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a fic of chim coming back to live with you as he bunked with Buck due to covid while you worked at the hospital
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Howard “Chimney” Han x Reader 
Warnings: mentions of covid, alcohol and the consumption of, teasing Eddie about Buck (for my Buddie stans)
Category: Fluff with a lil bit of angst 
Word Count: 2k
Author’s Note: I have more Chim content coming soon :) also I didn’t proof-read this so idk hopefully it's okay 
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“Hey you” you smile at Chim over the phone, he called you while he was getting ready for work, you on the other hand, now getting home from a shift. 
“Hey, how was work?” he asked while pouring some coffee into a mug, his phone was up against the wall. 
“Hectic but that’s a norm” you proceed to go through your after work routine which consists of disinfecting everything that comes in with you, your scrubs in the washing machine and straight to the bathroom you go. “What time are you off tonight love?” you turned on the shower, the phone rested face up on the counter. 
“6 this afternoon, if they don’t need me any longer. What time is your shift ?” he took a sip of the coffee, his face contorting at the overly hot liquid. You chuckled at his little scrunched up expression, “I start at 7 but I got to be in around 6:30″ 
“Oh my god, is that y/n?” you wrap the towel around yourself when you hear Buck’s voice and heavy footsteps approaching. Picking up the phone so they would see you again, “hi buckaroo, how’s life with your roommate ?” 
“Y/n, I'm begging you. Please take him back” Buck was half dressed, you knew they had to leave for work what should have been 15 minutes ago if they wanted to be on time. 
“Is he driving you crazy yet Buck ?” 
“Yet?” he shouted, “he’s been doing that since day one!” 
“Buck shut up and go get dressed. Stop talking to your lady friend.” Chim rolled his eyes. “Ohhh does he have a little girlfriend ?” you tease, you can hear Buck shout a shut up in your general direction making you smile. 
“Why don't you come home babe ? I'm sure Buck would be happy to have his apartment back to himself” 
“I can’t, you know that” he gives you an apologetic look
“It’s not that you can’t, you just don't want to.” 
“Y/n I-” he opens his mouth but you cut him off, “C’mon, we’re both working and yeah, we both need to take the precautions necessary to keep ourselves safe, which we’re already doing. Just think about it? Please ? I miss you.” 
“I know,” he sighs, running a hand over his face. “I know- I'll think about it okay ? I miss you too” 
“I’m gonna take a shower and try to get some sleep. I love you, be safe okay?” 
“I love you too and I will. I'll text you before your shift” Chim blew you a kiss, you blew one back and hung up. 
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The door to your apartment was propped open as Eddie helped you move the new couch.  “No, no lift it! You're going to scratch the floor!” Eddie warned you because you were pulling the couch from your end. You had spilt chocolate ice cream on the couch and the stain just wouldn’t come out. In all fairness, it wasn’t just ice cream, the couch was old as hell. It wouldn't hurt to replace it so you did just that. Eddie was over to help you because one, he’s the only person you knew with a pick up truck who would help you move both couches on a short notice, two, Chim was working and you didn’t really feel like telling him that you were getting rid of his favourite couch and three, Eddie was your best friend, if you asked him to help you bury a body, he’d drop what he was doing and come help you and you'd do the same for him. 
After managing to get it into the apartment, you finally get it where you want it. “How about a beer for all your hard work ?” you asked, walking to the kitchen. Eddie took a seat on the couch, “how about you watch Chris next Saturday for me and I'll still take the beer for all my hard work ?” he called out, making you chuckle. “You got a deal, Diaz” you sit beside him, handing him a bottle. 
“Chim’s still staying with Buck, right ?” he takes a sip as he looks over at you. You can't help but sigh, “yeah, why? Jealous that you can't have your boyfriend all to yourself, Eddie ?” you tease, Eddie gives you a slight shove. He wouldn’t admit it but the mention of Buck being his boyfriend made him blush. The two of you sat there just catching up on life, it had been a while since you last saw Eddie. 
“How’s Chris adjusting to the whole online school ?” you ask, Eddie groans, “It was a little hard at first, they didn’t have a set schedule for a few days and it was hard for him. Now, he's got the hang of it, he really seems to like his teacher.” Eddie tells you, you smile. 
“Maybe I'll pop by one day if I’m off. They have me working back to back, so I should have a few days off next week” 
“Yeah, that would be nice. Chris misses you. The last few weeks have just been me and Carla who he only sees via FaceTime, it’d be nice to have someone else around.” 
“Oh his other dad didn’t come by ?” you ask, Eddie’s brows furrow. He had that adorable confused look he gets. 
“Buck, I'm talking about Buck” 
“Oh,” the same blush appears on Eddie’s face but he shakes his head. “Not yet”
Your phone was tucked under your leg as you shifted towards the side of the couch, your legs now stretched in front of you. The phone was somewhere under your leg when Eddie changed the topic back to you and Chim and what was happening there. 
Across the city, Buck’s phone rings. “Hey y/n!” he says, the audio from your end sounds muffled. “Y/n ? Helloooo?” Buck calls again and it still sounds muffled. He listens for a few seconds, setting the phone on speaker and resting it beside him on the counter. The sound is coming through clearly now and it sounds like you and Eddie were having a conversation. Buck debated for a minute, does he hang up or should he keep listening ? It was wrong to eavesdrop but it’d be even worse to hang up, he just had to know what the conversation was about. 
Curiosity always killed the cat. 
Buck listened, Eddie had asked you something that he didn’t quite catch but he listened to your reply. “God, I miss him you know ? It took forever to get used to sleeping by myself again and I know I do it when he’s on shift but it’s not the same” you tell him, Eddie hums. Continuing with your thought, “I just want him home I don't care if it’s selfish but what’s the worst that could happen, ya know?” 
“You both work equally dangerous jobs right now, he knows that. He worries about you” Eddie says. “Yeah and I worry about him too, but I'd worry a little less if I got to see him.” you mumble, the sound of something clinking from your end. 
