#my co workers and i literally burst into laughter after the customer left in a huff asjaksjsjdjjd

[wasabiprophet]

Tell me about The Incident

You're the first person to ever ask me about The Incident, Congratulations!!!

The Incident in question refers to the time I was working at a pet store and didn't have what a customer needed, so he threatened to smash the windows in with a brick and burn the entire place down 😃

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

You Were My Wife Too (Hamilton fanfic)

A continuing series of  Alexander Hamilton Single Father AU. Let's get started shall we

Everything has been going quite for the past ten years for the single father, Alexander Hamilton. Ever since the night since he and his wife separated leaving him raising eight kids alone. Tough luck at work, living off with paychecks to paychecks it was a good amount, but having to raise children isn’t cheap to bring food on the table. Not to mention with the rent bill, car payment, phone bill, and etc. Having to get two more jobs until suddenly when Alexander received a phone call from his brother who believes perish from an illness. After James and Alexander were finally reunited on the Caribbean Island of Nevis. Packing basically all the clothes and necessary accessories before returning back to his homeland. Took about 4 or 5 years when living back in Nevis in order to get back on their feet. Luckily, all those pay off and now the Hamilton brothers were returning back to New York City. 

Soon another 5 years later is when Philip, Angelica, AJ, and James were finally graduating high school. And decided to take a year break from school in order to help with their father. Even though he wanted them to go straight to college after summer vacation but gracefully accepted their help. Since with the bakery becoming busier and not to mention expanding/ remodeling it. Due to the old shops shut down and with him buying both of them. It would be nice for business in order to receive more money. Not only that but also saving bits by bits in order to send his younger set of quadruplets to college as well. So far everything was good as the summer was ending with the school year on its way back. John, Williams, Eliza, and PJ are now entering their junior years filled with excitement into seeing their old friends at school. Also having another year left to becoming seniors and graduating from high school. As that time come for the younger quadruplet head back to school. 

Meanwhile, the first set of the quadruplet is helping Alexander with the design and what to add on the new menu. It’s was a lot of work not to going lied, since not only the walls that separate the former shops. Into combing toward one huge ass bakery. Over six months have passed on with the remodeling complete new designs chairs, tables, booths, the kitchen expanded, also the countertop as well. Even going as well as setting up a display glass of old and new pastries treats. The reopening was a huge success which leads to not a 100, not 200, not even 300!!. Turns out to be almost 900 or more customers have arrived at the re-grand opening. It was so busy than what the single father, his children, and employee have expected. 

This lasted about more six hours than anyone could’ve ever expected which brought everyone down to their knees. Philip, his siblings, and follow co-worker were exhausted to the bones. They just drop to the ground to the ground, literally. From the early morning of 9 a.m. toward almost 3:30 p.m. The single father/owner was exhausted as well but decided to bake a grand marble cake for his teams. He couldn’t be even more proud of his teams and in order to celebrate their hard work. They have been his ride or die crew since the beginning of opening his bakery. By the time since the customer died down and having to be empty for an hour. The younger quadruplet joins in the fun while eating the cake as well. Everything was going well, Alexander has re-open his bakery business, the first quadruplet finally graduating from high school. About to head to college after a year and soon his second quadruplet will reach their senior year. 

Yea, everything was going extremely well until tonight as Alexander and his children were eating dinner. The deliciousness of McDonald's of their tasty fries and McNuggets. Suddenly a knock at the door which the father proceeds to open while the late teens continuing eating. 

“What are you doing here?” the single father barked

The eight teens froze and head over who was at the door since knowing their father only use that tone if he’s angry. This was beyond of anger or frustration they ever since seeing the fiery flames in Hamilton’s eyes. Gulping nervously before seeing that in front of their father. It was...their mother...Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton... who left them alone in the middle of the night. Not bothering to wait till her ex-husband came late from work. Which lead not only a divorce but also a short custody battle since she shown with neither of those things. Philip, on the verge of a panic attack just cling onto Angelica. The two oldest siblings were always close since the beginning of their life. They just couldn’t understand why their mother...their own...flesh and blooded...didn’t want them. Now all of sudden she is out of all places. Not to mention she is with her new wife!! And a five-year-old little girl who’s is just waving at them as if it’s a happy family reunion. 

“Alexander...please....hear me out” Elizabeth pleaded

“There’s nothing to hear, Eliza!!” Alexander shouted 

“I know. I mess up...but Susan....she’s the kids' sister...they deserve to meet each other” 

As the eight teenagers watch their father seeing the little oblivious to the intention that was filling in the air. That beautiful girl just smiles with a burst of innocent laughter at the Caribbean immigrant. The conflict appears in his dark brown eyes which lasted about thirty seconds but felt like hours. The single father relents let the two mothers and daughter inside the apartment. No words were spoken at all until the adults were sitting in the living room. Philip and the others just stood behind Alexander. None of them wanted to breathe or say at least a word. Just waiting for anyone to speak luckily someone did. 

“Eliza, why now for your daughter to finally meet Philip and the others?” Alexander question

“M...Maria and I thought it was time for Susan to know who’s her siblings are. She kept looking pictures of the kids. And I couldn’t keep lying anymore”

“That’s all?”

“No, there’s more,” said Maria

Alexander and the children looked at the mysterious and beautiful woman who was holding hands with Eliza. The Dutch lady looks down while biting her lower lip. This doesn’t look like a good sign. What’s more, is there? She and her new wife already got permission for the teenagers to see their new little sister. Hopefully, it’s just a small money problem which the immigrant can happily give to them. Alexander may be angry at his ex-wife and her wife but is not a monster. A couple hundreds of dollars from here and there since his mother has been in their shoes before. Sometimes to relied on friends and family for money which is hard and embarrassing. He doesn’t want them to struggle with money and is willing to help out and perhaps reconcile and move on from the past. 

