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underoossss · 4 years ago

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Dancing Under the Rain - H.O

PROLOGUE

pairing: detective!Harrison x female reader

warnings: might be angsty at times, mentions of death, murder investigations

AN: this story wouldn't let me sleep until I started writing down all my ideas (although in no specific order at first). There will be a time skips sometimes, but I’ll label them so its not confusing. I hope you guys like it, I’m always very self conscious about everything I write (even schoolwork) so I feel like im sharing a bit of myself with you here. Let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you to Marcia who made this moldboard for me a while ago!💖

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Over the years you have learned the pros and cons of living in a small town.

The pros:

You can escape from your previous life, from anything that hurt you and start over. No one knows who you are or the past that seems to sometimes follow you like a shadow sometimes. It’s a fresh start and 4 years ago, that was exactly what you needed.

That’s how you ended up in Dewitt, three hours away from Cambridge where everywhere you went people look at you with pity in their eyes. It’s as if losing your brother hadn’t been enough, no, people had to remind you with every look and every how are you? What were you even supposed to say? Devastated would only make people worried and okay made them believe you’re lying to them. Either way you felt like shit, there wasn’t a place you could go that didn’t remind you of him so you did what anyone else would do. Pack up your things and move to a remote town close to the sea where no one knew you.

The cons:

People talk. A lot.

Not that people aren’t nice, they are, well most of them. However, that doesn’t make them any less nosy or gets rid the river of gossip that inevitably flows when something different from the routine happens. You expected it going in, if word got around in Cambridge then it would certainly get around in Dewitt. Therefore you kept quiet about any personal details or stories, to them you were the psychology professor that owns the bookshop/café in Harold street. You drive up to Cambridge twice a week to lecture your students and Skype any of them who need office hours. During the summers you give online classes and put pastel blue tables outside your store for people to read or talk. To everyone there you were the nice young lady who makes some really nice coffee, who is always smiling and who tutors whoever needs help in science or English lit. Gossip is a plague though, one that no one can escape so that’s how find out a detective has moved into town. Richard Mensen has gone missing and it’s been a week since his family, or anyone else saw him. The local authorities haven’t gotten anywhere so they sent someone else to help.

You walk to the entrance of the bookstore and glance at the police station as a man steps out of a car and walks inside. Harrison Osterfield, the detective from London who you can tell already walks with a massive weight on his shoulders.

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Everyone is looking, there are cameras and reporters and Harrison just wants to go home. Eight and a half months after arriving to Dewitt, the case was finally solved. Richard Mensen was dead, that they discovered three weeks after arriving. The next eight months that followed were about finding out who did it, why they’d done it and convicting them for ruining a family’s life. They were also full of judgement, Harrison should be used to it by now, but he’s not. His palms sweat and his heart beats too fast under the attention of everyone in the town, every look of disappointment they had sent his way for taking so long.

You do it, Harrison wanted to say, go and solve it if it’s that easy. He puts on a neutral face, his mask, and tries not to give away how terrified he is of fucking up someone else’s life because of his shortcomings. He hasn’t so far, but he lived in fear of it happening. It’s brought him sleepless nights trying to figure cases out, cost him relationships and his confidence. He is sure of one thing though, they got the right guy convicted and now he can go to his little house in the outskirts of town and sleep for ten days.

“The case has been closed, the killer was sentenced to life in prison around thirty minutes ago. We kindly request the press to let the affected family rest and finally deal with their grief at this time. The people of Dewitt can be in peace now, we consider this case to be an anomaly in the otherwise safe community they live in. That’s all I have to say.”

Harrison steps aside and leaves the reporters standing outside of the station as he takes off his tie and shoves it in the pocket of his navy blue suit. The cool spring breeze pushes his hair back as he walks along the sidewalk by the many stores in Harold street. He takes a deep breath, feeling the tension leave his shoulders and smelling freshly ground coffee. Your bookshop is right ahead, the red flowers by the window blooming beautifully under the spring sun and contrasting with the pale yellow of the storefront. Harrison checks his watch, 2:30pm, it’s a bit too late for a coffee but he didn’t drink his usual one this morning and he’d be dammed if he doesn’t take this excuse to see you.

You’re sitting on a table by a bookshelf when he steps into the shop, there’s some papers in front of you, a cup of tea far away from them and what looks like a blueberry muffin by your right hand. You’re focused on what’s in front of you while you take a piece of the muffin with a fork and bring it to your mouth. Setting down the fork, you chew on the pastry as you grab a pen and scribble something on one of the papers. It’s only when someone clears their throat behind him that he realizes he’s been leaning on the doorway and staring at you for more than a couple of minutes.

His ears feel like they’re burning when he steps into the shop to let the other person in. He mumbles a quick sorry and walks towards the register where the drink menu was displayed.

“Detective Osterfield.” You smile, standing up when you notice him come into the bookshop. “How was court?”

“Please, Y/N, call me Harrison.” He feels himself smile as he shakes his head. “Court went well, he got a sentence and the case is close.”

“That’s good. I bet you’re looking forward to rest for a while.” You walk around the register and move to the expresso machine. “Your usual?”

“No, umm, if I drink coffee right now I won’t sleep and I really need a nap.” He scratches the back of his neck. Why is he always so nervous, he’s seen crime scenes and blood but he can’t talk to you without feeling like a teenager. “But maybe one of those chocolate cookies you’ve got there.”

“Oh! I’m sorry if I’m keeping you then, let me get that cookie for you.” You push your hair behind your ear as you grab a small paper bag and use a napkin to pick a cookie from the jar. “Here you go.”

Harrison can’t help but return the smile you give him and moves to take his wallet from his jacket. “No, you’re fine don’t worry. How much to I owe you?”

“Oh, forget about that.” You chuckle, smoothing the white blouse you are wearing. “Take it as a thank you for making our town safer.”

Harrison’s ears burn once more, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You shrug, suddenly looking shy. “Are you, umm, staying in Dewitt? With the case being closed and all?”

Harrison hadn’t even thought about leaving, this town had become part of his routine and he dared say he’s grown fond of it. Not to mention he’d grown fond you. “Yeah, I’m staying.”

“Good, great that’s nice.” You smile. “Would you like to take a walk down to the beach someday? It’s okay if you say no, don’t feel like you have to say yes because of the cookie, it’s not a bribe or anything I just-“

“Y/N.” Harrison stops your rambling stepping towards you. His heart is beating a mile a minute, you just asked him out. The broody shitty detective that takes eight months to figure out a case. He’s the luckiest shitty detective there is. “I’d love that.” He says, taking your hand.

“Really?” You smile, his eyes meet yours and he’s surprised to see his own. Eyes that smile but not all the way, eyes that are hiding something painful that’s locked away in your heart.

“Yeah.” He smiles back, squeezing your hand with his before stepping back. “We can go whenever you want, just let me know.”

Let me get to know you, he thinks. And when you nod your head and smile at him again he is almost certain that you will. It could take time, but he’s willing to wait until the moment you decide you will.

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#dancing under the rain fic #pauwrites #Harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #detective au #harrison osterfield fic

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pantherlover · 5 years ago

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Rosemary and Rue Re-Read: Part 12

Here’s the final part! As always: possible spoilers up to Night and Silence!

Chapter 25

We meet Marcia for real this time! There’s something very weird about Toby and Marcia’s interaction. I’ve seen the theory that Marcia is Maeve in disguise, and I don’t know if I agree with that yet, but Marcia is definitely very... odd.

The entrance to Lily’s knowe sounds amazing and I want to visiiiiiiiit

I think when Lily says that Toby’s like Amandine, she means that both of them ask their loved ones to do things for them that they don’t want to do.

Whyyyyyyy did Toby never come back to Tybalt’s memoryyyyyyyyy. Like, I understand why she didn’t do anything about it now, but she couldn’t have been at least mildly curious about it later?

In the blood memories, Devin mentions that ‘the Winterrose’ has managed to trick him before. I wonder what the story was behind that.

In hindsight, I think it’s a little suspicious that the curse is trying so hard to kill her, given that allegedly it’s supposed to help her find Evening’s killer. I know the penalty for not finding the killer was meant to be death, but if the main objective was finding her killer, shouldn’t the curse be, you know, helping Toby do that?

And also, the geas that Eira is under is functionally useless if she can manage to do this to Toby and the geas doesn’t stop it. Is it okay by the geas’ standard because Toby drinking her blood is what made it worse, and Eira didn’t make her drink it so it doesn’t count as directly harming her?

Lily loves Toby so much that she saved her with irooooooon. Whyyyyyy did Lily have to dieeeeeeee???

Chapter 26

(Fair warning: this chapter is probably just gonna be a lot of incoherent wailing)

Dare’s trying to make Toby leeeeeeeave noooooooooo. And Toby tries to get them to go! Why why WHY didn’t one of them listen!!!

I know that Devin was completely 100% wrong. But. I kind of understand his motivation? It must be very frustrating living among people who live forever, knowing there’s a way for you to join them, but not being able to use it because, for some reason, hope chests are all in the possession of people who don’t even need them.

Now I’m wondering: how did Devin hide the fact that he killed Evening from her blood? Did Evening somehow do it? And I’m still curious about how Evening’s powers work. Because I’m pretty sure that Devin would’ve made sure that Evening was 100% dead. So how did she manage to get herself out of the apartment, and, you know, come back to life??

Listening to Devin talk about how he would’ve beaten all of Toby’s illusions out of her makes my skin crawl. Fuck you, asshole. You deserved having no one left to mourn you.

Manuel noooooooo

Dare NOOOOOOOOO

Manueeeeeeeel

Chapter 27

Seeing everyone try to deal with Manuel hurts.

Ohhhhh, I’m so glad that Sylvester was here to help Toby pick up the pieces.

Man, if Jin thinks that Toby failed to eat anything substantial this time, she should just wait a couple more years.

Awww, Mitch and Stacy looked after Toby while she was recovering from her magic burn! I really wish that we got to see Toby with Mitch, Stacy, and their kids more often. And Mitch fixed her carpet! He’s such a good friend.

I have to say, it’s kind of impressive that the False Queen managed to turn the favour that she owed Toby into a way to get rid of her.

That’s it! Rosemary and Rue is finished, just in time for The Unkindest Tide. I’m not sure when I’ll be starting A Local Habitation, but it’ll probably be sometime this month. Thank you to everyone who responded to my recaps; I’m not sure how far I would’ve gotten if it weren’t for you guys. See you next time!

#October Daye #Rosemary and Rue #ReRead Project

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yaachtynoboat711 · 6 years ago

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Our Next Guest...

A/N: Here’s my contribution to @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots With Love, From Wakanda fic fest! I’m so excited to temporarily break from Fonder’s angsty chains and coming with that present-day Yaa and Wins! I apologize for the tardiness of this fic, as I started my new job this week. I had to dust this off from the depths of my archives due to the time crunch. I was going to do my M’Baku x OC, but my time was limited.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warning(s): Fluff, Black Love

Prompt: “Have I mentioned how much I love you? Only twice in the past hour.”

“Chris, I’m fucking terrified.”,you huffed.

You were in your dressing room getting ready to finally begin your Sheimbloom press junket. The first stop was Jimmy Kimmel Live, one of your favorite talk shows. You’d been delaying the tour for personal reasons. Now, it was here and you were going alone. Winston was in the middle of a project in New York. Plus, it was Valentine’s Day. It sucked knowing that Winston couldn’t make it, however,it was worth knowing that he was being supportive and giving you advice on TV interviews. You’d had many a print interview, but never a TV interview.

