Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is. Word Count: 2,398 Warnings: cussing A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways! Read it on AO3
The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.
“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.
With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.
‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.’
The loft doors click shut and Alec sags back against them, sighing deeply. It’s only around six in the evening, but it feels much, much later. The world is stuck in that liminal space between sunset and darkness, leaving just enough light to make Alec wonder whether he should turn on the lamps. Everything is bathed in sepia tones falling through the windows, washed-out and almost soothing, if only it didn’t make the flat feel more empty.
He rubs at his face, tendrils of pulsing pain climbing up the back of his neck and into his temples. The objective silence of the loft makes it worse - cars keep driving on the road below, someone is playing loud music, but up here everything is too quiet, devoid of Magnus’ usual familiar presence. It doesn’t feel like a home without him, instead only like a space to inhabit, one with a bed too big and too many coffee cups for one person.
Alec toes off his boots and sets his bow down in its usual spot, before making his way through the living room and towards the kitchen. While passing by the couch, he shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it carelessly onto it, shoulders rolling to try and diffuse the tension in his muscles.
Y'know the phrase "all the bells and whistles"? Where did it come from?
The year was 1886. Grover Cleveland was president, and that man LOVED to party. Cleveland’s presidency was infamous for its debauchery and orgiastic social events. In one instance he and his friends got drunk and raced horses in the Lincoln hallway of the White House, shattering several priceless gifts from abroad. In another on July 4th, Cleveland packed the White House with over 600 locals, all nude, painted them red white and blue, and rigged the ceiling with fireworks. As the painted orgy took place, a band conducted by John Philip Sousa himself played Stars and Stripes and the fireworks were ignited, blowing the entire roof off the building to the cheers of the partygoers, excluding Cleveland himself, who was busy running naked through the White House lawn with sparklers, chasing a rabbit that had wandered outside the Oval Office window during his nightly drug binge.
Needless to say, this all earned him some enemies. One of them was John Bell of the Constitution party. Bell filed numerous lawsuits against Cleveland to no avail. He ran against him with no results. He challenged Cleveland to a duel, but Cleveland was so drunk he merely vomited on Bell, covering him in no less than 5 partially digested cheeseburgers. Bell left Washington with his entire family the week after.
Another enemy was painter James McNeill Whistler, who was to have painted Cleveland’s presidential portrait. Cleveland showed up under the influence of opium and cocaine, with an unknown woman attached to his posterior, kissing his bare behind ravenously. He would not sit still for the portrait, and when asked to do so, he pulled a gun from a holster tied around his genitals and shot at Whistler, wounding him in the arm and making it impossible for him to paint again. He took his mother and left for London the next day, relocating the entire Whistler family.
Three years later, Cleveland was to leave office. He decided to have the biggest departure bash the world had ever seen. Spending a full 77% of the US National Budget on the party, Cleveland organized the greatest social event America had ever seen. And everyone was invited. Every politician, every American, and even every one of Cleveland’s enemies. According to the invitation, “All those whom hath quarreled with me, yea, even the Bells and Whistlers are welcome.”
The phrase was altered only a little over the centuries, and so to this day, something with every expense and option added is said to have “All the bells and whistles.”
The Preschool Teacher! Yes, you voted and, with 36.5% of the vote, this is the next chaptered story! If this is not the story you wanted and you did not vote…vote next time. :) If you did vote for a different prompt, I am keeping the results and that is the order I will write future chaptered stories in, unless a new idea pops into this head of mine first.
All of the prompts I gave you to vote on were from novel imagines I’ve already written or started. This one I created in March and have yet to finish, although I story-mapped it a few days ago to keep me on track.
My inspiration for this story was a voice…the voice of Harry’s son. I kept hearing it in my head, and actually searched for two hours to figure out where I had heard it, because I knew it was the voice of Harry’s son in my head. I’ve pinned it down to being similar to the voice of Peppa Pig (the young Harley Bird, when her voice was still scratchy and raspy and she talked a bit slow like Harry does sometimes)…don’t judge me, I work with young children for a living. If you want to hear the voice before you read the story, youtube Harley or Peppa when she was younger (Harley is 15 now), and listen. That was my inspiration for the entire novel.
I have had huge anxiety about posting another chaptered story! This chapter has been finished for a couple of days, but I’ve had to continually convince myself to post it. I’m nervous, I think because For The Love Of Harry did so well, maybe you won’t like another chaptered story I write. Beginning chapters can sometimes be more informative, but I hope I don’t bore you in the build-up.
So, without further delay, I hope you enjoy this first chapter of “The Preschool Teacher”! If you do, please like and reblog, and I promise to have chapter two available very soon!
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I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.
would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats.
jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.
a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood”written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –
it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras.
no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)
there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.
red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out.
the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.
it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago?
then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel.