There was something dark behind his tone. “Something happened, didn't it? In your life— .a secret— where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?”
The tears were flowing from her eyes now. “I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead." And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have.” She pulled her knees back to her chest and buried her face between them.
You felt completely horrible for her. But there was no time for a therapy session because you and the boys were off to that Toledo antique store where Mary’s mirror was being kept.
Dean sped down the road despite the pouring rain which you deeply wanted to protest against. You remained silent anyway.
“You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault.” Dean broke the silence.
“You know spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, somebody died, and that's good enough for Mary,” you told him.
“I guess,” he shrugged.
“You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror,” Sam chimed in.
Dean turned his head to his brother. “Why, what do you mean?”
“Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror, so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”
“Well, how do you know that's going to work?” Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. “I don't; not for sure.”
“Well who's gonna summon her?” his brother’s tone got a little panicked.
“I will. She'll come after me,” Sam replied solemnly.
“You know what, that's it.” Dean pulled over to the side of the road. “This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night— it's gonna kill you. Now, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place.”
“I don't blame you.” Sam’s voice cracked.
“Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done,” Dean responded sharply.
Sam tried to shake his emotion away. “I could've warned her.”
“About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway,” Dean said.
“No you don't,” was all Sam could muster.
“I don't what?”
“You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.”
You had been trying to stay out of it, but couldn’t hold it back anymore. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?”
You and Dean were taken aback. “No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it.”
“Guys, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.”
Dean gripped the steering wheel, clenched his jaw, and pulled back out onto the road. The air was heavy and tense in the car. You sat back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest. No one spoke for the rest of the drive.
When you reached the shop, you picked the lock on the door to reveal dozens of mirrors.
“Well, that's just great,” Dean grumbled. He pulled out the picture you’d gotten from the detective in Indiana of Mary’s body next to the mirror. “Alright, let's start looking.”
The three of you split up. You were an incredibly detail-oriented person, but even still, all of the mirrors seemed the same to you.
“Maybe they've already sold it,” Dean called from across the room.
Your flashlight came to rest on a mirror you could swear you’d seen before. “I don't think so. C’mere, Dean.”
He came over to you and held up the photo to the mirror. And sure enough, it was a match.
“You sure about this?” Dean asked his brother.
Sam nodded and handed you his flashlight. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.”
You whipped your head in the direction of a light coming through the store.
“I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful,” Dean ordered. “Smash anything that moves.” He crawled away from you and you heard him distantly say, “Crap.”
You paid no mind to Dean as you tightened your grip on the crowbar.
You heard a whooshing sound behind you and wheeled around. In the mirror was Mary. You sprang to action and smashed your crowbar through the dead center of it.
You could hear a distorted version of Sam’s voice coming from behind you, but before you could aid him, your own reflection caught your attention. It wasn’t quite syncing with your movements; instead looking at you menacingly.
Before you could move to hit it, you felt an insane pressure coming from behind your eyes, your throat constricted, and blood began to ooze down your face.
“You can’t keep running, (Y/N),” your reflection told you. “How could you? How could you be so careless?”
The blood dripping from your eyes began to mix with your tears. You didn’t have enough breath to protest. You began to sink to the floor, the crowbar clanging to the ground.
“It’s your fault that they’re gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Why didn’t you fight to keep them alive? Why did you have to kill them? Your guilt should eat you alive. You don’t deserve another family. You know you don’t deserve to be happy again. You know your recklessness will get these boys killed, too. You are so selfish! And your brother! If you hadn’t done what you did, he would still be alive, too. You are worthless. All you bring is death and—”
The pressure around your throat released when Dean’s crowbar went through the mirror. He barely spared you a second look before going over to his brother.
“Sam, Sammy!” you heard from behind you.
You clutched at your throat and began to cry. You knew Dean had turned cold once more because he heard what your reflection said.
Sam groaned in pain as you saw Dean shouldering his brother and pulling him toward the exit of the shop.
“C’mon, (Y/N),” Sam urged you.
You shakily stood and did your best to follow the brothers out. Your dizziness caused you to fall back down to the ground on top of shards of glass, making you yelp as they pierced your hands.
“Help her, Dean!” you heard Sam demand.
Dean came to your side, clearly in no hurry, and cradled you in his arms. Before he could get anymore than two steps, you noticed Mary crawling out of the frame of her original mirror. Her dark hair was matted and fell in front of her face. Her dress was tattered, and her limbs moved in an inhuman manner; cracking with every movement. You and Dean were sent flying across the floor toward Sam, and the bleeding of your eyes started again.
You looked to the mirror inches from your head. Despite your weakness, you forced yourself to grab it and turn its face toward Mary.
“You killed them!” you heard her reflection cry. “All those people! You killed them!” Mary started choking just as you had and then melted into a pool of blood on the ground. You threw the mirror you’d been holding and shattered it completely.
You dropped your head back to the floor.
“Hey Sam?” you heard Dean say.
“Yeah?”
“This has got to be like,what, six hundred years of bad luck?” the older brother joked.
Sam chuckled weakly. You couldn’t even muster up a laugh due to the bile rising in your throat. Memories were eating away at you, and the fact that Dean had heard your reflection was only adding to your anxiety. Your breath began to quicken, but you did your best to soothe yourself.
“(Y/N).” Sam drew you out of your trance. “Can you stand?”
You tried your best to, but couldn’t. Dean squatted down next to you. “C’mon.” He motioned for you to let him carry you. You complied. You looked up at his chiseled face. You swore he was handcrafted by the gods; perhaps Adonis himself. Your hazy mind couldn’t focus on anything aside from his beautiful green eyes. You had so much to say to him about what he’d heard. You knew he didn’t think highly of you, but your relationship had begun to get better. You didn’t want, well, you, to ruin it all now.
“Dean, I—” you started.
He cut you off. “We’ll talk later,” he said gruffly. Despite his cold and guarded tone, he put you down gently in the back of the Impala.
You ended up falling asleep in the back of the Impala. When you next awoke, you had been tucked into your bed in the motel. Your boots had been discarded, your jacket had been removed, and your key that you kept in your jacket pocket was now on the nightstand beside you. The gesture was sweet, but your mind immediately started reeling about the conversation you needed to have with Dean.
You checked the clock; it was ten in the morning. You were surprised how late you had slept, and figured the boys had dropped Charlie off; potentially had even left town without you. Your anxiety getting the best of you, you rushed over to their door. Dean opened it when you knocked.
“Hey,” you breathed.
“Hey,” he echoed.
“Can we talk?”
He nodded.
You led Dean back to your room. You sat cross-legged on your bed and Dean chose the chair across from you.
“Okay, um,” you sighed. “What do you want to know?”
“Who’d you kill, (Y/N)?” came his straightforward and dry response. “Why did it say you’d get us killed, too?”
You looked down at the floor, the tears beginning to well up in your waterline. “I wanna tell you, I just—”
“Look at me.” His voice was firm.
You did.
“I need to know.”
You took a deep breath. “When I was eighteen, I was coming back home from one of my first solo hunts. My dad had sent me to take out a vampire nest on the edge of the town we were staying in. There were only three vamps there at the time. I got so excited that I had nuked them all, I didn’t account for the fact that all three of them seemed like newbies. I didn’t… register, I guess, that one or more was probably missing.” You averted his gaze, struggling to keep your voice level. “And so, I left. I went back to the house we were squatting in, and, um, one of them followed me.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks.
“Sweetheart, that’s not your—”
You shook your head. “It is. He turned them, Dean. He turned my mom and my dad. I— I had no choice. I had to—” Your sentence was cut off by a sob, but Dean understood what you meant. You wiped a hand over your face and did your best to continue your story. “I sat with their bodies for a long time after. When my brother came back and saw what I’d done, he drew his gun on me. He, um, he wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t let me explain. He couldn’t shoot me, though. He… He just… left. And then— And then, his best friend called me a few days later.” The tears came back. “He found my brother’s car.” You pressed a hand to your mouth. “And he was dead in it.” Broken sobs wracked your body once again. “It’s my fault that they’re gone, Dean, it’s my fault.”
You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew how disgusted he must be with you. And then, you felt the bed dip beside you. Then, a hand on your arm. Then, he pulled you to his chest, and you melted into his embrace. Your cries still shook your body, but Dean’s strong arms held you together. He sat with you like that for a long time.
You and the boys had decided to leave Toledo sooner rather than later after Sam told you what Dean had done to the cops in front of the antique store. Long after leaving Toledo, Dean broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the car.
“Hey Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is.”
The younger Winchester sighed. “Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself.”
Your eyes remained trained on Sam as he looked out the window at something you were passing by. His expression went from confused to scared to saddened, and you knew he was seeing Jessica. After all, you had no doubt your face mirrored his every time you saw your mom standing on a street corner or your dad’s bloodied body lying in your footpath. In time, you knew he would learn to live with it just as you had.
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Imagine: Scott developed a crush on Derek and Cora Hale's younger brother Y/n Hale, so Stiles talked him into asking him out.
When Scott walked through the doors of Beacon Hills High School, his eyes immediately landed onto Y/n Hale.
Y/n is Derek and Cora Hale's younger brother, also Scott's crush. Over the summer vacation he started losing feelings for Allison, so he broke up with her.
At first he couldn't process the fact of being attracted to another man, but Stiles being Stiles and always catching onto things, talked his best friend into asking Y/n out on a date.
Stiles: So are you gonna walk up to him and ask him on a date or continue staring at him like a creep?
Scott: [Sighs] I'm going, it's just... I'm nervous, I mean look at how beautiful he is, with those mesmerizing hazel/green eyes, not to mention his gorgeous black hair. Good hair must run in the family.
Stiles: Dude...can you just go ask him already, before you cream your pants. [Shoves him forward]
Scott: He-, Hey y/n.
Y/n: Mccall. Is there something I can help you with?
Scott: I was wondering, if you'd go to the movies with me Saturday night. That's if you're not busy of course, I mean with homework and other stuff.
Y/n: If you're trying to take me out on a date...do it properly.
Scott: Would you go to the movies with me Saturday night?
Y/n: I don't like questions, do it again.
Scott: Okay, uh...go to the movies with me.
Y/n: [leans up against his locker] Too demanding, try it again.
Scott: Go to the movies with me?
Y/n: That's another question, McCall. It's your final chance, so get it right.
Scott: I'm going to the movies, if you'd care to join me.
Y/n: Okay, pick me up at 8.
Scott: Wait! You need my number.
Y/n: I'll get it from my brother.
Stiles: So...what happened?
Scott: He smells like vanilla. (You can change it to your favorite scented fragrance)
Stiles: Scott I meant, if he accepted the date.
Scott: Oh yeah! Saturday night at 8.
Stiles: Oh, so you're watching a romantic movie then.
Scott: No, we're watching a drama/comedy, you know The Help.
Stiles: Me before you, is showing on Saturday night.
Scott: Great! We're not even close to Saturday and I already messed up the date.
Stiles: Let's get to class, before you have a heart attack, I'm sure he'll love the movie, just to make you feel better, me before you is also a romcom, so at least you didn't mess up the comedy part, [pulling Scott towards class] let's go.
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Lost and Found | Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
Summary: Nova recently moved into an apartment in Austin, Texas where she hoped she could shed her past life and raise her baby away from everything that made her leave her old home.
Warnings: Fem!Reader with name, no use of Y/N, fluff, a lot of fluff, mentions of abuse, slight mention of scars, (reader is a pretty crybaby so) comfort, daddy issues?, tiredness, friends to lovers type of thing, angst, Daniel being a total sweetheart (it's a warning cause you'll die from cuteness), he ends up being a total girl dad, (Daniel falls in love in a matter of hours I think, don't kill me) Love at first sight ig?
Note: This is to help my baby fever, hope you enjoy it, like and reblog please.
Note 2: Would you guys like to read more of their story? let me know please
Word count: 4.5k (I may have gotten a little carried on)
It was Daniel's first vacation weekend since the summer break had started, he decided to come to Austin to relax, the atmosphere of the Texans made him feel at home but it was clear that waking up at 7 in the morning on a Saturday was not within his plans, he wasn't expecting visitors, that was obvious, however a soft knock on the door woke him up, he got out of bed with a groan, taking off the sheets was obviously not something easy for him.
He was putting on a pair of shorts and sneakers to at least look decent when he opened the door when there was another knock "I'm coming!" He spoke in a soft voice running his hands through his hair one last time before opening the door, he could have imagined thousands of things he could find on the other side of the door, fans excited to take photos and receive autographs, some crazy groupie looking for a hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek, but he would never have thought about what he was seeing right now, big honey-colored eyes were looking at him from the ground crystallized with tears and expectantly, a baby of at least a year and a half thought, in her little hands she carried a strawberry-shaped teether, she wore a cute white dress with yellow flowers, and had bright red hair with cute little buns on each side of her head.
"Hey.." Daniel crouched down to be at her height extending his hand gently "Good morning" the little girl spoke this time surprising Daniel, she released the handle of her teether to put her little hand on Daniel's hand, "Good morning , What are you doing here?" The boy closed his hand, trapping the girl's hand inside it "I'm lost" The little girl's eyes watered again and that made Daniel's heart shrink "You’re lost? Where is mama?" Daniel looked both ways down the aisle looking for the little girl's mother but he couldn't see her anywhere so he returned his gaze to the baby in front of him, the girl shrugged her shoulders several times while pouting threatening to break into crying at any time, "It's okay, sweety, it’s okay" Daniel rubbed her back with his free hand before getting up "Come, let's go find mama, okay?" The girl nodded her head several times before raising her little hands silently asking the boy to pick her up in his arms and who was he to refuse? He reached down again and the girl wrapped her arms around his neck. He "seated" her on his forearm, she rested her cheek on his shoulder looking out and when he was sure she was comfortable he started walking in search of her apartment.
He had barely passed three apartments to the right after his looking for the girl's, behind the (half-open) door of the fourth apartment in which they were looking they could hear the voices of the Backyardigans coming from the television. Hearing this the girl turned her head in the direction of the door and reached out her hand to open it, Daniel took a few steps into the apartment looking around, "Hey, uhmm... I have your baby!" Daniel yelled as he entered the apartment to avoid scaring whoever was inside.
There were toys all over the floor, the place smelled like clean clothes so Daniel assumed it was laundry day, a thought he checked when a girl of about 25 years old, maybe 5'7, bright orange hair like the baby's, white as a sheet of paper and beautiful honey-colored eyes, ran out of the laundry room. She wore a dress just like the girl's, it was clearly her mother, an expression of terror and confusion took place on her face, her eyes traveled between the boy and the girl in his arms who smiled as soon as she saw her, she quickly approached when the baby extended her arms for her to carry her, "Where were you huh?" She spoke to the baby once she had her in her arms, "Your apartment was open, I guess she got lost coming back from her little adventure and she was knocking on my door, I live in the fourth apartment on the left."