“Baby, you’ll do fine. You’re a lawyer: you orate for a living. Plus, you love Jimmy, so this’ll be a breeze.”, Winston reassured via FaceTime.

“Yeah, you’re right...I guess.”

“You’re damn right I’m right. I can’t recall a time I was ever wrong. ”

“Well shit I can.”, you smirked, earning an annoyed huff and eye roll from your fiancé.

“ANYWAYS, are you going to indirectly promote Us?”

“Hasn't it already been promoted enough?”

“Now, what’s that supposed to mean,Yaa Denae?” One of the production assistants walked in at the perfect moment.

“Dr. Abdullah, we’re ready for you.”, the PA said.

“Well, won’t you look at the time! I love you, baby love!”,Yaa said in a hurry.

“I love you, too, Pumpkin. Gimme love.” The two of you did your secret handshake despite the distance and he hung up.

“K.D., you two are just too cute for words.”, your assistant Talia gushed as you handed her your phone.

You walked out of your dressing room along with Talia and your other assistant Jacqui to the backstage area.

When you got backstage, you found a mirror to check yourself out and posed for your OOTD post. Winston picked your outfit: simple black blouse with matching flared pants and a Tuskegee crimson and old gold striped ascot (your choice,of course). He even picked out the leopard pumps. That man had an eye for fashion. Your curly platinum locs were pulled neatly into a ponytail.

“Dr. Abdullah, you’re up in 60 seconds!”, you heard the PA announce. “Thank you!”, you replied. You took this time to recite your affirmation to yourself:

I am enough;I am here for a reason;I am here to slay; I am my ancestors’ wildest dreams!

Finally, you walked into the elevator as you heard the countdown and studio applause before hearing Jimmy’s introduction. “Welcome back! Our next guest is no stranger to shattering glass ceilings. In addition to graduating valedictorian of Yale Law School at the age of 23,yeah, twen-ty three, this past July, she became the youngest and the first Black woman to win the Richard T. Sheimbloom Award for Merit and Excellence in Law--the highest award for any lawyer in the world to receive. Please, help me welcome for the first time, Attorney Khalida Abdullah!”

The audience erupted into cheer, but not before the elevator door slid open to you doing that little Thotiana jig. You waved to the audience and gave them your brightest Miss Tuskegee smile. You strutted your way towards Jimmy and hugged him before sitting down. “Well...”, Jimmy began, “...happy Valentine’s Day and welcome to the show, Attorney Abdullah.” The audience continued their clapping and cheering.

“Thank you so much,Jimmy! Happy V-Day to you! Please call me K.D.. Can I just say that one, this is a dream come true to be on the show and two, I need to carry this audience in my pocket because they really--” they all screamed and you smiled as you glanced towards the audience once more, “--they really helped me overcome my nerves just now and this energy y’all are giving me is every damn thing to me.”

“Well, I’m happy that’s something that helped ease you. So let’s jump right on in: what made you want to become a lawyer?”

“You know, not a lot of people have asked me that question.”

Jimmy’s head bucked back in disbelief, “Really?”

“Yeah, so believe it or not, the OJ trial inspired me to go into law. I was about 5 years old and I see Johnnie Cochran, a Black man, and Marcia Clark, a woman, working the case. I guess I was trying to figure out why weren’t there any Black Women working this case. Even after the case, I didn’t meet a Black female lawyer until I was in college. Sometimes, you gotta be your own role model.” The audience applauded your answer.

“That’s something to really live by. Now fast-forward to this past July: what’s going through your mind before and after hearing your name called for the Sheimbloom?”

“Maaaaan, I was a complete wreck and a tad tipsy from the wine they put on the table. I had my umi and Winston’s hands in vise grips. For clarification, Winston Duke, y’know…”,you looked dead into camera 1, “...THICC DADDY M’Baku? Anyways, everything’s going in slow motion, so my reaction was about 10 seconds slower than what it should’ve been. Now, the Chairman didn’t actually announce my name per se.”

Jimmy and the audience laughed. “So...are you the 2018 Sheimbloom winner or not?”, he joked. “Jimmy, listen! Winston, along with some of his fellow Jabari actors, started barking like they did in the Warrior Falls scene? It wasn’t until Winston let go of my hand and literally took his scarf to bark did I realize I’d won.” The audience cheered as a picture of your raw reaction to winning appeared on the screen behind you. Your red eyes were bugged out, mouth ajar, both hands placed on your chest. That feeling of victory began tingling throughout your body all over again .

“How’s life after winning?”

“To be honest…I don’t really feel that much different. I worked that Monday after the ceremony and up until the middle of August because my partners essentially forced me on leave and sent me to L.A.”

“Why would they do that?” The audience laughed. You did too.

“Honey, I had been working like a madwoman from October up until they put me on leave.”

“Ah-a. So that leads me to the next question: what happened that night?” You smirked.

“Well, after giving my speech, I got whisked upstairs to take pictures with my award.” The screen behind you showed a picture of you holding your award up to your ear like a cell phone with one hand and showing off your rose gold slugs by pulling on your bottom lip with the other. You were squatting down and showing off your red sparkly pump.

“That’s one of the most epic pictures I’ve ever seen. What happened next?” The audience gassed you up with “Ow’s! and whistles..

“Wellllllllllllllll”, your toothy smile should have been the indication that it was about to go down, “I sneak away to the terrace for a breather because God knew I needed it. I’m out there and my Winston texts me asking me where I had gone, right? Long story short, he proposed. Afterwards, socialized for a little bit, and then Wins and I went to our favorite 24-hour diner like nothing even happened that night. So, that’s another reason I was out here in L.A.: he still lives here and we needed time to begin planning the wedding.” The audience went crazy with applause.

“So how’s the planning coming,”

“Uhh...it’s proving to be harder than we initially estimated. We don’t live together—he’s here in LA and I’m in DC. So with that being said, we can’t just meet at a central location at lunch and talk about flowers and what not. He’s big money now with his ever-filling schedule and I’m doing the damn thing too so we can’t just break. We try to reserve a weekend every month to devote our time and energy to planning. The few times we’ve actually come together, progress was def made.”

“One more question before the break: when’s the wedding date?”

You looked at him with your usual “Really, nigga?” face. “C’mon, Jimmy. I can’t just disclose something personal like that. We don’t want our special day to be a media circus. But the only thing I will say is that it’s in 2020.”, you teased.

“We’ll be back after the break.” The audience applauded until the director yelled “Cut!”

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“And we’re back! I’m here on this Valentine’s Day with the incomparable Khalida Abdullah, attorney and activist. Now earlier, you mentioned that your fiancé is none other than actor Winston Duke, who’s been on this show before.”, Jimmy explained. The ladies in the audience swooned.

“That’s correct! He’s currently doing press for his upcoming movie Us. Y’all should hit it up next month.”, you responded, trying to conceal the goofy smile forming.

“So one thing I failed to mention before the break was that you two are gracing the cover of Essence Magazine’s Black Love issue.”, Jimmy announced. The audience cheered. He propped the advance copy up that showed you and Winston posed together and serving faces.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, is it difficult being in a relationship with a man of growing international status?”

“Well, damn. I never even thought about that. Ummmm...no. If anything, our relationship is growing stronger. Life after Black Panther has, in a sense, caused us to strengthen our communication. I believe that our mutual communication is our greatest asset. We literally text each other our daily schedules and we have each other’s events and event reminders in other’s phones. We’re very transparent with one another.”

“So you don’t get jealous with other ladies throwing their panties at Winston?”

You shot Jimmy an unimpressed look. “Why get jealous when he’s in mine all the time?”, you said unphased, shrugging your shoulders, crossing your legs and drinking from your mug. The audience hooted and hollered.

"Welll, here's an Instagram picture of the two of you. Not quite like we just discussed but very cute. Does he get tired of the graduations and celebrations you drag him to? You taking his shine?"

A picture of you two came on the screen. It was the Instagram picture the two of you took at your graduation dinner this past spring. In your beautiful red off-shoulder African dress and doctoral cap and he in his khaki seersucker and unbuttoned white dress shirt, the two of you jokingly did the “prom pose” and he was kissing your neck. Your signature smile and red lip were on full display as you were mid-laugh. The audience awed as they felt the warmth and love you two shared in that moment.

“Nahhh...in his mind, he sees us as equally yoked. Whatever hustle I have, be it a speaking engagement, an award, or anything, he’s cheering me on 125%, and the same goes for me. So with anything in our lives, you’ll see one go all the way for the other. Metaphorically, no one has a bigger head between us.”

“But in the literal sense?”

“Oh, it’s definitely his ass.” Everyone including yourself burst out laughing. “Plus, it doesn’t hurt that we’re good arm candy for each other for events. I mean, look at us!”, you said enthusiastically as you pointed at the picture.

“Well, one more thing before we go: what’s on the agenda for Valentine’s Day?”, Jimmy inquired. You carefully thought about your answer. The thought of being away from your Teddy Bear on Valentine’s Day sucked ass.

“Well, unfortunately, he’s on his way to New York to tend to some business. Buuuut, in a perfect world, I’d be rushing to finish this interview and get ready to go out on a date or stay in, get into our pajamas, and watch Forensic Files all night long.”

“Well, once again, happy Valentine’s Day and congratulations on everything you’ve accomplished. Khalida Abdullah, everybody.”, Jimmy concluded. The audience stood up and cheered as you and Jimmy chatted it up until yhe break.

“Annnnd cut! Great job, Khalida!”, the producer yelled over the PA system.

“Not bad for your first interview.”, Jimmy complimented. You thanked him for the opportunity and were escorted backstage.

Jacqui was the first of your staff to welcome you backstage. “K.D. (you hated formalities with your staff), that was amazing! It’s crazy to think that you were terrified right before this and now look at you: mastered it like it was nothin’!”, she said as she hugged you deeply. You’d thanked her and you started walking back to your dressing room.

“I just wished that Wins could’ve been here, y’know?”, you whispered loud enough so Jacqui could hear. You opened the door and it hit something heavy, the door’s impact sounded as though the victim may have been a person. Your face scrunched in curiosity and your native New Orleans kicked in for this very moment. “Bitch, who the fuck?!”, you yelled. You stepped back to make sure you were going to the right dressing room. Yup, this is my dressing room. You slowly opened opened the door again.

Your confused expression remained on your face as you heard Ed Sheeran’s Perfect playing softly. The lights were dimmed just enough that you could see Winston standing in the middle of the room looking the fuck good as usual. You ran to him, tightly hugging his torso. He took in the sweet scent of your loc oil and perfume and kissed the top of your locs. He could feel your chubby cheeks complimenting your candy apple red smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Pumpkin.”, he whispered.

“You raggedy as fuck. Just want you to know that. I love you though. ”, you clapped back.

“I love you, too, but hoooooow?!”, Winston looked down into your teary light brown eyes. “New York, Winston? Really?”, you answered.

“Denver, Khalida? Really?, he shot back.

Silence. “Touché.”

Your staff recorded the entire exchange. Praise the ancestors for them. You looked over to the counter to see a large bouquet of your rose trifecta and Tropical Skittles, your personal favorite candy. Your favorite snack was sporting a burgundy suit with a tan turtleneck.

“Now, I was in a crunch trying to get here, but I figured you’d appreciate the Tropical Skittles over the originals, even though Skittles are your favorite regardless.”, he explained. You shook your head as you heard his explanation.

“God, I love you, Winston.” He kissed your fivehead before giving your lips the same attention.

“I love you even more, Pumpkin.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”, you asked.

“Only twice in the past hour. ”, he teased. “Now come on—it’s half-past 4 and we need to get ready for the night ahead of us.”