Buck wanted to hang up but he wanted Chim out of his apartment a little more than he wanted to hang up. His need to hear what was happening was a little stronger than his moral compass, Maybe there’s something in here to make his case to Chim.
Chim pushes the door open, his bag dropping to the floor. Buck was hunched over the counter, his eyes on his phone. “Hey” Chim says, walking over to Buck. Buck looks like a deer in headlights, “Chim” his eyes go from the phone to Chim and then back to the phone. Eddie begins talking before Buck could end the call. 
“He’s just taking precautions, y/n” 
“I know that Eddie but so is everyone else. He's just being a stubborn ass” you groan. 
Buck looks over at Chim, an apologetic look on his face. “Does she-” Chim whispered, Buck shook his head. 
“Cut him some slack, he’s trying” Eddie spoke up
“Eddie, stop trying to justify his actions. Everyone is taking precautions, he's not the only one that’s worried about that. You’ve got a kid at home and you still go home to him! All of you have families to go home to and you all do, what’s the difference here ? We’re two grown adults, I don't see what the issue is.” your voice raises slightly. 
Chim leaned over and ended the call. “How long have you been listening ?” He questions the blonde man, Buck turns to lean against the counter. “A few minutes before you walked in.” Chim nodded, he stood there for a few seconds before turning on his heels and headed towards the couch. 
“What are you doing ?” Buck follows him, all the clothes that had been scattered across his living room, the same ones that had been driving him insane, were now tossed into a bag. 
“I’m going home, Buck. Unless you want me to sta-” “god no, go home” Buck answered a little too quickly. “Uh- sorry. You're more than welcomed to stay if you’d like” Buck mumbles, Chim shakes his head and laughed. “Thanks for letting me crash.” He patted Buck’s shoulder as he headed to the door. 
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Eddie was still lazing on the couch when the door unlocked. He looked over his shoulder to see Chim walking in. “Hey” Eddie sits up, “hey, where are they ?” Chim sets the bag down on the floor, he walks to the kitchen leaving Eddie on the couch. 
“Shower, should be out soon I think.” He gets up and walks towards the door, “I’ll head out and give you guys some space” Eddie says.
“Yeah, thanks for hanging out with them.” Chim smiles, Eddie gives him one back. 
“Anytime man, tell them I said bye. Oh and I'll text later about babysitting”  Eddie heads out, pulling the door shut behind him.
Chim knocked on the bathroom door before walking in. “Get out! Can't whatever you want wait dude? I'm in the shower” you groan from behind the curtain, Chim smiles at the sound on your voice. He’s talked to you everyday since he’s been staying with Buck, but it sounded different in person. 
“Yeah, it can wait” he leaned back against the counter, your head pops out from behind the curtain. 
“You're home!” you seemed excited yet confused. 
“I’m home” he smiles 
“Wait, is Eddie still out there?” 
“He went home, said something about babysitting ?” 
You nodded before pulling the curtain shut again. “What changed your mind ?” you called out, continuing with your shower.  “Your phone call to Buck.” his fingers tapped against the counter. “What phone call ?” 
“Seems like you accidentally called and we overheard. Well, he did, I only heard the last part about me being a stubborn ass” 
Chim saw the towel disappear behind the shower curtain, you pushed it back and stepped out, the towel now around you. “I didn’t realize I called Buck, I'm sorry.” 
“No, I'm glad you did. You’re right. Everyone else has families and everyone’s okay.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah, we’ll be okay too” 
“So you're saying I'm right ?” stepping towards your boyfriend, your arms wrap around his neck, resting on his shoulders. Chim’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him and closing the gap between the two of you. 
“Yeah, you’re right. Happy ?” he asked, you nodded. 
“Always happy when I'm with you” you smiled at him. 
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I Know This Is A Little Forward But I Think Our Trucks Are Soulmates
I mentioned that I was tempted to write a bumbleby one shot based off of this post https://blake-belladonna-defence-force.tumblr.com/post/189693694202/eelboy-kaliozzz-two-trucks-finding-their and quite a few of you encouraged me to write it.
I guess it’s a normal au with faunus?
Including little shit Blake who knows you shouldn’t stick a knife in a toaster but refuses to yeld to your rules, a long suffering Weiss and a rather smooth Yang with her little sister just watching the antics with her popcorn.
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“Just try it! You never know, somebody might have what you need.”
Blake glared at her best friend and roommate, who shrugged.
“Weiss. You’re my oldest friend and I love you.” Blake snorted as Weiss, who still struggled with affection, turned pink. “But nobody on RemnantLog is going to have a fucking black HD hood for my truck.”
“It’s a long shot but you might get lucky.”
“Lucky my ass.” Blake growled, ears pinning. “Okay. You know what? I’ll try it.”
She quickly opened her laptop and logged into her profile as Weiss moved into the kitchen to start lunch.
“If I meet a serial killer, I’m coming for your ass and haunting it, Schnee!” She yelled. “Not that there’s much of it to haunt.”
“What was that?!”
“Nothing!”
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Blake Belladonna > Vale Truck Heads
Today at 12:30 pm
Hello. Does anyone have a black HD hood to swap for a yellow one? Or possibly a white one? Preferably in as good condition as possible. Thanks in advance.
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Blake hummed to herself quietly as she uploaded the ad, complete with a photo of her black truck with its mismatched yellow hood.
“Blake? Why the fuck is there a knife in my fucking toaster?!” Weiss screeched from the kitchen.
“Our toaster!!” Blake yelled back. “And the stupid toaster wouldn’t release my toast so I used a knife to get it out.”
“One. Do you have no self-preservation, woman?!” Weiss stormed into the living room and glared at her, eye twitching. “Two. How are you not dead?! And 3…” Weiss inhaled slowly, pressing her hands together as she tried to retain some of her dignity. “How have I not killed you myself yet?”
“I’m aware of your little rules.” Blake smirked, enjoying seeing her friend lose her mind a little. “I just don’t care for them. The knife got the toast out, I was careful and you still have your best friend and roommate. Win, win, win.”
Weiss genuinely looked like she was considering murder.
“Both of those titles are becoming more and more debatable by the second.”
Blake snickered behind her hand as Weiss stormed back to the kitchen, muttering obscene language that her family would definitely not approve of.
Blake stood up and stretched, moving to help and placate her roommate lest she poison her during lunch.
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Ruby Rose
@Yang Xiao Long Look, sis! Issa hood for bee!
3 hours ago
Yang Xiao Long
@Blake Belladonna Helloooo! I believe our hoods might be perfect for each other?
1 hour ago
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Blake stared at the picture blankly for a moment. It was a perfect match. She shook her head and sent the woman a dm.
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Blake Belladonna at 6:00 pm > Hello. I believe that you commented on my post regarding a hood swap?
Yang Xiao Long at 6:10 pm > Hey! Yup! I’ve been trying to find a yellow hood for my baby for ages! D:
Blake Belladonna at 6:17 pm > I’ve been looking for the right colour hood for my truck for a while now, as well, so I sympathise. Perhaps you’d like to swap? We could arrange a time.
Yang Xiao Long at 6:25 pm > Hell yeah! Let’s do this! I’m cool with any time so let me know :D
Blake Belladonna at 6:30 pm > Lovely. The sooner the better, in my humble opinion. I have work tomorrow but I’m free in the evening. But I doubt we could get a mechanic to stay open that long.
Yang Xiao Long at 6:37 > Good thing that you’re talking to one then! I can hook the hoods up no problem :) Just give me the time and place and I’ll be there.
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The following evening at 6:30, Blake was pulling into the Dusty Ramen parking lot with Weiss next to her. She had, once again, been pleasantly surprised by Yang when she suggested that they both bring along a friend so that they felt comfortable. Though judging by the girl’s profile picture, she could easily handle herself in a fight.
“There, on the right.” Weiss already sounded bored out of her mind.
As Blake pulled in next to her, a very attractive young blonde woman dressed in flannel, ripped jeans and combat boots hoped off the bed of her yellow truck and gave her a friendly wave. Blake quirked an eyebrow and waved back before getting out and walking over to her.
“Hi, I’m Yang. The owner of your truck’s soulmate.”
Blake froze in shock for a minute before a rather unattractive snort left her and she covered her giggle with her hand.
“Okay. Now that’s an introduction.” Blake said through a smirk. “Can’t say that I’ve heard that one before.”
“Well, I would call you mine but that’s a little forward. Don’t you think?” Yang smiled charmingly at her and oh no…
It was obvious by her profile picture that she was pretty. But no photo could do this woman justice. Athletic, strong, beautiful face with even prettier eyes that exuded a playfulness and kindness…
Oh God help her.
“Blake. You’re my best friend and I love you but I’d rather not watch your bisexual panic.”
“Weiss!” Blake turned to her with a snarl.
“I merely speak the truth.” Weiss said to help with a sniff before turning to Yang. “I have no patience for this. She thinks that you’re hot. Either give her your number or reject her so we can all move on with our lives.”
“I will not hesitate to kill you in your sleep!” Blake hissed, heat creeping up her neck as her ears pressed flat to her head.
“Uh.” Poor Yang sounded more than a little confused. “Thanks?”
“Just…” Blake pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we pretend that Weiss doesn’t exist? Please?”
“Yaaaaang! I got your pop-“ a younger voice piped up and they all turned to see a younger girl carrying a bag. “Oh! Is that her? You were right! She’s super pretty!”
Blake blinked in surprise when the girl ran over to her and shook her hand.
“It’s awesome to meet you! Yours and Yang’s trucks are kinda like soulmates!”
“My little sister; Ruby Rose, ladies.” Yang muttered with an embarrassed laugh and suddenly, Blake felt a lot better about herself. “Let’s just get this started.”
As Yang removed her flannel, revealing a tank top and some very well defined abs and biceps, Blake found herself staring. As Yang worked on their trucks and swapped their hoods, Blake found herself definitely staring. And getting causing staring by Yang when she turned to ask them for their help. The whole situation was far more mortifying than it should have been.
“Right, you are good to go!” Yang beamed as she carefully shut Blake’s new hood. “Thank you for this.”
“The same to you.” Blake said, far calmer than she felt. Maybe Weiss was right.
“Here.”
Blake let out a yelp as she only just managed to catch the bottles of water that Weiss threw at her and Yang.
“You both looked thirsty.” Weiss smirked as Ruby giggled in the background.
“Oh I am so going to kill her later.” Blake muttered as she lightly smacked her forehead with the bottle.
“I’ll be your alibi if you be mine when I kill my sister.” Yang muttered back, giving Blake a playful wink when she glance up.
Blake his her smile behind her hand and giggled.
“Sure.” She said with an amused eye roll. “Uh. This was… interesting. But I should go. I have work in the morning and-“
“Oh!” Yang coughed. “Of course. I, uh. I’ll let you go.”
The two women made to shake hands but suddenly, Yang tripped, falling into Blake’s arms. The two women froze; Yang’s hands resting on Blake’s collar as Blake’s hand held her up by her biceps. They were close enough that Blake could see that Yang had freckles. Close enough to see that her lilac eyes had flecks of red in them. Close enough that the rest of the world faded away…
Until a giggle and an exasperated sigh made them jump apart.
“Uh, like I said I’ll just… let you go!” Yang grinned nervously, rubbing the back of her neck as she backed towards her car. “See you around, Blake. Rubes, get your smart ass in the car before I kick it.”
“Yeah. See you.” Blake said distantly, getting into her car and sitting there in a daze until Weiss smacked her shoulder and pointed to Yang’s car.
Yang was grinning at her, as Ruby played on her phone, and pointing to her breast pocket.
Blake frowned and looked down at her button down shirt pocket and reached into it, pulling out a piece of paper with a number on it.
