#they cant even be bothered to read the big sign at breakfast that says WAIT TO BE SEATED
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"I hope you know that this has nothing to do with you"
A/N/: This was gonna be smut but i decided to have it on a chapter of it's own, in case some of you who have followed this storyline dont read smut.
To the sweet anon that sent me a message, this is for you.
Friendly reminder: i write on the drafts of my email so i can edit anytime before posting. It turns out sometimes i cant proof read it and some grammar and spelling mistakes go unnoticed. i'm trying to pay more attention and let the text rest for at least a few hours before reading it to corret. Might edit the past chapters soon.
Tittle from Big girls don Cry, by Fergie.
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Though Maya had told you to leave by the morning without breakfast, you were adamant about cooking her something.
"Why are you so stuborn?", she signed while you fried some eggs and bacon, the smell of fresh coffee spreading through the small kitchen of her childhood house.
You looked at her all heart eyes, like she put the stars on the sky, and that was clearly bothering her. You filled her a plate and smiled lovingly.
"Stop looking at me like that.", she frowned at you.
You noticed Maya was in a very bad mood, which didnt make much sense to you. She had kissed you last night, cuddled you on your sleep and left a kiss to your neck before getting up this morning. Not even an hour later, here she is. Staring daggers at you.
"What's wrong?", you asked but Maya just looked away. You walked closer, standing in front of her as she avvoided your eyes.
You tapped her nose with your index finger, getting her attention and making her face you. "Look at me?", you asked.
Maya kept staring at you, waiting for you to say whatever you wanted to. "Look, if we play our cards right, everything will turn out well." , you tried to convince her.
"This is not a game. And I'm not a prize.", she told you, arching an eyebrown. Was she talking about Fisk offering money to whoever found her?
You rolled your eyes. Who was being stubborn now?
"You're not a prize, Maya. You're..." you started but paused. You kept looking at her, deep in thought.
"What?", she asked.
"I forgot the sign for that.", you tried.
Maya huffed.
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At noon, it started to rain. You made sure to close the windows before going up to Maya. She was standing against the back of the couch, watching the rain fall down on the outside of the house.
"This is perfect.", you told her. The rain falling and the smell of wet grass embracing your nostrils made you a little clingy.
Maya looked at you, a strange look adorning her bautiful face. She seemed sad.
Right there and then, you were sure she was gonna simply tell you to forget about her, to move on and leave Tamaha. You thought she'd tell you that she didn't like you anymore, tell you to leave her alone and go back to New York.
Then you'd go right away, walking in the pouring rain and crying your heart out. And it'd be like a sad romance movie.
But she did the oposite of that.
Maya tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling you to be in front of her, and brought you closer, hiding her face on your neck. She inhaled your scent and you remembered why you hadn't change your perfume in such a long time.
It was something you thought would work when you started flirting. Picking a smell that'd make her think of you whenever she smelled it. That's why you walk around with tangerine essential oil on your clothes and inside the necklace you're always wearing.
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When you first met Maya she always kept a serious face. As you became close, she'd show you a softer side and you'd take the opportunity to actually learn more about her.
You had met many versions of Maya and you loved all of them, though you'd seek a few of them more often than the others.
Fierce Maya was one of your favorites. She'd keep her chin up, lips sealed and a perfect eyebrown arched, looking into your eyes like she could make your soul bend to her own desire.
Funny Maya was all sarcasm and light teasing. She'd smile wild watching you trying to understand a joke she just told. She'd playfully bump your shoulder with her own and she'd even wink at you while at work.
You loved all versions of her, but right now you'd love to have Sexual Maya. The one with wet kisses and a dirty mind, the one that'd make you scream filthy words in three different languages while making you go over the moon.
Maya was a sweet lover but she did have her moments of pure desire. "It's just sex, this is not a relationship", she had told you when you first started your thing.
At that time you only understood the word "sex" and "relationship".
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" i missed you too.", she started. "But it wasn't fair to bring you into all of it. I wanted to keep you safe.", she explained.
You heart grew ten times. Maya telling you she cared for you made you believe things could work out again. Screw Kingpin and New York, you could restart in Tamaha. You'd restart in a small iglu in Alaska, dressed as a polar bear, if she'd have you.
"I want you.', Maya signed, bringing you to reality, her eyes full of something you were yet to understand. "All of you.", she continued before claiming your lips with her own, taking your breath away.
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Every time I meet a student on tour, I think about how they'll turn out as an adult. Based on their interactions with strangers, how they follow directions, how they look at the world around them, I can guess what kind of adult they will be Every so often, I pray that I'm wrong.
#The Blacks#about work#these boys have ignored every direction given them and not just from me but also from their parents and fucking signs#they've made blatantly racist remarks about my security guard#and of course their parents talk about african americans as#they cant even be bothered to read the big sign at breakfast that says WAIT TO BE SEATED#i weep for the species
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EXO KAI: Detective Gone Wrong P3
You can find the masterlist to the other parts on my bio/description!
Characters: JonginxYou
You came to know Jongin by accident, but have no clue he’s EXO’s Kai. And when you found out....
You walked away blankly, remaining in a daze until your phone started vibrating in your pocket.
It was your boss who called and anxiously asked if you could cover her shift from the afternoon as she forgot about her wedding anniversary dinner.
You gladly agreed, thinking it might be better to have something to occupy yourself with today. Otherwise you’re just going to be spending the day thinking about you and jongki.
Still sane enough to be in need for breakfast, you went by the convenience store to pick up a sandwich. Standing in front of the fridge, you paused to think
What does jongki want? Does he... like me ?
And he KISSED ME TOO?! That’s definitely something only couples do right?!
How did everything escalate so fast overnight ?!
‘Excuse me, are you getting anything? You’re standing in the way’
You must have stood there for quite a while, looking at the irritated face of the customer. Apologising, you just grabbed whatever sandwich there was on the shelf and left after paying.
Falling deep in thought and replaying what happened last night again, you opened your sandwich packaging and bit down on your sandwich
EW! Egg Mayo!
You sighed. Feeling a little more miserable with wrong sandwich choice, you continued feeding on your thoughts on the way home.
You dive straight into your bed and hugged your big Coney plush the first thing you got back. You screamed into Coney like a lunatic and kicked the air violently with your legs.
Stupid jongki, who does he think he is. Ah yes, I secretly gave you a kiss, so what. IT WAS JUST A FRIENDLY KISS CAUSE YOU WERE CUTE.
BUT WHATS WITH KISSING ME ON THE LIPS AND WAKING UP TOGETHER LIKE ITS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL
What a flirt!! See y/n you were right. Rich, handsome guys, tsk. Bound to be bad.
You threw coney to the side and your phone came crashing down with it from your side table.
Groaning, you bend over your bed to pick it up, only to see a message from the dear boy you wanted out of your mind right now.
J:I’m heading out for work soon~ have a good day today😙
Is that a kissy face?!
Oh goodness, you were so annoyed.
Kim Jongki, are you playing with me right now?? WE ARE NOT ATTACHED
.....
at least not yet (?)
Tossing the phone aside, you decided to take a shower. Afterall showers always work best for any occasion. You got up and spent a peaceful 20minutes running under hot water, clearing your thoughts.
Though still feeling bothered, you were definitely more refreshed. Time check , it was about time for you to get changed and pick up lunch on the way to the store.
Dusting on some light make up, bunning up your hair, you changed into your working clothes. In 30 minutes you were out of the house.
On the bus ride to your working area, you were so torn between checking your phone and not to. You wanted to know if jongki texted you again, but you didn’t really want to deal with this situation.
Fiddling with your phone, you almost dropped it when it beeped to announce a message had arrived.
That’s a sign, I should look at it! Since it rang when I’m thinking whether I should
Excitedly you unlocked your phone and checked your notification, only to find that it was just a reminder message from your landlord to pay your rent.
Your heart literally dropped because you actually really wanted to receive a message from him. Just then your phone beeped again and this time it was from jongki!
J: y/n ah what’s for lunch today? I’m having kimchi stew. Texting because I thought about you who might be board having an off day today :p
Sigh, you can’t deny that boy is so cute and lovable. But you still weren’t ready to reply him. You wanted things to be clearer between both of you. While uncertainty in relationships can be the most heart fluttering period, you didn’t like being in that phase.
It wasn’t long before you reached your stop to alight. Not feeling particularly hungry yet, you stopped by street stalls along the way instead.
You arrived at your shop, feeling satisfied with the pajeon you just had. You almost forgot how therapeutic the scent of flowers were until you stepped in. The mixed floral scent of dew and freshness instantly released you from the troubled thoughts bugging you at the back of your head.
‘Unnie! I’m here! How could you forget your wedding anniversary , hahah. Have you bought a gift or something yet?’
‘Ah, y/n ah! My life saviour. No I haven’t bought anything! There’s just too many activities and occasions this month that I forgot about my own. Gosh’ she face palmed herself making you laugh
‘Then you better leave soon to get your gift! I’m here already anyway! I’ll just continue wrapping this bouquet you’re currently working on’
‘I’ll buy u a meal another day, sorry for calling you back on your off day~ oh right I’ve a parcel coming later, just open and let me know what’s inside. I ordered so many I can’t even remember what’s coming anymore.’ Removing her apron, she rushed off after saying googbye.
Looking at the tasklist, it was going to be a busy day. 5 bouquets to finish and lots of prep for the workshop tomorrow. You immersed yourself in the wrapping right away.
A few minutes later, your phone lighted up. It was a message from jongki.
J:yaaa, are you ignoring me deliberatelyy? do you want to come over again on sunday?
You scoffed when you saw the message because your detective mind came to a conclusion that the latter question was just bait to get the answer to his first question. He was tempting you with a chance at his place that was a hit or miss if you don’t reply him.
You put down the stalks of flowers you were still holding in your hands, you paused to form an appropriate reply.
Text:
my lunch was great, and i cant go over on sunday, im going to my parent’s place
You typed then deleted it, doesn’t sound about right, you remember telling him yesterday that you got a half day shift on sunday which you really hated.
Trying again,
i got called back at work
Sounds fine? Should you send it like this?
‘Delivery!’