“Welp, there goes that Forensic Files binge-a-thon I bragged about.”

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changingourdestiny · 5 years ago

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Shadowkeep Part 6: Hus Ra She, Fight Without Fear

Summary:

Marcia isn't too keen on Rae going off to hunt Nightmares by herself, so she calls in some old friends to help her out.

Previous Part: Here

Next Part: Here

“And you let her?!” Marcia was staring daggers at Eris from where she was sitting against her Sparrow. “It was her choice.” Eris replied simply, “She refused to let you push yourselves any further. She was afraid you’d collapse from fatigue.” Marcia growled to herself before a look of realisation crossed her face, “Nox, I need you to make a call.” “Yes, ma’am.” Nox replied, appearing beside Marcia. “What are you up to?” Blaze asked, shooting the rogue a suspicious glance. “Just callin’ in a favour.” Marcia replied after muttering the contact’s name to Nox, making it that nobody else could hear the conversation. “Hello? …Yeah, it’s me…No problem! How’s it holding up for ya? ...Great! Listen, I need a favour. Are you able to get to the Moon by any chance? …Brilliant! Remember Rae? …That’s her. She’s gone off on her own to take on some bad guys. It’s not that I don’t trust her, but I feel like she needs some back up. I’d go myself, but I’m a little beat up right now…Really? You’re awesome! Give everyone my thanks! ...Will do! See ya soon!” “Who’d you call?” Adam asked. “You’ll see.” Marcia grinned. ——————————————————————— Sometime later… “Damn it!!” Rae exclaimed as she was sent flying into a rock by a Nightmare Ogre. “Ugh…why wasn’t it a Nightmare Dreg or something…?” Rae groaned. But her pained expression shifted to one of terror when she saw the Ogre charging straight at her. “Da dis, sher ha!!!” A loud yell was heard from behind Rae as she saw a figure leap over her and grapple onto the Nightmare Ogre with a blade. Rae recognised the armour almost immediately, “Tif?!” “Hi, friend!” Tif greeted cheerfully as she hoisted herself on top of the Ogre and stabbed her Shock Blade into its head. The Ogre roared in pain as it began to thrash around in an attempt to shake off the Titan. “W-whoa!” Tif exclaimed as she held onto the blade tightly, riding the Nightmare like it was some sort of Hive rodeo, before calling out, “Dra da do go ne! Hus e sher ha!” As soon as the command left her mouth, a number of Dregs and Vandals emerged from behind the rocks and began attacking the Nightmare. Rae quickly got to her feet and began to help the Fallen take down the Nightmare. “Stand back!” Rae yelled as she prepared a Solar Grenade. “Dra des!” Tif repeated to the Fallen as she jumped of the Ogre. Rae lobbed the Solar Grenade right at the Ogre’s head. It let out a hideous roar before finally slumping to the ground as the Fallen cheered. “Nice shot!” Tif grinned as she removed her helmet and gave Rae a playful slap on the back. “Thanks.” Rae smiled, “Can you tell your group they did great too? You guys really saved my butt there.” Tif turned to the Dregs and Vandals behind her, “Bo hur kin ma ra she! Hus den, Bo Light!” The Dregs and Vandals held up their weapons in a cheer. “What are you guys doing here anyway?” Rae asked, “I thought you mainly stuck to the EDZ?” “Marcia called me saying you might need back up since the others aren’t fit for fighting.” Tif explained, “So I asked Misraaks and he gave my squadron and I permission to take a Skiff here and help out.” “Man…” Rae chuckled, “I really owe Marcia big time now…” “What are these things anyway?” Tif asked, poking the Nightmare’s dead body with her blade, “It doesn’t look like a regular Hive.” “It’s a Nightmare.” Rae exclaimed, “Creature created by the Darkness from pure fear. There’s a Pyramid below the surface that’s causing them to appear here.” “Yikes…” Tif grimaced as she took a few steps back, “Why are you fighting these things if they’re that dangerous?” “We need their power to enter the Pyramid and find out what exactly it is.” Rae replied as Ghost appeared and began scanning the Nightmare, “I’ve already taken out a Nightmare Legionary and now this one’s down, so I just need one more and we’re done.” “Well, you have the House of Light as back up!” Tif grinned, “So it should be easy, right?” “Thanks, Tif!” “No problem! Now let’s go hunt a Nightmare!” ——————————————————————— Rae skimmed across the Moon’s surface on her Sparrow while Tif and the Fallen followed close by on their Pikes as the two Guardians made small talk, “So how’s Mithrax and the rest of the Eliksni doing since you got the reactor?” Rae asked. “Great! Mithrax is growing back to his full height again and the rest of the House are stronger than ever!” Tif replied. “Wait. Growing?” “Well, have you ever seen a Kell before?” “Yeah?” “Well, since we were lacking Ether, Misraaks was stuck in his Captain size. So once we got the reactor set up, he began to grow back to the height of a Kell.” “Whoa…” Rae gasped in awe, remembering how tall Skolas was when she, Blaze and Adam aided Petra and Variks in taking down the House of Wolves. “Yup!” Tif grinned, “Sadly since I’m not Eliksni, I won’t get to grow to Captain size. But I was able to make some modifications to Berhane’s shell so he can convert Ether to make it non-poisonous for me and to give me an arc shield and I can even teleport, just not as often as most Captains.” “That’s cool!” Rae replied, “That reminds me, when Ghost and I first met Mithrax, he was a Captain from House Dusk. What happened between then and now?” “Well…I don’t know much about Misraaks before he became Kell of House Light. He doesn’t like to talk about his life in House Dusk. But he told me he once met an Awoken woman who befriended him when he was a Vandal in House Wolves and formed an alliance with her. After he joined House Dusk, he wanted to form an alliance with humanity but was constantly brushed off and he eventually gave up until something convinced him otherwise.” “What?” Rae asked. “You, silly!” “M-me?!” “Yup!” Tif nodded, “When you showed Misraaks mercy, it reminded him of that woman, and he began to believe that Eliksni and humanity really could work together. So he defected from House Dusk and formed House Light with the Dregs and Vandals that followed him. He wants to unite all Eliksni under one Banner.” “So…he wants to become a…Kell of Kells?” “You could say that. But not like Skolas. Skolas wanted to make House Wolves superior to all other races while Misraaks wants humanity and Eliksni to live in peace under the Traveller. Not long after he formed the House, he found me being attacked by Hive and saved my life. In return for saving my life, I offered to join his house. And the rest is history! Since I was stronger than any Vandal or Dreg in his house, he made a Captain straight away, earning me the name ‘Small Captain’. I’ve been his right hand ever since.” “Well, we definitely owe you all big time for this. So if you ever need the Tower’s help, just let me know.” “You got it!” A Vandal pulled up beside Tif and spoke to her in Eliksni, causing her to hold her hand up to stop the rest of the Fallen. “What’s up?” Rae asked, stopping as well. “Skaklen says he spotted something while scouting ahead.” Tif replied, hopping off her Pike and putting her helmet on. She motioned to Rae to follow her as she climbed up a nearby ridge of rocks beside a crater. The two Guardians poked their heads above the ridge where they saw a Nightmare Wizard along with other Nightmare Hive inside the Crater. “Is that one of those Nightmares?” Tif whispered. “Yep.” Rae replied, “You ready?” “Always.” Tif replied confidently as Rae saw the familiar shield of a Captain form around her. “Alright. Let’s go!” Rae yelled as she leapt over the ridge and glided down into the crater while firing her auto-rifle as Tif yelled to her squadron, “Hus ra she! Shes dres!” as she followed Rae into the crater with the Fallen not far behind. ——————————————————————— Marcia paced back and forth in the Sanctuary as Adam looked over his metal arm and Blaze made little flames appear on her fingertips. Marcia looked up at the sound of several engines coming towards her, seeing multiple Pikes and a Sparrow heading their way. Adam and Blaze went for their guns but relaxed upon seeing Rae’s Sparrow and recognising Tif’s armour. “Heyo, the champ returns!” Marcia laughed, “You like the surprise I sent ya?” “You bet!” Rae smiled as she got off her Sparrow, Tif also getting off her Pike, “Hello again, friends!” “You called Tif and the House of Light?” Blaze asked, a surprised look on her face. “Nicely done.” Adam added. “Figured you’d be lost without us, so I asked the House of Light to give some back up!” Marcia explained. “Just as well. Those Nightmares were pretty scary!” Tif added. “Thanks again, Tif.” Rae thanked, “We owe you.” “No problem!” Tif grinned, “Come visit the Ketch sometime!” Tif waved as she got back on her Pike and sped off towards their Skiff with the rest of her squad. “By the way, Ikora stopped by.” Blaze spoke up as she motioned to a green portal nearby, “She wants to talk to you and Eris.” “Ikora’s here?” Rae muttered before heading towards the portal, “I’ll be back in a sec.” ——————————————————————— Rae approached the ledge looking over the Pyramid where she saw Ikora standing there, looking at it. “I had to see it with my own eyes…” Ikora spoke as she heard Rae approach, “How long has it sat in silence? Watching us?” “Much too long.” Ikora and Rae turned to see Eris approaching them, now five Phantoms in tow. “I can’t help but feel responsible for this, Eris.” Ikora began, “If I hadn’t sent you here-” “Your concern is noted, but my fate is my own responsibility.” Eris interrupted, “And we both know you didn’t come here to apologise.” “I came to tell you…you were right.” Ikora admitted, “It seems those responsible for our Collapse…are coming back.” The Phantoms began to surround and close in on Eris, their whispers getting louder and louder. “QUIET!” Eris yelled, causing the Phantoms to quickly back off. Rae jumped in fear, never hearing Eris raise her voice before. Even Ikora seemed caught off guard. “You’re all insufferable! Save your torment for someone who gives a damn!” Eris growled, slightly out of breath. Ikora and Rae shot each other a concerned glance before Ikora spoke up, “Eris. The Vanguard is at your disposal.” “Then if you’ll excuse us, Ikora…” Eris spoke as she turned to leave, “We have work to do.” Rae went to follow but Ikora stopped her, “Rae. Whatever she needs.” Rae gave an understanding nod, “You can count on us, Ikora. I promise.” To Be Continued…

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moonaft · 6 years ago

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The Winter Long - Reread

Rosemary and Rue

A Local Habitation

An Artificial Night

Late Eclipses

One Salt Sea

Ashes of Honor

Chimes At Midnight

Interlude : Full of Briers

As always, spoilers up to The Brightest Fell and October 2018 for the Patreon stories. No spoilers for Night and Silence, and at this point I think I’ll have finished the entire reread by the time I get my copy. Which is just as well.

First off, ‘the winter long’ is one line after ‘rosemary and rue’. Is the final book going to be ‘Grace and Remembrance’?

I really like TWL. This was a good book, filled with shifting allies and cameos by my favorite people. It’s probably my favorite after The Brightest Fell and not just because of Simon.

I am going to ignore the fact that the knowe is called ‘Muir Woods’ even before it was named that in 1908. Maybe? Maybe Arden took up the name really quickly. I can’t find a mention of it by name in Patrick’s first short story and I can’t dig up “In Little Stars” right now to check if it was called Muir Woods back then. Patreon’s search sucks.

Onto the ball! A good ball, in which no one gets poisoned or nearly assassinated and Toby doesn’t commit murder. Yeah, if I was her I also wouldn’t want to go to fancy balls. She takes after Sylvester in that regard.

Speaking of, hi Sylvester! Hi Li Quin!

Arden has social anxiety and needs more friends than Madden. I am surprised no noble Daoine Sidhe have come a-courting. At least she’ll get Walther and Cassandra to take jobs at court soon.

