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aadmelioraa · 3 years

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Take Two

A Happiest Season Abby x Riley fic (2.4k, T)

It had been one year since Abby had left. One year since they’d called it quits. One year since their engagement was over.

And now it was Christmas time again, only this time Abby was more alone than ever.

She’d been on a few dates since they’d broken up, but no one had stuck around. Probably more her fault than theirs. It had been good to get back out there, but it still hurt to remember how things with Harper had ended.

It was a pretty big shock at the time, but looking back it had been a long time coming. Abby and Harper were on different paths and it just wouldn't have worked, no matter how much they loved each other.

“It’s not you,” Harper had insisted. “It’s me, and I’m so sorry.”

That was one of the last things Harper said to her.

They’d been talking wedding plans that morning and by evening Abby was packing her bags.

Harper had been so desperate to make her happy since they got engaged, but her constantly bending over backward wasn’t what Abby needed, and it was stressing Harper out. Neither of them was their best self together, not anymore. Rather than bringing them closer, in the end, that Christmas with the Caldwells had exposed too many rifts in the relationship to salvage.

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“I want you to be happy without trying so hard to satisfy the idea of me in your head. You’re such an amazing person—“ Abby had started sobbing here, “—but I can't give you what you need either.”

She’d moved out that night. Harper hadn’t accepted the breakup at first despite sort of initiating it. The conversation had lasted for hours, but eventually, she acknowledged the inevitable and left Abby alone for a few hours to pack. John, thankfully just a text away, had helped her drive everything over to his place.

It had been the second-worst night of Abby’s life.

She’d moved to Philadelphia two months later. She’d grown up there, technically, but without her parents, it didn’t really feel like coming home. New neighborhood, new apartment, new job. If that wasn’t proof she could get over it, what was? But when the holiday season came around again a lot of memories, once happy, now painful, resurfaced.

Waking up alone on Christmas Eve that year, in a word, sucked.

Abby was awake at 6:30 am for some reason. She checked her phone. She’d missed two non-emergency texts from John last night after she’d taken melatonin and passed out. He was definitely still sleeping; she’d text him back later.

She made a pot of coffee and stood in the kitchen in her pajamas wondering what she was going to do to keep herself occupied all day. John, who was living with his boyfriend in New York now, had invited her to stay the night and spend Christmas with them, but Abby wasn't sure if she was feeling up to it. She kinda wanted to sit the holiday out completely this year. She opened her phone and jumped aimlessly between the same three apps, then finally forced herself to take a shower.

At noon she decided to get dressed and go for a walk. That ought to keep her distracted enough. She put on jeans, thick socks, and her warmest sweater under her coat and started wandering.

There was nothing quite like Philly at Christmas. Still brash, loud, and occasionally vulgar but now decked to the nines with tinsel. She was glad to have new haunts to discover along with revisiting old haunts.

The snow from the previous day had turned to slush by the time the sun was at its peak, but that didn’t stop the kids in her neighborhood from spilling out into the streets to play football and tag under the grey sky. She waved at her upstairs neighbors and made a mental note to try and get to know them a little better in the new year.

It was a nice enough day. Maybe she’d head to Fairmount Park. Wherever she ended up there were sure to be plenty of frantic people coming to and fro, finishing last-minute Christmas shopping.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over her as she passed by a jeweler. Harper had given back the ring, of course. It was with John for safekeeping. Abby couldn’t return it, but it felt really weird to have it at her new place. Fresh start and all. Maybe someday she’d be ready to sell it. For now, she didn’t want to think about it.

She continued on at a brisk pace, stopping at a street cart for a lunch of falafel which she ate standing over a trash can, then continuing on.

It was after four o’clock by the time she realized how far she’d walked. Her hands had grown pretty chapped, she should probably go inside for a minute. There was a bar up ahead that looked open, and she could definitely use a drink.

It was fairly empty when she entered which made her instantly relax. She sidled up the bar and took a seat, rubbing her hands to warm them.

“Hey.” There was one bartender working, a curly-haired woman wearing a bandana headband, fitted flannel, and impeccable winged eyeliner like some kind of femme Luke Danes. “What can I get for you?”

“Vodka tonic?”

“Not feeling the Christmas spirit today, huh?” the bartender asked, grabbing the well vodka and rimming a glass with a wedge of lemon.

“Not really.”

“Yeah me neither. Anyway, name’s Gem,” the woman said, setting the cocktail down with a gentle tap. “Yell if you need anything.”

She smiled and walked to the far corner of the bar, a towel draped over her shoulder. A tall redhead and a petite girl with shoulder lengths locs raised their glasses at her.

Even if Abby wasn’t feeling it today, she’d picked a good spot.

She’d just started to feel the effects of the booze when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, I thought that was you.”

Startled, Abby nearly dropped her drink.

Riley, Harper’s Riley, slid onto the stool next to her.

“Hey!” Abby said, “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too,” Riley laughed.

“Yeah, I mean—great, great to see you.” Abby couldn’t help from grinning. She probably looked like an idiot but she didn’t care.

“You look good,” Riley said, subtly sweeping her eyes up and down in an appreciative manner.

“Thanks, thanks.” Abby was glad she’d foregone the beanie with the hole in it. “You look good too.”

She really did. Her hair was a little shorter now, though it still framed her face perfectly. Otherwise, she looked exactly the same as when they’d met two years ago. She was wearing a black mock neck sweater and a pair of perfectly tailored wool pants. Her boots had a slight heel, not too high to be practical in an East Coast winter. The hem of her sweater pulled up a little as Riley leaned over the bar, exposing just a sliver of skin. Abby tried not to stare too obviously while she ordered a drink.

“I moved to Philly last month, to answer your question,” Riley said. “Got a fellowship at Kensington, I start in a week.”

“Oh, cool. Congrats, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Riley took a sip, glancing over at Abby in a way that made her face grow slightly warm. “What have you been up to?”

“Finished the doctorate and got a job as a curator at the PMA. It’s going well. I mean, relatively.”

“Well, look at you!” Riley raised her glass. “Doctor.”

“Doctor,” Abby echoed, laughing, as she knocked her glass against Riley’s.

“Glad to hear that.” Riley took another sip of her drink and paused, mouth pulling to one side awkwardly for just a second.

Abby knew the question that was coming.

“So,” Riley was looking straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, “how’s Harper?”

Abby grimaced.

Riley’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”

“It’s ok! It’s ok,” Abby could feel herself overcorrecting. “It’s been about a year. But yeah, we’re not together anymore.”

“I’m really really sorry, Abby.”

“It’s fine, really,” Abby shrugged. “I mean, if anyone knows how I feel, it’s you.”

Riley exhaled and leaned over the bar, her elbow just barely touching Abby’s. “Yeah, that’s definitely true.”

“So what are you doing in a random bar on Christmas Eve anyway?” Abby asked, ready to change the subject.

“I live up the street, actually. I’m heading to Pittsburgh to see family tomorrow, but that’s going to feel like work, so today I just wanted to relax.”

“Totally,” Abby said, watching as a party of college aged kids spilled in from the street and headed to the high top tables towards the back of the bar. “I’m just taking it easy today, too.”

“Big plans tomorrow?”

“Might see John. I think you met him…when we met.”

“Yeah, I remember John. How’s he doing?”

“He’s really good. Thinks I need to get out more, but otherwise he’s very happy.”

Riley laughed. “I’ve been out exactly three times—wait, no, this makes it four—since I moved here in November so clearly I have no idea what that’s about.”

“You liking Philly so far?”

“Yeah, I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s weird as fuck, but it’s got some really great people. The doctors I work with are whatever, but this kind of place has a good vibe.”

She smiled at Gem, who was rolling her eyes as she made Long Island Iced Teas for the group at the high tops.

“You two know each other?” Abby asked, internally cringing at how un-cool about it she sounded.

“I’ve been here three of the four times I’ve been out, so you could say that,” Riley said. “Nice people usually.”

Gem dropped off the tray of Long Islands and brought Abby and Riley another round.

“They tried to order mojitos,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fucking kids,” Abby said. Riley laughed. That felt good.

Another large group came in, middle-aged couples this time. It had grown dark outside, it must be after five by now.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the conversations happening around them. Old friends were reuniting to the right and left of them, the chatter that filled the air was starting to make Abby feel a little claustrophobic. She shifted towards the edge of her seat, tapping one foot nervously against the floor.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” Riley asked, raising her hand to catch Gem’s attention. “It’s getting a little crowded.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Abby said, relieved. “I’m just gonna run to the restroom.”

She threw a slightly crumpled pile of bills—mostly fives—on the bar and made her way to the back.

By some good luck, the bathroom was free with no line. The space was cramped and not overly clean, and the small black and white tiles that covered the lower half of the walls created a frantic pattern that did nothing to help Abby’s nerves. She exhaled a deep breath, fixed on her own gaze staring back at her from the mirror.

You’re fine. You’re just hanging out with a girl. A friend, even. Stop being so fucking nervous.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at her own pep talk, then made her way back to the bar.

Riley was waiting with her hat on, hands thrust deep into the pockets of her dark green coat. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Abby returning.

“Anywhere in particular you want to go?” Abby asked.

“Not really,” Riley said casually. “Lead the way.”

“You got it,” Abby said, and Riley followed her outside.

The air was brisk, and snow had just started to fall as they left. There were Christmas lights everywhere, garlands wrapped around lampposts, a tree decked to the nines in nearly every window.

“Philly really gets in the holiday season, huh?” Riley asked dryly, then pointed up at a stuffed orange mascot that hung from a wreath on someone’s porch. “What the hell is that thing?”