She glanced up to see Yang smirk through their respective windows, wink at her with her hand up in the classic “call me” sign and start her engine before pulling out of the car park.
“Blake?” Weiss asked, tone slightly irritated. “You can start the car now.”
“Oh, that smooth son of a-“ Blake cut herself off with a disbelieving laugh. “She purposely fell into my arms to put her number in my pocket!”
“Great!” Weiss said with sarcastic cheer. “Can we bypass your bi panic?”
Blake gave her friend a filthy look and started the car.
“Look, I’m happy for you, Blake.” Weiss muttered. “I just do not need to see my best friend drooling over a pretty face.”
“First off, I did not drool!” Blake snapped. “Secondly, don’t call her a pretty face. She may be beautiful but I get the feeling she’s more than meets the eye.”
“… this is the part where you ramble my ear off. Isn’t it?”
“Consider it compensation for completely mortifying me.”
“You practically got her number because of me!”
Blake rolled her eyes and ignored Weiss.
But as they drove home, a sudden thought came to mind.
“Wait. How soon should I text?” She asked out loud, ears flicking nervously. “How soon is too soon? If I text her when we get home, does that make me seem desperate? Weiss? Weiss, help.”
“… I regret everything already.”
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voidszoro · 5 years
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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story
Chapter 6
Theo's pov:  (warning, a bit of violence in Theo's pov but none in Ruby's so if you want you can skip theos pov) (also update, Ruby's pov contains some hints of depression, anxiety, and mentions self harm. If you can't read, trust me, i completely understand. It was hard writing. All i want to say is that if you need help, if you are thinking of harming yourself in anyway, please ask for help. My messages are always open if you don't feel comfortable talking to anyone. I Promise i dont judge. Take care. Here is the chapter xoxo)
The dream always starts off the same way.
I wake up in the morgue. The box in which I lay is tight and dark, but beyond my feet, an infinite abyss streches out. I raise my arms over my head and push open the door to the box. It slams into the other boxes on the side and I take my arms out so I can push myself out. The cold metal trey that holds me slides out of the box and two legs, almost like a table, swing out from underneath the trey keeping me from falling on the hard tile floor. I sit up on my trey, finally out of the box and take a breath of fresh air.
The dream Isn't over yet.
I place my bare feet on the tiles and lift myself to a stand. The cool air in the morgue sends chills through my half naked body. I only wear a thin pair of basketball shorts. A woman's voice echos my name throughout the room. It repeats over and over and I get the feeling of it drawing me into it. I start to walk out of the room, pushing open the two swinging doors, but I hesitate. I know what's coming, but everytime I try to fight back, I fail. The voice rings louder as I push the doors open anyway, knowing there's no way out but through her. My sister. 
I walk down to the end of the hallway, each step I take feeding me more fear than the last.
"Theo," the voice gets louder and louder as I get closer to the end. I take a stop once coming to the end of the hallway and in front of the check in desk of the hospital.
"Theo!" The voice growls from behind me. I snap around and see what I dreaded. A teenage girl, about my age,  crawls towards me on her hands and knees. Her gaze pierces through my horrified eyes as I look down at her chest. Her rib cages poke out of her and there is an empty spot in the middle. That is where her heart would be.
This is my punishment. I deserve this for doing it to her.
She finally reaches me and I can't move a single muscle in my body like I've been poisoned by canima venom. My sister drags me down by the heel and crawls on top of me, her gaze not once faltering. The horror on my face spreads to my whole body as I scream at the top of my lungs. She takes her hand and plunges into my center which makes me squirm and scream louder. She digs around in my chest for a second until she pulls out my heart. The blood from the organ drips everywhere as she puts it inside of her own chest. She shouts at me with almost the same power as Lydia, a banshee.
"Helloooo" I hear another voice in my head. I shake my head, finding myself standing in front of Scott's front door, a hand wavig in front of my face.
"Theoooo, you still alive over there?" I nod my head.
"Yeah, sorry I was just thinking." I rub the wrinkles on my forehead caused by my furrowed brows.
"Pretty vivid thought huh? You were blank for a good minute there." She reaches out for my hand. Why is she being so nice to me?
I take her hand in mine and then squeeze it in three short intervals. She smiles at me and we stand there for a good thirty seconds until she finally lets go of my sweaty hand and opens the door.
Everyone is here. Well, everyone that is left. The wild hunt has taken almost everyone in Beacon Hills. Ruby finishes explaining my reason for being here and I step further into the small, tidey home. There are photos lining the walls right when you walk in, like a story. They hang neatly and precise. Some pictures have multiple people in them, some are just some yearbook photos of Scott. Unfortunately, I don't spend long admiring the delicate memories of Scott's family when Ruby pulls my hand and drags me fully into the living room. A tall man stands in the room, and I immediately recognize him, but Ruby takes a minute.
"Who's he?" She asks.
Scott replies, "It's Peter. As in Peter Hale." Ruby's eyes go wide for a second.
"Ohhh. How could I forget? You. Evil bitch."
"Hey, hey, hey. No need for any language Ruby. I'm actually here to help. I know where Stiles is."
RUBYS POV:
Of course I don't completely trust Peter. I never will. Even though, technically, he's my alpha. He's the one who bit me. The morning after Scott got bit. When I started taking morning jogs.
"What makes you think I belive you? What do you want in return?" My voice echos through the silent room.
"In return, I would like you to trust me. You know, I bit you for a reason. I needed a pack. I needed more power. But- but that doesn't matter anymore. All I ask is that you help me help you save Stiles so we can get Malia out too." His eyes are full of sincerity. I feel bad for him. He loves Malia. I know it.
I remember as soon as he found out that she was his daughter, he had some sort of scent to him. I've never smelt it before and it reminded me of pride and happiness mixed together.
"We'll get her out I promise," Scott is the one to speak this time. Peter might be my only chance to see Stiles again. To get him back. I know Lydia feels the same. She probably misses him more than I. I've seen the way the two look at eachother. It's mesmerizing to watch. It's love.