I love Arden subtly copying Quentin in table manners.

Are Raven-maids and -men the opposite of Selkies, born birds and need the feathers to transform? Jazz takes off her band to turn into a raven. Amandine doesn’t, but presumably her magic can force the transformation regardless. Though Amandine does imply that destroying the band will keep her as a human.

Yes, it’s time to put everyone to bed. Meanwhile, Toby gets to pull some all nighters.

Hello, Simon.

I love how no one has questioned where he was since Late Eclipses, and that only as a brief mention. He’s the tragic backstory, not meant to show up in the present. Oleander was that too, but now she’s dead and can’t hurt anyone anymore.

Yeah, she was really not expecting that. Why is it that the bad things only happen to Toby during the books? From the plot summaries, the time between the books is the only time she gets to relax.

Yes, that’s not Sylvester.

It’s sad how much Toby has internalized him as her personal boogeyman. Dugan, Riordan, Samson, the false Queen could all be fought. It wasn’t easy by any means, but here Toby’s given up without a fight which just doesn’t happen. She’s already determined this is a fight she can’t win.

I love that the first thing Simon does is praise her. He genuinely does not mean her ill-will.

So Simon has not seen Evening in years prior to TWL and did come to warn Toby about it. Or, turn her into a tree for a hundred years, but to him, that is helping. Evening didn’t send him so he must have gotten word somehow that she was returning. Where was he all those years?

Hello Jazz, you have great timing. Sorry that you are once again attacked in your own home.

Simon didn’t come in limping – Toby turning his spell back against him must have hurt him badly.

Why exactly does Simon have so many transformation spells? Is this his own flower-based transformation or something he got from Evening? It could be his own – he once transformed Patrick’s suit into something more modern and there’s no indication that eventually failed. And why fish? Could he have transformed Patrick into a fish so he and Dianda could spend time together in the Undersea without breathing spells? That would be so cute.

Good job on using your cats to warn Tybalt.

I think even May gets over her feelings by the time of TBF, or at least, she’s willing to let him try so they can save Jazz.

All in all, Simon’s going to get what he wants by the end of this book, namely, Toby’s safety. Sure, he’s elf-shot but so’s Evening. It’s TBF where he’s going to get his ass kicked repeatedly.

Same, Quentin – I too have an endless supply of songs about boats. Five bucks says you’re singing “The Mary Ellen Carter”.

Tybalt probably would still shred Simon to pieces given the change but he’s out of the picture for all of TBF.

Why do you think you can predict what Simon’s going to do, Toby? You know literally nothing about his objectives. He’s also willing to answer what he can of your questions and tell you things without being asked.

The knowe is willing to let Toby through, and she is family. Would the knowe have let Simon through because he helped build it? What about August?

Way to mess it up, Sylvester. You definitely should have told Toby about Simon before you sent her after him. But that’s in the past and doesn’t matter, does it, Sylvester? Just like September, just like August. It can’t hurt you anymore, right?

I do believe the twins were close once, and by 1840 that’s no longer the case, but it doesn’t matter until 1906. You didn’t help enough to find August, or you encouraged her too much, it doesn’t matter. Simon wanted you to hurt the way he hurt, and if you can’t see that, you have forgotten too much.

Yeah, I can’t imagine Simon hurting Amandine unless it was in direct defense of August or Toby. Sylvester, you should know Amandine’s not going to let him back into her life without August present. You should know this, why don’t you know this?

Tybalt, you told them to run, that is not the Torquills’ fault. Hey, remember that decree that says if you want to marry one of the three, that one can’t refuse?

“I need you to live long enough to be cannon fodder when Simon decides to attack.” Quentin loves you too, Toby.

You are missing a vital, vital piece of why Simon was running around with Oleander. He’s not doing it for shits and giggles, Toby.

Poor Luidaeg. It sucks having the answers and not being able to tell them. Toby’s doing better on the questions this time around.

“At least we know that Simon won’t be able to come after us there.” One small problem with that, Toby.

Does each Library have its own library card, or is it an all access pass?

Mags definitely wanted Toby to show up after Simon left. Whoops. And Toby, you still owe her your mother’s history.

Hi again, Simon. Maybe this time you can actually talk?

Yeah, the arrangement with Oleander is definitely non-con. Everyone is glad she’s dead except probably Evening.

Simon has three modes in this book: what he thinks will help Toby, what Toby thinks is helpful, and what he does as a servant of Evening. This is the middle interaction – useful information, no one is transformed or hurt.

Toby, remember you still owe Mags info on your mom.

Amandine definitely ruined your life, Toby, even if you don’t want to admit it.

Good job on raising the dead, Toby.

I guess Evening is a vampire? There’s at least one Snow White legend like that.

“Your lover was a Selkie; he told me quite a bit after he died.” How- What- Did the Luidaeg summon the night haunts to talk to Connor?

How long had Simon been sitting on Toby’s doorstep? He must have gotten straight to Shadowed Hills to get the roses and then back to her place. To the rose gardens at least, he couldn’t have gotten into the halls themselves.

This is the other thing – Toby stops again to ask her personal boogeyman for help. She trusts him enough to do that, which is something we don’t see anywhere else in the series. To be fair, Simon does keep insisting that he’s there to help, which is something no other villain does.

And Simon’s convinced she’s going to die.

May’s benched again, which is a recurring theme that she specifically acknowledges. Let this girl have a field trip with Toby.

Although not into the ocean because that’s where everyone ended up! Hi Dianda. Thanks for saving Toby from drowning.

I wonder what would have happened if Toby told Dianda that Simon gave her the warning. Probably nothing good – here’s yet another trusted authority figure who knew about that relationship and didn’t tell her.

Hello Evening. Hate to see you again. If only Dianda could punch you in the face.

Here her magic is roses and snow but I swear I’ve seen it described as roses and apples somewhere.

So where was she these past few years as she recovered? Does she have another knowe?

So why is Marcia not affected by Evening’s magic? Evening doesn’t recognize Marcia as anything other than changeling, I think. But Evening wouldn’t care that much. I really really want her to be Titania. Maeve would be cool too, but I want her to be Titania.

Good thing no one drowned in that little episode, including Tybalt and Quentin.

Hi Raj! Everything’s ok!

Props to Toby for being willing to burn the Library down to get it to close, and kudos to Mags for listening to her.

And Simon’s playing double agent on the phone. Toby couldn’t have gotten through this book without him.

Toby hasn’t actually slept since before the Yule ball. How many days and nights has it been since then?

So why did Evening get Quentin sent to Shadowed Hills directly after Luna and Raysel’s return? How did they break free?

Riordan was once in Alameda – how did she move down to Dreamer’s Glass?

And how did Sylvester know they were coming? Simon must have told Evening, or maybe Evening assumed Toby would show up.

Hi Etienne, Bridget and Chelsea!

Yes, leave the boys behind to play Xbox games. Good plan.

Luna does have several points about Evening, Raysel and Karen. Why, exactly, does Stacy have two Seer daughters? She is also smart enough to get her favor from Toby before telling Toby what’s going on.

Is Toby going to have to do a favor for every ally she has?

You can take the Daoine Sidhe out of the Torquill but you can’t take the fox-fur hair and golden eyes.

Poor Raysel. I hope this helps her.

Huzzah, Toby gets to sleep!

Hello again, Simon. OK, Toby doesn’t think he told Evening that she called Shadowed Hills. And he’s back at the house.

There’s something to be said for the image of Simon petting Toby’s rosebush-cat for hours.

Yes, everyone needs group therapy, which clearly doesn’t exist in Faerie.

Correction: there’s nothing in his blood now that she could change. If Toby knew enough to look, could she tell immediately? Maida told Toby that she was once a changeling, and now Toby can look at Quentin and see those watermarks. She has since looked at Sylvester and Simon and been unable to tell that they had human blood once, but Toby misses a lot.

Hmm, Toby is not this… intimate with anyone else. Mind walking while riding Simon’s blood? She’s never done this with living people before. I think if he can be saved in the end, it will involve something similar.

Yep, the non-con is strong here. Simon is a fascinating villain.

So what exactly was Simon planning here? Toby is not a tree. She’s out for several hours and up again. Was Simon buying her time?

Hi Luidaeg! Glad to see you up.

Titania also sounds like a shit mother.

Septiminus was Evening’s grandson. He certainly didn’t get his coloring from her.

“Most of her children died young.” But there were enough grandchildren to establish several Daoine Sidhe lines. Aethlin and Maida aren’t closely related to the Torquills or Dugan or Rhys or Riordan.

Maeve took what vengeance she could against Titania for the Luidaeg’s binding and we don’t know what that is, yet.

Ok, yes. This is where the Luidaeg says Evening’s signatures are apples and roses. Her own magic is brackish marshes and ocean air. Toby doesn’t ask about this.

Elizabeth Ryan would probably argue that the Luidaeg stole her heart but she isn’t here right now.

I am pretty sure Evening is older than the Luidaeg, but the Luidaeg implies Maeve could have had children before her, just not through Oberon. And none of them are living now.

The Luidaeg knows who Amandine’s mother is and can’t say.

Yes Evening, we know you don’t like Dianda and Patrick’s marriage. You can shut up about it now.

Is Dawn one of the things the Luidaeg can’t talk about? She is not mentioned at all in this book, least of all by Toby.

And Simon’s under Evening’s control again. Poor Tybalt.

And Toby’s covered in her own blood again.

Dammit, Sylvester, Simon’s better at giving Toby answers than you are.

Yes, which of the Queens owned that key? And what exactly is it?

Oh you still don’t know better by now, Toby. You are still somewhat blind to what’s going on around you.

Nice job breaking Evening’s spell, Toby.

Oh Simon, you were so close.

Being stabbed with Simon’s elf-shot laced blood is enough to take out a Firstborn but somehow drinking Nolan’s blood didn’t put Toby out.

Though being asleep isn’t going to stop her…

Naww, Tybalt and Toby are cute together.

Man, I really want to see Dianda and Patrick’s reactions on learning that Evening is the Daoine Sidhe Firstborn. And why does no one seem to recall Dawn? Is there a world-wide “don’t think about it” spell? If so, who could cast it?

#october daye

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originaldetectivesheep · 6 years ago

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Tales of the Missing 14 - A Last Song For The Road

There is a difference between how far we do go, and how far we can go: in an age when going around the world means only paying several expensive jet-powered bus fares, who is the adventurer and who is not is not immediately clear.

A Last Song For The Road

Cathy brushed a long strand of hair out of her face and looked down at her drink. "I think it's amazing," she said. "I don't think that I could ever do something like that – just go off somewhere that far away, just like that. It's – you're – it's something really special." She looked up at Dave again, trying not to look too interested – trying not to look too obviously interested.

He smiled back, that rogueish smile that probably had girls like her at his feet everywhere he went, Beijing to Berlin, leaning against the jukebox. "Naw – it's not much. You see what you got to do, and then you pull up and do it, I guess. It's what I do – I'm not sure that I know how to do anything else." He took another slug out of his beer. "But, I can't say that I don't like getting home once in a bit; the road takes a lot out of you, so I want to make the most of the time I got back here – back with my people, where I come from." He was looking straight at her, straight through her, and Cathy knew that even if he didn't feel quite the same way she did – and that wasn't a foregone conclusion either – he would let her feel the way she felt, give her what she wanted, let her have him tonight.

Dave smiled again, and nodded over at the jukebox. "It's getting a little late – let's do one more song before I got to go." Cathy nodded looking quickly down at her phone, scanning the messages from Marcia and Tess back at the bar, running commentary on the stream of her life, and from somewhere over by the door, someone yelled back at them: "Dave, yo! Uber's here!"