“You really are new here,” Abby laughed. “I don’t know if you’re ready for me to explain Gritty tonight but I promise he's worth the wait.”

They continued up Broad Street, gradually making their way away from the noisy crowds. It had started to snow, which helped muffle the sounds of passerby and create a more mellow but still festive atmosphere.

“So, I’m glad I ran into you,” Abby confessed, breaking the silence that was lingering between them.

Riley’s shoulder bumped against hers as she sidestepped a puddle. “I am too. I have to ask though, is it because we’re both members of the Harper broken hearts club, or something else?”

“No, I’ve been trying not to think too much about that,” Abby said.

“Sorry to bring it up again.”

“I mean, it’s kind of unavoidable. That’s not what I meant, sorry. I’m glad because I really liked you when we met, and I kind of regret not realizing that at the time.”

Riley glanced over at her, genuine surprise etched on her face. “I liked you too, Abby. A lot.”

Abby smiled into her scarf and shook her fingers through her hair the way she always did when she was nervous. “Really?”

“Yeah, past tense though,” Riley added.

“Asshole,” Abby laughed, and Riley’s mouth twitched in reply.

They had paused on a street corner. The snow was falling around them in big flakes, Riley’s hair glittering in spots where it had landed and begun to melt.

Riley cocked her head, lips slightly parted, and stepped a little closer. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light of a Christmas tree peeking out of a nearby window.

“You good?” she asked.

Abby hesitated, chewing her lower lip.

“I can head home, if you’re not feel—“

Abby didn’t let Riley finish. Surging forward on her toes, she kissed her.

Rile tasted like the old fashioned she’d been drinking, smoky and slightly sweet. She kissed Abby back, running a hand through the hair behind her ear, and Abby could feel her smiling as their noses bumped together. When she pulled back Abby caught her breath and realized she was grinning too.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a really long time,” Riley breathed.

Abby laced her fingers through hers and they kept walking. She wasn't feeling alone amidst all the holiday revelry any longer.

“Do you want to grab dinner sometime, maybe?” Abby asked tentatively.

Riley squeezed her hand. “How about now?”

Abby grinned. “Now is great.”

#abby x riley #happiest season #happiest season fic #kat writes

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cloudywriter · 4 years

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i never got to say i love you - 1

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A/N: heyy, so i wrote this like a month ago when i was super into reading some modern university au acotar fanfiction & then i even planned out a whole storyline but then i just kinda sat on it. but i like it so i decided i would just put it out there, i can continue it if people actually like it too.

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Feyre walked along the sidewalk leading to one of the dorm buildings of her new school, Velaris University.

Although she was focused on lugging her single suitcase behind her as one of the wheels was broken, she couldn’t help but admire the tall impressive structures that surrounded her. She could hear the trickle of the Sidra river to her right while observing the courtyard adjoining multiple dorm buildings to her left. The courtyard was large and pristine, made of stone, with an abstract silver metal statue which stood erect in the middle loosely resembling an infinity sign. The housing units were situated around it in a semicircle.

A path winded down from the courtyard and back towards the main section of campus, organized there were the various department buildings, the cafeteria, admissions, and so on. Feyre was making her way up said path after she retrieved her student key card from the main office.

She had just transferred from Courts Community College after she finally saved up enough money to afford tuition to VU.

In her senior year of high school, Feyre visited the small city in which Velaris was located, Prythian, with her school on a field trip. It was on that small excursion she fell in love with the Prythian and the university it had to offer. In particular, Feyre loved the huge art district that occupied nearly a quarter of the city.

Her family looked down upon her choice of major, art, they told her time and time again that it was impractical and her success rate in the field was microscopic. However, their comments didn’t deter her, she couldn’t imagine studying business or stem as her father suggested, it simply wasn’t for her. She wanted her life’s work to be doing what she loved even if it came with the risk of struggling financially down the road.

Feyre finally reached the tall double glass doors of the middle building. She grabbed her ID from her jacket pocket and held it up to the scanner. The device beeps three times loudly, flashing a dot of red light. Feyre tries again with the same result. She sighs, did she get a faulty card?

“Turn it around,” a feminine voice suggests from behind her.

Feyre whipped around. There stood a young woman, likely Feyre’s same age. She was breathtakingly pretty with long, bright blonde hair that stopped below her chest and eyes that were a shade darker than honey. She was fairly tall as was Feyre and her demeanor demanded respect. She seemed sure of herself and her looks and capitalized on them.

“The black bar on the back is only good for your dorm room door, to get in the main entrance you have to scan the front of your ID. I know, it’s weird, took me five minutes to figure it out yesterday,” the woman explained.

Feyre gave an appreciative smile and nodded, turning her attention back to the scanner which now responded to her with a flash of green.

“Thank you,” Feyre breathed as she opened the door and held it for the student behind her. The girl strolled through and smiled at her. “It’s no problem.”

Feyre directed her attention to the slip of paper in her hand, failing to remember where it said her room was. Room 223, Level 3. A blonde head peered over her shoulder.

“Room 223? You’re right next door to me!”

Feyre offered her a smile. “Does that mean you’ll show me the way?”

The blonde looked delighted and casually looped her arm through Feyre’s as if they’d been friends for years and led her towards the elevator. This slightly alarmed Feyre, she had never had very many friends let alone pretty girl friends, usually, they weren’t all too kind to Feyre. Despite the fact that her sisters, Nesta and Elain, were rather popular. Nesta easily took on the role of the pretty mean girl, though she wasn’t outwardly mean often. She just radiated the energy and didn’t bother with most people.

Elain, however, was friends with everybody and was sweet to all who crossed paths with her. She had almost everyone in the school wrapped around her finger, though she had no idea; from the boys who tripped over each other to open the door for her and the girls that scrambled to sit near her at lunch.

Feyre did have one redeeming quality in high school, well, redeeming person. Her high school sweetheart was Tamlin Spring, the football team’s star quarterback. He was one of the boys in the school that the girls drooled over constantly, but somehow it was Feyre who caught his eye and it was Feyre he asked to accompany him to homecoming. You’d think this high up connection would earn her some credit but no, the girls still teased her, convincing her it had all been a dare.

Feyre remembers, in a fit of rage and embarrassment, she stomped over to Tamlin’s locker after the last bell and confronted him. It was there he promised her that it was no prank, it was there he first kissed her. Feyre felt like they had clicked until her mother suddenly passed away from an undiagnosed illness, the death leaving an ugly, deep scar carved into Feyre’s and her family’s lives. Feyre’s life took a turn for the worse and with it so did the relationship she shared with Tamlin.

The gentle ding of an elevator door alerted Feyre before she found herself spiraling too deep into her thoughts.

Her leader didn’t seem to notice her brooding state as she took Feyre out and to the right, down a decently sized hall. The floor was mostly white tile with dark blue, almost purple tiles making a design down the middle; the walls were painted a light gray and littered with numerous posters. Feyre didn’t have time to read what all the papers said before the woman stopped outside a wooden door, a plate engraved with the numbers 223 to its left.

“This is your room. I’m just next door in 225.”

Feyre nodded. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” The girl smiled at her and then her face lit up in realization.

“Oh, my gods! I didn’t even introduce myself!”

Feyre let loose a small smile. “I’m Feyre,” she said at last.

To her surprise, the mysterious girl pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, “I’m Morrigan, but I really just go by Mor.” Mor then pulled back, still holding Feyre at arm’s length.

“My roommate is named Vivane by the way. We dyed her hair silver in the bathrooms last night, you can’t miss her. She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend though, so if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to come find me!” Mor offered politely.

“Thank you.” Feyre breathed out a little sigh of relief having found my dorm without too much trouble.

A girl down the hall called Mor’s name, she muttered a quick see you later and disappeared into the herd of students and luggage.

Luckily, Feyre managed to open the door without issue and hauled her suitcase inside. She felt a little silly walking here with such a small amount of stuff, most students had a cart full of their belongings.

Feyre observed the room, the same white tiled floor and light gray walls as the corridor she just exited. It wasn’t ridiculously small, but it would still be a bit of a squeeze. Nothing Feyre wasn’t used to, having shared a room with her two older sisters growing up. A few boxes and bags were already scattered about on the right side of the room. It was clear her roommate had been here and left. She dropped her black, sticker ridden suitcase on the empty bed, plopping down next to it.

Both sides of the room were identical, two tall beds held up by drawers pressed against opposing walls, two nightstands, two narrow desks situated at the ends of each bed, and one decently sized wardrobe, all made of the same light creamy wood tone. Rather flimsy-looking violet plastic chairs were also tucked into the desks.

Feyre began to unpack her clothes into the drawers holding up her bed in an attempt to distract her growing anxiety. She pulled out her bag of art supplies and dropped it on her desk. The bag held a paint set that was on its last leg, paint brushes that were horribly frayed at the ends, both drawing and colored pencils, sad leftover eraser nubs, and her worn leather bound sketchbook.

The door to her room opened up with a click revealing who could only be her roommate standing on the threshold.

She was on the short side and was relatively curvy. Her skin was a tanned brown and she had dark brunette curly hair that was tied up in a loose bun. They both stood observing each other for a second.

“I see you took advantage of the half-off sale at the uni shop too.” She spoke with a smile, gesturing to the identical, oversized VU sweatshirts they were both wearing over black leggings.

Feyre returned her smile and nodded. “I’m Feyre.”

I held out my hand which she took instantly with a squeeze, “Alis.”

Feyre felt a sense of relief in Alis’s presence. She had a gentle, calming, almost motherly aura about her. Alis invited Feyre to join her for an early dinner to get to know each other.

