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feedmecookiesnow · 4 years

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Just Like A Circus

Short fic based on @midnightwinterhawk‘s headcanon about Clint running SHIELD’s obstacle courses to Britney Spears. Thanks for the inspiration (and the excuse to listen to Britney all day)!

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Bucky decides to give up on sleep after waking up in a cold sweat from his third nightmare. He throws back the covers with more force than is really necessary and stares up at the ceiling. “JARVIS,” he says tentatively, still unused to talking to an unseeing, all-knowing entity. Or at least, one that actually talks back.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“What time is it?”

“It is 2AM.”

“Fuck.” Bucky rolls over and looks at the soft light of the city as it comes in through the window. He can still feel the pull of the nightmare, hear the whine of a bone saw, see the unbridled glee on Zola’s face as he detailed exactly what they were going to do to Bucky---

Bucky gets up, goes into the bathroom, and sticks his head under the faucet. The cold water is a shock to his system but it grounds him, wakes him up a little more. Helps chase away the lights and voices and pain that still echo in his head so many years in the future.

“You’re out,” he tells himself, looking up in the mirror. “You made it out.”

He looks like hell, honestly. There’s dark circles under his eyes, and a few days worth of stubble on his face, and his whole face just has a sunken, haunted look to it. Bucky turns his head away and flips the light off, then makes his way out into the dark of his room.

“I can’t sleep,” he says, not sure who exactly he’s talking to, or why he’s even saying it out loud. “I can’t---I don’t want to see that anymore.”

JARVIS makes a sympathetic sound, eerily human. Bucky’s not sure what to make of it. “If I may make a suggestion, Sergeant.”

“Yeah, what?”

“Agent Barton appears to be having the same issues as you are. He is currently running the obstacle course in the gym. I suspect he would appreciate the company.”

Bucky considers this. Clint’s a decent guy. Not as abrasive as Stark, not as clingy as Steve. Certainly not as scary as Natasha. Bucky likes him well enough. Could be worth checking out. The obstacle course part gives him pause, but he’s pretty sure it won’t be anything like Hydra’s used to be. He doubts Clint will be waiting at the end to punish him for any mistakes made.

Bucky looks at his bed, which promises more nightmares, and shudders. “Okay. I’ll go.”

He pulls on some clothes and pads down the hallway barefoot to the elevator. The gym is towards the bottom of the Tower, on the levels where the Avengers and SHIELD start to blend together. He punches the button and leans against the wall. “JARVIS, how long has he been down there?”

“Not long,” JARVIS says. “No more than an hour.”

Bucky nods and taps his fingers on the wall, curious as to what exactly drove Clint to go run an obstacle course at two in the morning.

Agent Barton appears to be having the same issues as you are.

He wonders briefly what Clint’s nightmares look like, if they’re as skin-crawling and horrible as his own, if they make him wake up screaming and---

The doors open into the gym, and he loses his train of thought.

The first thing he notes is the music, blasting loud enough to make him wince. It’s some kind of pop song, nothing he knows. Bucky shakes his head and moves away from the speakers, looking around to see where Clint is.

After a moment, he spots him, hanging upside down in the cargo net. There’s three knives in his right hand, a bow hooked over his right arm, and a quiver strapped to his back. As Bucky watches, he holds one of the knives up to his mouth. For one insane moment, Bucky thinks he’s going to stab himself, and he surges forward, arm already extended to climb---

But no. His mouth is moving, and his head is nodding along to the song, and after a second, Bucky realizes that he’s singing. Singing, and holding the knife hilt-up like it’s a microphone. He’s really into it, gesturing and waving his other arm to the point where he almost loses the bow.

Bucky stares at him incredulously. Clint finishes the song and launches all three knives at the same time, sending them tumbling across the room to lodge into the projected target on the wall. Then as the next song starts, he flips himself upright, detangles his legs from the cargo net, and starts climbing up. At the top of the net, he rolls onto the platform and nocks a couple arrows. He draws the bow back to his ear, then freezes as he finally notices Bucky.

They stare at each other, frozen in an awkward moment. Then Clint says something that Bucky can’t hear. Around them, silence descends as the music shuts off. Clint unstrings the bow and sticks the arrows back in the quiver. Then he slings the bow over his shoulder and jumps off the platform, easily catching a nearby cable and sliding down.

“Hey,” he says at the bottom, pulling the bow off his shoulder. “What’s up? Something going on?”

Bucky has a lot of questions about what’s going on, but when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, “I can’t sleep.”

Clint studies him for a moment, then says, “Nightmares again?”

Again?

Bucky stares at him. Clint shrugs. “I’ve heard you. You scream sometimes.” He gestures to the course. “Wanna run a couple laps? That usually helps me.”

“Is that why you’re here? Nightmares?”

“Yeah,” Clint says, honest and open. He shrugs. “You know about the New York battle, right? With Loki and the wormhole?”

“I know.” He’s gotten the story in bits and pieces, mostly from Tony, who he expects exaggerates a little bit. But he knows the gist of it. “Loki...he brainwashed you, right?”

Clint nods. “Weird magic shit. Nat knocked me out of it but every once in a blue moon I still get nightmares about it. So I come down here and run a couple laps with Britney. Helps me think. Or not think, really.”

Bucky rubs his forehead, sure he’s going to regret asking this. “Who’s Britney?”

“The music.” He points at the ceiling. “Britney Spears. I always start with Toxic, but then I let JARVIS pick after that. I think you came in around...” He stops. “Wait, how long were you in here?”

“You were singing,” Bucky says. “In the cargo net. With the knife.”

Clint doesn’t look embarrassed about this at all. “Ah, so you heard the end of Womanizer. Alright.”

Bucky is fairly sure that Clint is speaking English, but it’s not anything he understands. Clint sighs. “Really? No one’s introduced you to Britney Spears yet?” When Bucky shakes his head, he sighs again. “Alright. Let me educate you.”

“No, wait,” Bucky protests, because every time Clint says that, Bucky ends up being forced to do something that inevitably confuses him. The whole concept of modern pop culture is just not something that he grasps well.

Not that that ever deters Clint, though. “You’ll like it,” he says, which is what he always says. Sometimes he’s right, but Bucky’ll never admit it. “You liked that other playlist I made for you, right?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Well, Britney’s the queen of that list. She’s my go-to for running this thing.”

“Why?”

“Why not? High energy, good voice, sets a kicking beat.” He points at the course. “You should try it.”

Bucky looks over at the obstacle course. It doesn’t look too hard. Certainly not anything worse than Hydra ever had him do. “You first,” he says, eyeing some of the pieces he’s not sure about. “I haven’t seen this set-up.”

“Sure,” Clint says easily. He picks up a couple knives from the table nearby the door and restocks his quiver.

“How long does it take?” Bucky asks.

“Not long,” Clint says, adjusting one of his hearing aids. “A little under seven minutes for just the basic run through, give or take a few seconds. Depends on the songs.”

“Depends on the songs?”

“JARVIS,” he calls up. “Queue up...oh, let’s do 3 and then Circus for me, will you? And reset the course to basic.”

“Certainly, Agent Barton.” There’s some grinding as the floor shifts, and various obstacles unfold and refold themselves.

Clint grins at him and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Ready to watch the magic?”

Bucky makes some kind of helpless go on motion with his metal hand. Clint has this odd talent for knocking him off-balance at every turn, and at this point Bucky’s given up trying to understand him. He’s not entirely sure he wants to, anyway. There’s something inherently charming about the layers of oddness and mystery to Clint. He’s some kind of undefinable puzzle that both fascinates and annoys Bucky in equal measure.

“Sure,” he says, because Clint is apparently waiting for an answer. “I think.”

Clint picks up one of the knives and grips it in his hand, testing the heft of it. “Alright. Hit it, JARVIS.”

A woman’s voice fills the room, loud and...computerized, almost. Clint sings into the knife handle, perfectly in sync, other hand flipping up fingers in time with the words.

One, two, three

Not only you and me

Got one eighty degrees

And I'm caught in between

Bucky stares at him, vaguely aware that his mouth is hanging open. Clint finishes the opening of the song, winks, then backflips onto the raised platform behind him, throwing the knife at the same time. It lands on the target, and he moves on without missing a beat.

The course itself is relatively simple. Lots of climbing and jumping, rolling and ducking. Bucky has a very dim memory of doing something similar in basic training so many years ago. Except, in basic training, he’s pretty sure they weren’t allowed to dance while on the course.

And Clint is dancing. There’s no other word for it. He’s intently focused, never missing a step, but he’s also pretty clearly moving to the music, twisting his body and moving his feet in time with the song. It’s hypnotizing, in a way. Bucky can’t take his eyes off him as he darts around the course, effortlessly climbing obstacles and shooting arrows.

Six and a half minutes later, Clint lands in front of him. His feet touch the floor just as the last note of the second song plays. “Ta-da,” he says, breathing hard, and does an overly dramatic bow.

“Jesus,” Bucky says, because he doesn’t know what else to say. “That...”

“I know,” Clint says with a grin. “I’m amazing.”

“You’re something,” Bucky says, but Clint’s smile is infectious, and he can’t help but return it. “You know you’d be faster if you weren’t dancing.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.” He gestures to the course. “You wanna try? It really does help.”

Bucky turns to look. “I’m not dancing,” he says.

“We can work up to that.” He points to the weapons locker. “There’s guns over there, if you want to shoot the targets. Otherwise you can just ignore them.”

Bucky goes over and picks out a gun. “I suppose the music is required.”

“Of course.” Clint pulls a water bottle out from his bag and takes a drink. “Any preferences?”

“You’re the one who knows them. You can pick.”

Clint rubs his hands together. “Aw, yeah.”

Bucky has a distinct feeling he’s going to regret that, judging by the sudden gleeful look on Clint’s face, but he also kind of likes that look. So he just sighs and heads to the starting point. “I’m not singing, either.”

“We can work up to that too.” Clint looks up. “JARVIS, start him off with Toxic, as per tradition, and we’ll collaborate from there.”

“As you wish,” JARVIS says, polite as always. “Sergeant Barnes, are you ready?”

“Sure,” Bucky says, and he jumps up to the platform.

It is calming, he realizes as he moves through it. Despite the blaring music, and the adrenaline thrumming through him, he does feel significantly more relaxed by the time his feet land on the ground at the finish line. Or at least, less keyed up than he did a few minutes ago.

Clint is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He bursts into applause as soon as Bucky straightens up. “Good work.”

Bucky wipes the sweat off his head and catches the water bottle tossed at him. “Okay, you’re right. That helps.”

“Told you so.” Clint pats the ground next to him. “I used to get up and run, but once we all moved in here, I figured out this was better. More engaging. It’s hard to focus on nightmares when you’re trying to sing and shoot arrows and backflip off shit at the same time.”

“You don’t have to sing,” Bucky points out.

“Yes I do,” Clint says, looking scandalized at the very thought. “It’s Britney, bitch.”

Bucky snorts. “So which songs should I learn? Since you’re the expert and all.”

Clint’s eyes light up. “You serious?”

“Sure.” Bucky can’t really explain why, but he’s interested. Not necessarily in the music itself, but more in having another glimpse into the weird and wonderful mess that is Clint Barton.

“I’ll send you a playlist,” Clint promises. He reaches for his bag and pulls it over, then digs out his phone and starts swiping at it. “I’ll do it right now, I’ve already got one.”

“My phone’s upstairs,” Bucky says. “I’ll look at it later.” He tilts his head towards the course. “Want to race?”