Daniel gave a soft smile to the girl who looked at him again while rocking the baby in her arms, "I'm so sorry, she's a little escapist, I didn't even realize when she opened the door" The baby blurted out a giggle at her mother's words, that warmed Daniel's heart so his smile became much bigger, "She's very polite, she said good morning when I opened the door for her" The girl smiled broadly upon hearing that, "You did? huh? you did that?" She spoke with a higher voice to the baby tickling her stomach, "She likes you then, she hardly talks to anyone and much less does she let herself be carried by someone who’s not me, did she tell you her name?" Daniel laughed softly before shaking his head taking the handle on the teether the baby was offering him, "I'm afraid I didn't ask her, maybe I'm not as polite as she is but I was worried she was too far from home." The boy gently shook the little girl's hand through the handle that connected them making her laugh again, her mom opened her mouth in surprise before smiling "He brought you home and you didn't tell him?, you little rascal, tell him what your name is, he deserves to know after you woke him up" She pinched her nose between her knuckles shaking her head gently, Daniel would be lying if he said that the girl's interactions with the baby weren't killing him with cuteness.
His cheeks ached from how much he was smiling, and honestly after everything that was happening at McLaren smiling this way was such a relief for him and just when he thought the girl couldn't be cuter he heard her babble her name between giggles, "Julie, your name is Julie" her mom pinched her ribs a few more times before looking at the boy in front of her, "She's a baby from July, hence her name" she followed her words with movements of her free hand taking her time to analyze the boy, "And I guess her mother has a cute name too, doesn't she?" The girl's eyes widened as a slight blush took over her cheeks, the words seemed to be stuck in her throat, "M-my name is Nova, Nova Asterin which means "New Star" my mom wanted something cute and my dad something related to space so that was the result" The burning of her cheeks intensified a little more when the boy repeated her name several times in a whisper smiling later, "I... I don't know your name, I can't thank a stranger for bringing my rocket home" Nova laughed softly before pulling her lower lip with her tongue trapping it between her teeth, "I should have introduced myself earlier, my name is Daniel, it's nice to meet you both" Daniel smiled gently nodding. No doubt this was not the way she expected to start the day but she wasn't going to complain either, Nova returned the smile gently, without realizing they were holding each other's eyes.
It wasn't uncomfortable at all and it wasn't until the baby started sobbing that they both came out of their trance, "What's wrong, baby? You hungry? Let's go have some breakfast" Daniel stepped aside to let her go into the dining room where he sat the baby down in a yellow baby chair, he saw her grab an apron and tie it around her waist before disappearing into the kitchen, what was happening to him? he could swear if he didn't stop looking at her his face would explode, they were probably up so early because the girl's father worked at that hour and he was here almost drooling over her, "Well, my work is done, I should probably go by now" He standed in the kitchen doorway wiping the sweat from his hands on his thighs, Nova turned around to look at him with wide eyes, "Don't you want to have breakfast with us? It's the least I can do after you preventing my daughter from ending up in the building's lost and found box."
Nova giggled nervously scanning Daniel up and down one more time, [would he have a girlfriend? oh my god, maybe she was waiting for him] her thoughts terrified her leaving her frozen in her spot, "Aren't you waiting for someone?" Daniel asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly, looking around for family photos or something like that, but he only found a photo of Julie with whom he assumed was Nova's mother, "Us? No, not at all, the I was preparing to go to the zoo, early there are not so many people and not so much sun either, which as you can imagine, is not our best friend" Another laugh left her throat as she pointed to her body, of course, someone so white should not enjoy the sun much, "You uuhh... Is someone waiting for you?" This time it was her turn to question him, both trying to clarify their doubts about the other, "No, no one is waiting for me, I'm on vacation with my best friend but last night he found a cute girl and I don't know anything about him" They both laughed at Daniel's revelation and after stayed silent for another couple of minutes, "So...breakfast?" Nova pointed at the stove behind her with the spatula she had in her hand to which Daniel nodded moving closer to her to see what he was preparing.
"I hope you like waffles with fruit and an exorbitant amount of Nutella because that's what I was preparing before having to run to the washing machine and before that ball went on an excursion" In the background the baby laughed while watching TV and shaking a bottle of juice that Nova had given her earlier, "Are you kidding?, Darling, I love waffles, here, let me help you" Daniel took the knife from her hands and took her waist to move her from the place to cut the fruit himself, the action left her static, the skin he touched lightning with electricity and a strong blush covering her cheeks for a few seconds, she blinked a few times before she could move to prepare Julie's bowl of yogurt.
She took out some pieces of frozen fruit from the freezer, putting them around the bowl of yogurt that she was going to give to the baby, the cold of the fruit helped her with the swelling in her gums caused by her teeth, when she was little her mother gave her frozen mango every time one of her teeth came out because it broke her heart to see her cry and now she did the same for Julie, in fact, she would do everything possible so her baby would never suffer, "There we go" The voice of the boy behind her brought her out of her thoughts, Daniel took the plate of chopped fruit to the dining room table where Julie was and Nova followed him with the plate of waffles and the baby's breakfast, putting it in front of her and handing her the spoon, "No disaster" She warned her pointing her finger at her before going back to the kitchen for two plates, forks and the Nutella for her and Daniel.
Daniel watched the girl who after her mother's "threat" nodded and began to eat without spilling a drop, he expected her to make a complete mess like his nephew when he was younger but he got surprised to see how tidy the baby was, after a few seconds of looking at her, he redirected his attention to Nova who was returning from the kitchen with the last things for them to finally have breakfast, the girl smiled shyly at him when his gaze slowly scanned her as she sat across from him at the table.
They ate in silence for a few minutes until Daniel couldn't stop his curiosity and dared to speak, "So... you guys live here alone?" Nova looked up from the television where the Backyardigans were still playing, nodding softly until she managed to turn her attention to the boy in front of her, "I work from 7 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon every day except weekends of course, Julie is on vacation now so I'm leaving her with her babysitter but in two weeks it's her first day of preschool, we moved in just a month ago" Nova tilted her head gently before taking the last bite of her waffle, Daniel nodded as he finished his waffles too [Why would such a pretty girl be here alone?] he wondered as he watched her wipe Julie's mouth getting rid of any yogurt residue that might have been left behind.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Daniel asked abruptly, causing Nova to look at him with wide-open eyes, surprised, "To the zoo I mean, I don't have anything to do today and I'd like to go with you..." His face was a poem, he was probably blushing just like the girl in front of him, "Sure, I think Julie would really enjoy the company" Nova smiled widely as she noticed the way Daniel's face lit up and her heart fluttered with happiness, "Great! I'll see you outside in 10 minutes" Daniel almost jumped from his seat, he needed to take a 5 minute shower so he said goodbye to the girl and her mother giving them a quick kiss on the top of their heads and ran to his apartment where to his surprise his best friend was already there , "Hectic night?" Daniel asked when he saw him sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his temples with a pained expression, "Where the hell were you?" the boy asked seeing him take clean clothes in such a hurry, "Four apartments to the right" Daniel answered as he left his things in the bathroom, "She must be cute if she can get you to wake up so early" He mocked, earning a threatening look from Daniel. Daniel, "Don't bother Scotty, we're just going to the zoo" Daniel disappeared into the bathroom leaving his friend who with a groan had flopped onto the bed.
Nova was with a silly smile since Daniel had said goodbye to her and Julie, what was going on? She had met him that same morning and now he would accompany her to the zoo? It didn't bother her at all, on the contrary, it excited her, and that at the same time terrified her, no one could fall in love so quickly, could they?. Either way she donned matching white Nikes with Julie, adjusting her hair for the 1000th time in a span of 5 minutes, she felt like a teenager about to go out on her first date, god was this an date? She shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and smoothed her dress with her hands checking herself one last time in the mirror before turning to Julie who was waiting for her on the bed, "Do you like him?" The baby nodded quickly, taking out of her mouth the new cold teether that Nova had given her to talk, "Handsome" Nova's mouth formed an O of surprise, they both burst out laughing and the girl squeezed the baby's cheek, "Oh I see now, smarty pants."
They were both waiting in the living room watching TV, Nova repeated some dialogues from the movie they were watching after Julie got tired of the Backyardigans, the girl moved the baby's arms to the rhythm of the song Barbie sang making her laugh just when someone knocked on the door.
Nova turned off the TV and put Julie on the floor who ran to open the door, behind it was Daniel, he was wearing a black sweatshirt with a nice formula 1 car in the center and ripped jeans, he looked handsome and his smile multiplied everything, his face shone with happiness, Nova felt that the emotion she had in her stomach did not fit into her own body, "Ready?" Nova nodded turning around to check that everything was alright one last time before leaving, once the door was closed Daniel lifted Julie in his arms and took Nova's hand, the contact sent electricity through both of their bodies, She looked at him surprised but noticing how happy this little action made him, she also smiled looking at the floor to hide her blush.
Daniel thought that perhaps the action had been very drastic and that she was going to reject him, but she did not move her hand, which further encouraged Daniel who began to walk towards the elevator, once inside he took a look at his hand that covered almost entirely Nova's, he grinned before breaking the silence, "So what's the plan?" Daniel adjusted Julie in his arm who was falling asleep on his shoulder, he looked at the baby for a few seconds, she was curled up in the curve of his neck gently sucking on the teether that Nova had given her minutes before leaving home, her eyes closed gently as her left arm hung deliberately at Daniel's side, "Well, we only thought about the zoo, Julie likes otters a lot but we left home before she could meet them there" Daniel nodded gently swinging his hand hand with which he held hers, Nova took a quick look at her daughter letting out a giggle, Daniel looked at her with an eyebrow raised as a question but his lips kept a slight smile, "What are you laughing at, huh?" Nova covered her mouth with her free hand this time laughing once more, "Putting her to sleep is torture but you hold her and she falls in minutes, what did you do to my daughter huh?" They both laughed this time, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, they both walked through the reception towards the doors, the doorman greeted Daniel with a polite nod opening the door and then greeted Nova in a more casual manner, after after all, he already knew her and Julie well enough.
"We'll go in my car" Daniel announced gently turning his head to look at her, Nova had just reached into her purse to get her keys but stopped when she heard his words, she nodded softly looking around with wide eyes, "Can we go get Julie's stroller out of my car?" She asked timidly trying to ignore the "discreet" cameras that were taking pictures of them from afar, Daniel smiled and squeezed her hand to make her feel safe, Daniel liked the fact that Nova didn't know who he was or what he did for a living, he felt comfortable and safe so he decided that he would tell her later, for the moment he would maintain the little anonymity he had with her.
They walked towards Nova's truck that was not so far from the parking lot entrance, the girl let go of Daniel's hand to approach the trunk taking out a folded stroller, he hurried to take it because it looked a bit heavy, Nova opened her mouth to protest but Daniel didn't give her a chance, he silently let her know that as long as he was there she wasn't going to carry anything heavy so she resigned herself closing her trunk and returning to Daniel's side who started walking towards a nice black car, it was a McLaren if she wasn't wrong, only someone with a lot of money could have a car like this, some things clicked in her head but she still couldn't figure everything out so she preferred to keep quiet, "You don't know how much it hurts me to let you go" he whispered to the baby before giving her to Nova so he could put the stroller in the trunk, once that was done he opened the passenger door for the redhead and made sure that she and the baby were comfortable before closing the door and coming around the car to take his place on the driver's side.
Daniel began to drive to the zoo in silence, the girl took advantage of the fact that Julie was still sound asleep to analyze the boy once more, his hair was brown, curly and his eyes were very similar to hers, with beautiful green sparkles that shone with the morning sun, a sight for sore eyes if you asked her, "Why did you guys move?" His voice brought her out of her trance, the boy looked at her with big eyes waiting for her answer, she thought about it for a few seconds but decided that maybe it was time to talk to someone about it, "My father is not the best person in the world, and let's say that he wasn't particularly happy with the situation, I didn't want my Julie to go through all that" Nova let out a nervous giggle and Daniel noticed how her shoulders tensed when talking about her father but he didn't want to push too hard so he just nodded and continued driving.
Without realizing it the day went by as fast as water, the visit to the zoo was better than any other activity the girl has been able to do with the baby since they moved in, with the boy excited to show things to Julie, Nova at last had a small opportunity to feel relieved, after that Daniel insisted on taking them to eat so she had no choice but to accept, in a blink of an eye they were already in Nova's apartment, aware that it was late but refusing to say goodbye.
When they finally succeeded, Daniel now went to his apartment happy knowing that he had promised Nova to come back on Tuesday to see a movie and have dinner. He opened the door still feeling in the clouds, his friend had not stopped asking questions since they went to bed hoping to know more about this mysterious girl receiving short answers from Daniel who refused to reveal information about her or the baby.
Tuesday afternoon had arrived, Daniel would be there in less than 5 minutes and Nova couldn't get Julie to stop crying, desperation grew in her chest with each tear that fell from her baby's big eyes that couldn't vocalize for her what was wrong, the tears began to accumulate in her own eyes wetting her cheeks as she continued trying to reassure Julie and just when she thought she was hopeless someone knocked on the door, "Look baby! You know who that is? Yes, yes you know" The girl spoke to the baby who kept crying until the door opened revealing Daniel's silhouette and out of nowhere, what seemed like incessant crying stopped, the girl's eyes shone with happiness looking at the smiling brunette in front of her, she extended her little arms towards him and Nova allowed him to carry her, without words she let him pass allowing him to sit with the baby on the sofa while she went to the kitchen.
Nova took refuge in the safety of her kitchen sitting on the floor to cry her exhaustion, Julie had started crying since early in the morning, maybe since 5 or 6 am she really couldn't remember it and had stopped… At some point, but it had started all over again minutes later, they were both tired but Julie refused to take a nap and Nova was too soft to let her cry alone in her bed.
Now she was cornered between the countertops of her kitchen hidden behind the isle to avoid being seen by the boy who was now looking for her, "I managed to make her fall asleep, I hope that works", When Daniel entered the kitchen she got up like a lightning, turning her back trying to wipe her tears that seemed infinite now, "T-Thank you, that's great!" His heart melted, she was clearly exhausted so he decided to try and give her some relief, he slowly approached her and hugged her gently around the waist, he felt her body tense for a few seconds before succumbing to tiredness and tears again, her back hunched slightly due to the minor depressurisation on her spine that had been hurting for hours, she clung to Daniel's arms that rested his head on her shoulder, "It's okay… You're okay" His voice was almost a whisper, he wanted to make her feel safe, let her know that he was there for her.