The girls entered into a huge room adorned with the same marble looking tiles and gray paint mixed with pillars of dark brick filling the walls where windows were absent. Two of the walls were almost completely glass letting a vast amount of natural light fill the space. Above them, three huge circular lights hung from the high ceiling. Wooden tables of various sizes and the same shade of violet accent color plastic chairs neatly filled the room. Stretching along two of the walls were a number of booths to grab food.

Feyre and Alis settled on grabbing salads from one called Sabrina’s Kitchen and snatched a table for two near one of the walls of windows. They talked about the usual, their family, where they were from, what they were studying, etc.

Feyre learned that Alis was from the town adjacent to Feyre’s own, Springlee. She used to live there with her sister, her husband, and their two boys. She only left to pursue a degree in education but missed them terribly.

Feyre gave Alis a quick rundown of her own home life, leaving out many details that came with her dysfunctional family and explained she’d transferred after two years at Courts Community, working on an art degree. Alis loved the idea of having an artist as her roommate and insisted Feyre paint pictures to decorate their dorm.

They’d long since finished their salads but continued chatting as the cafeteria began to fill up nearer to dinner time.

“Whoa, whoa. Don’t look now but the hottest group of guys just strolled in,” Alis gasped.

Feyre giggled a little and rolled her eyes, she wasn’t the type of girl to fawn after hot guys anymore with her track record. She did not trust a pretty face. Alis’s eyes were transfixed behind Feyre.

“Would you like me to grab you a napkin to clean up your drool?” Feyre poked at Alis.

Alis playfully swatted her hand away. “Just look at them!”

Feyre huffed and turned around in her seat; she didn’t even need to ask for clarification from Alis it was clear who she was referring too. In one of the lines stood a group of three guys, she could hear them laughing and talking from her seat.

She could only see two of their faces, but that was all she needed. They all had similar shades of black or very dark brown hair and tanned complexions, not to mention how fit they all were. One’s hair was shoulder length and half was pulled back in a bun, the other two had shorter hair cut in rather nondescript styles. Though, the quietest one who had his arms crossed over his chest and only said a few words or offered a small smile every now and then had some curl in locks. The last one had his back turned to Feyre but if his backside and friends were any indication she could only assume he was equally as beautiful.

Noticing Feyre’s prolonged glance, Alis spoke up, “who needs a napkin now?”

Feyre snapped back around and giggled. “Shut up!”

The sheer number of students piling into the room had it near overflowing as Alis and Feyre tore their eyes from the boys and walked back to their dorm.

They sat on their beds and talked for a while more, mostly making up ridiculous ways to find out who those boys were and how to get their attention. Feyre doodled in her sketchbook while Alis suggested they break into admissions in an attempt to get some information on them, that plan quickly fell apart as she realized they’d need to know more than their faces.

Eventually, both girls turn in for the night.

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enjoy, let me know if you want more or not!

#feysand au #feysand fanfiction #feysand fanfic #feyre x rhysand #feyre x rhys fanfic #feyre archeron #morrigan #acotar fanfic #acotar #acotar au #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #cassian #azriel #i never got to say i love you #modern au #fanfiction #feysand

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winryofresembool · 4 years

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 8

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso makes another new friend.

A/N: Time to introduce Hazel! Since some of you may be interested in my ToA read, I'm currently reading TTT and it’s reminding me how great Frank and Hazel are. In my fic Hazel is 18 and Frank 20, just for future reference.

Thanks to Cris for helping me out and listening to my rants again, and thanks to the people who commented the previous chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this one too and don't forget that even a short comment like "nice" can make my day!

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Hazel, Leo

Words: 1900+

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

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As the fall progressed, Calypso, who had brought a couple of her favorite paintings with her to her new flat, decided to show some of her art to Annabeth. The architect student complimented them and encouraged her to continue creating art, but Calypso admitted that sometimes it was hard to find the motivation to do it on her own. She preferred making things that she could actually use, such as clothes, but she wasn’t opposed to continuing the art hobby if she found a motivator. Annabeth suggested she join the university art club that had classes for various skill levels and where she’d get feedback to help her get even better. The blonde girl wished she had more time to draw just for fun because her university assignments took a lot of her time, but in Calypso’s case her studies had quite little to do with art so maybe the club would offer her a nice break from history.

And so, only a week later Calypso was participating in her first art class at the university club house. She looked curiously around her to see if she might know someone there from her history lectures, but it turned out that wasn’t the case. However, her attention focused on a girl with curly brown hair, dark skin and eyes so unusually colored that they stood out even from afar. Something about her fascinated Calypso and she decided to approach her.

“Hi!” she greeted.

“Hello. Is this your first time here as well?” the other girl asked.

“Yes! An architect student recommended this club for me so I decided to give it a shot,” Calypso explained.

“Mmmh. I’m not a college student – yet because I’m graduating from high school a bit late – but they graciously let me join when I showed them my art portfolio. I just felt like the high school art classes don’t have much to give me anymore so I wanted to try something different.”

“I see. So, is art something you’d like to do for living? Or just a hobby?” Calypso asked.

“To be honest? I’m not entirely sure yet,” the girl admitted. “Something happened that I was kind of out of it for a few months and that’s why it was hard to think about my future for a while. But one way or another I’ll probably still keep doing art no matter what.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about that…” Calypso said sympathetically.

“It’s in the past now, I’m fine!” the girl reassured. “Uh, I already told you that but I didn’t even ask you your name yet… What is it?”

“Calypso Astal. Yes, I know, like that music style… or that Greek sorceress…”

“I was not going to say that.” the girl shook her head, smiling politely. “I was simply going to say it’s nice to meet you, Calypso! My name is Hazel, Hazel Levesque.”

“Well, nice to meet you too, Hazel,” Calypso said, shaking her hand. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t sound rude… I’m just used to people making weird comments about my name.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! I can understand that very well. I’m a little too used to people’s comments about anything related to my life at this point…” she said sadly. Now Calypso knew what had drawn her to Hazel in the first place: somehow she had sensed that the girl was an outsider, just like she was.

“So, how long have you been drawing, Hazel?” Calypso decided to change the topic.

“Since I was small. It’s always felt like a good way to express my thoughts and also distract myself when things weren’t that great. What about you, though?”

“I think I’ve always been more or less interested in it, but I didn’t start drawing and painting more seriously until I was in high school. I had a lot of time in my hands then…” Calypso said vaguely.

“That’s cool! What else do you do in your free time?” Hazel asked when she realized Calypso wouldn’t elaborate more.

“I like all kinds of handicrafts – you know, from sewing to building small objects and tending flowers – and I also enjoy singing… although usually I do that just on my own…” Calypso admitted, sounding a little bit embarrassed.

“Wow, sounds like you’re such a multitalent!” the younger girl exclaimed. “I help take care of a horse – his name is Arion and a friend who is good with horses claims that he’s loud mouthed even though I have no idea how he can say that. Arion is just vocal, that’s all.”

Calypso snorted at that.

“Yeah, I believe you. My flatmate would probably claim that he’s entirely capable of understanding everything his dog says, though.”

“Aw, your flatmate has a dog?” Hazel asked.

“Yep, he does, but he is not allowed to have it in our flat. Though he still did, when I arrived, and the dog broke my desk. I wasn’t too happy with my flatmate after that but he hasn’t brought the dog in since then,” Calypso said, now able to smile at the memory.

“I’d love to have one too but for some reason a lot of the dogs seem a little afraid of me. I don’t know why.” Hazel shrugged. “But my, uh, friend studies to become a vet and he’s around animals a lot.”

“That sounds like a cool career. I never really got to be around animals a lot in my childhood… But I do remember enjoying watching birds from the window.” Calypso also remembered wishing she could fly freely like them but she decided to not say that out loud, wanting to focus on more positive things.

The conversation died off because the teacher started explaining the participants the schedule of their meetings and what kind of projects they would make. The first assignment sounded like a fun one in Calypso’s opinion: it was called “If I could be any other living creature”. That meant the students were allowed to draw or paint themselves as any animal or plant they could imagine themselves being. At first Calypso thought about drawing one of her favorite flowers but then she remembered her and Hazel’s discussion only from a moment ago and how she had wished she could be a bird. And that gave her an idea.

The bird she chose was called the Golden Oriole. She had only seen one in her childhood on a trip to northern Greece but she still remembered the yellow feathers and the dark wings very well. Her own hair had been lighter back then as well, more of golden blonde than the caramel brown it was naturally now (before the dyeing) which had really stood out with her dark eyes. That’s why her mother had teased her about looking like Golden Oriole. Thinking about those times made Calypso feel a bit homesick but she decided to channel her emotions into the painting instead of wallowing in them. Once she had gotten started, she took a peek at what Hazel was making. Hazel herself had depicted herself as a horse but somehow she had also time to sketch a bear next to it. That confused Calypso. “What does the bear represent?” she asked Hazel.

“It’s gonna be a panda,” Hazel clarified, “and it’s supposed to depict my best friend. I felt he deserved to be drawn too. He is big and strong like a panda but surprisingly soft inside… I want to show how these two animals, though very different, can get along really well.”

“That’s a great topic. And he sounds like a good guy,” Calypso said approvingly.

“He is,” Hazel nodded and took a look at Calypso’s work. “That looks pretty! So, you consider yourself a bird?”

“Well, at least I’d like to be.” She shrugged. “Maybe one day.”

“I sense something is restricting you,” Hazel commented. “But don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me more.”

“Thanks,” Calypso said with relief, and after that the girls focused on their drawings again.

…

Once the class was over, the girls continued talking on their way to the bus stop.

“I’m sorry, this might be a strange thing to say but… I got a bit different vibe from you than from most people in the class. Do you know why?” Hazel inquired.