“Definitely,” Clint says, engrossed in whatever he’s doing. He taps a couple more times, then drops the phone into his bag and gets up. “Sure you can keep up?”

“Pretty sure, twinkletoes,” Bucky says, holding out a hand.

Clint laughs as he pulls him up. “You’re on, old man.”

They run the course together three more times. Clint wins two of them---definitely by cheating, despite his protests otherwise. Bucky doesn’t really care, honestly. He can’t remember the last time he had this much fun doing anything, and watching Clint pull off some ridiculous acrobatic moves while singing along just makes it better.

After the third round, they both collapse on the floor. “Okay,” Clint says, wheezing a little. “Two out of three, I win, which means you’re buying the donuts.”

“I don’t remember anything about donuts,” Bucky says, rolling his head to look at him. “When did donuts ever enter this conversation?”

“Two seconds ago.” Clint looks at his watch. “It’s three-thirty, I know a shop that’ll be open.”

“Right now?”

“You got a better idea?”

“I was going to go shower,” Bucky says. “And then maybe try to sleep.”

Clint waves a hand. “Sleep is for the weak. Come get donuts with me.” He looks at his sweat-soaked shirt, and then says, “We can shower first.”

Bucky means to turn him down, honestly. He’s tired, and he thinks he might be able to sleep without nightmares for a bit. But when he opens his mouth, what comes out is, “Okay.”

“Yay,” Clint says, rolling up to his feet. He offers a hand down, and Bucky takes it. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in an hour?”

“Sure.” Bucky tosses him his bag, and they both head to the elevator.

They get off at their respective floors. Bucky immediately goes for his bathroom. “JARVIS,” he says as he strips off his clothes. “Can you play the...whatever he sent me?”

“Certainly, Sergeant Barnes,” JARVIS replies, which is how Bucky ends up showering to the dulcet tones of Britney Spears. He’s still not entirely sure what to think of her music, but he can’t deny that they’re catchy songs. He’s still humming one of them when he goes into the kitchen, and finds Clint already perched on the counter, drinking coffee and drumming his heels against the cabinets.

Natasha is there too, and she raises an eyebrow as Bucky walks in. “Oh, no.”

Bucky stops humming. “What?”

She looks at Clint. “Are you making him listen to Britney Spears?”

“Hey,” Clint protests. “She’s fabulous. Don’t hate.”

“She is kind of catchy,” Bucky admits, noting the way Clint smiles.

Natasha rolls her eyes.“I will never understand your thing with her,” she says, dropping her own coffee mug in the sink.

“Your judgement is unnecessary and unwelcome,” Clint tells her.

She blows him a kiss before leaving the kitchen. “Let me know if you want good music,” she says to Bucky. “I have some songs you’d probably like.”

“Rude,” Clint calls after her, then turns his attention to Bucky. “Donuts and coffee?”

“You’re drinking coffee,” Bucky points out.

He slams the rest of it back like a shot and sets the purple mug on the counter “Your point?”

Bucky shakes his head. “You’re so goddamn weird, you know that?”

Clint throws his arms out wide. “There’s two types of people in the world, Barnes. The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe.”

“And you’re a put-on-a-show kind of girl?”

He can see the exact moment when Clint registers what he said, because Bucky’s just about blinded by the brilliant smile that follows. “Exactly,” Clint says, and he hops off the counter. Bucky can’t help but smile back. “Come on, then. I’m calling the shots, and I say it’s time for donuts.”

“I’m in,” Bucky says, and he follows Clint out the door.

#winterhawk #cookiewrites #fanfic #marvel fanfic #clint barton #bucky barnes

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empathy-lynx · 4 years

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The Battle of the Labyrinth Timeline (SPOILERS) -Made by Yours Truly-

2008 (Year 3 in Riordanverse)

January

• 28th - Nico turns 11 (not stated in book)

June [BOTL Begins]

• 2nd (Monday morning, first week of June) - Goode HS orientation; Percy remeets Rachel and they're attacked by Kelli and Tammi the empousai; they escape and run into Annabeth, she gets jealous, and her and Percy head to camp; Percy meets Quintus and Mrs O'Leary; Percy gets ride from Chiron to Grover's Council of Cloven Elders meeting; Grover has a week left to find Pan or they'll take his searcher's license; Percy goes to his cabin, finds Tyson there, and catches up with him; at dinner Percy tells Tyson about Nico; about midnight = Percy gets first Iris-message of Nico: him sitting on the banks of the River Styx by a fire talking to a ghost

• 3rd - at breakfast Annabeth, Percy, and Grover discuss Labyrinth; after dinner = Percabeth is teamed up for war games; they fight 3 scorpions and find entrance to labyrinth; Percy has first dream of Daedalus and his son: he sees the son first, as a young boy, then Daedalus gets thrown into the room all beaten up by guards and he sees king Minos

• 4th - war council discusses labyrinth entrance; Annabeth visits the Oracle; Percy goes to check on her but sees Chris and Clarisse in basement; Annabeth returns with prophecy and chooses 3 companions (Percy, Grover, and Tyson) instead of 2 to go with her; Percy checks on Annabeth in her cabin and Annabeth kinda breaks down and gets a hug from him; night = Percy has dream vision of Luke on the Andromeda talking with Kronos, found out there's a spy at camp, and Kelli the empousa came in and sensed him; then Percy woke up in the middle of the night and has second Iris message of Nico who summoned and talked Theseus; Nico gets upset and the powerfulness breaks Percy's water basin

• June 5th: they enter the labyrinth

• in maze - they encounter Janus, then Hera

• out of maze - they stumbled/tunnel into Alcatraz and meet Briares and encounter/fight/escape from Kampê

• in maze - they camp for the "night"; Percy has second dream/vision of Daedalus with him attaching wings to him and his son and escaping and Icarus falling toward the Sea; once they wake up they come across a cattle guard leading out

• 12th (out of maze) - meet Eurytion and Orthus (two-headed dog); Eurytion takes them "to see the boss"; they meet Geryon and Nicois there; everyone gets a tour; Percy cleans the stables; Percy fights and defeats Geryon; after dark = they summon Bianca and she tells Nico to stop blaming Percy and let go of his hate; they stay the night at the ranch; night = Percy has dream of Luke on Mount Tam, then of Daedalus and his nephew Perdix; Percy wakes up at 2am and Grover tells him it's the 13th and that his deadline for finding Pan is already up

• 13th - they go back into maze following the spider towards Hephaestus' forge

• in maze - they encounter/escape from the Sphinx; they meet Hephaestus and he makes a deal with them: if they go and see who/what is using his forge at Mount St Helens, then he'll tell them how to get to Daedalus; as they head towards Mount St Helens, they pass a side tunnel that Grover is sure leads to Pan, so Grover and Tyson split off from Percy and Annabeth; the two of them get to the forge; they encounter/fight Telkhines; Annabeth escapes with invisibility and Percy makes the volcano explode and blacks out

• on Ogygia - Percy meets Calypso; he helps her plant moonlace; he stays a bit and gets his strength back up; he learns about why Calypso is on the island; Hephaestus visits and shows him the damage he did and told him how to find Daedalus (that he already had the means to do so); Percy finds out about Calypso's curse of being sent a companion who can never stay; at daybreak he leave the island

[The day Percy got back from Ogygia was a Friday (the day after when they go into the city it says it's a Saturday, pg 242). He was gone from the real world for two weeks. After they went back into the Labyrinth from Triple G Ranch on the 13th, by my best estimation, they were in the Labyrinth for a few hours Labyrinth time (no more than a day real time). From there, the Friday two weeks later is June 27th.]

• June 27th - Percy gets back to CHB and finds out he's been gone for 2 weeks; Chiron tells Percy Quintus disappeared 3 nights ago; night = Percy has dream of Minos and him getting killed by the king's 3 daughters who were hiding Daedalus; then he dreamt of Luke and his army traveling through the maze (no string)

• June 28th - Percy and Annabeth go into the city to visit Percy's mom; Percy calls Rachel; they meet up with her and enter the maze

• in maze - they get caught and led to an arena; they meet Antaeus, son of Poseidon; Percy fights Ethan Nakamura; Percy fights and defeats Antaeus; Mrs O'Leary comes to the rescue as a distraction as Percy, Annabeth, Rachel, and Ethan escape; Ethan goes off on his own; they make camp and sleep; Percy has a dream that Kronos shows him a vision of Tyson and Grover being in trouble; they wake up, go further into the maze, and arrive at Daedalus' workshop; they find out Quintus is Daedalus; he tells them Luke already has the string; Kelli the empousa and Minos burst in with 2 laistrygonians and Nico in chains; Nico said he was tricked into going back in the maze by Minos saying Percy, Annabeth, Tyson, and Grover were in danger; a fight breaks out; when Minos says that he is the ghost king, Nico says "No, I am." then the ground swallows up Minos and the rest of the spirits that were gathering; Annabeth kills Kelli as Kelli is on top of Percy about to kill him; Nico, Percy, Annabeth, and Rachel escape using the metal wings and leave Daedalus and Mrs O'Leary behind

• out of maze - they fly over Colorado Springs and quickly land; Rachel "suspiciously" gets a luxury ride into town so they can search for an entrance into the maze; they find one through an abandoned mine shaft

• in maze - as they're walking they pass a side tunnel that leads to Mount Tamalpais; Annabeth gives her invisibility cap to Percy and he goes to investigate

• out of maze - he hears/sees Ethan Nakamura with some Telkhines unwrapping something; once it's uncovered Percy realizes it's Kronos' scythe and runs away from is fast as he can; Percy comes into the room that holds Kronos' sarcophagus, approaches it, pushes back the lid, and finds Luke inside looking "very, very dead"; Ethan pledges his allegiance and Kronos rises; when he's about to attack Percy, Rachel "hit the Lord of the Titan's in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush"; they run away back into the maze; Nico makes a solid black wall come out of the ground so that they can't follow

• in maze - they run until they can't anymore and come into a cave; as they're about to head to New York, they find Grover's cap on the ground and his and Tyson's footprints leading deeper into the cave; they get reunited with Grover and Tyson and go through a sort of archway that they can feel a strong presence; they find Pan laying in a bed with various extinct animals: Dede the dodo bird, cross between a tiger and a wolf, a huge rodent "like the mother of all guinea pigs," and a wooly mammoth; Pan tells them that he is fading/dying and gives each of the (except Nico) a blessing of sorts to carry on his legacy/the Wild; Pan gives final blessing and dies

• June 30th (out of maze) - they come out in Times Square; all but Rachel fly to camp on Blackjack and his Pegasi buddies; they prep for battle and not too long after all Hades breaks loose; Percy sees one of Dionysus' kids gets stabbed in the arm and knocked out; Nico summons undead warriors in order to keep monsters from invading Camp; Percy kills a hellhound and helps Grover and Juniper put out a tree fire; Kampê makes her entrance; Percy runs toward her with Annabeth alongside him: "This might be it." / "Could be." / "Nice fighting with you Seaweed Brain." / "Ditto"; Mrs O'Leary saves Percy and Annabeth from Kampê and her and Daedalus and Briares join the fight; Grover screams/makes a horrific sound and all the enemies flee back into the maze; Daedalus' apologizes for his previous actions and gives Annabeth one of his laptops he salvaged from the fire; Nico decides not to use Daedalus' soul to bring Bianca back and helps release his spirit; "That night was the first time I actually saw camp burial shrouds used on bodies, and it was not something I wanted to see again."; among the dead, Lee Fletcher (Apollo) and Castor (Dionysus)