We go through our idea of finding another rip in the two dimensions, the wild hunt and earth. Part of me thinks we have no hope. I feel like I'm the only one who thinks that. Everyone just seems so confident in everything. Especially Scott. That's why after the pack meeting. I go home and take a long, hot shower.
The water burns my skin to the touch when I step into the wet oasis. I left Theo in my room. Unoccupied, which is probably not a good idea, but I don't  acknowledge it at the moment. I'm only focused on the burning feeling. The feeling not only on the surface of my skin, but on the inside. I feel the left over bits of passion from today start to melt away at the heat. My body tenses up, but only for a second. I close my eyes and drift off into bliss. The water running all the way down my bare body. I run my fingers through my hair and breath in the steam that accumulates in the shower with me. My mind starts racing as my body finally gets used to the warmth of the water. I think, what would my life be like if I was only human. What would my life be like without Stiles.
And then the memories flood my head, making me slightly dizzy.
(Once again, warning)
I'm sitting on my bed, a knife in my hand. I remember this day. I was exausted. I had had an anxiety attack in class that day. Everyone looked at me weird when the teacher asked if I was alright. My breaths were shallow but quick. Stiles saw me immediately and dragged me out of class. I remember his voice apologizeing to the teacher. He carries me into the girls locker room, I'm still taking quick breaths. My heartbeat increased by a million from the time I was in the class to the time I was proped up against the shower walls. Stiles had delt with my attacks before but not at school. He gets them too sometimes. He was trying everything to get me to clam down. He squeezed my nose and coverd my mouth, trying to get me to hold my breath. It obviously didn't work. I was squirming everywhere. Until I wasn't moving. The only movement was my chest moving up and down and the water that now coverd my entire body. The water even got on Stiles' clothes. He turned the shower on. The warm water engulfed me like a volcano of relief.
When Stiles walked me down the hallways to the outside of school where the Sheriff's car sat, the bell rang. Everyone in their classes came flooding outside. I was drenched in school locker room shower water and I look like I almost drowned. Everyone stared. Everyone's eyes stayed glued to me as Stiles had to forcefully drag me outside to the ride he called.
Dad dropped us home and Stiles stayed with me until seven. I remember, because immediately after he left my room, I looked at the clock as I pulled the knife out of my drawer.  Every part of me begging to take some of the pain away. I wasn't a wolf yet, didn't even know about that stuff. I didn't want to just get high, partially because I didn't know how to, it was 8th grade. I had made the decision earlier that day. I had had too many embarrassing moments during the three years of my middle school carrier. I couldn't get away from myself.
I lifted my shirt to reveal the scars on my stomach. They were almost gone. I was going to be one month clean tomorrow. Not anymore.
(Okay we good now)
I jolt back to reality in the shower. The water is turning colder the longer I stay inside. I finish my normal shower routine and switch the water off. I grab a towel from its hanger in the bathroom, dry off a bit, and wrap it around my cold body. I look up at the fogged mirror and see a smiley face drawn in the steam and "-T". I let out a giggle.
A giggle, seriously? My inner voice complains. I remember what I'm doing, which is putting clothes on, and do that.
Once im fully dressed im my comfy black leggings, blue tee shirt, and some white ankle socks with a check on the side, I step out of the steamy room. A chill sweeps through me. I quickly race to the thermostat and turn the temperature up a hell of a lot. Theo must've turned it down.
I walk into my room, seeing Theo sitting on my bed. His legs hang off as he faces me. This reminds me of the last time he was sitting like this, a few weeks ago when I let him stay in the spare room.
It's only four o'clock.
"I'm starving," I realize out loud. Theo keeps his gaze on me. For some reason, he seems to be analyzing me. I grab his hand and pull him up so he's standing. "My dad's gonna be home at five, let's get you something to eat."
Once in the kitchen, we rummage through the kitchen for any signs of food. Apparently, nobody in Beacon Hills, no pay check for the Sheriff. That also means no groceries.
I hear the front door creak open and then slam shut.
"Hey, anybody home?" My dad shouts from the living room. I go wide eyed at Theo. Dad's not the biggest fan of this boy who went to hell.
"Yeah, um- wait. I'm not wearing pants!" I shout and Theo shoots me a devious glare. Yep. There's the boy who went to hell.
"Why- Ruby." He takes a deep breath. I'm never gonna live this down.
"Just stay there, dad. Let me go upstairs." Unfortunately for me, the stairs were in the living room. "Can you cover your eyes?" He grunts a response which I take as a yes. I put a finger to my mouth and direct it at Theo. Then I signal him to follow me. He does.
I give it a few minutes upstairs before I come back down. My dad stands awkwardly in the kitchen.
"There's no food." I say. "Wanna order a pizza? It has to be that place outside of Beacon Hills."
Hii again. It's em. How was this chapter?? Also hello new readers ily sm. Ooh i have a questionnn what's your favorite pizza topping? Mine's cheese and extra cheese. Xoxo -em
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pjoplusmore · 7 years
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Child of Hera
Pairing: None
Warnings: None, to my knowledge
A/N: First chapter of my little fic idea here. May continue to post here based on response.
A special thank-you goes out to @perseusjackson-sonoftheseagod for reading through the first few rough drafts.
Disclaimer: I own none of the content in this fic minus a few OC’s. Everything else belongs to its own respective culture, and Rick Riordan
My name is Scarlet Corvus, and welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Yay! Note the sarcasm. Though, that might just be my bitterness shining through. I’ve got good reasons for it too. Been in the foster care system since I could remember. Been in Camp Half-Blood a little longer than that. That makes for 18 years of missing parents. Most everyone here, including the ‘batch’ I came with is missing at least one parent. You’ve got my two friends Aron, living alone with his dad, son of Aphrodite, and Eliza, living with her two moms, daughter of Ares. How did Ares knock up a couple of lesbians? Not something I actually wanna know. Bi? Probably. Anyways, I found them when a Satyr dragged me out of bed at 2 in the freaking morning to run for my life as some weird dogs wrecked everything they could. We ran and ran, stole a car, and drove, slept, ate, and drove some more, until we got here. And I haven’t left since.
“Scarlet!” Eliza tends to get into more trouble than most.
“What’s up?” She’s running up the hill to me, panting, and out of breath. I brace myself for the less than stellar idea.
“Let’s break into the Big House.” Whoop. There it is.
“Are you insane? Chiron will have your head!” I’m just about to drive my book through her skull when Aron runs up behind her.
“We’re doing it whether you come with us or not. The Oracle is here, talking to the 7, and we wanna go see if we get some kind of prophecy!” His grin is almost irresistible. Almost.
“Why do you want a quest? You leave for home every summer. You spend time outside, why risk your lives?” I can see the wheels turning. My friends aren’t dumb, not by a long shot, but they’re not the brightest kids on the block either.
“Fame.”
“Fortune.”
Their responses are simultaneous. It’s all I can do not to groan in pain.
“Fine. I’ll come along. Just to make sure the two of you don’t get hurt.” They both jump up and down. I swear, it’s like looking after 6-year-olds. Aren’t they 17 now? “But first…” I let them register it, and they suddenly freeze. “I’m gonna go talk to Percy.” They look a little scared. Fine by me. Maybe they’ll listen to me next time. And anyways, I am more than a little curious about why Rachel, of all people would visit camp. It's moments like this that I’m really glad I did my best to help Percy and Annabeth when they needed it. The 7 formed a very exclusive club after the war against Gaea. They interact with other campers, from both camps, but their best kept secrets don’t leave their cabins. I’ve managed to get both Percy and Annabeth to talk to me, even if it's not quite to the same extent. Still, it’s not a long walk before I’m at cabin 3’s door. I knock gently.
“Percy?” There’s a small groan, some shuffling, a thud, and the door creaks open. Of course he’s not wearing a damn shirt. I’m not trying to peek in, but… was that my little Annie?
“Scarlet? What’s up?” It seems almost like… if he’s in nothing but the sheets, and that was Annabeth… Okay. I’m not judging. Apparently, though, I am one to space out as Percy snaps his fingers in my face. “Helloooo? Earth to Scarlet? Scarlet, come in Scarlet?” I jerk back up to face him.
“What?”
“There you are.” He chuckles, and the one grey streak of hair falls over one of his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Oh! Oh! Well, I’ve heard that Rachel is in town… and here to talk to you.” His eyes turn hard for a second.
“If she is, and it's from Olympus…” There’s a hard edge to his voice. Sometimes, I wonder why he hasn’t overthrown them at this point. I know I would. Been here eleven years, and I still can’t be claimed? I can’t even guess at which parent is mine!
“So she hasn’t talked to you?” I ask.
“No, she hasn’t. Is she here?” This time, I gulp.
“Yeah. Grapevines move fast. There’s already three plots to find where she is, two to break in, and one that has a remote chance of succeeding.” I laugh, hopefully not nervously. Even if I’m on good terms, breaking into the Big House is kinda taboo, and even with Percy’s tendency to break the rules more than enforce them, if Annabeth is in the room behind him…. Well… best not get caught. His laughter breaks the tension I hadn’t realised that I’d been holding in.
“Right. I’ll let Wise Girl know. Maybe she’ll do something, maybe she won’t. See ya.” I don’t even have time to say goodbye as the door slams in my face. I wait a bit in shock, but vacate the premises, as groans and moans begin to sound from the other side of the door. Perfect. Now I get to dodge both Annabeth and Chiron, keep two children safe and out of trouble, speak with the Oracle, and be in bed before morning cabin checks. Easy. I hope. Finding my way back to the kids was easy. They hadn’t moved an inch.
“Percy didn’t know she was here. Beware Annabeth and Chiron tonight.” Aron looks slightly deterred, but Eliza just looks ready for a fight.
“Fine. Just a bit more planning! Come on Aron!” Before asking for any second opinion, she dashes off.
“Wait! Eliza! This doesn’t sound good! Slow down!” Eliza, of course, is long gone when Aron takes off after her. All I can do is sigh. Prep time. They’ve pulled stunts like this before. Too often. I have a patented kit, they do it so much.
“Scarlet!” I turn at my name. Nobody talks much to the nobody from cabin 11. Yet, Jason, child of Zeus, comes running. Friends in high places, I suppose.
“Jason! You okay?” Few people worry me as much as he does. Well, him and Percy. Chaos incarnate the two of them.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. But I need your help anyways.” Now he’s got my attention.
“What’s up?”
“How do I ask Piper out?” It takes me a moment to process.
“What?”
He sighs and grabs me by the shoulder, pulling me behind the nearest tree. “I need to ask her out soon. She’s a daughter of Aphrodite, and half the camp falls in love whenever she walks by, so I need to make a move now. But I don’t know how.”
“Okay. Give me about a day to process, and I’ll have a solution for you, okay?” I feel bad for brushing him off, but I’ve got to prep for tonight. He nods solemnly, and almost trudges off like a hurt puppy. It’s almost impossible to walk away. Almost. The walk back to the cabin is quiet and unsettling. Tension courses through me, as I do my usual and run through all the ways tonights little expedition can go wrong. Before I get through the 25th scenarion, pretty early in the process, I’m at the cabin, opening the door. It’s a large cabin, with sleeping bags and air mattresses everywhere. I shuffle over to my little corner that I’ve cleared of other campers.I sift through the bagts piled under my cot. Theres duffle bags of writing, drawings, poetry and all my other attempts to figure out who my godly parent is. I dive through the plethora of baghs until I reach what I’m looking for. Its a small black backpack, with the zippers locked shut. Slinging the damn thing on my shoulders, I slip out of the cabin. I scramble around, looking for my favourite cliff in the woods. As usual, it’s empty, the one tree overlooking the rest of camp. Nobody but me knows about this place. Well, maybe the 7. Nobody know where they go most of the time.
“Scarlet.” I jump out of my shoes and almost off the cliff. I whip around, dagger in my hand before I register it.
“Jesus Piper, you scared me!” I put the dagger away, and sit on the edge, letting my legs hand. I take the bag and open it up.
“Whatcha got there?”
“Emergency maternity kit.” I answer. It seems to intruigue her, so she sits next to me. I search through the bag. Bandages, salve, ambrosia, nectar, spare weapons, flares, flashlight, flask of liquor, rope, grappling hook, it’s got everything.
“What kind of kids are you herding?” I almost laugh as piper asks.
“The demigod kind.” I can hear her sigh, and turn to her. “What’s up?” It’s as though I threw a switch in her mind. Suddenly she’s a blushing mess, uttering nothing but a mixture of ums, and uhs, and any other space-filling words word you can imagine.
“Well, you see, uh, it’s uh, you know, um, maybe this can wait.” She stands up, and I grab her wrist.
“Piper McLean. You’d think you’d be a better actor knowing who your father is. What is it you need advice with?” She takes a deep breath.
“WellyouseetheproblemisthatIlikeJasonandIalsolikePercyandnicoiscutetooandhowdoyoudistinguishlovefromfriendship?” It takes me the span of about a minute to understand what it took her 3 seconds to say.
“Well…” I think for another minute, trying to come up with a solution. “Let’s see, if your feelings for the three of them are the same, talk to them individually. Start with Nico, end with Jason. You’ll find things will work out well.” Am I going to tell her that, aside from the obvious Percy and Annabeth dating, that Nico is gay, and that I’m purposefully stacking the odds in Jason’s favour? No. Am I doing just that? Hell yes. All the same, she seems grateful.
“Thanks Scar. I’ll see you soon.” This time as she left, I let her go. No sense in letting her see the rest of my equipment check. I rummage through the bag again. Lock picks, check, crowbar, check, ski masks, check. It’s not the first time they’ve broken in somewhere, and it won’t be the last. Seems like I’ve got everything. I head back down to the cabin to get some rest. It’s going to be a very, very long night.
By the time I wake up, I’ve gone and missed dinner. And the campfire song. I’m slipping out of my little cot and out the door. Most people are at the campfire. If we’re gonna break in, its now. The dark night sky makes it difficult, but not impossible to find my way to our little rendezvous spot. The little tree behind the Big House is a risky place to meet considering our upcoming adventure.
“You two ready?” Of course they beat me here. They’re usually more excited for our outings than I am. Aron nods his head shakily, and Eliza looks ready to jump the gun.
“You bet.” She whipers. I slip my bag from my shoulders, and pull out the rope and the hook. I toss them at Eliza.
“Get knotting.” A snort escapes her before I galre her into silence. I pull out a flashlight and toss it to Aron. “Lookout.” He nods and marches off. I pull out a flashlight for myself, and start searching for some indication of the right room. A though occurs to me. “She’ll probably know we’re coming.”
“Let her know. We’ll get in all the same.” Eliza’s cocky as ever. I grunt, and keep looking. There’s movement in a window, and I shut off my flashlight. This time, it’s Eliza who tosses me something. “Night vision. Less likely to see you.” I don’t even want to know where she got them
“Thanks.” I slip them over my eyes and go back to searching. I guess whoever was in the window didn’t see the beam from my flashlight. Either way, there’s an open window. Easy way in, and then we search. Plan: Formulated. I nudge Eliza. “Open window, left corner.” She nods, and I hand her the goggles. I run off searching for the beam of light that tells me where Aron is. I nearly die of a subsequent heart attack as he appears out of thin air. “I swear your ability to change your appearance is more freaky every day. Come on, we’ve found a way in. I’m off running back to Eliza. She’s just winding up with the hook.
“You two ready?” She hisses. I shake my head.
“Let’s do it.�� Aron answers. I don’t even need to be told to know that I’m going up the rope first. Without further ado, she trowsh the hook. It clanks loudly and harmlessly against the side of the Big House. We all flinch and dive to the floor. We wait for a minute. Two. Three. This is the longest Eliza has held still in a long time. Eventually, we all stand up.
“Get it in the window this time.” I grit out between my teeth. I almost lose a hand in reply. Never forget that Eliza is a daughter of the god of war. Mental note made. She goes for the same window, eyes invisible behind the night vision goggles. This time, she throws and it goes in. Now its a race against time. Eliza pulls the rope taut, and then lets it drop to the side of the big house. I run up it, hand over hand, I’m at the second story window in seconds. I take a glance around, nobody seems to be coming. I motion with my hand through the window, and both Aron and Eliza scramble up the rope after me. I pull the rope into my bag as they keep watch. Once we’re all set, we move on, gently opening doors where we can, and picking locks where we can’t. Room by room, we search, until we find the room we want. If she knew we were coming, she didn’t care. The door is unlocked as we all slip in, silently trailing one after the other. She’s sleeping silently in her bed as the three of us huddle under the window. We exchange a few glances.
“Who goes?” Aron seems to say.
“Take a guess.” Eliza seems to answer.
“Me.” I say. There’s no surprise at this point. I never set the plans in motion, but I’m the firs one into the fray, and the last one to request treatment. It’s who I am. I tiptoe silently to the side of Rachel’s bed. I reach out a hand, and shake her shoulder. She seems to sit up, but its the spirit of the Oracle that controls her.
The power of Gods once Returned
To command the Youth who once yearned
Forbidden daughter to choose
To the old or new, the Gods must Lose
The oracle slowly seems to vacate the body of Rachel, and three things happen simultaneously. Rachel wakes up and almost screams. But whatever noise she makes is drowned out by the Camp alarm going off, deafening everybody in the Big House, and waking everybody not here. And the third thing to happen is Aron’s sneeze.