“Could be because I’m technically a foreigner,” Calypso replied. “I was also homeschooled so… I haven’t really been in touch with people of my age a lot.”

“Really?” Hazel raised her eyebrows. “Where are you from?”

“Greece. But we moved from there when I was 10.”

“Your English is so good that I wouldn’t have been able to tell you’re not from here. I’ve lived in many places too. I was born in New Orleans but I’ve also lived in Alaska and San Francisco…”

“What brought you here, then?” Calypso asked.

Hazel seemed to hesitate a bit. “Uh, it’s a very long story. One I’d rather not talk about right now. But after I recovered from an accident I’ve been trying to find my place. My best friend moved to study here and he’s the closest family I have so I decided I’m gonna follow him.”

Calypso noticed that Hazel blushed a bit when she was talking about her friend.

“And your parents were OK with you moving?” she asked, having too much experience with overprotective parents.

“Uh…” Hazel started awkwardly. “I don’t really have any. Mom is dead and my dad only shows up when it’s convenient to him. I lived with a relative for a few months before I turned 18 but once I was that old, she told me that I was free to make my own decisions.”

“I’m so sorry. About your parents.” Calypso said sympathetically. For some reason she seemed to be pulling a lot of people with tragic backgrounds towards her.

“It might be awful to say this but I think my mom is in a better place now. She suffered a lot in her life,” Hazel said as an afterthought.

Calypso only nodded, because really, what could you say to that? The other girl seemed to sense her hesitance because she continued:

“But don’t worry about me. Frank is the best and most protective friend I could have. And here I have found some new ones as well!”

“That is good!” Calypso said genuinely. She already felt like she could relate to this girl and wished a brighter future for her. “Um, I have some things I need to do at home but I’ll see you next week, right? And if you ever want to hang out outside the class, just message me.”

“I will!” Hazel promised and waved to her as goodbye.

…

Leo was making something to eat in the kitchen when Calypso arrived and he looked at the package in Calypso’s arms curiously.

“Hiya Sunshine, what you got there?” he asked.

“I was at the art club and did this,” Calypso said, taking the drawing from the bag and showing it to Leo.

“That’s a cool bird,” Leo mumbled while trying to swallow his sandwich. “Is there some deeper meaning to it?”

“Yes, it’s supposed to depict me,” Calypso answered, emphasizing the last word.

Leo looked back and forth between the drawing and the artist.

“I’m not really seeing the connection there.” He narrowed his eyes as if trying to see the drawing clearer. “You look nothing like that bird.”

“Leo Valdez!” Calypso yelled and marched angrily into her room, leaving poor Leo wonder what he did wrong.

“I just meant that you’re way prettier than any drawing of a bird could ever be,” he mumbled to himself before sighing and focusing on his meal again.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

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boat-dock · 4 years

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“Knowing You is for the Better” chapter 13

I’m very happy with how this chapter turned out! I hope yall enjoy

Hope couldn’t remember how the dream started, it was all foggy and disorientating. She tossed in her sleep fighting against the dark forces pulling at her mind, but despite her efforts, she plunged into the dream head first.

She was standing in the forest, the one in Mystic Falls that surrounded the school, but it was slightly different. The trees and underbrush were denser but somehow newer, younger. There was a flash of birds flying overhead, their wings pounding like a heartbeat in her ears, making it impossible to focus or figure out where she was. Disoriented she stumbled until she came across a clearing with a large bonfire. Smoke stung her eyes and curled upward blocking out the sky in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. The heat radiated around her causing beads of sweat to appear The birds suddenly reappeared, their cries filling the air as they swirled around, so in sync that it was as if they shared one mind. She crouched to avoid the snap of their wings and the sting of their beaks, her heart pounding and pulling dangerously in her chest. To her relief, the birds pulled back. That feeling was short-lived however as the birds regrouped a few feet away and in a strange cluster, they formed an odd shape. The blurred lines of the form solidified as the birds morphed, melting together into the shape of a woman. Hope stumbled backward but found that her feet were sluggish like the ground was sticking to the bottom of her shoes.

The form sucked in a ragged breath as she came into focus and for a moment Hope noted that she was a young woman with light red curly hair. That changed quickly, however, as she aged before her eyes becoming older and slightly shorter, hair still just as red, but she had a strangely familiar glint in her eyes.

Hope couldn’t place her face, she felt like she should, but in her hazy dreamscape no name came to her mind, leaving her just as confused and alone as she was before. She was unable to speak as the older woman’s eyes land on her, they were a piercing blue.

The woman started speaking, but Hope couldn’t make out the words, they seemed to snake through the air to her ears becoming distorted along the way. Strangely she didn’t feel threatened by this woman, power radiated from her, but it was more familiar than anything else. Power didn’t frighten her at this point, she was raised around people with ungodly power and she herself had grown into her own, so when the woman grabbed Hope by the arm and raised her voice she found herself straining to make out her words instead of flinching away.

A voice broke through the haze, but it wasn’t the woman she was listening for, she recognized it as it called her name, echoing around in her head. The dream around her began to fade as the words got louder, but the fingers clenching her arm only got tighter, trying to keep Hope there. But with Josie’s voice calling to her, Hope fought back prying herself away and letting herself get shaken awake.

Josie is above her, staring at her with worried dark eyes as she gently pets her hair, which Hope finds strangely comforting. “Hope,” Josie’s voice was once again a whisper in the dark,” Are you ok?”

Hope gulped, finding her bearings, “ yeah,” she rasped shifting so she could sit up, “ just a bad dream.” she could see the worry etched across her face.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Surprisingly she did, she desperately wanted to tell her about the flocking birds and the intense eyes of the unnamed woman, but she found she couldn’t. The dream was dissolving from her memory like a page in water, “ I don’t remember it,” she whispered, a sudden sharp pain sprouting behind her eyes. They lapsed into silence as Josie slipped her hand into Hope’s offering silent support. “What about your nightmares?” Hope asked suddenly remembering the dreams that up until recently had been plaguing her girlfriend. The term girlfriend spent her for a loop but it was far too late at night for her to consider their undefined relationship, “Have they been better?”

“Yeah, they have,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows,” It’s weird that as soon as mine get better yours start,” she commented and Hope could see gears turning in her head.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Hope yawned and pulled Josie close as they laid back down. “ come let’s get some more sleep,” Josie settled her head onto Hope’s chest. She pressed a light kiss to the younger girl’s head and with a content sigh fell back asleep.

They slept peacefully until morning and surprisingly they both awoke on time for class. As Josie went to shower, Hope grabbed her phone and called Keelin like she told Rafael she would the day before. Still barely awake she sat on the bed as the phone rang against her ear.

Her aunt answered on the fourth ring and Hope didn’t need her supernatural hearing to hear Nik screaming in the background. “Hope!” Keelin exclaimed into the phone excited to hear from her niece, “ good morning sweetie.”

“Hi Keelin,” Hope grinned. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the news she was about to share. How exactly was she going to tell her that she had a surprise distant relative that went to Hope’s school that might want to meet her. “Um I need to talk to you about something” she stumbled awkwardly.

She could basically hear Keelin raising her eyebrows on the other sign of the line, ”What’s going on Hope?”

She took a deep breath before letting the words spill out of her and once she started she couldn’t stop. She tried to keep everything concise and simple but her words got jumbled as she struggled to tell Keelin the news.

When she finally finished she’s met with stunned silence as Keelin tries to process. “Oh...wow ok,” was all she said

“Are you ok?” Hope asked suddenly worried that she would react poorly, which was crazy and impossible but still a fear none the less.

“Yeah-yeah I’m just a little shocked is all,” Hope released a breath and raked her fingers through her knotting auburn hair. She wished Josie were here with her, not that the younger girl would know how to handle this situation any better than her but her presence would have been calming. It was scary how quickly she had come to rely on her.

“He told me to give you his email address so you can contact him if you want to,” she waited patiently as Keelin rushed around to find a pen and paper and then jotted it down as Hope recited it.

“I will definitely do that,” she answered with a note of nervousness in her voice that Hope knew all too well from her many meetings of her family members over the years. “Maybe I can meet him when we come down for family day later this month,” she tried to sound nonchalant but she didn’t do a very good job. A smile spread across Hope’s face.

“This is so exciting!” she squealed which was very unlike her but she was caught up in the joy of a separated family finding each other. Her eyes widened and she gasped,” Oh and while you guys are here I can introduce you to my new girlfriend,” she made a mental note to talk to Josie about that word when she gets back.

Keelin is shocked by this sudden change of topic,” A girlfriend?” she asked and blood rushed to Hope’s cheeks as she realized how suddenly and easily she had dropped that information. “Who is it?” she asked

Pulling back slightly, Hope danced around the answer,” it’s a surprise,” she grinned trying to keep her spirits high and not get overwhelmed with worry. This did nothing to detour her aunt, however.

“Is it Josie? Please tell me it’s Josie,” she spoke quickly into the phone as Hope’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

“You’re no fun,” she groaned, secretly relieved that she didn’t have to hide the information.

“Yay, we like Josie!” Keelin announced like it was a completely normal thing for her to say. Hope was stunned and stood up suddenly so she could move aimlessly around her room while talking.

“What? Have you guys talked about this?” she dreaded the thought. Her family’s love was everything to her but sometimes their direct attention made her skin crawl slightly. She was comfortable with them of course but the spotlight wasn’t her favorite place to be.

Keelin scoffed, “ Oh sweetie that’s what our group chat is for,” she groaned, remembering that her family had a separate group chat specifically to talk about her.