July

• July 1st - they treated the wounded, which was basically everyone, and repaired damage; noon = Council of Cloven Elders meeting; Grover's noise = a gift from Pan: panic; Mr D steps in and supports/defends Grover, so that he doesn't get exiled; afternoon = Percy goes to beach where Tyson and Briares are and they say goodbye to Briares who's going to the forces and Tyson is staying at camp with Percy; after dinner = Nico went into woods, Percy followed, and Nico says he is leaving to find answers about his past… and something else ..; Percy gives him the Hades Mythomagic figurine and tells him maybe it's okay to still be a kid once in a while; after Nico leaves Mr D appears and walks with Percy back to campfire; Percy sees that Mr D cured Chris of madness: "You cured him?" / "Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple." / "But...you did something nice. Why?" / I am nice! I simply ooze niceness, Perry Johnson. Haven't you noticed?"; then he gets serious and tells Percy sometimes small things can become very large indeed

• 4th - fireworks on the beach

• 12th - Annabeth turns 15 (not stated in book)

August

• 16th (last day of camp) - 10am = Percy stood on half-blood hill; him and Annabeth talk briefly and he finds out the last line of her prophecy: "and lose a love to worse than death"; Hera appears and says that her quest was a success, and points out ways she helped, and that the ones who died are better off dead and that Nico was right that no one wanted him around, then said she would welcome a sacrifice for her efforts [and so the hatred for Hera begins]; Annabeth says that Hera is the one who doesn't belong, then Hera says, "You will regret this insult, Annabeth. You will regret this very much." then she leaves

• 18th - Percy turns 15; his mom threw a small party, and Paul and Tyson were there; Tyson and Sally blew up balloons while Paul asked Percy to help him in the kitchen; Paul guesses he had a rough summer, lost someone important, and was having girl trouble; then Paul asked Percy's permission to propose to Sally and Percy approves; a bit later, Poseidon shows up and gets to meet Paul, then talks to Percy privately; Percy tells him what happened over the summer, and Poseidon tells him of the trouble he's been having with the old sea gods; Poseidon gives him a sand dollar; Percy asks about Antaeus, and Poseidon tells him that he is his favorite son; then he tells him that the incident on Mount St Helens caused Typhon to stir, and that in a few months, or a year at best, he will escape his prison; then Poseidon leaves; the rest of them eat cake and play games, then Percy goes to his room with another slice of blue birthday cake; Percy finds the moonlace flower in his pocket and plants it outside his apartment window; then Nico appears out of nowhere; he tells him that he has an offer for Percy, a way to beat Luke, and Percy invites him in for cake and ice cream while they discuss the plans Nico has

[BOTL ENDS]

September

• at some point - Percy starts 9th grade

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BOTL Prophecy

You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze,

The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise.

You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand,

The Child of Athena's final stand.

Destroy with a hero's final breath,

And lose a love to worse than death.

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The Lightning Thief Timeline

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The Titan’s Curse Timeline

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asherjhemmings · 4 years

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( MATTHEW DADDARIO + CISMALE ) — Have you seen ASHER HEMMINGS ? This TWENTY-EIGHT year old is a MUSIC PRODUCER who resides in BROOKLYN. HE has been living in NYC for TEN YEARS, and is known to be OUTGOING and ALLURING, but can also be ARROGANT and SELF SERVING, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with SCATTERED SHEET MUSIC ON A MARBLE FLOOR and GOLDEN BAR CARTS LITTERED WITH EXPENSIVE LIQUOR. — ( haley, 21, she/her, triggers: eating disorders & self harm, est )

hello all !! i’m haley and i’ve been roleplaying since i was like eleven but i just came back to tumblr rp a year ago and that just so happened to be with my baby asher, so happy anniversary to him being a muse <3

i’ve boiled his bio down into some bullet points because it used to be so fuckin long and i’m sure nobody read it so here it is condensed into just the basics

basics:

name: asher julien hemmings

nicknames: ash, aj

age: 28

hometown: cambridge, ma

currently living: brooklyn, ny

education: high school diploma, degree in music production from nyu

birthday: april 13th

zodiac: aries

sexual orientation: bisexual

tattoos: ** doesn’t have a neck tattoo like alec in shadow hunters lol but he has mad tattoos, two full sleeves

aesthetic: pinterest

before nyc (tw: alcoholism, abuse, prison)

asher was what some holier than would call a miracle or what other would more harshly call an accidental pregnancy.

his father owned a low-life club in the city, known for mistreating employees and sneaky business behind the scene. some speculated that the operation of the club was to simple launder drug money, however that is a far different story.

his mother began working at the club around her twenty-seventh birthday and took on a position as an exotic dancer. she never quite had a set career path, often working odd jobs until it lead her to the intimidating world of stripping.

asher’s father took a liking to her, in the same way he took a liking to most females that got hired at the establishment whether it be a guest or an employee. however, unlike the other, he got her pregnant.

their relationship was toxic from the beginning. seeing as the relationship was forced for the sake of their child, they didn’t get along great. cops were constantly called to their apartment during 2am screaming matches, a lot of nights spent with one of them on the couch. but it wasn’t bad enough for one of them to leave, but it wasn’t good enough for one of them to say i love you.

asher was born on a rainy day in the spring and came into the world with a smile on his face. the nurses even joked he looked like a young frank sinatra with the way he slyly smirked.

but the smile didn’t always stay on his face. as he grew up, he saw the repercussions of staying with someone out of convenience rather than love. while his mother fell in love with him and hand crafted her maternal instincts to excellency, his father developed a love for whisky and coming home late from work.

despite what they once thought, a child didn’t fix things. in his father’s worsening condition, he began to get violent. it started off aggressively verbal until it matured into a far more physical act. at first it was just asher’s mother taking the brunt of the abuse. but as asher began to get older, it wasn’t uncommon for him to a victim on the lashing too.

it wasn’t until child protective services got involved after asher in seventh grade came to school with bruises that anyone was even aware of what he was enduring. asher’s father was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for domestic abuse & parental negligence.

the abuse had made asher timid moreso than it made him aggressive. so when he and his mother moved in with his grandparents, he was hesitant around his grandfather at first. his grandfather tried to form a relationship with him doing everything from playing board games to watching television or going mini-golfing. nothing seemed to be able to break through asher’s timid exterior.

this was until one day his grandfather caught him plucking at the keys on their grand piano and offered to teach a young asher how to play. music was the first thing they truly bonded over and within a year, asher was playing better than most people can in a lifetime.

once moving in with his grandparents, his mother wasn’t around much. she was always with her latest boyfriend or with her friends. asher didn’t mind though, he enjoyed cooking with his grandmother or strumming a guitar with his grandfather.

in high school, asher became a punk. he strived in all social groups due to his charisma. he excelled with the music kids, got in with the burnouts, even was cool enough to hang around with the popular kids. teachers loved him despite not being the best student. it was impossible to hate him.

his music teacher wrote him his letter of recommendation to study at nyu. he never saw himself going to college but he was excited to reinvent himself.

in nyc (tw: alcoholism)

during his years at nyu, asher began to reinvent himself. he was no long timid or the least bit shy. he was suave and slick, getting along with almost everyone he came into contact with.

unfortunately when some many people love you, after a while, it begins to get to your head. it was no surprise to people when asher began to get arrogant and cocky about his musical abilities. but one thing he had to fake confidence with was who he was as a person.

asher didn’t like himself, hence why new york was such a turning point for him. deep down, he believed he didn’t deserve love or his success. but when he started getting praise for his music producing abilites all of that changed.

classmates were intimidated by him and professors were undoubtedly impressed with the way in which he could perfect a beat or make a hit simply experimenting. asher liked the attention, lived for the applause he’d get at the end of a presentation. the love others had for him inflated his ego but also drove him to success.

after graduating at twenty-two, asher moved to an apartment in brooklyn and immediately began interning at a record label. he didn’t necessarily like what he was doing, truly believing that he was too good to be there most days.

but even as an intern he excelled and at the age of twenty-five, he bought his own music production company that houses over twenty studio spaces for artists to record.

in three years, not much has changed. except his bank account has quadrupled, he’s moved from a shoebox to a villa.. oh, and he’s developed a bit of a drinking problem.

drinking started off a social thing for asher. a few beers at a college party here and there seemed to be the beginning of it. then it was shots, and then getting black out at parties and not remembering much of anything. being surrounded by famous artists in his career only made this habit worse. he was drinking to wake up in the morning, in the studio, before bed and repeat.

nobody knows much about his blossoming alcoholism but it’s quickly beginning to fester and consume him. but he’s pretty good at hiding behind the tortured artist facade.

personality:

asher is the epitome of smiling and rolling your eyes in the same instance. he’s charming and goofy in the same line and doesn’t miss a beat.

super flirty. will flirt w u. and ur friend. and ur friend’s significant other. that’s just how he is.

loves verbal sparring, the certified king of it

why is he always smoking a cigarette? nobody knows

can be an asshole, will most likely get you to yell at him and then laugh and tell you that you’re the one being ridiculous

Indecisive af

a ride or die for his friends, literally would kill for a buddy

wanted connections:

ex girlfriend or boyfriend: asher’s been in nyc for ten years so he’s definitely tried to get serious ab someone by now. their relationship was for sure super toxic. let’s plot.

college roommate: someone who went to nyu and has watched asher’s success absolutely blow up. someone who pulled him drunk out of parties and threw him their dorm’s cold shower. give me disappointed friends vibes or a strained relationship !! anything !!

half-brother: as far as asher knows, he’s an only child. his father was an alcoholic who often had affairs with the girls who worked at his clubs in boston or were in the city on business. it is no surprise that something came from his late night rendezvous. asher’s not the warmest person, especially when it comes to his negligent father. will anything come of the brothers sharing the city streets? or will they simply turn a cold shoulder to one another?

assistant: asher is a famous music producer with his own recording studio in manhattan. he and his personal assistant spend a lot of time together. this connection is pretty open ended so asher could be their mentor if they’re musically inclined but they could also be confidants, best friends, frenemies, potential love interest, fwb, up to you!!

ride or die: this man needs to have some friends who put him in his place plz, he’s a whole ass disaster

music friends: self explanatory

fwb/ex-flings: this man is so flirty if he hasn’t messed around w u he’s messed around w someone u know. give me angst. give me missed connections. give me unrequited. give me friendzone. give me anything.

#about #codintro

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justanotherfanfic · 5 years

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Next to Me

summary: a mission goes unexpected so the team tries to live with the consequences but the reader is not able to move on

warnings: suicide attempt, anxiety, panic attacks, depression

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 2.6k+

a/n: i finished this at almost 2am and i am distraught after writing this... i’m sorry!

YOU THOUGHT THAT that joining the Avengers would be the best thing that could ever happen to you. Fighting side-by-side with your role models and best friend. You remember being on cloud nine when Tony Stark asked you to join the team. Being able to use your powers and abilities to change the world at your young age made you hopeful. It was everything you ever dreamed of and more. It really turned out to be sensational when you met Peter and began to get close. Eventually, you started catching feelings but you never told anyone. Of course, the team knew about it except for Peter himself. The team started to become your family and it helped you become one of the greatest young superhero SHIELD and The Avengers have seen.

The blissful cloud you were floating on suddenly disappeared. You were falling. It all happened so fast, your dreams and hopes came crashing down after that night. It wasn't supposed to end that way. Tears, screams, and agony. You were traumatized from that mission. You never wanted any of this to happen, you never expected it. Peter Parker, the love of your life. The one you hoped to spend the rest of your life with was gone. The team had not taken a loss before. You never experienced death before.