Reacting in shock , you pressed the send button by accident at the voice of delivery man
ah shucks!
You closed your eyes and hit yourself on the head imaginatively. Smiling at the delivery guy, you received the parcels and signed them off.
One of it came in a tube, while the other was in a box.
What in the world did unnie order that would come in a tube? Wallpapers? Drawings??
The tube really piqued your curiosity, so you decided to check that first. opened it first.
Opening the tube, you pulled out a rolled piece of paper. Unrolling it, you noticed at the top right was a black and white logo that writes EXO Obsession.
Ohhhh EXO!! Unnie likes exo?
Ever since you watched 100 days my prince, you had a positive inclination towards EXO. Which also reminded you of jongki who seems to like EXO Kai.
You wondered who was going to be in this poster. Not like you would recognise them though, you thought, unless its do kyungsoo ssi.
A little excited, you pulled the poster open to full length.
Looking at the poster that stared back at you. Your smile faded away. Your jaw dropped.
‘Jongki oppa?’ you muttered under your breath
There was an uncanny resemblance between the man in the poster and jongki.
No way, who the hell is this from EXO?
You turned the poster to the back hoping to find a name of the man in the picture. But there was no information.
Flipping back over, you looked closer at the other small details on the logo, you found this 3 lettered word staring back at you — ‘KAI’.
EXO KAI? Jongki watches his dance videos... or rather, Jongki also can dance ..
There were only two logical possibilities to this , either jongki has a twin or... kai is jongki..
You had to know the answer to this incredulous situation.
Making a grab for your phone, you saw jongki had already replied you , but you weren’t even going to read it
Madly typing away
Y: Oppa, do you have a twin ?
You could feel blood pumping through your veins as you sent it.
How could this be possible ? He mustn’t be exo right?
Although you weren’t interested in boy groups, there’s no one that hasn’t heard of EXO in the whole of korea. And that’s how popular EXO is.
Even though you have never checked them out to find out how they looked like, but you still knew a few names. Names like Baekhyun , chanyeol and.. kai..
Thinking of it now, it seems to all make sense that he could dance, he has abs, he’s rich, works till late, doesn’t reply all the time....
As you waited for his text to come back in, you googled EXO Kai.
Birth name: Kim Jong In
Birthday: 14 Jan 1994
Height: 1.82m
1994 was his birth year, that’s right. Kim Jong in, difference of 1 word. 1.82m, yes, obviously describes him. Google images ? 100% similarity.
If it’s not a twin....
Ding!
His msg came in
J: uh, no.. that was so random though, why? Saw someone looking like me?
You didn’t want to believe this. The friend you’ve been hanging with and even sleeping at his place.. is kai?
In the past, when you watched those cliche dramas you never understood why people made such a huge fuss when they found out their dating partner has a hidden identity.
Like isn’t it totally exciting and fun! Especially if the person turns out to be some rich CEO. Wow, your rags to riches story would come true over night.
That’s how you thought you would react.
But honestly, all you felt was some sense of betrayal right now.
Y: oppa, I think I just found out what you do...
you sent
Just in a few seconds, he replied
J:really?! What’s your wild Guess this time ?
Your hands were shaking as you prepared to type this. The moment you send this and he confirms it... what are you going to do ?
But still, this has to be done
Y: EXO Kai. Kim Jong In.
Again, he replied instantaneously
J:omg, took you long enough!! How did you find out though??!
Clearly not being able to sense the tension over the phone, he was, as usual, cheery about everything.
Y:so it’s true ? Why did you lie your name to me?
You had no idea why you felt so emotional to the brink of tears about this truth.
J: ah, I’m sorry for lying about that.. I was worried initially if I told you my real name you might make a connection and recognise me at the start.
He double texted as soon as you received that msg, saying
J: y/n, are you ok?
You typed
no I’m not. I don’t even know how I should be feeling now, or what I should be doing about our friendship.
But.. you didn’t send it. You switched your phone to do not disturb and kept it in your bag.
You stared blankly at the poster for a while before putting it back in the tube. You’re still in disbelief. This situation was ridiculous. But it was logical.
In a state of mental breakdown, you couldn’t even wrap your bouquets right. You switched over to prepping for the workshop tomorrow instead. But your mind was so preoccupied with the whole fiasco that you kept missing things out. You just wanted work to end and have the time to yourself.
The entire day went by in a mess, but at least it finally ended. Back at home, you scroll through the multiple texts he sent you
J: hmm, seems like you’re pretty shocked about this right?
J: I wanted to tell you but you said you preferred if I didn’t though..
Then there was also a missed call from him
J: Call me back?
You swiped away all his notifications. There is something you really want to do, but not really ready to. You contemplated
Should I? Search kai up ?
Typing into Google, you searched kai. It was strange, just 24 hours ago you guys were so close, almost like lovers. But right now, you’re searching him up and getting to know him like an unreachable stranger.
You tapped into one of those webpages that told fans his entire life story. From his blood type to who he has ever dated and all that small little things people conclude from what he has said.
Again, you felt a stab in your heart and sour inside. These were things you never knew about , but surely, everyone else but you knew. It was like... jongki wasnt jongki, this him is different, it feels so far and distant from the one you knew...
Pondering on that thought, you let out a bitter laugh. Jongki really wasnt jongki. He was never jongki.
Switching to YouTube , you click on ‘mmmh’ the first result when you searched kai. No matter how you tried to keep an open mind, you didn’t like it. His costume made him strange and the song really wasn’t your type.
Deciding that’s enough for the day, you put your phone aside and tried your best to fall asleep.
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Back at work the next day, you decided to get some ‘intel’ from your boss about kai.
‘Unnie, you like EXO Kai?’
‘Ne!!! Wae? Isn’t his visuals to die for???’ She reacted so excitedly upon hearing his name
‘Why don’t I remember you liking EXO though?’
‘I recently just got into them because of my friend who kept playing their songs on repeat in her car’ she laughed as she fixed the flowers
‘Why did you ask though? Since when were you interested in boy groups?’ She continued asking
‘Ah... When I checked the poster yesterday I thought kai was really good looking, so I’m just asking haha. So what’s so nice about kai you bought a poster?’ Finally asking what you really wanted to .
‘Oh gawd, you really wanna know? I could go on a whole day about jongin. Though he is sooooo fierce on stage , killer looks and everything, but he has such a cute personality!! You know when they ........’
And she went on and on about it, even showing you clips of kai on variety shows, interviews, etc. In these the sense of familiarity was back, you felt like this was the Jongki you knew. Oh well, it’s Jongin now, you really got to change it out.
You laughed along with your boss and you understood why he had so many fan girls. Introducing you to some EXO songs, you had to admit you really liked them!
Knowing more about kai now, you went back home that night and sat infront of your laptop, making a search for EXO’s variety shows, music videos and the likes.
You searched up ‘kai cute moments’ and you wanted to sqush him because he was just so cute like how he was normally. At the same time you can’t help but feel a little jealous that you’re sharing these sides of him with other people too.
You watched his dance videos and he was literally a dancing king. Thinking back to when he danced for you, you suddenly realised just how many girls would die to be in your place.
It was already 1am by the time you finished your search. A msg came in just as you were about to crash
J: are you up? I’m going to the convenience store to grab some food. Are you hungry? Want to come along?
Seeing his msg, you felt a little bad about ignoring him for the 2nd day now. How should you reply him now that the situation is a little awkward ?
Nicely, your phone died as you were thinking.
Alright, just a sign I should go to bed, oppa I’ll reply you after I get my phone charged up tmr.
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You woke up to an absolutely crisis that you overslept. Considering how you didn’t sleep well for the past 2 nights over jongin, this was bound to come. You quickly washed up and left for work.
Plugging your phone into the portable battery, you phone came back to live. Again, jongin was persistent in his texts.
J:y/n ah don’t ignore me please
J:Come over on sunday?
J: I’m waiting for your reply.
It was 1.30am when he asked you to come over on sunday, but his last message was past 3am. He must have been thinking about what happened with you.. You felt bad for being so absorbed in how you felt and failed to consider his feelings when it really wasn’t his fault.
All this started out because of your dumb self who wanted to play detective. But then again, if you had found out who he was from the start, would you have gotten this close with him? Possibly not.
You replied him without delay
Y: i’ll come over on sunday
The shop gets really busy on saturdays, packed with workshops, tons of deliveries and online orders. You didn’t have time to check your phone till the end of the day, at which you saw you missed jongin’s call and texts again.
J: omg, you finally replied! is there anything you want to eat on tomorrow? i could get it if you’re coming over from work
J: we are all ok now right?
Should you call him back? It wasn’t like you were completely okay yet, you couldn’t imagine how it would like seeing him tomorrow. He was surely still that jongki you knew, but he was also kai.
Thinking to leave the rest for tomorrow to think about, you just replied
Y: there’s nothing i really want, just get whatever you like:)
Back at home, for the 3rd night in a row, you stayed up like a fan girl again, watching all of EXO ladders, their concert videos. You squealed and fangirled over them like a teenage girl. The more you watched, the more you started falling harder for them.
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A halfday shift always makes your day go by real fast. You were standing outside jongin’s door. You were suddenly reminded of the times you watched 100 days my prince with him and talked about D.O. who he probably knows 1000x better than you do. And how you asked if he was a kai fan. Oh gawd, you wanted to jump into a hole. Feeling a little nervous and a little awkward and hella embarrassed, you didn’t want to press the door bell.
Finally pressing the door bell, you waited for barely half a minute, which felt like eternity before he opened the door. You could even feel your palms sweating.
‘Annyeong Y/N! Come in quickly!’
You didn’t reply him immediately, neither did you move an inch yet. The smile on his face slowly faded and he just looked at you, starting to chew on his lips.
Seeing his face once again, in real life, your heart skipped a beat. You knew it wasn’t because he was kai, but because he was still jongki, that someone special to you.
You quickly smiled back at him the moment you got out of your thoughts. He let out the breath that he has been holding, making you laugh.
‘Annyeong, jong..’ you paused there, about to call him jongki
‘annyeong jongin oppa’ it sounds weird to you, not to be calling him the name you were used to
You guess he must have been feeling a little awkward when you called him by his real name too, he scratched his head and chuckled.
