13 Reasons Why Drinking Game. Take a shot every time...
- an adult says, “watch the language”
- Clay dodges/gets out of a grounding
- Tony dodges Clay’s questions
- Mr. Porter is being unhelpful
- Justin threatens to kick Clay’s ass
- Clay’s mom gets overbearing
- Jessica and Justin have a fight
- everyone tells Tyler to shut up/go away
- everyone plots to stop Clay from telling anyone about the tapes
- Hannah calls Clay “helmet”
In 2017, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp was actually Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Lambert. A simple adding of a name was the consequence of the rebirth of a woman. The father’s name on the birth certificate was one of an hypothetical son of her uncle, simply to add a few more branches to the tree and confuse possible lurkers, complicating matters enough as to discourage whoever wanted to handle Claire’s family tree, even the plain clerk officers or academic secretaries. 21st century Claire was simply named after a courageous niece/cousin of her “grandfather”, dead in action during WW2.
The day Claire met Jamie was the date of the opening of the fourth letter Uncle Lambert had left her. Since the third one, she had been doing better in enduring the three month interval she was supposed to keep in between them. But she knew Uncle Lambert would not really expect it of her unless she had a routine well settled and a calmer look on things. He knew his niece, he knew she’d adapt and thrive.
But the piece of paper she held in her hand in that exact moment was one that held a phone number. James Fraser’s phone number. While she was in the bakery’s bathroom, the now recovered, helmet free, jacket free, very tall Jamie, wrote it down and put it in the front pocket of her book bag. She found it while looking for her pen, after managing to get to the uni building in time for the second class of that morning.
Claire smiled to herself and typed his number and name into her outdated phone. Still working my way through these. Carefully she put the small piece of paper back in her purse, safely inserted in her wallet. She had to stop herself from smelling that piece of paper. Since that morning she had a musky, nutty, leathery, strong scent following her around. She lingered on that olfactive memory, not really thinking too much into it, simply enjoying it in a state of calmness that the scent itself provided. He was suffocating her in the best of ways, but she was so clueless… She would still be for some time until denying was no longer an option. For now, the wish to have a new human soul to bond with was a good thing for Claire. One more step to normalcy.
The feelings for Frank were still there. She called them love, because it was the name she had learned to give to these emotions, that squeezed her heart at that moment. Surprisingly, not in a pleasant way. Not in the same way that the sensation of hugging a creamy leathered jacketed body created in her… She’d have another name for the Frank feelings in the near future, some kind of guilt mixed with respect.
When Claire got home that morning, she went to the letters box and picked up the next one in the cigar smelling pack. The three months were up, it was time to open letter number 4.
She opened it, she read it and she folded it back into its cream coloured envelope. It was all she needed to read at that time. However, her Uncle’s words left her emptiness hurting. Claire needed comfort, she felt alone but surprisingly not lonely, and she felt the need to share that with someone. At first, she tried to pick up the novel she was reading but she didn’t pass the first paragraph. Five minutes after trying to organize her notes for the day’s classes, she picked up her phone and slowly typed a text message.
Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a one shot where you are a female hockey player and you meet for the first time and team up with Sidney Crosby in a photoshoot for a charity calendar? Thanks :) Pd: Sorry for my poor english
A/N: Hey! This was such a cute idea, I loved it. It is a little short, I want to apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it. Your English is great, btw.
Word Count: 959
Warnings: Not really, maybe a slight hockey violence, but it is cute.
The metallic sound of a puck hitting the
crossbar is the sound that I hate the most, it means that you were close, but
it wasn’t good enough. I sighed and turn around, looking at how everyone is
working on setting the big studio lights and backgrounds for the photoshoot. I
wasn’t a big fan of pictures, but this time it is for a good cause, so I’ll
just suck it up and do it.
When Bob Martin had called me to ask if I
would pose for a charity calendar I didn’t even hesitate to say yes, but when
he told me that Sidney Crosby and I went into full fangirl mode until
yesterday, when the anxiousness kicked in. I have played for the Buffalo Beauts
for two years now and I have never been so nervous to meet anyone.
“Sidney should be here shortly” Bob tells
me, stepping on the slippery surface and struggling to get to the carpet set on
the middle of the ice for the crew.
“Alright” I mutter, skating on circles and
moving pucks around.
Bob starts snapping some pictures, checking
on the lighting and white balance and all photography things I don’t understand
when I hear the sound of blades on the ice. I look up and see Sidney Crosby in his
Pittsburgh Penguins uniform and carrying a helmet on his free hand. My helmet.
“Hello everyone” he greets the crew,
shaking everyone’s hand and taking the time to ask for names and thank them for
taking the time to help.