I have seconds at best to get us out of here. The window. I toss Eliza the crowbar. “Window!” She seems to understand, and smashes the glass. “Jump!” I dont have time to see if she follows me out of the window, as the door to Rachel’s room slams open, and Annabeth stands there, dagger at the ready. I fall for less than a second, before slamming into the ground. Two accompanying thuds tell me that both Aron and Eliza made it out alive. The three of us take off running into the nearest forest available. Well, at least Eliza and me. Aron has done his thing and rendered himself invisible. I toss a bottle of water to Eliza, and we pour them out on the ground behind us, as a sort of bribe for the nymphs. We both run for as long as we can. The alarms are distant at this point, and we both lean against the nearest tree.
“Step 2.” Eliza stands back up, and begins to strip. I reach into the bag, and toss her a change of clothes. I change as well, and draw out the spare weapons. I pick the telescopic trident, and Eliza, as usual uses a spear. We both face off, and begin to spar. Its about this time that I hear Annabeth running up the hill.
“Scarlet!” She sounds angrier than I expected her to be.
“Halt!” I call out to Eliza, and she stands relaxed, spear as a crutch. “Annie. What’s up?” Seeing her grimmace at the nickname is worth the rant I’m about to weather.
“You know damn well what’s up!” She tries to make the last two words sound menacing. But honestly? Annabeth is much more terrifying if she’s not visibly shaking with rage.
“I have no idea. I mean, I’m not exactly sprinting towards the sirens, but… you know, not exactly anxious to die.” Annabeth looks as red as a tomato.
“If I find out you had something to do with this…” She leaves the threat hanging in the air as she charges off further into the forest. I turn back to Eliza.
“I’m done for the night. I’m exhausted.” I pack everything back up, and Eliza gives me a wink as we both begin to walk back to the cabins. Whatever set off the alarm, if it was us, they wont find a trace. If it was something else, they’ve caught it already. I get back to cabin 11, and almost slam into my cot. It’s been a really long night. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me into its welcoming arms.
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taesthetes · 7 years
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helloooo:-) so I have an upcoming exam that's rly important and constitutes like 70% of my grade for the whole yr, and this yr is rly important bc it determines my class next yr and subsequently my career.. I did really badly for the first exam, which is 30% and I'm Super stressed right now bc I can feel the pressure to do really well in this upcoming exam, as to get into the class that I want to I technically have to be in the top 3 of my class.. I was top 6 last time (continued in another ask)
and I recently dropped a subject in order to pull up my grade…. but i’m still super stressed and I’ve been rly moody and emotional nowadays… the exam’s in 3 days and I think I am pushing myself too hard now but I really really need to do well in this exam.. idk there’s loads of emotional stuff going on in me and i just wanted to let it all out😓 i hope u don’t mind but do u hav any advice on how to stay sane and calm and not so emotional? i think im overreacting a bit too😶😶
hi, sweetpea!! i’m sorry for the late reply; i check tumblr less and less frequently now that uni started up again and i’ve been busy. but omg 70% of your grade?? what kind of academic hell is this??? i’m sorry you didn’t do as well as you wanted to on your exam ): trying to be in the top 3 sounds so competitive and stressful wow… but you’re in the top 6!! you only need to move up three places, so that isn’t too bad! and you have three more days to study and prepare!
it’s good that you know your limit and that you dropped a subject so that you won’t overwork/overstress yourself out. i completely understand you since i felt the same way basically my entire academic career and even right now because i overload on classes a lot and there were/are so many important exams going on at the same time. and you’re always welcome to come talk to me and rant and let out all your frustrations!! :)
hmm, as for advice, i’d have to say:
make a schedule. break up your studying in moderate intervals. designate certain times for each lesson, chapter, subject, etc. for instance, if you break it up by chapter, maybe spend an hour on it, then take a ten minute break before going back to studying it another hour, depending on how long it takes for you to understand the material. you won’t get too overwhelmed with studying this way.
don’t spend too much time stressing over one concept or chapter. i personally spend two hours on one chapter max because there’s so many other chapters to get through, and if you spend all your time on understanding one chapter, you won’t have time for the rest, and it’s better to know all the other chapters and not understand one chapter than completely understand one chapter, but forget about all the rest.
don’t cram. i do this all the time, but i get a lot more stressed out when i do this because there’s this panicky feeling that i can’t finish studying everything in time.
take breaks. i cannot emphasize the importance of this enough. your brain needs to rest; you cannot overuse it and overload it with so much information. you’re not going to remember it all that way. go get a snack or go outside for fifteen minutes.
exercise. i take out a lot of my anger and frustration by going to the gym and working out really hard. i feel much more calm and relaxed, albeit a bit tired, after a good work out. it also keeps your blood flowing and pumping throughout your body, and you feel more energized and ready to sit down and study.
do some breathing exercises. when i get too emotional and moody, i like to do some breathing exercises, which helps to calm me down. inhale, count to five, exhale, count to five, and repeat the entire process for a minute or until you feel a bit more relaxed and calm.
scream into a pillow. honestly, sometimes all you need is to let out your emotions, and screaming is a good way to do it. but muffle your screaming with the pillow so you don’t scare other people or anything lmao
talk to someone. voice your concerns and worries with someone, and you’ll usually feel at least a little bit better afterwards. i’m always here to talk if you’d like! but i feel like face to face conversations is better with this method.
do something fun. go out and get lunch with your friends, draw a picture, read a book, watch an episode of your favorite tv show. just do something that takes your mind off of studying for a bit, so you don’t get overwhelmed and stressed from constantly studying.
get a good night’s rest. do not forgo sleep in favor of studying. that’s a terrible idea. your body and your brain needs that time to rest, so you can be awake and ready to go the next day. you’re not going to get much studying done when you feel sleepy and sluggish either.
that’s all i can think of for now, but i hope my advice is helpful to you!! you’re always welcome to send me another ask if you’d like! and best of luck with your exam, sweetpea!!! i know you’ll do great 💕
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