‘I ordered pizza, are you hungry? let’s eat’ he gestured for you to go to the dining area and was ready to walk away
But you felt you had to talk to him first about this,
‘oppa, can we talk?’
He turned around to face you, he nodded slowly
‘sure..’
You walked over to him, leaving a comfortable space between the both of you.
He avoided your eye contact as you started
‘so... EXO Kai huh?’
‘...y/n, i.. you should know i have no intentions to hide anything from you deliberately, i was ready to tell you anytime. but i also thought you would react in a ‘pleasant surprise’ way rather than a ‘nasty shock’ received, so i just let it be’
He looked at you with sincerity in his beautiful eyes which showed how bad he felt. But you honestly just wanted to clear the air and lighten up the mood
‘actually, I just wanted to tell you that... I became an EXOL!’
You exclaimed and laughed. His eyes widened and stared at you like you were out of your mind, before bursting into laughter too.
But his laughter soon turned to sobs, and he rubbed his eyes profusely, which got you stunned
‘I... I thought I messed up our friendship, our relationship. And I really missed you, I didn’t want our us to end like this.....’ he said in between sobs and almost sounded like he was wailing
‘We haven’t even started...! Y/N, you scared me when you didn’t even reply at all! I thought you didn’t want to contact me anymore!’ He give you a light push on your shoulder as he emotionally spilled out all his thoughts
Though you were really confused, it was heart wrenching to see him cry so hard. You quickly put your arms around his waist and have him a hug.
‘Oppa, I’m sorry for the past few days I ignored you. I was just trying to figure how to handle the weight of the truth that you’re EXO Kai. Hahah, I’m so confused at your reaction right now you know.’
Calming down, but still sounding nasal he said
‘I’m going to make you stay here today until I’m convinced that you don’t hate me for being kai.
Oh and that you won’t go MIA on me again if you found out some other kai stuff’
Breaking away from the hug, he grabbed onto your shoulders
‘Y/N I like you, I really like you, so don’t leave my life please’
His impromptu confession got you feeling shy, you didn’t know what to do , but merely nodded in response.
Feeling all bright again he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.
You were glad it was as if nothing has changed, except that you probably became the luckiest fangirl alive just like this.
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This fic went through so many content changes, I’m so glad I finished writing this! For those that waited for this part, I hope it wasn’t too underwhelming:,) feel like there’s definitely still a lot for me to work on as a new writer.
Also just dropping a note to say this would most probably be my last fic tell after may! Please check out of my other fics in the meantime too:) Hopefully I’ll be back with better writings !
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"What !? No - No"
Sterling palmed her face in shock.
"Mom? What's she talking about?"
Blair is directly looking at Debbie, with brows arched as a sign of confusion. She knew she'll never get an answer from Debbie so she looked at her dad.
"Dad?"
She opened her arms as a signal to Anders that she's waiting for an answer. Anderson bit his lip, took a big sigh and looked at Debbie, who's still crying while pointing her shotgun directly at Dana.
"Hello !? I'm shot !?"
Everyone looked at the man who's lying on the floor, Dana's shitty boyfriend. Bowser pointed his gun at the guy, cuffed then took him.
"Dad?"
Blair is still waiting for an answer, that she knows she's not gonna get, for now.
"Sterling come here!"
Blair took Sterling's wrist then took her to Bowser's car.
"Blair II - alkdjadniw"
Sterling's blabbering, because she's still in shock. Blair closed the backseat door where they're sitting.
"Listen to me, Sterl. We will always be sisters. Twin sisters. You just came out of our mom's twin sister. See? We're still twins"
Sterling looked at Blair who's waiting for her to speak.
"Y-yeah. Yeah. I could - I could deal with that."
Sterling can't cry. She's overwhelmed with emotions and shock and questions. They both looked out of the window when the police arrived. Dana is being put in jail.
Debbie, Anders, and Bowser are talking when the police left.
"Holy shit! They're gonna know that Bowser is a bounty hunter!"
Blair is now in a panic.
"W-what? Why? How?"
Sterling is still confused, her mind is far away from wherever they are.
"Shit they looked at us! Hide!"
They both ducked.
"Wait, why are we hiding?"
Sterling still full of confusion but she follows what Blair is doing because Blair is the only one that makes sense to her now.
"I - I - why are you hiding?"
Blair asked her back. Suddenly, the driver's seat door opened.
"Girls. I will get you home now. Okay?"
They sighed in relief when they heard Bowser's voice so they sat back on their seats.
"Did you tell them about bounty hunting? Did you tell them that we're on your team?"
Bowser rolled his eyes at Blair's question.
"First, I did not tell them that I am a bounty hunter. Second, they will never know you're on my team."
The twins took a big sigh. Blair is relieved that their cover isn't blown, as if a spy dodged a bullet. Sterling, took a big sigh because now that her mom is actually her aunt, she's seeing the family that she grew up in, in a totally different way.
"Third,"
Bowser broke the silence that made the two look at him.
"Are you okay baby girl?"
He's looking directly at Sterling. Blair looked at Sterling, waiting for her to answer Bowsie.
"Yeah, I guess so."
She looked down on her hand and tried to play with her nails.
"You know what? You don't even look like her. You look more like mom. Our mom. You're her favorite and I'm sure she loves you so much--," Blair's eyebrows crossed again. "--more than she loves me."
Confused with her own sentence, she shrugged it off, like she's telling herself that that's not the point.
"Do you remember in third grade, she told us she's gonna make us a ham sandwich for lunch, and then you got the ham sandwich and I got the peanut butter sandwich !?"
Sterling laughed when she remembered how angry Blair was when they got home and told their mom.
"Do you remember what she said?"
Asked Blair.
"Yeah. You told her, 'where was my ham sandwich !?'"
The two laughed because Sterling made an impression of Blair's third-grade-angry-face.
"Yeah! And she was like, 'Blair, you should learn to give to others especially your sister. I love you both so much but a responsible older sister should always take care of her younger sister.'"
They looked at each other.
"Yeah. That was fair."
Sterling finally agreed.
"She always put you first over me. Always has and always has been. But, works for me. Less attention, less expectation. It's enough for me to know they love me, they love us. But so you know, you have to take care of your kidney because I am not going to donate it. I want to die with my organs complete and intact. "
Bowser, silently listening to them shakes his head in awe.
"I should really stay hydrated."
Hydrated. Shoot. The water bottle. Lock-in meeting. April.
"Bye, Sterl."
Once again, Sterling took a big sigh. Her heart is crumbling like paper. Now her tears are starting to run down but she tried to hide them and wipe them away using her forehand.
"Oh my God!"
She looked at Blair when she heard her scream.
"What?"
Blair looked back at Sterling with tears in her eyes. With a wide freaking smile.
"It's Miles! He wants to talk!"
Blair happily hugged Sterl. The latter is so happy for her sister.
"Holy crap. We're gonna makeup, we'll be together again! Oh, sweet Jesus! I miss his smell!"
Sterling, can't help but miss April.
Her lips.
Her smile.
Her kiss.
Her smell.
Her skin.
"Honey"
Debbie hugged Sterling so tight. She knows Sterling is in shock but she's scared to let Sterling think negative thoughts and doubt herself.
"M-Can I still call you mom?"
Asked Sterling while they're hugging each other.
"Oh, sweetheart. I am your mom. No one else could be your mom. Okay? And you, are Sterling. You are our daughter. You are sisters - twin sisters."
Debbie softly touched their chins while smiling.
"See? I told you we're still sisters and twins."
Blair happily told Sterling. She smiled so wide. She's never been this happy to be a part of this family.
"I can't even imagine my life without you. I mean, who's gonna let me borrow a bra and never return it and doesn't get mad?"
Sterling laughed again. Anders and Debbie hugged the twins. They looked at each other with a genuine smile. Their hands intertwined with each other. Anders kissed Debbie on her forehead with a sigh of relief because the husband and the wife know that this night just made their family ties stronger than ever.
"Okay, can we please face the fact that you guys still didn't answer my questions last night?"
Typical Blair, asking questions and gets paranoid when they're not being answered.
"Okay, honey. First of all, we are having breakfast. I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that this time."
Blair's brows arched once again because of disbelief.
"A-actually, mom--" Sterling slightly smiled then reached for her nape. "--I want to know. I think I deserve that."
Debbie silently put down her tea, took the napkin out of her lap, and damped it on her lips before saying anything. Anders reached for Debbie's hand that is resting on her lap, which made her look at Anders. She took a big sigh.
"Okay, I'm going to make it short and precise."
Sterling and Blair are waiting for the answers while Anders enjoys himself chewing his food, but it is making an annoying sound. The three girls looked at him.
"What? I'm just eating my food."
Debbie rolled her eyes. The twins looked back at Debbie.
"Dana showed in our old house carrying you. Blair was just a month old. She told me she can't take care of you so she wanted me to take care of you as my own. Dana was a mess. I mean, she still is. But I don't know who your father is. That's it. "
Sterling isn't bothered anymore. She's a Wesley and will always be a Wesley.
"Are you going home right after school?"
Asked Blair while she's driving to school. Sterling's mind is still in the wind.
"Y-yeah. I guess. I don't have much to do."
Blair looked at Sterling with worry.
"It's gonna be okay. I know it's hard for you to walk around and see her in every corner but you have to be strong."
Sterling looked at Blair.
"Yeah. I just have to be strong."
Blair looked at her again, not convinced by how Sterling said those words.
"Or you can pretend you hate her again until it comes true."
Sterling looked at her.
"II-can't do that."
Sterling looked in the side-view mirror when she saw that they're approaching the parking lot.
"Just pretend. Okay? Act tough and doesn't care about her."
The last piece of advice from Blair before they step out of the car. "By the way, you have to take an uber later. I'm gonna meet with Miles. It's our make-up date. Or probably make-up-then-make-out-date."
Sterl just nodded to Blair.
"Incoming."
She whispered to Sterling as she saw April approaching them. Sterling's heart is pounding just the thought of hearing April's voice. She's directly looking at April while walking and is ready to stop whenever April greets her but to her dismay, April didn't greet her, or even called her name, or even took a glimpse of her.
Sterling stopped and turned around, chasing April's back by staring at her.
"Hey, Luke!"
Sterling turned her back before she sees the flirting that is about to happen.
"How is she doing that? I mean, that would be so hard for a gay woman to flirt with someone who's not even on her menu."
Whispered Blair to Sterling while walking towards the entrance.
"Shhhh someone might hear you."
Sterling dropped her bag then turned her face down the table. She kept taking deep breaths, assuming it would heal her aching heart.
"I told you to save me a seat beside you"
She heard the voice she's longing to hear, but she kept her cool and decided to only move when the bell rang.
"I'm sorry, Hannah B is already here when I came in. I wouldn't wanna sit beside--"
Ezequiel looked down at sleeping Sterling. April doesn't even need to turn her back to know who that girl is because even her peripheral vision can recognize her instantly. But for the sake of pretending, she looked around and rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
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Smoke & Mirrors ch 2
Pennywise x Beverly
summery: a confused Beverly suddenly realizing she's in a house with no memory of her past 5 years. dating a strange man named Robert grey and a voice warning her in her mind to not trust him. informing her a frightful list of rules to keep her memory from the man. don't let him know you're scared, don't look him in the eyes. easier said then done while she dates and lives with him.
status: In progress
rated: M - fowl language and gore
previous chap: Smoke & Mirrors ch 1
next chap: TBA
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~ch:2 Eye for an eye~
Her next awaking had her fury build. She hated how she had no control over what happened. No knowledge of it either that left her feeling hopeless in enjoying her life. Where was she now?
“juniper hills for some help he said.” recalling the last thing she could remember. Taking in her surroundings confirming it by the small cell room. Only a small window allowing some light in broken up by the large bars in front. The small view over looking the small outdoor grounds. A few other patients dressed in matching white outfits wandering around.
The lone door to the room making a click noise as it was unlocked. Opening slowly for a nurse to greet Beverly. “good afternoon miss marsh. Are you ready for your noon meeting with your doctor?” the young women asked nicely.
Beverly stood quiet for a moment in thought. “should I bother? I cant grab any sort of control. Now I've ended up here.”
“go.” spoke the voice in her head. She hesitated a moment longer when the voice repeated itself. “go.” convincing her to follow along in seeing what could happen.
nodding her head “yes.” following the nurse after she was gestured to. Walking down the halls past a few other staff down to an office. Entering inside to sit at a table opposite to a welcoming doctor.
“ah, Beverly. How are you? Do you remember me?” the doctor asked.
Beverly thought back to recall what she could of her whole hospital stay so far. Coming up with the doctors name. “Dr. Benjamin.”
“yes, very good.” he smiled. “i wanted to check in on your progress. The therapists have been happy about the great progress you've been doing these past few weeks. No faults so far and tests have seen nothing out of the ordinary.” Setting various test papers in front of her to show the good marks. How do you feel?” he asked.
“... great.” she shrugged, like her answer would matter.
“at this point miss marsh we feel you're fine to head back out into the world. I just want to check and see if you feel that way too.”
about to say yes when that strange voice spoke up. “not yet.”
she wasn't sure what the voice was, but she was sure now it was something else talking to her. So far it seemed to be trying to help her away from Grey. “not yet.” she repeated to the doctor.
“oh? May I ask the particular reason why?”
hearing the voice whisper answers to her, she repeated them back. “i need more time. To make sure it wont happen again before going out into the world.”
“ah, understandable.” the doctor nodded. “your boyfriend Grey mentioned this happened a few times and your sudden hostility toward him.” pulling up a keyboard to be closer for typing. “I'll set you up to continue with the same schedule you've been on. We'll go on until the end of the month then check in again to see if you feel more ready. Hows that?”
“that sounds nice.” breathing a small breath of relief she wouldn't have to face Grey so soon again.
“you can head off to breakfast now.” the doctor letting her leave.
Off on her way to breakfast she thought of the strange voice filling her head. Questions of who it was and how it was connected to Grey. Why and how they become involved in her life. Picking up her food to sit somewhere quietly by herself. She picked at her food between small bites to chew through. About to rip open a wrapper surrounding a muffin decorated in sea creatures like crabs, turtles, and starfish. The voice speaking up to her when all was quiet during her delicate chewing of food.
Helping her to develop a plan for the next few weeks before meeting outside with Grey. “he knows when you're scared. You can't show it when around him.” the voice informed her. “if you're not afraid. He can't do anything.”
from that day she knew what to work on. She had to not be afraid which was easier said then done. Alone in her room offered very little in the way of practicing toward a lack of fear. The voice giving tips the best it could for her to learn how to act around Grey. “Look him in the eyes despite how dangerous it is. Don't flinch, don't jump, and stand your ground.” reminding her during each memory test the doctors put her through.
Herself attaching the no fear response to the small puzzles. Remembering cards faced downward to create pairs off memory and guesses. How quickly she could recite codes shown for only a split second. Speaking sentences back in repetition. When away from the doctors she would repeat her own words back to herself. “no fear. No fear. No fear.” coloring pages with sea turtles in her free time to not be so bored in between.
The final days having her change from practicing no fear to planning how she would permanently solve the issue. She couldn't pretend to not be scared forever after all. The mystery around who Grey truly was and how he could do this. Was he drugging her or committing some hypnosis? Did she have to avoid accepting food and drink from him from now on? That wouldn't be possible as he would surely catch on to her being aware. When she gets back maybe she could snoop through the house.
“try to find old papers to read through. A photo album not on my phone could give me better clues. Photos taken from friends not trying to hide anything.” sighing. “god, hope I can even navigate the house. It felt so … different, but the same.” what little she saw of it brought recognition while a part of it drastically changed. Feeling Déjà vu all over the place without a solid reason why. Guessing it was because she lived there for years, but like everything else couldn't remember anything. Asking her friends could also fill in a lot of the blanks, however she would have to reveal her “condition” was still around. Could her friends be trusted not to tell Grey to “help” her? It would end horribly if she passed under greys radar, only to be exposed she managed to do so after confessing to her friends she was still “sick”.
When she got out shed have to weigh her decisions carefully. While juggling around Grey to stay under his glaring eyes. Her days were coming to a close in her hospital treatment. Her test results coming out how she expected, completely normal. No sign of foreign drugs in her system unless doctors were hiding that.
“i sound like a conspiracy nut.” chuckling to herself. The theory of Grey having every hospital staff and her friends working for him seemed far too out there. “then again I am hearing voices in my head. Maybe I am turning into a nut job.” getting up from her seat to head for dinner. A light meal of mashed potatoes, a lasagna square, and another muffin with a sea themed wrapping made more for kids.
Then the big day came of her official release. Awoken by a nurse coming to escort her to the front of the building for all her things. Talking along the way down the long white halls. “your boyfriend Mr. Grey is here to take you home. How are you feeling?” the nurse asked.
putting on a fake smile for the staff. “uh, fine.” while on the inside she was anxious. “been a bit since I saw Robert. I hope hes been doing fine while I was in here.”
that inner voice correcting her. “don't call him Robert.”
the nurse working to reassure her. “i am sure everything will be just fine. Hes been asking about how your doing everyday. Even through all of this he still really cares for you.”
“yeah.” was her simple response to keep a smile on. Following the nurse into a side room where another worker asked for her name. After receiving it the worker went off then returned with a cardboard box with her name on it. Inside was all her clothes from admittance day along with a small bag containing her wallet and cellphone. Being informed she can change her clothes out in another nearby room.
Switching out into non hospital clothes she was ready to come face to face with Grey. Taking a deep breath before exiting the changing room to follow the nurse out. Heart pounding faster along to how close she was in approaching the waiting room doors. Stepping out behind the nurse passing through the many locked doorways. Locking eyes with the intimidating Mr. Grey standing in waiting for her. She didn't have to step to far into the room before he was looming over her to stare her down.
Him speaking to her unsettled her stomach. “how are you feeling?” he asked calmly. Voice smoothly gentle that hid something sinister behind it.
Keeping her blue eyes locked to his silver blue ones. “fine.”
“how was your hospital stay? You stayed longer then I expected.”
“fine. I wanted to be sure I'd be okay …. out there. So no repeats happen.”
his calm demeanor shifting toward suspicion of her. Those perfect Grey blue eyes developing bits of gold. “no … we don't. Are you sure nothings wrong?”
she had to make up a good reason to explain she was. A simple yes she felt would not convince him she was unaware. “i am sure. The doctors did more tests and everything seems fine so far. … are you okay?”
knowing her answer satisfying him in some way off the golden flecks fading away from his eyes. “fine, darling. Stress has been getting to me a lot lately.” shifting from his cold stiffness to more relaxed friendliness in mannerisms. Smiling as he wrapped an arm around her to escort her home. “lets get you settled back at home in time for dinner. I went shopping and got everything to make your favorite meal to celebrate you're return.”
putting on a fake smile. “sounds amazing.” walking beside him while holding back on flinching away from his arm around her shoulders. Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when he let go. Moving around the side of his … their, car to sit in the drivers seat. Getting in after him in slightly higher confidence that things were going well so far. Gazing out the window on the way home in figuring out where everything was. She didn't have the luxury of recognizing things slowly. She had to be on top of bluffing the knowledge before she even remembered.
Arriving back at their home he was quick to get to cooking in the kitchen. “you go relax and I'll make everything and call you when its ready.” he smiled off to the fridge for the ingredients.
faking a smile. “thanks Grey.” Heading off to secretly explore the house a bit. Her eyes caught by a large sign above their fireplace.
The large words good cheer, good friends carved into the wood paneling. That Déjà vu boring into her skull causing her great annoyance. Even more so knowing shed be experiencing it so much at this point. Moving on to look over the various photos hanging up on the wall. More photos of her and Grey happily together, more camping photos, the same kind that didn't get her closer to knowing what was going on. Heading deeper into the house she saw a door she recognized as leading into the basement. A tugging sensation pulling her to go down and look around.