You remember your scream echoing in the warehouse after the gunshot rang in your ear. Blood. So much blood. Your knees hit the pavement as you pulled him into your arms. You cried into the sky as his limp body was pressed against your chest. The Hydra agent stared down at you. You were supposed to be next. Your tears burned through your eyes as your hands shook harshly. You didn't care about survival. You'd rather die than live a life without Peter. You stared at the man with a glare as his gun was pressed against your forehead. You closed your eyes waiting for death.

It never came.

Tony managed to kill the agent before the trigger was pulled. You were heartbroken. You needed that bullet piercing your skull. The same way it did to Peter. You stared down at Peter's face, looking at his peaceful state. You never got to tell him. You never told him how much he changed your life. How much you loved him as more than a friend. You will never be able to see his smile. You will never be able to hear his jokes, the ones that made your stomach hurt so much you thought you would pass out. You would never see how his eyes brightened up whenever Mr. Stark entered the room. You will never see him again. That night changed you forever.

It's been three months since the incident. Three months since his funeral. Three months since you saw a hysterical Aunt May. You haven't spoken since that night. You refused to. You owed it to Peter. He can't speak anymore, he's dead.

Everyone told you, "Let it go [Y/N]. Don't put the burden on yourself."

"There was nothing you can do."

"That's how life goes, you need to accept it."

"Hold on [Y/N], everything will fall into place eventually."

I'm holding on. Why is everything so heavy? I'm holding on to so much more than I can carry.

You locked yourself in your room in the tower every day since that night. You always contemplated your life, how you failed Peter. You let him die. It was all your fault. Your depression got worse as time went on. You couldn't accept the fact that he was gone. Tony came into your room every day. He hated seeing you this way. He lost Peter, he didn't want to lose you too. Seeing you change dramatically was an emotional struggle for everyone. They knew your depression was getting worse as time past. Unfortunately, they didn't expect you to do what you did that night. Everything changed when Tony walked into your room for his daily visit only to see you standing on the railing of your balcony.

He immediately screamed your name in fear and yanked you from the edge before you were able to make the commitment. His body shook on the balcony floor as he pulled you close into your chest. You and Peter were his kids, whether it was said or not. He was distraught. It was too much pain to handle for someone your age. He blamed himself, you were too young for this much pain.

The team was quick to your room after hearing Tony shout. Their hearts dropped once they understood what had happened. Seeing your emotionless expression as a sobbing Tony was holding you into his chest made their grief grow more.

After that night someone was always with you in your room. Whether it was Tony, Steve, Wanda, Clint, Natasha, Vision, Bucky, or Sam. Someone was always with you. The team took turns at every hour of the day or night. They were terrified of losing you. You never spoke to any of them. They expected it. They only wanted you safe.

It was the time when Steve would watch you when he never showed up. You didn't really think much of it. Thinking he was probably late because he was making you some soup again. It was when Tony's time was starting to get closer when you finally decided to sit up. You walked towards the glass doors of your balcony to see the night view of New York. It was hard to see with the wooden planks boarding up about 80% of the doors to prevent another incident. You were about to go back to bed when you heard faint gunshots down the hallway.

Your heart started racing as your anxiety started picking up. Visions of that night started clouding your mind. You covered your ears as you closed your eyes. Where is Steve? You thought. Whenever you had a panic attack someone was there for you, comforting you as you cried into their chest.

The gunshots started to get closer making you panic even more. You whimpered as you ran to the corner of your room. You fell to the floor as your body faced the door. You tucked your knees up and put more pressure onto your ears, hoping it would silence the noise. You shoved your face into your knees wanting it all to go away.

"Peter no!" You shouted as the gunshot went off. Your screech echoed around the area as you saw his body fall to the ground.

So much blood. I'm drowning in this thick, hot red liquid. I'm gagging on it. It's too much.

A hand shook your body making you cry out in fear. They lifted your face up so they can see you.

"Tony!" You cried as you threw yourself to him. It was the first word you said since the incident. His heart warmed up after hearing your voice. It's been so long.

"Sweetheart we have to leave," Tony spoke as he tried to lift you up. You looked at him confused yet scared. "Hydra is back, they came to get SHIELD files. The team is trying to fight them off right now."

You started feeling your heart pounding again. You closed your eyes and tried to relax just like how Tony taught you.

"[Y/N] we need you." Tony finished.

You looked at him as his hands were still holding your forearms, making sure you wouldn't fall over from your panic attack. Your breathing slowed down as your hands started to glow. You stared into his eyes as you nodded. He gave you a gentle smile and led you out the door and straight into the fight.

The plan was going well. The team all came together to make sure Hydra couldn't get a hold of important SHIELD files. You struggled to keep your mind straight as your mind kept flashing back to that night.

Blood. So much blood.

"[Y/N] I need you to focus," Tony's voice was in your ear comm. "I know this is hard, do it for Peter."

Your lips trembled as your emotions started to overwhelm you. Your mind went to Peter and all the memories you both shared. Movie nights at the tower, making cupcakes for the team, talking late into the night in each other's rooms about your futures and secrets, being each other's shoulders to cry on. It all came flooding your mind causing you to overcome your powers. You felt your eyes glow up as you looked over at the group of Hydra agents charging at you. You yelled in anger as you started taking them down. All the rage that you pushed down had escaped you. You used your powers to knock out the enemies and leave the others crying in fear.

It all changed though. You were the one closest to Wanda. She didn't notice this; she was too distracted. She happened to use her deadliest energy to dispose of the remaining enemies that came near her. The moment the energy left her body you widened your eyes, "Wanda no! I-" You screamed until the impact hit you. The impact was so strong it forced you to fling back and hit the wall behind you. The impact immediately knocked you out, leaving your body limp.

Tony widened his eyes and shouted for you as he blasted more agents away. Bucky was the first to you. He put his finger against your neck and tried finding a pulse.

"She's alive!" Bucky announced in the comms.

Wanda felt her eyes starting to water, "No no no! Someone call Bruce! She needs immediate medical attention."

The team managed to defeat Hydra and was quick to your side in the infirmary. Bruce concluded that you were in a coma but couldn't get out of it, "The energy that Wanda used is suppressing her in the coma, there's no way out,"

Wanda shook her head, "It's all my fault. I only use this side of my energy for my enemies."

Clint put a hand on her shoulder, "You didn't know she was there, it's fine."

"She'll wake up eventually," Steve nodded as he looked over at a distraught Tony. Tony was holding onto your hand as his face was on your arm. Steve knew Tony was blaming himself again.

"That's the thing," Wanda cried out. "She is dying. My powers are tricking her into killing herself, consciously."

Everyone immediately looked at Wanda.

"What?" Tony questioned.

"I-I don't know. I just know that a memory persuades them into death." Wanda closed her eyes as she sobbed. "We need to get her out. We need to get into her mind."

The team stared at one another, pondering what to do. They knew they must bring you back. They had to save you. Whatever it takes.

A bright white light suddenly overwhelmed your vision. You covered your eyes as you tried to slowly adjust yourself to the environment. You were perplexed to find out you weren't at the tower anymore. You were alone, only surrounded by a white hue.

"Hello?" Your voice echoed.

"[N/N]," Your body froze at the voice. It can't be. You turned around only confirm your denial. You felt tears in your eyes as you saw Peter smiling at you, "Peter Parker..."

He smirked at the comment, "Still loving my last name huh?"

You cried as you threw yourself onto him. You hugged him tightly as if it would piece everything back together again, "I love you, Peter Parker."

"I love you [Y/N] [L/N]," He whispered back with a bright smile.

"[Y/N]!" A voice shouted behind you.

You turn, your tears still welling up in your eyes and a slight smile on your face. You were faced with Tony and Wanda. Their eyes were desperate. Your smile dropped at the foreign energy.

"What are you guys doing here?" You questioned as you moved into Peter. Peter's arm wrapped your arm around your shoulders protectively.

"Mr. Stark," Peter spoke. "Please don't take [Y/N] away from me. Not again."

Tony felt a sting in his chest seeing his adoptive son there. It hurt him, even more, knowing this was all a hallucination in your mind. It felt real but it wasn't, Tony knew that but you didn't.

"[Y/N] let's go before they take you away from me," Peter whispered to you as he tried to lead you to a door with a bright light shining out from it. You grabbed his hand and started walking with him, your back facing Tony and Wanda.

"[Y/N] don't go with him!" Wanda shouted.

You felt tears fall down as you turned back at them, "Why not?"

"If you go with him you die," Tony cried out.

"You're taking me away from Peter..." You whispered. You hugged him as tight as you could. You looked back up at them, they stared at you with pain. They knew the pain you were going through, you never got over Peter's death so this was the toughest thing you've ever faced.

"Sweetheart," Tony spoke as he slowly started walking to the both of you. "This isn't real."

You became angry, "Yes it is! Peter is right here! Don't take me from him!"

Tony wiped his tears and cleared his throat, "I need you to focus. Remember what I taught you? Let's count to ten." Tony started counting as you listened.

You shook your head before he got to finish, "No. I need to go with Peter. We'll be together forever."

"[Y/N] you're going to die," Wanda pleaded.

You looked at Wanda then back at Tony. He looked miserable. His hand reached out to you in hopes you'd take it. You stared at it as Peter pulled you closer into his chest. You felt at home. You felt as if you were back on the cloud that you fell from all those months ago. You needed this.

You also knew that everyone needed you. You knew that if you left with Peter then the team would be devastated. You felt selfish. You then realized that Peter would not have wanted any of this pain to happen. He would have wanted everyone to be happy and live their best lives for him. You felt your lips tremble as you looked up at Peter. He was gone, this isn't the real Peter.

You looked back at Tony. Your mentor, no, your dad. You slowly reached over and grabbed his hand. You released yourself from Peter and went into Tony's embrace. He embraced you as you dug your face into his neck. You didn't look back at the fake Peter, you knew you would be heartbroken. You both continued to hold each other as Wanda used her powers to bring you all back into reality.

Your eyes shot open as you sat up quickly. You panted as you looked around the room. Tony and Wanda were unconsciously strapped into wires on a machine. Natasha gasped at you being awake and called everyone over. It wasn't long before Tony and Wanda woke up. Bruce and Clint were by their sides and lead them over to you and the team.

You looked at them all with a smile and tears in your eyes. The love they had for you and each other was overwhelming. It was the good kind. You were thankful for them. You knew that even though Peter wasn't with you all, he will always be a part of you. You all had a group hug and showed each other more about being a family and loving one another. You thanked Peter in your head, you thanked him for helping you gain a family who you love unconditionally.

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fight-me-wyatt · 6 years

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Wyatt Oleff ~ Coffee Stains

Request/Prompt: "Hellooo since you are taking request's can you do a fluffy Wyatt x reader imagine?ily💝💝💘🎈" from @nctzenaf on Tumblr.

Ship: Wyatt Oleff x fem!reader

Summary: Wyatt accidentally bumps into the reader on the street, spilling coffee all over her. They part ways not expecting to see each other again, until the reader goes to her favourite cafe and gets coffee spilt over her again... by the same handsome stranger.

Type: fluff... not super fluffy though, sorry x

Warning: Only warning is swearing

Word count: 4538 (including A/Ns) I swear these are getting longer and longer. Let me know if you want them shorter!