"You're not mad at me?" The redhead whispered to him between sobs which made Daniel's expression change, anger taking momentary possession of his face as he denied without taking his cheek from her back, "Of course not, honey, why woould you say that?", There was a small silence in which only the soft sobs of the redhead could be heard, "Dad used to hit me when I cried… He used to get very mad" The girl confessed making Daniel's blood boil in seconds, [who would do something so horrible to his own daughter?], he couldn't think of anything worse until the girl slightly lifted her shirt revealing her lower back, her skin was adorned with scars, some looked way older than others, without thinking he knelt in front of her, with firm hands on each side of her hip and gently kissed the area, he no longer cared if he was going too fast, he wanted to protect her, to let her know that no matter how crazy it sounded, he loved her and would never leave her or Julie alone, "I got you , you're safe now, baby.." he whispered into the girl's skin causing her to shiver from head to toe, his hot breath contrasting with her always cold skin.
She nodded gently, resting her hands on the counter as he stood up, turning her on her heels to look at him, her beautiful eyes were red and swollen from exhaustion but to Daniel she was still the prettiest girl he had ever seen, "Be mine… Stay with me please" The boy whispered taking her chin between his index finger and his thumb to make her look at him, their eyes connected, she nodded again making him smile widely, he hid her in his chest and she wrapped her arms around his waist squeezing him against her body, she didn't know what was waiting for her next but she was sure she wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.
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"[Motel name], how can I help you?"
"Hey there, yeah, I'm looking for a room for 2 people for Friday and Saturday night. Do you got anything with a kitchen?"
"Yes, looks like we do. It has 2 beds for $100 plus tax. That comes out to $112.50 per night, that'll be $225 even."
"Perfect, I'll take it."
*I take down his name, his phone number, his credit card info* "okay, so we have you coming in this Friday the 21st for two nights in a-"
"Woah, woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about?!? No! I need a room in January!"
"...you said you needed a room for Friday and Saturday."
"Uh, YEAH, the first Friday and Saturday in JANUARY!"
I'M SORRY, I GUESS I WAS SUPPOSED TO READ YOUR GODDAMN MIND THEN, HUH?
Why are tourists like this? This isn't a one time thing, it happens at least one or twice a month, sometimes weekly. They will just forget to tell me information, then get mad at me when I don't know it. Like, if they say they want a room "on the 5th," a reasonable person would expect that to mean the upcoming 5th which in this case would be November, but no, they want me to know that they meant the 5th of March without saying it. Or they'll ask for a room, I'll give it to them, and then they'll say "wait, where are the other four? I needed five rooms for 10 people total!" Do these people leave their frontal lobes at home when they go on vacation, or are they all this dumb at all times?!?
It's like they had a conversation in their head, and they expect me to know my half of it even though it didn't happen in real life. I know it's not even a majority of people, it's probably 1 out of every 50 or 60, but I distinctly remember the bad experiences because they're all so similar. They stick out more than the mundane ones. I forget the people who come in, pay their bills, get their keys and leave, but the bad eggs stink up my whole day.
I'm not cut out for customer service because I happen to hold the opinion that the customer is often wrong. Even when I'M the customer, I'm often wrong, I recognize that, I've been on both sides of the counter. I would never go out of my way to make an employee's day difficult on purpose. I don't yell at them when they nake minor mistakes, I don't demand to speak to their managers, I don't insist that I said something I very clearly didn't say. It's like I'm the only self-aware human on the entire island...
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Hey, How are you? I hope you're fine. I wanted to asked you if you can publish a new excerpt from the new chapter of "Secrets don't make friends" or maybe a new excerpt from your new history which is about werewolf Steve and halfbreed Tony? I understand if you can't do it. Wish you the best ❤
Hi! I’m actually great right now - but currently very far away from any sort of keyboard :p It’s my 10 year anniversary with the hubs and we are vacationing on St Thomas. So I haven’t done much writing 😬 at least not for secrets don’t make friends. I am doing the AUgust challenge and have been working on a couple of one shot side fics.
I wrote a little of the annoying neighbor prompt, It’s gonna be a kinky one shot with Steve/Tony/Bucky. I’d post an excerpt of that except nothing fun has happened yet! But I can give you the synopsis I wrote up for it lol
One shot Annoying Neighbor Prompt:
Tony is renting an apartment while getting his doctorate at MIT. Nerdy, a little too young (18), he finds himself neighbors with a rowdy group of boys.
Steve and Bucky live next door to Tony. They’re good guys but like to have fun, and their house is the place to be on a Friday or Saturday night. Both go to Boston college. Steve goes for Art history and Bucky for Psychology. Bucky is more of a bad boy, Steve is the aww shucks boy next door guy - but still likes to get into trouble on occasion. Catholic boys going to a catholic college. They are both in love with each other, but have failed spectacularly at a relationship with one another in the past and decided they were better off as friends. They are both too dominant in bed.
Tony has lived next to those two for about 6 months, so he’s well used to the loud parties and crazy shenanigans that they can get up to. He studies diligently while they party next door. One night things get out of hand and the party ends up somehow ruining an experiment Tony had going. Oh! Maybe the party guests wander over into Tony’s yard and get into the garage where he keeps his robot he’s building Dum-E.
Quiet, keeps to himself, Tony is so enraged he storms right over to the party and shuts it down. after Bucky didnt take him seriously enough (no one ever does) He goes toe to toe with Bucky and Steve has to intervene. At that point Tony goes home to lick his wounds. Months of work - ruined.
The next day Bucky and Steve (Steve dragging bucky) go over to apologize and end up finding Tony slumped over a table in the garage, tear tracks on his face and his robot and garage trashed. They both decide they want tony. They fight over who should get to date Tony when Bucky comes up with the idea to share. Strategy changes and they end up trying to woo tony as a unit.
Youre not my dom! BDSM theme when Bucky tries to top Tony to stop him from disbanding the party
I can see what else I have for the werewolf Steve story when I get back from the beach!
Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️
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Find Me In Class or... Running Off to Vienna
Hey přátelé,
It officially doesn't feel like I'm on vacation anymore. Classes started last Tuesday, and my schedule means I have 9 am ones every day. I'm not exactly a morning person, but since my schedule last semester at Michigan was essentially the same, I'm keeping up... at least for now haha. We have 3.5 hour classes with a 30 minute break built in, and sitting in class for that long is definitely something I'm having to get used to. Fortunately, most of my classes have been pretty engaging. I'm taking 5 classes in total: Introduction to AI, Database Management Systems, Communication for the Tech Sector, Tech Ethics and Public Policy, and Augmented Reality: Leadership Development for the Tech Sector.
The view from our school building -- makes up for the 20 minute daily walk from our apartment
Unlike my EECS classes at Michigan, each one of these classes is interactive and more discussion based. It was a nice change to be able to form connections with professors easily. All of mine have such interesting backgrounds with many coming from working in the industry. Some highlights of class include playing Kahoot to review Python knowledge in AI and completing a lifeline exercise in Leadership Development to learn more about the other students on my program!
Played a pretty competitive game of Kahoot and learned a bit about the statistics of the tech industry
I'm a big fan of studying in the Law Library on campus, so I wanted to find somewhere similar here in Prague. Enter the Academy of Sciences Library! Our director for the program recommended we register at this library, so I headed over one day after class and the process is surprisingly easy. You do have to pay a small fee, which I didn't expect as most American libraries are free to enter, but it was only about $10 for 6 months. Just look at the architecture and vibes... definitely puts me in more of a studying mood than my apartment.
Beyond all the academic responsibilities that started, my roommates and some other friends on our program decided to travel to Vienna for the weekend. This was probably one of the first places on my travel bucket list, because, like Prague, I had only ever heard good things about the city. It's also only 4 hours from Prague, a straight train or bus ride (we actually took both, one there and one back).
Took a bus Friday afternoon and saw the sun set over a lake
Our Czech teacher had mentioned that Vienna is similar to Prague but a little cleaner and more modern, and I definitely got that feeling when visiting. I'd have to say my favorite parts were definitely the teal and marble buildings and the delicious breakfasts we had. I would be very content if you just left me to marvel at all the pretty places around the city ngl. I'm a big planner and decided to create the route we walked on Saturday which ended up being around 30,000 steps. I don't know what my friends thought, but I'd say I'm now pretty qualified to be a tour guide haha [to my friends-- sorry for killing your feet but thanks for coming along :)]
Blue skies for our first full day (we got rained on on Sunday </3)
I almost didn't want to come back to Prague. Thankfully, more adventures to come!
Na shledanou,
Catherine Jiang
Computer Science
Tech Career Accelerator in Prague
Czech Words
přátelé - friends
Na shledanou - goodbye
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so. here's the deal. I don't want to deal. that's it. that's the real answer.
howEVER, I am going to get a nice poke bowl for lunch because I am extremely upset and in a place without my creature comforts OR my comforting creature, and maybe just for fun, I'll also find a lil cafe to spend some time in too to do some work (since, technically, I'm treating this as more of a work trip than a vacation)
I saw my mom in a hotel room yesterday. my brother and I were there for about 5-6 hours. she is too weak to sit up, or push herself back up to sit upright without help. she's too weak to walk without help. she's too weak to pull markers out of a box to put them in the pen case I made for her. she's too weak and tired to talk above a whisper.
grandpa is hosting a bbq at his house on thursday and was asking me if I could get my mom and her bf there too. we told her about this and she was like "yeah sure what's the difference between sitting in bed and sitting at grandpa's house", while jacob and I looked at each other like "... uh"
she spent probably a solid hour just zipping and unzipping the pen case and putting her hand in and taking her hand out. she picked up the TV remote because she was bothered by the microwave having time left on it and tried to reset it with the remote. after that, she did turn the TV on, but it was tuned to fox news and she just didn't change it until her bf said "hey why is this shit on" and she went "i dunno" and changed the channel. we had shitty pizza for lunch from walmart, and while she did eat an entire personal pan pizza, she had a slice in her hand that she just kind of... held... for a while until bf asked her if she wanted a fork and then handed her a fork to eat with instead.
when we were leaving, the bf asked me when I was leaving, and I said saturday. mom asked me why I was leaving saturday and I said "I have to go to work!" and she was like "when will you be back?" in a way that I kiiiiiiind of interpreted as "but you live here" and couldn't 100% interpret as "when will you be coming again from eugene, where you live now"
fortunately, the person renting out their house for a year decided to leave early, so they're at least going to live at home now. unfortunately, their house apparently has super steep, narrow stairs that she's already fallen down before when she was perfectly healthy, and bf can't carry her up and down the stairs. the master bed/bath is upstairs. everything else, including access to dr's appointments, is downstairs. her dr's appointments are in denver, which is two hours away from their house (without traffic) in pueblo. I do not like that the bf isn't making more of an effort to stay in denver or override her wishes to just go home.
and of course, I'm still sitting here BEGGING him to keep me in the loop and tell me everything that's happening and going on, because NO ONE is telling me anything, and he's also not telling anyone anything because my mom doesn't want people to know (even though she said in the hospital, when she was more lucid, that bf, me, jacob, and stepdad should know all of the details, and bf was there to hear it and agreed with her). he had a stroke a few years ago, though, which has left him with persistent memory problems, so he doesn't REMEMBER a lot of things and also doesn't write things down.
oh also I learned that my mom is/was at least a borderline alcoholic. so. ten-year-old me was correct even if it was useless to ask her outright when I learned what alcoholism was.
so anyway. I guess I'm going to go get some lunch now and see if it's still storming. things kind of suck. I really want to be home with the cat right now.
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Okay. So. Nicky rant incoming because some people need to hear this. If you don't wanna read it I'll put a cut because this is gonna get long.
Nicky hardly ever gets any attention. Okay. No one knows the guy, he flies under the radar is with Williams in George's shadow. Most people don't notice him.
Some do. And love to point out that the only factor why he is in Formula 1 is his money, pretending he got in the same way the egg did. Well.
Nicky doesn't come from a family interested in motorsports. He was at a Canadian Grand Prix and liked it and then went karting for fun with his brother and friends when he was 14 I think. Some guy told him he was good and he started trying it out and actually found he liked it and hey, why not shoot his shot.
Mind you that was 2008 or 2009. By that point Max had been karting for 4or 5 years, George for 2 or 3 and Lando for 1 or 2. And Lando is considered as 'starting late'. These guys are all a couple of years younger than Nicky.
And yet, he was part of the Winter Florida series or whatever it's called, he debuted single seaters in the same way Max did. Lance was part of it as well and some others. And he was on par with them. These guys who'd all had so much more experience.
And yeah, he grew up in a wealthy house and that made the journey easier than it was for others. He got most of his experiences in the lower Formulas. And yeah he's had shit years. Some due to bad luck, some because lack of experience. some because he was a young driver and made mistakes.
He was dropped by academy teams. (Renault for example)
But he fought his way to the top and Williams gave him the opportunity to work for them as their reserve and test driver in 2019. Yes, money played a part. As it did for so many of the drivers on the grid.
What was his dad supposed to say "No you can't get into motorsports because we're rich."
He placed 2nd in the 2019 Formula 2 series and helped DAMS get the Constructors Championship that year.
And the team who he's driven for, who he's done simwork for chose to take him to the main team chose him. Even if he "only" placed second.
People make fun of him left and right, because George beat him in most qualifyings. Because he's a backmarker. Because he drives the Williams well but doesn't outperform it in Qualifying like George. Because he's just plain unlucky. He usually is the one with the better race pace (at least last year).
He is the least experienced guy in motorsport out of the whole bunch. And he's eager to learn and he's learned and progressed so much. Because he's the one who will take over Williams as a driver next year.
Nicky isn't an outstanding talent like George or Charles, he may not even be championship material. But he's an honest guy. A nice guy. A pretty private guy. He doesn't have much of a media presence but it's been growing and it was wonderful to see him grow more and more comfortable with it.
George and him are friends, they are, they went on vacation together. They probably had the healthiest relationship as teammates in the whole grid.
He outqualified George on Saturday, showed his colours and what he can do. He's battled Mick repeatedly this season with cars that perform on a similar level.
And then on Sunday he got unlucky, or the car was shit or he just plain made a mistake.
And now things have gotten so far that people are sending him hate so much hate that he deleted his goodbye post to George, to his friend. So much that his very social media friendly girlfriend has gone on private and my heart is breaking for him.
He's done so well this season. He's defended against Max, has done so considerably better than the guy who's job it was. He's never uttered a bad word about his team. Even if his race engineer caused him to have a penalty in Baku. Even if his race engineer is telling him to shut up after asking him a question.
This weekend was supposed to be a good and proper send off for George. Nicky showed he was ready to take over. But now it's all gone to shit because the FIA and Red Bull decided to be utter twats. And people take it out on Nicky and that's not fair and my heart is breaking for him.