Taking a deep breath, whatever the situation is Alexander willing to let them at the apartment for a couple of weeks. Maybe even months to get back on their feet. Perhaps he could even give them a part-time job at the bakery. Helping two mothers with their little girl could probably bring the family together once again. 

“Whatever you need,  I’ll be able to help you out,” said Alexander

“We’re wondering if we can have legal full custody of the younger quadruplets” Maria stated 

This cause Alexander to immediately to spit out of the coffee he was suddenly drinking. John, Williams, Eliza, PJ instantly race toward their father and practically begging him not to take away from. Out of all the things that Eliza or Maria could have to ask for, money, clothes, a place to stay, or even a job. That’s fine with him, but taking his darling children is another thing. For the past ten years, Alexander Hamilton has been through thick and thin for those kids since the beginning of their ten years journey. He worked three jobs in New York before returning to the Caribbeans. Taking not a waiter job that barely pays the minimum wage but also did underground boxing matches. He could’ve gone either jail or worse even prison where his children could’ve been taken away from him. Being placed on the foster household. Despite James, being his older brother but that wouldn’t matter since he isn’t a resident for the States. 

What did Eliza do ever since the divorce was going the process and finalize? Nothing, never having interaction with the kids for the past ten years. She didn’t even bother to write them letters, send them birthday, or even bother giving them a single phone call. Now, she wants to take part of his pride and joy away from him. What makes her or Maria to ever think it was alright to take the younger quadruplet away from his grasp? Over his damn dead body, he left them to take away from him. 

“What makes you think that you can walk in here? My apartment, and say...”Oh, can we take John, Williams, Eliza, PJ away from you? So they can live with us?” As if, I’m letting you take my kids away. You both didn’t even contact in any sort of way during the past ten years? Now all of sudden, you wanted to raise your kids that you toss aside as if they were garbage never even looking back!!!!” Alexander spatted 

“Look, I know this may seem out of nowhere, but please understand. Susan needs her older siblings to be there with her. It may be too late to have a relation with Philip, Angelica, AJ, and James but we hope it’s not too late with the younger quadruplet. We wanted to create a family of our own” Maria replied 

“Well, how about finishing the one you started first, Eliza.!!!” Philip shouted 

“Hey!!! Don’t you yell at your mo...”

“Shut up, Maria!!!!” Alexander interrupted Maria while booming his voice quite loudly. The teens were in shock of hearing their father shouting like that. Of course, he yells at them and strangers but not in this tone before. Everything went quiet while Susan rushes toward her mother on the verge of tears in silent. The glare he gave to those women was the deadliest glare those kids have ever seen. If looks can kill then Alexander Hamilton might as well set up the whole earth on fire. But that didn't compare to when he was staring at Eliza with such intense glare while Philip and Angelica got in the middle of them. Afraid that one of the adults might do something that they’ll regret.  

“This isn’t even about you. This is it about you, Elizabeth” Alexander bluntly spoke. Grabbing multiple pictures he hid in the coffee table drawers before slamming down in front of Eliza.

“This is what about I did as a single father for the past decade. Philip, he became Valedictorian of 2019 and got accepted into Havard. Angelica becomes the first female at school to become Student President but also saving a dying baby by donating blood. AJ decided that he’s not going instead got accepted into the Marines to serve for our family and our country. James not only got accepted four Ivy lead universities and is majoring in Psychology and is on the national honor society. John is slowly not only the first one in the family going to university but is graduating from Baylor at the age of 17 while majoring in computer science. Williams won multiple dirt bike races since the age of 14, not only that winning states champion but also national as well. Eliza got the lead role in a well known Broadway shows not to mention focusing her future career of becoming a forensic scientist. PJ, my youngest child, who is now at the top of his class for 2020 but got a scholarship for a well-known culinary school in order to take the family bakery once I died. THEY BECAME SUCCESSFUL AND THEY DID IT THROUGH ALL THE HARDSHIP!!! I DID A FUCKING GREAT JOB NO THANK TO YOU CAUSE YOU WEREN’T THERE FOR THEM!!!” 

Eliza let out a sobbing gasp while Alexander explains all the success her children did without her. They made it their missions in order to be successful just not to make themselves proud for what they did. Also, in order to show Alexander, the best father that anyone could ask for to show all sort of appreciation. All the shit he through with the gossiping and being toss around left and right. That didn’t stop him from being the father that all not even damn depression even it’s kill him. Luckily, James and AJ took their baby sister outside to play before their father long rant. Believing it wasn’t the best idea for Susan to witness arguing with a strange man that she doesn’t know is her stepfather. Just being an innocent five years old who has nothing to do with the family drama that is spinal down as we speak. 

Wiping the tears away as Eliza knew that her ex-husband was right. At the beginning after leaving her ex and children behind with just a single note. Never explaining why she just drop and go with the wind. As if she never existed in the first, but how do you explain having an affair while being married. Not to mention, thinking about how would the children react to how their mommy is kissing another woman and not Daddy. How do you explain that to a child that was barely 9 and 6 years old at the time? But, doesn’t excuse her bullshit not wanting to call Alexander so she and he can see when they can children on which week. What time to pick them up, and where should get the kids every other week. Though she did none of this at all, no letters, no calls, and no nothing at all. Trying not to go full-on meltdown while taking a few deep breaths while replying toward Alexander rant of their children succeed. 