I look at my feet, moving them forward and
backwards without moving from my spot on the ice before Sidney turns around and
skates towards me.
“(y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you” he
stretches his arm and take off my glove to shake his hand.
“The pleasure is all mine, Sidney” I say,
trying to hold the fangirl inside from embarrassing myself too much.
“I’m gonna sound like a crazy fan, but the
goal you scored against the Riveters. That goal should be in the top 3 of this
season’s best hockey goals” he says and my face heats up “but don’t tell Phil
that I’ve said that or he will kill me”
“You watch the NWHL?” I ask in disbelief.
We have been trying to get recognition for years and having NHL players watch
our games would be a great start to make hockey a sport for both women and men
“It started as a guys’ night with Phil and
Geno, but the whole team is addicted by now” he tells me and I look at him,
clearly surprised “we all root for the Riveters, for obvious reasons”
“I’ll tell Amanda that you have said that
the next time I see her” I say and he nods.
“Okay guys, let’s get this done” Bob yells
at us and we turn to look at him “We are gonna do a few shoots on the ice and
then some in formal wear” he informs us.
We keep it professional at first, posing as
Bob tells us and getting some good basic pictures of us on the ice, handling
the puck or shooting at net… and then everything goes insane when Sidney decides
that it would be a great idea to get a picture of me falling and hooks his
stick on my skates, making me trip. And then it is just war, squirting each
other with the water bottles, slapping each other with the sticks and me trying
to check him against the boards and failing miserably.
“I’m sorry, honey. You are going to need to
gain at least fifty pounds and grow four inches to have a chance of checking
me” he chuckles.
Oh, he has awakened the beast. Don’t play
those games with me, Crosby, I think while I start to skate around, gaining
speed before charging against his body, making him fall on his side.
“I think that I have the cover of the
calendar” Bob looks at us laughing and turns the screen he has set up so we can
see the picture he has just taken.
“That is a badass picture” Sidney says,
still lying on the ice and I agree with him.
The lighting of the picture gives it a
dramatic effect; it actually looks like I’m hitting him as any male player
“Just don’t tell anyone that I needed to do
a couple laps before having enough speed to make him fall” I propose and
everyone burst into laughter.
“Alright, alright, we’ll keep that to
ourselves” Bob promises and Sidney pouts a little before getting on his feet
“now, you two go change while we move all of this to the improvised set”
We nod and skate out of the rink, each one
of us walking to our locker room to get change. It takes a while for me to get
ready, since I don’t only need to change my clothes but also put some makeup on
and fix my hair up a little. The dress is a bottle green velvet wrap up dress
with thin straps. It is slightly over the knee and paired with high heels makes
my legs look longer than they really are. I walk out of the locker room and
make my way to the set up Bob has improvised.
“Oh wow, someone cleans up nicely” Bob
yells at me and I give him a shy smile.
“Thank you” I whisper, walking towards
Sidney and standing by his side.
“You ok?” he asks, his voice low.
“I feel more comfortable wearing the pads,
uniform and skates than a dress and high heels” I confess, slightly
“Well, for what it is worth, you look
amazing wearing both”
Requested byobsessedpeppermint -
Klarion x Witch!Reader where it’s the battle between him and Doctor Fate and when Teekles attacked Reader interferes because-Dude you can’t attack a familiar!? That’s the lowest of low blows. Que Klarion frequently visiting Reader afterwards because “Teekle has become fond of reader”
You knelt down next to Kent Nelson’s dead body as Doctor Fate used Wally West to fight Klarion. The fight was spectacular. You were stunned by the beauty of their magic. It made you wish you were skilled enough to cast such powerful spells. Though, you were also worried for Wally’s safety as well. You didn’t know how you would explain to the team if he got killed.
“You’re out of practice, Nabu. And that pathetic host body has zero affinity for the mystic arts,” Klarion taunted as he threw another magical blast at Doctor Fate. He kept glancing over in your direction to see if you were watching, which gave you the impression he was showing off.
Klarion send a massive lightning strike down on Doctor Fate. Doctor Fate blocked it with a shield spell. “Ooh, rainbow power,” he giggled mockingly before sending a wink your way. Even though you weren’t supposed to, you blushed.
Teekl meowed a warning.
“I am paying attention, you stupid cat,” Klarion snapped before sending another blast at Doctor Fate.
Teekl meowed irritably in response. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m winning,” Klarion argued as Doctor Fate was thrown back from the blast. You casted your own shield spell when Doctor Fate almost crashed into you. He bumped against the shield before flying up like nothing happened.
“It is difficult for a lord of order or chaos to maintain a presence on the physical plane. I am bound to the helmet and use a human host,” Doctor Fate said plainly.
“But that is not your way.”
You narrowed your eyes, wondering what he was planning to do. Klarion simply raised an eyebrow.
“You’re babbling, Nabu,” he sneered, readying to cast another attack.
“Am I,” Doctor Fate replied smugly before throwing a magical blast towards Teekl, knocking her to the ground. Your mouth dropped open in shock as Klarion flickered in and out of this reality.
“Teekl,” Klarion screamed, picking up the cat in his arms. “I can’t believe you would assault a defenseless pussycat.” Rage shook your body as you finally stood up and got between them as Doctor Fate sent another blast towards Teekl. You casted your shield just in time, protecting both Klarion and his familiar.
You send a little fireball at Doctor Fate’s chest as a warning. “Hey, you can’t attack someone’s familiar,” you shouted, readying another shield spell in case Doctor Fate attacked you. “That’s the lowest of low blows!”
“Get out of the way, child,” Doctor Fate ordered, casting a spell to drag you out of the way.
“No, you don’t,” you screamed, throwing another fireball at him to ruin his concentration. “I thought a lord of order was supposed to have more class. You disappoint me, Doctor Fate.” You turned to Klarion and Teekl, who were both staring at you in astonishment. “Go now before Doctor Cheater tries again.”
Teekl meowed gratefully while Klarion tilted his head at you. You could see curiosity in his eyes. Doctor Fate blasted you with another spell, knocking you back a little even though you had your shield up in time. Klarion nodded to you before he created a portal.
“This isn’t over, Nabu,” Klarion warned before jumping through the portal as Doctor Fate threw another magical blast at your shield. Your shield dissolved, leaving you unprotected. However, Doctor Fate stopped his attacks once Klarion was gone. He just floated there, staring at you with Wally’s empty eyes. Gulping, you waited to see what would happen.
Slowly, Doctor Fate floated down to the ground and took off his helmet, freeing Wally from his control. You smiled in relief until you saw the displeasure on Wally’s face. Biting your lip, you realized you were going to have a lot of explaining to do.
You were lying on your bed at the cave, contemplating your options. The team had been very upset that you interfered with Doctor Fate’s battle with Klarion, saying it was a betrayal of their trust. You tried to explain how there were rules, and Doctor Fate had broken them. However, they didn’t understand.
Sighing, you rolled over in your bed to bury your face into your pillow. You secretly were hoping Zatara would show up to explain the laws of magical combat to them. Having the whole team mad at you was not a fun experience.
“So this is where the Justice Babies are hiding,” a recognizable voice sounded from behind you. “Predictable.” You jumped from your bed to see Klarion standing in your bedroom with Teekl sleeping in his arms.
“How did you get in here,” you asked harshly. You didn’t mean it, but you were worried the team would catch him here. Though, you were secretly glad to see him again.
“Please, your magic trail was easy to follow. I suggest you work on that,” Klarion explained, shaking his head as if it was obvious. You blushed with embarrassment as he sat down on the corner of your bed.
Slowly, you sat down beside him with caution. Teekl immediately left his arms to curl up into your lap. She purred as you started to pet her. “So, why are you here?”
It was Klarion’s turn to blush, looking away from you. “Teekl wanted to thank you for saving her life,” he mumbled. Teekl meowed knowingly. “Shut up, you stupid cat.”
“Oh,” you said, looking down at Teekl with the knowledge that Klarion was actually the one who wanted to thank you. “Well, you’re welcome, Teekl.” Teekl meowed sweetly at you in response.
Klarion and you began to talk about spells, which in turn led to both of you going to an alternate dimension to practice. Later, he dropped you back into your bedroom at the cave, and you expected he would never visit you again.
However, everyday at eleven o’clock, Klarion would appear in your bedroom to visit. When you confronted him about it, he claimed Teekl had become fond of you. Of course, you knew the real reason behind his visits, but you didn’t say a word.
Suzalulu Week 2015 - Day 6 ‘Service and Sacrifice’
“They sent me back to the academy you know. I couldn’t do much to get out of that. But no-one mentions anything when I leave in the middle of class, and when they see Zero, they never say my name. It’s existing without existing. I know you said that my sacrifice would be that I could never die, that living would be penance. But this can’t really be called living, can it?
Are you listening, Lelouch?”
The mask lay silent on the bed. It never did have answers for him. With a sigh, he picked it up.
“Never mind. Let’s go. We still have time to serve.”
slurred into his sweater are surprisingly clear. They seem to cut the air so
cold that it’s almost crispy. His fingers clench even tighter on your jacket,
and you can hear the crunch of the fabrics. He sucks in a shaky, broken breath,
his chest spasming against yours. You don’t know whether it’s his relief, or
whether he is fighting his tears.