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! Oh, and an update on me doing ships, I've decided to split them up with imagines in between, so no, they aren't closed, but it'll just take a long time to do them all! Hope this is okay!

Gif credit to @beep-beep-reddie

Y/N POV

8:14am. I was already late.

To make matters worse, I hadn't had my morning coffee yet, so I was tired and ready to snap.

I walked briskly down the reasonably busy sidewalk. The Autumn air was crisp and sharp, a slight wind blowing against my cool face. I had a loose scarf around my neck to fight off the cold and look stylish while doing it.

I checked my watch again, only to find that time hadn't unwound for me. I was still late.

My sister had been out late last night and had woken me up multiple times during the night, calling me every hour. And she wasn't quiet coming back home either. It was 2am when she crashed through the door, waking me from the short doze I had since the last time she disturbed me. I had decided to help her get into bed, so that it was faster and quieter, giving me more time to sleep. That didn't work in with her plans though. It took an hour and a half to get her ready for bed, and another hour to get her to finally fall asleep. Falling back into bed at 4:30am, I was knackered. I was so tired that when my alarm started blaring at 7am, I slept through it. It wasn't until 7:55am when my sister woke me, complaining about the screaming alarm clock and her pounding headache.

I had jumped out of bed, chucked on clothes, deodorant and shoes, grabbed my purse that contained my work badge, my money and house keys, and rushed out the door.

I worked at a cute bookstore which i had visited so often that they offered me a job. It was the perfect holiday job while school was out. I started at 8am and worked until closing time at 6pm. I did this Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, although it would vary.

Except it was a Monday, past 8am, and I wasn't at work. Because I was getting later by the second.

I looked down at my watch once again, as if this would slow time down.

All it did was slow me down. Even further.

Because I wasn't looking where I was going for approximately 7 seconds, I slammed into someone going in the opposite direction.

I got soaked with hot liquid that had spilt from the other persons takeaway cup. Well, at least I got my coffee.

I let out a sound of disgust, stumbling backwards. The other person caught me by the arms, preventing my fall. I looked up, about to give them an earful about watching where they were going when I saw who had hit me.

He looked like he was around my age, tall, and super handsome. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes stared down at me with concern, he had an apologetic smile on, giving him a dimple on his left cheek, and his brown hair was adorably curly. I promptly closed my mouth.

"I am so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! Lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?? Did I hurt you? Oh god, I spilt coffee all over you! I am incredibly sorry. Shit, did it burn you?" He searched my face with concern, biting his lip.

I managed a smile and shook my head.

"No no, it's fine! I wasn't looking either, checking my watch, I was. I’m okay, are you? Don't worry about the coffee, I hadn't had my morning one anyways! It's mostly on my clothes so it doesn't burn. I would buy you a new one since I'm wearing all of yours, but I'm actually in a rush. I'm late to work, you see..." I talked fast, annoyed that I would have to cut the conversation off short.

His eyes widened and he went into another round of apologies.

"Oh, jeez, you're late! I am so sorry! I've made you even later. Don't worry about me, just go! I'm so sorry about this!"

I shook my head, smiling.

"Nah, it's okay. It's not your fault, but I really have to be going. Sorry about your coffee!" I waved goodbye and hurried off.

He nodded and waved goodbye to me.

"Goodbye! Have a nice day at work! Sorry, again" he called after me.

After I had arrived at work at 8:28am, explained to my boss why I was late, showing him my coffee soaked clothes as proof, and started shelfing books, I realised I was incredibly fortunate to have been running late, for if I hadn't been, I never would have run into the cute stranger who spilt coffee over me.

The thought of his eyes and his smile made my day a lot brighter, despite the horrible start. All day, I thought about him and how we would probably never meet again, much to my sadness.

Every time the bell would ring, signalling a customer entering the shop, I looked up hopefully, wondering if, by some miracle, he'd found where I worked and come to see me. Of course, it was never him that walked through the door. It was obsessive and unhealthy, and I knew that, but that didn't stop me from glancing up from the counter when the trill of the bell sounded.

For some reason, I couldn't get him out of my head. Even after several days had passed with no sign of him, he was still lingering in my mind, and stuck in my heart with a pinch of hope.

I tried my best to dismiss the thought of his brown curly hair, his sparkling brown eyes, his cute smile.... but no matter what I tried, he remained in my heart and mind, much to my disgust.

It was now Saturday, and I had managed to push the thought of the cute - coffee spilling - stranger to the back of my mind where it lingered. I had been asked to come in for a few hours today, to cover for another coworker, and I had willingly agreed with nothing better to do.

My coworker finally showed up for her shift at 2:30pm, freeing me. I decided to head for my favourite cafe, where they made the best coffee (in my opinion), where I could read my book with an afternoon coffee.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck, shoved my hands in my deep pockets, and started walking into the sharp whistling wind and towards the cafe.

Today was particularly cold, so I spent no time taking in my surroundings as I usually did. Not even the coldness of the air biting my exposed skin could stop me scanning the bustling crowd of people, all with their own destinations in mind, for that familiar, yet unfamiliar face. I had only seen it once, but I saw it many times after, in my mind.

I kept my pace up, turning my head to curiously look at the many faces of the city. People watching was one of the great things of living in such a busy city. There were thousands of people, all with different life stories, backgrounds, thoughts and experiences. It fascinated me. You could be walking down the street and see an elderly man in a very formal suit, and a teenage girl with spiky green hair, tattoos and leather clothing could be a few short steps behind him, travelling in the same direction in a weird coincidence.

I reached the glass door, with the vine, flower and coffee bean logo, and something nagged at me. Why, after the many, many trips to the cafe, had the familiar logo pulled at something in the very far retches of my mind? I shook my head and pushed the door open, instantly greeted by the high pitched ring of the bell above me, the flood of warmth, the chatter of other customers, and the smell of caffeine and sugary sweet pastries baking. I took a deep breath in and sighed happily.

Letting the door close behind me, I unwrapped my scarf, stuffed it in my bag, and started weaving my way through the people. The cafe was busier than usual, it was a popular place and in the cold weather everyone had gone seeking the warmth of coffee and baked goods.

I made my way to the back of the long line leading up to the counter.

I peered past the person in front of me, to see about ten people fidgeting restlessly in front of me.

Confirming my suspicions of having to wait a while, I dug through my bag and grabbed out my phone. I aimlessly scrolled through tumblr as the line progressively got shorter. The people in front of me slowly broke off as they placed and received their orders, while additional people were always coming to the back of the line.

It was the guy-in-front-of-me's turn, so I quickly stowed my phone away.

He was dark skinned, with broad shoulders and very toned muscles that he didn't even have to flex to prove their worth. He wore glasses and a simple white shirt and jeans.

I peered behind me to see an older lady who was of Japanese descent, by the looks of the strokes of the characters printed onto her wrinkled skin. That, and the fact she was carrying a Japanese to English translation book, pointed me in the direction of her ethnicity.

I smiled at her, embarrassed, realising I was staring. She smiled back kindly. I was about to open my mouth when I was brought back to the task at hand.

"Next please." Called an ever so slightly irritated voice.

I turned back to the teenage boy at the counter and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry... um, can I please get a chocolate mocha and a Danish pastry please?"

The boy nodded and wrote everything down before ringing it up on the cash register.

"That will be $9.50. Your name please? And will you be having it here or to takeaway?"

I quickly handed him the money, awkwardly putting the change back in my wallet, worried about holding up the queue.

"Oh, ah, have here, thanks. And my name is Y/N." I spelt it out to him before making my way over to the group of people who were also waiting for their orders.

"Y/N?" A voice called out, the owner of said voice looking around questioningly.

I muttered 'excuse me's as I made my way up to the counter. I quickly thanked the girl and grabbed my tray, bee lining for one of the only spare tables I could see.

I made it there just before a teenage couple. The girls face turned up in disgust, stomping away with her girlfriend trailing behind quietly, pulled along by their entwined hands. I shrugged apologetically and sat.

I ate my danish first, glad of the soft, warm pastry filling my mouth.

Lifting the coffee cup up, I tentatively took a sip of the hot liquid, not wanting to burn my mouth. I put it back down, wanting it to cool a bit further.

Something tugged at the back of my mind again, as I looked at my coffee and the cup it was in. There was something I couldn't put my finger on, and it was starting to really bug me.

Simply shrugging, I pulled out my current read out of my bag; John Greens latest book. I quickly fell in between the pages, getting lost in the story.

Tuning out the bustling cafe was easy, despite the constant noise of chatter, coffee cups, plates, and spoons clanking against each other, the bells at the counter and on the door, and the familiar sound of the coffee machine.

I had gone through several chapters steadily, the outside world blocked out, when there was a commotion that caught my attention.

I turned and looked just in time to see a women get accidentally shoved into a guy walking past my table. The two hit each other and bounced off; the women into a man who managed to catch her before she fell, and the guy into my table.

The coffee cup he was carrying slipped from his fingers as he hit the table, and the steaming liquid went through the air, almost in slow motion, and landed everywhere.

I was soaked from head to toe.

In coffee.

Again.

Even my book had coffee over it.

I simply sighed, screwing my face up slightly. Wiping the coffee out of my eyes, I finally got a good look at who had spilt the coffee.

There, standing rather sheepish, was the cute stranger. The one who had spilt coffee on me in the street.

I burst out laughing, looking at his mortified face.

"I'm starting to think I must have done something to anger you, due to the amount of drinks you've dumped over me" I teased, grinning.

He laughed, relief washing over his face as he realised I wasn't mad.

"How could you!? Don't act like you don't know." He said clutching a hand to his chest, going along with the act.

I giggled. Cute, funny, and slightly dorky. How was this boy real?

"But, I am extremely sorry. I mean it was bad enough spilling it on you once, when you were running late, but again? When you were just enjoying your book," he gestured down to the book and winced, "and I managed to get coffee on it as well... I am so so sorry." He apologised wholeheartedly.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. Any of it. I mean the first time woke me up, which I was glad for, and the second time meant I was able to see you again..." I said the last part shyly, blushing, before rushing on, " and as for the book, it's only a couple of coffee stains. It adds character." I grinned, grabbing a napkin to wipe the rest of the coffee off of my face.

He smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck and biting his lip. "I-uh- um, is this seat taken?" He asked shyly.

I grinned and shook my head, gesturing to it to let him know he could sit. His eyes widened and sparkled, and once again I was transfixed by them.

He sat down across from me, setting his now empty coffee cup on the table.

"I'm Wyatt, by the way, Wyatt Oleff." He said grinning, holding out his hand.

I reached across the table and shook his hand, smiling softly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Wyatt, despite the fact I'm covered in coffee," I teased kindly, "Im Y/N. Y/F/N." I replied.

He nodded, holding my hand a couple of seconds longer.

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl" he murmured softly before blushing madly.

I blushed and stammered, surprised by his comment.

"O-oh, uh, th-thank y-you..."

He cleared his threat and looked down at his cup, trying to hide his ever growing blush.

"Uh, I'm just going to go get another coffee, since you're wearing mine" he chuckled awkwardly and rose.

I nodded, looking down at his empty cup also. As he walked to the counter, and I kept my eyes on the cup, the thing that had been nagging me clicked.

The shops logo. I had seen it on Wyatt's takeaway cup the first time we meet. He must come here often.

I smiled, thinking about the chances of us running into each other. And how we both happened to be at the same small cafe at the same time. It seemed as though fate was on my side.

As I waited for Wyatt to return, I couldn't stop smiling as I thought about him.