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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS
Percy Jackson X Reader
-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.
Chapter 22: Then It Ended
As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.
Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up.
Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.
As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG)
It was fun to burn.
As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past."
The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad.
That was okay with me.
Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...."
Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy.
On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors.
As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human.
"I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know."
I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend.
Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on.
I asked him where he was going to search first.
"Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..."
"We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?"
"Yeah."
"And you remembered your reed pipes?"
"Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat."
But he didn't really sound annoyed.
He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway.
"Well," he said, "wish me luck."
He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes.
Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware.
"Hey, Grover," Percy called.
He turned at the edge of the woods.
"Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas."
Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him.
"We'll see him again," Annabeth said.
July passed.
I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava.
From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.
I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion.
"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned."
"Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades."
"You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned."
"Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades."
"You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited.
"Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"
"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."
"So why are you still uneasy?"
The last night of the summer session came all too quickly.
The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads.
Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.
"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy.
"The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!"
The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause.
I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year.
* * *
The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could.
I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong:
Dear (WRONG NAME) ,
If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit.
Have a nice day!
Mr. D (Dionysus)
Camp Director, Olympian Council #12
That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld.
Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions.
The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport.
I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.
"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.
"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.
"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"
"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.
He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.
"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.
He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."
I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.
"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"
"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"
"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"
He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."
As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"
"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.
I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"
"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."
"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"
Nothing was working.
"Come with me..." He muttered.
"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."
"I can't change my mind."
"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."
He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."
"Promise you what?"
"You'll stay with me."
"What? Luke I wo--"
"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."
"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"
"Yo-You... might change my mind."
"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."
"I do my lord's bidding--"
"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."
"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."
Worry not hero. We shall stay.
"Please..."
We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.
I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---
We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.
I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House
***
Percy finally opened his eyes.
He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.
"Here we are again," Percy said.
"You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..."
"Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit."
He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved."
"Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened."
Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.
I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all.
The room was quiet for a long time.
"I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."
Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story.
"This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once."
"Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him."
Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—"
"Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!"
"Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready."
"Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?"
Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—"
"You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?"
His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..."
Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows.
"All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!"
He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing."
"We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said.
"We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come."
"Assuming I live that long."
Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision."
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you."
He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here."
"Who's here?" Percy asked.
Nobody answered.
Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time.
Annabeth studied the floor.
"What's wrong?" Percy asked her.
"Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?"
"Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside."
"Percy, that isn't a good idea."
Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.
I said, "I told you ..."
"I'm fine," He insisted.
He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance.
By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing.
It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun.
"What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us.
"I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only."
Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy."
He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?"
She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver.
"I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try."
"That took guts."
She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?"
Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."
"You already know my plans."
"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?"
"Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."
She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug.
"Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."
"You too, Wise Girl."
Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."
"Of course Peabody."
We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world.
"I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"
"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..."
He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."
"Alone?"
I smiled at him.
"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"
"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."
I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.
"Delivery for Y/N L/N."
"Uhm..."
"Hermes." He said.
I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.
"H-Huh...?"
"For helping Luke."
"I..."
Don't forget her mail!
Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!
No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!
"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."
"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.
Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."
"Hi?"
Hello!
Hi
"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."
Next time we meet you should have snacks.
Then he vanished.
Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.
Sweetie,
You've made quite a friend here.
-Mom and Dad.
I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.
Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.
"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.
I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.
"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.
"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"
"Do you know where to look first?"
Call upon our hound.
I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.
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Ok honest question because I don’t follow players that weren’t on the canes last season who is deangelo and what is going on like why are people freaking out? I’m genuinely curious.
hey bub! It's totally okay to ask that, I know things are crazy right now. I'm sorry for taking so long, I wanted to answer this right. So.
english is not my first language and I'm so full of rage right now that I won't be able to write everything and explain it to you, but !!! I looked for people who could explain so much better than me and here they are:
here we have a post with sources and info (use of slurs, past with other teams, abuse of officials, denial of COVID, challenging a fan to fight, support for trump) (I put the reblogged version because someone added info)
here we have a post with a whole article by The Atletic about when he was punched in the face and put on waivers right after.
if you don't want to read the whole thing (you should!), I want to point some things out of it:
"DeAngelo, who was on the ice for four of Pittsburgh’s five goals, was on notice for a while – from his controversial social media posts through his “maturity” issues that got him benched at least twice in the last three seasons – including a two-game vacation for an unnecessary unsportsmanlike conduct penalty on opening night."
Unsportsmanlike conduct penalty on opening night... Now, that doesn't look good.
"Now this. On Sunday, the Rangers placed DeAngelo on waivers, meaning he can be claimed by any team until noon on Monday."
He wasn't claimed. Out of all the 30 nhl teams who could claim him... Nothing.
More about the 'altercation' and the steal of the puck too, and from that article I want to point out this:
"Furthermore, three separate sources independently confirmed to Blueshirt Banter that there was concern at various levels of the organization regarding DeAngelo’s treatment of rookie defenseman K’Andre Miller. Sources did not wish to go on the record with specific examples but indicated that it was an issue that caught the attention and ire of multiple players in the organization. Additionally, sources say tension has been building up in the locker room prior to the incident on Saturday night."
Also, I like this article because it talks about the 9.6 milion deal the Rangers decided to give to him!
A little thread about his chances in the league.
I think I put enough links but if anyone has anything to add to this, please do. I hope I could help you out, anon.
Deangelo is a racist. A piece of shit in so many ways and I'm so sorry for all the people that he hurt with his words and actions. It's truly disgusting to have your team make the conscious decision to sign someone like him and my heart goes out to all of you who were affected by this. I'm truly sorry.
(and to think the canes signed ethan bear, who had to go through so much racist comments after the oilers lost in the playoffs... to play alongside Deangelo... it’s truly some poor fucking thinking.)
I hope for a day when "hockey is for everyone" looks like something we can really see and experience, not just a performative piece of speech.
#tw tony deangelo#tw racial slurs#tony deangelo#<- tagging for the ones who blacklisted it#hey anon how are u#I'm sorry if this is incomplete#and please if you want to add something !!! please do !!!
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WARNING: A little NSFW.
NOTE: Welcome to July! I went nearly a week with no internet, but I have returned and I intend to start jamming this fic through to the end. We're essentially entering the last "arc" of the story now and I hope you're all ready for it. Thank you for the reviews and continued readership, I appreciate that so much - especially when I'm taking forever to get this finished.
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"Aww, c'mon, why am I the only one excited about this?"
The rest of the gang sort of shrugged noncommittally. None of them seemed to want to say aloud that the reason they couldn't summon the same level of anticipation as Yosuke was that they were still missing Narukami. Chie was staring down into her usual bowl of meat, stirring it distractedly.
"Not even you, Satonaka?!"
"Why me?!" she protested grumpily. "Like, single somebody else out, you jerk!"
Wilting in defeat, Yosuke leaned back against the railing around the school roof. "Ugh… you're all impossible."
"It's just Golden Week," Yukiko protested with a slight squirm. She wanted to be kind, to resist the temptation to pop Yosuke's little bubble of joy. But she also wanted to be realistic. "I agree, it would be wonderful to have a little vacation, but if we can't agree on where to go, and aren't that excited as a group…"
"Come on, we shouldn't have to give up that easy." Rise shrugged and hopped up from her seat. "Why don't we just do Okinawa? It's far enough that it's a vacation without being so crazy that all our time would be taken up by travel. I mean, unless we have to go all the way to Hawaii or something to have a good time."
The floppy-haired boy looked at her like she was the coming Messiah, drifting down from upon high to bless him with her presence. "Bless you. Absolutely bless you for saving me! I could kiss you!"
When he started to approach, she held up a hand palm out. "Try it and I will be wearing your teeth as a necklace." As he deflated, she turned the charm back on and pressed her hands together on one side of her face, smiling a dazzling smile. "Okinawa it is! We just need an adult to accompany us, or we're gonna get hassled a lot."
"Hmm, good point," Naoto said. Then the group as one looked toward the unsuspecting Kanji.
"Huh? Wha- I'm younger than most of you guys!"
"Yeah, but you look older," Chie pointed out with a thoughtful expression, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Do you think we could pull it off?"
While the taller boy was very clearly fuming that they thought of him as an old man, Yosuke put his fists firmly on his hips. "Yeah! I'm liking this! Next stop, the island of Okinawa!"
~ o ~
Of course, even though at that time Rise was overjoyed, there would be complications. And one of these was pointed out to her by Ebihara after school, when they were stopping off at the Shiroku store just to take a poke around.
"Why didn't you suggest everybody go see Narukami?"
Rise stopped dead with her hand halfway reaching toward a candy bar. "Oh… I… wow, that is a really good point."
"As if I make any other kind," Ai scoffed with a half-smirk. "But yeah… probably a little late now, since you have everybody amped up to go to Okinawa. But hey, there's always summer vacation."
"Yeah, that's true… but I feel incredibly stupid. Seriously, why didn't I think of him first? We all miss him… me most of all, since he's my boyfriend."
The taller girl rolled her eyes as she picked up a bottle of green tea. "Are we going back to that? You can't do anything about it publicly right now, anyway — since the entire world is convinced you're having a 'Class S fling' before you grow up."
The words hit her so hard she had to brace against the wall to keep from pitching over. "You saw that one, huh?"
"All over every tabloid. They really like that outdated way of thinking; like girls can't legitimately want to be with girls for their whole lives. To be honest, I'm a little shocked you aren't being hounded by paparazzi at this exact second. We don't exactly have a lot of LGBT idols."
"Yes, well… there aren't any pictures, so technically, it's just a bunch of gossip from teenage girls. Only had a handful of phone calls about it, and saying 'no comment' to all those seemed to actually stop them. Pretty weird."
"That's because you're all washed up, Kujikawa," she sighed, smirking hard at her. "Yesterday's news. Retired before your time."
"Stooop! Why are you so mean to me?!" She slapped her a few times on the arm, and Ai laughed and held it up to shield herself a little better.
"Kidding! God, take a joke, bitch. But for real… maybe the word isn't out about your comeback yet, so they don't think you're worth being headline news. It will get a lot bigger when you get a lot bigger again."
At least that was a less bleak spin on the situation. Rise smiled over at her as they paid for their odds and ends and headed out. "Fine. I just don't know what difference it makes to you where we go."
"Hey, maybe I want to see Okinawa just as bad as you. Why are you the one that gets to decide everything without my input?"
"Oh, don't be such a…" Then it caught up to her, and she turned with raised eyebrows to look at her girlfriend. "What?"
"You're the one who can't finish her thought. What what?"
"I didn't think you would want to come with us."
Ai scowled as they came to a stop in the middle of the main street, hands on her hips. "You really think you're going on a big Golden Week vacation and I won't want to go with my supposed romantic partner?"
"No, not… I didn't think you would want to go with them. After what happened."
"Mm. I mean, clearly they are complete morons. But… being with you trumps having to put up with their idiotic antics. Besides… you gotta."
Jutting out her chin, she said, "Hey! I don't 'gotta' do anything but stay cute and talented!" Ai only laughed, so she stamped her foot. "Don't you laugh at me!"
"Why not? You're adorable. And anyway, I meant because I'm your giiirlfriend, so how would it look if you showed up there without me? Or if the town spotted me wandering around this week while you're out there living it up. Face it, you really painted yourself into a corner this time, Kujikawa."
Still pouting, she muttered, "Fine, senpai. I guess you know best."
"I do," she replied, mussing her hair up. Rise slapped at her hands and she laughed, and eventually Rise couldn't help laughing as well. "Sorry, I know that's a pain in the ass to fix. But you're just too cute!"
"I am," she admitted with a sigh. "And you're right; I did this whole 'public relationship' thing to get you to listen to me, and it was a dirty trick. This is my punishment. I must accept it diligently."
"Who the hell are you supposed to be now? Wait, you know what? Don't tell me. Let me just believe you lost your goddamn mind." That one earned her a lot more smackings.
~ o ~
Everything bumped along easily enough through to the following Saturday. The minute their classes let out, the whole gang was racing home to their already-packed bags, ditching their uniforms, and hopping the train to a bus, to the airport. It was a mess of changeovers and stress, but Naoto had mapped the perfect route that would limit their time spent travelling without costing them extra. Without her, they would have been sunk.
The trip itself took the entire rest of the day. By the time they dragged themselves into their rooms in the rustic inn, they were all ready to fall immediately into bed and be dead to the world for several hours so that the next day they could enjoy themselves. The problem was…
"Wait, where are our beds?!"
Yosuke wasn't wrong. The traditional-looking room most certainly didn't have beds at all. The boy pouted as he dropped his duffel bag and clutched at his hair, scanning every nook and cranny as if one would jump out at him from the shadows.
"This does seem to be very traditional," Yukiko pointed out, scanning the room again. She immediately crossed to the closet and yanked open one of the sliding doors. "Ah! Futon."
"Futon?! Aww, I thought they'd have Western beds! We're on vacation, for cryin' out loud!"
"Don't be such a baby," Chie sighed, stretching her limbs. "Feel more sorry for those of us who don't like sleeping with a bunch of nosy jerks so close to each other. Like you."
While he was pouting and grumbling, Rise glanced between her and the dutiful Yukiko, who was already laying out the futons for everyone without prompting. Falling into her usual job. Chie probably meant that she was upset she wouldn't get much "alone time" with her girlfriend while they were all lying on top of each other. That really was too bad; even if she had barely tasted true love with Narukami, and seen hints of it in a certain affluent team manager, she knew that being kept away from it would likely be as agonising as it sounded.
And speak of the devil…
"Sucks to be you guys."
They all turned at once, and Rise cringed when she noticed everybody else froze. So she tried to be quick about announcing, "Hey, Ebi-chan! You made it!"
"Thank you, Welcoming Committee Of One," she snorted as she glanced around at the rest of them. "And you guys, too. Really doing a great job of making me feel like this trip was worth it."
"You don't have to be here," Chie muttered.
"What's that? It almost sounded like you had something to say, Bowl Cut."
Said bowl cut almost seemed to bristle as Chie rolled up the sleeve of her green jacket and started to stomp over toward her. But Kanji grabbed her by the neckline to hold her back. "Can't you guys save it till tomorrow?" he yawned. "I'm beat."
"Please?" Rise insisted. The tomboy looked like she wanted to protest, but she dropped back to fold her arms over her chest sulkily.
"Beautiful," Ai snorted. "I've just come to collect my property and then I'll head back to my room."
"What property is that?" Rise asked. When Ai pointed at her, she gulped and whispered, "Oh."
"I don't think that's very nice," Yukiko remarked with a slight frown.