"Goddamnit," Dave said, and when Cathy looked up he was already moving, pushing his way through the crowd, and she took a step, reaching out after him, and then the jukebox caught behind her, and she stopped dead still, the slow turbid intro of Seether's "Fine Again" boiling up out of the speakers behind her. This was how he left – this was how he went out, out onto the road – this was what he left her with.

No. Barely as soon as the distorted guitars came in to give her a kick in the back, Cathy was moving, pushing her way out, out past the door guy and into the dark of Norwich Street, staring after the taillights of his ride sinking off into the dark. Brakes squealed next to her, and Cathy spun in place, something in her eyes freezing the taxi driver silent, even as he hauled himself out the window to scream at her for blocking the road. "FOLLOW THAT UBER!"

"You got it, lady," the driver said, kicking the passenger door open, and Cathy was in before it barely smacked all the way out, the taxi grumpling out into gear and leaping ahead barely before she had the chance to pull it closed. It couldn't end like this – it definitely couldn't end just like this.

"I – lady, all I said was I saw him," the cashier said, wondering whether she should be shifting closer to the silent alarm. People got weird in airports all the time, but this was the first time that she'd even heard of someone flipping out and going ham at a pretzel stand over a runaway boyfriend. "You don't got to show a boarding pass to buy a pretzel – I don't know where he was going."

"Please," Cathy said, knuckles white where she was gripping the cash register with both hands. "Please – anything. Did he say anything – anything at all?"

The cashier leaned back. "I – miss, a lot of people come through here. National's a big airport. Lot of people come by want to buy a pretzel – we kind of famous for DC. I can't remember everybody."

"But you remembered him – his description," Cathy said, pressing in, leaning over the counter. "You remembered that much – can't you remember anything he said? Anything at all?"

"I – wait – wait – that was it." The cashier blinked, and straightened up. "That's right – I try to upsell him on the drink, you know, and he said naw, I got to get a beer, and that's why I was here, cuz where I'm going they don't got beer and if I'm eat a pretzel I got to have a beer with it. That's it – he got to be going to like Dubai or shi–, or something, cuz they can't got beer there." She took a deep breath. "Is that okay? I'm serious, it's all I got. So can you –"

Cathy was staring down at her phone. "Not Dubai – not right away. The window is wrong – if he was here and gone an hour ago it has to be Atatürk – Turkey. Regular flights – but I'd have to change my ticket – I'll miss his – and the next one won't be –" She was talking to herself, mumbling as she walked away, eyes wild.

"Miss – goddamn – you gonna block my line, pitch a fit, and you ain't even buy a pretzel? Goddamnit! What the hell?" But it was no use: Cathy was already long gone, lost again into the press of the terminal.

"No, listen," the bartender said in clipped Dutch-accented English, "this is a bar and not an information bureau. You want to sit and talk about your bad times, you buy a beer and I will stand here and listen. You want a beer and not to talk, cooler is behind you, you pay, I open your bottle, you go away. You not want to buy anything, you go away." Cathy folded her arms, trying to work out how to deal with this aspect of Turkish customer service as Atatürk flowed and streamed around the bar, an island in the middle of the terminal walkways.

"I tried at the information booth," she started at last, "but I don't know his last name – and this is a big airport. It must be like half the world's going through here – I can't find him myself in the middle of everyone from Europe, Africa, and Asia all together."

The bartender shrugged. "Not my problem. You want a beer, you can buy; information, not my problem."

"I can't buy something in every place he might have been through – there's not that many bars, but I'd still get totally drunk."

The bartender glared. "Still, it's my problem how?"

Cathy thought for a second. "If you can help me – if you saw him, if you can help me find him, I'll buy something. How about that? If you can't, it won't be long – I promise."

The bartender raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. "All right," he said after a second. "All right; I'll bet you my time, against your beer money. So what about it? Any other description, besides the white American guy, middle height, middle build, blue eyes, light brown hair with goatee?"

Cathy thought for a second. She didn't know that much about Dave – couldn't tell what clothes he might have changed from the bar to New Haven to DC to here. But –

"He – he likes Seether," she said, tentatively, not sure that it would help, but the bartender's jaw dropped open.

"That guy! Him! Yeah, he was here!" He leaned forward, hands on the bar. "We were playing Die Antwoord, and he gave me shit about it – told me to put on Seether, a good band if we were going to have to play bands from South Africa. I mean, I didn't change the music because we can't, and to fuck with him, but he kept on – how it's all the electronic in Hong Kong, and how he thought he wouldn't have to put up with that here in Turkey on the way, and, like fuck him, but isn't that it?"

"Hong Kong – there's a one-stop through Abu Dhabi – open seat – thirty minutes – I could make it if I run – but, no, that's a terminal change, I'd have to take the bus –" Cathy was moving, staring down at her phone, halfway out of the bar, and then the bartender's cough cracked like a gunshot. She jumped, then shamefacedly picked up an Efes Light out of the cooler. She did owe him, but it was just the one question – it was all right to try and get out of this on the cheap.

"Forty-five lira please," the bartender said, grabbing the beer out of her hands and cracking the cap off with his church key. Cathy remembered the sign from the exchange counter and did the math. Nine dollars. For a Turkish Bud Light. Holy fuck. She pushed a stool out and sat down, handing her card across the counter, trying to come to terms with the prices as much as to prepare herself for what was to come.

"No, I am very sorry, miss," the border guard said, perfectly cool because at least three Westerners had to have this talk every single day, "but you can't transfer to the Shenzhen subway at Futian stop if you don't have a Chinese visa. I know it's the same subway card, but there's still a border here. Please, go back to Admiralty, then go to city hall and make a visa application if you need to cross the border."

Cathy's eyes flicked back and forth wildly, her passport crumpling between her fingers and the desk. "But – but – if I can go, I'll find him – I'll be quick. Look, isn't Shenzhen one of those 72-hour cities? Where you can get the instant visa if you have proof you're leaving?"

The border guard shook her head, wondering exactly where these people came from who thought "I'll be quick, just in and out" would work to get in to a country that made people show their passport to buy an inter-city bus ticket. "Yes, miss, there is a 72-hour visa – for people who arrive by air, and have proof of international connecting flight. We cannot give this visa at the subway border crossing. Please – just go make normal application. I can see you have a hard time, and I don't want to call the police. You can do it – you can do it the normal way, and everything will be fine. Please."

Cathy pulled back, her passport spindling in her fist. "Right. Right. If I have to – thank you. But isn't there some other way – wasn't there a same day visa, a visa with a lot of conditions and you have to find it from exactly the right place – something like that, but you could get it in an hour if you could and then get across the border the same day?" She was drawn up, hesitant, like she knew this was a last throw of the dice.

The border guard furrowed her eyebrows behind her glasses. "Miss, this is not the Vietnam War days any more. We're not any more a British colony. We have rules, and rules are followed – we don't have the same-day visa since fifteen years. Don't think, just anything goes in Hong Kong, that you can do anything you want. Just go Admiralty, make the application, wait a few days and go Disneyland or Ladies Market if get bored waiting." She snorted and slammed her stamp into the stamp pad. "Next!"

Cathy backed up, away, down the chute back to the Lok Ma Chau tracks. It would be hard – it would be hard waiting, having to track him down in Shenzhen across the border, having to learn up in Chinese waiting for the visa to even communicate with people over there – but she'd come this far, and gotten this close, and there was no way on earth that she was going to stop now.

"Is – is this all?" Cathy wasn't quite sure how skepticism scanned in Chinese, even after a week and a half of constantly dealing with Chinese speakers unsure what the hell she was doing here, alone, on a mission, from Shenzhen to Xiamen to Fuzhou to Ningbo, to the Nanjing cutoff and finally to Qingdao, but not to Yantai, not yet, not tonight. She nodded anyway; it was too late and she was too tired and she still had to hunt up a room at one of the sketchy-looking hotels around the train station to collapse in for the night.

"Yes. This is all. Sorry it's a lot: I have train tomorrow, and then ferry from Yantai to Dalian." The clerk shrugged, because this wasn't really her problem, after all, and started baling up Cathy's energy drinks and cup-noodle pots and snacks-that-didn't-look-like-flooring-tiles-marinated-in-chili-oil into doubled-up plastic bags.

"Ni hui chu DaLian ma?" someone asked, and Cathy turned to look behind her at the cluster of middle-aged fishermen sitting around a table, drinking Laoshan beer out of long green bottles and stubbing cigarettes out in an empty sardine can. "There isn't a train until the morning; come over and have a drink! Lailailai!"

Cathy adjusted her bags, unsure how to answer; she wasn't going to get any closer to Dave tonight, but no matter how fast she'd adapted, how much better her Chinese'd gotten, sitting around drinking in a 7-11 with a bunch of old guys was maybe still a cultural bridge too far. "What're you going to Dalian for?" another one of them asked. "Russian? Got Russian friends?"

She shook her head. "No; I go to Harbin – from Dalian to Harbin. I – I look for somebody."

The youngest of them, someone's kid or nephew, lifted his close-buzzed head off the far end of the table, bleary-eyed, blinking. "If you're going to Harbin, why go to Dalian? Why not just take the fast train?"

Cathy took a step forward, curious, confused. "The fast train? I ask, about trains, but the fast trains from here only go back to Nanjing. Or, I didn't understand – I can't read, and sometimes it's hard to listen."

The first speaker shook his head, smiling, and beckoned her in with a downward flip of his hand. "The fast trains going north are from the new train station; come over, we'll tell you how to get there. Lai, lai!" Cathy nodded and bustled her shopping around, pulling out a Qingpi from her own provisions and popping the cap off with a stray chopstick as she sat down.

"That one's cousin is a tax driver," the guy continued as Cathy took a first drink from her beer, pointing across the table at the balding one, who stood up and shuffled back to the drinks shelf, grinning a manic grin. "He can take you to the new train station; there should be a subway up there, but it's not done yet, and if you can't read, you can't take the bus." He raised up his beer and clicked it against Cathy's. "Cheers! Where is your hotel?"

She shook her head. There was welcoming, and then there was dangerous. "Around. I'll find a place. This is a fast trip."

"Rose Phoenix Inn will have spare rooms," the nephew said, fumbling at another Laoshan and not getting the cap off. "You don't want to go over too late because it's, uh, guest friendly, but you can stay a little, drink with us!" He pushed a tin of what looked like oil-packed octopus across the table at Cathy. "Try some! It's good!" She nodded, taking the chopsticks the first, graying fisherman handed her over from the counter, and was making appropriate yum noises on a first pinch of octopus when the balding guy came back with a handful of clear plastic cups and a quart bottle of baijiu. Four cups, around the four of them at the table, the bottle empty and hers fullest.

The fishermen looked at her expectantly. Cathy set her beer bottle down on the table with a clunk. "Nimen xiang wo xia ba?" Are you guys trying to kill me? But she picked up the cup anyway, drank it down anyway. These guys were getting her a taxi – they were getting her a taxi to a faster train – they were getting her that much closer to Dave.

She'd checked the few hotels on the other side of the ridge first, by the train station, and after doing that climb Cathy was fairly sure that if Dave was registered on this side of Vladivostok, he wouldn't go hiking over it – it was worse than San Francisco, it was like you needed spikes and a climbing rope to go up the street – just to go out to the bar. So this one looked promising – on the long bay side and not part of a hotel, small and snug and maybe not full of Russian sailors, or with just enough of them that Dave could feel like he could hold court like an international badass. Cathy shoved through the wooden doors under the fancifully-carved ПОРТ РОЯЛ archboard, ignoring the confused bartender and thrice-confused Chinese marines and their domino game, because through the gloom inside she could see him – she couldn't mistake him: she had found him at last, at long last.