In the time gone by, I managed to clean up most of the spilt coffee, although I still smelt very strongly of coffee. Not that I minded, it was a welcome smell.

Wyatt returned with a smile on his face.

We chatted for several hours, getting to know each other. Neither of us had places to be, neither of us wanted to leave.

We instantly clicked. We had many of the same interests, and we enjoyed each other's company.

As he talked enthusiastically about Zelda, I rested my head on my hand and smiled. He was gesturing madly, his eyes wide and sparkling as he described it. He grinned while talking quickly, rambling cutely. God, I could feel myself falling for him already. What a fucking idiot. But I couldn't stop myself.

His noodle curly hair shook as his head fell back and he laughed at his own joke. I giggled uncharacteristicly, smiling and shaking my head. I wasn't laughing because of his joke, I hadn't even heard it because I had gotten distracted by his handsome looks... but I was laughing at how adorable he looked and how focused on the topic he was.

His eyes settled back onto mine and there was a moment of silence. His eyes searched mine until he realised he was staring and promptly looked down, blushing.

"So, uh... do you come here often?" He winced at how he sounded, looking up at me with a sheepish grin.

I chuckled and took a sip of my 4th? 3rd? coffee, nodding.

"Yeah, I do actually. It's my favourite cafe. Best coffee for miles and miles," I leaned in to say the next part, "even if it's being poured on you" I teased him with a grin.

He blushed and chuckled, sipping at his own current coffee before setting it down and leaning towards me.

"Well, maybe, we should do this again. Have coffee and chat here. And although I can't promise I won't spill my coffee on you, I will certainly try not to." He said with a grin, his eyes hopeful and nervous despite his confident demeanour.

My eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the invitation. I smiled shyly, fiddling with the teaspoon I had been given to stir my coffee.

"Are you... asking me on a date, Wyatt Oleff? " I asked grinning.

He looked into my eyes and I was once again mesmerised by their soft beauty.

"Indeed I am, Y/F/N." he said with that cute smirk of his.

I nodded slowly, tapping my finger to my chin and screwed up my face, as if I had to think very hard and long about the proposition.

"Well, in that case, Mr. Oleff, I think that we should do this again, although I might have to wear a rain poncho to save myself from the dangerous risk of coffee stains again." I teased, smiling.

Inside, my heart was beating 1000 miles a minute and my mind was screaming at me in excitement and disbelief. He nodded and smiled at me triumphantly, and I could see that he was glad of my answer. This made me soar even higher over the moon.

"And so it's settled, Miss Y/L/N. and that is a fantastic idea, rain ponchos are highly recommended. So, uh, can I get your number?" He said the last part shyly, worried I would decline him and cancel the date-to-be.

I nodded happily and slid my phone across the table to him, open on a new contact. He grinned and picked up my phone, quickly putting his details in and sending a text to himself so that he'd have my number.

After he had passed my phone back to me, I checked to see what he'd put his contact name as.

'Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy' stared back at me.

I burst out laughing and nodded.

"Good name choice. Very suitable."

He grinned and winked. I gently plucked his phone out of his hands.

"Now I get to choose my contact name."

He nodded and held his hands up in mock surrender, waiting patiently.

After thinking briefly I typed in: 'Cute Coffee Wearing Girl' And handed his phone back to him.

I laughed as he read it and nodded.

"Another very accurate name. I love it." He grinned before turning towards the girl wearing an apron who was standing by our table.

I hadn't even noticed her, much less the practically empty cafe.

"I'm so sorry to disturb the two of you, but I'm afraid we are about to close up." She said smiling awkwardly.

My eyes widened, only just realising the time.

"Shit. Time flies when you're having fun I guess." I said quietly, sneaking a look at Wyatt as we both collected our things.

Once we were both out on the street and the shy employee had locked up behind us, we turned to each other, both smiling shyly.

"Well, uh I better get going... it's my turn to cook dinner for my sister and I still have to buy everything... but I'm really really glad you spilt that coffee on me. I enjoyed talking to you..." I said shyly, looking down at my feet.

Wyatt nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah no worries, and to be honest, I'm very glad I managed to spill coffee on you twice, because if I hadn't, I never would've been able to talk to you and ask you out on a date... speaking of, I'll text you tomorrow to see when you're free?" He smiled, almost embarrassed by the confession.

I nodded quickly, over the moon with happiness. I stood up on my tippy toes, leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Can't wait." I whispered before quickly walking down the street to hide my reddening cheeks.

Wyatt cute, surprised lopside smile stared after me.

"See yah!" Wyatt called out after a few seconds of shocked silence.

I glanced behind me to see Wyatt waving at me, still with that cute smirk on his face.

I grinned and waved to him, almost running into an older man walking in the other direction.

I apologised profusely, catching the sight of Wyatt laughing out of the corner of my eye.

I turned and walked in the direction of the supermarket with a large smile on my face and a spring in my step. I got a couple of questioning stares, but I was far from caring.

My smile only increased when the familiar 'ping!' of my phone alerted me of a text.

New Text Message From: Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy

'I'm beginning to think you've got a habit of (literally) running into random guys in the street😉'

I giggled down at my phone, reading and rereading the text.

I was so focussed on my phone that I ran into a teenage boy and almost fell on my ass. My eyes widened and I bit back a laugh as he glared at me.

"Sorry!" I called out to his already retreating back.

I burst out laughing as I started to reply to Wyatt.

'I'm beginning to think you're the one making me run into random guys, since you've been the cause of them all! A brilliant example would be the fact that I ran into a guy on the street because I was reading your text😂'

It was only a minute later that he replied.

'A women with kids just stared at me confused and scared when I started reading your text 😂 You really should look where you're going ya know, even though it's hard not to be distracted by me😉'

I spun around on the street happily, a small squeal escaping my lips. I must have resembled Hermione Granger at the Yule Ball in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' the movie, when Victor Krum kissed her hand and leaves. Here I was, talking to the cute guy that I never thought I'd see again, and he was flirting with me.

'😂 terrorising little kids now are you? Shame you don't have coffee on you to throw at them😏 I swear you're distracting me on purpose at this stage😂'

I pressed send and bit my lip. I shouldn't have sent that. It was weird and not funny... he'll probably never text me again now...

My phone buzzed again, disturbing my thoughts.

'Damn it, you caught on! I knew I should've gotten a cup to takeaway before we got kicked out! And of course I'm distracting you on purpose, the only way to get your attention is to distract you or pour coffee on you! 😉'

I held back an excited scream, reading his message.

'I'm sure you would've grabbed one if they hadn't ushered us out in ten seconds flat!😂 hmmm hadn't thought of that... have you tried just asking for my attention?'

I bit my lip before looking up and realising that I was at the supermarket.

I went around, gathering everything I needed for dinner in a daydream, all the while chatting to Wyatt.

We continued texting for the rest of the night throughout cooking and eating dinner and I didn't even notice the teasing comments from my sister.

We were still talking as I climbed into bed, and we continued to talk as my eyes grew heavy.

I warned him that I may fall asleep at any moment, and a couple of messages later I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I fell slowly into a pleasant sleep with no dreams that I would remember in the morning.

It may have been a different story if I had seen the text Wyatt sent me 10 minutes later when he realised I had fallen asleep.

My phone lit up and buzzed on my bedside table. In my sleeping state, I stirred, but did not wake, and settled back in again. The bright phone screen illuminating the room announced the text from Wyatt.

New Text Message From Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy:

'It seems like despite all that coffee you wear, you've fallen asleep. So you won't see this until the morning, but I just want to say that I really really enjoyed today, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tomorrow night? (That way the threat of coffee being poured on you is lowered) I totally understand if you don't want to, but I would love to take you on a proper date. '

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musicalravencreates · 7 years

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Those Fucking Weirdos

I started a cute little thing a while back based on this prompt list, specifically the laundromat one. Just some awkward boys with a side of possible murder. Enjoy.

CW: f-slur, gore/blood

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Arin glared at the door of the dryer, arms crossed tight over his chest. This was getting ridiculous. Why did his slacks have to have that stupid metal clasp? And why did it seem so keen to attach itself to the side of the dryer? Arin wanted to pull the door open, snip off the clasp, and start it back up much quieter... But sadly, he needed his pants to actually stay on his person. Dammit.

He heaved a sigh and leaned back against the nearest washer, the nightgown he'd stolen from Suzy swishing against his legs. He figured by now he might as well own it with how often he wore it. He was pretty sure Suzy had only even touched the thing twice since she'd bought it. Arin, on the other hand, practically lived in it. He'd have to ask if she wouldn't mind giving it to him. Then he'd feel less guilty about taking it so often.

As it was, dashing to the laundromat at two am in said nightgown because he needed these clothes washed for tomorrow's meeting wasn't his preferred way to show off his sleepwear to the world. He crossed his legs, teeth digging into his bottom lip. So far, no one else had bothered to come into the laundromat this late, but he knew he shouldn't hold out hope. Living in a city the size of L.A, there was no doubt another poor schmuk who needed something washed this late. Or early, Arin supposed.

The bell ringing above the door signaled, unfortunately, how correct he was. Arin froze, hands tightening around his elbows. He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye. A figure had a bundle curled in their arms, marching towards one of the empty washers. Arin let himself turn his eye, getting a better image of the person. The guy was tall, gangly, and his hair puffed up ridiculously around his face. He had on an undershirt and black pants, walking with a weird sort of waddle as he clutched some clothes near his stomach. He was coming close to Arin, although he hadn't seemed to notice him yet.

As he came closer, Arin realized the bundle of clothes was bright red, the smell of blood invading his senses quite quickly. His eyes widened, mouth dropping open. The man stopped in front of a washer several feet away, switching the bundle to his left arm as he dug in his pockets for change. Arin could now see the bottom of his undershirt was stained a light pink, his pants with bits and pieces of something or other stuck to them. He swallowed hard, itching to just run out of there, clothes be damned. He was very keen to keep himself alive, thank you very much.

Just as Arin was turning to do so, the man seemed to notice he wasn't alone. He froze, eyes locking onto Arin's. He glanced down at the bundle of bloody clothes then back to Arin, face suddenly splotched with colour.

"I- Fuck, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear." The man said, his voice rough as if he'd just woken up. Considering his appearance, it wouldn't be very surprising if he had. Well, except for the fact he apparently got up and decided to murder someone. That took hating waking up to a whole new level.

When Arin only tensed up more, the guy scrambled to explain. "I didn't- I'm not some psycho or something. I just- I work at a hospital. ER. Some guy practically died on me. This is- well, that's still weird, but I mean-" He paused, finally digging some quarters out of his pocket and holding them up for Arin to see. "I just didn't want them to stain, you know?"

Arin swallowed, glancing back at the clothes. He should just leave. Come back for his clothes later and call the police. But he found himself speaking before he knew what he was doing. "Why weren't you wearing scrubs then?"

The man blinked, staring at Arin a moment. "I wasn't on shift."

"Then why were you even there?" Arin should really shut up. He really, really should. But apparently, he was a fucking idiot.

"Honestly? I'd just gotten off a shift and was dead tired." He shrugged, looking a bit sheepish as he inserted the quarters into the machine. "I didn't mean to fall asleep in my casuals, but at least I got a few hours of shut-eye before my coworkers got me up. Probably would've been better if I hadn't fallen asleep, though. I might still have clean clothes." He tossed the mess into the washer and glanced around. "You, uh, got any bleach, man?"

"Uh," Arin said, stalling. He had two choices here. One, his original plan to high tail it home and call the cops. Or two, believe the guy and help him out. Now, Arin knew which choice he should go with. But he was apparently a bigger idiot than he expected.

