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daydreaming-away-reality · 4 years ago

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Catching Stardust

Tadashi Hamada x Reader | ☁️ + ✨ | 3.9k

Most days, like any other university student, you would wake up tired. Unfortunately for you, that was not today. You had spent the entire night working on your lab report for one of your science courses and didn’t get a wink of sleep. At least it was handed in and done with.

(You had to double check - just in case your brain decided to get desperate and help you imagine the best case scenarios. Thinking and doing were two very different things, they were hard to tell apart when you were so dead tired though.)

It was one of those days.

“Morning, Honey Lemon,” you greeted as you navigated your way into the kitchen for some caffeine. Grabbing your travel coffee tumbler, you watched your blonde roommate in her morning stretching routine.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Honey cheerfully replied. “How was not sleeping last night?”

You halted your movements, looking up at her with concern. “Can you tell just by looking at me?”

Honey Lemon laughed. “No, silly. GoGo came home late last night and saw you up. I heard you shuffling around earlier this morning too. No raccoon eyes, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Thank goodness,” you said with a sigh as you continued pouring liquid energy into your tumbler. “This bio course is going to be the death of me.”

“You mean working two part time jobs will be the death of you,” GoGo corrected you as she walked out of her room. “Girl, you need time to have fun too.”

You stuck your tongue out at her. Rummaging through backpack, you noticed a missing tome of knowledge. “Has anyone seen my Medical Terms bible?”

“Coffee table.” Honey called out from the living room as she held the tree pose.

GoGo walked over to you with the heavy book in hand. You mouthed a thank you to her before taking a sip of coffee.

“(Y/N), you need to take some time to make some more friends or meet a cute boy,” Honey Lemon brought up. She exchanged a look with GoGo. “We know someone who you might like. He’s nice and funny, good looking as well.”

You gave your two roommates a sad smile. “By the time I’m ready for a relationship, a boy like that will already be snatched up by someone less stressed about their future.”

Grabbing your premade meals and a couple of snacks, you swung your backpack on.

“I work bookstore and pharmacy today, so I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Good luck with your projects in the meantime.”

“Bye, (Y/N)!” Honey called out.

“Keep the luck, you need it more than we do,” GoGo said with salute.

Walking out of the apartment, you checked your phone for your schedule once more. Class at nine, bookstore at two and pharmacy at six. And it was already eight thirty, yay. Just your typical jam packed day, all so that you could pay off medical school tuition in the future.

Balancing everything in life was... impossible, but you were managing.

Full course load university student, working two part time jobs, and a very minimal but still existent social life.

It wasn’t easy, but it was what you wanted. Going to med school was a necessary path to take if you wanted to help people out in your future career choice.

Just as you were arriving on campus, a voice caught your attention.

“(Y/N)…!”

You turned to see your friend Mina, another sufferer pre-med student.

“Hi Mina,” you greeted.

“Did you sleep last night?” she asked. When you shook your head, she let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, me too. Dr. Andrews is going to kill us with these lab reports and the test Thursday. I mean, I’d feel smarter if I weren’t so tired all the time.”

You smiled. What a mood.

“Is my make up, okay?” Mina asked. “I don’t want Justin to see me at my worse - not yet.”

You glanced over Mina’s face. She had gone through the usual effort to make herself look cute. “You look fine and I’m sure Justin wouldn’t be scared off. He knows we’re med students.”

Mina made a face. “We’ve only been a dating for two months, (Y/N), two! He doesn’t know what kind of crazy we are yet. You never know when he might get skittish and ghost me.”

If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed.

Linking arms with Mina, you pulled her towards the classroom.

Today was going to be just another day.

Tadashi checked over the information on his phone as he walked off campus towards the bookstore. He had been looking up information to help his robotics project and a certain book had come up in his recommendations. Deciding that the resource was worth checking out, and was worth the price, he was determined to get his hands on the book while his robot was still in the works.

Walking through the doors, he made his way to the medical section. Browsing the shelves, he kept an eye out for the particular title.

After circling the area for a while, he let out a huff. Where was this textbook?

Noticing a girl wearing a name tag, he approached her with smile.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?”

She turned to him with a smile, (E/C) eyes making contact with his brown orbs.

“Of course, are you looking for something?”

Tadashi nodded, pulling out his phone and showing her the textbook information.

"Ahhh, this one. That’s a popular book with the first year pre-med student courses,” she commented. “Everyone always asks where this one is - we organize this one by title since there’s no author.”

Leading him back into the medical section, the girl stopped in an area of the bookstore that Tadashi had missed earlier. She tapped the spine of one of the books.

“This one is good resource for in depth procedural explanations,” she explained. “Not what you were looking for though...”

Scanning the shelves, the girl paused and frowned when she stopped a particular spot.

“Is it out of stock?” she murmured, checking again. “For a textbook no one appreciates until third year, I’d be surprised if it’s sold out...” She turned back to Tadashi with an apologetic smile. “I’ll check if we have the book in stock - give me a second.”

Pulling out her phone, she typed up some information quickly. The results of her searching seemed to yield the same results.

“It looks like we’re actually out of stock for this textbook right now, although, we are restocking it,” she explained. “Would you like to request a reserve to get a copy?”

“That would be helpful, sure,” Tadashi agreed.

“Great, let’s go fill out a form for you,” she chirped, leading him away. “Are you a med student?”

“No, I’m a robotics engineering student at SFIT,” he replied. “I’m working on something related to the medical field though.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, looking genuinely interested. “It’s amazing to think how technology can incorporated into health sciences. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you working on?”

“A healthcare robot,” Tadashi explained with a fond smile. “It’s still in the works, nothing has been finished yet, I’m still working on the programming stages.”

“I think that’s incredible. I’m sure you’re capable of amazing things.”

The sincerity in her tone brought a smile to his face. For someone who didn’t know much about his project, the kind words from her were very nice.

“What about you?” Tadashi asked. “Are you a student?”

“Yeah, over at Sato Health Institute,” she responded. Sato was the top post secondary institution for health care in San Fransokyo located nearby - it even shared some programs with SFIT as Tadashi recalled. “I’m a pre-med student - if you hadn’t already guessed.”

“I might have had a feeling,” Tadashi said with a grin. “You seemed like you were familiar with things firsthand.”

The girl laughed. “Lots of firsthand experience, trust me.”

Approaching the help desk, the girl popped around to grab a paper and pen. Scrawling down information onto the page first, she then slid the paper over to Tadashi across the counter.

“Just fill out the rest of the form and the textbook should be arriving in the next three days.”

Tadashi looked up from filling in the form, brown eyes flicking over to her name tag. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. She took a sip from her coffee tumbler. Grabbing a sticky note, she offered it over to Tadashi. “If you’d like, leave your number and I’ll text you when it arrives - I’ll be working that day. I promise to use your number for professional reasons only.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Tadashi said as he wrote his number down. As he finished his form, he noticed a large medical terms textbook behind the counter on the desk next to the computer with a ton of sticky notes sticking out. “Is that yours?”

“That’s my current bible,” she affirmed with an amused tone. “Can’t survive without it.”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“Thanks again for your help.” Tadashi repeated as he returned the form.

“Just doing my job, don’t worry about it! It was great meeting you...” Her (E/C) eyes flickered down to the form and smile appeared on her face. “...Tadashi.”

As Tadashi left the bookstore, part of him was still lingering behind, thinking about (Y/N). She seemed like a nice girl and he really hoped that they might have another chance to encounter her again.

You fumbled with the door before pushing it open, popping back into the dark apartment. Hitting the light switch, you took off your shoes and checked for signs of your roommates.

Looks like Honey Lemon and GoGo were still out.

No surprise.

The three of you were always busy, whether the other two liked to admit it or not.

Just as you were sorting things out in the kitchen and about to grab a snack, your phone buzzed.

Mina: OMG. Did you see Terry’s SNS profile update? 🤣🤣

(Y/N): What did he do this time? Do I want to know??

Mina: He put MD CANDIDATE. The AUDACITY of this man - I got a C+ working with partner project with him. My poor GPA... 😭

(Y/N): I mean...

Mina: DON’T

(Y/N): Cs get degrees 😂

Mina: RIP me. Seriously though, are you free to study for that bio test?

(Y/N): let me grab my snack first, I’ll see you video chat

Mina: True MD candidate here

(Y/N): HA

Letting out a sigh, you swiped a snack from the cupboard before heading back to your room. Fingers crossed you would get some sleep tonight.

“Oh, finally!”

Tadashi wiped his hands off with a rag and turned to look at Fred. Wasabi and GoGo were also looking at the beanie wearing boy, but neither of them decided to engage.

“Something up?” Tadashi asked, speaking up.

“The comic bookstore said they were out of that new series I was telling you guys about the other day,” Fred explained. “I refused to go to Richardson’s place, so apparently, they reached out to the nearby bookstore and they have a copy! I got to go pick it up.”

“The one near campus?”

“Yup.”

Tadashi paused, thinking for a moment before making his decision.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Let’s go then, man!”

Catching up with Fred about the current condition of Baymax, the two soon arrived at the bookstore. Fred immediately beelined towards the help desk with Tadashi trailing behind him.

Just as Tadashi anticipated, a familiar face was working at the desk. This time though, (Y/N) was fairly concentrated on the stack of flashcards piled on her space next to textbooks filled with sticky notes.

“Uh, excuse me,” Fred said, practically bouncing on his toes.

That was enough to jolt her out of her studying. Shoving away her flashcards, she offered Fred a smile. “Yes?”

“I believe someone called about -”

“Oh! I know what you’re here for,” (Y/N) said, jumping up. She got up and skimmed over the bookshelf behind the counter. “Ah, here it is. Fred, right?”

At the sight of his new comic, Fred nodded happily. He quickly accepted it from you. “Is there a comic book section?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Just straight that way, it’s not a big collection, but you might find something.”

“Alright, thanks!”

Fred turned to see Tadashi lingering around. “You coming, Tadashi?”

“There’s something I want to check out, I’ll catch up in a bit,” the black haired male responded.

As Fred disappeared, the girl turned her attention over to Tadashi.

“I didn’t think I would see you again so soon,” she commented. “The book is not in yet, sorry.”

Tadashi smiled. “That’s fine. I see you’re here often.”

“Yeah, when I’m not busy with classes or my other job, here I am.”

The words piqued your interest. “Other job?”

“I also work at a pharmacy,” (Y/N) explained.

“Ahh. You must be a busy person,” Tadashi said. He tilted his head towards your desk. “Studying too?”

She flushed. “Yeah. Only because today’s pretty quiet - my manager doesn’t mind as long as I’m work as I’m needed. There’s a test coming up.”

“Good luck, I think you need it.”

“I do. Thank you.”

Tadashi watched as (Y/N) moved back to sitting at the desk. As she picked up her flashcards, she looked up at Tadashi.

“How’s the healthcare robot going? Any progress in the last 24 hours?”

“Baymax finally had some supply come in for assembling,” he responded. “So, just a little bit.”

“Baymax?” she repeated confused. “Oh. Is that their name?”

Tadashi nodded.

“Baymax… I like it, sounds friendly.”

“I should probably let you get back to studying,” Tadashi commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“Not at all, I’m happy to chat with you.”

- Wednesday. 6PM. -

Honey: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): What’s up, Honey Lemon?

Honey: I heard the pre-med students plan on throwing a party this weekend?

Honey: Are you going?

(Y/N): Nah, I think I have work.

GoGo: You always work.

(Y/N): Huh, I never noticed.

(Y/N): Anyways, parties are not my scene. I’d be happy spending a free evening at home instead.

GoGo: Mina says she’ll miss you.

(Y/N): She’ll have Justin, she’ll be okay

Honey: Well, if you ever decide to go, we know a boy you can take with you.

(Y/N): Thanks, but I’ll pass. 🥰

- Thursday. 5PM. -

Unknown: Hi Tadashi. The textbook you wanted finally came in! Feel free to drop by anytime to come pick it up.

Tadashi: Alright, thanks (Y/N)!

Unknown: Yep, no prob!

Tadashi: Hey, is this your personal number?

Unknown: yeah 😊

(Y/N) has been added to contacts.

Tadashi: Hope you don’t mind if I contact you like in the future. 😊

(Y/N): Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all!

“Tadashi, hi,” you greeted, waving as the boy came into your line of sight. With a baseball cap on his head today, you almost mistaken him for someone else. Pulling out the textbook, you handed it over to him. “Here you go! You weren’t the only one trying to get your hands on this textbook today.”

Tadashi peered at you curiously as he accepted the textbook.

“You look tired,” he pointed out.

You just shrugged with a half smile. “The bio test was today - that was gruesome.”

“At least that’s done with,” he encouraged you. “Week’s almost over, too.”

“Best part is I’m off in five,” you agreed.

You could see your words caught Tadashi’s interest.

“Are... are you still working after?”

Shaking your head, you leaned back against the counter. “Nope, told them I was busy today so no shifts at the pharmacy tonight.”

“Would you like to go out with me then?” Tadashi asked hopefully. “We can hit up a café and grab something to eat?”

Good thing you were leaning against the counter, because the surprise you felt would have toppled you over.

“Oh, um, sure!” you agreed, cheeks heating up a little. “I’ll meet you outside in five?”

“Sounds good.”

- Friday. 9AM. -

Tadashi: I enjoyed my time with you yesterday.

(Y/N): I enjoyed my time too! Although the cookies there were kind of hard... 😢

Tadashi: Yeah... I find us somewhere with nice cookies next time.

(Y/N): Just a warning, next time might be a while. My schedule is usually full.

Tadashi: That’s fine!! If you ever find yourself with free time, let me know, I’d like to spend it with you.

(Y/N): 🥰

(Y/N): You’re too sweet, Tadashi.

(Y/N): How are you single??

Tadashi: Haha, I could ask you the same thing. Probably the same reasons as you though. I’m usually too focused with what’s in front of me.

Tadashi: Hope to see you around though.

(Y/N): me too

- Some Tuesday. 8PM. -

��And your total is 18.95,” you said, pressing buttons on the register to confirm the amount. The customer tapped their card for the purchase before taking their bags. “I hope you feel better!”

“Thank you,” the customer responded as they left.

You waited until they had gone completely before heading back to find your manager. Spotting one of older pharmacy students, you decided to talk to them instead.

“Hi,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), need any drugs?” Harper asked with a smile.

“I’ll take them all,” you joked. “Let Aria know I left if you see her for me?”

“Yeah, go. You’re free,” she ushered, waving you away.

As you pulled on your jacket and stepped out of the pharmacy, a figure caught you by surprise.

“Tadashi!” you exclaimed.

“Surprised?” he asked. “Thought I’d walk you home, not safe for you to walk the street alone at night.”

“I do it frequent enough,” you countered with a smile.

“Ooh, risk taker,” Tadashi said.

You laughed. “I appreciate this though, thanks.”

Tadashi nodded. As the two of you were catching up each other on what happened throughout the day, you felt Tadashi slip his hand into yours. Fingers intertwined, you could feel your heart racing.

This was something you didn’t want to let go of.

- Some Monday. 2PM. -

GoGo: Yo, Tadashi

GoGo: Fred wants to know when you’ll be back with the snacks.

Tadashi: Just stepped back on campus.

GoGo: Took you a while.

GoGo: You seeing someone behind our back?

Tadashi: Ha. Does Baymax count?

- A couple weeks later. Friday. 10AM. -

“Someone looks cute today,” Mina commented as you sat down next to her in the lecture hall. She eyed you up and down, nodding approvingly. “Not working today?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “My rare day off besides class. Thought I’d put a little more effort in today.”

“Well, you look adorable,” Mina confirmed. She let out a sigh when she saw the professor walk in. “Let’s see if we can survive these next two hours.”

“Challenge accepted,” you said, bumping her shoulder playfully. “Although, I might lose you halfway.”

Mina gasped and smacked your arm.

You laughed as you pulled your laptop. Although the two hours went by at a decent pace, you were glad the course was three quarters way through.

At the brutal pace your professor went, there was nothing but review for the few weeks before final exams. It was nice to know you didn’t have to teach yourself an entire unit in a week before your final.

Bidding Mina goodbye, you weaved your way out of the lecture hall and out into campus. At this point, most groups of students you saw hanging around were study groups. You would have been like them too, if you hadn’t worked so hard to make things work.

Balancing two part time jobs along with classes had you putting in so much extra effort that it usually paid off in the long run.

Yay.

Navigating your way through the streets with the GPS app open on your phone, you soon spotted the campus you were looking for.

SFIT.

(Abbreviated, because thinking through what each letter stood for was too much effort.)

Slowly wandering around as you pulled up the campus directory, your eyes glimmered when you spotted the building you were looking for. Popping inside, you clutched onto your bag, peering around curiously. There was so much science happening in this space.

Lots of creativity too, you wondered why their tradition was to prank the art school.

Poking around, you soon realized you were lost among the many rooms and labs. Your mission was a failure. Pouting, you pulled your phone.

(Y/N): Help me, I’m lost.

Tadashi: What do you mean?

(Y/N): I wandered into the lab building and was going to surprise you with a visit, but I don’t know where to find you. 🙁

(Y/N): I didn’t think this through...

Tadashi: Awwww

Tadashi: What room number do you see? I’ll find you.

(Y/N): Lab 2B

Tadashi: omw

As you awkwardly waited for Tadashi to show up, you tried not to look suspicious. Although admittedly, you were sure you looked suspicious regardless since you were lost.

“There you are,” the soft yet deep voice greeted from behind you.

Turning around to see Tadashi, you smiled.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologized.

“Not at all.” Tadashi shook his head. He took a moment to take you in. Within his eyes, you were absolutely beautiful. He didn’t want to mess up, so he kept it to himself. He’d voice his thoughts one day. “Welcome to Nerd Lab, by the way.”

So this was where Tadashi, your roommates, and their friends all spent their long hours working.

Tadashi took your hand. “Come on, I want to show you my lab.”

Following after Tadashi, the two of you entered the elevator behind arriving on the floor of his personal lab space. He opened a door, showing you his tidy space.

“Baymax won’t be in the works for a while, but here,” he pulled out several large blueprints. The image of an almost plush like character was found in the middle. “This is going to be Baymax.”

In awe of all the labelled details and planning in place, you looked up at Tadashi.

“This is incredible,” you breathed out. “You’re incredible too.”

Tadashi dipped his head down and captured your lips for a kiss.

Before he had the opportunity to pull back too far, you went in and gave him a quick peck as well.

Although the two of you were flushed, the loving gaze you could see in Tadashi’s eyes made you feel hopeful about this relationship.

“Can I see the medical programming?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Tadashi shyly nodded. “All the computer.”

- Later. -

(Y/N): Do you think we should let our friends know?

Tadashi: Nah, they’ll catch on eventually.

(Y/N): But if they don’t should I just accept their blind date request?

Tadashi: WHAT?

(Y/N): 😂

(Y/N): I asked for more details one time.

(Y/N): He’s this handsome robotics engineering student, who nice and has a good sense of humor. Apparently he’s very dedicated to his work too.

Tadashi: …

Tadashi: They’ve tried to set me up with their friend as well.

(Y/N): Hmm, maybe we were meant to be after all

Tadashi: I think so. 😀

(Y/N): 😘

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percywinchester27 · 4 years ago

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-3)

Word count: 3.8K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, mention of depression

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23 I love you, Athina <3

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Monday morning rose brighter than it had a right to be; to the point that the sun was stabbing you in the eyes. You had been over and over the plan in your head throughout the weekend. By now, you were absolutely sure that you had mapped every second of the day and nothing could go out of hand.

The plan went sideways almost as soon as it started.

You dropped your bag at the threshold of the lecture room with a loud crash. All of the last row turned to look at who was that much of a klutz. You did not meet anyone’s eye as you took a seat at the very end of the top row. Maybe that would make you inconspicuous.

It did not.

“Y/N!”

Madison slid next to you on the bench, followed by her brood of friends. Lacey and the other two, whose names you didn’t remember.

“How are you, Sweetie?” Madison asked sympathetically. “You looked awfully ill when you left the other day. We were so worried about you! Weren’t we, Mer?”

Meredith- you remembered her name now- did not look worried in the least.

“What happened?” Madison asked.

“I was just really faint,” you answered automatically, having anticipated this. “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you so much.”

Madison looked relieved. “I’m so glad, Y/N. I wanted to check on you over the weekend, but I didn’t have your number or knew where you lived. You have to give me your number right away.”

You did, and she texted you immediately.

“Awesome!” she said. “Now you have my number, too.”

You tried to smile. “Hey, if it’s not too much, could you tell me what I missed in the two days?”

Madison became animated instantly. “Well, lets see. After you left, there was advanced legal writing by professor Mills, then Supreme Court Litigation by Professor Mcleod and Organisation and transactions law after that. Most of Friday was free except for another lecture by Professor Mills. I have the notes. Once you put your email id on the class database, I’ll forward mine to you.”

“That’s seriously more than I can ask from you,” you said, feeling small.

She placed her hand on top of yours. “You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“Thank you!” You said, looking down.

Madison huffed. “You thank me too much, Y/N! Besides, you really didn’t miss any of the fun.”

“What do you mean?”

“Professor Winchester didn’t show up either,” Lacey giggled. “Didn’t we turn up fifteen minutes early for his class on Thursday? And the man never came.”

Your stomach lurched, a feeling you hadn’t quite experienced in years had you feeling lightheaded.

“Well, he didn’t completely disappear,” said the blonde. “He did turn up for the last half an hour of his lecture on Friday and outlined the syllabus of the semester.”

“He looked stiff and serious. Nothing like his first day here. And even that day he stormed off, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Madison nodded. “Right after you left, Y/N. It was a bit weird.”

You swallowed nervously, your forehead already clammed up. What was it? Was it fear or worry that you felt for Sam? You had been so wrapped up in your chaos that you hadn’t stopped to consider about Sam, assuming that he must have grown passive and wouldn’t care about the past anymore.

Sam had looked warm and at ease with himself that day, happy even, while you had only survived all these years. You’d be lying to yourself, if you said that the image of Sam on the podium, smiling at the students hadn’t felt like a knife in your gut.

But if he had not turned up for classes either… did that mean….

There was noise at the front and you saw Sam on the podium. He looked every bit as dressed up and neat as he had on your first day, if not a bit more severe.

He greeted the class curtly, and instantly jumped to the lesson. You tried not to stare, but it was hard to look away. It was harder still to keep looking. His features seemed more angular now, and he was definitely leaner than when you had first set your eyes on him. Today he was dressed in a dark grey suit and no tie, the button at his throat was undone.

He spoke for an hour about the merger of disputes and cases where it had benefited the original plaintiffs and not once did his eyes stray towards the corner of the class where you sat. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding that very portion of the classroom. He wasn’t genial today. A good teacher, just like he always had been, but absolutely formal. When the class ended, he retrieved the attendance sheet from a kid in the first row and exited the class.

“Well, that was quite intense,” whooshed Meredith. “Hadn’t pegged him for the serious sort.”

Blonde hair giggled at the double entendre, and you almost gagged.

“He’s actually quite good,” Madison murmured, uncharacteristically serious. “He knows what he is talking about.”

Absentmindedly, you nodded. Not that you had paid much attention to the lecture, what with your heart struck in your throat.

The classes that followed weren’t as eventful as the morning and you were more than grateful about it. The other professors all seemed so knowledgeable and expert. You had enough on your mind by the time you left the university, your plate already full of assignments.

When you got home, Meg was sprawled on one of the two sofas that came with the house and were perched in the living room.

“Hey,” you said tentatively.

Meg raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you were initiating a conversation after a whole week of thoroughly avoiding her.

“Hey,” she said.

You placed your bad and laptop on the side table at the entrance and went to sit on the empty sofa. “I’m sorry about not greeting you earlier… I was going through some stuff.”

“Clearly,” she snorted.

The hurt must have shown in your eyes, because she straightened up into a sitting position.. “I’m not offended,” she said. “Locking myself in my room and avoiding human contact like it’s the fucking plague is my monthly PMS schedule. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Oh, alright,” you breathed out.

Meg looked amused. “Your face is like an open book,” she said. “If you keep that up, you’re going to be a terrible lawyer.”

You didn’t fight her on it. It was a problem… it always had been. Over the years mostly it had been a blank and your boss had commented on your excellent poker face… but clearly even the dumb expressive face was back with all the feelings.

“I don’t know what you’re studying,” you changed the topic.

“MS, Applied physics.”

“Damn. That sounds hard.”

Meg chuckled. “You really think that, don’t you? You look terrified.”

You rearranged your expression into what was just polite interest. Enough with Meg’s expert face reading class.

“You wanna grab dinner?” Meg asked.

“Sure,” you said. “What’re we doing?”

“I made some stir fry. I didn’t know if you’d be up for dinner, though.”

You felt terrible about skipping the meals and in turn her company over the past week.

“No worries,” she said, getting up. “I’ll just toss some pasta and we’re good to go.”

“Hey, Meg?” You asked, “I see you’ve stocked up the pantry. It’s incredibly kind of you. I might drive to the supermarket tomorrow after classes, why don’t you let me know if there’s anything you want.”

She looked at you with some surprise and a hint of actual liking. “Sure. We can make a list over food.”

“Great,” you smiled.

The rest of the week passed without any more surprises, and you took your time to settle in… getting to know Stanford- both, the University and the town. You attended all lectures regularly and gave your hundred percent effort to every assignment.

In classes, you listened with utmost concentration… all except one. Civil Procedure wasn’t a lecture, it was slow seething torture. Watching Sam talk on the podium, interacting with students simply made it hard to breathe. The walls of the lecture room converged in on you while you gasped for air. On Sam’s part, he ignored you completely. It was as if you didn’t exist at all. Over the course of the week, his stiff, formal stance loosened and you could see more and more of the guy who had introduced himself on the first day. You didn’t know what you had been expecting from him? That one day he would suddenly look at you with hatred and throw you out of the class? That he’d lose his mind and yell at you? Ask you the questions that you didn’t want to answer?

But even for all that, he’d have to acknowledge your presence. Look at you. Somehow the ignoring and pretending that you didn’t exist was so, so much worse. It was killing you. Every second of the class, you fought your tears. However, you did not miss a single class.

Apart from those two hours everyday, you were doing well, all things considered. On Thursday, you packed more food than just your lunch, and after classes, walked to the Green Library. It was just as breathtaking as it had been on the first day. You set out to find that one table that felt right. After a quarter of an hour of testing and teasing, you finally found a desk that looked oh so inviting. It wasn’t the one below the tall, arching windows, but rather a small desk niched between the bookshelves. It was perfect.

You unloaded your bag, and set to work with the assignments that had been set for the class by Professor Mills. You personally thought Jody Mills was a total badass. She took up cases that others were too scared to touch. Her assignments didn’t require you to reference too many books, so you could make yourself comfortable in the chair. Your mind wandered as the time passed. There were a lot of things to be thought through. For starters, if you had to afford living here, you needed a job. Your savings would last a couple of months at most. The expense of moving across the country then having to pay for the lease of the apartment had taken a massive toll on your bank account. By the time holiday season began, you’d be as broke as the china in your grandma’s old cabinet.

Earlier, you had put in an application at the Student’s employment centre for oncampus jobs. You weren’t hopeful, given the number of applications they received, but you sure meant to check in on them next week in hopes that something suitable might have come up.

It was past 8 in the evening when you finally wrapped your stuff up, somewhat satisfied with how your assignment had turned out. You lowkey congratulated yourself on finishing it a week before the deadline as you made your way back home, crashing the minute you found your bed.

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18th July 2008

“Y/N! There’s someone here to see you!” Jo hollered from somewhere in the living room.

Thankfully the door to the room you were sharing with Jo was open.

“Coming!” You yelled back, wondering who could it possibly be. Maybe it was the postman with your grandma’s letter. She was a weird old lady who still loved writing handwritten letters. Gramps had been to the war and their love story had blossomed over letters sent across borders. Even though gramps had passed away many years ago, she still got that rosy look on her face whenever she talked of him. You wanted a love story like hers. Was it too much to ask for?

You made your way down the steps two at a time, excited for the letter. Maybe she had sent cookies along with it. Oh, how you loved her.

On the bottom step, you stopped. Sam Winchester was standing in the hallway, one hand balancing a lot of books, the other scratching the back of his neck, looking adorable in old jeans and an open button up over his t-shirt.

“Hey!” He said.

You were wearing a loose shirt without a bra over a pair of boy shorts, with hair falling over your shoulders. Needless to say, you were mortified.

“Give me two minutes,” you muttered and rushed back upstairs.

As you were pulling on a pair of leggings, it occurred to you how dumb the interaction had been. He was here to see you and neither had you invited him in nor asked him why he was here.

To add to your embarrassment, when you returned downstairs, he was still standing at the bottom of the stairs five minutes later, exactly where you had left him.

“Why’re you still standing here? Please come in!” You urged, scandalised that you had kept a guest waiting like that. Gran would have tutted so hard had she been here.

Sam followed you into the living room. Jo was lounging on the smaller sofa chain and you glared at her. She could have easily invited him in when she opened the door.

But no! How else would Y/N suffer in life?

Jo gave you the evil grin and waved to Sam.

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked, not meeting his eyes.

“I’ll have coffee!” Jo ordered and you threw her the stink eye again.

You gave Sam a chagrined look. “I’ll put the pot on the stove for her anyway. Do you want coffee?”

He looked like he was trying very hard to smile. “Black please. With half a spoon of sugar.”

You tried to calm your nerves as the pot boiled. Being a nervous wreck wasn’t going to help your case.

When you brought the two mugs of coffee outside, Sam was reading one of the books he had bought along and Jo was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jo?” You asked, carefully placing the steaming mug before him on the table.

Sam shrugged. “She said she suddenly felt sleepy. And that you should drink her coffee because you both like it the same way.”

Oh, that sly girl.

“So, what brings you here?” You asked, taking a seat next to him on the sofa.

Sam smiled shyly. “You said you could use a second pair of eyes for the application.”

He had come all the way from wherever he stayed just to help you with the applications?

“Really?”

“Sure.” He tilted his head, the bangs on his forehead sliding to one side. He just had such beautiful hazel eyes. You have to avert your gaze so you wouldn’t just blatantly stare at him.

You excused yourself a second time and pulled out all your application stuff. Forms, copies of essays, documents and everything. It would be absolutely stupid to not make the most of this opportunity.

Sam took his time with all of it, going through each paper carefully and you counted your breaths to keep away the anxiety. At least he wasn’t laughing at how ridiculous your applications were. That was something. When he was done, he slowly put the papers down and looked up at you.

“Where else have you applied?” He asked.

You told him.

“You didn’t think of applying to any major universities?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t think I had a chance… and I don’t even think I was cut out for those.”

Sam reached out to place his hand on top of yours. A tingling sensation went up your spine. “Y/N! This looks great. Your essays are top notch. You should apply to Ivy Leagues.”

“I’ve already missed deadlines for them… and there are some good universities on my list as well.”

“But you deserve better!” He insisted.

You shrugged. “I don’t have that sort of money, and before you say scholarships, I don’t have those types of recommendations either. I come from a small town. People who are born there, spend their whole lives in the same house. They are happy with what they have.”

“Are you happy with what you have?” He asked, the light from the setting sun hitting his face, illuminating those eyes so they looked like burning topaz.

“I’m happy,” you said, looking at your lap where his hand rested on yours. He seemed to have forgotten about it. “But I know I can do better… for myself and my Gran.”

You made the mistake of looking up then… into his eyes, and they were closer than you had expected them to be. As if, he had no control over it, his hand reached out to touch your hair, the fingertips caressing your cheek on their way there. Slowly, but surely, he drew your face towards his… and you went, willingly. His lips had barely grazed yours when there was a loud noise in the hallway.

You sprang apart.

“Y/N!” It was Jo.

Ordinarily, you’d have flicked your tongue at her or something for interrupting like that. Afterall, she was the one who kept egging on you to get lucky, and the one time you had… that too with Sam frigging Winchester, she had to come barging into the room. Uhgg… Jo was going to get it.

But her face was completely white, and her hand, which was holding the phone, was shaking.

“Y/N,” she whispered again. Your neighbour called. It's your grandma… she passed away last night.

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You woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of the blaring alarm.

Gran!

The worry felt so fresh, you had to remind yourself that it had been seven years since she had passed away. Grief was peculiar like that… even after years and years of feeling it, some days it just felt fresh and new. Sad memories opened up the box of more memories, not all of them sad. The thought of gran was always accompanied by a warm feeling and memory of sunlit kitchen, and freshly baked bread.

This… dream or whatever it was had triggered more than just that… you could almost feel the whisper of Sam’s lips on yours. You had suppressed it so long that the feeling was almost forgotten now and how it ached knowing that you would never feel it again. The raw, desperate part of you tried to cling on to that feeling, the memory of his touch. It was three in the night, no one could blame you for wanting this comfort of your own memories. As painful as they were when you were completely in your senses, in this darkness, they were all yours to do what you pleased with them. However, like a dream, the memories kept evading your grasp. The more you tried to hold on it, the further away it slipped. Sleep eluded you completely after that.

Needless to say, you were tired and sleepy and irritated by the time the last lecture for the week commenced. You hadn’t memorised the lecture schedule yet…. you only knew when the Civil Procedure class was. First lecture on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and the last lecture of Thursday and Friday. Lacey had mentioned something about Sam having to travel to the City for work on the first three days.

Sam was dressed more informally today. He was without a coat and glasses, hair just a little out of order… less sleek.

“Oooohhh looks like the professor had a rough night!” Lacey giggled.

“You don’t know that,” Madison shushed. “Maybe he’s single.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Lacey rolled her eyes. “He lives in the faculty residence on Alverado row. And his house is definitely a family house, not a bachelors pad… So that means he at least has a woman.”

You caught your breath. Alverado row was right behind your Santa Ynes street, where you lived. Literally right behind, less than a block away. You knew a majority senior faculty staff resided there, but it had never crossed your mind...

“I don’t see no ring,” snarked Rebecca, Madison's blonde friend, who was sitting a row ahead of you to the left.

You quickly looked. She was right… there was no ring. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Doesn’t have to be a wife,” Lacey made a face. “Could be just a girlfriend.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try our luck.”

It stung, listening to them talk about it stung more than you wanted to admit even to yourself.

“Before we start today's lesson, I have a question for you,” Sam said, calling everyone’s attention and the gossip promptly stopped.

“Basic Property damage,” he said. “The plaintiff has proved beyond a shadow of doubt that the defendant is liable. The only issue of debate which remains is the amount of damages to be recovered. Before the last hearing, new evidence comes to light about a completely unrelated matter where the plaintiff has unintentionally harmed the defendant. If you were playing the part of the DA, what would be your obvious course of action.”

‘Settlement’ you muttered to yourself, just loud enough for the few people around you to hear.

“Anyone?” Sam asked, and on cue, Rebecca raised her hand.

“Settlement!” She called out.

“That’s correct,” Sam said, “It should occur to you faster than lightning to draw out a settlement. Good job there. That was quick.”

Next to her, Madison was looking at her friend incredulously. Then she turned around and gave you a sorry look. The boy sitting on her opposite side, the blond one, who had snickered at you on the first day also raised an eyebrow.

You didn’t care one way or another if Rebecca got the praise for your answer. You were simply relieved that you got that answer right… and that you were able to concentrate in the class better than you had been able to uptil now.

Perhaps that was the reason that it caught your attention, the quickest flick of Sam’s chin in your direction, before he stiffly averted his gaze. When the class ended, few students rushed to Sam’s desk, while you made to leave the room.

“Hey!”

You turned to see the blond dude standing right next to you.

“Y/N, isn’t it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Brad,” he offered his hand. “Brad Rowan.”

“Nice to meet you.” you murmured, shaking his hand whilst glancing at the door.

“So, we have a party tomorrow evening,” he said, grinning with too much confidence. “Down at the western dorms. Everyone cool is coming. You should, too.”

“Thank you,” you said politely. “But I already have plans for the weekend.”

“Better than spending time with me?” He winked, stepping ever so slightly in front of you.

You were firm this time. “Yes.”

“Oh, let her be, Brad.” It was Madison, who had come sauntering down the aisle. “If she says she’s busy, she probably is. We’ll miss you, Y/N!”

You threw her a grateful look… Madison didn’t seem to catch it.

You said your goodbyes to her and Brad and left the room quickly.

Maybe it was your imagination, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam’s gaze flicker towards you… if only for one moment.

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cpd5021 · 4 years ago

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Happy Thursday! Coming at you with some more smut prompted by the loving members of the Upstead group chat. Plot? What plot? Who needs that?! Rated M.

“Halstead, you have a minute?”

Voights gravelly voice reached my desk, causing me to look up and nod. I closed out of my computer and headed into his office. He motioned for me to shut the door and I took a breath, unsure of what was going to come next. I sat down and sent him a questioning look as I waited for him to tell me why I was here. His eye’s bore into me and I could feel heat creeping up my neck. I was almost certain I hadn’t done anything to land myself in hot water, but something about the way he was looking at me was making me question that. He let the silence hang between us until I was completely uncomfortable, something I assumed was deliberate, before he began.

“This,” He motioned around his office with a wave of his hand. “Will all be yours someday.”

His tone was matter of fact and I scrambled to process his statement, of all the things I was expecting him to say that hadn’t even remotely been on my list. He let the silence return and all I could do was stare at him, wondering what had prompted this conversation. He leaned back in his chair, looking as if he didn’t have a care in the world, as I sat upright in my seat, doing everything in my power not to squirm under his stare. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and broke the silence.

“Sir..”

I trailed off, not sure what to say in this situation. He leaned forward then, seemingly satisfied with the torture I had just endured and sent me a small smile.

“I have to go to New York, help them with a case. I’ll be taking Burgess with me. I need someone to run this unit while I’m gone for the next two weeks. You up for that?”

I swallowed hard, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Sure I had run point on a lot of the cases we worked, and there had plenty of days Voight hadn’t been in. But something about the way he asked me to do this, run the unit for two weeks, it felt as if this was some sort of test. After a moment, I realized I hadn’t replied yet and eagerly nodded in his direction.

“Absolutely.”

I replied, still nodding. He seemed satisfied with my answer and stood from his desk. I watched as he pulled a few things from his desk drawer and tucked them into his pocket.

“Good. I’ll be headed out early today to meet with the uniforms at the Ivory Tower and get everything in place. Our flight leaves tomorrow. I’ll keep in touch the best I can, but I’ll trust you’ll be just fine. Feel free to use the office if you need the space to get away from them for a bit.”

He finished his statement, nodding towards the bullpen where the rest of the unit sat. He tossed me a set of keys, presumably to the office door, and motioned for us to head out. I followed behind him, stopping abruptly when he froze just outside the doorway.

“Listen up, Burgess and I are going to New York for the next two weeks. You’ll be reporting to Halstead until I return. I trust you’re in good hands.”

Everyone sent me a smile, Adam even letting out a small cheer and clapping obnoxiously from his desk. I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, still processing what had just happened. Voight turned back to face me, giving me one more hopeful smile before stalking out of the bull pen and down the stairs. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and made to sit back at my desk. I glanced over at Hailey, who’s eyes had been locked onto me since the moment Voight started speaking. I gave her a shrug and a sheepish smile, still thrown off by my conversation with Voight. She sent me a grin before her head dipped down, looking at something on her desk.