He was about to press a button on the jukebox, and she found her voice even as she got up to him to take him by the arm. "Dave!" she said, "Dave – it's Cathy! Cathy!"

He blinked, and his eyes widened, and he nearly fell over. "But – I mean – we had a good time, but what – what are you doing here on the other side of the damn planet?"

Cathy drew herself up, hands folded in front of her. "Because I couldn't leave it like that – I couldn't let you leave just like that – not without saying anything. It wouldn't be right; it wouldn't be right for me, not for you, not for any of us." She looked up. "Dave, when you left – when you were called out and you drove out of Wortham, this close to out of my life, do you remember what you did – do you remember how you left?"

He blinked, unsure, unsure of the meaning, the meaning that he'd provoked to drag this woman, against all odds, nearly all the way around the world. "I – I played a song on the jukebox. Yeah. I put in to play some Seether, because I didn't think I'd have to go right away."

"Exactly!" Cathy sparked up, pressing close in on him. "You played Seether! You were perfect – you were so perfect – you were the best thing that's ever happened to me and then you had to go and play Seether in public! WHAT IN THE DAMN HELL. Dave, Seether is an awful, awful band. They are bad, and dumb, and dumb-bad and bad-dumb – they're like if someone was listening to Puddle of Mudd and thought somehow, 'yes, but can we make it even worse'. Seether is terrible: they make bad music for fat teenagers from Ohio who think wearing juggalo makeup would make them gay. They are bad. They are so, so, so fucking bad, and I had to find you – I had to prove it, prove it to myself that you hadn't hit it by accident, that your taste really was that bad and I really couldn't have anything nice ever." Cathy wiped at the edge of her eye with the heel of her hand.

"But – they're not that bad – and – Russia, all the way to Russia?" Dave was reeling. Cathy folded her arms and glared.

"Yes. Yes they are. And in public – while you were talking to me – seriously, someone has to take responsibility." She took a deep breath. "I hope you have the time to think over what you've done; when I found your hotel the clerk showed me that you were registered for the full week. I'm on the next ferry to Japan tomorrow. Don't talk to me." She turned back to the bar. "Bratchik, Studyenoye podzhalste!" The barkeep opened the tap for her beer, shaking his head, and out the corner of her eye Cathy saw Dave reaching a five-ruble piece up for the jukebox. "A ni Seether!"

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fiercyy · 7 years ago

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Que Pasa Culata de Azucar?

Summary: Jake learns Spanish and does not immediately tell Amy. "Congratulations. It only took you 10 years to learn the language your partner speaks."

Thank you @cats-sarcasm-and-fandoms for the translations!

Amy is the kind of girl who went to college despite knowing she would be pursuing a career in law enforcement. She loved to learn; so, not only did she graduate summa cum laude but she double majored in Art History and Classics. On top of English, Spanish and a smattering of textbook-perfect french, Amy could read and write in greek, latin and hebrew.

It was sort of embarrassing.

Yesterday, he couldn’t figure how to fix the remote for his television so he ended up watching the Young and the Restless for four hours on his day off.

Amy and Jake put forth equal amounts of effort in very different ways, towards very different things. Besides their work itself.

Amy absorbs information like a sponge before wringing it out into the appropriate, color coded and labelled buckets in her head. She remembers literally everything ever and is thus great at crosswords and jeopardy.

Jake absorbs what’s immediately useful and discards the rest.

Every aspect of Amy’s life, besides self-care and emotions, is all-gung-ho all the time.

Jake puts his effort into jokes, into making his life full of zest, n’stuff. He will go to heretofore unheard of lengths for the sheer enjoyment of making others laugh.

Jake would never say this about himself, because he operates based on the idea that he flies by the seat of his pants at all times, and stumbles into everything based on a combination of sheer dumb luck and awesomeness of self.

On a Wednesday, for the first time, (well, not the first time. He probably put some effort into studying for the detectives exam or something. Or passing high school math. There’s got to have been something right?) Jake decides that he should take a page out of his weirdo wife’s book.

Much later, far off down the line he’ll say it was frustration that drove him to this point. That he was tired of sitting alone in a sea of confusion when they visit her family. That his sheer inability to follow the stories of her guilty pleasure telenovella was so insurmountably annoying that he just had to act.

Really it was just a series of amazing, wonderful, Amy-Santiago-Specialty presents. First it’s Hannukah, Then christmas, then his birthday, then Valentines and NO ONE is as pro as his wife at blowing his damn mind, four subsequent gift-giving holidays in a row. He cried at his birthday surprise. Tell no one.

Six months later …

Amy bites her lip and frantically looks around the precinct, ensuring the absence of prying eyes. She very suavely and inconspicuously gets up from her desk and strolls over to Rosa’s area.

“What .” It is not a question, but an icy hiss.

When Amy, who isnt usually cowed that easily, doesn’t speak up, Rosa looks up at her through narrow, calculating eyes. She must see something in her expression because she lets out an immense sigh and turns in her swivel chair. “What do you need?”

Amy opens her mouth.

And closes it.

Opens.

Closes.

Opens.

Rosa’s fingers under her chin bring her teeth together with a snap.

“Forget it,” she says nervously, “I’m being stupid. So stupid.”

“Probably!” Gina, who is across the room and not a part of this conversation, chimes in.

“Forget I said anything.” Amy makes to leave, face contorted in a painful wince. Rosa stares into her soul. Oh look at that. She’s grown roots. “Fine,” she sighs, “I need you to come help me stakeout a house.”

Rosa looks skeptical. “It’s a saturday.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“Where is this place?”

“East 47th and Claremont.”

“And you’re being weird about this because…”

Amy leans closer and whispers. “I think… I think Jake’s cheating on me.”

“HA!” Gina shouts loudly from where she has suddenly appeared right beside her ear. “That boy couldn’t, wouldn’t and probably shouldn’t be trolling for booty. He’s getting old, it’s kind of sad.”

“You’re the same age.”

“I am an ageless being made of pure light, descended from the heavens to grace you mere mortals with my presence.” She glances at her manicure, “So what are we waiting for? Are we going out on this stakeout or not?”

“No,” says Rosa flatly.

“Whyyyyyy,” Gina whines.

“Because Jake is not cheating on Amy. This is stupid.”

“But what if he is,” Amy pleads with her, “He’s been being weird. And he goes out every saturday. He says he has a pickup game with academy buddies. He doesn’t have academy buddies. ”

“That’s true,” Gina injects.

“You’re not helping,” spits Rosa, “Don’t legitimize her craziness.”

“Well, he’s also been hitting the gym more, but that’s none of my business.”

“Gina!”

“Please Rosa?” Amy’s eyes shine and her lips puff up in a pout, but what gets Rosa is the furrow of her brow and the very real worry she sees in her face.

“For the record, this is dumb.”

Gina and Amy take this as concession.

Rosa drives, Gina rides shotgun and Amy sits in the back. Together they watch the utilitarian brownstone. After an hour of inactivity the door opens and Jake bounds down the steps. He stops at the bottom and turns to wave at the woman in the doorway.

She can’t be more than 25. Her hair is long and black, bangs curl against her caramel cheek. It dimples when she smiles.

“ Goddamnit!” Amy shouts and slumps forward, head between her knees.

“Man. That boy has a type.”

“This is just great.”

“I will kill him for you,” offers Rosa.

“It doesn’t have to mean that right?” Amy seems to have chickened out of her own paranoia. “He could be here for any reason.”

“Sure he could,” says Gina, awkwardly patting her head. Amy lets out a breath and calms at the gesture. “But let’s be honest, probably not.”

Rosa hits her in the stomach.

“ Ow,” she grits pointedly.

“Come on, let’s head back to the precinct.”

Rosa does her very best to calm Amy down. (“Calm down,” she says.) And she doesn’t tell her this, but she runs the address through the database.

That night, Jake snuggles into her back and snuffles her hair. His warm hand caresses her arm and she feels so good, so safe. It makes her wonder how she could ever doubt him, when they fit together like this. He rubs his stubbly chin against her neck and settles in for the night.

And Amy just can’t let it go.

“Are we okay?” she asks breathlessly.

Jake is silent for a moment before he snorts. “Well, I should hope we’re better than okay at this point. We’ve been practicing for like four years.”

Amy turns in his embrace so they’re chest to chest. She’s so close that his eyes merge into one blurry one. He looks like a cyclops. She shakes her head free of the distraction. “I’m serious. Are we okay? Are you happy?”

Jake is taken aback and sounds afraid when he answers. “Why do you ask?”

She’s about to bring up her fears and feelings, she really is about to tell him the truth. But she imagines his reaction when she tells him she followed him. She imagines what he would say.

She chickens out.

The truth is, Amy is too scared to know. The truth is that Amy is so incandescently happy with her life that she’s willing to lie to herself a little. Maybe a lot. That frightens her, but not as much as the prospect of losing him to some young hot latina because seriously Jake? You are so transparent.

“I’m just… checking in. You know, like an audit. A relationship audit.”

“Why am I attracted to you again?” Her face burns and her gaze falls to his chest. Her shoulders curl inwards of their own volition. “Hey, I’m kidding. It’s just a bit I do,” Jake shucks her under the chin. “Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Jake Santiago, we’ll be married two years in September.”

“Sorry,” she sighs and leans up to rest her forehead against his. “Just been stuck in my head all day.”

“I think it’s sexy that you want to do a relationship audit. Should I whip out the spreadsheet pad? Will there be a physical evaluation of my assets?”

Amy laughs, “Oh definitely. I plan on being very thorough.”

“Santiago-style. I love it.”

“I love you,” she says with a bittersweet note to her voice.

“I bet I love you more.”

“False. But still, I don’t that’s something that I want to gamble on.”

Amy presses her lips against his and holds him tight. She slings her leg over his waist and rolls them over so that she’s on top, gently massaging his chest. “I love you Jake.”

“I love you too, Ames,” and he looks at her with wonderment and pride, the same way he has every day they’ve been together. It’s an expression that spreads warmth from her fingers to her toes and the thought of Jake with another woman flies out of her head. You can’t fake love like that. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. For the record.”

“For the record: same.”

It’s an hour and a half before Amy is asleep beside him, breathing evenly with her hands curled under her chin. Very carefully, Jake gets out of bed and sneaks out the bedroom floor and tiptoes into the living room where he left his satchel. He takes out his phone and earbuds then tiptoes back. He very carefully lower himself into bed and curls back up with his wife, who hasn’t budged an inch.

“Te equivocas de medio a medio, you are completely wrong. ”

He silently mouths along.

“ Claro hombre, eso es de cajón. Of course, that is obvious.”

The lease was under the name Marcia Rodgriguez, a 63-year-old mexican woman. It took some doing, but Rosa eventually found an ad that Marcia placed. She tutors Spanish as a second language.

Meanwhile, Jake is having trouble keeping it together. He’s been planning it for months. On their anniversary he’ll take her to the place where she proposed, get down on one knee and propose to her again in Spanish. Small consolation for her beating him to the punch in the first place but whatever. He knows it’ll make her happy. It’s the gift to trump all gifts, even those of the Santiago variety.

He would deny this, but he full on gushes to Boyle about it.

Who in turn, flings proportionate reaction to the wind and lifts Jake in the air, spinning him around. This is when Rosa walks into the bullpen. She turns around and walks right back out. Boyle, embarrassed, sets him down with a sheepish smile. A long pause then-

“Could you do that again? I felt like an eagle. It was magical.”