“You’re all crazy,” she said bluntly, causing her aunt to laugh. They said their goodbyes and Hope tosses her phone to the bed as she tries to focus on getting ready for the day. However, she is easily distracted by the many pictures covering her desk and side table of her family.

Talking to Keelin reminded her of just how much she missed them, even though she spent time with all of them in New Orleans very recently. Still, sometimes it was like a piece of her was missing, she felt a magnet drawing her toward them no matter where they were. When she was younger she imagined leaving the school to traveling across the country or the seas till she got to them.

There were dozens of pictures spread out across her room, of her with them and even some of them before her. She’s so enthralled by them that she doesn’t notice Josie reentering the room. The girl was dressed for school but her hair was curled up in a towel on top of her head. She snuck up behind Hope and wrapped her arms around the older girl’s waist and resting her head on her shoulder. “Do you miss them,” she asked after noticing the strange air surrounding the Hope.

“Yeah,” she said simply and knocking her head against Josie’s lightly.

Josie untangles herself so she can grab one of the pictures and examine it. The slightly aged photo had a dark frame that contained several figures in fancy evening dress standing on a set of stairs. Hope smiled, this picture was the only one she had that contained all of her father’s siblings (minus Freya of course), it was actually Freya who insisted that she know this photo because it was the only way for her to know her uncle Finn. “Who are all of them?” Josie asked. Hope was pretty sure that Josie already knew but she was happy to talk about them either way.

“Well you’ve met most of them,” she commented, pointing out her father, uncles Elijah and Kol and her aunt Rebekah. “This is my late uncle Finn,” she motioned to the tall solemn-looking man with dark hair. “And that is their mother Esther,” her eyes fall on the older woman with light red hair and all the air leaves her lungs.

The face from her dream flashed into her mind and her knees buckled. She caught herself before Josie noticed, she was still studying the picture, “You look a little bit like her,” she commented, flicking her eyes to Hope’s face, “ the eyes and hair.” She had never even thought about that. Honestly, she tried her best to not think about her grandmother, the stories she’s heard over the years have been less than stellar. Why would Esther be haunting her dreams? Many horrible thoughts ran through her mind but she quickly pushed them aside deciding to think about it later in private so Josie wouldn’t worry.

Instead, she steered the conversation on to a happier topic. Once again she found that she didn’t know how to bring up what she wanted to talk about. She watched

Josie closely as she placed the picture back on the desk. Josie’s eyes snapped to her as she noticed Hope’s starring, “What?” she asked, making a face.

“Nothing,” she answered quickly before realizing that this was her chance and if she didn’t take it now she might never,” actually...would you be my girlfriend?” she spit out far too quickly.

After her initial shock faded Josie grinned brightly and pressed a kiss to Hope’s lips. The butterflies in her stomach vanished. “Of course,” Josie breathed, smiling against her. For a wonderful moment, they were the only two people in existence and the world spun for them. Nothing else mattered but the girl in her arms right now. Josie pulled away abruptly,” I have to go tell Lizzie, “ she exclaimed before squeezing Hope’s hand and disappearing out the door. Hope yelled behind her that she would see them at breakfast but she doubts Josie heard her.

With Josie gone, Hope wanders back to the photo, a sick dread fills her, her grandmother was smart, devious and above all else, patient. Whatever she was planning by sending Hope these dreams was most definitely well thought out. But was it evil? Would she hurt Hope or those she cared about?

Honestly, she was unsure. Esther had a strong sense of family, but she was also known to go to the extremes to do what she deemed right even if it meant hurting her own blood. Whatever she was up to, Hope knew that she was going to keep her family and friends safe.

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fulldreamsahead · 5 years

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Cold Feet Cold Body

So we have our players, 3 girls and two boys. In my dream they did not have names so I will just retroactively give them names that I think fit them. My name is Maria. My female friends’ names are Tina and Janine. Tina is a dyed blond with her roots showing, she likes to do smokey eyes but never really washes away the rest of her makeup correctly and it always ends up looking a bit too smudged. Janine is a yes girl with a big mop of curly black hair on her head and warm-toned skin, she is always beautiful and on point. I never get to see myself but in snippits of movement I can see I have dark-ish skin and thick dark colored hair. Our men are Travis, a man who looks like Adam Devine in a Anders Holm-style hat, and Jared his associate, a man that is tall and jacked.

Our plot begins with me being invited to be a bridesmaid at Tina's wedding. We’re living in a relatively metropolitan area that is skirted on all sides by farmland (much like DFW) and her dream, even though she has NO REALATION WHATSOEVER to the country, is to have the ultimate country wedding. She has always liked the idea of barn raisings and such. In her wedding preparations she has become a 'country girl' and even adopted a slight southern twang even though she is from California born and raised. I find this detestable but am very polite and smile through the fields of fake. I want to believe Janine is my guiding light, I try to take her aside to talk about it but in dipping my toe into the water I realize that she cannot even tell the difference and is just elated to be maid of honor. I am at a loss. While preparing for the wedding realize the most perplexing thing; I have not met or heard of the groom, a man by the name of Timothy. For some reason I find it weird that no one is allowed to slang it to Tim, his visage seems too elegant and I am suspicious. Timothy is apparently loaded and rents us out a mansion-like air bnb in the middle-of-nowhere farm country to do our wedding preparations. The wedding itself will be held at a neighboring farm, ONLY 20 miles out and the preparations there are going smoothly. The groom and the groomsmen will be staying at that location, but it is not as updated as our location, and he wanted us to be pampered and have a girls spa weekend prior to the Sunday wedding.

On Friday morning we arrive, I park and find mysterious Timothy helping his beloved move all her things into the air bnb. It turns out he is actually my high school boyfriend TIM who dumped me after cheating on me with some 'skank' at a party. I found out via an old friend Bernice, who had been at the party and showed me photos of him macking on some blond chick in a skimpy pink tube top and then taking her into one of the bedrooms. We do a flashback of the scene and me dumping him while pouring an entire route 44 over his head. Back in the present I make pleasantries with him. He doesn't seem to remember me but I am not surprised. It's been about 11 years since then and we only dated a few months in freshman year. Tina giddily grabs his arm to officially introduce us and of course Janine asks the stereotypical question of “how did you guys meet?” It turns out that Tina was the 'skank' at the party and we have another flashback revealing so. She refers to the 'me' in the story as 'some bitch' that she gladly stole this hunk away from. She says they lost touch after their one night stand but then by fate they met up again about 6 months ago and the sex was 'just as good'. I am furious, I have been friends with Tina since high school. I know for a fact she knows what I went through, she was with me while I was ugly crying in the high school bathrooms. I am already on edge when she brings out a dog. A big fluffy husky who turns happily at the sight of his owners (Tina and Timothy). My fists clench. That is my dog. This is where it gets really strange, apparently. I lost my dog earlier that year having a bad time (maybe there can be a bad year montage at the beginning of the movie) and Tina offered to help me look. She was the one who insisted that I finally give up after about a month, but I was heartbroken nonetheless. I mention that out loud that he looks just like my Archduke Ferdinand. I can see the cracks in her glass smile as she says “oh hun, not this again, I just loved your sweet pooch so much I had to get one of my own! Is it too soon?” She turns to Timothy to ask him to take the dog with him and I insist it's ok. I have a sure fire way of figuring it out, I just need a moment alone with the dog. After hauling in the rest of the belongings, I say goodbye to TIM much to his discharge.

We spend the rest of the morning setting up the house and taking stock. There are some farm animals in the house and, while from the outside it looks like a regular old fashioned country two story, on the inside it is a totally decked out fully modern gorgeous property. The backyard has endless greenery rolling up to a crashing wave of cedar forest lining the property. There is a gnarly hundred-year-old oak tree on the eastern half of the property. As Tina is setting up her expansive makeup collection in the bathroom and Janine has decided to lay down on the couch and take advantage of cable, I met up with 'Fluffykins' in the yard. When I had Archduke Ferdinand, I had him micro-chipped. Out here in the middle of nowhere I can't actually get it checked to see if he’s mine but I do remember that he was mistakenly micro-chipped in his butt instead of his back due to his eagerness. I doubt anyone else would make a similar mistake. He follows me eagerly (remembering me?) and I go to investigate a local shed on the property. Opening the door looks like a scene out of a horror move; you see my silhouette power stance in the doorway of the dark and cobwebbed palace of yard instruments. While a stud finder can't identify any microchip information, it can ping you to its location in the dog. A quick swipe over the butt and I hear the ping. I drop to my knees and shed a few tears and hug my dog. He struggles and licks my face in confusion. After I am able to recollect myself I am furious, the rages of Satan burn in my eyes and we have a montage of some stupid things that Tina has done to me over the years. “Oh yeah, those bangs totally suit you!” “No girl that dress does not make you look fat.” “Oh honey, there is no way a man can resist a girl with frosted tips.”