So, large and in charge huh?

My phone buzzed on my desk and I looked over to see the message from Hailey lighting up my screen. I picked it up, quickly typing out my reply.

It’s not a big deal, probably just more of a formality.

I tried to blow it off, unable to shake the feeling that this was some sort of test. I didn’t know if that’s what Voight intended or if I was just creating unnecessary pressure on myself. My phone buzzed again, pulling me from my thoughts.

Sure. Gonna be a long two weeks, I’m pretty sure there’s a rule about sleeping with your subordinates.

My head snapped up as soon as I read her message. She gave me a mischievous smirk before averting her eyes back to her desk.

Not gonna happen… I won’t survive.

I watched as she read my text, a small smile forming on her face.

Sorry, I don’t make the rules. ;)

I hoped she was teasing, but I also had a bad feeling she wasn’t. It was going to be a long two weeks indeed.

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The first few days went off without a hitch. I hadn’t really had to do anything that I normally wouldn’t do, aside from dishing out some delegation as we worked an easy case. But now, I sat at my desk rereading an email I had just received from the higher ups requesting some forms Hank hadn’t sent in yet. Forms that were in his office, somewhere I hadn’t ventured into yet. I had been in there plenty of times with Voight, but something about going in without him here made it feel like an invasion of privacy, despite the fact he had given me the keys. I looked up to see Hailey walking towards my desk, a puzzled look on her face.

“You look concerned. Everything okay?”

She asked, moving to sit on the edge of my desk. Her proximity brought with it the smell of her shampoo drifting into my nose and I looked up at her with wanton eyes. So far, she had held firm to her rule of not sleeping together, not for my lack of trying. I motioned towards my screen, trying to focus my attention elsewhere, and let out a sigh.

“They need me to send some forms over to the Ivory Tower.”

I looked up at her again, the puzzled look increasing.

“And…”

She trailed off, not catching on to why I was so hesitant.

“And….they’re in there.”

I pointed towards Voights office. With it’s door shut, blinds closed and lights off, the small room seemed oddly forbidden. She let out a laugh when she saw where I was pointing.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Didn’t he give you the keys?”

She laughed again when I scoffed at her questions.

“Yeah but...shut up!”

I told her as she continued to chuckle at my dilemma. My words only caused her to enjoy this situation more.

“So why are you worried about going in? It’s not like you’re breaking in…”

She finally managed to compose herself as I continued to scowl at her.

“I don’t know...It just feels off limits. Like going into your parents bedroom or something.”

Hailey laughed again and I let out a huff. I’m glad she was enjoying this so much, maybe I should delegate the task to her.

“Jay, you’re being ridiculous! It’s not like you’re going in there to have sex or something.”

Her voice dropped tantalizingly low as she said the last part of her sentence, eliciting an immediate reaction from my body that I struggled to stop in its tracks. I looked up at her, eyes bugged out slightly as she met my stare with a teasing look. She sent me a wink, which did nothing to help my situation, and stood from my desk.

“Come on, I’ll go with you.”

She rolled her eyes before reaching a hand out to pull me up. I should have known it was a bad idea to let her come in with me, given her mischievous tone, but I didn’t catch it in time. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, stepping into the darkness and running my hand along the wall for the light switch. She followed me in, pushing the door shut behind us. I found the light and then made my way over to Voights desk, standing awkwardly still as I took in the contents atop his desk. I didn’t see the forms I needed, which meant they were in one of the drawers, making this situation worse. Hailey, who had been lingering by the door, watching me scan the desk, let out a huff and came to stand in front of me. She slipped herself between me and the desk, with her back to me her hair was right under my nose and the scent of her shampoo reached my nose again, igniting my senses. Before I could realize what her plan was, she was bending over in front of me, her butt rubbing right up against my crotch and immediately causing the fabric there to tighten. I clenched my hands by my sides, fighting the urge to grab ahold of her hips, the thought only increasing the issues in my jeans. She feigned looking for the paperwork a little longer than necessary, never breaking contact with me. I knew at this point she could feel exactly what she was doing to me, but the more obvious it became the more she seemed spurred on. Eventually, she grabbed the paperwork that had been laying on top of the pile within the drawer and stood, finally relieving the pressure against me, although the damage was already done. She turned to face me, a devilish glint in her eyes and whipped the paper up between us, pressing it into my chest with a smirk. I swallowed hard, struggling to gain control of myself and this situation. Hailey stood up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to brush against mine as she spoke.

“Glad I could be of assistance.”

She pressed her lips against mine and then stepped back, leaving a whirl of cool air in her wake. Now my issue was very much a problem and I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to be able to leave this office. She stepped over to the door, turning to give me another wink and then slipped out of the door, pulling it shut behind her.

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Somehow, I managed to make it through the rest of the two week stint without issue. Today was my last day in charge as Voight would be back on Monday. Hailey, aside from the insane amount of teasing she had been putting me through this entire time, had held true to her rule of no sex. I was literally dying at this point and her suggestive texts all day hadn’t helped. Naturally, we would have caught a case on my last day that required lots of paperwork to be submitted and evidence to be logged. Two hours after what should have been the end of their day, I sent everyone home and told them I would finish up. There wasn’t much to do at this point and I could see they were all worn out from the long day. They happily obliged, giving me feigned protests that they could stay before everyone bolted out of the bullpen. Hailey said she was going to stay to finish up her report, not unusual for her as she wasn’t one to let unfinished work linger over the weekend. We each sat at our respective desks, only the sound of our typing filling the room. Finally I was done, with my last task being to leave some of our reports on Voights desk. I glanced up to see Hailey had finished as well. She was leaning back in her chair in a stretch that had her shirt lifting just enough so I could see the toned skin of her stomach above her jeans. I stood, giving my own stretch, before making my way over to Voights door. I unlocked it, turning back to meet her eyes and dipped inside. She followed me, of course she would, and leaned against the door well as I filed our reports into Voights desk. I looked up and saw her biting at her lower lip, the sight instantly igniting a fire within me.

“Hey, can you help me with this?”

I asked, pretending to struggle with the drawer. She nodded and came over to stand beside me. Before she could stop me, I grabbed her arm and gently spun her around to face me. My hands moved up to cup her face and I brought my mouth to hers. Hailey responded instantly, moving her lips against mine, deepening the kiss by slipping her tongue into my mouth. I drew her lip between my teeth, giving it a gentle nip and causing her to moan into my mouth. I slid my hands down to her waist, pulling her against me so she could feel my excitement growing. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss again. I made her take a step back so that she rested against the edge of his desk, eliciting another moan when I pressed my hips into her again. We continued our heated kiss until we both needed to come up for air.

“Jay…”

Her voice was low and hoarse from our kiss, causing my excitement to become even more obvious.

“All I have been thinking about, for the last two weeks, is sex with you. How much I miss you, how much I need you…”

I accentuated each word with a kiss along her jawline, her nails dragging down my back as I spoke.

“Let’s go home.”

She breathed out, moaning again when I nipped just below her ear.

“I can’t wait that long…”

I mumbled against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her warm skin.

“Okay then, at least the truck…”

She countered, squirming as my hands gripped her thighs from behind, another sensitive area I knew drove her wild.

“Still too long…”

I told her, bringing my hands to the front of her jeans. I popped her button and pulled her zipper down before she tried to swat my hand away.

“Jay!” She exclaimed, eyes bugging out as she looked at me in shock.

“Come on, we’ll be quick.”

I kissed her again, slipping my hand into her jeans and teasing her through her wet underwear. I knew she wanted to protest but I also knew I was making a pretty good argument. I slid one knee between her legs, causing them to fall apart and giving me a better angle. She gripped my neck again, holding herself up as I slipped my fingers around the fabric and slid into her. She let out a breathy moan as I set a fast pace. I felt her hips begin to thrust up into my hand and I could tell she was getting close. I nipped at her neck again, the sweat spot just below her ear and felt her walls clench around my fingers.

“Oh fuck...Jay….”

She panted out as her body came apart. I pressed my lips against hers, muffling the loud moan I knew was coming as she fell over the edge. She whimpered against my mouth as I continued to work her until she came back down. I pulled back to look at her eyes then, seeing a fire burning within them. She looked around the room, looking for somewhere to move this too and I knew she was craving the same thing I was. I pulled my hand out of her jeans, gasping when her fingers made quick work of mine. In a matter of seconds, she had my erection freed and was expertly working her hands up and down my length. She knelt down in front of me and I damn near came right there as I knew what was coming next. I gripped the desk, my hips jerking when her hot mouth swallowed my length. She worked magic on me, setting just the right rhythm and I knew it wasn’t going to be long for me. I tugged at her ponytail, causing her to break the contact and sliding me out of her mouth with a pop. She stood then, face flushed and eyes mirroring mine. I glanced around the room again, desperate for somewhere to finish this. My eyes settled on Voights desk and then quickly glanced to meet Hialey’s eyes. She sent me a look as if to tell me this was a bad idea, but before she could voice her concern I shoved the contents of his desk onto the floor. I looked back at her to see her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I reached over, taking her arm gently and leading her towards the desk. I bent down, effortlessly lifting her onto the surface and then tugged her jeans down the rest of the way. Hailey leaned back on her elbows, her head falling back as I effortlessly slid into her warmth, the feeling alone making me almost lose it. I set a steady pace, trying to drag this out a little longer but her moans were letting me know she was close too. I moved my hand between us, the other gripping her hip bone to hold her steady, and used my thumb to rub circles over her throbbing bundle. Her walls trembled around me and soon she was panting again. All at once, her back arched and her walls clenched around me, milking my own release as I tumbled over the edge right after her.

“Fuck…”

She moaned loudly, unable to control herself. The sound had me repeating her sentiment as we each rode out our high. Once finished, I slid out of her and pulled her up into a sitting position. Her head fell against my chest as we worked to slow our breathing. After a while, we cleaned ourselves up as best we could before working to return Voights desk to normal. Maybe being in charge wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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phony-stony · 5 years ago

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got a moment?

written for @winterironmonth SFW Thursday. Fills out the prompts: TROPE/AU: Forehead Kisses, WORD: Traditions, DIALOGUE SENTENCE: “Where did that bruise come from?”

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It was tradition for Bucky to wordlessly appear at Tony's side while he was in the workshop, which was why Tony didn't even twitch when Bucky's arms circled themselves around his waist. It was, however, not tradition for Bucky to linger—normally he pressed a kiss to Tony's lips and eventually found himself on the couch watching Tony work or paying attention to a movie on his tablet. Today Bucky was definitely lingering, which was doing nothing but threatening to break Tony's concentration. He tried his best to focus on the wires he had in his hands instead of the way Bucky's chin hooked over his shoulder and the scruff of his beard brushing right up against Tony's cheek, but he admitted that the deck was stacked against him in regards to holding out much longer.

And as much as Tony loved it when Bucky got clingy, right now it sucked because he had to get this work done.

"Why don't you take a break?" Bucky said, one of his thumbs rubbing on Tony's hipbone which was just unfair.

"I'm on a roll right now, in a bit?" he tried, knowing that Bucky wouldn't take no for an answer, but also knowing that as soon as he exited his workshop he wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Opting for distracting himself from his boyfriend instead of giving in, Tony turned his full attention back to the gauntlet he was working on, falling into hyperfixation easily.

Tony increased the magnification on what he was working on, nothing in his head other than the repulsor tech he was trying to fix. In the last Avengers fight Tony had admittedly gotten smacked around more than usual, and it ended up with some internal damage to the suit in the form of loose wires and small cracks in some of the more delicate pieces of tech. Tony had been fixing it all morning, but the process was slow and required all of his attention since everything was already so small as well as stuck in impossible to reach places on top of it.

Breathing out, Tony disentangled the tweezers from where they had been in his right gauntlet and inspected the fit of the new part, testing out the connections and trying to find possible weak points. Satisfied in his work, Tony reached out for the next part only to jump in surprise when Bucky's metal hand intercepted him

"Did ya forget about me, doll?" Bucky murmured. Tony knew just from the sound of his voice that there was a wide, fond smile splitting his face.

"Maybe a little."

Bucky's metal hand laced itself with Tony's as he tried once more to reach for his work, and Tony pouted when Bucky leaned back so he was standing straight instead of leaning down against Tony. With his other arm hooked snug around Tony's waist, Tony was dragged backwards with Bucky's movement so Tony was no longer hunched over the gauntlet he had been working on and instead up against Bucky. Tony looked up at him from where the back of his head was now pressed to Bucky's front.

"You're no fun."

"You've been down here for close to eleven hours, Tony, I think you can survive taking a break."

Frowning, Tony glanced at the clock on the wall and hello, it was well past the time that Tony had thought it was. Forget about being here all morning, Tony had been working for most of the day.

"C'mon, I made dinner for us and you need to eat something."

"Let me finish the gauntlet at least?"

Bucky just rolled his eyes and hooked his foot around one of the legs of the wheeled stool that Tony was sitting on. He used the leverage to push Tony around his body 180 degrees so Bucky was now in between him and the suit. The worktable was now definitely out of reach.

"You're absolutely impossible."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately." Bucky's said. Tony watched as Bucky's eyes caught on something and he frowned, the easy-going and happy smile slipping from his mouth. "Where'd that bruise come from?"

Tony followed his line of sight until he spotted a bruise on the outside of his bicep, right underneath the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. Surprised, he tried to think back to what he had done to earn the black and blue mark, but his memory of the day's events was shoddy at best.

"Uh...good question? Sometime after I got out of bed this morning, but I can't remember hitting anything."

Bucky's fingers pinched the fabric of his sleeve and tugged it up and out of the way.

"Jarvis?"

"Sir hit his arm on the worktable seven hours and fifty-eight minutes ago after nearly knocking several tools off of his workstation and trying to catch them. My scanners suggest that it will be healed completely in a few days."

"Thanks, J," Tony muttered as Bucky gave him a look.

"Tony…"

"Even Jarvis said it wasn't that bad, you totally do not get to look at me like that."

"Can't want you to treat yourself better?"

"No."

"Hmm… too bad." Bucky leaned down and brushed a kiss over Tony's forehead. "I don't like seeing you hurt, doll, you know that. Even if it's just your own dumbass self accidentally doing the hurting."

Tony mumbled his indignation into Bucky's chest and he closed his eyes, body trustingly falling almost limp in Bucky's arms. Bucky hadn't pulled away after the kiss, so Tony could feel just the barest brush of his lips as his mouth moved over the words and the rush of his breath. Paired with the close heat of Bucky's body, a hand on the back of his neck and another around his back, Tony couldn't stop his muscles from going boneless.

Let me take care of you whispered through Tony's head, Bucky's words from when they first got together months and months ago.

"What did you say was for dinner again?" Tony asked after a moment. "Carbonara. If you take a shower I'll even have time to make you garlic bread."

"You spoil me."

"Of course I do."

Bucky kissed Tony's head again, almost as soft as their voices were. Tony tipped his head up and Bucky obliged him with a firm kiss on his lips.

Tony found his hands being wound around Bucky's shirt of their own volition, but before anything could get heated Bucky was pulling away with a smile, Tony chasing after his lips for a moment. Bucky locked his hand around one of Tony's and pulled him from the stool, walking them out of the shop.

"No making out until you get something more substantial than coffee in your system."

"Absolutely evil. I hate you."

Bucky's grin didn't dim in the slightest.

"Of course you do, sweetheart."

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poetatertot · 5 years ago

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It’s Not So Bad (In LA): part three

The thing about living with the person you’re avoiding is that there’s no way to avoid them.

Jiang Cheng makes it exactly fifteen hours before Wei Wuxian is in his space again. He does his best to ignore him, but Wei Wuxian isn’t someone you can just ignore. He exists in a perpetual state of noise.

Like a goose, Jiang Cheng thinks, watching him squawk and drop the remote.

“Jiang Cheng, can you get that?”

He looks back at his computer. “No.”

“But it’s closer to you.”

“And you have arms. Use them.”

Wei Wuxian sighs loudly. Jiang Cheng watches him roll off the couch like an undignified slug and wriggle his way towards the remote.

The bridge, a-Cheng. Mend the bridge.

“You know,” he says, testing the waters. God, is he going to regret this? “I might.. Um.”

Wei Wuxian peers up at him from the carpet.

“Lan Xichen,” he tries again. His voice is already sticking in his throat. “He’s very..”

“Handsome?” Wei Wuxian supplies. “Dashing? Eye-meltingly gorgeous?”

Jiang Cheng’s face burns. “Shut up.”

Wei Wuxian sits up so fast he nearly collides with the coffee table. “Oh my God,” he breathes, crawling up onto Jiang Cheng’s chair. “Don’t tell me! You want my help after all? Is this real?”

“Get off of me!” Jiang Cheng smacks at him. “Your breath stinks like shrimp chips!”

“My baby brother is finally coming to me for love advice!” Wei Wuxian cackles gleefully. “Ling-er? Ling-er! Call the press, your uncle—”

Jiang Cheng slaps a hand over his mouth. “Would it kill you not to be annoying for five minutes?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian mumbles behind his palm, and then licks him.

“Forget it!” Jiang Cheng tries shoving his brother off, but Wei Wuxian is an octopus coming in for the kill. He’s holding onto Jiang Cheng tight enough to cut off blood supply. “You’re obnoxious—I don’t even know why I bother!”

“Because you looove mee,” Wei Wuxian sings, grin splitting wide. “I’m your favoritest brother in the whole wide world!”

Jiang Cheng glares at him. “You’re my only brother.”

“I know!”

Wei Wuxian’s laughter rings out around them as Jiang Cheng settles back into the cushions. If he’s not going to move, they might as well get comfortable. Squirming only makes Wei Wuxian more insufferable.

Annoying. But then, wasn’t he always?

Silence settles between them. Jiang Cheng can feel Wei Wuxian’s eyes on him as he surfs the web for a second-hand car stereo, but he won’t break the peace. Cold as he might be, he doesn’t like the distance arguments bring—the awkwardness, the walking on eggshells. It doesn’t suit them.

Wei Wuxian is all he has left, after all.

“I didn’t mean to push,” Wei Wuxian murmurs after a while. They’re both examining a promising model on eBay. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” Jiang Cheng replies. And he technically is. He has a roof over his head. He has a strong nephew with a promising future. He has a job, and a car that mostly works.

“But you could be happier,” Wei Wuxian says, reading his mind. “It shouldn’t always be about surviving paycheck to paycheck. I..” He bites his lip. “I want you to live.”

It hurts. It fucking hurts, needling down into Jiang Cheng’s insecurities and jabbing furiously. Because he isn’t living, is he? This life they share—working, eating, sleeping, Jin Ling’s schedule fit into the cracks—is something, but it isn’t what Jiang Cheng had hoped for. It isn’t what either of them had hoped for.

It takes every ounce of strength to quell his pride. He can’t even look at Wei Wuxian.

“I don’t know how,” he admits. How to move on. How to become the After instead of the Before. How to mend the gaping, infected wound in his heart that’s persisted for so many years.

“Then let me help you,” Wei Wuxian says.

And really, what else can Jiang Cheng do but say yes?

☁️

The plan is simple.

“You didn’t need to come with me.” Jiang Cheng sets Zidian into park, ignoring her wheezing. “I could have done this alone.”

“And chicken out at the last second?” Wei Wuxian snorts and turns around. “Come on, Ling-er. It’s time to get your uncle a date.” Jin Ling salutes from the back seat.

The family meeting they’d had the night before was embarrassing, to say the least. Jin Ling pulled out his poster paper and markers. Wei Wuxian got them meeting snacks. Jiang Cheng had to sit in the armchair—or, as Wei Wuxian renamed it, The Hot Seat.

“So what do we know so far?” Wei Wuxian tapped his marker on his lip. “Any takers?”