“I appreciate it and I mean every word, Alexander. I apologize for everything and the pain that I cause for you and the kids. I know that it’s too late for me to have a bond with Philip and the others. But I hope that I can be a perfect mother for John, Williams, Eliza, and PJ. I still have some time off for them to be their mother” Eliza responded

“They don’t even know you!!”

“I’m their mother!!!”

“YOU WERE MY WIFE TOO!!!!” 

Eliza stood in shock and frozen by Alexander statement watching those teardrops falling out of his eyes. He’s right. She was his wife as well, before eloping with Maria. Years later, they’re married and finally got a chance to have a daughter with her wife. Yet, never thought of any of the consequences which lead Alexander going through hardship with their kids. Assuming that they be better without her in their lives. Didn’t think twice of what her actions may cause for her ex-husband and the children as well. Philip, Angelica, Alexander Jr, James, John, Williams, Eliza, and PJ were only 9 and 6 years old. At a young age when they needed their mother the most. As any young kids, they’ll be confused, scared, and wondering if this is their fault. Sometimes convincing themselves that their mom just went a long trip for work and would be coming back home. Despite knowing the fact that she isn’t coming back never again. 

Looking at her children who couldn’t bear to stare at her in the eyes for more than a millisecond. Trying reach toward her younger quadruplet hoping they can forgive her. Instead, they back away and rush toward their father while shaking in fear. They were scared of being taken away from the only parental figure they have ever known for their entire childhood. Could she really do that to them, to Alexander? Looking at Maria while giving a somewhat telepathy agreement. Perhaps, it’s better to let all eight teenagers stay with their father. Susan rushed toward before jumping into Maria's arms with pure joy and happiness. 

“Alright,...I understand. We’ll leave....”Eliza stated

“Good, now get out” Alexander spatted venomously

Gathering everything they needed before exiting out of the apartment before Hamilton slam the door. Dropping down onto his knees trying to keep himself from breaking down. Thousands of weights have been lifted off their shoulders and pray to God their peace can come over with the family again.

Thank you  for reading it and hope you all enjoy it

[iridescenthappiness]

diametral • pt.1

Summary : You work in a small mall, in an even smaller store, where they sell a variety of snacks and useful everyday items. Jeon Jungkook is a security guard who often visits the shop near the end of his shift to get some of his much needed ‘Vitamin S’.

Characters : Reader (Y/N), Jeon Jungkook

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None :)

Word Count : around 2.5k

Sighing heavily, I let myself fall into the very uncomfortable little chair behind the register which I slammed shut just seconds ago. Today has almost been inoperative. The only time someone actually came in here and bought something was when a middle-aged woman tried to pacify her hysterical infant with a lollipop.

I mean, a small convenience store in the middle of a mall is not very, uh, convenient after all.

Every day I see a diversity of people passing by the store. Most of the time they’re in groups of teenagers or families. Nevertheless, there is a surprising amount of people running errands or shopping on their own. I know this because I have a lot of time to stare out of the shop windows, trust me.

I pull the left sleeve of my blue sweater up a little and check the time, raising a brow. At this point in time I would usually greet my only regular customer, but it seems like he won’t be coming today for once.

A while ago, one of the security guards started to come by everyday before the end of his shift to get something sweet to chew on, insisting that he absolutely needed it since he wants to always perform at his best while working, even during the last few minutes. His dedication makes him quite adorable, but I’d never admit that out loud.

Just as I was about to start a game on my phone, said security guard rushed towards the store but slowed down a few steps in front of the door. I watched him check his reflection and push around a few strands of his hair before entering.

“Hello there Mr.Jeon, I almost thought I wouldn’t see you anymore today.” I cutely smile at him.

“Hi there, I’m here for my vitamin S again.” He laughed and grabbed a cereal bar with chocolate from the little box next to the register. “I’m just running a little late since Ji- uh, Mr.Park wanted to know what happened earlier.”

I nodded. “I’ve heard a few kids were messing around on the escalators again?” I scanned the cereal bar and put the money that he put into my hand into the slots appropriate for their amount.

“There you go” I smiled and handed the bar over to him. The security guard nodded, responding to my question as he ripped the plastic package off.

“They were running up and down, pushing other people to the side and one of them got his shoe stuck and all of a sudden the fun was over.” He munched on his bar, being kind of amused by the incident.

I leaned on the countertop and rested my head on my hand. “At least they had fun before the shoe got stuck, I can’t really say that I’m having fun here being completely alone since my co-worker is still in maternity protection.”

As soon as he opened his mouth to respond, Jimin Park, another security guard and also Jungkook Jeons best friend, entered through the small glass door.

“Hi Chim!” I called out to him. Jungkook flinched when he heard me talking informally to Jimin.

Jimin and I used to be good friends in high school and spent a lot of time together, but Jungkook didn’t know that.

“Chim? You know each other?” Jungkook turned around to whisper-scream at his friend.

“Yeah,” Jimin laughed, “you alright Y/N ? Did he come for his sugar treat again?”

I laughed and nodded. “Yeah he did.” - “It’s called vitamin S” Jungkook interrupted.

“Saying sugar sounds too unhealthy, a great muscle man like me can’t afford eating sugar. It shrinks my biceps.” He flexed his arms.

“Good boy.” Jimin ruffled his hair, making him burst out into panic.

“Hyung! My hair!” He punched his smaller friends arm and went out of the shop in a hurry to fix his hair again.

“He should change the meaning to vitamin stalk” Jimin murmured.

We shared a small laugh and told each other goodbye. On his way out he grabbed the door handle and turned around one last time. “Y/N ? Be good to this kid, he’s got a thing for you.”

“Funny, Park. Go home now.”

Jimin winked at me and ran to catch up to Jungkook. How does he even- how can he wink and look that good? I grabbed my phone and stared at my reflection on the black screen, winking at it while looking like a total retard.