Oh why did I let her go with me to the salon more than once. This 'bitch' has been ruining my life for years and I am done. I breath in, sigh, and Ferdinand follows me out of the shed and I lock up shop. I go inside and put on my customer service smile and greet Tina who whines at me and asks me where I have been. I tell her that I was just getting some fresh air and she makes a note about how she doesn't want the humidity to throw off my hair because we all have to look in sync. The corner of my mouth twitches but I stay focused. I ask about food options and she sighs haughtily saying she couldn't get the host to feed us so we are going to have to send someone to go get food. I offer quickly and she thanks me with a fake sickly sweet sound. Everything about her looks like a cracked up doll: the eyes too big, the smile too painted on, and I can't take it. I go down to a local 'grocery store' or shall I say dollar mart and pick up what can be turned into meals for us for the weekend. This is where we meet Travis and Jared. They are bumming it in the back of a pickup in the parking lot, drinking monster energy drinks and doing chew. I put my bags in the car and approach them. They begin to puff out their chests like birds to hit on me and I stop them right in their tracks. “Hey fellas I have a fucked up idea, want in?” They deflate immediately and seem a bit scared of how abrasive I am. I tell them the gist of what is going on and Jared is particularly passionate about taking another person’s dog. I thank him and I ask him if they could pull a little Texas Chainsaw Massacre and come over to scare the shit out of the girls tonight. That will teach Tina to be in a place she doesn't understand and crack her fake-ass exterior. They seem reluctant so I offer them each 50$ and they are in. The plan is they go at the house Strangers style, with no intention of actually entering the house and we will disconnect the phone lines prior. I make a mental note to unplug the girls’ phones and tamper with the lock screens to keep the brightness on so they lose battery and we are 'trapped'. They understand their limits and not to hurt anyone and we are golden. I give them the address and we are set.

I return with the food and Tina nitpicks my choices while Janine makes the best of it. The rest of the evening is uneventful, while Tina complains that she wishes she had catered a sushi platter to us instead of the burgers we were forced to eat because the meat goes straight to her non existent flat ass. As it gets dark I put my phone plan into action and convince the girls to watch a horror movie to really set the mood. We watch Friday the 13th and at 11 p.m. the fun begins. I hear the boys shit truck putter by on the highway, they honk just driving past the house to alert me that they will be parking down the road and on their way. The movie still has 15 minutes and this could not have been planned better. As the movie winds down the boys make it to the property. First they disconnect the power. The girls scream in the dark and I follow suit, I’m a pretty good actor after years of putting up with Tina's bullshit. As we head as a group for the breaker box outside the house, a light hung just above the small scary shed to make it even more erie is still on and tall Jared is standing under it in a mask. Tina is terrified and runs back inside the house, Janine pulls on my should and screams we need our phones. We run back in, lock the door, and the girls run for their cells phones finding them all to be drained and dead. They also cannot seem to find the cords to their chargers. Tina immediately blames me for my shitty unpacking for some reason and I snap at her in the heat of the moment that her dumb-ass fiancee must have misplaced them! Janine is crying, poor girl, she does not deserve this but she is an innocent bystander in what must be done. Ferdinand is pacing by the back glass door whimpering. Tina asks him what's wrong. He barks and a sickle shines just right and scratches down the glass. The girls freak out and run around the house. Tina makes a beeline for a neighboring bedroom instead of the master for some reason. Meanwhile the boys are laughing outside about what a good job they are doing, they are over in the barn with the other animals laughing about why a sickle is even on the property. “Are they harvesting wheat like the slavery ages?” Travis has a great idea to let the animals out and Jared is skeptical, he doesn't want them to get hurt. Travis says “Why would they? It’s a closed property. They'll probably just run amok.” So Jared agrees and they open the barn and all the cages. The horse runs out first and they snicker about which windows they should harass next.

Back in the house shit gets real when Tina pulls out a fucking gun from the top of the extra bedroom closet on the second floor. Both Janine and I are twice as on edge. “When the fuck did you get that?!” Janine asks (a huge anti-gun person). Tina says “Shut the fuck up Janine, you know they could have stopped Sandy Hook if the teacher would have been armed.” Janine is furious and Tina loads the gun and holds it loosely in her hand, the two of them bicker and I am panicking. I have to tell the boys to get out as soon as possible this has gone tits up and that is when I here a smash of glass downstairs. Tina takes front position and we all get dead silent. I panic realizing we never set up a safe-word and knock over a decorative vase in the hallway. Tina pivots the gun at me and I shout a little too loudly for her to GET THAT FUCKING GUN AWAY FROM ME, hoping to alert the boys and also scolding myself remembering that I told them specifically not to come inside the house. We reach the bottom of the stairs and we hear some non-specific crashing in an adjacent room, we move around the corner and see nothing and then, jump-scare, it’s the fucking horse, his eyes illuminated red with the flashlight we found in an upstairs bathroom sink cabinet. Tina fires the gun instantly, missing the horse and the thing goes fucking nuts, kicking and neighing destroying everything. We collectively lose our minds and scatter. The boys are on the east of the house and contemplate if that was a gunshot. Jared says “This shit is too much” and that they should bail. Travis agrees and as they pass the gnarled oak they hear a sound and turn. It’s a mother raccoon. Jared punches Travis for scaring him and comments on how cute it is. Travis tells him to fuck off and screams at the animal hoping to scare it off for scaring him. It full on attacks him and he runs careening around the corner of the house with Jared cursing under his breath to help him.

A lot of other high-jinks ensue over the night and in the morning we are all wrecked. Especially Tina whose hair is a rats nest and her smokey eye has become a smokey face. We trapped the boys at some point and somehow by the grace of god they do not blame me, they just say they were trying to have some fun with city girls and something about gentrification of air bnb in the area, surprising everyone with their wit. I took the gun away from Tina and am rubbing my temples with it in my hand. She was too trigger happy anyway. I end up sighing and saying fuck it and come clean about everything, going from screaming to tears, Tina is sympathetic and right when we are about to make up there is a crackle in the tree line and something gray comes running at us in full speed. In total automatic reflex Tina grabs the gun an fires at it thinking its the raccoon, but its Ferdinand, he is hit. Everyone goes into fast motion at that point, we bring him to the vets office and in the waiting room Tina and I have a screaming match and everything comes out.

Unfortunately like most dreams there is no real ending... Though I wish there was...

#me #dreams #story time #weird dream #fiction

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poisoned-monkey · 6 years

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saiouma exchange for #18

this is my entry for the SaiOuma exchange hosted by @saioumaexchange! i hope my recipient enjoys this! the story is under the read more! (my recipient’s number was 88)

ratings: T (for use of foul language, nothing else tho)

includes: fluff, tooth-rotting cuteness, demon prince kokichi, and more.

I abruptly woke up to find myself on the floor with my left leg tangled in a sheet. I shot an irritated glare over the top of the bed at the lump who had nudged me off the bed. Groaning, I hauled myself up to sit on the edge of the mattress. Only a mop of curly purple hair stuck out from the mound of covers and I pushed back them back to reveal a peacefully sleeping face, a bit of drool leaking out the edge of his mouth and I hated myself for finding it oddly endearing.

Though it was not endearing enough to warrant any mercy from me. I gripped the sides of the blanket and jerked them off in one fluid motion. A loud groan emitted from the body below as he curled his wings and tail closer to himself to conserve heat. Yeah, dark purple wings and a sharp pointy tail. The boy below me was a demon. A high ranking one according to him. It was times like these that made me question how this had happened; how exactly I had a demon living in my house and sleeping in my bed. It made me think back to the day that we met.

-A few months prior-

I sighed as I stepped out of my car and into the darkness. The agency had kept me over rather late because I was behind on some papers that I had put off in favor of solving some of the more urgent cases that had been given to me. It was well past ten o-clock and the night was stiflingly muggy. I immediately missed the air-conditioned car and couldn’t get into my house fast enough.

Silence greeted me as I turned on the lights and tossed my keys haphazardly onto the table. I floated around in the kitchen putting my things away when I noticed I hadn’t taken out the garbage yet. I sighed as I rolled up my sleeves and gathered up the bag. Best to do it now rather than later so I can relax without dreading it. I pulled out my phone, flicked on the flashlight, and headed out.

I wasn’t exactly scared of the dark but I didn’t exactly want to stay in it longer than I had to, so I moved quickly to the side of the house. As I approached it I noticed bits of scattered trash on the ground and warily thought that a raccoon might have infiltrated the can.

That is until I noticed two legs sticking out the side of it. I broke out into a cold sweat as a multitude of thoughts rushed through my mind: the most prominent one being that someone disposed of a body in my garbage can. Until I noticed one of the legs twitch a little bit. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Okay, not a dead body, that was good.

But that left the question of who the hell was sleeping in there? I directed the light towards the lid of the bin and tentatively raised it.

Inside, I found a filthy boy nestled in a shell of purple hair, and what looked like…scales? He was cradling a weird looking backpack like it was his lifeline. He was also indeed very much asleep. His face was slightly turned away from me, leaning into an empty ramen cup.

I looked at him for a minute, really looked, and I could see beneath the dirt was a rather pretty face...but I didn’t dwell on that.

“Hey, um, are you alright?” I asked. I received no response so I repeated myself, that time a little louder. I sighed, reached out and poked his cheek. It was pleasantly squishy. His body stirred, eyes slowly fluttering in awakening. Eventually, a pair of sleepy but vibrantly purple eyes greeted me. The boy’s pupils were slit, almost like a cat’s, or a snake’s…though, I wasn’t able to entertain that thought for too long. The figure suddenly lurched forward, sending trash flying everywhere about the alley behind my house. He began glancing around wildly.

His regard finally settled on me. After a long moment of shared eye contact, he smiled like he knew something I didn’t; which, in my defense, was partly true as I hadn’t ascertained why he was in my garbage can yet.

“You,” he pointed at me with a clawed fingertip, “name?”

“Um, Shuichi? I don’t mean to be rude but what exactly-?”

“Then don’t be!” The boy replied cheerfully with a shit-eating grin as he began to try to unsteadily mount the garbage can. When he finally gained his footing, something black flapped behind him. Wings…like a bat. And a tail? “Feast your eyes, pitiful human, upon the prince of the underworld: Kokichi Ouma!”

Prince…of the underworld? A demon?