Cautiously opening the door to walk down the creaking old wooden steps. Brushing a lot of cobwebs out of her way she stopped by a huge blockage of wood. Boards forming some kind of round blockade against something. Nails mashed all over the blockade out of some obsession for it to stay together for all eternity, but why?
“no way I can pull this apart without him noticing … or without some tools.” looking at the mangled nails twisted in all sorts of ways from improper straight hits. The tugging picking up to pull her to some boxes. Finding large books. “photo albums?” surprised to find such. Looking through them still offered little help.
“what is this suppose to do?! Nothings coming to me from these!” whispering angrily at the air for that voice to possibly hear. Shutting the book causing something to slip out from the pages.
It was a yellowed page covered in smeared ink scribbles. “a check list?” looking over a list of strange items. Listed across it were:
humancy, job, money, house, car, move him, get her
a messy note at the bottom barely readable “he wont shut up. Why doesn't he shut up.”
questioning what this paper was for and where it came from she searched back through the photo pages. Ending up at the back of the book not knowing where. About to comb through it again when some papers slipped out from under the books leather cover binding. Gently pulling out a stack of yellowed pages covered in smeared ink. Sloppily written things with one in particular looking like a child wrote on the page. Even stranger was what was written.
The name Robert Grey written sloppily having crooked or backwards letters scrawled repeatedly. The name covering the page slowly transitioning. The horrible writing to something curved and smooth that finalized into what most expected of a adult signature. The next page had more scribbles that made no sense to Beverly. Ink smearing all over words saying:
“it'll work.” “he says it wont.” “he wont shut up.” “it'll work.” “she wont know.” “she'll never know. She'll never leave.” “i have everything.” “she wont leave if I give her everything.” “she'll be too happy to leave.” “it'll work.” “it'll work.” on the back having more refined signatures of the name Robert Grey.
“okay, but why?” thinking over what the papers could mean. Why they were hidden in the back of a photo book in the basement. Nothing else she could gather from the room she left back up to the living space. Sitting on one of the couches to debate on her next move. A particular worry creeping into her mind at seeing it turn dark outside. She'd have to go to sleep with him tonight. Could she manage to pull that off? What if he wanted to …
“dinners ready.” he called to her from the kitchen. Walking by with dinnerware to set at the dining room table. A large solid one of carved dark wood having the perfect white plates standout even more. Setting up silverware on napkins next to each plate. Setting it up for them to sit across from each other. “you can sit. I'll get the food, don't worry about it.” gesturing her to go to the table.
Following along to what he wanted she sat down at the table oddly set up. It was far too neat and perfect compared to how most would set up for dinner. This was like a fine dining set up with plates, multiple eating utensils on a folded cloth napkin. A little empty bowl off to the side next to a smaller square plate that held a stick of butter along side a butter knife. Closer to the plate was a crystal clear wine glass. His side being set up exactly the same down to the last centimeter of space between everything.
Grey returned to set her low edged bowl down onto the plate. He was definitely right in knowing what her favorite food was. Beverly perked up at seeing the tender crusted lamb forming an arch against each other over a bed of finely chopped greens seeping into a red sauce. Setting aside a wooden board that had fresh bread buns still steaming between the both of them and a medium pot full of hot vegetable soup. Scooping a small amount for her into the little bowl.
“thank you.” she spoke honestly toward him. Actually excited about the fine meal made for her.
“welcome darling. Want wine with the meal?”
“mm, no, water for now. Don't want to get drunk on my first day back.” being somewhat truthful in that she didn't want to get drunk around him.
He nodded in taking both their glasses to the kitchen. Coming back with clear ice water for her and a red wine for him. She nervously looked at the water in consideration that she didn't watch him make it. Therefore he could have drugged it without her noticing. However it seemed how he did these things never involved drugs, only his eyesight. Taking a roll with a little butter to eat between sips of water. The dinner went perfect between the finely made food and the fact Grey really didn't talk too much. Asking simple questions about what she did in the hospital. Her playing that she was worried about another black out and getting a will together. Then him reassuring her it probably wont happen again.
Now it was time for them to head to bed. Beverly brushing her teeth after Grey and changing into pajamas in the bathroom as Grey did in the bedroom. Making sure he didn't see any part of her naked while not being too suspicious. Laying down next to him in the dark she couldn't relax enough to sleep. Managing to do so only after the voice reassured her nothing would happen. Sleeping for a few hours when she woke again.
She was alone in bed in the middle of the night. Hearing some loud noises from down the hall.
Her mind answering to where it was most likely coming from. “the study.” getting up to sneak out and down the hall to the study room. Hearing Robert arguing with someone, but hearing no one else talking back before he replied.
“why are you doing this?! You're ruining everything! … no, I cant! … no! You don't understand! … no! … no! No! No! .. I cant! It wont work! … no she wont! Never! … stop doing that! I finally have it and now you wont let me keep it! … I am doing fine! Keep your damn nose out of my business!” he snarled, growled, and roared in the empty room. Going suddenly quiet inside for a few minutes aside from heavy wheezing. Stepping out of the room he ran into Beverly, startling her.
She almost locked up defensively again when the voice in her head spoke to her. “act normal, don't act scared.” it warned. She forced her body to relax and slapped on the best poker face she could.
“why are you out of bed?” Robert questioned a little more aggressive then his usual calm demeanor.
“i was thirsty … you okay?” facing his gaze.
He gave her a look of suspicion and looked into her eyes. Like staring into her soul for the truth. Some small flecks of yellow developing in his eyes that almost had Beverly flinch away, but she managed to hold her stare. “you should go back to bed.”
she nodded. “i just need a drink.” her actions seeming to have bluffed past him.
He looked away. “alright.” he spoke before walking back to the bedroom she was once in.
she breathed a sigh of relief. Now what to do? Looking toward the closed study door then back toward the bedroom door before cautiously entering the study. Looking around for who, or whatever he was talking to. Seeing not even a phone set up somewhere. She looked all through the drawers of the desk. No phone in there and things strangely pristine. No notes written anywhere or papers saved. The desks containing straight empty note pads and untouched pens. Sitting as if they were just put there to fill the empty space then be of any real use.
Moving on from the desk she checked the book shelf's. Seeing many random popular picks or duplicates of the same line up. Appearing to her to also be a strange alignment reminding her of a school play background that repeated. “who needs 20 copy's of hamlet?” picking one up to flip through.
Seeing that the whole book was made up of vast white pages. Not a single word was in the book she grabbed. Curiosity bringing her to check the rest of the books. All the same with not a single thing in any of them. After flipping through random books she started grabbing all of them out. Suspicious that they must be hiding something more like a false door. After pulling almost all of them she lost steam on going over them all again. This set up reminded her of fake play sets with everything for looks and no practicality to work.
She looked around the room for anything else out of the ordinary. Spotting a small spot on the ceiling darker then the others yet reflective. She grabbed the ladder meant for grabbing books off the high shelves. Setting It under the dark spot to climb up in investigation. Looking close she could see a small build up of water.
“a stupid roof leakage?” feeling she climbed up for nothing and smoothed her hand across the spot. She still rather not have a leaky roof even with far more serious things going on. Feeling the water stick to her fingers it pulled away when her hand moved off the spot. The water touching her finger tips sliding off, but not to fall down. They flew up to land back into the small collection.
Catching her off guard that the water was floating. “what?!” she whispered to herself.
Touching the water again to gently pull it down. The water hanging onto her fingers before dripping again back to the ceiling spot. “what?” she questioned again. Unsure of what to do with this information. Remembering she was told to return to bed and her taking so long may draw attention to her. She can investigate further tomorrow. Stepping off the ladder to place things back like she was never there. Swallowing her nerves on the way back down the hall.
as she entered. Seeing Robert sleeping in bed with his back toward her. Liking that he wasn't staring toward the door in waiting for her to return. She anxiously slipped into bed next to him. Laying still as possible to not wake him or worse catch his attention to do something. Falling back asleep to wake in the new morning by the alarm clock sounding. She felt him stretch on the other side of the bed. Rising up out of bed the same time he did.
“i am going to take a shower, do you want to shower first or after?” he asked.
“you can go first.” thinking it a chance to look things up on the computer. Maybe she'll find more on Grey that way. Where he was born, a family tree, some history if he somehow made the news.
He nodded and went with a handful of clothes topped by towels into the master bath. Beverly rushing out of the room as soon as the door was shut to the small closet holding a large computer. Waiting impatiently for it to boot up to start surfing the web for his name. Finding many Robert greys across the world popping up in her searches. None involving the one she was searching for.
About to click on another post when a pop up blocked her mouse. A image of a smiling turtle around some coastal news sweeping her away after a mouse mis-click. “dammit! Not now!!” trying to force her way back or stop the page from loading. Sucking away important investigating time she couldn't afford to lose right now. Halfway loaded the page turned out to be more useful then she thought.
There he was in a olden yellowed photo at some circus. Robert Grey the performer at the traveling circus before the great storm destroyed much of it while visiting Derry. She could see it was definitely him, but it couldn't be.
“the storm hit the area back in 1852.” she read off the article. “Robert cant be 150 years old. Maybe this was an old relative.” scanning down to find more info on this traveling circus when she heard him exiting the room. She shut the pages and forced the computer to shut off before rushing out to look like she was starting on breakfast. “anything you want for breakfast? Eggs, pancakes, or some coffee and just a little bit of bacon?” asking him while he came down the stairs.
“i am actually going to make an omelet. You want one?” taking out some bell peppers from the fridge.
“no thanks.” starting her own little meal of eggs and bacon. She couldn't keep this up day after day. Acting as a couple when she felt anything but. She couldn't kiss him, and wouldn't stand for trying to fake sex with him. She had to run before he started getting more intimate as a normal couple would. He was only holding back because she was “recovering” from a hospital stay.
“I've been thinking of taking a camping trip with the girls. Maybe getting outdoors with fresh air will help me better then staying indoors.”
“sure, could help you relax after all the stress.” Grey chopping peppers not too far away. “i can shop for anything you need to help it be less stressful. If you'd like I can pack everything, although I know you prefer packing yourself every time.”
“thanks Robert, that'd be great.” the name slipping out before she could realize her mistake. Freezing her cooking when it hit her and hearing him stop behind her.