My clumsy ass almost dropped my phone and once I got it safe and sound in my hand, the screen lit up and caught my attention. 8 pm, that’s right, I should get a few organizational things done before calling it a day as well.

Once I arrive home, I’ll take a nice warm bath and maybe watch a movie. Yes, I will definitely do that.

I put away the shop keys and rummage around through my purse, trying to find my car keys.

After searching for about ten minutes, I guessed I must have left them next to the register once again.

I take out my shop keys again and wait for the shutter to raise at least halfway up so I can enter the shop quickly without having to wait forever until it’s completely back down again.

I open the door and see the keys laying on the countertop. Of course. I rush through the store when suddenly an acute sound hurts my ears and I drop to my knees, holding my hands over my ears out of reflex.

The two security men from earlier run into the shop and help me stand on my feet as they’ve turned off the alarm already.

Oh. The alarm.

“Are you okay Y/N ? Are you hurt? What happened?” They bombarded me with questions.

Too ashamed to maintain eye contact, I look down at my shoes and start nervously fidgeting around.

“I, forgot my keys and rushed back into the shop and I.. forgot, about.. the, uh safety gates? And went right through the middle of the shop.”

My head is still hanging down. I hear their laughter getting louder with every second.

Jimin put an arm around me. “Let’s get your keys now and just to be sure you won’t be in danger, since you’re confused, I think our Jungkookie should drive you home.”

“Really?!” Jungkook and I both exclaimed in unison.

♡ .•°○.•°○..•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○.•°○. ♡

I actually can’t believe that Jimin got Jungkook to drive me home after we protested loudly for about fifteen minutes.

I sigh as my eyes start hurting from staring out of the window, trying to avoid looking at Jungkook.

It’s quiet in the car. Both of us don’t know what to say, other than me telling him which way to drive. Nevertheless, it isn’t an awkward silence. At least not to me.

I enjoy listening to the sound of the motor, I enjoy listening to the clicking sound of the indicator when he has to take a turn, I enjoy listening to the raindrops falling onto the roof of the car.

I enjoy his presence.

Slowly, I turn my head to catch a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted jawline. Next thing I notice, is that his eyelashes are long and pretty, I envy him. My eyes wander to look at his cute round nose. Then they look a little bit lower, below his cupid’s bow. His lips look soft and rosy. His top lip may not be as thick but his lower lip is prominent, enticing me to stare at it.

I catch myself staring and swiftly turn my head around to look back at the street.

“O-oh, Mr.Jeon, you should’ve turned right at the cross road.” I pointed out.

“Call me Jungkook.” He turned his head to look at me for a second, giving me an adorable smile.

“Okay, Jungkook. I’m Y/N but you know that already.” I awkwardly giggle.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls over into a parking lot in front of a small diner.

“I assume you didn’t have anything for dinner yet and since we would both be eating alone I thought it would be nice if we had each others company. As colleagues of course.” He unbuckles the seatbelt and takes the key out of the ignition. “I recognized this street and I often eat here since it’s on the way home.”

My heart feels all warm. “Yeah you’re right, eating alone is not that fun. Let’s go inside.” We both smiled at each other.

Jungkook left the car and ran over to my side to open the door for me, being the gentlemen he is.

As we enter the quite busy diner, Jungkook is getting greeted by a tall brunette wearing an apron, currently carrying dishes to the countertop on the right.

“Jungkook! You’re lucky, your usual table is free, just take a seat.” The man wiped sweat off his chin with the back of his hand and squinted his eyes before he yelled.

“Wow! Am I hallucinating or does our little Kookie have a girlfriend?” He ran over, stretching his hand out to greet me.

“Hi, I’m, uh, not his girlfriend. Just a colleague from work. Y/N .”

The tall man (very handsome, I may add) looked kind of disappointed. “Hi, I’m Jin. I raised Jungkook.”

My eyes went wide. “You… raised him?”

Jungkook hushed him to go back to work as he pulled me with him to sit down at a table for two next to a window.

The moment he took my hand in his made me feel weird. Is that what people mean by ‘feeling butterflies’ inside them?

The feeling is strange, unknown, but it feels right.

“He did not raise me literally, I grew up in a happy family,” Jungkook laughed, “but we did spend almost every day together. We used to be neighbors and went to the same school” he explained.

I nodded.

“Jin, you know what I’m gonna order” he called through the diner. Jins head popped up around the corner, pointing with finger guns at Jungkook.

“Already preparing it. What shall I prepare for your ‘co-worker not-girlfriend’ lady?”

I thought about it for a second. “I trust you, I’ll take the same thing.” Jin winked at me and disappeared back into the kitchen.

Jungkook and I sit up straight and grin at each other.

“So, Jungkook.” I like the way his name rolls off my lips. It feels natural, as if I’ve said it a million times already. “Tell me about your day.”

He cleared his throat and mimicked me by resting his head on his right hand.

“You already know it all, tell me about yours.”

I grinned. “Same thing here. Well, then tell me about why you love your job so much.”

“Oh, there’s quite a few reasons. I mean, my job is not as exciting either, it’s not like there'sa robbery every day. Thank god it barely ever occurs in the first place. It’s the small things that make me feel good, like helping people find things that they’ve lost somewhere, or even if it’s just simple things like telling them which way to go to find a shop. Seeing them smile, even if it’s just meant to be a kind gesture, gives me a good feeling. Making people happy makes me happy. I feel needed.”

I nodded as I listened to him. “That’s very sweet of you. I’m genuinely thankful for people like you. You’re doing a great job.”