Summoning a smile wasn't exactly easy when she was dealing with all those butterflies in her stomach, but Rise managed. "She's kidding, Yuki-chan. Thanks, though."
"Who says I was kidding? If you want me to keep playing along with this media circus, you're my bitch. Get used to it." Then she smirked at the others. "I promise to return her in good condition. Slightly used."
As they headed out, Rise bowing slightly and apologising, she overheard Chie muttering "The nerve of that guy" before the door shut behind them. Great.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yep."
"I'm really sorry. I tried to explain ab-"
"I don't give a shit what Bowl Cut thinks about me. They can all think I'm some drag queen if they want; there are worse things in the world. Like bigots."
"Y-yeah," she laughed nervously. "But I'm kinda hoping… we can all get along during this trip. Maybe they can even be better than-"
"Don't hold your breath."
"I will," she told her, a little frustrated with being cut off so many times. "I'll hold my breath until Golden Week is over if I want to, you aren't the boss of me. No matter what you just told them."
Finally, Ai turned to smirk at her as they walked along toward the other hotel room. She had flown ahead, given that she had access to more swift modes of transportation than the plebs; Rise could have done the same, but she wanted to hang with the group. "Oh, we'll see about that, bitch. But not tonight. Everybody's exhausted."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." However, she changed her tune quick when Rise turned on her heel and started walking back the way they came. "Wha- hey!" She jogged a couple of steps to catch up. "Where are you going?"
"Back to crowd into that shitty little room. It's better than being called your bitch every five seconds."
"Hey, whose fault is that? And do you really wanna have a public fight where the paparazzi can see us?"
"I don't even care. Maybe that would be for the best; then it's a public end to the public thing, and you can be an asshole to… to whoever you want, on your own time! So just leave me alone and go… to…"
The hand clamped onto her own gave her pause. The touch was firm but not rough; just enough to keep her from storming any further toward where her friends were getting ready for bed. When Rise didn't try pulling away, she caught up enough to place her other hand on Rise's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Wow, you really are a jerk." Ai swallowed hard before continuing, "I'm sorry… for being so… ugh. This is a pain in the ass."
"Then I guess I'm not worth it to you."
"Wow, loaded statement much?" No response, so she pressed ahead, "I'm trying. Okay? I'm just a bitch by default, you know that — and you did some fucked shit to me. Let me work through it if you want to get anywhere."
Rise turned and buried her face in Ai's chest, nuzzling against the side of her neck. The taller girl's breath caught and held fast. "Just be nice to me. Try?"
"Rise…" After a second, her hand drifted up to press into her back, holding her there. "Come on. Let's go get some sleep."
"Yeah." They parted, turned to head for Ai's room… but weren't walking nearly as far apart this time. That was marked progress.
~ o ~
The next morning was a lot more interesting than that evening. They were so dead tired that they only got about half their clothes off before crawling into the futons Ai had set up — right next to each other. Her rationale was that if anyone checked the suite, it would support their claim that they were a hot-and-heavy couple. Rise found it hard to argue with that.
However, waking up with a decent-sized boner digging into her hip was a fine hello.
'Oh GOD,' she squealed internally. 'This can't be happening! Ai is all horny and too asleep for me to be able to ask her to cut that out!' In fact, she had tried to dig her elbow into her side, just enough to rouse her; no luck. If she did more than that she was afraid of robbing her of her sleep, or waking her up in a bad mood that might persist for the remainder of the day. Or worse: waking her up and embarrassing her, which she didn't want to do, either.
Then again… she couldn't pretend some part of the reason she didn't wake her was interest. What was it like to touch her directly? Not just petting along it with one finger for half a second — or through underwear and a long t-shirt; she already knew what that felt like, given that she had been dealing with the sensation for about fifteen minutes by now.
The worst part was how her own body was reacting. At first, she was just nervous and maybe a little creeped out, even though her curiosity was always there. But by now… she felt her heart pounding, throat dry, and tingles in places she had rarely felt tingles before. All thanks to a rigid little monster hiding in her girlfriend's panties.
"Wakey-wakey, Ebi-chaaaan," she whispered to the figure slumbering against her side. She really did look so sweet there. So pretty… she wanted to kiss her again. But that wasn't okay! She was asleep. Even though she knew it was a relatively harmless thing to do, she still didn't feel quite right about it.
Maybe she should try to slide out from under her. Yes, that sounded like a much safer idea. Nobody would feel like they had been violated this way. So little by little, she began to inch away from her, keeping her eyes on Ai's flawless features…
"Nnnhh…"
"Hey!" Rise squeaked when the sleeping girl redoubled her grip on her. Shit! She bit her lip, trying to ignore how much closer to a certain area that firm presence was now. Could she find no relief from this personal hell?!
This was supposed to be Narukami. Oh, she had dreamed many times about waking up beside him, letting him see a glimpse of a sexy shoulder before she pulled her kimono on and went to get breakfast. Sometimes, he dragged her back to bed, began to ravage her with kisses. And sometimes…
Well, no, she didn't really imagine sex. That part wasn't as integral to her fantasies; she just wanted to enjoy the physical and emotional intimacy. The act itself might be fun but she wasn't as concerned with that. But from time to time, she did imagine Yu kissing all over her neck, or-
OH NO. Now she was even more tingly and right up against the thing that had instigated these tingles in the first place. This was getting bad! Ai was groaning a little from all the movement but not quite rousing from her slumber. So she was still stuck fast.
"Ebihara, please," she hissed, pushing at her shoulders slightly. The noises got louder. "Hey! Are you in there, somewhere?!"
"Mhhh?" she asked as her hips began to grind a little — and Rise could swear she was seeing stars. This was awakening her body for the first time and she was just starting to wish that this wouldn't stop. "Who… wha?"
When Ai's eyes slit open and she saw Rise was beneath her, she blinked a few times. Rise gulped and grimaced. Then the teen queen began to frown down at her pop star girlfriend as she struggled to come up with a proper greeting.
"Oh. I uh… good… morning?"
To Be Continued…
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I was wondering if I could maybe ask for some Sharon and Bobbi Morse? But like i don't know if you are taking ideas at the moment and I've been like a week trying to message you to ask 👉👈
i felt so bad i just saw this and i know you sent this in ages ago! i’m going to try my best. i’m not too familiar with bobbi morse, but i’m going to try my best! i am so so sorry for my late response!
When Coulson had called and told Morse that she was going to be assisting in a training course, she wanted to put her head through a wall. She hated working with new recruits: they were either so nervous they’d blow the whole mission, or so cocky that they’d blow the whole mission. And then she would have to come and fix it.
And then she walked into the gym with disinterest written all over her face, and paused when she saw her.
Thirteen. One of the best agents in the field, also creator of the legendary “hair-flip-into-the-face” move that nearly every agent with long hair used now.
Also her biggest crush. Bobbi doesn’t even like using that word because it’s so juvenile, but that’s the only real way she can describe it.
“Hey Morse,” Thirteen says, grinning. God, her smile is gorgeous. “Ready to whip these trainees into shape with me?”
“Um...yes.”
They don’t talk for a while after that--at least, not personally. Thirteen shows how to incapacitate your opponent, and Bobbi shows how to do an effective choke-hold.
It’s a good time.
Thirteen grins at her.
“Hit the showers, trainees. Tomorrow we’re gonna go over how to run and also keep going while looking back.”
There are groans of acknowledgement as they move out of the room like a horde of zombies, completely exhausted.
“You do well with the trainees,” Thirteen says. “I’m not sure why Coulson said you’d be hesitant.”
“If I was on my own, half of these kids would be transferring to office jobs,” Bobbi admits. “I’m...not the best with people. Well, new people.”
“We all heard about what happened in Belfast,” Thirteen says, grinning. “I, for one, think that you do great with trainees. We still use that story to scare them into always double-checking the wiring no matter their level of high education.”
“Really?”
“You tend to intimidate some of us, Mockingbird. Especially with all your help of SHIELD clean-up.”
“No big deal,” Bobbi says, smiling. “Didn’t know you knew about that.”
“Have a couple of friends in high places. Hawkeye wants your autograph.”
Bobbi snorts.
“Clint has it on a dollar bill or something, I’m sure. He’s asked for it about seven times, but six of those was because I got him coffee.”
Thirteen laughs, and Bobbi can’t lie and say she isn’t honored that she got Thirteen to smile.
-
The week goes by easily, and Thirteen gets coffee.
“You have a certain order you want from the cafe a street down?” she asks.
“Um. Black. Coffee?” Bobbi asks.
Thirteen sends her a look.
“You serious?”
“No, but I don’t wanna trouble you.”
“Unless you’re the villain I captured in Vienna two months back and escaped, you’re not going to trouble me a bit.”
“Vanilla latte, one espresso shot and hazelnut syrup.”
“Gotcha.” She taps it in her phone, waggling the device a bit. “And now, I shall remember it forever!”
Bobbi’s heart warms a little bit.
They share coffee and smiles and Thirteen tells her a little bit about her cousin, who apparently survives solely off coffee and has a problem with creamers.
“He’s specific,” she says. “Only one certain brand, and only one flavor. If they’re out, he won’t drink coffee and turns into the worst person alive.”
“Sounds...eccentric,” Bobbi adds, and Thirteen laughs.
“Yeah, one way to put it.”
-
There’s an emergency. Supervillain wants to take over the world, the save-the-world-team is on a vacation.
“Bobbi, Thirteen, you’re our next bet,” Fury says. “Don’t fuck it up, and be back for dinner. Maria’s catered in pizza.”
“Oh hell yeah,” Thirteen exclaims, pumping her fist. “Alright Mockingbird, let’s get started.”
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Fighting with Thirteen is a perfect dream. She gets it, really and truly. She can improv like nobody’s business, check in with the rest of the team, and watches Bobbi’s back.
Bobbi pushes her down to avoid a bullet, and she’s facing her, face in front of face, and too-close.
“Well if this is how you wanted me, I really wanted you to show me off-hours,” Thirteen says, breathless.
Bobbi laughs, helping her up while taking out a goon on his way to try to beat them up.
“I have off-hours on Friday. Hopefully, you do too.”
“Ooh, on til nine. Switched shifts with Romanoff for an early Saturday. You free then?”
“Anywhere you want me, Saturday.”
“Good, I can cross a few things off of my to-do list.”
“Quit flirting on the battlefield or no pizza!” Maria barks into the communication line.
Bobbi snickers.
“Save a slice of pepperoni for me,” she quips.
They get back to fighting.
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Post-fight, current-pizza is perhaps the best that Sharon’s been feeling in a while. Especially with Bobbi so close to her, thighs nearly touching, and both faces streaked with dirt and satisfaction lining their smiles.
“My apartment is only a few blocks from here,” Sharon whispers into her ear. “And I know you’re exhausted. What do you say we sleep this one off?”
“Promise a shower?” Bobbi whispers back.
“Only if I get a fantastic view.”
Bobbi snorts.
“You got yourself a deal. Let me pack up my bags.”
Sharon hums with excitement as she unlocks her apartment.
It’s personal, is what it is. Bobbi wasn’t expecting it. Usually, numbered agents were intensely private about their lives. No names, no reminders on the fridge, and definitely not any decorations/reminders of a personal life.
Thirteen is...not that.
“Technically, my name is an open secret,” Thirteen says. “I’m Sharon. Nice to meet you, Bobbi.”
“Sharon,” Bobbi repeats slowly. She sees a hanging picture in the kitchen. She’s with a remarkably similar woman, although years younger. It appears that they’re at some sort of school event, and the young Sharon is holding up a blue ribbon of some sort.
“That was at my ice hockey championship. Peggy always did like that.”
“Huh.”
Sharon grins.
“Most don’t expect it, right? But enough about that. You want water?”
“Please.”
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They don’t do anything but exist together that night. Bobbi takes a shower, then Sharon. She wears a shirt that smells of good detergent and rosewater.
“I’ll make breakfast in the morning,” Sharon whispers, turning off the lamp. “You get rest.”
Yeah. Bobbi could get used to something like this.
Coulson is quite smug when she signs up for another training session.
“Told you that the newbies would grow on you.”
“Oh, they definitely didn’t. Thirteen, however, did.”
He pales.
Bobbi laughs.
#i am. so sorry#i completely missed this prompt! and i apologize for that#sharonbobbi#bobbi morse#sharon carter#sorry if bobbi is oc but know next to nothing about her :(#lovelyirony writes#i think that bobbi would not like new people without experience but that's just a me thought thing#agent thirteen#i also think it would be funny if everyone was like 'omg thirteen!' and sharon was like....anyways hi
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In Only Seven Days
Summary: In only seven days, you become the most beautiful person for Roger Taylor. In only seven days, you are the person who Roger Taylor loved the most. In only one day, you are the person who hurted him the most.
Warnings: Pure angst with some fluff moments Mention of death (but it's nothing that will change the fanfic), mentions of cheating
Author's Note: A little break from Crystal Kiss. This was asked by @dragon-out-of-water
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
After a long time, Roger finally got to have a little day off, since the boys were working all day and all night, with some of them coming home very late to their families. Roger was no exception, since he had Dominique who was always waiting for him in their house. But it wasn't the same anymore. He knows if he stayed with Dominique in those seven days, he would probably go crazy. Roger had only seven days to try to relax before going back to his work again.
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me.
“Why don't we go to the beach, love?” Dominique entered the kitchen, talking loudly with a big smile in her face. Coming closer to her husband, she hugged him from behind, his body tensed, and she pretend to not notice — after all, this was happening every time she touched him -. “It would be nice, a day for only the two of us, no kids, no worries, no rock n' roll world. Don't you think?” No, Roger wanted to scream. The only thing he asked was for seven days of peace, seven days only for him. He didn't want to go for a party or anything like that. He knew he needed those seven days, but he wasn't very sure now. Yet, he turned around and give his wife a smile. “Of course.” His lack of emotions on his voice didn't go unnoticed by his wife, but she pretend that this didn't bother her, and instead, run for the second floor, ready to put some beach clothes, finally having time for themselves at the beach.
Moments later, arriving the beach, they noticed it didn't have a lot of people, but what they expected when it was tuesday? People had jobs that didn't give them this opportunity of a whole week off. There was only three or four kids running around, some group of teenagers talking. And you.
God, now everything Roger wanted to do was thanks his wife for taking him off that house and bringing him to the beach. You were under the light of the sun. Roger could swear he was seeing an angel: your skin, your hair, your expressions, your body. Everything was just perfect for him “Rog, love, I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can go sit anywhere you choose, okay?” Dominique asked, and Roger answered a mumbled okay, still looking at you, trying to memorize every piece of your image in his head. You turned and saw this blonde man, who seemed to have collected the ocean in his eyes, staring at you. You could swear you have seen his face somewhere, but couldn't remember. The only thing you did was smile to him. He smiled back, totally amused by how your cheeks were suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose. He was fighting back the smile that was trying to creep out, but he only failed. He could see you giggling, a giggle he could feel in his heart. How much he wanted to come closer to you. You, you, you, this beautiful angel, only you.
Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
“I know what we will do with this 'little vacation'.” Roger said at his wife. They were in bed, recovering after a wild make out session, but it wasn't Dominique face who was there. No, he tried to put every detail of your face in Dominique, pretending that it was you who soft lips were being pressed against his own. He even went as far as saying “my beautiful angel” a few times. This only make Roger's wife become red, but he didn't feel the same butterflies as when he saw you with the pink tone in your cheeks. “What?” Dominique asked, curiosity in her eyes. “We will go every day to the beach!”
He expected you to be there. He knew it was impossible, but he wanted to risk it. His hope was the only star in this dark universe, but he wanted this star to keep shining. The birds singing seemed to follow him at his little walk to the beach. Roger could only think this was a good sign of his friend Destiny, who could finally give him some joy in his life. He was even whistling to the song the birds created, only for him. But it soon turned into a brokenhearted song when he looked, and looked, and looked for you in that beach, only to find kids, teenagers and adults humming to their own birdsong, too absorbed to even notice that his blue eyes weren't sparkling anymore.
And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
Roger didn't give up. He knew that nothing happened in a rush. That's why when he found you again, he didn't wanted to waste time, it could be his last chance. You were alone, he was alone too. This must be a sign of destiny.
“Hello” Roger approached you. As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to put them back; only a hello? Weren't you the one who could get any woman kissing your feet? He cursed himself.
“Hello, stranger” You replied with a smile. There it was. Call it love at first sight, call it Roger an old-fashioned lover boy. He didn't care. There it was this beautiful smile. You weren't even aware of the effect you had in him only smiling, he could swear he saw his little star of hope shining brighter than ever, he could even swear his dark universe lighten up a little.
“Can I sit here with you?”
“Sure.” He didn't come that far only to his conversation to end in this. He had to get more. “What's your name?”
“(Y/N), and yours is?”
“Roger. Roger Taylor.” Now you know where you recognized his face. Roger Taylor, The Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. But wasn't him supposed to be working?
“What bring such a beautiful girl like you to the beach? Relaxing?” Now Roger was recognizing himself: being relaxed around girls, not even a trait of nervousism in his face — even if he feels like burning inside -.
“I don't think a pretty boy like you would be interested” God, did he got too far? Should he be worried about- “But let's give it a try. I have a few days off. One of the bosses of the company died, and they decided to give it this week for everyone to keep their mind out of work and problems. I guess it's work” Now he knew that you weren't actually being rude. You were just teasing him. Roger let go a breath he himself didn't know he was holding.
“I'm sorry to hear that. But hey, at least I got to meet you”
“That's such a horrible thought” You punched him slightly, throwing your head back while a laugh mixed with the sounds of sea. It was now or never.
“Can I say something totally crazy?” Roger finally gathered the courage to look at your eyes. Those eyes filled with emotion. “I think I'm in love with you.”
Now you knew why they were filled with emotion, they were filled with love. And so where yours. Both worlds stopped for a moment, only to reconnect you and Roger in a unique world; one world where only the two existed. The sound of sea was the only thing allowed to see this world, just like the hot touch of the sun, like fingers stretching across their skin.
“This is crazy” Roger expected a slap, a scream. “But I love craziness” He didn't expect that.
I wish Friday would last for ever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there
You were in Roger's arms, feeling the warm of his skin against your own. His fingers were placed in your waist. Your eyes were candles in that night, Roger didn't even care if he was late to come home, he wanted nothing but feel you a little more. Goosebumps lined your skin, not the kind than one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. “A beautiful angel" Roger whispered in your hair, making you smile.
“Your beautiful angel”
He got up, putting only his pants before searching for something at his bag. He never left house without it, where it was now? Finally, he found. His Polaroid camera was right there, in his hands, ready to transform a memory into a photo
“My beautiful angel” He repeated, sitting in the bed moments before you both were embracing into each other's body, trying to turn into only one, wanting nothing more than being complete. He clicked. Waiting a moment, it finally comes out, the photo that, in the future, could make him feel joy and sadness at the same time. Your hair was a mess, your body was full of his marks, but yet, you were beautiful. His beautiful angel.
Saturday just twenty-four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday
Roger waked up to an empty bed. He would probably think that every memory of your body, of the patterns he drew on your skin, the kiss you shared, was only his mind playing tricks. But then he saw it.
The photo.
You continued full of his marks, full of the traits of the love he'd given you. Full of beauty. But where were you? He started calling your name, not even caring if he was just in his pants, or if the other people of the hotel could hear him. Where were you? He walked to the little living room — after all, he supposed you would still be here, then you both would enjoy a nice TV show, and share breakfast, and love each other —, but there's no sign you were there. Not even clothes. Did he say something wrong sleeping? Did he say something wrong at all? Looking at the table, he could feel his whole body becoming red of anger.
“News of Today: rock star Roger Taylor has a day off with his wife, Dominique Beyrand. Such a lovely couple”
You probably tought you were only his little affair. This wasn't fair at all. He finally feel complete when he was with you, and the a stupid magazine comes and ruin it all. He found love so easily. Easy come, easy go.
After so much crying, after so much screams, after a broken heart, he finally gathered the courage to come back home, only to find the woman who he had promised be the only one in his life sleeping in the couch, probably worried and waiting for him to come back home. He couldn't feel worse. But the Polaroid was still in his hands. “My beautiful angel now is gone” He whispered to himself.
Ooh so sad alone
TAGLIST: @someone-get-a-medic @dragon-out-of-water @queenscoolcat
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Credulous
Ch. 5: Change
Genre: FallenGuardianAngel! Jimin, Supernatural
Members: Jimin
Pairings: Jimin x y/n
Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.
Warnings: None
Word count: 4.4k
A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Please like and reblog if you do!
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“Take me home.” Those were the only words I could manage to get out. Jimin didn't say a word, instead complying to my wishes. He took us home on a taxi that he paid for. My eyes shedding tears the whole ride, his arm around me. I couldn't pull myself together, not until we arrived at my apartment. Once inside the warmth it offered, Jimin didn't waste any time to scold me.
“Are you kidding me? A ferris wheel? Malum, you shouldn't be doing things like that if I'm not around.” He shakes his head, he seems disappointed in my. How was I supposed to know that would happen? They're supposed to be safe, for the most part. I mean, yeah accidents could happen, but still. “I'm sorry, I didn't know.” I quietly apologize, my head down.
“I mean, seriously? What were you thinking? I've told you many times, stay away from anything dangerous.” He sighs heavily. “You're just lucky I was there.” Finishing his little rant he comes to sit down next to me. My eyes watery again. “I was so scared, I was looking everywhere for you. I couldn't see you.” I hug him tightly, which he responds to by doing the same, rubbing my back. Everything had happened so quickly, I didn't know what would happen. Before he can continue scolding me, however, my phone starts ringing.
I open my purse to take my phone out, only to see Rae's name, plastered on the screen. “Hello?” I manage, my voice slightly shaky. Rae is quick with her words, she sounds worried, which in turn upsets me. “Are you okay? Where are you? David said there was an accident at the ferris wheel and you left running.” It was supposed to be a special night for Rae, but I did the thing I was trying to avoid, worry her. I wanted her to enjoy her night with Henry, not worry about me.
“Don't let her know you left with me.” Jimin chimes in from beside me. Surprisingly, Rae heard him, which obviously made me panic. “Who was that?” She quickly asks. “Was that a man's voice? Who are you with?” She questions and I can hear the guys asking her questions in the background of my whereabouts. “Uh… No… No, that was my uh, laptop. I'm home, I'm just a little shaken up is all. Please, please don't worry about me Rae! Just have fun with your date, please. Tell David I'm sorry I left, I really enjoyed his company, maybe we can all hang out again soon?” At my last sentence, Jimin's eyebrow raises. I'm confused for a moment as to what that gesture is supposed to mean. “I'm really sorry. I have to go now.” I hang up before she can argue anything, giving Jimin a glare. Now it was my turn to scold him.
“I’m not clueless, I haven’t mentioned you to her at all. I know better… but that was a close call.” He can only smile at me, it’s as if he’s taunting me. He pulls me into his embrace again, my head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Malum.” He rests his head atop of mine. I didn’t mention it to Rae on the phone because I didn’t want to worry her, but I was starting to realise that I’d been so scared because of the car accident. I would have been shocked, and feared for my life. Yes, but I don’t think I’d been as shocked, as I was now. The car accident had left a permanent mark. “I can’t believe I almost died twice. I… I’m just glad I have you.” I hold onto him tighter, it’s as if I’m holding my safe haven, and nothing could possibly go wrong as long as I hold on. I never want to let go.
It was so easy to fall asleep in his arms, that I hadn’t even realised when I had. All I remember was him singing softly to me, and my eyes having trouble staying open. It was Saturday morning now, and my body was covered by my blankets, head on my pillows. My phone buzzed loudly as my alarm went off. The sun shined through the window, bringing light into my room. Groaning as I turned my alarm off, remembering I still had work. I usually had the weekends off, but just like last week, I had to cover someone else’s shift.
Reluctantly getting out of bed with a deep sigh, I walked into my bathroom to shower. The hot water relaxing my muscles. I prayed that I could stay in here for awhile longer, just wanting to relax. Of course, that wasn’t possible. I had responsibilities, and bills to pay. After I had successfully gotten dressed and ready for work, I was off.
I rode my bike to work this time around, letting the air run through my hair. It was nice and soon today, which was great, but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it much as I would have to stay in for most of it, working. “Hey Y/n, are you covering for someone again.” Lauren asked me, and I laughed sadly, nodding my head. “Can you believe it? I’m supposed to have the weekend off, but instead I’ve been working for two consecutive weeks.” She laughs as she pats my back.
“You’ll be fine. I’m sure something will work in your favor soon.” She smiles as she continues with her order. I quickly jump in to help her with the others. Taking orders at the register here and there. Today wasn’t as busy, but it wasn’t slow either. Thankfully so, because while most people might like slow days, as it means they didn’t have to do much. I hated them, with nothing to do I’d get bored easily.
“Hey, have you seen Stephen?” Lauren asks, as she taps the coffee cup in her hands. Now that she’d mentioned it, I hadn’t. He’d usually greet me when I came into work, but he hadn’t today. He wasn’t even out and about like usual, restocking items or marking things on his clipboard. “Not at all, where could he be?” She shrugs her shoulders as she takes the coffee to the customer. “I haven’t seen him at all either. Maybe he’s in his office?” She suggests. Maybe, but it wasn’t like him to stay in there so long.
The rest of the work day went slowly. Customers coming in and out, some sitting in different spots with books in their hands or laptops in front of them. The sun was shining brightly through the windows, and I wished I would be able to go out there, maybe go to a park and have a picnic with Rae. “Everyone, attention please.” Stephen spoke up, coming into the kitchen. My coworkers and I gathered around. I wondered if he’d been here this whole time or if he’d just got here. “I’m giving you all the week off until Monday. My mother got into an accident and she’s in the hospital, I have to go take care of her now and I figured I’d just let you all off the hook.” He sighs as he finishes his statement. He dangles the keys to the shop in his hand. “You guys can leave now as well, I’ll close up.” He walks over to the counter, announcing that we’re just about to close.
Some customers start picking up their stuff, getting ready to leave. “Are you sure? One of us could run the shop while you’re gone.” Lauren suggests but Stephen only shakes his head. He must really not want to deal with work at all, which worries me because maybe his mother was injured badly. I hoped she was okay. “No, it’s just not a good idea. I need to focus on my mom. I think you all deserve it anyway.” He smiles slightly, but anyone could tell he was hurting. “Stephen…” I walk closer to him, bringing him into a hug. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Stay strong okay?” He nods his head, I wasn’t sure what to say to make him feel even just slightly better, but I needed to say something.
Everyone else started to give him encouraging words. One by one, we all started to leave as well. I had been complaining about having to work on my days off, but now I felt bad. I’d been giving the whole week off now, but it was because of something horrible. It left an unpleasant feeling settling in my stomach, like I shouldn’t enjoy my short vacation because that would make me a bad person. I wasn’t the only one who had the week off, regardless those thoughts floated around my head for awhile. I sighed as I rode my bike, trying to let the air take my dark thoughts away with it.
I got a sudden thought though, when I was at work I had wished I could go out on a picnic with Rae, now I could. It would be perfect, being able to ask what happened last night after I left, not to mention apologizing for worrying her and leaving so suddenly. I unlocked my phone and dialed her number. Didn’t take long for her to answer, as if she had been waiting for my call. “Y/n?” She calls my name through the phone.
“Hey. I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at a park, have a picnic. It’s so nice out, I didn’t want to waste it.” I hoped she’d say yes, but I knew there was a possibility that she’d made plans with Henry last night, to go out today. I crossed my fingers, stopping my bike, waiting for cars to cross before I could. “Yeah, that sounds fun! Plus you owe me an explanation.” She sounded firm in her tone, but not angry. I smiled as she said so.
“I know I do, I’m really sorry Rae. I hope I didn’t ruin your night.” If I had, I would be so shattered. Yeah, the accident at the ferris wheel wasn’t my fault, and it could have happened to anyone else. Even so, I felt guilty for it. “Of course not. Obviously I was worried, and so were the boys, but thankfully because you said you were at home safely we felt better. We tried our best to enjoy the night, we just missed you is all.” A sigh of relief escapes my mouth. I couldn’t explain the amount of weight that was lifted off my shoulders when she said that. “I’m so glad you guys could at least enjoy the rest of your night. Well, I’ll meet you there?” I was about to hang up on her, but she stopped me before I could.
“Wait, have you read the email the school sent all the students? Everyone’s been talking about it.” The tone in her voice was more serious now, giving me the impression that something bad had happened. “I’ve been working, I haven’t checked my phone. Is it serious?” I asked her. The cars had stopped crossing by now and I rode my bike to what was left until I’d arrive home. “I’ll explain it to you later, it’s so bad. I still can’t believe it’s real.” She says, her voice expressed her clear disbelief. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I tried my best to open up my emails as I rode my bike.
Sure enough, there it was. An email from administration that stated we had the week off because of some internal issues. It didn’t seem as serious, but then again if they needed to focus on that problem so much that they gave students and teachers a week off, it had to be serious. My mind ran circles trying to figure out what type of internal issue could cause such a reaction. I couldn’t come up with anything. Instead I got home and opened my door, rushing to change out of my work clothes. Once I had I packed the necessary things for our picnic. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see her because I was dying to know what had happened with the school. As quickly as I had gotten home, I had left as well.