“You, Shuichi, have been specifically chosen to be my new underling. You can thank me later.” Kokichi glided down to the ground and started walking towards my front door. “This is your house, riiiiightttt? Well, ours now I guess I should say.”

After the demon boy had invited himself in and cleaned up, he was actually quite striking. He had slight curls of purple to his dark hair, the hue of which glinted nicely off of the scales on his wings as well as the ones that covered his hands, forearms, and legs. His clothes had been tattered and torn so he stole some of my shirts and somehow managed to cut gaping holes into the backs, claiming them as his own.

Once he finished wandering through the house, “checking for enemies” as he put it, Kokichi plopped down in front of the table with a mountain of my snacks and my emergency sweets, which I had reserved for guests, and prepared to chow down.

“Why don’t you have any soda?” he asked through his mouthful of food. “All you have is coffee products. Got a caffeine addiction I should know about, roomie?”

I sighed as I pulled out the chair opposite to him. “It’s not an addiction-“ I paused. “I just like coffee, and besides soda isn’t good for you” I stated, reciting what I say to my friends who are also concerned over the amount of coffee I ingest.

Kokichi rolled his eyes and pointed a tasty cake in my direction. “Soda is good for demons, didn’t you know?” He assured matter-of-factly as I ogled him warily. He laughed a considerably strange laugh. “That’s a lie because I’m a liar if you couldn’t already tell,” he proclaimed whilst shoving the entire cake in his mouth.

I mulled his words over in my mind for a minute before I spoke again. “So, does that mean you’re lying about being a demon?”

Kokichi laughed again. “Think the wings are fake? Too bad! So sad! Not a lie~” He fluttered his wings slightly in response. “These babies are 100 percent real and I can fly farther and longer than your typical, boring demon,” he boasted, looking proud.

“I see…then, if you’re a demon prince why were you in my garbage can?”

Kokichi eyes suddenly welled with tears. “Maybe I like dumpster diving? Y-you shouldn’t judge people’s hobbies, Shuichi!”

I immediately backpaddled and raised my hands to placate him. “I-I’m not judging you or anything! Don’t cry!” and on the drop of a dime his attitude was back to being chipper. He batted his tear-soaked lashes at me.

“You sure know what to say to mend a broken heart, Shuichi! I feel better by just listening to the lyrical tones of your voice~” he mused romantically, then asked, “Anyways, I’m beat so the bedroom is…? Where?”

“Um, it’s down the hall to the right but-“ in a flash, he was gone – “it’s my bed…” I said to the air as I dragged my hands down my face. What the hell have I got myself into?

Kokichi solidly declined to answer any of my questions after that and playfully led me in circles until I finally just accepted that I had a new houseguest for an indefinite amount of time. A guest, for that matter, that refused to listen to a word I said and did as he pleased in my house.

And that was how Kokichi Ouma squeezed himself into my life.

-Present day-

Surprisingly, me and Kokichi settled into an easy routine as the days passed by. And, even though I would never admit it to him, I started to enjoy not coming home to an empty house. Even if Kokichi could be absolute hell to live with sometimes (pun intended).

It had been a relatively rough day at the agency and I wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep. When I opened the door, I expected to see Kokichi in his usual spot by the TV, watching his favorite cartoons that came on at this time, but instead I was greeted by an empty couch and a peculiar smell in the air. It didn’t smell bad exactly, just different.

“Kokichi?” I called out into the house as I toed my shoes off and made my way past the entranceway. I arrived at the door to the kitchen to find Kokichi dancing around to some unknown tune that was playing through his earphones. He was rhythmically stirring a pot full of some neon orange substance with what looked to be little tentacles swimming in it. On the table were sandwich cookies messily shaped into smiley faces with something thick and green leaking out of them. Next to those was a seemingly innocent chocolate cake and oddly enough, that was what had me on edge the most.

I tore my eyes away from the foodstuffs and noticed the kitchen was in utter disarray. Splotches of outlandishly colored goo dripped from the counters, little granular specks intermingling bizarrely with the consistency of the goo. Utensils were haphazardly tossed around the room and the spice rack was going to need rearranging, but it wasn’t the worst mess Kokichi had made by far (I still get nightmares of the laundry room incident). Plus, he was actually trying to cook for a change so I just brushed it off with a tired groan. I came up beside him and plucked an earphone out to speak with him.

Kokichi immediately perked up and tossed me a grin. “Welcome home, Shuu baby, how was work?”

I gave him a weary smile. “Terrible. There were at least ten calls from someone calling themselves Tater Tot that thought we were a Wendy’s. He was refusing to let us serve him because we were and I quote, ‘starch racist’.” I laughed bitterly as I loosened my tie. “And that was the cherry on top of everything else that went wrong today.”

He whistled and turned off the burner on the stove. “That bad huh? Well, I know just what you need.” Kokichi attached himself to my arm and dragged me toward the living room. Plopping me down on the couch, he disappeared in puff of smoke only to reappear seconds later with a bundle of clothes. He proceeded to throw them at my face. “Get comfy, Shuu baby, I promise I won’t look! Might be a lie though, you never know, so change quick!” He added and then zoomed back into the kitchen.

He returned after I had changed with all the food(?) he’d made hovering behind him as he carelessly tossed whatever was on the coffee table into the floor. Clicking his fingers, the food floated itself down onto the table and he clapped his hands, signaling a little puff of fireworks to erupt for the sake of presentation. I should have known at that point not to be surprised but his little magic trick still captured my attention, causing me to give a little clap. Kokichi beat his wings a little with pride as he threw himself down beside me.

“Hope you’re hungry, these are some of my favorite recipes from the demon world and I made them just for you! Best be grateful!” He said, shoving a cookie into his mouth as he reached for the remote. “Now, we are having a movie night because movie nights fix just about any problem someone could have; it’s a custom where I come from to have a movie night for the kingdom every second Saturday to keep the people from revolting.”

As I was about to question the authenticity of that statement, I noticed that the TV antenna looked… mushier than usual? It was a dark pink and was sort of glowing.

Kokichi noticed my line of sight and giggled. “I’m glad to see that you finally noticed that I installed a top-of-the-line antenna from the demon world! It gets like a bajillion channels-“ he paused in surprise- “oh shit! One of my favorite movies is on!” He settled in and cuddled a pillow in his lap as literal stars twinkled in his eyes. “It’s a documentary about these ghosts who fuck with ghost hunters and they can do the littlest thing and the people go wild like, man, humans are so dumb!”

I was about to protest until I felt a pat on my arm. “Don’t worry, Shuu baby, I think you’re an above average human and that’s no lie.”

Above average huh? Well, I suppose that’s as close to a compliment one would get from someone like Kokichi. I felt a warmth grow in my chest.

“Thanks, Kichi, I think you’re an above average demon too.” I laugh as I lean over and bump his shoulder.

Kokichi scoffed and bumped me back. “I’m waaaayyyy above average for your information…but I’ll take the compliment.”

We stopped talking then to focus on the movie and I found that the movie wasn’t half-bad. It was entertaining to listen to Kokichi laugh and comment on the spectral antics on the television. I even tried some of Kokichi’s weird food which was surprisingly not terrible but did leave an odd aftertaste.

Not long after though, the exhaustion of the day caught up with me. Combined with Kokichi’s comforting warmth beside me, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke, the TV had turned to some random infomercial trying to sell- ah…scale polish? I heard light snoring to my side and found that Kokichi passed out holding my right arm and was using my shoulder as his own personal drool pillow. Sometime during the night, he had covered us with a blanket. I huffed out a small laugh as I observed his sleep-ruffled hair and almost angelic snoozing face, save for the pointy fangs gently poking the bottom of his slightly parted lips.

My eyes strayed over to the analog clock in the corner of the room and I realized I had been asleep for a good while, it being three in the morning then. As content as I was to watch the little demon being quiet and sweet for a change, work came early and my body was starting to hurt from falling asleep sitting up. I could imagine Kokichi was not much better off with the weird angle his head was laying in.

I reached over with my other hand and patted his cheek, whispering, “Kichi, it’s time to get up.” He answered with an incoherent mumble. A smile graces my lips and I ask him to repeat that as I softly poked his nose.

He opened one bleary eye. “Tired, carry me,”

I shook my head in amused disbelief. “You can literally teleport, Kokichi, why should I carry you?”

He gave a grin that was equal parts devious and adorable. “ ’Cause you love me, Shuu baby.” At those honey coated words, a flush spread across my cheeks. I was about to offer a clever rebuttal but a pointed finger landed on my lips to shush me. Kokichi, the demon prince of the underworld, repeated, “Carry me.”

I rolled my eyes as Kokichi wrapped his arms around my neck and his skinny legs around my torso like a demonic koala, his tail curling around my inner thigh for extra support. It shocked me how easy it was to lift him despite the fact I was embarrassingly out of shape, but I managed to get him to the bedroom with no major incidents.

Kokichi unlatched himself and stood in front of the bed stretching out his wings and arms. I yawned out a goodnight in preparation to leave for the guest bedroom, but then I suddenly realized he was behind me. He pushed me, causing me to fall on the bed.

I looked up, startled to see him grinning before he jumped into the bed, snuggling in on the other side.

“I’ve decided to share my bed with the less fortunate,” he proclaimed, shimmying further down under the covers. “And not in the perverted way, in case you were wondering.”

I should have questioned why Kokichi wanted to share a bed with me but I was still pretty exhausted, and the thought of returning to the stiff guest room mattress was unappealing. So, I just gave into his whims and crawled under the covers with him.

I settled in as Kokichi scooted marginally closer, leaning his head on my arm and wrapping his tail around my leg. It should have felt weird but I found Kokichi’s presence quite…comforting.

“Hey Kokichi?”