He smiled widely. “Thank you, it means a lot.”

He feels needed. It’s exactly the opposite of how I feel. My job is not important, no matter from which perspective you look at it. People barely ever register the existence of the shop, it’s only a matter of time before it gets closed down and I have to find another place to work at.

I feel useless, worthless even. Besides Jimin, I have no other person that I’m at least a little close to in my life.

“ Y/N , are you okay?” Jungkook snapped me out of my thought.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I just zoned out for a second there.” I nervously looked around the diner.

Jungkook put his hand on top of mine. “I’m sorry if I said something to upset you.” He paused for a while. “Look at me” he demanded.

I obliged and looked into his round eyes.

“Let’s be friends? We also can eat dinner together ever day from now on if you want to?”

I blinked a few times. His front teeth showed up when he smiled carefully, which remind me of the small pet bunny that I had when I was younger.

He is very straight forward and confident. I could never ask a person this directly, no matter what the question is.

“Sounds good to me” I felt a blush creeping up to the apples of my cheeks.

Two plates with very perfectly arranged delicious-looking food were set in front of us and he let go of my hand.

“Enjoy~” Jin sang as he blew a dramatic kiss while going back behind the counter.

“He should become an actor, he has a great face” I laugh. “Wow, the food looks good, I can already tell it will be my regular order too.”

I gasped as a wave of realization hit me. “Oh no, I don’t have any money with me. Can you pay for me as well, I’ll give you the money back tomorrow is that okay?” I panicked.

- “Don’t worry, my treat.”

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Jungkook accompanied me to my front door as we kept talking about various things about our lives. We got to know each other better during dinner, which tasted heavenly by the way.

We shared our goodbyes and hugged each other. Jungkook said he doesn’t live too far away from here and only has to take the train for two stations. What I also found out during dinner, is that Jungkook and Jimin are neighbours and that they drive to work together, so Jimin drove back home with his car.

As I took a step into the house, Jungkook called after me one last time.

“ Y/N ?”

I turned around to look at him. “Yes?”

“You are indeed needed.”

He smiled at me before he continued his walk to the train station, while I stood on the porch, blushing like an idiot, heart racing as if I just finished a running marathon.

[queenkaramel]

Across Time :: Chapter Seven

@juliakaze this is my favorite aesthetic she created!!! 

Posted On: AO3 & FFN

MasterList

YEAR 1982

LOCATION: FLORIDA 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock behind the counter mocked Kara, as the quiet sounds of the contraption echoed in her ears. This wasn’t how she expected to spend her Friday evening, let alone Christmas Eve. Kara had become fond of this holiday, but staring at the pasty off-white wall wasn’t exactly the best way to spend it – there were a million other ways she could have celebrated the night but her stubbornness had resulted in her sitting in a dingy booth in a small diner.

Christmas was a religious holiday on this world, about the birth of the son of God. Friends and families gathered together to celebrate the anniversary of his birth, and spread cheer and joy, and give each other presents. Kara knew better though, having lived on this planet for more than two centuries, that the gifts, parties, and other unique attributes associated with Christmas nowadays was an afterthought, conjured up by people wanting to make money off the season of festivities. Kara occasionally took part in the holiday, though not for any religious reasons. Rather, she gave gifts to her co-workers, and friends she had made throughout the years, and sometimes even drank and partied like any other red-blooded American during the festive season.

Currently, she was on quest to re-start her life. She had lived in Seattle for almost twelve years and she couldn’t keep the charade of having an amazing skin regiment, or genetics to the fact that she never aged. It was once again the time to restart her life, and her new destination was Florida for more than one reason. But now she was discovering reason that she didn’t even know about.

Rao always has a plan, a voice echoed in her mind.

A plan? If this was Rao’s plan it must have been the most convoluted, messy, and disastrous plan he had ever concocted. Otherwise, why would she sitting in a diner – alone – with a cup of coffee that was turning cold by the second, listening to the infuriating sound of time passing as she watched Mon-El walk around and serve customers with a stupid fucking smile while he refused to give her a second look!

The entire diner was almost empty, but Mon-El still refused to talk to her, let alone look at her. He was happily serving the only other customer in the diner while skillfully avoiding her. He would walk past her booth occasionally to refill her cup of coffee, but wouldn’t say a goddamn word. And if he wasn’t going to say anything, she wasn’t going to either. Two can play at this game!

Kara had been sitting in this booth since noon, and it was almost nearing midnight. Other customers, and even some of the staff had given her questioning looks throughout the day, but once she saw Mon-El she had made up her mind that she wasn’t going to leave this establishment without giving him a piece of her mind. What she hadn’t been expecting was him being a stubborn fool and refusing to even interact with her. Kara was half tempted to leave, but she already committed to this task, and was going to see it through.

“You stupid bastard,” she murmured under her breath, and for the first time this entire day Mon-El actually looked at her. Annoyance and anger pulsed out of his eyes, and his glare intensified. Good. She was glad he heard her, “you know it’s true,” she whispered again while holding his gaze.

Mon-El composed his face again and started talking to the last customer in the diner.

“How was your meal Winn?” she picked up their conversation through her enhanced hearing.

“Wonderful as always Mike!” her eyebrows perked up. Was it Mike now? “Although I am still looking forward to those crepes you promised me!”

Mon-El laughed, and Kara began to seethe in her booth. He was happy without her, how dare he?

“When Megan lets me in the kitchen again, I will definitely make you those crepes.” He can cook now?

“Well, I best be heading home. Lena had to work the late shift tonight so she could get Christmas Day off. And we have to go to her house for Christmas morning. More snide comments from Lilian and Lex. And us working overtime doesn’t work well the family. They don’t see the beauty of the Challenger yet, they just expect another failed mission. You should be happy you don’t have in-laws yet.”