Jin Ling raised his hand. “Coach smiles at him a lot.”

Jiang Cheng flushes. “He smiles at everyone! And—why are you helping with this?”

The look Jin Ling gives him is a little too much like Wei Wuxian’s. They really need to stop hanging out alone together.

“Okay, okay.” Wei Wuxian writes down open to approach. “What else? Oh, I know! He seems like he’d be too polite to turn down a date. That has to count for something, right?”

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng grits. “I don’t want to corner him!”

“Nonsense. It doesn’t count as cornering if he wants to go!” Wei Wuxian writes down another point. “And.. let’s see. He asked about you when I picked Ling-er up—”

“He did? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t think anything of it!” Wei Wuxian huffs. “Stop interrupting! You’re not even helping.”

Jiang Cheng sits back, thoughts swirling. “What.. what did he say?”

“I forgot.”

“Wei Wuxian!”

“When can we be done?” Jin Ling asks. “I want to go play with my Legos.”

After a bout of arguing, they move on to approach. Whatever that means.

“Wear that purple shirt I bought you last Christmas,” Wei Wuxian says. “When you ask him. It goes really well with your complexion.”

“And the doggy socks!” Jin Ling chips in.

Purple shirt. Doggy socks. Wei Wuxian stands back looking satisfied—and frowns. “Oh, wait.” He adds another point: Wear extra deodorant.

“Are you saying I smell?”

“I’m saying you’re a hormonal guy!” Wei Wuxian ducks under a thrown pillow. “You get sweaty! It’s a known fact—back me up, Ling-er!”

“It’s true,” Jiang Cheng’s nephew nods. The traitor. “He got all sweaty just looking at Coach.”

Jiang Cheng sinks into the cushions. “You guys are awful.”

But here they are anyway. Thursday morning, packed in Zidian like they’re on a family mission. Jiang Cheng even wore the doggy socks.

“Wait, no,” Wei Wuxian says. “Take a deep breath. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

Jiang Cheng feels like he’s going to pass out. “Is this even appropriate? I mean—he’s a-Ling’s coach!”

“And you’re a handsome guy who’s going to miss his shot after tomorrow! Come on, a-Cheng. Don’t fail me now!” Wei Wuxian explodes out of the car before Jiang Cheng can strangle him. “Ling-er! Grab your backpack!”

They shuffle through the front doors in a pack: Jin Ling at the front, Jiang Cheng in the middle, Wei Wuxian at the back. Jiang Cheng suspects this is so he can’t escape into the bathroom. Not that he would do that. Would he?

Oh god, he thinks. I have to pee.

“Good morning!” Mianmian chirps. Her eyes flit over them. “Oh, the whole crew! How sweet.”

“Good morning Mianmian,” Wei Wuxian sings, because he has no shame. “Your nails are looking lovely today.”

“And so are you!” She winks. “8-12’s are out on the blacktop today. Do you have any questions?”

Wei Wuxian leans in. “Yes, actually. You said Lan Xichen’s been working here for years, correct? Just how long would that be?”

Mianmian taps her pen to one cheek. “Oh, let’s see. He started taking on summer camps while he was still in college, I think? It was three years before I was hired, so that makes it six years now? Yes! Six years.” She smiles. “You can really tell he’s a schoolteacher, watching him work. The kids just love him.”

A strangled noise rips out of Jiang Cheng’s throat. A schoolteacher? The image of Lan Xichen in a sweater vest and tie pops into his brain. What must he look like standing at the board? Grading tests at his desk with his hair falling around him? Rolling up his sleeves to—wait.

Wei Wuxian slides him a little smirk. Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to know what kind of expression he’s wearing right now. “I see. Thanks, Mianmian.”

They make the torturous walk down the hall. Jiang Cheng’s never been so damn sweaty staring at macaroni art in his life. Is this what hell is like?

Wei Wuxian practically kicks the doors open. “Lan Xichen! We’re here!”

I’ll kill him, Jiang Cheng decides. I’ll kill him and then drive Zidian into oncoming traffic.

Coach Lan Xichen has never looked so good. Or has he? Jiang Cheng doesn’t know. He’s the most gorgeous man on Earth as far as Jiang Cheng is concerned, especially in those skinny jeans and that soft blue polo that brings out his eyes, and—is that a headband?

Jiang Cheng really needs to pee.

“I can’t do this,” he hisses frantically in Wei Wuxian’s ear. Jin Ling is already bounding across the blacktop to hug Lan Xichen’s leg. “This is crazy.”

“No, you’re crazy for throwing your chance away!” Wei Wuxian snipes back. “Here we go!”

“No, wait—”

“Lan Xichen!” Wei Wuxian calls. He walks right up, all white teeth and messy hair, and slings his arm around Lan Xichen’s shoulder. Jiang Cheng wants to bury himself alive. “Do you have any plans this evening?”

Lan Xichen, to his credit, doesn’t flinch away. He does give Wei Wuxian a bemused smile like he’s questioning his sanity. “I spend my evenings walking my dog and making dinner. So, yes, if that counts?”

“Wow, Jiang Cheng! Did you hear that? He has a dog!”

Jiang Cheng can’t take it anymore. He runs up, yanking on Wei Wuxian’s other arm. “I’m so sorry,” he manages, tugging furiously. “He’s adopted, I swear.”

Lan Xichen actually laughs. Jiang Cheng’s legs promptly turn to jelly. “It’s not a problem,” he says, smiling. “Do you like dogs too?”

Jiang Cheng nods dumbly. “I—yes. Little dogs. Big dogs. They’re amazing.” Oh god, somebody shut him up.

“Can he come and see yours?” Wei Wuxian butts in. “You know. For dog purposes?”

“What?” Lan Xichen asks.

“What he means—” Jiang Cheng pinches Wei Wuxian’s forearm until he squeaks and jerks away— “is that. Um. Can I..”

I can’t do this.

“Can you..?” Lan Xichen echoes, nodding. He’s so undyingly patient. Jiang Cheng could kiss him.

Do not think about kissing him!

“What I mean is. Um. If you want. Would you..” Jiang Cheng sucks in a shallow breath. “Wouldyouliketogogetcoffeeafterthis.”

Lan Xichen blinks once. Twice. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t catch that. Could you..?”

Forget jelly, Jiang Cheng’s legs are going to disintegrate entirely. Why didn’t he just go to the bathroom?!

“Coffee!” he blurts. “I want to take you to get coffee!”

Silence.

Lan Xichen stares open mouthed. Wei Wuxian looks positively gleeful, all raised eyebrows and poorly-covered giggles. The kids already on the blacktop are all looking over. Jin Ling has his face in his hands.

This is it. Jiang Cheng is going to pack his bags and move to Canada, or maybe Newfoundland, some place where nobody can ever find him ever again, because if he has to take one more second of this he’s going to—

“Alright.”

Jiang Cheng’s internal screaming cuts off. “What?”

Lan Xichen smiles, then: soft, that dangerous dimple appearing, eyes crinkling into two crescent moons. His cheeks are pink and it’s such a nice contrast from the blue shirt that Jiang Cheng is almost distracted by what he’s saying.

“I’ll have coffee with you—although, is it alright that I order tea? I fear coffee and I don’t mix well.”

Lan Xichen could order a pint of vomit and Jiang Cheng would be over the moon. “Yes,” he squeaks. “That’s—um. That’s fine.”

“Excellent.” And then Lan Xichen smiles again, wide and bright like that first day they’d met, and Jiang Cheng is so far gone he’s practically on Saturn. “I’m afraid I have to get back to the kids now, but perhaps we could discuss this over text..?”

Text. Text.

Jiang Cheng pats his pants frantically before realizing it’s tucked into his shirt pocket. “Uh. Here.” He nearly drops it in his haste to pass it over. “You can put your number in as a new contact.”

There’s a moment of suspended reality where Jiang Cheng is watching Lan Xichen use his shitty purple keyboard phone and Wei Wuxian is watching Jiang Cheng have a mental breakdown. Then Lan Xichen is passing his phone back, smiling, and Jiang Cheng really needs to pee, but he’d rather piss himself than break this moment.

“There,” Lan Xichen says. “I’ll be expecting your call.” He nods at Jiang Cheng and then Wei Wuxian, dimple popping. “Have a good day Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian.”

“See you later!” Wei Wuxian chirps with a wink. It’s all Jiang Cheng can do to wave.

They make it through the hallway, out the door, and into Zidian before Jiang Cheng finally realizes he has lungs and needs to breathe. He exhales shakily.

Wei Wuxian beams from the passenger seat. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He flicks on the radio. It’s still staticy and terrible—the new radio doesn’t come for another few days—but soft vocals warble out above the mess, determined to shine through. He begins singing along.

Jiang Cheng smiles into the rearview mirror as he backs out. There’s no need to worry, Jiejie, he decides. Maybe everything is going to be okay.

Wei Wuxian is melodic in a way that once made Jiang Cheng jealous. Now, he can’t help but join in. He has a reason to sing again: a real-life, honest-to-god date with Lan Xichen.

The clouds are burning away to bare blue sky. The trees are all in permanent bloom, green leaves and bright buds in the lazy summer breeze. The world is warm, waiting for Jiang Cheng to join it, and god is he ready to.

It really isn’t so bad in LA, he thinks, and drives home to plan for his date.

Thank you so much for reading! I’ve combined and edited all three parts and added an extra scene (yes, the actual date) on AO3. You can find the linking post here.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #lan xichen #xicheng #mdzs fic #potato writes

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justinsdaysinthedark · 5 years ago

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Post #5 - It's time to freeze the kids

There are a few dates throughout this journey I'll bookmark in life. Today I added another.

"Justin, you have lymphoma."

These weren't four words I'd ever planned on hearing in life but unfortunately, today was the day I did.

What does one think? What does one say? How do you process that sentence? Here I was thinking that I'd built myself up enough and got into the right mind frame. Truth be told, nobody will ever be ready to hear the words "you have lymphoma." Not even me...as strong as I have been during the past two months. I wasn't ready. It hit me like a brick wall.

It was Thursday July 25th, 10:30am. The doctors come into my room for the daily check up. I was sitting in my chair for the first time since having my gall bladder out on Tuesday. Adam, my haematology doctor was there as well as his boss, Michael who I'd dealt with in small proportions. I was by myself, expecting them to tell me the only thing I've heard in the process - "we're still waiting on test results..."

Michael took a seat on the bed next to me and it was at that moment my heart skipped a beat. He'd never done this during his visits. I knew something was about to come. "Justin, you have lymphoma." It hit me. I didn't listen to a single thing he said after that. I sat there. Processing it. Stunned. I asked the doctors to come back when I had dad there, so he could help me process it. I message dad and requested he come in straight away.

I sat there and looked into a blank space for the next half an hour. So many questions running through my mind. A trance. It was a trance I hope you or your closest enemy doesn't have to experience. What's the go from here? Where do I go? Why me? Will I survive? How long left do I have? What about my family? How do I tell them? My friends? What do I say? How do I say it? How do I break the news? Is text message okay to some? I don't know.

10:30 - 11:00 was an incredibly hard period for me and a time in life I wish to never experience again. It is what it is, I couldn't change it from here.

Dad soon arrived and I told him as much as I know. I requested the doctors come in and speak to us both, together. I was already in a better mind space with dad. Somebody I knew. Somebody I could cry to. Somebody I love. It would've been an incredibly hard day for him as well....and mum and Courtney.

By this stage. I'm over the shock. It is what it is. I have lymphoma and it's my turn to beat it.

The doctors came in after lunch and Courtney had fortunately arrived as well to take it all in. At this stage, it is just the preliminary results of the gall bladder biopsy that has tested positive for B-cell lymphoma. That's all the doctors needed to know. They were finally able to prove what they suspected from the get go. I have lymphoma in my stomach region and brain. Final results are due in tomorrow (Friday July 26th) and from there we will make a better plan on what my treatment will look like.

One thing was made certain though, it will involve a mix of chemo and another treatment process to target the cancer in brain. It's hard to put into words my emotions throughout the day. I was certain at this point, relief was definitely somewhere. We're there. We finally have an answer. It is something that can be treated. Let's start it ASAP.

One thing first though. One thing I bet you wouldn't be thinking about because I'll tell you what, I certainly didn't. Chemotherapy slows down and can stop sperm production in males which means I'd be infertile and unable to have kids in the future. I had the option to freeze my swimmers for potential future use IF something goes wrong and I do end up infertile. For somebody like me who loves kids and can't wait to have my own, it was a decision I didn't even have to think about twice. Whilst the potential is there that i may be infertile when the time comes, I'd love to have that option to have frozen swimmers there to try and see if that can yield a child or two. Fingers crossed it won't come to this however you just never know. Just as an FYI, the cost of storage equates to roughly $1/day - cheaper than childcare! I do joke of course....but that is a fact.

In short, I'll know more tomorrow and will blog about my treatment once I have a definitive plan in place.

Moving back a few days. I had my gall bladder removed (obviously) on Tuesday morning after anxiously waiting three days. I could go into specifics and a long story however I won't tonight. Surgery went well despite the fact it took longer than expected. The surgeons expected a quick 45 minute operation however two and a half hours later they sewed me up. This was due to a number of reasons, mostly being they had to make more incisions than first expected (5 v 3) and the incisions were larger than they thought. Additionally, they were aiming to get another biopsy sample near my colon which they were unable to find.

All in all, I'm sore and sorry however am improving each day as expected. Sleeping has been difficult...as has getting up, going to the toilet, walking, showering - all the daily tasks.

How am I doing tonight? I'm tired both physically and mentally. It's been an incredibly big day of news and I look forward to sleeping on it and seeing what tomorrow has in store for me.

Before I leave you, I stated at the start of tonight's blog that I bookmarked a few dates. Today was the biggest yet meaning I've only got two more left - the date treatment starts and the date I enter remission. Bring them on.

Juzz xx

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valenciat91 · 6 years ago

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The Spin Cycle

By V.C. Turner

I slammed the lid down on the washing machine. Hard. Probably not the best idea I’ve had over the past several months, but I did it anyway because the damned thing was acting up and I can’t stand the thought of shopping for another one.

I hate shopping. I really do. I hate it even more when I am forced to do it.

So after fiddling with the dial for the 157th time, and after adjusting the water hoses, and after taking another stab at unplugging it for a while, I decide that the damned thing is a lost cause. I kick it a few times since I know putting a few dents in the casing isn’t going to change anything

I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s lasted for 14 years. It survived college, graduate school and my mistake of an ex-husband, so I guess it’s paid its dues.

For some reason, I pat the lid as if to apologize for the kicking and swearing, then pull out my unwashed clothes and place them in my laundry bag.

Crap. Tomorrow is Monday.

The start of a new work week is less than 24 hours away and I literally have nothing decent to wear.

As if on cue, my phone dings and vibrates in my pocket. The tickle it sends down my thigh is only a reminder that no one else has tickled me there in a very long time.

I pull it out and look at the screen.

Jasmine sent me a message.

She lives down the hall, but I can almost hear my friend laughing at me as I swipe the screen realizing that she probably heard the swearing, banging and kicking from my apartment.

“Ouch! Damn! Stop hurting me, human!” – She wrote, pretending to be my washing machine.

I roll my eyes. She told me to ditch the thing the day I moved into the apartment complex, but I figured it still had some life left in it. And again…I hate shopping.

I text her back.

“You were right. Ding Dong. The washer’s dead. The washer’s dead. The wicked washer.”

I clutch the strings of the bag and wait a few seconds for a reply. She doesn’t respond immediately and I wonder if it’s because she’s cooking another dish that’s going to add another five pounds onto my body.

Jasmine loves cooking: Greek dishes, Italian Dishes, “whatever the hell she can think of” dishes. They’re delicious and addictive. I’m going to go ahead and blame her for helping me add on the freshman fifteen AFTER graduating college. I lost the weight, but it was a struggle.

Please don’t be cooking, Jazz. Please don’t be cooking.

I chant this to myself because all I’ve had today is a banana and two bottles of water.

I stuff the phone back in my pocket and head into the kitchen where I know a cluster of grapes is waiting for me – chilling inside an actual, working appliance.

I open the door, pulling out the plump green grapes, washing them under the cold tap water, and setting them down on a paper towel. This won’t fill me up, but it does give me a chance to savor their sweetness and a few quiet moments while I contemplate dragging my ass down to the basement of our building to do my laundry.

My phone buzzes again.

It’s Jasmine.

“I hope you’re not cooking,” I say aloud to myself before unlocking the device. I refuse to go back up another dress size.

I look at the screen.

“Sorry. I’m making chicken parmesan and some fresh, sautéed vegetables,” she said.

My stomach growls – loudly.

I hate her for this.

Actually, it’s the opposite. I adore the woman, but still she’s not helping my waistline. Internally, I’m begging her not to invite me over so we can gorge ourselves on marinara smothered chicken, vegetables, and wine.

I consider my response text carefully. I don’t want to offend her, but I don’t want to spend the rest of the day feeling bloated.

“Cool. Hey, I’m gonna finish laundry in the basement,” I type back.

I leave the phone on the counter and make my way back to the overflowing hamper I have. I dump its contents into my second laundry bag and begin to question the need for all these clothes to be washed at once since I live on the third floor of a walk-up.

I’m sorting through the laundry picking out the essentials when I hear the phone ring.

I run back and answer it.

“Come on over,” she insists, sounding like she has food in her mouth. Fresh, warm delicious food. Crap. It’s apparently so good she can’t wait to eat it.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” I ask.

She apparently swallows her bite and resumes talking.

“Well, she also taught me to wear a girdle and pantyhose all the time, but I didn’t listen to that advice either,” she points out.

It’s then that I realize I’ve stopped moving. Her soft voice flows through the phone, washing over me. I love it. I could listen to it all day really. She could read the instruction manual to my new TV and it would sound awesome.

Men must love it.

I have no idea why she’s not seeing anyone right now. She’s awesome. She’s this outgoing, smart, petite woman with perfect lips and sparkling eyes. She also has the most enviable body I’ve seen on any woman: the perfect mixture of athletic and curvy.

She’s beautiful and adorable, but what’s cool is that she doesn’t realize it. Well, maybe she does, but she’s not cocky about it at all.

I’m usually very intimidated by beautiful women. I feel so inadequate around them but she’s never made me feel that way. The moment we met, I felt perfectly at ease. We are the same age and have so much in common. Both of us live far from home. Both of us work as professionals in our fields.

We instantly became best friends.

We spend most Thursday nights camped out on a couch with wine, popcorn and the remote close by we can pause a show whenever we go into one of our long discussions.

I love her to death, which is why I hate saying “no” to her for any reason; even a good one.

I do think overeating is a good enough reason.

“Are you that witch from Hansel and Gretel? I keep thinking you’re trying to fatten me up and cook me up for dinner,” I joke.

She giggles and it’s quite infectious actually. I know I’m going to say yes. It’s only a matter of seconds before I do.

“I’m not trying to fatten you up just to eat you,” Jasmine states, “I just like testing new recipes on a friendly audience.”

“Jazz, hon, I can’t eat all that food. I always eat too much when I come over,” I point out. I’m pleading, but it’s not working. Note to self: two gym visits tomorrow.

I hear her humph over the phone. I can almost see her pouting. She really wants me to try this dish.

She likes to experiment.

“Ok, I give in,” I tell her, “But I have to get this laundry done tonight.”

“No problem. Do it over here,” she offers.

“Ok,” I tell her. I’m done resisting her efforts.

I click off the phone and grab a bottle of wine to bring with me. Showing up empty-handed isn’t an option when she’s offering hot food and a working washing machine.

I sheepishly knock on her door and seconds later it springs open. She’s standing there, barefoot wearing a black V-neck top and pajama shorts. I drop my laundry bags just inside her door and hand her the wine.