Amy is quickly losing patience with her mother. She holds her phone away from her for a moment so she can take a deep breath.

"Mama, es mi hermano. Sé que es un idiota, pero ¿qué es lo que quieres que haga?” Mama, he’s my brother. I know he’s an idiot, but what do you want me to do about it?

"Él y Mia lo resolverán solos, yo- no Mamá, sí, ¡escúchame! El domingo no puedo. Si pudiera tomarme el día libre lo haría-" He and Mia will work it out on their own, I- no Mama, yes, listen! Sunday doesn’t work. If I could get the day off I would-

She says it all in a very normal voice. If he still couldn’t speak Spanish he would never know anything was wrong. Amy does that sometimes. Growing up in a full house meant keeping problems to yourself. It’s something they work on, but this is a family thing, and despite being a part of it, he doubts she’ll bring it up with him. Or ask for a day off for herself.

When Amy’s in the bathroom he phones the Sarge. “Hey, could you put me on the schedule this Sunday instead of Amy? ...Yeah, I know, but I used to do doubles all the time... Once won’t hurt.”

Mateo comes to visit a week before their anniversary. Amy invites him back to their apartment and Jake makes himself scarce for a while. Amy and Mateo were always very close and he moved to Chicago three years ago. It was rough for her at first, he’s glad she has this time with him.

What he didn’t used to be glad about was how Mateo had this annoying habit of talking to Amy in Spanish whenever Jake was around.

Mateo had been the hardest of the Santiago siblings to win over, besides Amy herself. He was closest to Amy in age, only 10 months older. They were in the same grade through all of school. They were inseparable until being accepted into different colleges.

He doesn’t like Jake much. To this day, almost two years into his marriage, Jake still doesn’t know why. He knows it bothers Amy, but he can’t do anything about it.

Well, he couldn’t until now.

Spanish drifts from the living room into the kitchen.

“Siempre hace cosas tontas para llamar tu atención.” He’s always doing stupid things to get your attention. “¿No te cansas de sus estupideces?” You never get tired of his nonsense?

Mateo is sitting on their floral couch, across from Amy on the armchair. He’s spread as wide as he can, taking up the whole thing.

“No, me canso de él dejando su basura por todas partes. Muy doméstico. No es gran cosa.” No, I get tired of him leaving his crap everywhere. Very domestic. No big deal.

This is the moment he chooses to walk further into the room. Alerting them to his presence. The conversation doesn’t end, the thread continued as if he were invisible. He takes a seat beside his wife on the arm of her chair and smiles benignly, feigning misunderstanding.

Mateo has no compunctions about continuing to talk about him as if he’s not there. “Todavía no lo entiendo. Él es tan... Extrovertido y tú eres tan... Reservada.” Still don’t get it. He’s so… out there and you’re so… reserved.

Jake is sort of offended on Amy’s behalf. She glances at him with a furrowed brow, so that even if he didn't understand what was being said, he’d know it was about him. He shrugs.

“Me gusta que sea tan abierto, me hace mejor que él me ayude a relajarme. Él me hace ser mejor.” I kind of like that he’s so open, it makes me better that he helps me loosen up. He makes me better.

Jake has to fight down a blush.

“Estás bien como estás.” You’re fine as you are.

For the first time in the conversation, he concurs with Mateo.

“Sí, nunca se lo diría, pero cada vez que hace que nos desviemos, es siempre lo mejor. Probablemente la única aventura que he tenido en mi vida." Yeah, but I would never tell him so, but whenever he gets us sidetracked, it’s always the best. Probably the only adventure of my life. “Pero si se lo dices te mato.” But if you tell him though, I’ll kill you.

Jake is suddenly feeling overwhelmed. It’s not that Amy doesn’t say nice things to him, it’s just different when it’s not said for his benefit. In this moment (in all moments) he’s so glad that she chose him, so thankful that she’s in his life. He tries not to blush and fails, but that’s okay. Amy takes his hand and squeezes it.

“So. Who’s ready for food?” he interrupts.

Later, Amy comes out of the shower to find him organizing the previously ordered mess in which he lives his life. She stands in the doorway of the bedroom, clutching her towel to her chest, just watching.

He looks up from the sock drawer, feeling sheepish. The clean laundry had been piled in the corner of the room for three days. What he finds it not a teasing wife but a woman staring into the depths of his soul with dark eyes trained on his hands. Hands which he prides himself on because of their dexterity. Her plump lips part in an o and she blinks slowly. He can see a pink tongue running over white teeth and is struck dumb by it.

“I-I- uh, I’m organizing them by dressiness and color.”

Amy’s towel drops to the floor and she’s on him in an instant. Tackling him down onto the bed. “That is so hot.”

“Are you gonna just leave your towel on the floor?”

“Oh my god.”

“I have acquired a superpower,” says Jake to Charles in the breakroom. “She talks about her problems, I fix them, awesome sex. It’s a win win all around!”

“I dunno Jakey, this seems like a bit of an invasion of her privacy.”

“She’s talking right in front of me. And did I mention how good this sex was because-???”

“So basically you’re trying to justify lying to her.” Jake jumps three feet in the air. “Also, congratulations, it took you 10 years to finally learn the language your wife speaks. Good going, Jake.”

“When did you get here?” he shouts at Rosa. “It’s not lying. I’m using my powers for good. She never would have told me her brother was having marital problems and she never would have asked Holt for the day off to be with her family. Plus, this morning she was on her phone with her mom and said ‘Me gustaría que no oliera a huevos después de perseguir delincuentes’ which means I wish he didn’t smell like eggs after we chased perps. So I put on deodorant!”

“...” Rosa appears unimpressed.

“Come on, I’m telling her soon. Anniversary surprise!”

“Tell her now.”

“No.”

“Tell her.”

“You can’t make me!”

She shoots him a look.

“Okay, maybe you can. But please don’t.”

The death glare she shoots him as she leaves the room makes him question whether she will honor his request.

It doesn’t take long. He’s sitting with Amy, picking at her Pho when Rosa joins them. “Tu esposo es tonto y cree que eres una maniática controladora.” Your husband is an idiot and thinks you're a control freak.

“I am not! And that’s not even true!”

“How did you understand that?”

“Yes Jake,” says Rosa pleasantly. “Is it because you are a super genius and therefore comprehend all languages?”

Amy stares at her husband with suspicious eyes, “No, that’s not it.”

Amy doesn’t speak to him the rest of the day. They sit across from each other in uncomfortable silence where she works and pretends not to feel his stare searing into her face.

He knows he’s in big trouble.

At five o’clock on the dot he gets up from his desk, yanks Amy from her seat and drags her into the evidence lockup shouting, “We’re off the clock dweebs!” over his shoulder.

In the space where they kissed properly as themselves for the first time, where they got together, where they said goodbye before she went undercover, where they killed a man with their hot sexy makeout skills, Jake takes his wife’s hands and drops to one knee. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“¿Quieres casarte conmigo...de nuevo?” Will you marry me...again? Then he laughs and looks around the room. “Debes decir que sí.” You have to say yes.

"Of course!" she flings her arms around him and presses her face into his chest. "I though you were cheating on me, you asshole!"

"Wait what?!"

“Nothing, never mind. Te amo, cariño,” I love you Sweetheart, Amy replies, a little tearfully.

“Yooooo I’d totally forgotten about that. This opens up a whole new arena of obnoxiously cute nicknames, sugarbutt! Or should I say culata de azúcar? Doesn’t roll off the tongue the same.”

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darrycurtises · 8 years ago

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for the 'send me a character' thing - Darry, Evie, Cherry, Mark Jennings and BJ Jackson (if you haven't read all the SE books, don't worry. and tag/send this to changesxnight when you're done cause she loves you)

(wow i wonder who couldve sent this cryptic anon) i love u too britt

Darry

First impressions?

listen,,, i was such a bab when i first read this book,, and i 100% sided w pony and so my first impression of darry was just >:(

Impression now?

if i was to write down my full impression of darry i honestly think i’d give yall like a 50000 word essay in chicago style but suffice it to say that DARRY IS AMAZING and a million percent hes the most selfless person in the whole world and honestly the only NORMAL ONE like y’all can stan soda all u want but he still eats jelly and eggs im not About it

Favorite Moment? im gonna pick three because im an actual trash can,,,

There was an uneasy silence: Who was going to start it? Darry solved the problem. He stepped forward under the circle of light made by the street lamp. For a minute, everything looked unreal, like a scene out of a JD movie or something. Then Darry said, “I’ll take on anyone.”

iconic

“I’ll be okay,” I said wearily. “How come you never worry about Sodapop as much? I don’t see you lecturin’ him.“

“Man,”- Darry grinned and put his arm across Soda’s shoulders - “this is one kid brother I don’t have to worry about."

Soda punched him in the ribs affectionately.

"This kiddo can use his head." Sodapop looked down at me with mock superiority, but Darry went on: "You can see he uses it for one thing - to grow hair on.” He ducked Soda’s swing and took off for the door.

Two-Bit stuck his head in the door just as Darry went flying out of it. Leaping as he went off the steps, Darry turned a somersault in mid-air, hit the ground, and bounced up before Soda could catch him.

ADORABLE

“Darry, do you think they’ll split us up? Put me in a home or something?"

He was silent. "I don’t know, baby. I just don’t know.”

what a Dad™

Idea for a story?

ok so i would die for any story that fleshes out the relationship darry had w his dad like im living for happy, stress-free, younger darry

Unpopular opinion?

i don’t really know that there are any opinions i have about him that would be considered unpopular? r there still people who claim he’s abusive or are they like a cryptid now

Favorite relationship?

darry x happiness

Favorite headcanon?

it’s one of mine it’s that his fave music is swing he is the ultimate Dad™

Evie

First impression?

“what’s evie short for? evelyn? evangeline? e v a n e s c e n c e.”

Impression now?

*banging pots and pans together* AN EVIE NOVEL!!!! EVIE NOVEL!!! BLEASE

Favorite moment?

Did they cry when their boys were arrested, like Evie did when Steve got hauled in, or did they run out on them the way Sylvia did Dallas?

this is the only line in the book where it talks about her doing something? like the only other lines are “we’re going to a game” and “she, along with the other rarely mentioned females in the book, are greasy like us, and the only girls we have a chance with.” so, se hinton, step up ur girl-writing game, it weak

Idea for a story?

i feel like she and sylvia would be rlly interesting together id love to see them like as tag-team scammers

Unpopular opinion?

evie is soft,,,, she is not like wild child sylvia (that’s why i feel like they’d be a good team,like sylvia gets her out on the town, evie stops her from stealing a stop sign or something)

Favorite relationship?

i believe in evie x steve i really do,,

Favorite headcanon?

EVIE PICKS WILDFLOWERS AND DRIES THEM, AND THEY CREEP STEVE OUT HE SAYS ITS LIKE THE ADDAMS FAMILY HOUSE BUT SHE THINKS THEYRE PRETTY

Cherry

First impression?

an actual literal goddess come to Earth, better than we deserve, needs a solo trip to the beach

Impression now?

an actual literal goddess come to Earth, so much better than we will ever deserve, needs 30 solo trips to the beach

Favorite moment?

Dally came striding back with an armful of Cokes. He handed one to each of the girls and sat down beside Cherry. “This might cool you off."

She gave him an incredulous look; and then she threw her Coke in his face. "That might cool you off, greaser. After you wash your mouth and learn to talk and act decent, I might cool off, too.”

i mean how could i pick any other moment,,,

Idea for a story?

literally any story where she isn’t shipped with anyone let her and marcia go on a crosscountry roadtrip where they take pictures at the grand canyon where they’re like “falling off the cliff lol scared u!”