“Don’t worry Winn, they might not see it, but I definitely do. And so does the rest of the world.”

”Ya…ya Mike. I don’t need another Space the final frontier speech from you.”

“Well, you will keep getting it until you begin to believe you.”

“Trust me, Lena and I see it. It’s just the rest of Luthors that are a problem. See you tomorrow night?”

“Of course!”

“Make sure you bring some Christmas cheer! And tell Megan to not make the dipping sauce spicy again…only Jon can handle that spice.”

“No guarantees Winn. Good night…and Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.”

She saw Winn slam some money down on the counter, and pick up his coat and head off. He had friends, and he had life here in Florida. A life without her. Granted, she had a life without him in Seattle, and in Rio, and in New Zealand…. but seeing that he moved on as well hurt a lot more than she thought.

With no left in the diner besides Mon-El and one other server, he had to talk to her, even if it was ‘We are closing soon, you need to leave’.

But the minutes went by and nothing happened…. He swept the floors, bused the tables, wiped the counters all while whistling a tune that Kara had never heard of. Listening to the clock tick was bad – but this unknown tune was literally setting her ears on fire.

“Hey Mike!” another server came out the back room, “It’s pretty dead tonight, and it’s Christmas Eve, I don’t think the diner needs the both of us. I’ll finish up cleaning, and maybe even close early. Why don’t you head out?”

“Megan, it’s no trouble at all,” huh, so this was Megan, “I don’t mind staying…”

“Mike, I’m being serious. It’s literally dead. Just go home,” she playfully slapped a towel at him. And tried to shoo him away with her hands.

“Well in that case. Why don’t you go home, and spend Christmas Eve with Jon and the rug rats and I’ll close up shop,” his eyes snapped to Kara for a brief second, “and I’ll maybe shut down the place an hour early or so…?”

“Mike, I can’t –”

“You can, and you will!”

After some very good insistence on Mon-El’s part, Megan finally relented and gathered her stuff and left. But not without telling Mon-El how exactly too close up the diner: make sure the dishes are clean, the open sign is turned off, and the meat is placed out to defrost, and so on. It certainly gave off the impression that Megan was the owner of the diner, based off the way she fretted over it. Mon-El finally placated her, claiming he has closed the diner many times and she had no reason to worry. And now that Megan was gone, Kara was sure they were the only ones left in the entire establishment.

“Oh shit, I forgot to tell her about the dipping sauce,” Mon-El bemoaned, “Winn’s going to have a fit.”

“It’s not the only thing you forgot,” she hissed at him. Not even bothering to whisper, they were the only ones left, who cared?

“Do you have something to say?” he shot back.

“Me, have something to say?” she said incredulously, “What-ever made you think that I do? Was if me sitting in this diner for fucking twelve hours your first clue? If not, you Daxamites must be really daft!”

Mon-El crossed the room towards her in a rage, ready to give her a piece of her mind. He was pointing an accusatory finger at her and his body was visibly shaking, and Kara could practically feel the pure fury that he was emitting off of him. Finally, she thought. But no words were spoken again. His jaw clenched down, and he pushed his accusing finger back into his fist, “Not worth it,” he gritted and turned to walk away.

Now it was Kara’s turn to be irritated. Not worth it? What the hell was that supposed to mean? All of her pent up irritation finally came bursting out, and she chucked her completely filled coffee mug in his direction, missing him and hitting the counter in front of him.

“What. The. Hell. Is. Your. Problem!” Mon-El clenched his fists tighter, and Kara could his arm muscles ripple and strain due to the additional tension he was exerting.

“My. Problem. Is. You.” she responded in kind.

“Right. I’m the problem. Just doing my job, and I’m the problem. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Kryptonian,” his words cut her deep, reminding her of the day they crashed landed. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, Kryptonian? It was like they were the old Kara and Mon-El back in 1754. Strangers. Enemies. Not the ones who had spent 150 years together building a strong friendship that Kara hoped would lead to more one day. Well, it was so close to leading to something more. That ‘something more’ was almost in her grasp, it was so close and she still let it slip away. And now? All the progress, all the memories they had created together were slowly disappearing in front of her.

Mon-El began cleaning the glass shards of her coffee cup from the counter and the floor, “Why are you even here?”

How was she supposed to answer that? She felt like the biggest idiot right now. Twelve hours she had spent in this diner and she hadn’t even thought about what she was going to say to him. So she did the only thing she could when people are losing an argument, “Why are you here?” she mocked him.

He chuckled. He actually chuckled. But it wasn’t the laughter she was used to hearing, laughter that was usually jovial, sweet, and warmed her heart. It was a cruel laughter, and she felt ridiculed by it, “Why am I at the place I fucking work at?” Her eyes bulged, in all her time of being with him she had never once heard him curse out loud, “Are being serious right now Kara?”

She was too stunned to say anything. Oh Rao, where did it go all wrong?

“But you? You come into this diner, you see me working here and you sit your pretty little ass down in a booth for twelve hours. So it seems to me you have something to say more than I do, so why don’t you spit it out already and leave?”

“I don’t take orders from you,” she sneered. How dare he speak to her that way? This wasn’t the Mon-El she knew, not the kind and gentle one that literally treated her like the apple of his eyes. But things change, right? And Mon-El definitely did.

“Well then, why don’t you sit down in that booth and let me finish my work if you have nothing to say?”

Kara huffed, she had cornered herself into a sticky situation. Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. Her stupid ego had gotten her into this mess, and now there was no way out. She picked her poison and sat down in the booth and watched him continue to clean and re-arrange the lobby by stacking the chairs on top of each other. All the while, Kara thought about her new game plan. The clock ringing in her ears once more.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The more she thought about how she could attack him, the more befuddled by the situation she became. She hadn’t even given it a second thought as to why Mon-El was working in a diner. He was held two military positions before, was a sea captain, an ambassador, an engineer, and a stupid journalist…and now his new line of work was a bus boy server at a dingy diner? That made no sense. Kara wondered if she should shelve her anger for just a moment so she could ask him why? And how?

No. No, she couldn’t flatter. She came in here with a mission, and she was going to fulfil it. Maybe she could use his new found profession to rouse him, and maybe she will finally elicit the response she craved form him. Finally she could shout at him till her was heart was content. She didn’t want a one-sided argument where he could just take the insults she threw at him. No, she wanted him to try defend himself, she wanted him aggravated so when she delivered the final blow it would bring her satisfaction, and he would run away to lick his wounds while she could finally be free from what happened thirty years ago.

“So how is it working at this fine establishment?” her voice filled with malice, hoping he would respond and be caught in her trap and she could attack him like a rabid lioness, with accusations, and declarations and make him feel guilty about his actions.

“It pays the bills,” he responded simply, showing no hint of falling in her trap. Crap, she needed to find another way.

“And this is the line of work you picked? What happened to the brilliant mechanical engineering that was my one and only hope for getting off this planet?” she wanted to get under his skin, she wanted to provoke him. Just take the bait dammit!

But he kept continuing with his ministrations. He moved to turn off the neon red OPEN sign by the entrance, and then walked towards the cash register. Kara followed his movements with narrowed eyes, waiting for his response.

“Like I said, it plays the bills,” he said after a full two minutes. Mon-El was mulling over whether he should engage her or not. He picked the latter, and choose to repeat his previous answer.

Kara grumbled. But then she picked up on his murmuring – apparently he couldn’t hold his anger back either and the words flowed out his mouth and to Kara’s ear, “Thought she would be smart enough to know why…”

This was such a childish way to fight, words exchanged in hushed tones, each one trying to get the last word in, and trying to bait each other into a fight.

“Smart enough,” she stomped her away to the register. He would have known that she would pick up on whatever he said with her enhanced hearing so he clearly wanted her to respond, “What does that me?!”

“I think you know. Or at least the Kryptonian in you should know, right? Why don’t you sit down and give it another thought, huh? Maybe you might be able to figure out why I am working in the diner in the middle of Cape Canaveral Florida!?”

Fucking shit! The entire time she was trying to get him to take the bait, and here she was taking his bait. It had completely blown up in face and she hadn’t realized it until it was too late. But the argument had finally started, and at least that was a win.

“So why don’t you explain it to me huh? Since I am so dumb, stupid and too much of an idiot to understand,” her body was shaking with rage, and she was just waiting for the right moment to unleash it on him. But this wasn’t the right time, she needed to hold in a little while longer.

Mon-El slammed the cash register drawer shut, “Kara I know this isn’t what you want to talk about. So can you stop beating around the goddamn bush and get to the point, so I can get on with my life. You know, if that’s possible for you….”

“No! You started it, so why don’t you tell me what I don’t understand right now. Clearly I can’t understand it myself, so why don’t you help me?”

Kara knew that how immature this fight was getting. It reminded her of the arguments she and her cousin Kal would frequently get into, where they would shout anything and everything at each other until something finally stuck. And once something stuck, neither of them would move on until the argument got bigger and bigger and root of their problems was uncovered.

“Kara, I don’t have time for this,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Clearly, Mon-El was more evolved than Kara and her cousin were. Whereas they loved to egg on the fight, Mon-El was trying to diffuse it.

“You were the one to call me stupid, so don’t start something you can’t finish,” and then Kara murmured, “Although it seems to be a wonderful habit of yours.”

Again, with the words muttered under their breaths.

“Cape Canaveral, Florida, Kara? Where the goddamn Challenger is supposed to launch at the Kennedy Space Center. Ring any bells? This ‘brilliant mechanical engineering that was my one and only hope for getting off this planet’ is trying to keep his ears opens to learn how far these humans have progressed. And this ‘dingy diner’ is a lovely hangout for those scientists, and I even made friends with a couple of them. So now that you know why I lowered my standards and became a fucking server could you please leave? And the next time you see, I would appreciate it if you just walked in the other direction.”

Kara cowered away. She was an idiot. The reason she had picked Florida as her new location was because it was slowly becoming a hub for space exploration, and the second challenger was due for takeoff next month. That was the reason, well primary, reason why she had decided to settle in Florida. And if she hadn’t let her ego get in the way, she would have known that Mon-El was thinking the same. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassed.

“Oh, and don’t worry. Once I get the right technology to fix our motherboards, I’ll find you. Cause unlike you, I like to keep my promises,” he remarked snidely.

All the embarrassment and humiliation she had felt a moment ago had vanished. His steel-gray eyes cut her like shards. The allegation that she wanted to make, the allegation that she was trying to build up to, he had said them. But what standing did he even have to say that? What promises did she even break? It was Mon-El who did the breaking, not her.

The rage built up in her again, “I don’t keep my promises? You’re the one to talk. You’re the one who broke his promise. Don’t try to make yourself the victim, when you really are the villain,” she seethed.