"Sure," He said, grabbing the small bottle from his feet and holding it out for the man. Arin really isn't sure why he did it, especially as his mind screamed at him to just put the damn bottle down, but he didn't waver as the man strode closer. He could now see the red in his cheeks and the shame in his eyes. He found himself feeling sorry for the poor guy, horrible murderer or med student.

"Thanks. Really," The man said, taking the bottle from Arin with a soft smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the bottle. "Sorry if I scared you. I would've just used my own washer at home if it wasn't busted."

"No problem, man," Arin reassured, trying to push away his lingering doubts. "Can't say I didn't think the worst, though."

"I don't blame you," He looked down at himself, grimacing. "I look like I just finished gutting someone." He paused. "Or giving them a really vicious blowjob."

Despite himself, Arin started laughing. "Dude, you'd have to actually tear their dick off to get that much blood on you. You must have wicked jaw strength."

The guy giggled, tugging lightly on one of his curls. "Fuckin, you know it." They stared at each other a moment, Arin taking in the suddenly much less threatening dork before him.

"So, do you go by the blowjob murderer?" Arin asked, and the guy giggled again. Damn, that was cute.

He shook his head. "Nah. Can't live up to the reputation. I tend to go by Dan instead."

"Mmm, pity." Arin smiled. "I go by the dick strangler, myself."

Dan raised an eyebrow. "Do you strangle dicks, or strangle people with your dick?"

"Both, actually," Arin snorted. "Much more efficient." Dan shook his head, pouring a bit of bleach in the washer's dispenser. Arin watched him carefully, right hand smoothing the nightgown down. "I like Arin, too." He blurted, looking back at his clothes quickly. "That's my name, I mean."

He heard Dan laugh. "Yeah, I figured. Nice to meet you, Arin." He heard the washer startup and footsteps approach him. Arin tugged his nightgown down again, letting out a breath. "So, why the uh, black dress?"

Arin glanced back at him. "It's a nightgown."

Dan blinked. "Oh, okay. Why the nightgown, then?"

"Cause it's 2am, I'm tired, and I'm comfy." Arin raised an eyebrow, itching to cross his arms back over his chest. Fuck, why hadn't he just gone in a robe or something?

Dan shrugged. "Sorry, just, I don't see too many guys in nightgowns. I mean, I don't know why. They're pretty nice, from what I've heard."

"If you're into airing out your junk 24/7, then yes, they are," Arin said, glancing back at the dryer. "But a lot of people got a stigma against it. Such is the douchebags of this world."

"I hear you, man." He could see Dan's curls shake from the corner of his eye. "People get ridiculous about the stupidest things. Hell, I flirt with one guy at work, I'm getting 'fag' sharpied on my scrubs. People suck."

Arin snorted. "Which is why you blow them to death, of course."

"Oh, of course," Dan laughed. "I'll show you who the fag is when you're getting your dick ripped off, mate."

"Is that an offer?" Arin asked, and immediately he wanted to cover his face. Wow, smooth Han//son. Flirt with the cutie maybe-murderer in the weirdest way possible. Good job. Honestly, if Suzy was here, she'd probably be laughing her ass off right now, and he wouldn't blame her.

After a few seconds, Dan finally spoke. "If you're that into mutilation, I'm gonna go for a hard no." Arin felt his stomach drop, but when he actually looked over at him, he saw he was holding back laughter. Arin just stared at him a moment, before actually putting his head in his hands and groaning.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, don't worry," Dan said, unable to hold back his giggling any longer. "I've heard worse lines, believe me."

He snorted. "Worse than, 'bite my dick off?' Really?" He lifted his head up so just his eyes showed, giving Dan a pointed look. Dan shrugged again, grin still on his face.

"I mean, there was the 70-year-old creep who told me I looked really 'sexy' pulling out his catheter." Arin grimaced and Dan nodded, giggling again. "Yup, true story."

Arin finally let his hands drop, albeit reluctantly. "That makes me feel slightly better, but not by much."

"Hmm," Dan tapped his bottom lip and Arin found himself staring a bit too long at the movement. "Would it make you feel better if I asked you to take me out for coffee to make it up to me?" Arin opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and let out a small croaking sound. Dan raised his eyebrows, patting his shoulder again. "You alright there, bud?"

Arin cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, um, yes, okay. I can- that sounds good."

Dan grinned. "And then if I do murder you, it'll be worth it."

Arin chuckled, eyes flickering back to Dan's lips. "Yeah. It might just be."

#egobang #egobang fluff #egobang au #mine #med student au #i just think this is weirdly cute and funny so have this #egoflap

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these-are-the-first-steps · 7 years

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Neon Lights

With every stroke into the pliant young thing beneath him, another line from the last time he saw her floated through his disjointed mind.

“Ben, I can’t do this!!”

The girl’s breathy moans beneath him.

“You’re going down a road I cannot follow- sound familiar??”

He grunted into her scented hair.

“You’re falling into the same pattern as your family- the one thing you swore to me would not happen!”

“Leave it, Rey.”

“I will not leave it! I will not watch you spiral with more drugs! More lies! ….I saw the way your hand touched her back.”

“NO! I would never, ever—“

With a mewl from her painted lips, he was done with this one. New hands ran down his back.

“No….maybe not. Not yet. But if you keep doing this…Ben, I’m begging you. Stop going with them. Stop—“

A plate smashed.

“And give up my entire career?! A career THEY can give me??! ….I can’t do that, Rey.”

A shiver. Tears. So many silent tears…

“Ben…”

“It’s Kylo now.”

He thoughtfully crafted the narrow white lines before inhaling.

“Well….’Kylo’….”

Bitterness.

He breathed out. Oblivion beckoned.

“I hope you get what you wish for. I hope you get it all.”

He was late again, this time two hours past his call time.

“This is it, Kylo!!” the producer railed at him- a rare appearance on set lying in wait just to berate him. He was flattered.

“Please, Paul….” he gave a light, exhausted scoff as his fingers danced around the edges of the open seltzer given to him. The dark circles under his eyes, the sallowness of his skin- it would take another two hours in the makeup chair just to make him look human and appealing again.

He looked up at the frazzled, red-faced man.

“You knew what you were getting into when you cast me. Didn’t you?”

Paul huffed. “I suppose I did. But I told you this was your last shot. I told you no one else would hire you if you couldn’t do this one thing correctly for a change. But I suppose I did….I suppose I did,” he repeated, resigned.

Quietly, Kylo began to laugh.

He’s really angry, Ben. I truly think you’ve ruined it this time.

You always say that, sweetheart.

The conversation only he could hear continued to play across his face.

I mean it this time, Ben.

Say my name again.

…Ben.

“Look at you,” Paul said finally, watching dejectedly as his star muttered to himself before hunching over to bite the edge of his seltzer can. The man’s eyes darted here and there, lost in himself.

“Go home, Kylo.”

This got his attention. Kylo straightened up, eyes snapping back to the moment before him.

“Paul, I’m here now.”

“No. You’re done.”

“Paul—“

“You’re done. Go home. Now.”

Leaving no room left to argue, the producer left a genuinely surprised Kylo in his wake.

News travelled fast. The cancelled film a black mark blotting out his name from the memories of everyone worth their paycheck regardless of coast.

He hadn’t believed him. Didn’t believe him.

He was Kylo Ren.

The highest paid.

The most fucked.

Fucked.

Yes, that’s what he was now.

The small, clear bag filled with snowy oblivion sat across from him in the car as it raced through the New York city streets. Lights flashed through the windows as it sped along the near empty 2am avenue. Blue neon from a nearby storefront bled into his darkness, casting his vice in a pale, appealing color it didn’t deserve.

It reminded him of the sky in the park that one day. He’d told her it had been the best day of his life. That had been the truth- it still was.

He snatched up the bag and turned it over between his fingertips. Lifting his chin, he eyed it critically; unkempt, unwashed hair falling away from his once elegant face.

“What do you want most in this world, Ben?”

“To be famous.”

She snickered.

“Oh, you’ll get that. How about something else?”

“But I already have you.”

Soft smiles…

“Are you so sure?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. Ohh, she was always so good at baiting him along, making him chase. And he always came for her. Always.

Because she was his.

And he was hers.

Except for that day.

That day, he did not pursue. He couldn’t. Because Snoke had told him that day would come. The day she would leave. The old man had seemingly predicted everything.

“She will envy you, Kylo Ren. It is only a matter of time.”

His lip curled.

“You must prepare yourself for the eventuality.”

He threw the bag across the limo, watching as it burst open, spilling hundreds of dollars irretrievably onto the filthy car floor.

“You have much better things to occupy yourself with than that waif.”

Suddenly his hands were covering his face.

“You do want it, don’t you? The fame?”

A choked sob.

“I can give it to you. Leave her. I can give you it all…”

Four months with no offers. Four months of spending a third of his money in despondency. He was making his whores and his dealers millionaires.

He screamed. He screamed and he kicked at he thrashed and like that the car was pulled over and the driver was screaming at him but he was too strong- he would have this moment and he wouldn’t be removed. He was paying this bastard, too, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he??

Finally catching his breath, his chest heaved.

“Go,” he croaked at the man shouting at him as he held open the door.

“Go,” he repeated. “Go to this one place, and I’ll leave.”

The man tried to argue. Slowly Kylo reached into his inside jacket pocked and pulled out a creased $100 bill. He held it out at the driver without looking at him or it.

“Take it. One place. And I’ll go forever.”

There was a pause, until he felt the bill gradually leave his fingertips. The passenger door slammed shut, followed by the driver-side door, and the engine roared back to life. The man waited.

“West Village. Take me to the West Village.”

They were closer than he’d anticipated, and soon he’d found himself wandering across Bleecker Street, down deeper into Lower Manhattan. He tripped over the uneven sidewalk under a busted streetlamp.

Be more careful, Ben.

No.

No?

No. I’m coming for you.

Silence on these usually raucous streets.

…what makes you so sure I’ll see you?

The door was less kept than the other buildings around it. He wasn’t even sure…wasn’t even sure if she still…..

His finger lingered over #2 as his heart beat irregularly in his chest. He pushed it. Pushed it and held it. It didn’t take long for the door to click, unlocked by the resident inside. But he didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to scare her like that. He just wanted to….

When the door relocked, he pressed the buzzer again, and again the door unlocked. He let loose a desperate whimper and punched the damn button, hitting it again and again until finally the side of his fist slammed into it with a cry and he gave up, leaning heavily against the stone doorframe, his head buried in the crook of his arm.

Somewhere inside there was a loud slam and the slapping of shoes against the cheap linoleum-lined stairs. A familiar voice wafted down, cursing all the way, until the door swung violently open and she gasped.

He pushed away from the wall in an instant- the instinctive reaction to her presence drawing him back to his best behavior as she gaped up at him with alarm and anger and irritation and concern.

Her mouth clicked shut.

Dear god, why doesn’t she say something??

The silence as she held the door open, just staring at him, brought the tears back to his eyes as his face contorted in agony.

She was here.

Standing in front of him in night pants and flip flops, she was here and she was real.

Like a wayward sinner, he dropped to his knees. His head bowed before her.

“…Ben?” he heard her ask meekly, quietly.

It was like a shard of light, that name, on her lips, striking across his darkened soul. Suddenly, he breathed in as he dared to look up at her.

He had missed her face so much. He stared at her with wonder.