As I got back on my bike, Jimin called out to me. “Malum, where are you going?” He asked. I would have responded sooner, but I was slightly taken by surprise. I had noticed it before, but it was much more noticeable now. Jimin’s light that outlined his whole being, and followed his every move, was starting to dim. It wasn’t as bright as the first night I met him. “What’s wrong with your hair?” I asked him, reaching my hand up to touch his blonde locks. The roots of his hair were turning black, but I highly doubted it was because he needed a touch up. Angels wouldn’t need to do that, would they? Dye their hair? He grabbed my wrist gently, pushing it down. “It’s stress, it tends to happen to us guardians.” He brushes it off, instead opting to get an answer from me. “Who are you going out with?” He asks, his tone of voice is a little different. Lately he’d been changing, in the way he spoke and I wasn’t sure why. He was just slightly off, but maybe it really was the stress like he claimed.
“I’m just going to have a picnic with Rae. Please tell me it’s not me causing you stress, I’m so sorry.” I suddenly felt bad, maybe it was me. He’d been on top of me these two weeks we’d known each other for. Or more like I met him, and in the span of that time I’d gotten into three different incidents. He was trying his hardest and I was probably still causing him trouble. He could only smile as he chuckles slightly. “It’s not you, it’s just guardian things.” He had me in his embrace now, comforting me. I was worried it was me, and maybe it wasn’t, but I was sure I was adding onto it. I brought my arms around him for a moment, enjoying his warmth, but I had to let go eventually. Rae was waiting and I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression.
“Even if it’s not me, i'm sorry you’re so stressed. I’ll try to be on my best behavior. I promise.” I smiled holding my pinky up. He locked his with mine as he shook his head. “Stop being so adorable before I make you stay with me.” He laughs as he secures the bag I was holding with the food into the basket of my bike. “Alright, bye Jimin.” I wave at him as I ride off. I laugh at myself, knowing that even if we aren’t together, he’s still with me making sure I’m okay. I make my way to the park where Rae and I were supposed to meet and set up. She still hadn’t arrived, but then again I was slightly early. Not that she made me wait, she showed right on time.
“Why are you always so punctual?” I laugh as she sits down. She does so as well, firing back. “Why aren’t you?” We both laughed, it’s not like I was late to events by hours, but sometimes I’d show up some minutes late. Rae started to dig in, grabbing half a sandwich. I did so as well, ready for her to tell me what had happened. “So…” I started off. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. “Rae! Tell me what happened, why is the school giving us the week off?” Her eyes went wide, as if it clicked in her head what I was talking about. “Ohh…” She spits out, covering her mouth.
“You won’t believe this! Apparently the dean, and some other professors have been washing a curtain amount of the tuition money. They’ve been doing this for a couple years.” Rae says, taking another bite of her sandwich. “Washing?” I ask, I’d never heard the term before, or at least I didn’t think so. Whatever it was it sounded bad. “Y/n! You don’t know what that is? Money laundering? They’ve been tuition money from students to make larger amounts through criminal activities. They put back what they use and keep what they made.” Once she explained it, I realised I had heard of it, through movies and tv shows. I didn’t think I’d ever hear of that happening in real life, especially so close to me.
“How’d the school find out anyway?” I asked her, quite intrigued by the whole situation. “A friend of mine who helps out in the office said that another professor who found out about it let the cops know. Obviously no one but the cops knows who the professor is. Apparently they have the people involved held up at the police station for questioning.” She further explains. I couldn’t believe that was happening right on our campus. I wondered what drove them to do so, maybe they needed money to pay for medical procedures? Then again, they’d been doing this for a couple years now.
“Right, they can’t just take them to jail, they need to investigate if everything is true. If it is, they’ll probably cancel certain classes huh? Until they find replacements.” I tossed the idea around. It was still crazy to me, but I didn’t want to judge them. Maybe they had a valid reason, even if it wasn’t under the law. “You bet. You know our professor, Mrs. O’Brien, she was involved in it too. Which means we’ll probably have that class canceled.” She sighs in defeat. She had the right to because if they didn’t find a replacement for her, that would set us back for the year. Having to take that class again next semester.
“Enough of that, why did you leave so suddenly? I mean I know that the ride stopped working at that must have been terrifying, but you left running without a word.” I wasn’t sure either, I mean I knew why, but maybe someone else in my shoes would have waited for David. Done something different, instead of sprinting off. I just, I wanted to see Jimin, he was the only one who could help. My instincts told me to run to him and I did, but how to explain that to Rae. “I’m not sure, maybe I was just in fear of my life, having flashbacks to the car accident. I just wanted to run home in that moment.” I explained to her. Which was the truth, or at least half of it. “How’d you even get home?” She asks, which was a valid question. The boardwalk was pretty far for my apartment and telling her I ran home was crazy. Which was why she was probably curious.
“I ran as far as I could and once I was tired I called a taxi. I just wanted to get home. I know I should have waited, or warned you all, I just wasn’t thinking to be honest.” I half lied to her again. I hadn’t realised just how much I had to lie to her, to keep Jimin a secret from her. She nodded at my explanation. “I get it, I’m just glad nothing happened to the both of you. Which brings me to my next point. Who was with you last night?” She raises a questioning eyebrow. I thought she’d believed me when I told her it was my laptop. What made her think I was lying?
“What do you mean? I told you it was my laptop. I was watching some random video to get my mind off things.” She nodded her head slowly, as if she wasn’t sure. “You hung up the phone so quickly, I just wasn’t sure if it was true.” She wasn’t wrong, there was a valid reason for her not to believe me, and I had hung up quickly. Of course, I needed her to believe me, to keep her in the dark about Jimin. “I know, I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” I sigh, taking another bite of the sandwich in my hand.
“So are you going to do anything with your week off school?” I ask her, trying to change the subject. “Because I think I’m going to visit my parents.” The thought had just come to me. It’s been awhile since I had gone to visit them, and now I had time. It only seemed appropriate to go. “Maybe I should too, but Henry and I planned a date for Tuesday, since we have the week off.” I nodded, smile on my face. The fact that he asked her out for a second date was great, at least I didn’t ruin her chances for that. The rest of our time was spent talking about random things. Like movies we wanted to see, tests we’d taken this week that we had a headache studying for, or plans we had. It was pretty peaceful, the sun was warm and the wind was perfect. Carrying our laughter with it, as it ran through our hair, and past the tree branches.
Eventually I arrived home, folding clothes and shoving them into a suitcase, as I dialed my moms phone number. “Y/n? Wow, it’s been awhile since you’ve called.” My mother's voice seems surprised. She wasn’t wrong, the last time I’d called her was before I’d met Jimin. Which was two weeks ago, I would have called sooner but I was so caught up in school and everything that had happened since I’ve met him. “Sorry mom, I would have called sooner but school and work are a hassle.” I explain to her, continuing to pack.
“It’s worth it though, you’ll see.” She sounds a bit tired, she’d probably just gotten home from work. She loved being a doctor, but she couldn’t deny it took a toll on her. “I just hope I’m as happy in my job as you are in yours.” I paused for a moment thinking about what my life would be like down the road. “But mom, I called to ask if it was okay with you and dad if I come visit. I have the week off work and school.” I asked, stopping what I was doing to see what she’d say. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. “Of course honey! Oh this’ll be fun! Your dad and I have been dying to see you! You’ve been away for so long. We’ve really missed you sweetie.” She exclaimed through the phone, her tone was no longer worn out, but instead excitement was apparent in it. A big smile on my face as I folded my shirts to pack them into my suitcase.
“Oh great! Okay, I’m catching a bus tonight. I think I’ll be home before midnight.” I told her, she was so excited to see me, which of course I was as well to see them. We said our goodbyes and I ended the call. I tossed my phone on my bed as I went to my closet to get some jackets in case it was cold. I came across Jimin’s white knit sweater. I ran my finger tips over it. On impulse, I shoved it in with the rest of my clothes, deciding I need if. Didn’t take me much longer to finish packing after that, calling myself a taxi.
I gathered my things and did a quick count, to make sure I had all of my belongings. Once I did I walked out, the taxi already waiting for me. The man sitting in the driver's seat walked out, helping me with my suitcase. After he’d placed it in the trunk he walked back to his door. I sat down, looking out the window as he drove. The ride was as peaceful as it could be. I watched the city pass by, the place where I met Jimin, where he saved me from the car, and the road that lead to the boardwalk. I smiled slightly, happy to step away from all of that, even if just temporarily.
After sometime, I’d arrived at the bus station, paying off the taxi with some pocket money I had. I walked in and aimed to get in line, to pay for my ticket. Which wasn’t much of a wait, as only one person was in front of me. I quickly walked over to the counter. I asked for the ticket, waiting for her to tell me the amount I needed to pay, to retrieve it from my wallet. “Okay, one two way ticket will be $75.” The lady said, and she looked at me, waiting for me to pay. My eyes however, went wide, as I reached for my purse to retrieve my wallet. I didn’t even have with me. My heart palpitating erratically, as I figured I’d left it in the taxi, but I tried hard to remember where I’d last seen it. I realised only then, that I had never had it with me. When I checked to see if I had all of my things, my purse was missing. How did I forget it?
“I’m sorry.” I smiled awkwardly at the woman behind the counter, as she waited, slightly annoyed at me. I sighed, frustrated with myself. I stuffed my hand in my back pocket to bring my phone out, instead I felt paper. I wasn’t sure what if was, bringing it out to inspect it. Be careful, Allicio. You'll need this soon. The piece of paper from the night I went to do laundry was still in my jeans. The hundred dollar bill along with it. I hadn’t realised I’d been wearing the same jeans. Had I mindlessly put these in the washing machine this week without taking the paper and money out? I must have because the ink seemed smeared now, like it had been wet at some point and now it was utterly crips from being in the dryer. Thank god I hadn’t taken it out, or else I’d have nothing to pay with. I handed the money over to the lady and waited for my change and ticket. I could not believe I’d really been dumb enough to forget my own purse.
As I went to sit down, waiting for the bus to arrive, it hit me. You’ll need this soon. Is this what he meant? How could a random customer have known this would happen? That’s impossible, it had to be a coincidence.
Right?
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Hi! Whenever I hear the song 'Christmas Wrapping' by The Waitresses I think of a Bellarke modern AU based on it, with the two of them meeting and almost getting together all through a busy year, and it never working out, and then all sorting itself out at Christmas, and would love to read your take on it. Here's the link to a youtube vid with the lyrics in case you don't know the song: youtube. com/ watch?v=ARq6uYSsUq0 Good luck with all the writing, you're awesome!
hey y’all, due to the realities of “having shit to do over the hoildays,” I’ll be taking a few days off of posting after this! we’ll be back for the last seven fills starting Saturday, 12/29. however you are spending the rest of the week, I hope you enjoy it!
December
“You look miserable.”
Bellamy was zoning out, plotting out the rest of his (fairly grim) evening in his head and ignoring the sounds of the lodge party around him, but the unfamiliar voice startles him out of it and looks down to see a cute blonde wearing a truly hideous sweater and smiling up at him from under a reindeer-ear headband.
“You look shockingly upbeat,” he says without thinking, and she laughs.
“Haven’t you ever heard of Christmas cheer?”
He glances between her mug and her face. “So just a bunch of alcohol?”
“95% Bailey’s, 5% hot chocolate,” she agrees. “With whipped cream on the top.”
He has to smile. “So you’re saying I should be drunker.”
“I don’t know you or your life, but you are at a Christmas party. So, yes, you should be drunker and less sad. Unless you’re a mopey drunk, in which case you should be drunker and more sad.”
He laughs. “One, I’m not really at this party.”
The woman pointedly looks around, then back at him. “Are you astral projecting?”
“My sister works here, so she got me a deal on the room, but I’m not really doing any of the guest stuff. I just wanted coffee. Non-Irish.”
“Why aren’t you doing guest stuff? Just because you got a deal doesn’t make you not a guest. And feel free to tell me to leave you alone any time, I won’t be offended.”
“I’ll just leave once I’ve got my coffee,” he says, with a smile he hopes comes across as friendly and teasing, not smug. The woman is cute and also right: in theory, he really should be taking advantage of all the facilities at the lodge. Not that he’s ever much for parties, especially ugly-sweater parties, but he could at least be learning to ski or something. “I’m in grad school,” he explains. “I’m done for the semester, but I’m trying to get ahead for next semester. And I teach too, so–free time doesn’t really exist right now.”
“What are you studying?”
“Education. It’s a licensing thing, I can teach, but I need a masters’ for–” He waves his hand. “You don’t care.”
“Professional license?” she asks, to his surprise. “Or something like that. It’s a professional license in Massachusetts.”
“That’s where I’m getting mine, yeah.”
“What do you teach?”
“History.”
The woman nods, takes another sip of her drink. “I’m in Boston. I’m not a teacher, but I’m a social worker, so I talk to a lot of teachers about how the kids are doing. Are you done with grading?”
“Mostly,” he says, absent. The crowd clears enough he can get to the drinks table, and he’s glad when she follows him as he finds a mug and fills it up. “You’re in Boston?”
“Yeah.”
He laughs. “Wow, me too. What are the odds?”
“Probably not that bad. I think it’s mostly people from New England here. It’s a pain to get to Vermont.”
“I guess you’re right. What area of the city are you in?”
She’s not that close to him, but it’s not like it’s a huge city. He knows some of the schools she works with, and they have some acquaintances in common. He’s also competent enough to learn that her name is Clarke Griffin, she’s twenty-five, single, and bisexual, and she just keeps getting cuter and drunker. Which is actually kind of a problem, because in order to not feel scuzzy flirting with her, he’d have to get a lot drunker himself, and he still has stuff he really has to get done tonight.
“Are you here through the holiday?” he asks, once he’s stayed for as long as he possibly can without breaking out in anxiety hives.
“No, this is actually my last day. Our office doesn’t close except for Christmas day, so we always need coverage. My friend Raven said time is a construct, so we always go on vacation the week before Christmas to celebrate.”
He nods. “That sucks.”
“I don’t mind. The office is dead and I’m the only one around, it’s kind of nice. I catch up on paperwork and play my music really loud.”
He smiles. “I meant that you’re leaving here and I really can’t stick around tonight. Grading to finish up and papers to submit.”
“So you’re going to start having fun after I leave.”
“Probably not, but I’ll at least have maybe two hours of free time.”
“And I’m guessing it’s not any better once you get home.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Yeah, but I want to ask for your number. But if you never have free time–”
“If I get your number, I can get in touch when I do have free time.”
“Works for me.” They trade phones for the number exchange. “Good luck with the grading.”
“Good luck with not being too hungover tomorrow.”