“Me? Me?” he asked shocked, “I kept my promise Kara. But you were too busy making money and getting fame to keep yours. Now I know what matters to you. Fame and fortune, so don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your path. ”

“What the hell does that mean!?” she yelled. Mon-El wasn’t even making sense. It was like he was trying to manipulate the entire conversation to his side, but she wasn’t going to allow that, “You’re the one you didn’t come back! You’re the one didn’t come back to me! You’re the one you didn’t keep your promise! I waited. For Rao’s sake, I waited for two years! Every day after the war ended I waited for you to come through those door. I waited to see again. I waited for your touch again. I WAITED! And you never came….for two years. I felt like an idiot, the most gullible naïve girl in the universe. You used me, and you never came back. And now, after all these years I can finally tell you how much you hurt me, how long it took for me to move on, and how there is this dulling pain in my heart, and you’re standing there saying was all my fault? How dare you!?”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“You really know how to paint yourself as a victim Kara. Bravo,” he clapped his hands, insulting her even further, “I never fulfilled my promise? The moment I got off that ship, the moment I came back to the States, I went to that small little club in the North Carolina port to see you. To hold you, to touch you, to kiss you again,” Kara’s breathe hitched, “To keep my promise. After months of not seeing you, after months of dreaming about you, I went back to the club to see that you weren’t even there Kara. You left. You were gone. So I thought, maybe you went to work somewhere else in town, maybe you found another job? Letters get lost in the war so many times, maybe I missed the one telling of your new profession. So like a fool I searched the entire city for you. I mean, how hard could it be to find a Kara Danvers. It was a unique enough name, right? For months I looked, and I came up empty handed. And then years later I heard of this beauty in New York City that was headlining for a popular club, and she had the most wonderful voice in the world, and her name was Kira Dixon. I didn’t even know that it was you until I saw your photo Kara! You had found money and fame and forgot me.”

Kira Dixon. She had forgotten that when was ‘discovered’ in the small club in North Carolina, they had told her to ditch Kara Danvers for a different, stage appropriate name, and Kira Dixon was born. But if that was Mon-El’s explanation of the events, then he had lied to her. And once again was trying to manipulate the events in his favor.

“Don’t lie to me, Mon-El,” he was adding insult to injury. Taking pride in rubbing salt in her open wounds, and he thought she wouldn’t notice, “If you had really gone to the club we wouldn’t have been in this position.”

“Kara. I’m telling you the truth. And if you can’t handle your mistakes, I’m not here to coddle you. I don’t even know why you are even here? You left me, so why do even care anymore?”

“NO YOU DIDN’T! I didn’t leave you, YOU LEFT ME! If you had do gone to the club, like you claim you did, you would have found me!?”

“YOU WEREN’T THERE KARA! HOW WOULD I HAVE FOUND YOU?”

“I LEFT YOU A LETTER!”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“I left you a letter,” she whispered as the burden of her feelings that she had been carrying over the last thirty years tipped over, “I knew letters got lost in the mail. Sometimes you would respond to every third letter I sent you. I would go months without hearing a response and I didn’t want to risk telling you about my new job for it to only get lost in midst of the war. So I told the owner that when a Michael Matthews stops by, to give you the letter telling you where I was so you could find me again. But you never did, Mon-El,” her heart was shattering, and the dulling pain began to pulse red hot over her skin, and it felt like pins and needles all over. It had taken her years to glue herself back together, and now it was taking just minutes for her too fall apart again, “but you never did.”

“I never got a letter….”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Kara couldn’t breathe. I never got a letter. He never got a letter. He was lying again, he had to be lying again. No. No. No. His steel blue eyes looked softer now, his face less strained and his demeanor shifted to look like a defeated man: shoulder dropped, and head down. No. No. No. He was lying again. Lying. But his voice held such sincerity, and the change of his behavior told a different story. He wasn’t lying, he wasn’t the vile man she had painted him to be for thirty years. Her heart didn’t ache, she hadn’t felt so lost and broken because he had left her – no – it was because of lack of communicate. A small little mistake that had cost them both more than she could have imagined. It had cost them a life together.

All that hurt, rage, and pain that she had held onto for all these years, all of which fueled her to confront Mon-El, all of which gave her the courage to speak to him again, so she could finally lay it to rest felt so inconsequential, and disconcerting. She had nothing more to say. She had no more cards to play, no she didn’t even have a hand to begin with.

She had sat down in this diner holding onto something that wasn’t even real, and she lashed out at him. She had started it, she had accused him, she had ruined what they had. What was left now? At this moment, she wished the earth would open and swallow her whole because those soft steel blue eyes that help such contempt for were now melting, but she couldn’t face it. Not after humiliating herself like this. So she did the only she could think of, she turned to walk away.

She heard Mon-El shuffle behind her, “KARA WAIT,” his voice the most kind it had been all night. Definitely not pleasant, but there was no animosity, “don’t go.”

Kara gripped the handle of the door tightly, thinking whether she should stop and hash things out and fix what was broken. Oh Rao, she really wanted to fix everything.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

She opened the door and walked out, ignoring Mon-El calling after her.

Her heart was screaming at her to turn around and walk back through that door. It was tugging, pulling at her, but her mind wouldn’t listen. After that entire debacle it was ashamed, mortified and she didn’t have the courage to turn around and face him. The anger she had held onto for thirty years taunted her now. She had acted like a fool, duped by her own emotions. So she continued walking, and after she was clear of that one yellow car in the parking lot, the tears began to pool out of her eyes and she super sped away, without even looking back.

She tried to zone in her ears to listen into what Mon-El was saying – if he was saying anything — in the diner but all her ears could focus on was the rackety clock that was hung being the counter on the pasty off-white wall.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

She was too afraid to listen, she lacked the bravery, the valor to face the consequences. How do you move past a thirty year old grudge, one that she instigated?

Coward, her heart yelled. Yes, she was a coward.

Hope you guys like it! As always - please ignore mistakes and an edited on will be posted on Ao3 soon

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