She frowns while looking at it. I soon realize why.

“Is this the bottle I gave you for a housewarming present?” Jasmine asks.

I bite my lip and look away.

“It is isn’t it?” she continues, raising an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” I tell her.

“I thought you’d used this already for a special occasion,” she said, walking it to the kitchen counter.

“There haven’t been any special occasions,” I said.

She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I’m sorry,” I add, “You still love me though? Right?”

She pretends to be angry with me, walking over with this scowl on her face, but by the time she’s standing in front of me, she’s smiling. She puts her arms around me and gives me a hug.

I really love it when she hugs me. She always gives me those hugs that feel like she hasn’t seen me in forever. It’s a long squeeze where she just pulls me in and holds me there like she’s been missing me for years and we’re finally reunited.

I’m an affectionate person by nature, so I just eat this up. She backs away smiling and shows me the efforts of her cooking. The smells are heavenly. My stomach is happy. My doctor won’t be, but screw her: this looks delicious.

“Why don’t we do a Scandal marathon?” she offers, popping a bite of food in her mouth after we’ve settled onto the couch.

“We’ve seen all the ones from the final season,” I remind her.

She whips out her remote control and turns Netflix on her smart TV.

“Past episodes sweetheart,” she states.

I’m going to be here a while, and that’s just fine with me: friend, food, wine, laundry, and Scandal. Sunday’s aren’t so bad.

We’re covered up with the blanket. The first laundry load is done by the time the first episode is over. I pull it from the machine and load the second batch.

The sun has set, so she draws the curtains and turns on an incandescent light in the back of the room.

The blue light from the large television lights up her face.

I realize I’m staring at her. She smiles before turning to me.

“What’s wrong, something on my face?” she asks.

I tell her it’s her lipstick; that I love the color and want to know what kind it is. She hops up and grabs her makeup bag from her purse. She pulls it out and shows me that it’s called “Ravishing Red.”

I make a mental note of that. I also make a note of the fact that I shouldn’t stare at her too long. It might give her the wrong idea.

We are friends after all.

She snuggles next to me and I realize how much I miss being touched and held. I’ve avoided the dating scene because I just have no patience for finding, training and keeping a man.

Can’t they just come in ready-made packages with all the relationship information located on the side?

I scoot closer to her and after a few minutes notice an undeniable heat building up inside of me. I look down and note our position on the sofa puts her breast against mine. Her nipple is hard. The sensation of it pressing against the side of my breast is making my own nipple hard.

My core floods with heat and begins to tingle. I can’t look at her. I’m just going to ignore it because I know it’s incidental contact, and it’s been a while for me and I just can’t get turned on this easily … And we’re friends.

I exhale slowly and pray the buzzer goes off after the washer is done with the spin cycle. I’ll have an excuse to get up.

The buzzer doesn’t go off.

She places her hand on my upper thigh, but she keeps looking at the television.

I’m getting hotter in places that should not be getting hot with her just touching me like that. But I can feel it. I’m turned on and God I hope she doesn’t notice it. I have nothing on under this oversized T-shirt and only a pair of cotton shorts is positioned between my core the warmth of her hand.

I don’t want to scare her or freak her out.

She is my friend, after all.

The episode ends and she turns to me.

“Hey, did you ever try out that eyeliner that I gave you?” she asked innocently.

I relax a little. I try to tell my body to do the same, but it doesn’t.

“I’m so bad at makeup,” I confess, “I just use the basics. I know I should do more.”

She grabs her makeup bag and I realize she’s going to doll me up. It’s cool because I feel like a teenager at a sleepover.

She sits on the coffee table in front of me and pulls out the lipstick. I scoot forward until we’re eye to eye. She’s good at this – putting on makeup and making things look beautiful.

I trust her.

I hold still and let her apply a thin layer of the lipstick on my mouth. I rub my lips together and lick them a little. I’m surprised it has a flavor to it – tastes a bit like cherry.

I smile.

She pulls out the eyeliner. Ok. I hate eyeliner, but she feels like doing this and I don’t want to stop her because she’s so sweet.

“Come a little closer,” she says.

I tend to back away because, again, I hate eyeliner. I always feel like something is in my eye even though it isn’t.

I close my eyes and tell myself that this time, it’s not going to feel like something crawled under my eyelid.

She holds my face steady. I guess I didn’t realize how much I move when someone does this but –

That’s when I feel it. Not on my eyes, but my mouth.

The action registers after a few long seconds. Her lips are on mine.

She’s kissing me.

I’m shocked, but not enough to pull away because the thing is: I’m enjoying it. Here lips are full and soft and feel amazing as they caress each of mine. I don’t even realize I’m letting out a soft moan, but I do. It feels good. It actually feels amazing.

She’s chest to chest with me, her breasts pressing against mine. It feels so natural to kiss her even though I’ve never kissed a woman before and had no idea how erotic it would be, but that’s what I’m doing now and I love it.

I reach beneath her t-shirt and hope my hands are warm enough so that can touch her skin. I need to feel if it’s as soft as I think it is. The second I make contact, she moans into my mouth. Her hand is on the back of my neck and she pulls me into a deeper kiss while her tongue slips inside to explore my mouth.

Now I’m desperate to touch her even more. She’s not wearing a bra. Thank God!

Her shirt raises a little as I cup her breasts in my hands and caress them gently. She is amazingly soft. Her skin feels like satin – no silk – rubbing against my palms.

Gorgeous. She looks and feels gorgeous. She’s so responsive and now I know how much of a turn on it is to turn on another person – a woman. It’s a thrill I never realized I could experience, much less enjoy.

But here it is.

I feel the urge to kiss her beautiful nipples, but I can’t do it from this position. I hold onto her while I pull us both back on the sofa. She’s straddled across my lap. Her shirt is hiked up and her breasts are only millimeters from my face. I have to do it.

I choose my prize and claim it.

My lips wrap around her nipple and she sucks in a sharp breath of air, and then releases it in a groan of pleasure. Her fingers are running through my hair as I lave at her erect bud with my tongue. The circles I’m making are slow and deliberate – torture for the both of us really. I feel it pebble harder the more I do it. It tickles my tongue and sends volts of electricity through my body.

“I want you,” Jasmine groans, “Please don’t stop.”

She arches into me, so I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer.

My left hand is running up and down her back. I’m sucking on one areola while lightly pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger.

Her breath is coming out in short bursts, fluffing the hair on top of my head.

Her squirming knocks the blanket onto the floor, but I’m too hot and turned on to care because I’m so happy I’m the one making her squirm like this.

I switch to the other nipple and she’s grinding against me. She starts to kiss my ear. I move up to pull of her shirt then kiss her neck.

“Oh my God, it feels so good,” she moans in my ear.

I’m so lost in her that I barely consider what she said, but the words sound so damn sexy coming from those full lips, I can’t help but keep going.

She needs her release and I’m going to give it to her.

I pick her up and lay her on the sofa. I take off my top and climb on top of her. She smells mouthwateringly good. I kiss her ear, her neck, and make my way back to the mouth I’ve envied for years. I bask in the glory of each of her naturally red lips. I suck one into my mouth, run my tongue over it, and then do the same with the other.

I kiss down her stomach until I reach her bellybutton.

I pull her shorts down and notice that she’s not wearing any panties. Her arousal scents the room, and I’m the one making her hot.

Me.

She’s my friend and I’m making her hot and wet and she wants to me satisfy her.

And I will.

I don’t waste any time.

I’ve never given another woman such an intimate kiss. I know what I like, but there’s no guarantee she’s going to enjoy it.

I take the risk and decide to kiss her … there…kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.

I part her lower lips with my fingers and swipe my tongue against her clit. I French kiss her folds – slow and sweet. Her head is tossing from side to side. She’s panting and trying to hold onto something.

She cries out my name as she grinds against my face.

That’s all I need to know.

I gently hold her legs in place, licking under, around, and above her clit. She’s not getting off that easily.

I give long, alternating licks up and down her slit. I hold her tight because I want this to last as long as possible for her. She wants me to make her feel good and I refused to disappoint her.

Her thighs tighten around my ears as she grabs the back of my head and pulls my tongue closer inside her. She’s almost screaming now. She’s chanting something, but I can’t hear it because her thighs are covering my ears.

I can’t believe how hot this is making me.

I bury myself in her heaven. I keep sucking, touching, kissing and licking at her until she lets out a guttural scream of pleasure that I can feel through her whole body. She’s shaking beneath me and I slowly let her thighs fall from my shoulders.

She continues to moan and I look for something to help me clean off my face even though I like that her scent is on me.

I find a hand towel to wipe my face.

She finally opens her eyes. I’m sitting up topless in front of her, grinning and blushing a bit.

She stands up, takes the towel from my hands and pulls me to my feet. She pulls down my shorts and leads me to the bathroom.

“Let’s get washed up,” she tells me in this sultry voice that almost makes me orgasm from listening to it.

She leads me down the hallway.

Scented candles illuminate the large bathroom. As she leans over to turn on the warm water from the shower, I notice how incredible her ass looks. I’m eager for any reason to touch it.

The water heats up. I can’t wait to touch her again. I pull her under the stream with me. We’re soaked. Her skin is against mine. I swear, I’ve never wanted anyone this much. Her bare chest against mine is driving me wild with lust. I pull her up against me, cupping her ass in my hands and confirming one solid truth: it is perfect. I knead the flesh because I need her flesh. She’s hot and wanting. Her sex is rubbing against mine and the friction is stimulating both of us.

She kisses down my neck, pulling my breast into her hot mouth. I search for something to hold onto because I know she can make me come just by rubbing against me and sucking on my nipple.

Her damp hair looks black in this light. I brush it away from her face so I can watch her mouth around me. While I’m looking in her eyes, I feel her fingers slip down between my legs and tease my clit.

My head automatically falls against the side of the shower. I can’t handle this for long. I won’t be able to.

She releases my nipple with a small pop and stands up. She kisses me as I caress her perfect wet body everywhere I can reach.

She lifts up one of my legs, propping my foot up on an empty soap dish. The movement exposes more of my sex to the tender attention of her fingers. She speeds up slightly, as I moan more and more. I bite my lip, but nothing will stop what’s building. I feel like the pieces of a Jenga game, just waiting to topple over any second now.

I close my eyes. I can’t take this much stimulation of all my senses: sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch – God how she’s touching me.

I want to grind against her hand, but I fight against it. I close my eyes.

“No, no, no,” she cajoles, “I want to be looking in your eyes when you come.”

She looks me in the eyes, speeding up because she knows I’m barely holding on. I grab the shower rail just before the first surge of pleasure hits me. I cry out, grinding against her harder and another orgasm hits me, nearly knocking me off my feet.

I look at her when I come. I pull her up into my arms and kiss her again.

We stand there under the water, kissing with hunger and desire until the water begins to turn cold. I find a large towel and wrap it around the both of us. We kiss again and it’s only then I hear it.

The buzzer from the washing machine sounds.

I chuckle.

“I guess the spin cycle’s over,” I say as I kiss her neck.

She moans against me.

“Well,” she says as she pulls me into her bedroom and strips off the towel, “Some spin cycles are just getting started.”

God, I adore this woman.

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hortascountrysidenotes · 5 years ago

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21 Degree difference

The great British climate! this time last week we were sweltering and today, to say it felt autumnal would be an understatement. No wonder nature sometimes wonders what on earth is going on. Leaves are already coming off the whitebeam!

Back to last week. A very strong southerly airstream brought intense heat straight up from Africa and we baked. The Sandringham Flower Show takes place annually towards the end of July, usually the last Wednesday, but due to Royal Commitments (not mine) the date was changed to 24th instead of today 31st and where today would have been perfect for a dog test, last Wednesday was boiling. So PC, you have a lot to answer for! As usual the Sandringham Invitation Gundog Test, set up by Bill Meldrum many years ago, had a good field of 14 pairs. This was Mavis’ first year after Inca “retired” from competition! Our partner this year was Tom Lowe with Harry, who was my partner the first year I was invited. We did much better this year as firstly Mavis was not at all flustered by the noise and crowds and did not take the dummy out of Harry’s mouth and secondly she did each test with great aplomb including the three retrieves from water and we came home very happy not to have come last as in the last two years, but with a very nice little prize for our 10th place of a new water bowl and lead. She also picked up her third place rosette and a bag of dog food for the Tuesday night Training Trophy competition so a good day.

Thursday proved even hotter with Cambridge getting the highest of 38.7 so you can see how hot East Anglia became. The garden survived and by the weekend we were much cooler with storms and a good inch of rain - incredible lightning shows as well which are quite beautiful.

I have managed to do a lot of work in the veg patch now its cooler and am pleased to report that at last we have some Flat Leaf Parsley and Spinach doing well with a tray of lettuce waiting to go out and some fresh cut and come again salad now sown. I have transplanted some Purple sprouting broccoli into the area vacated by the broad beans - hopefully the latter will have “fixed” some nitrogen into the soil before they were pulled up. The sweet peas are still doing well although we have reached the stage where the stalks become shorter and shorter so one has to cut off the next section of stem to get enough to go in a vase. Courgettes and both sets of climbing beans going well so with beetroot and carrots also ready we have plenty of veg while we wait for the next lot of salad to mature. The autumn raspberries are also well under way as is evident by the constant sight of Scout’s tail sticking out from the bushes. She is also permanently picking the small yellow plums which are now falling in the current windy weather. All the dogs love them but I have to try and pick them up quickly as two years ago Scout gave herself cystitis by eating so many and we had a very anxious couple of days!

The borders look OK but still betwixt and between the two best times and I am longing for the Michaelmas daisies and Sedums to show colour. The dahlias and Monardas keep the show on the road, plus the Crocosmia but the latter is getting too big and heavy and will have to be reduced AGAIN - another decision is to remove all Verbascum from actual flower borders and only allow it to seed in the gravel areas where it is half the height. It has squashed my lovely new Kniphofia Tawny Kings and Ceratostigma - only just realised in time and hope I have rescued them. Unfortunately some bindweed has crept into the main border after 30 years of nothing, I have put some white plant labels by the plants where I am seeing it creeping about so in the winter cut back I will lift these plants - an aster, geranium magnificum and the herbaceous clematis, and clear out the root systems so easily visible being white. It is hopeless trying to spray it in the border by training it up a stick as it will simply hit other plants.

It is almost hedge cutting time - the box is growing well from the first cut and subsequent feed - that can be done in September, but now it is cooler we shall have to tackle one of the boundary hedges fairly soon. The holm oaks will have their annual cut in three weeks time and then the beech - it is a loathsome time - hedges, hedges and more hedges! But without them this garden would be a desert due to the wind.

Plenty of pears coming and some apples tho three trees are having a very obvious rest this year - no cookers at all after a glut last year. Time to prune Wisteria if not already done and deadhead frantically particularly the self seeders such as Alchemilla. Have pricked out the three types of Wallflower seedlings - orange red and white - 24 of each and a few spares which should be plenty for autumn containers. Also have just enough white honesty seedlings - I left them outside and something in the mollusc department has had a good go -managed to rescue them just in time.

So back to Mavis - we had an excellent evening’s training in sugar beet organised by Norfolk Gundog Club on Monday - based on a proper field trial but with dummies. Was very happy with Mavis - some excellent help from Craig and Tony (our “judges”) with some good stuff to work on, but overall very good for both dog and handler confidence. We have another one tomorrow night, it is an excellent form of training as really gets the steadiness and marking in place. Next Monday Mavis goes to have her Hip and Elbow checks - this involves a general anaesthetic to allow the vet to put the dog in the correct positions, and if the x rays are good enough they get sent off for official “scoring”. One is looking for the lowest numbers possible - Mavis’ mother has hip scores of 0/0 and elbows the same, her father 2/2 and 0/0 so one would be hoping for something pretty good. But genetics are strange things and there could be a throw back to a gremlin. I have found a sire up in Yorkshire for a spring wedding so really hope all goes to plan. He is yellow and a good strong dog which will get a bit of bone into Mavis and he also has a wonderful temperament. I am excited!

Photographs today are the first flower on the little Buddleia crispa bought at Beth Chatto’s, the beautiful “garden” sea lavender Limonium and Echinops ritro Veitchs Blue

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bolbianddolanhouse · 6 years ago

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BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? read here!

Chapter 3: Itati the Suspect

I have survived 7 weeks now and I want to breakdown a little to help me cope with the stress of midterm projects and exam. Kirishima still doesn’t trust me, Bakugo addresses me by my last name now, Iida is trying to justify his past mistake still, Midoriya is pestering me about lucha libre, Todoroki is about one more ‘senpai’ away from another ass whoopin, I’m still not friends with any of the girls of 1-A and for some strange reason, Tokoyami and I are becoming friends.

-Thursday, in Stats and Strats class with Jin-

“UGH! Ita end my suffering!”

“I can’t, I’m too mentally exhausted to do anything!”

“wonder how Mimi is doing?”

*cut to Mimi in her history class*

“Ok I know Russia is an axis power BUT Putin can still eat my ass”

*cut back to Jin and I in class*

“Oof just 20 more minutes Jin”

“AaaaaHHHHHhhhhh!”

The class joins in on the groans of agony until class gets out. I pack my stuff and think about if I had the mental capacity to go through one more day of that damn hero class before the weekend. I get a text, its from Iida

[Hello Palma-san! How are you feeling? If you ever want to talk about what’s making you sad, I am here for you, ready to listen :)]

“wow Ita, that glasses boy won’t leave you alone huh?” said Jin as we walked out of the classroom.

“ugh he’s just texting me because I cried in the middle of hero class because I was so stressed and I couldn’t hold it anymore”

“oof big mood”

“yea it was so embarrassing I was almost tempted to teleport out to my car to let it out”

“I dunno Ita, kinda looks like that boy likes you”

“hahaha very funny Jin! what makes you say that?!”

“bitch you pretty! and smart,” Jin said, not joking “also he’s like right there, low key spying on us”

I turn to where Jin is pointing and there he was, hiding behind a pillar. Didn’t even try to find a better hiding spot.

“Oh hey Palma-san! and fellow student! I was just um” said Iida very nervously “I was just around”

“you were just around the Intelligence wing?” I said, pinning him to his lies “right around the time Jin and I walk to the parking lot?”

“precisely! um now that I’m here, are you alright?”

Dammit! I got emotionally cornered, I gotta slide in my excuse and leave because I don’t want to talk about it. Before I could even start talking, Jin speaks up,

“Actually, she was going to head home and I’m going to find Mimi and do some hood rat shit” Jin said flashing me that devilish smile. He’s making me talk to him for his own amusement!

“Um yea, I was gonna go home! like, right now, excuse me Iida-san” I said to counter the whole situation “I bet you want to go home too”

“oh then lets walk home together!”

“don’t wait up! Have fun you two” Jin said portaling himself to Mimi. I hated him so much at this moment.

“Sooooo Iida-san, I assume you wanted to talk because of my random crying huh?”

“yes! I was concerned that something happened in your family or somebody said a hurtful comment about you before class and you got sad.”

“well this time is was different”

“oh? how so?”

“when I get really stressed, I cry to let out my frustration or in extreme cases, I throw up”

“stress crying? do you have alot of things to get done?”

“yea BUT once I go home and finish my paper and my portion of project I’ll done and I’ll be much happier!”

As I say that, we reach the parking lot. Then I remembered that he doesn’t know I drive and have a car! It’s been my dirty little secret I’ve kept from everyone in 1-A. Only Mimi and Jin know and they don’t care that I have one but every one else would.

“Um Iida-san” I said softly “can you keep a secret?”

“oh course! you have my word!”

“you have to promise me” I say as I get his chopping hand between my hands “absolutely nobody should know about this! it can ruin me but I trust you to keep this for me.”