He let out a frustrated growl and loudly set the knife aside. Mumbling under his breath. “he did it again.” then turning to Beverlys back. “Beverly, look at me!” getting straight to the point in what he wanted.
“no!” keeping her eyes bared down at the counter top in front of her.
“i will not let our family fall apart!” she heard him stepping closer. “i will keep this going for as long as I can! I worked so hard to get this far!”
Beverly tensed in a panic at what to do. She couldn't face him again and accidentally catch his eyes. Who knew if shed awake again from the dark fog. Her eyes speedily looked around before settling on a set of kitchen knifes. Lunging for one and without thinking swung around to attack. Feeling the blade slice through him. Her tightly shut eyes opening a smidge to see where she hit. Relieved so see she had slashed both his eyes. Holding his hands over them as blood seeped between his fingers. The blood seeping floating up against gravity to burn away.
“what have you done?!” he snarled. Voice warping making Beverly tense. “why did you do that?!”
“i am fucking leaving!” she shouted back.
“no you wont!” his voice warping further. A lump catching in her throat as he physically changed in front of her. His human appearance shedding to the clown she faced so long ago. His eyes were injured but he still faced her directly. “i wont let you leave after all I've done!” Robert, now revealed to be Pennywise the dancing clown, roared.
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Mind Games (part 6)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | [completed]
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In the fourth year I had this recurring dream — or fantasy, more accurately — that Simon and I would find some common ground to unite us, and we’d become friends. Allies. We’d work together for some greater goal and through that process we would, inevitably, become best friends. By the fifth year, I imagined we’d fall in love. By sixth year, I dreamt that we would tolerate each other.
I never thought my sixth year fantasy would come true.
I always assumed that the common cause would be fighting the Humdrum, or saving Watford, or solving a mystery. I never thought the thing that would bring us together would be being gay.
Or rather, “not straight,” as he repeatedly insists. Apparently thirty minutes of reflection is enough to make Simon realise he likes men, but not enough to make him comfortable with a queer label. I will never understand him.
But, despite telling him I’m gay, he’s still sticking by his theory that the hat’s selection was based entirely on sexual preference, and not because I’d jump him in a heartbeat.
“We can just say it was me that caused us to get paired,” he said on the way back to the room. “I don’t know if your family knows or if you want them to know, or if they’d be disappointed or something shitty.”
“They would have to acknowledge it in order to be disappointed,” I answered, but I didn’t argue with his offer. If he wants to be the openly bisexual Chosen One, I’m sure as shit not going to stop him.
“Sorry your family is weird about...you know,” he said when I got out of the shower the next morning. I stared. Apparently we were still discussing this.
“Is the Mage going to be bothered?” I asked him instead of answering. He paused in the middle of picking out a shirt. (He has four identical shirts. Why does he do this every day?)
“Why the fuck would the Mage care who I like?” he asked, surprised. I shrug (I’ve picked it up from him.) (I hate it.) (But it’s a gesture that says so much, while saying nothing.)
I didn’t have an answer.
Apparently Watford isn’t as fascinated by Simon’s sexuality as I am, because there wasn’t really any backlash. No one cared. No one said anything. And so I assumed it had blown over. This unfortunate occurrence had passed, we had both survived, and things could go back to the way they were.
Except they didn’t.
“How long have you known?” he asked as we walked down to breakfast one morning.
“Longer than you,” I responded.
“Right but like, how long?” he pushed as he got in line behind me for coffee.
“I’m going to rip your tongue out,” I responded.
I keep waiting for him to figure out I’m in love with him. I had thought this would become blindingly clear: the hat put us together, he knows I like men, and I called him fucking exceptional. I practically put a sign on my forehead screaming “I’m in love with Simon Snow, set me on fire and laugh” and yet somehow he’s completely missed it, and is still trying to take responsibility for it.
I don’t understand the mental leaps he had to do to convince himself that somehow my intense hatred for him fucked up the spell. But then again, I don’t understand anything about the way Simon thinks.
He’s so stupid, and yet, I love him.
SIMON
“Have you ever fancied anyone?” I ask Baz. I’m lying on my bed with my feet up on the wall, trying to study, but I can’t. It’s warm out, and we’ve got the window open, and it’s an afternoon that should not be spent trying to teach myself Greek. Honestly, if I don’t have it by now, I’m never going to.
“We’re not talking about this,” Baz snaps back from the other side of the room. He was working, but I saw him give up a few minutes ago, and he’s just been staring out the window ever since.
“So that’s a yes,” I say, throwing my book to the floor. “And considering how prickly you’re being, that means he goes to Watford.” It’s a shot in the dark, but I like to throw out wild theories sometimes to see how he reacts.
“This is not even remotely a subject that’s up for discussion,” he responds, putting in his headphones and turning back to his book. I hate when he does that.
Somehow he managed to bring in an illegal mobile. I was surprised last week when he used it in front of me — normally I would have jumped at the idea of finding something that could get him in trouble. But lately I’ve been focusing a lot less on trying to catch Baz doing something shifty — maybe because he’s now doing the shifty things in front of me — but maybe because I don’t think I care.
And I think… I think I know he’s not a monster. He’s just a boy. A shitty boy, who can be an extreme prick. But still, just a boy, who got outed in front of his classmates. Who listens to Radiohead and eats crisps at night. Who has siblings, and gets bored while doing his homework.
Lately it’s been hard to be in the room with him, because I’m hyper aware of his presence. I always am, always have been. I always have this list in my head about him. Usually it reads something like 1. What is he plotting? 2. Is he going to hurt someone? 3. Where is he going? 4. Does he know I’m following?
But right now the list is reading more like 1. Does he fancy anyone 2. Has he ever kissed a bloke before? 3. What does kissing a boy taste like? 4. I wonder what colour his eyes are right now.
Staring at the back of his head, as he bobs slightly in time to his music, I wonder what he’s listening to and what his hair feels like.
“My money is on Niall,” I say, even though he can’t hear me. “He’s kind of fit, isn’t he? Or maybe it’s Gareth. I’ve seen the way you stare at his belt buckle.”
“There’s literally no way to not stare at it when he’s shoving it in your face,” Baz snaps. I guess he can hear me. “Now shut up or I’m throwing you out the window.”
“Have you ever kissed a bloke?” I ask. Because I guess this is what I think about now. I don’t know when this started, or why. Part of me wonders if I’m only thinking about Baz like this because we both like blokes, and some part of me is reacting to that.
But then part of me thinks I’m only thinking about Baz like this because I’m finally getting to know him. He let down some walls — not many, but a few — and now...I guess he doesn’t seem that scary.
“Get up,” he snaps, slamming his book closed and advancing on me. He’s trying to look terrifying, but the edge of his mouth keeps turning up. I think it was always doing that, all the way back to first year, and I just always mistook his smiles for snarls.
“Why?” I ask calmly. I’m still lying on the bed with my head hanging over, and from this angle he’s upside down.
“Because I’m chucking you out the window.”
Normally I’d growl, and start to get worked up, and we’d end up in a fight on the stairs. But instead I just grin at him, and I see the smallest hint of a smile on his face in return.
And I think I want to kiss him.
And I think, possibly, he might want to kiss me.
The whole “exceptional” thing aside, there’s small things. Sometimes I catch him looking at me when he doesn’t think I can see him. He’s been a hell of a lot nicer to me since the psych lab, and he even helped me with homework once.
But the big sign was the time I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, and he had a full metal breakdown. I’d done it on a whim — I didn’t think through it all, just dashed out with my towel around my waist to grab my shirt — and he tensed up so much he broke his pencil in his hand, and then his face went about as red as it can get.
So yeah. I think there’s something there.
Neither of us is going to do anything about it though. He sure as shit isn’t, at least. But I guess I’m the brave one, of the two of us. So if it is going to happen…
I guess I’m going to have to nut up.
Crowely, we’re fucked.
BAZ
“We could pretend to be dead,” he says glumly, his feet dragging as we walk across the courtyard. For once, Simon might be on to a good idea. I think I’d rather be dead than go to the next Magickal Psychology lab tomorrow.
“It’s required. For a grade,” I snap. He looks so dejected that I want to throw my arm around his shoulder and spell him happy.
“I wish the Humdrum would attack,” he mutters. I sigh and hold open the door of Mummers House.
“It will be fine. We’ll just go in, find out what the control question is, and lie,” I tell him as we trudge up the stairs. He pauses on the middle landing and stares at me.
“Lie?”
“Yes, Snow, lie,” I snap when we enter the room. He throws his bag to the ground and collapses onto his bed in a dramatic heap, and a small contented sigh escapes him when he shoves his head into the pillow. “For example, I am neither allergic to cats nor colourblind. And yet I have successfully gotten out of those experiments by lying.”
“You’re not colourblind?” he sputters, turning his head to look at me. The stricken expression on his face makes it seem like I’ve just turned his world upside down. “I thought that’s why you always wear black,” he mutters, then turns his face back into his pillow.
It’s the makings of a lazy afternoon outside. It’s warm, we’re on the verge of a weekend, and somehow Snow and I have spent the entire day together thus far. We ate breakfast together, talked on the way to class, and actually got scolded by Miss Possibelf for laughing during her lecture. It’s been perfect.
So I sit on the floor between our beds with my back to the windowsill and tip my head back just a bit so it’s resting against the ledge, and close my eyes. I like this spot because it allows me to feel warm without being in direct sunlight, and it makes me feel like a bit of a sleepy cat. I never would have sat here before Snow and my’s strange gay truce.
“Put on music,” he mumbles sleepily from his bed.
That’s another thing we do now: we listen to my music. I’ve been using my mobile with him around — I only have to listen to music and text Fiona — and I figured he would just ignore it, consider it a casualty of our strange new tolerance of each other. But then one day I was doing work and he just came over and picked it up. I almost kicked him out of reflex, but he just squinted at the screen, put it down, and shrugged. “I want to see what you were listening to,” he said. He started doing that every time he walked by, picking up my mobile and running his stumpy freckled hands all over it (Crowley, I’d kill to be my mobile) and then one day he goes, “You can play it out loud.”
And now we listen to music.