“Ben?” she prodded again, a little more forcefully this time, until his eyes finally seemed to move and he swallowed hard.

“I’m done,” he croaked finally.

Rey looked back at him confused.

“I’m done, Rey.”

Her name.

“They ruined me like you said. And I let them. I let them….”

He brought up his hand to cover his mouth as the pain came back.

“And I ruined me!” he sobbed. “And I’m done. I’m done!”

He curled in on himself at her feet, leaving the poor girl lost and stunned. Had she followed his career when they parted? Did she read the tabloids detailing his worst exploits? Because they were true. All of it. It was all true.

What was he doing sullying her doorstep like this?

She didn’t deserve this.

Then a soft press against his shoulder.

“Ben…” came his name again.

“I’m sorry!!” he cried out suddenly. “I’m so, so sorry! Oh Rey…”

He was choking on his tears and the bile and his skin was beginning to itch and he knew he’d be in trouble soon.

“Oh god, Rey, what have I done? What have I done?”

His head came down onto the metal plating of her threshold. He was shaking with withdrawal and with his sobs and now she couldn’t even shut her door on him.

“Ben, please,” he heard her whisper. She pressed her hand more firmly against his shoulder.

Sucking in a breath, he tried to right himself.

“I hear you,” he confessed, “I hear you constantly. In my mind. In my thoughts. Always the only part of me there to ever suggest anything good to me in a sea of assholes looking to leverage off my reputation.”

He scoffed, trying to wipe a bit of the wet off his face despite the fresh tears that came.

“I’m so sorry, Rey. I miss you and I’m sorry. You were right and I’m sorry. And I miss you so much…”

Another sob.

He had to leave before this got any worse. He should never have come.

Slowly he began to drag his knees backwards, trying to find the step below her building’s doormat so he would at least have the space to get up. He was graceless, dragging the fabric of his pants against the rough surface, and pitched sideways when balance deserted him.

Her hand shot out again at his shoulder, another cry of his name as she tried to catch him, and it felt so good, an eye in the chaos, that he laughed.

“You’re the only one left who says my name,” he smiled suddenly, eyes so obscured he couldn’t even focus on her distraught face.

“Last time you told me to call you Kylo.”

“I was a bastard.”

“Yes you were.”

“A soulless bastard.”

“I know.”

He laughed again and tried to sniff back against his hand. They stayed like that for a moment- this disheveled man on his knees and the angel in her nightclothes.

“I should go,” he said finally.

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know. All I know…is that I’m done.”

His nightingale gave a furious huff.

“Would you stop saying that??”

“But it’s true. I botched the last film. It’s over for me.”

A pause.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” he said, backing up again.

“Ben, stop.”

“No,” he replied stubbornly, struggling to find his footing on a lower step.

“For once in your life will you just stop and listen to me, Ben Solo??!”

He froze and his eyes grew wide. His standard reaction to throttle anyone who dared use his full name was stonewalled by the reality of the one who just said it, this beautiful apparition, scowling in front of him. Since when did she do that? He faltered, his mouth moving silently before clicking shut. She sighed.

“Come inside,” she said quietly.

His heart beat furiously.

“I can’t.”

“Just….come inside.”

When he didn’t move, she came closer. Slipping her arm beneath his- when did she become so strong?- she guided him towards the door and,

with a pull of her hand,

he stepped forward.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #fun fact: I originally planned for this ending but during the inner dialogue after he tripped I thought #'Oh god what if he's going to her GRAVE??? How angsty would that be???' and that almost became the ending for this #happy angsty halloween friends

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Dialogue(quote) Writing Prompts

A/N: Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll try my best to write something good

0. A quote of your choice.

1. “Can I kiss you?”

2. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am?!”

4. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

5. “Teach me to fight.”

6. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

7. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

8. “It’s only one night, I’ll sleep on the chair.”

9. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

10. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck with and it just had to be you.”

11. “Kiss me, quick!”

12. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

13. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”

14. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

15. “I need you to leave.”

16. “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!”

17. “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

18. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

19. “I’m not leaving you!”

20. “What do you want me to say?”

21. “I bet I can make you scream my name.”

22. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

23. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

24. “Come over here and make me.”

25.“Please, don’t leave.”

26. “Wanna bet?”

27. “Teach me how to play?”

28. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

29. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

30. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

31. “Marry me?”

32. “It’s not what it looks like…”

33. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

34. “I wish I could hate you.”

35. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

36. “I swear it was an accident.”

37. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

38. “No one needs to know.”

39. “You’re alive. That’s all that matter right now.

40. "Oh really?"

41. "Is that so?"

42. "Prove it."

43. "What's in it for me?"

44. “Shut up and kiss me already!”

45. “What are you doing?”

46. “Please don’t cry.”

47. “It could be worse.”

48. “She/he is trying to set us up.”

49. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

50. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

51. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

52. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

53. “I almost lost you.”

54. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

55. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

56. “I think we need to talk.”

57. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

58. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I��m in.”

59. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

60. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

61. “Just once.”

62. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

63. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

64. “I got you a present.”

65. “I thought you were dead.”

66. “You lied to me.”

67. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

68. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

69. “Wanna dance?”

70. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

71. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

72. “You did all of this for me?”

73. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

74. “Tell me a secret.”

75. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

76. “Boo.”

77. “Well this is awkward…”

78. “I’m pregnant.”

79. “Please don’t do this.”

80. “How do we keep getting into these situations?"

80. “ Eleven years of friendship and I still don't know."

81. “Well SOMEONE thought it would be a great idea to throw our backup plan off a bridge.”

82. “It was on FIRE!”

83. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

84. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him/her/them in the face?”

85. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

86. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

87. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”

88. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

89. “Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

90. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” “You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.’”

91. “I want to go home.”

92. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

93. “I’m going to protect you.”

94. “I believe in you”

95. “Stop waking me up in the middle of the night.”

96. “You belong to me.”

97. “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”

98. “I fixed you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn.”

99. “Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence.”

100. “I saw that, you just checked me out.”

101. “How can you put so much french fries in your mouth?”

102. “Right now I really want to hug you.”

103. “Don’t blame me your clothes are softer than mine.”

104. “Why are you under the bed?“

105. “Stop it I need to work.”

106. “You can’t just come into my apartment like you live here. I tough you were a robber and I almost hit you with my bat.”

107. "I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”

108. “I’m fine stop asking.”

109. “Are you ready? Because I’m not.”

110. "You know what? Let’s just forget that it ever happened.”

111. "Please… I’m looking at you with my puppy eyes.”

112. “I don’t care it’s 2:00 am, we need a pie.”

113. "I’m not a princess. I am the queen.”

114. “I thought there was someone in front of me but it was just my shadow.”

115. “So why did I have to punch that guy?”

116. “So what if I broke my arm. I’m still doing it.”

117. “Come and get it.”

118. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

119. “The sun hasn’t even come up and you want me to do what now?”

120. “I love being a third wheel. It’s so fun. This isn’t sarcasm. No, definitely not.”

121. “How much longer are you going to stand out there? It’s raining. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

122. “No. Not you. Anyone but you.”

123. “Sorry I hung up on you. I didn’t mean to answer the call.”

124. “For Gods sake! Who have you killed now?”

125. “Where did you learn to pick a lock!?”

126. “Whoa there Satan, cool your jets.” “I will cool nothing!“

127. “”I trusted you.” “Well then you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.“

128. “Why is there a picture of Steve Buscemi in your bathroom?!”

129. “Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

130. “Is your name Bob? You look like a Bob.”

131. “Quick, blend in!”

132. “Can someone shoot him/her/them?”

133. “Liam Neeson would do it.”

134. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

135. “How much did someone pay you to wear that?!”

136. “You know, I would help, but making fun of you is so much more satisfying.”

137. “I laugh because I hurt inside.”

138. “That’s it, I guess…This is goodbye.”

139. “If your life had a face, I’d punch it.”

140. “I saw this and, well, I thought of you.”

141. “Describe our relationship in two words.” “Our what?”

142. “We can stay in bed all summer.”

143. “My angel.”

144. “I miss you.”

145. “…except for being a bit fucked in the head, I’d say she’s/he’s/they’re normal.”

146. “…But I’ll forgive you anyway.”

147. “Well…That wasn’t very romantic. Kinda gross too.”

148. “It was just sex…It means nothing. Right?…Right?”

149. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

150. “Your existence gives me a headache, go stand over there.”

151. “Have you considered murder?”

152. “I have to go... iron... my cat.”

153. “All I heard was ‘I swear it will be funny...’ and now we’re in jail.”

154. “How the hell am I going to explain this?” “Aliens?” “...Aliens.”

155. “I am very much fishing for compliments.”

156. “Fell free to admire me.”

157. “Are you really trying to cover my face up with a paper bag right now?”

158. “We really need to stop staying up so late for our science experiments. I’m so exhausted, I can’t even see straight.” “Yeah, because you’re gay, I get it.”

159. “Do you want to feel how hard I can punch?”

160. “I can make this right”

161. "My problems have problems”

162. "I’m one thousand percent sure that’s illegal in every way.”

163. “Try me”

164. "I’m not the kind of person people fall in love with."

165. "Sorry I’m late, I was doing stuff.” “I’m stuff.”

166. "There’s a lot of things I want to say, but none of them are nice”

167. "Stop stealing the cookie dough!"

168. “How long have you been standing there?” “Longer than you’d like.”

169. "Don’t worry, I’m used to it.”

170. "Stop laughing”

171. "I feel like I should be offended by that, but I’m not because that is awesome, so jokes on you.”

172. "Dang it, I was totally hoping to see them angry”

173. “I am way too sober for this shit.”

174. "You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

175. "Is it still murder is he/she’s a dick?”

176. “Keep it somewhere safe." *stuffs it in bra* “What? It’s the safest place on earth.”

177. “I swear to god, if you keep distracting me, I’m going to knock you out.”

178. “I cannot work with you staring at me all day”

179. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done"

180. “I brought blankets, takeout, and your favorite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help."

181. “I’m never leaving this blanket nest again."

182. "I want to know where you went, but I’m not going to force it out of you’"

183. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?"

184. "I told you you’d get sick.”

185. "Hold on. You look familiar. Really familiar.”

186. "I don’t quite know how they do it, but they make things seem easy”

187. “My best is never good enough.”

188. "Tell me what will help and I’ll do it”

189. "Don’t make me come over there”

190. "RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE.”

191. "Drunk i’m not”

192. “The next time you shoot a guy, don’t do it on national television.”

193. “Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”

194. “I feel like we’ve met before…”

195. “We’ve been waiting two hours.”

196. “Do you trust me?”

197. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

198. “If you were logical you would’ve killed me already.”

199. “Please don’t use sarcasm. It confuses me.”

200. “Why is THAT your password?”

201. “Careful not to break the—oh.”

202. “I thought you had him!”

203. “Why are you helping me?”

204. “I know you’re here. You may as well show yourself.”

205. “What makes you think it was an accident?”

206. “Sweetie, what were you thinking?”

207. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

208. “I can’t believe I used to think he was attractive.”

209. “Guess who made the evening news?”

210. “I panicked, okay?!”

211. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”

212. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”

213. “Don’t make me laugh”

214. “You broke my nose!”

215. “I wanna go home”

216. “Just one more night”

217. “You almost burn my house down!”

218. “It was an accident!”

219. “You wanna get food at 2 am?”

220. “Hold up, you what?”

221. “ And yet, you’re still here.”

222. “This means nothing.”

223. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

#writing prompts #otp #x reader #requests #masterlist

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