He looks at my hands holding his and how warm, soft and small mine were. He brings his other hand to the others and nods, locking in his promise. If he wasn’t so annoying, I would’ve kissed him right then and there, but not today. I take my hand away and reach for the hidden pocket in my coat and take out a set of keys on a wristlet lanyard.

“thats alot of keys” Iida said softly like I had no business having so many keys.

I then flip to my car key and point it toward the parked cars and click on the unlock button. A tan colored Jeep beeps and flashes its lights in response. Iida’s eyes widen.

“you have a car?!”

“yea I got special permission not only bring the car over from America but also get a Japan drivers license” I say as I pull out my drivers license.

“wow, what a strange and unique life you’re living” He says in amazement as he looks inside my car “your secret is safe with me!”

“I’m glad I can trust you with this” I say with a warm smile of relief.

We say our goodbyes and part ways to go home. I finish my work just in time to have 5 hours of sleep, which is the most sleep I’ll get in the school week. I prep my outfit for my civilian clothes conceal and carry midterm and sleep. I wake up feeling like lechuga, fresh and pretty. I get to school and do my thing, I feel like I passed my midterm but barely.

-walking down the hero wing-

“I’m telling you All Might! She has incredible power that she’s undermining” said Midoriya to All Might “I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to be a hero”

“Young man I’ve heard of her and while Midnight didn’t tell me all the details, I want to meet this brave young lady” All Might exclaimed “shes a hero in her own respect!”

I’m listening to all this as I turn the corner and think great another group against my decisions that I didn’t make for myself. Oof.

“Look thats her!” As I’m mid-sip of my coffee.

“Oh! Hello fellow American! I’m All Might, pleased to meet you”

I chug my coffee in dominance, “And I’m a hot dog wrapped in a burrito, Katya” I said to confuse the two before teleporting to class.

-inside the classroom, while the All Might and Midoriya encounter-

“I still don’t trust her bro” said Kirishima to Denki and Sero.

“I don’t see how her being intelligence makes them untrustworthy” said Sero

“Yeah! she’s so nice and did you see her put Midoriya in a submission knot yesterday?! so powerful too!” said Denki

“Can’t you see you knuckle heads! she’s a spy to gather information about us for an outside source!” Kirishima said “why would somebody clearly powerful enough to take down the class sitting down and smart enough to gain the trust of the pro heroes, be in this school?”

“you know what, now that you mention it, she’s always with those two other kids.” said Sero “the big Russian one and the thin one with the portal quirk”

“they’re in on it too! The Russian is the guard and lookout, the thin one is the transporter, and Palma-san is the messenger and assassin.”

“Guys you’re being absurd!” Iida cut in the conversation “Palma-san is just a student here, willing to learn, like the rest of us!”

I teleport in. And I sigh that there’s still people that won’t leave me alone. I turn to walk to my desk and I see everyone staring at me, and I don’t understand why.

“um hi everyone!”

“you look so...”said Aoyama

“CUTE AND PINK!” squealed Mina as she ran up to me for a hug.

Oh right! I wasn’t wearing my uniform! I was wearing my pink pom-pom dress with pink iridescent long sleeves and jelly boots to match. I get alot of compliments as I get to my seat, Kirishima was eyeing me as I moved. I’ve gotten use to his staring, I wasn’t hiding anything. Class starts and we take our midterm, easy peasy for me!

“you can leave if you’re finished with your exam Palma-san” said Aizawa as I got to the front to turn in my exam.

“oh are you sure? Is there no lesson after or announcement?”

“well, there is an announcement but it doesn’t affect you if it’s opposed” he said while looking over my test, “come by after school to the classroom to see if it got opposed or not”

“okay, Ill do that, thank you”

I get my things and make my way to the Intelligence wing, I wonder what the announcement was? I catch a glimpse of a tall man in a yellow pantsuit, fuck its American stereotype man. I teleport before he could see me, little do I know that I was being watched and followed by Kirishima.

“what is that girl up to?” Kirishima thinks out loud, “what kind of person doesn’t want to be around All Might?! A person that doesn’t want to get caught with their facade!”

He heads back to class and I wait for Mimi and Jin to get out so we can eat and plan out the weekend. There’s going to be an Intelligence student kick back on Saturday and we need to coordinate. We eat, plan and go about the rest of our day.

“Ok I’m heading to the hero wing, see yall tomorrow”

“wait why?” said Mimi, unwrapping her hard candy.

“Because she’s meeting up with her glasses wearing Prince~” taunted Jin.

“eww no! I have to meet with sensei” I retort, though I don’t mind the idea of Iida being my boyf, he’s changed since our incident.

I part ways with Mimi and Jin to head to the classroom. I remembered yesterday’s events and how he looked at my hands, his hands were warm and his gaze was soft and-

“Well! look who’s here!” said Kirishima, breaking my train of thought.

“oh Kirishima! you startled me” I exclaimed “I was on my way to the-”

“save it, spy!”

“Spy?”

“DON’T PLAY DUMB I know why you’re here, you’re a spy sent by the highest paying villians to take down our hero school”

That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“I don’t know what kind of movies you’ve been watching but I’m just some foreigner that barely made it in” I calmly said “if you would excuse me, I have to talk to Aizawa sensei”

“I don’t trust you, Palma-san, or your friends” he said as I walked past him.

I get to the classroom and Aizawa asked that if I’d like to participate in the Sports Festival as a competitor. I politely decline the offer as I am not interested in taking part. I then head to my car and I see Iida, waiting for me.

“So what did you say?”

“oh, I said no thank you” as I unlocked my car.

“what?! why? its such an honor that you even got the invite”

“yes I understand that but I’m more of an observer during these things, I’ll be rooting for you”

“I see, well, have a restful weekend Palma-san” he said “you look very lovely in pink.”

I tried so hard not to blush and think about that comment all evening. It’s not like he WANTS to be my boyfriend, he’s just trying to be nice because I’m struggling emotionally. Yea, thats it! It has too!

*cut to Iida talking to his brother*

“I like her Tensei but I don’t know how to tell her I want to BE MORE than friends”

“Tenya I don’t know what to tell you! I don’t have a girlfriend either” said Tensei “maybe if you just leave flowers with a note confessing she’ll get the hint?”

“Its worth a try, I can’t contain my feelings for her like this much longer,” Iida said, trying not think about her “is it wrong of me feel like I found my wife?”

“those are some strong feelings, but if you don’t speak up and treat her right, you could lose her to somebody else.”

*cut back to me getting ready for bed*

The weekend plays out so well with chores getting done in the day and partying it up saturday night until sunday morning. Like we planned, Jin portals us to a Mcdonalds then home. I get home and I’m a mess but happy that I didn’t stay in. Sunday was my rest day and I got my work done for the next day, the start of the chillest week of the semester.

-Monday, in the 1-A classroom before ethics class-

Iida is taking out a folded note with ‘Palma’ on the front in his best handwriting. Today was the day he was going to confess but was extremely nervous. He takes out the iced coffee from his bag and stands up to walk to my desk. Others notice him,

“I didn’t know you drank coffee Iida-kun” said Midoriya

“oh no, its for um, Palma-san” He said softly.

“You got her a coffee? You lost a wager too?” Todoroki said confused.

“I didn’t, I got it for her because I wanted to” he said “she deserves a treat after a very stressful week last week.”

“ok then so-” said Hagakure, snatching the note from Iida’s hand “what’s this? Looks to me a confession note.”

“Please don’t-”

“oh WOW it is! You really like her! How romantic of you to get her coffee and ask her for a coffee date in the note.” said Yaorozu.

“please don’t say anything! I want her to feel not pressured to like me back, I care about her feelings and freedom of choice.”

As he got the note back and shakily made the walk to my desk, I walk in.

“Hi everyone!” I say in high energy.

I walk over to my desk and see Iida holding the coffee.

“oh I didn’t know you drank coffee Iida-san”

“Oh yea this,” he blanked out for a moment, “yea I drink coffee all the time.” He then opened the top of the drink and chugged it right in front of me. Everyone else that knew what was supposed to happen, looked in shock and face palmed that he didn’t go for it.

“Delicious cold caffeine, my favorite!” he said after chugging the drink.

“oh cool, I learn more and more about you everyday” I say smiling, not knowing what’s going on.

“Hey you have the-” Tokoyami said turning around when I sat down.

“You know I do” I say taking out a bag of sunflower seeds, “here you go.”

“I didn’t know you and Tokoyami were like that” said Mina like she was trying to cause something.

“Ha no, I had some sunflower seeds a few days back and didn’t know he was in the tree I was sitting under and he saw the seeds and sent dark shadow to snatch a few. He really liked them and I said I would give him a bag when midterm week was over.”

“These seeds are American brand! And they come in interesting flavors” exclaimed Tokoyami, opening the bag and getting a handful.

Class started and it was chill with just some workbook problems. Iida wasn’t feeling the best, mostly because of that iced coffee. Class ends and Iida stays behind a bit to talk to me.

“Hey Palma-san! Are you going to go eat with your friends?”

“Yea probably”

“Can a join?”

“let me ask them real quick” I then go to the hallway and start singing All Star from Smash Mouth. I stopped to hear if Mimi or Jin sang back in response. Silence.

“they said no”

“How do you know they said no? Or if they even heard you?”

a portal suddenly appears.

“I heard you were talking shit about me and-” Mimi and Jin said in unison, heads poking out of the portal.

“We have a lil system in place, for yes or no’s, danger, escapes...you know the important stuff” I say as I climb in the portal.

We portal away and Iida is left standing there and thought about how the hell he’s going to confess if he blanked out just trying to set up for it. He goes to find Tokoyami since he’s the only other person in the class thats close with her.

“Tokoyami!? Are you out here?” Iida yells in the school patio.

“Yea Iida-kun? I’m in the tree with the hole” said Tokoyami perched in the tree with the bag of sunflower seeds Ita gave him in class.

“oh?! um hey question, since you’re so close with Palma-san, what do you know about her?”

“I’m not that close to her, she likes to pet dark shadow, she speaks spanish, she lives near me, ummmm she likes dark chocolate.”

“wait. You live near her?”

“yea, I saw her at the Sunday farmers market in the plaza a few weeks ago,” Tokoyami said with a mouthful of sunflower seeds “and as I was leaving, so was she and I saw her walk to some apartment complex half a block away from where I live.”

“Hmm... She didn’t see you that day?”

“Nope, she was alone and I don’t know how much she pays to live in that complex! It’s gated and heavily guarded that I was scared to be on the same side of the street!”

“that does seem a little odd” said Iida, now wanting to know more about her situation “thank you Tokoyami, sorry to disrupt your lunch hour.”

Iida walked away with more questions than answers. He remembers what Kirishima said about her and her friends being a spy group. He didn’t want to believe it was true but with her habits, systems with her friends, her avoidance of All Might and sudden appearance in the school system; it was strongly suggested that she could be running an inside job. It bothered Iida all day until after school, where he waited at her car.

“Oh Iida-san, you’re here!”

“yes um I wanted to ask you something”

“oh what is it?”

Frick, Iida thought, I don’t know if I should ask if she’s a spy or confess!

“I- I was going to ask if you wanted to study with me after school- on um FRIDAY!” Iida panicked to make up something.

“Oh sure, I have no plans after school friday.”

“Great! I was needing some help with English, Mic-sensei doesn’t make sense sometimes”

“cool, I believe that hehe, where at?”

“would it be alright if we studied at your place?” Iida said hoping she wouldn’t pick up on an alternative motive.

“Sure, I haven’t had a guest over since I first moved here”

“Then I’d be honored to break that streak”

-Fast forward to Friday-

School lets out early due to preparations for the sports festival. Before meeting up with Iida; Ita, Mimi and Jin hatch a plan in case things get bad.

“ok review plan team!”

“Jin is going to portal himself and Mimi to inside my apartment before I go meet Glasses”

“I will send the dog emoji text to Ita to confirm that we are in the apartment and in position”

“Jin and I are going to be positioned in the extra room, ready for any signal to deploy action in civilian clothes that we sent with Ita yesterday along with food ration for the hours of confinement”

“I will give the signal when we enter and when he leaves”

“and if everything fails and/or we get caught?”

“Jin and I will do the fake-out make-out and do a pretend fight”

“ok everything is planned out” I say as I put on my pink sunnies “time to deploy operation KEEP ITA’s STUDY SESSION SAFE, code name KISSS”

They portal out as I head to my car, unknowingly aware that Kirishima was listening to us the whole time.

“I KNEW THEY WERE UP TO SOMETHING!” Kirishima thinks out loud “I have to warn Iida that he’s in danger.”

He texts Iida

[Hey, what are you up to?]

[I am meeting with Palma-san to study]

[About that, you’re in danger.]

[What are you talking about? How is it dangerous to go study at somebody’s house?]

[I just heard her and her friends hatch a plan that involves you]

[What did you hear?]

[They said that they’re going to hide out in the apartment and wait for the signal to ambush you. They have backup plans and everything!]

[I’m not backing out on her, we are already on the way to her place]

[BE CAREFUL, text me when you leave. If you don’t I’ll assume the worst and contact the authorities]

[I’ll do that much, thank you for your concern Kirishima]

[👍]

“Who’s texting you so much?” I said as we pull into the apartment parking area.

“Oh it’s Kirishima”

“oh? That boy thinks he has everything figured out about me” I say as I turn off the car. I then I get a text, its Jin

[🐶🐕🐩]

“who’s texting you?” Iida said suspiciously.

“its Jin, he sends me the dog emoji to let me know he got home”

“oh what good friends you and those two are!”

We walk up to my apartment, Iida sees all the guards and lower rank heroes patrolling the perimeter. It rises his suspicions but he really hopes that it’s not true. I open the door and he’s hit with the smell of lavender, lilies and sage.

“I adore that scent, are those fresh flowers?”

“oh glad you noticed, they are” I say as I flip on the light “I buy my flowers from this farmers market down the street.”

“Oh? Well you have good taste, your place looks very bright and clean.”

“Thank you, may I offer you something to drink? Water? Coffee? Pressed Juice? TEA?” I said trying to tie in the signal with conversation.

“Pressed Juice please! What kind do you have?”

“This weeks blend is watermelon, cucumber and lemon.”

I give him the juice and I pray to God that nothing goes wrong. I have the strongest urge to just take off my bra because I’m home, I have to change to check on Mimi and Jin. Lucky for me, you can’t see my bedroom door or if I have an extra room so I can easy go to my room and check on them.

“Here’s your juice, feel free to get some snacks from the counter and get comfy, I’m going to change out of my uniform real quick.”

“Oh ok I’ll just take out the materials”

I dash to my room and get nakey and slip on clean shorts and spiderman t-shirt my mom sent me recently. I teleport in the extra room to check on Jin and Mimi, they’re ok and are ready for anything. I teleport back to my room and walk out to the living room to see Iida looking at the picture of Mr. Muffins on my counter.

“Ok I’m back, what did you need re-explained again?” I say to get things started.

“Oh yea I needed help with adverbs-” he said while turning to me and caught a glance at my shirt, “I didn’t know you were a fan of Spiderman?”

“huh, oh! I’m not, its just a shirt that my mom sent me”

“So how is his hero work? Does he travel to other parts of the United States?”

I forget that pro hero culture is a real thing outside of the US.

“uh Spider Man isn’t a real hero, he’s just a comic book character” I say breaking the news as nicely as I could, “but Batman is a real thing!”

“He’s not real? Then why glorify him like he is?!”

“You could say the same about certain anime characters” I say trying not to say the forbidden word.

We get to studying and I get help with some of the hero course lessons that I slacked in. I keep worrying about Mimi and Jin but it seems like nothing is wrong, yet.

“So I heard from Tokoyami that you speak Spanish? Is it true?”

“He told you? well duh of course I do”

“It’s just so impressive! You know english and Japanese plus Spanish?! I can barely understand english language rules” he said passionately “You truly are a rarity to behold.”

I blush really hard “oh uh thank you but really, it’s my culture that makes me this way”

He sees that I don’t want to talk about myself, he puts his hand on my hand. His heart starts racing and ,even though you can’t hear it, so does mine. Quickly somebody say something before I do something stupid like kiss him or ramble!

“I really want to know more about you so I can be your friend” he said squeezing my hand slightly “I want to be somebody you can depend on outside your program.”

I calm down a bit, phew he just wants to be my friend. I know I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship but I also absorb any and all physical affection. Iida was internally screaming because he didn’t mean to say friend, he meant to say hero. As in being her man and hero to protect her always. It was too late to fix what they said now. So Iida stayed a bit longer then headed out. I gave the flickering lights signal to say that he left and they can come out.

“Oof Ita can’t believe all this just to get friend zoned”

“press F to pay respect”

“F” we all say in unison.

Meanwhile, Iida is walking home, lamenting that he messed up his intentions. He then remembers to contact Kirishima,

[I just left her place]

[And what happened?]

[nothing, we were just studying]

[They probably were trying to get information before they attack]

[I don’t know what the truth is, but it’s inconclusive]

[You’re just saying that because you like her]

Iida stops responding, he was half right. There’s nothing they can do but just sit and wait for something to happen. One thing is still bothering them about Ita, Why is she here, alone?

-End Chapter 3-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 3 #will update regularly #not canon #ask me anything

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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 7 years ago

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@dknc3, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Darla!!!!! :D I hope you’re having an awesome day with your family!! I hope you have a great year, full of bright and good things – have fun today and tonight, and every other day :)

I knew I wanted to do something Star Wars related for you as a present, still including Ned and Catelyn too, of course :) I thought of going full on and doing a crossover, with them as Jedi or in the Rebellion or Resistance; and then I reread this very cute short story, Kindred Spirits by Rainbow Rowell and I planned to do them meeting in line to see (probably) Phantom Menace; but then I went with this!! Also, I have no idea if this is how early screenings happen or critics invitations, so sorry if that’s completely wrong…but I just wanted to do something fun and cute and very Star Wars related!!!

I really hope you enjoy this!!! And once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Catelyn was positively giddy. She had been waiting for this since it was announced five years ago and Ned couldn’t hurry up – if they were late, she was going to honestly kill him. When Ned finally appeared, she couldn’t help but laugh and forget all thoughts of kiling him.

“It still fits!” she exclaimed, surprised. She hadn’t seen that one since they waited in line, for five days, for the premiere of The Phantom Menace, after dropping their children through their various uncles and aunts (and sadly that had been the last line they had made it too). They thought about doing it this year, only Rickon lived at home and he could have stayed home alone, but neither Ned nor Catelyn really believed they could survive five days sleeping on the street.

“Actually, Sansa redid it a bit,” Ned finally answered, showing her the fixed seams.

“You went to see our daughter without me,” Catelyn complained.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that. It was back in October when she was home.”

“She kept it a secret for two months,” she murmured to herself as they moved into the room.”

“A surprise,” he reminded her.

“You still look great as Luke,” she said tracing her hands through his hair and beard that threw off a bit the boyish looks of Luke. But the beige clothes were still the same.

“Probably going to look more like nowadays Luke than the one from back in the eighties.”

“It premiered in 1977,” she said and he smiled at her with a knowingly smile. “I still can’t believe he wasn’t in the trailers,” she said.

“We all know that Han and Carrie were everything you needed,” he told her with a smile.

“Han is Han,” she said.

“I remember your vows, Catelyn.”

“Shut up,” she said with a laugh. “Come on, before we lose anything.”

“How do we get in?” he asked her.

“We need to sign something about not talking about the movie, about not posting anything online.”

“Do they know I can’t even do facebook or that tweety thing?” Ned complained.

“I told them that, still need to sign it. And now they are confused about what we’re doing here – you will be the oldest in costume.”

“The kids call it cosplay now,” Ned said, having learned the word from Sansa as she fixed his clothes – she told him she had helped Arya with a few.