I barely glance at the screen as I hit play on whatever I had up last, and pull out my wand. “Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up!” I cast, and the speaker on my mobile grows louder, unleashing some Radiohead song on our room. I throw the mobile on my bed then close my eyes. Maybe I’ll give in to the cat metaphor and take a nap.
My head’s tipped back and I’m on the verge of truly falling asleep when I feel a small puff of air on my cheek and hear Simon whisper, impossibly close, “Baz.”
My eyes fly open and he’s there, he’s right there, his unexceptional blue eyes staring into mine, and I can’t look away, even though there’s no spell holding me here. Just him. Just Simon. His face is centimetres from mine and there’s no possible explanation for why he’s this close, except for —
“Do you remember that question from the experiment about dying that night and what you would regret not doing or saying?” he asks. I can feel his breath on my lips because he’s that fucking close, and the soft rumble of his voice is reverberating through me. I nod, slowly, because this feels like some kind of hazy spell and I think that quick or sharp movements will dislodge it.
“I said I’d regret not having killed you,” I whispered. His lips — fuck, his lips — quirk up and he smiles at me. It’s ruinous.
“I said I don’t really have regrets,” he whispers back. And then he tilts his head. “But that’s not true. I regret that I haven’t done something.”
Aleister fucking Crowley he’s being so cool. When did he get so cool? He’s going to, I know that’s what he’s doing. I know that’s why his head is tilted and he’s leaning even closer. This is going to be it. He’s going to kiss me or kill me, and I’m happy for either. I’ll take whatever he offers, just—
Why isn’t he doing it? His mouth is so close, I can see it, he’s closed his eyes, and he’s just…. Here. Is he waiting? He keeps dipping closer and closer, his mouth ghosting along mine, then he pulls away, and I’m going to explode. I’m going to scream.
“Simon,” I snarl, because I’m ready to fucking kill him, and his eyes pop open just as I grab the back of his neck and kiss him.
I hear — no, I feel — him hum against my lips, and then he’s doing something with his chin, and he captures my bottom lip in his, and it’s—
It’s sweet. It’s soft. It’s kind and gentle and everything that we aren’t. Everything that I never imagined we could be. He’s kissing me like I’m something precious, like I’m something sacred. No one has ever treated me like this before.
“Simon—” I start as our lips break away a bit, but he just makes a shushing noise and leans in to kiss me again. He’s on his knees in front of me, his hands planted to the ground on either side of my hip.
“I know, I’m exceptional,” he whispers, then kisses the corner of my mouth. I laugh — I can’t help it. This is the moment I’ve waited for my entire life, and I feel drunk off of him.
I want more.
“Let’s just—not overtalk this. Let’s just do this, yeah? I want to do this, all of this, the whole thing, us, let’s just do it,” he says, then flicks his tongue over my bottom lip. He could probably have asked me to set myself on fire after that and I would say yes. I have no idea what he’s talking about — snogging? Sex? Dating? I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ll do anything if he’s involved. I try not to think about what he’s suggesting, and instead I just turn off my mind, like he would. He’s gotten pretty far in life so far, there’s got to be a benefit to it, right?
“Absolutely,” I mutter, bringing my hands up to grasp his hips, and it’s like some kind of sign or permission to him, because suddenly his hands are in my hair and he’s gathering it up in chunks and pulling on it slightly, wrapping it around his fingers as his nails lightly scratch my scalp and it’s a sensory overload. I push him away, but his hands are still in my hair, he’s really got a strong fucking hold on it, and so we both go kareening backwards and he lands on his back and smiles up at me as he laughs breathlessly.
I go for the mole on his neck like a target.
“You’re exceptional too,” he whispers. He’s wriggling beneath me, his whole body tensing and relaxing as I kiss every mole and freckle I can find. There’s two hiding under his collar, I know, and so I’m focused on pulling his knotted tie off so I can get to them.
“Of course I am,” I snap back. His tie is really, truly, astonishing tangled. Does he just hang himself every morning in the process of getting dressed? I should just set it on fire. It would serve him right.
“I think that that stupid spell must have known that I—” he’s saying, breathless, as I work at the knot. This useless piece of clothing is keeping me from his Adam’s Apple and there is absolutely no bigger injustice in this world right now.
“Simon,” I snarl. I’m angry at his tie, and I’m taking it out on him, but I don’t care. Nothing matters. “Shut the fuck up. It paired us together because I’m obsessed with you, and I’m going to set you on fire if you don’t learn how to tie your tie like an adult.”
His smile blinds me. His eyes scrunch at the corners and he reveals all his teeth — not perfect and uniform, utterly unexceptional, just like his eyes, yet endlessly adorable — and it’s a smile full of joy and surprise and more than a little mischievousness.
“Just get my clothes off,” he says, and it comes out with magic even though it’s absolutely not a spell. It’s some kind of fucked up horny compulsion, and I feel myself pulled back to the tie, ripping it from his neck, my fingers running under the buttons of his collar and popping them. I feel out of control, ruled by a force that’s not me, and it’s terrifying.
But it’s giving me the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for years.
“Sorry, sorry,” he gasps. He’s seen the panic in my eyes. “It does that sometimes, my magic. When I feel… a lot. Do what you want! You don’t have to!” he gasps out, and I feel the compulsion lift.
My fingers keep working at his shirt though, and I can’t stop myself from giggling. It’s not funny — he just forced me to do something with magic, I should be horrified — but this is surreal and I feel like I’m drinking in the galaxy everytime my lips meet his skin.
“I guess Greg’s fucked up experiment worked,” I say between laughs. His breath gets faster as I kiss at his collarbone, and he frowns at me.
“Don’t,” he stutters, then shakes his head. “What the fuck Baz? Don’t talk about Greg,” he pouts. “Greg can get stuffed for all I care.”
“But it worked, didn’t it?” I say, nuzzling at his neck. He growls, grabs my shoulders, and turns me forcefully, so that I’m on the ground he’s above me. This is a first — I’m always above him. By at least three inches.
But then he grins.
“He can never know,” Simon says, and I nod.
“Absolutely fucking not,” I agree, and lean up to meet his mouth again. He laughs against my lips and pushes back at the kiss. I can taste the smoke of his magic in my mouth. It’s going to be there for the rest of the day, I know. Not even brushing my teeth is going to get the taste of Simon out.
Maybe psychology isn’t the worst.
#carry on#carry on fic#my writing#mind games#snowbaz#snowbaz fanfic#gay boys being their best gay selves#listening to music#hating psychology
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Unthinkable CH 29/???
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word 3100
Warning nothing
She took the elevator to the reception
"Good morning, Madame, can I help you?" asked the concierge with a smile
"I'm leaving, could you call me a taxi," said Y/N, the man nodded and picked up the phone,
"Your car will be here in 5 minutes, did you enjoy your stay?"
"Impeccable as always thanks, my guests will leave the room in a couple of hours if it is not a problem" said the woman signing the receipt
"No problem Madame, will we send the bill to the address of the reservation?" He asked formally, Y/N nodded and went out waving, the taxi was waiting for her,
"At the Central Station please," she said, taking cell phone, the group chat was in turmoil everyone was asking where was going, the woman looked out the window at the buildings that were parading and if asked, felt the need to stay in her safe haven even though London was her home now, arrived at the station made the ticket and took the first train, tried not to give weight to the looks that were addressed, the first thing she would do once arrived would be to change color to pass more unnoticed, pulled the top of shirt over head and pretended to sleep.
2 hours later arrived in her city got off the train and took a taxi for home, the phone had not stopped vibrating for a moment and decided to leave the family chats and change calls, she wanted to be alone, entered in her nest, closed the door behind and threw herself on the sofa, bursting into sobs, wanted to call Tom but was too agitated to pretend that everything was going well, but a message would not alarm him, she could lie in writing,
§ My love here things are slow but we're clearing up, I'll call you later §
sent the message turned off the phone and began to think about the last month of how her life had been turned upside down and what was expecting in the future, a few days later would pack bags again to follow her man to America and it was immensely happy in spite of everything, perhaps it was true that the happier one is the bigger the price to pay and was paying really dear for that joy, went to the kitchen and realized that there was nothing to eat in the house, fortunately not had still terminated the utilities she picked up the receiver and ordered take-out sushi while waited thought about the return she had never taken long journeys and didn't know how to book a flight, the first and only trip abroad was organized by Rice, turned on her cell phone and called only person able to help her,
"Mr. Windsor, i'm Y/N i have a problem, cant bother?" she said as soon as Luke answered
"Absolutely not, I'm in the office and call me Luke," the man replied, "How can I help you?"
"I'm ready to go back but, I feel so helpless right now, I have no idea how to make a plane ticket you could help me for" she said sheepishly, heard the other end of the phone laughing,
"No problem, when do you want to return?"
"If it's possible today, even in the night it's okay," she said gladly that Luke was helping,
"Soon you'll get a message from the airline with time and ticket code, you have to be at the airport a couple of hours before the flight, the car will be waiting for you in the parking lot of the first class or will you be picked up by Thomas?"
"I didn't tell anything I wanted to surprise him so the car will be fine, thanks" the two greeted each other, Y/N opened the door, paid the bellboy and dined, it was nice to keep quiet and exclude everything and everyone for a few hours, when arrived the message of the flight prepared herself, called a taxi and left closing the door for the last time, it would be weeks before the move.
The car left her at the entrance of the airport, the woman pulled the hood up again and followed the directions for the departures, passed the check and stopped at the ticket office,
"Good evening, can I see your ticket?" said the polite stewardess, Y/N showed the phone "Thanks, the flight will pass, she will board in half an hour" smiled, beckoning her to sit down in the waiting room, noticed the looks and felt uneasy fortunately no one bothered her, she felt vulnerable and out in the open, it was a new sensation, she remembered what Tom had told about the zoo's animal effect and smiled, a voice announced flight and started off with the rest of the passengers, a steward led her in first class
"Can I get you a drink, Miss?" asked, helping her to put the luggage in the hatbox, "Champagne or coffee?"
"A fruit juice please" replied Y/N by hooking the belt tighter than necessary, flying waved it and that evening was no different from the other flights made in recent weeks, the steward handed her the glass with a smile,
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, the captain welcomes you on the flight to London, we ask the passengers to fasten their belts and turn off the electronic devices we will take off soon" the captain's professional voice calmed her even as tightened belt, held breath when the plane broke away from the runway, the flight was calm and fast in a little over an hour saw London below her, got out and found the car waiting for as soon as she left
"Welcome back, where is Miss?" asked the driver, opening the door for her,
"At home thanks" she said happily, they had been two eternal days without him but finally she had returned, entered the silent and dark house Tom was still at the party and she didn't know at what time he would return or if he would stop to sleep from some friend , left the backpack at the entrance and went up to the room lit the light took a shower and collapsed into bed clutching the pillow.
It was late at night when he felt Tom's arms tighten around her
"Welcome back Darling" he said kissing her head, "I missed you"
"You too" she replied crouching closer to him, "How was the ceremony?" asked, smelled the alcohol in the man's breath and smiled, he had certainly toasted a lot and, at least for the night, he wouldn't ask questions ,
"It was fun you would have liked" laughed sleepily, holding her tight, "Your day?"
"It's gone, but let's not talk about it now.." replied Y/N, "..what do you say instead of sleeping" she laughed realizing that Tom had already fallen asleep, laced his fingers to her and closed eyes feeling safe, she failed as slept, kept thinking about Rice and her turn, she wondered if really had changed so much to justify his words, the regular breathing of the man close to her made fall asleep almost at dawn.
She opened eyes just before lunch, more tired than ever, she had slept badly having horrible dreams, put on her robe and went down to the kitchen, the house was quiet, Tom was probably gone she found a note next to a bunch of flowers
¥ I went out to run back soon I love you ¥
smiled taking a rose from the vase and putting it in her hair before making coffee and looking for something to eat in the fridge, prepared a simple toast and went to the library, put her breakfast down on the table and explored the room in search of something to read, it was the first time was alone in the house and that was her favorite room, took an old book of stories and settled herself comfortably on the sofa reading and admiring the sunny park outside the big windows, she immersed completely in reading fascinated by the Scottish stories forgetting the days just past, it occurred to her that hadn't looked at the phone since the day before and got up to take it she didn't want the others to be worried about her, Rice and Simo had behaved horribly but the rest of the family didn't have any blame, turned on the phone and found herself again in the family chat quickly read the messages, all similar and anxious, and replied with a vowel to reassure
¥ Sorry for yesterday, rest assured I am at home in London ¥
¥ Poppy never do such a thing again .. ¥ wrote Marco
¥ Marco is right we were anxious especially after we went to your house and we didn't find you .. ¥
¥ How are you? ¥ Gian was the most worried ¥ We know you don't want to talk about it .. tell us how you feel at least ¥
she took a picture of what saw from the window and one of the library sharing them in the chat
¥ As you can see by myself I'm fine, I relax and wait for Thomas to return from the morning run ¥ wrote adding a smiley face
¥ Wow but do you have a private library? ¥ asked Jack
¥ Something similar ¥ was happy to be able to safely share photos of the house, heard Tom's voice calling her
"Darling where are you?"
she switched off the phone and stood up to join the man
"I am here my love," said, throwing arms around his neck
"Good morning my queen, I am sweating soaked, how about a shower and maybe we go out for lunch" the man said before kissing her
"I could not agree more with you" laughed as followed him upstairs,
"Do you want to tell me how did you go with your family?" the man asked, handing her a bath towel, Y/N shook head no longer wanted to think about it,
"I'd rather not Thomas.. sorry" she said in a low voice, the man took her face in his hands and smiled,
"It's all right, I don't want to know anything if you don't feel up to it," he said kissing her, "Sammy is waiting for us tonight for the games"
"The games?" asked the woman, handing him the shampoo, "I thought they would leave right after the honeymoon ceremony"
"I forget that you do not know the Scottish customs" he laughed as washed her hair, "After the wedding ceremony and dinner it is tradition that men challenge each other in races force themselves to conquer the girl of their dreams" he explained seriously, "Tonight I will fight for my queen's heart,” concluded, kissing her,
"My Lord you don't need to fight, my heart belongs to you already" she laughed Y/N hugging him, they ended the shower laughing and joking among the bubbles and prepared to go out.
"If you allow me to take you to one of my favorite restaurants," he said, opening the door to her, the woman laughed at Tom's cavalry, of all the new things that was getting used to, those small gestures were the strangest,
"Even a sandwich is ok Honey, I'm hungry," she replied, tying belt, the man started the engine and they left for the city center, Y/N was more and more fascinated by London even if would have to postpone the visit, soon they would leave promised herself would see her when they returned, the car turned a lane and stopped in front of a room with a large wooden sign, there was a cow carved on it and other colored statues always in the shape of a cow were arranged around the tables, the woman smiled curiously following Tom inside the restaurant, the meitre dressed as a butcher welcomed them
"Mister Hiddleston is a pleasure to see you again," he said professionally, shaking his hand. "Your table is ready, this way," gestured to follow him, the woman admired the industrial-style interiors with brass chandeliers and warm lights, they went down the separè stairs frosted glass and copper divided the second room into corners of privacy,
"Madame, please," said the man, moving her chair away,
"Thank you" she smiled as sat down, "I'm curious to read the menu, this place is beautiful" said in a low voice, opening the menu, the meat reigned supreme in every course, beef and cow from all over the world and in all the sauces they lit up eyes when she read Chianina's Florentine, suspected that he had brought there to please her, looked at him from above the menu, the man smiled at her
"I love eating here, if I can I recommend the croutons are something special" he said turning the menu and showing her the list, a waitress went ahead smiling,
"Excuse the intrusion I leave the wine list," she said, laying the paper on the table and disappearing again,
"Darling what do you think you are eating?" He asked the woman scrolling through the wines,
"Everything looks inviting but I think I'll be on a classic Italian, crostini and fiorentina" she laughed with mouth watering,
"Then I order a red wine," he replied, nodding to the waitress who approached,
"Crostini for two as an appetizer then fillet with pepper and Florentine," he said, ordering for both, "To drink instead of sparkling water and the red Chianti" the waitress hesitated a second
"Certainly Mister Hiddleston" said, turning and going towards the cellar, she returned a few minutes later followed by what seemed to be the chef,
"Good evening," he said, approaching the table, "Is Florentine for you?" asked Tom,
"No it's for the lady" he replied with a gesture towards Y/N who stared at the chef smiling,
"Excuse me Miss our Florentines are usually shared in more people being very large," he explained to the woman, "Can I recommend a fillet?"
"Very large would it be?" she asked curiously, was used to Florentine but maybe in England they were different,
"2 pounds and a half" replied the chef, the woman had no idea of the weight conversion, she thought for a second
"I'm sorry but I'm Italian and I have no idea how much kg is," she said blushing sincerely, the chef laughed
"Then you will have no problem finishing it, it is about 1 and a half kilograms, normal for us," he said in Italian, "I think of it, to the blood and not cut" concluded smiling, Y/N thanked
"Estelle brings the wine, no ice bucket thanks," he said to the waitress and took his leave,
"Any problems with meat Darling?" Tom asked, taking her hand,
"No problem, apparently here you are not used to the size of the steaks" laughed explaining the exchange with the chef,
"In fact I'm curious to see you struggling with the Florentine" laughed as kissed her, the waitress opened the wine and poured it into Tom's glass to taste it, the man motioned that it was fine and filled the glasses of both before to retrace her steps.
The food was as if she imagined it, exquisite, the croutons were as good as those of trattorias in Italy, Tom's phone rang
"Good morning bride," he said with a smile, "Already standing?", Y/N beckoned to him to say goodbye, "Of course we'll be there, we'll finish lunch and leave .." he laughed at what Sammy told him, "The key is to usual place, later" closed the call and looked at Y/N, "Sammy sent clothes for games "
"Who knows why I expected it?" she laughed, "By now I'm not surprised by these things, I'm curious to see the games and the clothes!"
the waitress moved on to remove the starter plates and changed the knives a few minutes later, returning with the seconds,
"It's huge, are you sure you can finish it?" Tom laughed as saw the woman's steak,
"Of course" replied Y/N sinking fork in the meat, "In Tuscany this cut is normal, thinks I know people who eat it even bigger than this" she laughed, the meat melted in mouth and had no problem finishing it, if had she not been at the restaurant would have bitten even the bone but had to behave like a lady,
"Would you like a dessert?" asked the waitress, removing the dishes
"Darling?"
"I'm just full of coffee for me"
"For me a tiramisu thank you" the man said, they finished lunch and went back home, it was a beautiful sunny day, they found two dark hangers on the coat rack,
"Great clothes have already arrived," said Tom, taking the crutches, "Let's get ready" took her hand and went up to the bedroom.
The dress, or rather the costume, was in a beautiful medieval style in blue fabric, down to the feet and full of laces, Y/N undressed and put on the long shirt in light linen bordered with lace before wearing it,
"Thomas help me tie it" said calling the man, "I understand why the ladies had a maid to help them, it's a nightmare of laces" laughed trying to figure out where to start, she felt Tom's hands fumbling on her back,
"My queen you are beautiful" he said kissing her neck, the woman laughed clutching the ribbons on her chest, the man closed her sleeves, turned to admire her and handed the hat, Y/N gasped, Tom had worn a kilt and a simple white linen blouse with the color band of his clan,
"For the Gods .. you .. you .." could not say anything sensible and shook her head, had to concentrate so as not to attack him and to have his hands caress didn't help,
"Honey, shouldn't I wear the colors of your clan?" she asked, remembering that had seen in a documentary that the Scottish ladies used to wear headbands or handkerchiefs in the colors of their partner, Tom looked at her sideways, "Here.. always if you want.." she said suddenly uncomfortable realizing that maybe was running too fast, the man took her by the hips laughing and making her rotate,
"Are you serious?" He answered kissing her, "Darling sure I want, it would be beautiful" , he cut a piece of the band and tied it to her wrist like a bracelet smiling happily like a child at Christmas, "You always amaze me, now let's go, you won't want to be late" he said taking her hand and going towards the car.
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