“I’m good at not getting hungover.” She bites the corner of her mouth. “Do you think there’s any mistletoe around?”
“No idea.”
She leans up and kisses the corner of his mouth, light. “Well,just pretend. Merry Christmas, Bellamy Blake.”
He smiles. “Merry Christmas.”
February
Bellamy has three spring breaks, which is both better and worse than it sounds.
New England has this regional quirk where the K-12 schools have two spring breaks, one in February and one in April, which Bellamy would be fine with, except that colleges don’t do that, so he has a total of three weeks off over the course of the spring, but it’s never actually being totally off. When he’s not teaching, he’s still got grad school, and when grad school is off, he still has to teach.
Still, with teaching off his plate, he has a little more flex time, enough that he thinks he could, potentially, actually get a drink with Clarke.
There’s a part of him that thinks even asking is stupid. He liked Clarke, enjoyed talking to her and would like to do it more, but this year feels like the wrong time to attempt a new friendship, let alone a new romance. But pending getting in touch with her until after the summer semester seems risky, at best. He doesn’t want to miss out on something good just because he regularly realizes weeks have passed without his noticing.
And it’s not as if they’ve been completely out of touch. He was competent enough to text her the day after their first meeting, to make sure she’d made it home okay, and she in turn asked if he’d finished his grading. It hadn’t been a long conversation, but she’d texted him a few weeks later with a history question, and he’d checked in for advice about a student who was acting up. They’re both doing their best to keep the connection alive, tending to that small spark, and that means Bellamy can put in the effort to actually see her, now that he has some time.
Me: I sort of have a break coming up
Clarke: Sort of good for youWhat break?
Me: February break for high schoolI still have grad school stuff, but no teachingSo I probably have some amount of free time
Clarke: Shit
Me: Yeah, I hate some amount of free time too
Clarke: Not thatI’m chaperoning a trip for some of the kids at a group home over spring breakIt’s a great programReally coolI love doing itBut I’m going to be in California all week
Me: That does sound like a great programWhere in California?
Clarke explains the itinerary, where she’s most excited to go, what challenges she’s anticipating, and it’s sort of the whole Clarke problem in a nutshell. Part of him feels like he should take this as a sign it’s not meant to be, that he and Clarke will only ever be ships passing in the night and it’s pointless to fight it. But every time he talks to her, it reminds him of why he does like her, why he wants to figure out how this could work.
And, a week later, she’s texting him pictures of herself on a California vacation, so she wants to figure it out too.
It’s just a matter of time.
April
Me: Do you want to come to my birthday party?
Clarke: Yes, obviouslyBut I’m not going to get carried away and say I’m actually comingI think we might be cursed
Me: That would be a weird curse
Clarke: It would, but I’m not taking any chancesWhen’s your birthday?
Me: April 25
Clarke: Happy early birthdayTurning 30, right?
Me: Somehow, yeah
Clarke: I assume the party isn’t on the 25th
Me: No, on Friday
Clarke: This Friday?
Me: Yeah, I know it’s short noticeI wasn’t planning to do anything but then my friend talked me into it
Clarke: I think I can actually make it!Where and when?
Obviously, Bellamy doesn’t actually think they’re cursed, but he does have some trouble believing that Clarke will actually make it, or ]that it will actually be good if she does. Maybe she’ll show up and he’ll realize he doesn’t like her as much as he thought he did, that he’s too invested in a person he barely knows.
“Maybe you’re just scared because you haven’t had a crush in like five years,” Miller says, dry.
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“You sure?”
Bellamy frowns, trying to remember. “Gina and I dated three years ago, so–”
“Yeah, but she picked you up at a bar. It’s not like you had time to get in your head about it.”
“Clarke picked me up at a ski lodge.”
“And then left and you haven’t seen her for four months. And you’ve been in your head about it the whole time.”
This is probably both true and a large part of his problem. Bellamy’s pretty good at relationships, if he does say so himself, but actually getting intoa relationship is always rocky. Especially when he has a crush. Clarke is the worst of all worlds because it should be a slam dunk, but the universe is conspiring against them.
Right on cue, his phone buzzes with a text from her: So we might actually be cursed.
He groans. “Fuck, I think she’s canceling.”
Miller’s eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously?”
Clarke: I think I’m still going to make itBut one of my clients has a problem with her foster homeAnd I need to get her out and find somewhere else for her to goSo I’m going to be late to very lateI’ll text when I’m done to make sure you’re still thereSorry
Me: You really don’t have to apologizeGo help the kid I hope everything’s okay
Miller’s watching him. “So?”
“Work emergency. She’s delayed.” He sighs. “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say she just didn’t want to hang out, but she started it, and she keeps saying she wants to make this work.”
“Does she ever invite you to do stuff?”
“Yeah, every couple weeks, but she’s busy too. She works Tuesday to Saturday, so Fridays are usually out, and a lot of weird overtime. Or emergencies, like this.” He smiles with half his mouth, caught between amusement and weariness. “Last time she asked if I wanted to hang out, I was chaperoning a dance. The time before that, I was out of town.”
“So you two really do have the world’s shittiest luck.”
“From what I can tell, yeah. Even if she comes tonight, I have no idea when our schedules are going to work out again.”
“But you’re going to keep trying?”
He takes a drink of his beer, shoots Miller a sidelong glance. “What, you think I shouldn’t?”
“Nah, just surprised. I sort of figured you’d just give up on the whole thing. Decide this was the universe’s way of telling you that it wasn’t meant to be. I probably couldn’t even make fun of you for giving up at this point.”
“I want it to work,” he says. “Or at least give it a fair shot.”
“Huh.” Miller raises his glass. “Then I hope she shows.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She texts at 10:30 to ask if he’ll still be there in fifteen minutes, and he probably wouldn’t be staying much longer left to his own devices, but she’s worth waiting for.
It doesn’t occur to him until she sits down next to him that this is his first time seeing her in person since December. It’s a little disorienting, how rarely they’ve actually been together, relative to how much he likes her.
“Hey, happy birthday,” she says.
“Thanks. Everything okay? With the kid.”
“It’s not great. Her foster dad was making her really uncomfortable. We got her out for the night, but she’ll need a new placement, and we probably have to do an investigation into the family.”
“That sucks.”
“It does, but I’m done with it for the night, so–I’m all yours. Is anyone else still around?”
“I made them leave so they wouldn’t make fun of me.”
“For waiting around for me?”
“For being shitty at flirting.”
She grins, the brightness of it lighting up her whole face. “You don’t really need to do a lot of flirting. I’m pre-picked up.”
“I like flirting.”
“But you’re shitty at it.”
“I’m practicing.”
She laughs. “Well, at least you know it’s going to work.”
“That helps.” He leans in, his own smile huge. “So, do you come here often?”
“First time. But I’m hoping to come back.”
They stay for another two hours and make out in their Lyft, but when Clarke asks if he wants to come up to her place, he shakes his head.
“I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow, and I don’t–” He smiles, a little sheepish. “I don’t know when I’m going to see you again, and I don’t want it to be, like–”
“We sleep together and don’t see each other for another four months?”
“Pretty much.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” She leans over for one more kiss. “Happy birthday, Bellamy.”
“Thanks.”
June
Clarke: So, is summer less busy for you?
Me: Usually yes
Clarke: But we’re cursed?
Me: Twelve-month masters. I have one more summer term to goPlus I’m going on vacation with my sisterBut in theory next fall is going to be better
Clarke: In theory?
Me: I’ll be done with school but we might still be cursedI don’t want to jinx it
Clarke: TrueFingers crossedKeep me posted
August
Me: Good news/bad news
Clarke: Your vacation got canceled so you can hang out with me next week?
Me: Close The AP history teacher just quitAnd they want me to replace herWhich is awesome, I really want to be teaching that classBut she took all her materials and left with no noticeSo I’m going to be scrambling to come up with an entire APUSH curriculum
Clarke: So you’re going to be really busy next semester
Me: I’m going to be really busy next semester
Clarke: I got a promotion so Kind of similar boat thereI was going to tell you whenever or I saw youOr whenever it kept me from seeing youWhichever came first
Me: Definitely the second oneWith our luck
Clarke: Yeah, sounds rightCongrats though, that’s awesome
Me: You tooGlad everything else in our lives is going well
Clarke: It could be worseNothing could be going well
Me: YeahStill, we should at least get drinks to celebrate
Clarke: Probably sometime in October
Me: That sounds rightSee you then
Clarke: It’s a tentative date
October
Clarke: Am I allowed to booty call you?
Bellamy’s buried under a pile of grading, but the sound of the phone pulls his attention back, and he finds it and stares at the message for a long second, trying to do the math in his head. Clarke is at a Halloween party that he was theoretically invited to, but he was just too slammed.
No is an acceptable answer pops up and he smiles.
Me: No, you should definitely come overBooty calls are very welcomeDo you have my address?
Clarke: I actually don’tAre you easily accessible via public transportation
Me: Yeah but on the green lineSo
Clarke: That’s fineI’m in Cambridge, I’ll take the train over and sober upSee you soon
Amazingly, the knowledge that Clarke is coming over doesn’t completely break his concentration. If anything, it actually motivates him more, because he wants to be done and have his full focus on his–whatever Clarke is. His pending girlfriend, maybe. The person he’s definitely going to date when they can just get their acts together.
The person he’s spending tonight with, for sure.
Things go wrong five minutes after she gets on the red line.
Clarke: We’re standing by between Central and Harvard
Me: Did they say why?
Clarke: I assume signal problemIt’s always signal problemAnyway, I might be a while
Me: That’s fineJust let me know when you get here
In theory, it’s about forty minutes on the red line to the green line, but Clarke stands by at every station between Harvard and Park Street, and then her next train goes out of service and Symphony, so it ends up being a full two hours before she arrives, exhausted and still dressed in Hogwarts robes.
“I don’t even want to get laid anymore, I just want to pass out.”
Bellamy smiles, pulling her into his arms. “Yeah, I don’t blame you. Do you want to sleep here?”
“If you don’t mind.”
He kisses her hair. “I wanted to see you, or course I don’t want you to just leave. You want the tour?”
“I assume it’s short.”
“It is. And it ends at the bed.”
It’s nice, having Clarke in his space. He loans her a t-shirt to sleep in and she gets settled while he brushes his teeth and gets ready himself. He hasn’t had anyone sleep over since he and Gina broke up, and it’s nice, the way she curls around him and exhales like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
“This girl was hitting on me at the party,” she murmurs.
“Yeah? Was she cute?”
“She was. But it was like–I have someone. Or I want to have someone, I guess. I don’t know why I’d hook up with someone else when I just want to be with you.”
He pulls her closer, rubs his thumb against her shoulder. “Yeah, I’m glad you came here. I know it’s been–rough.”
“It’s not just you. I’ve been busy and held up and–” She presses her lips against his chest. “It feels like maybe this wasn’t supposed to happen, but I still want it to.”
“Me too. But I have somewhere to be early tomorrow so–”
“So we’ll catch up later.”
He smiles. “Yeah, we always do.”
December
The thing about Christmas is that it is, by mutual communal agreement, a big deal. It’s not one of those holidays where you just sort of celebrate it with whoever you’re with; spending Christmas with someone means something.
So Bellamy figures he’ll ask Clarke if she wants to hang out after the holiday. He knows she’s doing her usual trip with Raven and working the holiday, so he figures he can check in once the dust has settled, maybe make some plans with her for New Year’s.
He never lies about what he’s doing, but he feels weird telling her. It feels so dramatic and stupid, opting out of the holiday, and he doesn’t want her to feel like she has to hang out with him.
Which is also stupid. It’s stupid all the way down.
But somehow, it feels like next year is going to be better. After a year of playing phone tag and trying to make things work, they’re still trying. And he’s getting into the groove of teaching AP and Clarke isn’t going to work on weekends anymore and they might be able to make time to see each other more than once every few months.
It doesn’t feel like he needs to rush it now. They’re already taking their time, so they might as well do it right.
So New Year’s with Clarke. That seems doable. And he’ll relax until then.
She sends a bunch of pictures from her vacation in Florida, which means selfies in a bathing suit and sunglasses, pretty much the best Christmas present ever, and when she gets back and asks what he’s up to, he admits that he’s around and free.
His phone rings immediately. “You’re in Boston doing nothing right now?” she demands.
“I’m playing video games, it’s not nothing.”
There’s a pause. “You don’t want to see me?”
He scrambles up, even though she can’t see him. “Fuck, of course I do.”
“But you weren’t going to tell me you were here?”
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“And?”
“I thought it might be weird. I’m not even doing anything, just sitting at home alone. It’s not like–” He sighs. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal.”
“It’s not. Can I come over?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Half of him expects the train to fuck her over again, or for something else to go wrong, but he tidies up a little anyway, just in case she really does show up. He wishes he had a tree, or at least a few lights, but it’s too late for that.
It’s not like Clarke’s coming to see his (lack of) decorations anyway. He’s the big draw.
“I can’t believe it’s only been two months since I saw you,” he teases, when she arrives, but Clarke isn’t fooling around. She yanks him down by the front of his shirt, mouth crashing into his, and Bellamy laughs into the kiss. “Hi.”
“Hi. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” He tucks her hair behind her ear. “I figured we’d just hang out after the holiday.”
“Which is a total waste of two days we could be hanging out. I thought you were hanging out with your sister again.”
“I was going to, but then I realized I don’t have anything to do for vacation.”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t want to ask you to come spend Christmas with me. It seemed weird. We’re not even–are we dating?”
“Not very often.”
“I think this is going to be our year. I’m finally going to have enough time to be a real person. Or at least to be your boyfriend.”
“New Year’s resolution?”
“If there’s one thing I learned this year it’s that you’re worth prioritizing.”
“Yeah?”
“I spent a whole year wishing I was seeing you. I don’t want to do that again.”
“But you wanted to wait until December 26th to see me,” she teases.
“Sorry. Do you want to spend Christmas watching Netflix on my couch and making out? I didn’t get you anything and I’m planning to have mac and cheese for dinner. It’s not going to be glamorous.”
“Am I going to see you again in the next week?”
“As much as you want, yeah. School’s out until after New Year’s, so I’ve got plenty of time.”
“Perfect. I want to get laid.”
He laughs. “I can’t believe you waited a whole year for this. Most people who have just given up by now.”
“It’s like you don’t even know how hot you are.” Her expression softens, and she leans in, giving him a soft kiss. “You’re worth waiting for, Bellamy.”
“And you’re worth making time for.” He tugs her toward the couch, and they settle in, close and warm.
Somehow, it feels like Christmas. No tree, no presents, not even any snow, but warm and happiness and–love, probably. The start of it, at least. Something growing.
“This is going to be our year,” he says, and she smiles.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
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