“Come on,” Catelyn said, pulling on his hand, and avoiding the weird looks from the other people around who didn’t understand how these two non-critics had made it to an early showing of Star Wars: The Force Awakens.

Arya had gotten them the tickets. Her roommate did some things on the youtube, with reviews and had been offered tickets – he had already taken others, Arya couldn’t take them since she had a test tomorrow, so she sent them to them. Arya would go see it with her boyfriend, Gendry, on the day it premiered – Thursday night. Catelyn had also another viewing booked for then; she was going with Elia, who was the first girl she ever met that love Star Wars as much as her, back in college, before they could imagine themselves working together – they were going with a few more gals from work, a true girls night.

Then another viewing in the weekend, all the kids were coming home, some with friends. Arya still wasn’t sure if she was bringing Gendry (he was a Star Wars virgin before this month that Arya spent showing him everything), Sansa still had to confirm how many people she was bringing, and Bran was definitely was bringing the Reed twins (Catelyn was sure they probably have had watched it before the weekend – Howland did some of the lines with Ned back in the day).

“Aegon Targaryen, the ‘Young Griff’,” the kid in the entrance of the viewing asked, checking his papers and what they signed.

“He’s my daughter’s roommate,” Ned said through greeted teeth – he still didn’t like his daughter living with a guy. Catelyn still thought it was better than living with her boyfriend – she didn’t want Arya into something too early, even if she and Gendry seemed to be in for the long haul, especially if he ended up liking the Star Wars movies.

“Okay. Go in, lady, Luke,” he said, showing them in.

Inside the theatre, they found most people still talking to each other, seeming that everyone knew one or the other, hopefully they would be quiet when the movie started.

Ned and Catelyn took some of the last free seats, too close to the screen to be the best, but they were still watching it earlier. As it didn’t start, they talked about their hopes for the movie – they had been heavily debating about who these new characters were (Sansa kept pleading someone is related to Obi Wan Kenobi, but it may be because she loves Ewan McGregor – he and Princess Leia were her favorite things about Star Wars and what kept her watching), but they weren’t as sure as their oldest daughter.

Catelyn was in the middle of her rant about how she really needed to see Leia using a lightsaber like she did in the books that are no longer canon, the lights went off and the epic musical started. Catelyn squeezed Ned’s hand, and for a few minutes she thought she totally should have dressed as Mara – Ned was definitely her Luke.

#dknc3 #asoiaf fic #gotfic #ned x cat #ned x catelyn #cat x ned #catelyn x ned #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #fanfic #fic #ned stark #catelyn tully #catelyn stark

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thechasefiles · 5 years ago

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The Chase Files Daily Newscap 7/10/2019

Good Morning #realdreamchasers. Here is your daily news cap for Monday, October 7th, 2019. There is a lot to read and digest so take your time. Remember you can read full articles via Barbados Government Information Service (BGIS), Barbados Today (BT), or by purchasing a Daily Sun Nation Newspaper (SS).

ALL CLEAR GIVEN FOR SHARON TO REOPEN – Classes for all students at the Sharon Primary School will resume tomorrow. A statement from Deputy Chief Education Officer, Joy Adamson said, the school has been cleaned and remediation work completed. Adams said that the Ministry of Health and Wellness has given the all clear for classes to recommence at the school's compound. The Senior Education Official also gave an update on the The Maria Holder Nursery School. She said the school has been in session for one week and there have been no adverse reports from students or members of staff during the week. Preliminarily air quality tests have been conducted by a private firm at both the Maria Holder Nursery and Sharon Primary schools and no alarming levels of particulate matter were detected. There will be continued monitoring around these two schools by three Ministries, the Ministry of Education, Technological and Vocational Training, the Ministry of Health and Wellness and the Ministry of Labour.(DN)

SPENCER: TREAT TEACHERS’ UNIONS EQUALLY – THE BARBADOS UNION OF TEACHERS (BUT) is crying foul over what it says is the way teachers’ unions have been treated. Speaking on Voice of Barbados’ Brass Tacks Sunday, president Sean Spencer told the call-in radio programme yesterday that they had been discriminated against for a number of years, and that needed to change. “You have a case where the board at Erdiston Teachers’ Training College has two seats reserved for the principals’ bodies – the Barbados Association of Principals of Public Secondary Schools (BAPPSS) and the Association of Principals of Primary Schools (APPS). “There is no provision for either of the two teachers’ unions. This is 2019 and the college was established in 1948,” Spencer lamented. As another example, he said while BAPPSS got financial backing, they received not one red cent to travel to the Caribbean Association of Principals of Secondary Schools meeting held earlier this year in St Vincent. “All 21 principals would have been sponsored by the Ministry [of Education]. When the BUT travelled to the same St Vincent, there was no such provision for sponsorship.” (DN)

AKHNATEN WANTS TO YAP WITH THE YOUTH – Akhnaten Burrowes has an effervescent personality. He’s also the life of any party. Spend even five minutes with the 22-year-old and it’s bound to rub off. But this was not always who he was. In fact, finding himself has admittedly been his greatest struggle. “From young it was hard. I used to go into parties and worry about what people would say when I do too much. But now I say, ‘You’re doing too little’. I’m very extra in a good way. It was a journey but when I surpassed caring what others thought about me, the rest was history. I’m glad I got past it. “I don’t care what other people think. I don’t believe in posing. I would go to any party and I don’t care who is there; you can guarantee that I would be having a good time,” he said while doing one of his signature poses. He told EASY Magazine during an interview at Sweetfield Manor, Brittons Hill, St Michael, that he prided himself on always having good vibes and being someone who made people feel good about themselves. “I was always outgoing. That’s all I know how to be. Having good energy around you is very important. When life gives you lemons or limes, you make lemonade. So rather than dwelling on the negative too much, I try to dwell a lot on the positive.” He added: “I would realise that I would have random conversations with people and they would really enjoy the conversations and appreciate the advice. It made me feel good to know that I could make someone else feel much better about themselves and make them feel happier. “Sometimes a person feels better when they know someone else is going through the same thing as them, so they’re not alone. A lot of people aren’t authentic and honest to say they do go through problems and have things that make them feel unhappy or uneasy or miserable. When someone else can relate to you and make you feel more comfortable, then this journey is easier. We really do need each other to survive,” he stressed. (DN)

OPTIONS TO JAIL – ANKLE MONITORING and electronic surveillance are being explored by Government as some of the alternatives to simply locking up people at Her Majesty’s Prisons Dodds. Speaking at a Barbados Prison Services anniversary church service at Ellerton Wesleyan Holiness Church, St George, yesterday, Minister of Home Affairs Edmund Hinkson said something had to be done to help reduce the prison population. “The reality is that we have too high a number of reoffenders . . . . over 60 per cent. About 40 per cent of that is those who commit a crime within six months or so after coming out of prison. “A lot of these are related to drug offences and we are trying to address that at a societal level. There needs to be discussion on alternative sentencing such as ankle monitoring and electronic surveillance,” he told the gathering. Hinkson said the prison, which was built to house 1 250, now had 800 inmates and he was looking to cut down that number, as the alternatives came with a cost. (DN)

ALI WINS GOLD IN WOMEN'S 100M HURDLES – The United States stormed to a gold and silver finish in the Women’s 100 metre hurdles at the IAAF World Championships in Doha, Qatar. Nia Ali produced a personal best time of 12.34 seconds to win the race ahead of fellow American Kendra Harrison, who clocked 12.46 seconds. The favourite Danielle Williams of Jamaica settled for the bronze medal in 12.47 seconds. (DN)

PETROLEUM PRICES DOWN – The retail prices of gasoline, diesel and kerosene will decrease, effective midnight Sunday, October 6. Gasoline will be adjusted from $3.81 per litre to $3.65 per litre, which represents a decrease of 16 cents; the price of diesel will drop by 1 cent, from $3.02 per litre to $3.01 per litre, and kerosene will go from $1.35 per litre to $1.31 per litre, a reduction of 4 cents. These price adjustments are in keeping with Government’s policy of allowing retail prices to be reflective of those on the international market. (BGIS)

FOGGING SCHEDULE FOR OCTOBER 7 TO 11 – The Ministry of Health and Wellness’ fogging programme will continue in five parishes next week. On Monday, October 7, the St Andrew districts to be fogged are Savannah Road, Shorey Village, Worrell’s Road, Belleplaine, Ermy Bourne Highway, Lakes Village, and the environs. St Peter will be treated on Tuesday, October 8, including Speightstown Bypass, Queen Street, Bovell Road, Mango Lane, Chapel Street, Gooding Alley, Major Walk, Sand Street, Church Street and nearby districts, as well as Mile-and-a-Quarter, Olton Road, Ashton Hall, Clarkes Road, Corbins Road with Avenues, Greaves Road, Reservoir Road, Millionaire Road and surrounding areas.On Wednesday, October 9, the St Lucy and St Peter districts of Checker Hall, Checker Hall Development, Rock Hall Road, Fustic Village, Sutherland and the environs, as well as Gills Road, Around the Town, Farm Road, Niles Road, Farm Tenantry Road, Burma Road, Battaleys, and surrounding districts will be treated. Areas to be fogged in St George on Thursday, October 10, are Rowans Park, Rowans Park South, Thorpes Cottage, Walkers Park East, Walkers Close and neighbouring districts. The team will be in St James on Friday, October 11, to fog Cemetery Lane, Mayhoe Avenue, Cordia Avenue, Flamboyant Avenue, Palm Row and the environs, as well as Paynes Bay, Laynes Road, Holders Hill, Chapel Road and surrounding areas.Fogging will take place between 4:30 and 7:30 p.m. each day. Householders are reminded to open their doors and windows to allow the fog to enter. (BGIS)

There are 86 days left in the year Shalom! Follow us on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram for your daily news. #thechasefiles #dailynewscaps #bajannewscaps #newsinanutshell

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andrewuttaro · 6 years ago

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New Look Sabres: GM 76 - OTT - Not Happy

Do the Buffalo Sabres hate me? Monday night I’m here bearing my heart in a post following a loss defending this club like I believed they weren’t as bad as their results may be showing right now. Then that club goes and lays this egg. The worst team in the league, by standings and draft odds at least, just whopped the Buffalo Sabres 4-0. If it weren’t for all the comments from ownership then I don’t think I would be able to write a full post for you today. This crap… I couldn’t get through the highlights… this crap is unacceptable. But that’s the thing here isn’t it? How many nights have we said this is unacceptable? Barring the tank and Eichel’s rookie season there have been three straight seasons of total underachievement. We call it unacceptable, they call it unacceptable; it was all so unacceptable we chased Ryan O’Reilly out of town over it as if that would help! Three years of this unacceptability! We’ve gotten every kind of disappointment in that time. We got the season that started hopeful and ultimately didn’t move the team forward resulting in a player revolt and a coach’s firing. We got a season that was flaming trash from the start that only had the redeemable factor of winning a Draft lottery after it. Now we have the bait season in which we were all convinced this awful pattern had changed before we got yet another historic collapse! The Sabres can’t be bad next year purely because there can’t be any reruns! What is it going to take? Some of us think Terry and Kim don’t want to fire Housley because they don’t want to be paying another guy not to coach. CAN YOU BLAME THEM? Last offseason we accepted we need better players and it would seem, purely from a talent-on-the-roster perspective, that this season involves a better team. DOES IT? Is another coaching change going to help? It didn’t last time. I suppose you can get two bad ones in a row but dear lord, what is it?

Obviously we’re not doing a game recap today. The only thing from the game I want to revisit is that Anthony Duclair apparently plays for the Ottawa Senators now. I have a soft spot for that player from his New York Rangers days way back when. I hope you’re keeping your head up on that last place team, Anthony. That last place team that can beat the Sabres! Oh my God, what is it with this team!? They’re so bad that they make you question if the good things you see time to time are real or not. They’re so bad that season ticket holders who survived the 1980s Sabres are considering cancelling their tickets. They’re so bad that they got the Pegulas to speak again! I think I speak for every smart hockey fan when I say two things: general rule of thumb in this league is that its usually a bad thing if the owner is talking. The other thing is generally its better if they don’t interfere with the Front Office decision-making. The Pegulas are no Eugene Melnyk so I’m not sounding a five-alarm fire every time a beat reporter tweets a quote from them. However, I really think this mess belongs to Jason Botterill to fix. He’s worth keeping and if its under him he should be given the time to fix it. Terry Pegula said according to Paul Hamilton and Matthew Bove: “The season hasn’t finished yet, but I think Bots has said it pretty well that he supports Phil. Something has to change, but we don’t know what, we have to talk about it… He’s a young coach and was a great player and he can grow as a coach.” Before I get to what Kim said let’s just take this comment in acknowledgement of Botterill’s support for Housley a couple months back is a little concerning until you realize that Pegula wasn’t persuaded to fire Dan Bylsma and Tim Murray until after exit interviews. That said, we have a heavily involved ownership whether we like it or not and that ownership seems to be wanting stable leadership from behind the bench right now. Take that how you will but it was followed by pointing to the example of the New England Patriots and Bill Belichick. I don’t know if Housley is going to grow all that much as a coach but referencing his playing days doesn’t give me more confidence on that front. Moreover, I see no way he becomes Bill Belichick (and holy crap, maybe not the team you want to bring up in Buffalo, eh?). As Terry says though: Something has to change. Oh great, who are we chasing out of town this summer!? Let’s just rename this City Edmonton East well we’re at it.

Kim Pegula has some sway in this too and she made comments as well. She said: “Terry and I are not happy…” Oh good, join the club. I agree with that so much I am going to make it the title of this New Look Sabres. “…I’ve learned in sports to have more patience then I want to have. I don’t want to knee jerk anything. It’s been a long season, but we are not happy.” There is an argument to made for knee jerk reactions in this organization hurting progress. With all due respect a knee jerk reaction would have been firing Housley in January. Firing him in April would be long overdue, Kim. Lord knows these owners want to be involved in all the front office decisions but if they are really concerned about knee jerk reactions than maybe remove yourself from the fray. I can’t imagine this happening again with how the Ted Black Saga went at the beginning of their ownership but maybe it would be smart to put a President of Hockey Operations over Jason Botterill. I hate to reference the Toronto Maple Leafs but there is no better example of how having a President with a vision can make an organization function better. Funny enough, the Leafs lost to the Sens a few weeks ago too. That said, hiring a President of the Sabres also could do jack shit and it seems more likely that would be a symbolic move. Luckily Kim also had some fun stuff to report. On a day like this its nice to follow the pain with some candy. Kim Pegula stated that the Buffalo Sabres 50th Anniversary celebration will start at the NHL Draft in Vancouver. What that means we don’t know but it stands to reason it could mean that we’re getting Sabres Legends announcing picks and… dare I say it: Royal Blue back. Many folks with inside connections have said the organization is gearing up for a return to the classic color and fully original logo. The Winter Classic Jerseys last season and the Sabres Skills Competition jerseys this season were tests of this supposedly. I think a good 50th anniversary celebration is what we need right now.

Just like Kim Pegula dropping that information yesterday it felt like interesting timing when the organization announced Casey Fitzgerald was signed to his Entry-level contract and assigned to the Rochester Americans. This was officially announced before the game but good move either way timing-wise. Fitzgerald is a good right-handed defenseman who actually plays defense in addition to being a great two-way guy. He’s been tearing it up in College Hockey and if he is just as good with the Amerks during their playoff run then he will certainly get a very serious look come Training Camp in September. The current Sabres meanwhile take on Detroit on Thursday before another weekend back-to-back. It’s hard there is still six games left. Who wants that many at this point? I do, I guess since I’m going to the last game of the season in Detroit. Yeah, when I bought those tickets I thought a playoff spot would be clinched right now. I bought them a long time ago. Nonetheless, I’m cheering for more the idea of the Sabres than the team itself right now. What that means is that I’m cheering for and against other teams based upon past Sabres grudges, former Sabres and other fan-level beefs that make this phase of the season bearable. I am really looking forward to writing the Playoffs according to the Sabres to be honest. Before I wrap it up, you can expect the March Amerks Angle to be up tomorrow or Friday. Those guys are so exciting I imagine Will Borgen is eager to get back. Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. There’s no way the lottery balls bounce in favor of the Sabres two years in a row, right? At this point our odds are only getting better unfortunately.

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rhnuzlocke · 7 years ago

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Episode 21

Scene 14:

[A few days later, Ren and Steven arrive to her first League meeting as Champion. They are the first there and Steven pulls out the chair at the head of the large oval table for Ren. Steven heads off to the other end but stops when Ren kicks out the chair next to her. He turns back and she holds his gaze, jerking her head to the chair. Steven sighs as he sits down next to her.]

Steven: I just hope you know I'll be enduring Drake’s violent stare the entire meeting for this.

Ren: He'll have to adapt. At least for the first few meetings.

[The rest of the League starts drift in, starting with Senri. Drake stops dead as he comes in and glares at Steven before dropping into the chair opposite. He does not take his eyes off Steven, rage radiating from every pore. Steven does his best to ignore this, going so far as to turn and talk to Sidney who has sat down on his other side. Once everyone is there and the pleasantries are over with, Ren starts the meeting.]

Ren: So the first order of business is the keystone thefts. There have been four in the past month. Two are confirmed to be the work of Dr. Courtney Kagari, former Magma admin. We believe she is currently in possession of Maxie’s team, meaning that she could have up to eleven top battlers at her disposal. She also has a history of mental instability and willingness to use pokemon as weapons. I need all of you with keystones to exercise extreme caution. Keep your pokemon with you at all times and call it in as soon as you see her.

[Ren looks around to make sure she is understood and three of the Elite Four nod. Drake refuses to move his eyes from Steven and leans back in his chair in stony silence.]

Ren: The other two instances are unconfirmed but Courtney’s involvement seems likely. Maxie denied that Courtney was the one to take his keystone, but refuses to say who did. I'm not sure why he would give her his pokemon and not his keystone and thus far he has been staunchly protecting all former Magma members, so he has motive. The incident with Archie is a bit stranger. He is familiar with Courtney but insists another woman took the stone. The police currently suspect another trainer is in league with Courtney. We can’t be sure of Courtney’s motives for gathering keystones, but reportedly she is extremely loyal to Maxie and may be seeking revenge of some kind for his imprisonment. We all participated in the battle that led to Maxie capture and the dismantling of Magma, so for now it’s safe to assume we are all targets. Any sightings or suspicious activity are to be reported to the league and your local police department. I have sent all of you information on Courtney and the pokemon she is using for you to review. And now I’ll turn it over to Steven for the second item.

Steven: Thank you. The rest of you have been briefed on this topic already, but there are some updates, which I will incorporate as I get our Champion up to speed. A large meteor, just large enough to rank as a planet killer, was detected heading for our quadrant about two years ago by Dr. Keanu Pukui of the Fallarbor Observatory. Initial calculations of its trajectory estimated that it would miss us by a comfortable margin, but the Hoenn Aerospace Exploration Agency and other space programs around the world have since been working on technologies to destroy or redirect a meteor should it come our way. In the time we have been tracking Pukui’s meteor, its trajectory has been checked and rechecked. About a year ago it suddenly changed course and has been headed straight for us ever since. In addition to turning, it has accelerated, moving up the impact date to next Thursday.

[Ren’s face has become very twisted with the effort of not screaming. She glances away from Steven for the first time since he started talking to gauge everyone else’s reactions. They look tense but none are surprised.]

Steven: The good news is that the international community of space scientists have developed a device called a dimensional shifter that should safely warp the meteor away from us. This device will be sent into space via rocket and intercept the meteor shortly before it falls into our gravity. The HAEA just performed the final successful test and will be announcing the meteor and plan to deal with it to the public at a press conference later today. So, barring any drastic changes, we should all survive the event. [Ren is staring into the distance and Steven clears his throat.] Ren, Dr. Cosmo has requested that you come and personally tour the Mossdeep Space Center tomorrow afternoon. I can fly you there if you need transportation.

[Ren blinks several times to return from whatever plane of existence her soul fled to.]

Ren: Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[Ren slumps back in her chair, face slack and eyes still wide.]

Senri: You alright there kiddo?

Ren: [strained] Fine.

Phoebe: [chuckling] Yeah, you sure got a doozy of a first meeting.

Glacia: They won’t all be so bad, dear.

Wattson: [jovial] Most of the time it’s so dull I fall asleep!

Sidney: Yeah, don’t worry about it. I had kind of a rough first meeting too, though it was sort of the opposite problem. Pheebs, you weren’t there, but I bombed it. I forgot everything we were supposed to go over and I lost the itinerary and so I just sat there like “hi all, I’m your new Champion and a fucking moron, this should be fun!” And Glacia, you tried so hard to bail me out. She was sitting over there on the other end across from me and doing this crazy thing with her eyebrows, just trying to get me to remember one single thing we talked about right before the meeting and it was just blank, gone, all of it. So eventually she just had to prompt me. So really you did well.

Roxanne: Very professional up until the meteor thing. And goodness knows we were all a bit traumatized the first time it came up.

Flannery: I don’t remember a single thing we went over in my first meeting I was so nervous just being there. Did you all even tell me about the meteor then.

Lisa: We were going to but thought better of it.

Flannery: Thank you.

Tate: And let’s not forget the meeting where I had to come out to you all. That was a hoot.

[A muscle in Drake’s temple twitches.]

Wallace: Even better than when I joined up, right Drake?

[Drake does not respond but glares even more intensely at Steven if possible.]

Wallace: [turning back to Tate] Which reminds me, are you on for pride this year?

Tate: Conflict taken care of.

Lisa: We’ll be there.

Flannery: Ahh! I’m so excited! This will be my first time!

Brawly: Wait, what’s the date again?

Wallace: The fifteenth.

Brawly: Most excellent. I think I might get the whole crew over there this year.

Winona: Ren, Maia was wondering when we could arrange a joint practice.

Ren: Oh, uh, does Wednesday afternoon work for you?

Winona: Perfectly. We look forward to it.

Ren: Okay, if no one has anything else I think we can wrap—

Drake: [growling] I’m retiring.

Ren: Uh, what?

[Drake sits up straight and puts his hands on the table, still staring Steven down]

Drake: [more slowly and clearly] I am retiring and you are taking my place.

Steven: [disbelieving] What?

Drake: [spitting out one word at a time] I am retiring [pointing an accusing finger at Steven] and you are taking my place.

Steven: Well, I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. You know I don’t think being an Elite Four member is for me.

Sidney: Why not?

Phoebe: Yeah, you already only use two types and you were literally just the Champ. What’s the problem?

Steven: I was considering trying something else for a while.

[Ren pulls back a little, brow furrowing and head shaking slightly as if she is trying to shake something out of her ears. Everyone else looks almost equally confused except for Drake who has returned to irate stillness.]

Steven: Maybe going on a world tour: train in different regions, collect rare stones, catch up with old friends—

Ren: Excuse me?

Steven: Well—

Ren: When exactly were you planning on this taking place?

Steven: If the meteor business goes well, I was hoping in another month or two.

Ren: NO! Absolutely not! First of all, I am the youngest Champion in over a century, no way are you blitzing off without training me. Second of all, you’re contractually obligated to stick around for at least a year. Third of all, you promised me! We talked about this and I gave you plenty of outs. You insisted you were staying! I knew something was up! [hurt] Why not just tell me?

[Steven opens his mouth but nothing comes out and he swallows.]

Ren: [She sighs.] But even putting all of that aside, as your friend I am not gonna let you run from your problems like this.

Steven: [a touch defensively] I’m not sure how this is—

Ren: You love pokemon and you love training. I know you do. Listen to me: you’ve been here before and that’s why you came back. What good did leaving it all behind do?

[Steven looks away and Ren reaches out and puts her hand on his.]

Ren: I understand. I’ve been there too. You hang everything on one part of who you are and then when you can’t live up to that vision, everything starts crumbling away. It’s easier to run and it can even feel right—hell, maybe it is right now and then—but you’re never going to find who you are by turning your back on who you were. And I know you. You’re going to hate yourself if you drop all of your responsibilities.

[Ren lets go of Steven’s hand and he pulls it back toward himself, still unable to meet her eyes.]

Ren: I don’t mean to make you feel guilty and I don’t want to trap you here. If you still want to do all of that after your year is up, I won’t stop you.

[Steven looks up at her again and his lips part for a moment as if he is about to speak, but in the end he still can’t quite say anything.]

Drake: [clearly done with this drama] I. Am. Retiring. [He stands and looms menacingly over Steven] And you. Are taking. My place.

Steven: I, um—[He clears his throat.] I don’t know what to say. I always assumed one day you’d drop dead and that’s how you would retire.

Drake: [staring into the distance] We all would’ve preferred that.

Asuna: Retiring before me, eh?

Drake: [not looking at her] You’re semi-retired, Asuna.

Asuna: And I’m five years older. Looks like I get the last laugh.

Drake: [whipping around to face her] No, I’ll have the last laugh when Sal and I DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE!

[Drake storms out and Asuna laughs and laughs. Her cackling is literally the only sound in the room.]

Asuna: Best joke he’s ever told. As if I’d ever let myself die before the old bastard.

Ren: So was that his two weeks notice? Is that a thing?

Roxanne: He can’t retire until we select a replacement. That’s why he went after Steven.

Glacia: Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to him.

Ren: Thank you, Glacia. And sorry about that everyone. We’ll discuss this more at the next meeting. Dismissed.

[Everyone gets up except for Ren and Steven who are still reeling from the whole affair. The rest of the League chat among themselves as they file out and a few of them give Ren consoling pats on the shoulder as they leave. Senri pauses and gives her shoulder a squeeze. Ren taps his arm with her head an he leaves. Ren and Steven just sit in silence for a few moments until they can no longer hear anyone in the hall outside.]

Ren: I’m really sorry, Steven.

Steven: It’s okay, I deserved that. Well, maybe not the Drake part, but I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. I just— I panicked. I’m sorry, Ren.

Ren: Thank you.

[She looks at him hopefully, but once again he can’t meet her eyes. He stands, face tight.]

Steven: [haltingly] We’ll talk, okay?

Ren: Okay.

Steven: Do you need anything?

Ren: No, I’ll be alright. See you tomorrow.

[Steven head for the door but pauses for a moment with the handle in his hand. Ren waits, but he exits without saying anything. Ren waits again until she is sure everyone is gone and then face-plants on the table.]

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inadeepanddarkdecember · 8 years ago

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･ﾟ: *✧ lost nights✧*:･ﾟ

[[ I highly recommend listening to this playlist while you read! Pasting it ugly-style too because my theme is fucking up the link for anyone trying to click through on my blog. ]]

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Cyrus’s knee bounced as he waited, impatiently listening to the sounds outside his bedroom door. His curfew had passed hours ago, but he was still fully awake. Fully dressed. Waiting. His phone buzzed, and his hand lashed out like a whip to grab it.

[Thomas, 1:34 AM:] Is she gone yet?

[Sent, 1:35 AM] No not yet.

[Thomas, 1:35 AM:] I can go if you don’t think you can make it.

[Sent, 1:36 AM] Just give me a few more minutes. She cant be up much longer.

After a few minutes passed with no response, he set his phone back down. It was faint–if he wasn’t listening this closely, he would have missed it–but he could still hear the sounds of the tv coming from the living room. His mother had already showered; as best he could tell, she had already finished her nightly routines, but of course, it had to be tonight that she procrastinated on sleep. What was she even doing awake? It was a Thursday; she had work in the morning. He had school as well, but he had given up on sleeping for the night as a consequence of his plans. He could always nap.

He went through his mental checklist again: his backpack leaned on the wall across from him; he had removed anything unnecessary for tonight and replaced it with some snacks and, more importantly, his borrowed camera, instant camera, and a pack of film for the instant. It felt like so little, but Thomas had the blanket and Cyrus did always have the propensity to overpack and overprepare. His jackets hung by the door, and he was already wearing his spare pair of shoes so he could just grab his jackets and go. His keys were in his jacket pocket, and his phone was, of course, beside him. He had refilled his water bottle. That should be everything.

He froze when he realized the tv had stopped. Sometime during his mental review, his mother had shut off the television. He picked up his phone.

[Sent, 1:48 AM] Shes gone. Be right out.

He gave it another minute, listening hard, and when he didn’t hear anything, he stood at last, stretched, and threw on his backpack.

Thomas and his car idled a small distance from Cyrus’s apartment complex, and in short order, Cyrus himself appeared, climbing into the passenger seat. His escape had gone smoothly; he threw his backpack on the ground, buckled his seatbelt, and immediately started zipping himself into his two jackets.

“There you are,” said Thomas as he returned the car to life and pulled away from the curb. “Any later, and we might have missed the meteor shower.”

Cyrus looked over, eyes wide and alarmed, but before he could say anything, Thomas laughed and held up a hand. “Kidding, kidding. We’re gonna be fine.”

Cyrus’s shoulders slumped, and he shook his head with a wry little smile playing on his lips. “Asshole,” he murmured, good-natured. Comfortable and warming, he sunk into his seat and put his feet on the dash as Thomas continued talking.

“Do you mind if I put my tunes on today? I discovered this cool new band, Catfish and the Bottlemen, last week. Have you ever heard of them?”

“Go ahead. I don’t think I have.”

With his spare hand, Thomas pressed play on his phone, and the first song began to drift out through the car’s speakers. Through the car window, Cyrus watched the darkened houses fly by; they had left the urban areas, and now it was just endless suburbia, the same five homes in the same five shades of cream over and over and over and over again. After a minute or two, Cyrus asked, “So where are we going?”

“Oh, it’s this great place about an hour and a half outside the city–two hours from where we are now. It’s up on a bluff near the ocean–very windy there–off some rocky side roads. My dad took me there the first time I went, and I’ve been back a few times with some of my other friends. It’s great; you’ll love it.” He paused a moment to glance at Cyrus. “You might get cold though. You can borrow my windbreaker if you need it. My letterman should be enough for me. I have hotter blood than you, after all.”

“We’ve discussed this.” Cyrus’s tone was sharp, and Thomas’s teasing smile wavered into worry. Cyrus smirked. “I don’t have blood. I’m a vampire, remember?”

Thomas laughed, at once relieved and amused. “Yes, yes, of course. How can I forget?” His voice dipped into a dramatic tenor. “You’ve come to absorb my elven powers under the light of the new moon and the magic of the falling stars. Once you’ve sucked me dry, you’ll feed my body to the leviathan. I am naught but a witless pawn in your nefarious schemes, driving to my doom. Alas.”

He bowed his head for a moment, and Cyrus laughed. “It’s not your fault. None can resist my many, many, many charms. Even the most virtuous maiden falls before me.”

Thomas chuckled a little more as he shook his head, and his voice returned to a normal tone as he said, “I got you a coffee, by the way, in the cupholder. I know you usually prefer tea, but it’s going to be a long night; don’t want you falling asleep as soon as we get there.” He gestured toward the cup with a wiggle of his elbow.

“That might happen anyway.” Cyrus had taken a nice, long nap for most of the day to try to reduce any later sleepiness, but all-nighters had never been his strong suit. If no time else, he felt confident that he would end up asleep during the car ride back. Nevertheless, he picked up the indicated coffee cup and took a sip. Despite the wait from whenever Thomas had bought it to now, it was still warm–no longer hot, but still warm. It was soft, creamy, chocolatey, a little sweet: a mocha. While Cyrus could drink tea black, he much preferred milk and sugar to ease coffee’s intensity. He gave a small hum of approval as he took another sip. “Thanks.”

The pair lapsed into silence for a while, Cyrus sipping his coffee and both enjoying the music. Several songs passed, one Thomas identified as a Catfish and the Bottlemen song. When the music next changed, however, Cyrus raised and eyebrow and asked, “Is this All-American Rejects? It is, isn’t it?”

“What? They’re not that bad.”

“I’m judging you.” He took another sip of his coffee.

“You recognized them.”

“They were inescapable on the radio,” he said, making a show of a shudder.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “You can change it if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll survive.” Cyrus’s teasing tone returned, faintly.

A smile touched Thomas’s lips as he shook his head. “Whatever you say.”

Cyrus’s attention drifted back out the window. The yards of the homes grew ever larger as they passed, one by one, and fields started to sprout up between them. Trees came down from the hillsides and slowly began to press in around the winding roads. Everything was still dark, dark, dark, and Cyrus kept glancing toward the sky, hoping to catch sight of a wayward falling star. The Lyrids weren’t supposed to come in earnest until the wee hours before dawn, but that didn’t stop him from looking. They were lucky: the skies were crystal clear tonight, and the further they traveled, the more they could see.

Soon, Thomas started talking again and pulled Cyrus back into conversation. He told Cyrus of his latest ventures in the haunted dressing room, updated him on the drama of the runaway actor, complained bitterly about the injustice of some music company or another, and rambled about his newest favorite thing in history, the Ghost Army of WWII. Cyrus, in turn, listened more than anything, but also offered his thoughts on all these things and spoke of the book he’s been reading and complained about what, he swore, was the worst movie he’d seen in a very long time.

The miles and minutes passed unnoticed, rivers of asphalt stretching out behind them. Human habitation all but disappeared, and their car became the only source of warmth and light on the road. The dull roar of the ocean joined the background bass of all the music. The road decayed beneath them, from tar to gravel to packed dirt, and the trees closed out the sky. Eventually, they reached the end of the road.

“Alright. We have to walk the rest of the way. Don’t worry; it isn’t far,” said Thomas as he shifted the car into park. Both of them got up, gathered their various things, then set off down the trail. Cyrus had merely the jackets he wore and his backpack, whereas Thomas carried a large folded blanket in his arms and had thin duffel bag slung over his back. Cyrus thought about asking what was in the bag, but he decided he would learn soon enough and asked a different question: “How did your dad find this place?”

“You know, I never asked? This is private property, but I’ve never had any trouble from anyone. He was probably just exploring, but maybe he’s friends with the owner?” Thomas shrugged, and all Cyrus could do was shake his head.

It wasn’t much farther until the trees opened up, forestry giving way to grassland and raw cliff. Waves roared against the stone, and the scent of sea spray filled the air. The sky yawned far above them, swirls of stars and light visible that had been long masked by the urban glow, and Thomas jogged a little ahead to lay out the blanket. “This is it!”

“It’s beautiful,” Cyrus murmured, and when Thomas looked over at him, expression asking for repetition, he said more loudly, “I like it.”

“Knew it,” said Thomas, very proud of himself.

“Don’t sound so smug,” he said, smiling and shaking his head a little as he came over and sat down on the blanket. He began to unpack his backpack, but paused as he watched Thomas unzip the duffel bag. He recognized the object withdrawn immediately.

“A telescope? Where did you get that?”

“I borrowed it from Anthony. He has a test tomorrow, so he’s missing this. It won’t help us find the meteors, but since we’re already all the way out here…” He let his voice trail off as he set up the instrument.

Cyrus hummed approval and fussed with his instant camera a bit before somewhat suddenly bringing it up and snapping a quick picture of Thomas, who looked over at the bright flash, rubbed his eyes, and said, “If you had warned me, I could have posed for you.”

“Your poses are terrible.” Cyrus’s tone was matter of fact, but a smile tugged at his lips, and Thomas grinned. Cyrus had no short supply of photos of Thomas and his many, many absurd poses. If he wasn’t fast enough, sometimes he’d get a pose whether he wanted it or not. “This photo might also be terrible,” he added, as he shook the small square of film the camera spat out.

Thomas crawled over, and Cyrus held up the picture as it became clear. The photo was, in fact, terrible. He had caught Thomas mid motion; one of his arms was entirely blurred, and the flash had caught on his glasses and bathed the entire scene in a stark light that made him look more like a cryptid than anything else. After a moment, he put a hand on Cyrus’s shoulder and looked into his eyes, voice and expression full of exaggerated pity, as he said, “Oh, Cyrus. You poor, naive soul… I don’t know who got that for you, but didn’t you know instant cameras are outdated? You may as well throw that old hunk of junk away.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Cyrus stood up. “What was I thinking? It’s a good thing we’re next to this giant landfill. The guy who gave it to me was an asshole anyway. Did you know he collected records? Talk about behind on the times.” Shaking his head, he wound up for a throw, and Thomas could compose himself no longer.

Bursting out into laughter, he threw himself at Cyrus’s legs. “No!”

There was no resistance; Cyrus fell forward with a yelp, and Thomas was still giggling as he pulled himself up and readjusted his glasses. “Sorry… Are you okay?” When his question was only met with a groan, he scooted a little closer, and concern rose in his voice as he leaned in a little. “Cy? I’m sorry; I didn’t think that would be enough to knock you over. I really was trying to hold back. Are you okay?”

Still face down in the blanket, Cyrus reached up, slowly, and shoved Thomas’s face away from him. “You’re a dick.” He pulled himself back up into a sitting position. “But yeah, I’m okay.”

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. “Good.”

Panic flirted across Cyrus’s expression, however, when he remembered the camera; his gaze darted about the blanket, and he snatched it up to examine it closely.

“Shit, is it alright?”

“Yeah, I think so. Good, because if you broke it, you would need to buy me another one.”

“I know.” Thomas still sounded a little abashed.

“…I wasn’t going to actually throw it.”

“I know. I was just playing. Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey. Don’t worry about it.”

Thus certain he was forgiven, he perked back up, his easy smile returning. “Okay.” He moved back toward the telescope, looked through the lens, then started to fuss with the device as he said, “The radiant point for this shower is Lyra the harp, where Vega is. Do you think you could help me find it? You’re better at this than me.”

“Sure.” Cyrus flopped back onto the blanket. He had become intimately familiar with the shape of the sky in his youth, spending many hours in hospitals staring up at the twinkling lights, a book of legends and constellations in his lap. Vega was easy to find, relatively. It was a brilliant star that hung directly above the land below, and though Lyra was a small constellation, other, larger constellations bordered it. The Corona Borealis, Hercules, Draco, Cygnus… There were more stars visible here which muddied the sky, but nevertheless, one by one, he picked the constellations out from the mass.

Thomas threw himself down beside him. “Did you find it? Have you seen any meteors yet?”

“None yet. It’s there.” Cyrus pointed. “The bright one, with the four other stars beside it.”

“I think I see it.”

“When do the meteors come?”

“They’re falling now, actually. At the height of the shower, they fall at one or two a minute. They can appear anywhere in the sky, but most are supposed to come from Lyra.” He smiled, a wry touch of amusement coloring his voice. “I know I shouldn’t be surprised you brought your camera–one of them, anyway–but there’s no way you’ll be able to catch a picture of any meteors.”

“It would be a waste of film to try,” he agreed. “But I wanted to be prepared.”

“You only bring the instant out for special occasions.”

“My first meteor shower is a special occasion. Besides, these look nicer on my wall.”

Chuckling lightly, Thomas relented. “Alright.” After a moment, though, he gasped and nudged Cyrus’s arm. “I saw one! Did you see that? It was over there!”

“Yeah! I did.”

“Your first shooting star, hm..? Did you make a wish?”

“Of course.”

“Okay; don’t tell me.”

“I won’t.” Cyrus paused briefly, then said, “Thomas?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for taking me out here.”

“It’s my pleasure. Honest.”

#drabble #thomas #this took place at about the height of the friendship a good several months before their fallout #this is incredibly self indulgent but hey you get to see how these two actually were together #as happy as it is its still a little sad bc they arent friends anymore rip #drabbles are always ok to rb btw

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