Unpopular opinion?

i’m not sure if this opinion is actually unpopular or not but she was well within her rights to refuse seeing johnny at the hospital?? like i know this is debated a lot but she didnt owe him anything, no matter how much we love him, she doesnt have to

Favorite relationship?

cherry x being true to herself (also a version of bob where he respects that she doesn’t like him drinking around her)

Favorite headcanon?

i honestly haven’t seen that many cherry headcanons? where are they? im just gonna say i totally believe in her as a beach lady

Mark Jennings

First impression?

i loved this boy so much like you dont even understand. the only person in the book i liked more than mark was charlie (im still angry)

Impression now?

*ugly sobbing* hhe wa sjuust truin gto helpp oit brryonss momm,,.,,,

Favorite moment?

“How goes it?” I managed finally. “What’s the action like in here?”

“If I told you how it was in here,” he said, “you’d be sick.” There was a silence. Then, he continued. “I didn’t have to see you. I wanted to, though. I had to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?”

“Make sure I hated you.”

Idea for a story?

An entire overhaul of the whole book where he doesn’t end up in jail, full of hate.

Unpopular opinion?

so i’m not 100% on what the general agreement is on mark, but my unpopular opinion is i understand where he was coming from. he was trying to make money for the household that took him in when his life fell apart, and bryon’s minimum wage job wasn’t cutting it, and he knew desperate times call for desperate measures. i don’t agree with it, but i get it, and for the 213537356623465752676th time, bryon could have talked to mark. they were close, and he might’ve been able to influence him, but he didn’t try.

Favorite relationship?

hhhhh i appreciated the mother/son bond between him and bryon’s mom? i can’t remember a lot about the nuances of this book, but whatever.

Favorite headcanon?

i honestly don’t know. im just v sad about him and i want him to grow up to have as normal and happy a life as he can manage when he got out of prison.

BJ Jackson

i know nothing about this “”””bj jackson”””””. sounds like fake news to me.

i’m gonna let @changesxnight weigh in on this one, so sorry my love

THATS IT THANK U FOR REQUESTING BRITT SORRY IT TOOK TEN MILLION YEARS

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Looking Forward

Susan Munson, CFP, CFIP | GP and Advisory Board Chair

My son, Brett, gave this diagram to me when we entered our first dip. It was in the early years when dips felt like cliffs and we didn’t know if we should swim, run or jump. It’s on my bulletin board still, even though I’ve lost count of the number of times I felt like we were sliding into the swamp of despair. There is so much truth in this depiction of the creative journey and comforting to know that building greatness isn’t easy for anyone when building new and remarkable is the goal. More than anything, I’ve learned that creating greatness requires a dedicated team of talented and flexible people. The core FIA team, David, Tracy, Marcia and Melissa, have been together for almost 4 years and are truly amazing people with diverse and complementary skill-sets. In addition, we all have been blessed with noteworthy collaborators over the years – advisors, instructors, sponsors, engaged students – and to each one we owe our gratitude. To all of our collaborators - thank you from the bottom of my heart.

2019 will begin the 9th year since FIA began and the 7th year since we reorganized to focus exclusively on financial education. We have come a long way and remain committed to developing and delivering the very best, objective and cohesive financial education content available. 2018 was a year of retooling. Under Marcia’s direction, we updated Bond School, including several brand new courses and some new instructors. David and Tracy formed partnerships with organizations such as Accredible to upgrade the certification process and instituted procedures to update content and streamline student support. We also added long time public agency investor, Leslie Morales, to the team as Director of Development. Leslie was one of the first CFIP designation holders and joined us because of her belief in the program and commitment to increasing investment knowledge in the community we serve.

Where We are Now FIA base operations are primarily funded by Bond School sales. We have obtained sponsorships for specific courses and events over the years; however, are cautious about relying too heavily on sponsorships. We are currently exploring partnerships and new sources of revenue to fund new products and programs while maintaining autonomy in the content creation process. I do not know exactly what that looks like and admittedly have been in the “hmmmm” stage of the journey over the last couple of months. Before looking forward, let’s start with recapping what we have accomplished so far:

•FIA has become the premiere online certification provider for municipal finance professionals. •FIA is a NASBA sponsor for self-study CPE credits eligible for CPAs in all 50 states. •FIA programs have been adopted by 200 entities, including 140 public agencies in 20 states. •FIA has refined the process for offering a customized, interactive learning management and student support system; FIA’s team has designed the system and possesses the skill-set to scale. •FIA content is developed and maintained according to best practices in curriculum design. •Advisors and Instructors continue to join the cause, ready and willing to contribute their knowledge for the benefit of current and future students when funding allows. •FIA continues to partner with several local and national municipal associations where our missions are aligned. •Student feedback continues to be excellent! Where feedback has been corrective, we have been able to make modifications based on the feedback. We have learned that the development process is based on the ability to learn and adapt quickly. We think of it as co-creating instead of one-way communication. We know we all can learn something new every day. •We’ve learned that there is a significant difference between free or low cost training on a singular topic and completing cohesive curriculum where understandings of learning objectives are verified. •We've confirmed what we all have known all along - Free is not free and quality is not cheap.

Student Satisfaction and Collaboration is Key Whenever the team and I consider how to allocate limited resources there is one thing top of mind – serving our students. Their candid feedback and successes is what motivates us and has helped us prove the critical need for the services FIA uniquely provides. I am exceedingly proud of quality of the products and services FIA offers, and I also know we have work to do on the business model. We have identified the areas that need attention and are determined to get it right to be able to continue our mission to help more people. After all, satisfied students are the WHY that drives us. Here’s what a few of them have to say about the program.

OUR WHY - Student Satisfaction: “I appreciate the opportunity for continuing education in the public fund investment field. I also appreciate the movement toward setting qualifying standards for public fund investment managers. Thank you for your efforts on this!” - Sue Horgan, Assistant Treasurer-Tax Collector at County of Ventura

“The program was very informative. The focus on fixed income investments made it far more valuable than some other resources for my current position. Additionally, the government perspective provided further relevant material.” - Joseph Bergeron, Investment Officer at Virginia Resources Authority

“I work as a Sr. Portfolio Manager in a family office investment group, doing both fixed-income management as well as alternative investments. This course is a thorough review of the fixed-income management process, with extensive detail in areas that I use daily. I will draw upon some of these modules regularly to help in my day-to-day operations.” - Andrea Parker, Senior Portfolio Manager at Synovus

“This program is very comprehensive and allows you to go at your own pace. Whether it takes you a year or a month, it’s up to you and your goals! Great bond foundations program!” - Shauneen Deschaine, Treasury Accounting Technician at Nevada County

The program provides many practical real-life, fixed income learning lessons affording students and professionals the ability to obtain a deeper understanding of fixed income investing. The programs provided me with many resources that are publicly available on the web that I previously was unaware of. All-in, the program was an excellent way to hone your skills, tackle new topics and satisfy CPE requirements along the way. - Dan Matusiewicz, Finance Director/Treasurer, City of Newport Beach

Looking Ahead FIA has laid the foundation and proven the need for ongoing investor education for finance professionals. With the base built, we are confident that we will be able to put the right model in place to take our mission to the next level. We are proud to be the “go-to” source for bias-free education for nearly 150 public agencies across the country. We have developed trusted relationships that we remain committed to serve to the best of our ability. By reassessing how we are collaborating with our early adopters, we believe there is an opportunity to co-create products and services which will in turn both increase revenue and fill unmet needs. To that end, we have begun conversations with several of the ~200 entities that have adopted FIA programs and continue to use FIA to education to train both current and up and coming finance professionals. Our conversations have sparked ideas for new products and partnerships that will be explored in the first half of 2019. We believe there is an opportunity to generate additional revenue, which will in turn sustain and support development of new programs.

If you would like additional information or want to get involved, we are open to ideas and feedback. Email us at [email protected].

Of course, what this all looks like in the end is uncertain, as it should be. As I’ve said, we do not have all the answers and have learned that collaboration is a critical part of achieving success, and true collaboration means being open to new ideas going in. The partnerships we have built are what I am the most grateful for and the most valuable part of who we are.

Stay Tuned 1. If you are not on our mailing list and want to keep up on development, sign up at the bottom of our home page: https://fixedincomeacademy.com/ 2. If you are a Bond School Student or Grad stay tuned for surveys about how we can work together to develop the content you need. Thanks in advance for consideration. 3. If you are a Bond School Student or Grad and know someone who would benefit, send them a brief note and link to learn more: https://fixedincomeacademy.com/courses 4. If you have any questions or input please send email to [email protected] or call 800-243-5097.

I’ve sent a link to this post to many of you that have been incredible influences and supporters over the years. I appreciate you more than you know and thank each and every one of you that has provided me wisdom, encouragement, tough love, and prayers along the way.

On a personal note, I understand now more than ever the value of relationships. You have likely heard me talk about the importance of helping one at a time, aka the starfish story. Life changed for me once I started to measure the impact of helping each and every student instead of solely measuring success financially. Imagine the hundreds of thousands of citizens (in some cases millions!) that are benefited every time a community improves their financial management and investment practices. It may not be as easy to see as feeding the homeless, but I assure you it is no less important. True, the funding must come to support the process. And I trust it will, as it has in the past and will again according to the need in the next phase of the journey.

Thank you for your time and attention. May you and your families be blessed and prosperous this holiday season and throughout the year.

Onward! Susan

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Marcia Cross Opens Up About Surviving Anal Cancer

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Marcia Cross Opens Up About Surviving Anal Cancer

Marcia Cross is happy to get in touch with herself a cancer survivor.

Previously this thirty day period, the previous Desperate Housewives star caught the attention of lovers when she posted about her health and fitness struggles.

“So grateful and satisfied to be alive but unfortunate that my hair fell out and is about 1 inch extended now and seems to be cra cra,” she shared on her Instagram. “Any individual else have #hairloss owing to #most cancers? Communicate to me. I experience you.”

Followers and famed supporters which include Lori Loughlin, Kelly Rutherford and Brenda Sturdy promptly expressed their support for the Hollywood actress.

But it wasn’t till later in the thirty day period when Marcia stated to supporters that she effectively finished cure for anal most cancers.

“I am so sorry my post wasn’t clear. I am Publish cancer. All superior now. Challenging journey, but I am Healthy, pleased and more current and grateful than at any time,” she wrote on Instagram. “Thank you from the bottom of my ever growing coronary heart for all of your Like.”

In simple fact, Marcia is grateful that she allow her local community know about her wellbeing battle. Not only has she been given aid from longtime buddies and strangers alike. She also feels additional totally free to reside her best life going forward.

“Soon after posting a image of myself below and uttering the words #most cancers and #hairloss, I sense liberated, deliriously cost-free and completely me. How or why this straightforward act gave me this sort of a powerful lifetime I did not query, but I thanked God or whichever gave me the inside thrust to transfer forward and expose myself,” she wrote. “I undoubtedly wasn’t expecting the response of adore and kindness that flowed to me. My potential to acquire calls for a massive enlargement! I am ecstatically alive and what pursuits me publish cancer is #AUTHENTICITY, #VULNERABILITY, #TRANSPARENCY and of course #Appreciate.”

Marcia continued, “Thank you once more for your enjoy and for sharing your own tales of wrestle with #cancer and #hairloss and obtaining your footing in the earth.”

Fans will bear in mind Marcia’s purpose as Bree Van de Kamp in ABC’s well known series Desperate Housewives that ran from 2004 to 2012. She would later show up in Quantico and the Television mini-series Young & Repercussions.

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