“Yep, Shuu baby?”

“Thank you for doing all this for me today.”

Kokichi snickered and nuzzled harder into my arm. “You’re just lucky you have such a kind superior who actually cares for their underlings.”

“I guess I really am lucky, huh?” I murmured, mind already drifting away. It’s been a crazy experience living with Kokichi, the supposed prince of demons, but I know one thing for sure: I’m glad he came to live with me. I’m happy he’s here even if he won’t tell me why.

With those thoughts I drifted into sleep, unaware of the secret kiss Kokichi had planted on my cheek.

“I’m glad I picked you, Shuichi.”

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Chapter 1 - Gorgeous

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

You should take it as a compliment / That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk / You should think about the consequence / Of your magnetic field being a little too strong / And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us / He's in the club doing I don't know what / You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine / You've ruined my life by not being mine

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you / And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in darkened room / If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her / But if you're single that's honestly worse / 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine / I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have and / Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats / Alone / Unless you wanna come along

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / 'Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But what can I say? / You're gorgeous

You make me so happy it turns back to sad / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You're gorgeous / You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad / You're gorgeous

Sansa - November 2015

Sansa always loved coming home. As much as she enjoys living on her own down in perpetually-sunny San Diego, the smell of the forests surrounding her family’s estate outside of Seattle always brought her happiness. The crisp, clean, pine fresh air filled her lungs as she got out of the car. She greeted her family with hugs before rushing upstairs to her old bedroom to shower and get ready.

Tonight was Robb’s engagement party. He had finally proposed to Margaery Tyrell, Sansa’s best friend, after having dated her since high school. The party was being held on her family’s waterfront lawn. She rushed to get ready before helping her mother put up the rest of the decor, it’s not like Arya was going to help with that task.

As she strung up a garland of roses, Margaery’s favorite, she excitedly thought of all the family and friends she was going to see that night. Her mind turned to Jon Snow. Sansa’s parents were close friends of his parents for many years but, tragically, Rhaegar and Lyanna died in a car accident when Jon was little. With Jon having no other known relatives, Ned and Catelyn gladly took him in as one of their own. Her siblings saw him as their own brother but she was never close to him like they were. He and Robb were the same age and they had been best friends since they were babies. Arya has always been a tomboy and would try to tag along with their boyish excursions. Once Bran and Rickon came along, they looked up to Jon as another big brother. But then there was Sansa. She was her mother’s daughter through and through. She’d always been girly and ladylike since she could remember. She didn’t play with the boys and Arya, she had her own girly friends around to partake in makeovers and play princesses. She’s grown closer to her own siblings through the years, but never with Jon, there was always a weird distance between them.

But she hasn’t seen him since he joined the Marines after he graduated high school and he was a stubborn mule who didn’t have any social media. Sansa had learned he went to college up here in Washington after he finished his four years of service and now works in her family’s company, Winterfell Inc., along with Robb. After high school, Sansa and Margaery took a year off to travel through Europe before starting college. While Marg went to college in Washington where Robb graduated from, Sansa went to NYU. It was very much different to what she was used to back home, but she did like living in the city. After graduating, she stayed in the city for about a year, had a very bad relationship, and escaped to San Diego. She instantly fell in love with the climate, the beach, the sun. It had been seven years since she had really lived in Washington, but she did visit often and her family would come down to southern California from time to time.

Robb and Margaery arrived as guests started to stream in. Marg made the giddiest little scream when she spotted Sansa. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arya roll her eyes and sneak away so Marg wouldn’t pull her into the girly moment as well.

“That is an impossibly beautiful ring, Marg,” Sansa remarked as Margaery showed off her dainty hand.

“I have something for you, Sans!” Margaery exclaimed as she pushed a floral gift box into her hands. It contained a pretty and delicate gold necklace with a small “S” on it, a mini bottle of champagne, and a note that read It’s my turn to pop the question. Will you be my maid of honor?

“Oh of course I will be!“ Sansa said, throwing her arms around her best friend.

“The wedding will be at my family’s estate in Hawaii in six months!“ Margaery stated as she put the necklace around Sansa’s neck.

“Considering how big this wedding will be, that’s pretty fast!“

“Come on, Sans, you know I’m a planner. I’ve had this wedding figured out for quite some time now,“ Margaery laughed.

“Oh and you were just so sure I would ask you to be my wife, huh?“ Robb teased.

“Everyone knew, Robb. Everyone. Since high school,“ Sansa retorted. “So who do I get the honor of walking down the aisle with?”

“Of course my best man is Jon,“ Robb answered.

“Where is he anyways? I haven’t seen him in probably ten years. What is it with you boys and not having any social media?“ Sansa asked, scanning the crowd of guests.

“He’s on his way, had to finish some stuff up at the office. And we’re too cool for that. Plus you know how shy and private that guy can be. Anyways, Marg posts enough pictures of me and her that I don’t even need Instagram.“

Sansa made her way through the guests, greeting people she hadn’t seen in a while. As she was gabbing with quite possibly her favorite woman in the world, Margaery’s grandmother Olenna, she spotted a very handsome man with curly dark hair coming down towards the party.

Jon Snow. Gorgeous Jon Snow. Holy hell, she thought.

Jon

He scanned the party, trying to catch sight of Stark family members. He was more on the shy side and wanted to beeline straight to his adopted family. Then his eyes fell on her.

She was wearing a very form fitting emerald green dress that looked absolutely amazing on her. She had always been a pretty girl, but she had definitely grown up into a gorgeous woman. She threw her head back in laughter as she talked with Margaery’s grandmother. It made him smile, he missed Sansa’s laugh. As soon as he realized he had been staring at her, he averted his eyes and made his way into the crowds of guests.

He spotted Ned and Cat and greeted them with hugs, found Rickon and Bran stuffing their face with appetizers. And as he was saying hello to Robb, Arya came flying in from out of nowhere with a punch to the arm.

“Ouch, what was that for?“

“Good job being late, punk,“ Arya retorted.

“Oh please, the party’s barely even started.“

He again spotted Sansa out of the corner of his eye as she talked to Margaery and knew he had to go over there to congratulate the bride-to-be and say hello. He was suddenly nervous again, as he almost always was around Sansa back in the day.

“Congratulations, Marg,“ he said with a hug.

“Thanks, Jon!“

“Hi, Jon,“ Sansa said. Jon wondered why she said it so shyly when he never remembered her being shy.

“Sansa, it’s been a long time,“ Jon said as they gave each other an unfamiliar hug. He hoped he wasn’t being awkward, but his heart was beating out of control. This was the girl that he had fallen for so many years before but he kept it secret, even from Robb. Especially from Robb. This was his little sister and he was very protective of her. She wasn’t like Arya who always seemed to be able to take care of herself when it came to guys. After the bad relationships Sansa has had, Robb became even more protective.

Jon did his best to not look at her too much while he talked to them. He was hoping to be over his teenage crush but those feelings had come rushing back as he was in her presence.

Sansa

She had been trying not to stare at him too much. So much had changed about him, in a very good way. She kept wondering why he wasn’t really looking at her. He probably remembers how cold you were to him back then, she thought to herself. She didn’t really treat him like the rest of the family did. She wasn’t outright mean to him, but she wasn’t very friendly either. She just had enough on her plate with school, cheerleading, volleyball, friends, boyfriends, and everything else in her life. She regretted it now, she wished to be close to him like the rest of the Starks, even Margaery was closer to him because of Robb. She felt like the odd man out again.

“You know, he’s single,“ Margaery whispered in her ear as Jon walked away.

Dammit, it would be better if he had a girlfriend, then I could get over whatever this feeling is, Sansa thought. “Oh hush, Marg, you know I’ve declared this ‘The Year of Sansa’. That means no boys. I need a break after Joffrey and Ramsey. I need to find me, even if that sounds horribly corny.“

“Sure, I’m just saying...“ Marg teased as she went back over to Robb.

Sansa was uncomfortable with the nervousness and shyness she felt with him, so she went to the bar to try and drown it out and replace it with liquid courage. The third time she was at the bar waiting for her drink, she felt someone come up beside her.

“Whiskey on ice, please“ Jon said to the bartender. Sansa felt her stomach do a little flip.

What the hell, Sansa, it’s just Jon, she thought to herself.

Jon

“You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way,” Jon said to her. Dammit, you’re not supposed to say what you’re thinking to her. Maybe this should be your last drink, he thought as he felt a slight blush come to his face. He still didn’t look at her in the face so she wouldn’t see.

“I wasn’t sure about it but went for it anyways,“ she said, smoothing her hands over the dark green velvety fabric. Jon’s eyes followed her hands until he felt ashamed and looked away.

“Yeah, that color looks amazing on you.“

“Aw, thank you, Jon,“ she said and game his hand a little squeeze.

“So I hear you’re down in San Diego now,“ Jon said, trying to bring his thoughts to something more innocent.

“Yeah, I love it there. Robb told me you two are coming down there for a little while to work out of the San Diego branch.“

“In a month or so. I’ve only ever been to California once and that was just for boot camp; I feel like I’m not made for that place.“

“Don’t worry, Jon, I’ll help you fit in.“ She looked at him with a smile and those blue eyes made him melt. Even the way she spoke his name made him melt. And now it’s time to back off, Jon, he thought. He made an excuse to go talk to the other groomsmen and tried to shake off thoughts as he walked away.

Sansa

She hadn’t talked to Jon for the rest of the night. She noticed how he hardly looked at her even as they had their small conversation. But she felt drawn to him when they talked. She didn’t know what to make of it. But when the party ended and she walked back up to her room, she made a mental note to wear green more often around him.

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