“One night I was talking with my wife about how perfect our life was. It was twenty-five years ago. We had four children. We’d just saved enough money to buy a new house. We felt so lucky. I remember she said: ‘What if God takes something from us?’ The next day I came home from work and found my wife screaming. She was holding our oldest son. He’d stuck his hand in the washing machine andelectrocuted himself. We couldn’t revive him. We rushed to the hospital but the doctors said there was nothing they could do. I begged them to try. My friends from the church came and we all started to pray. And the doctors were able to bring him back to life. He became a case study. Today he’s 29. He has learning problems. He can’t read or write. But he has a job as a security guard. He enjoys his life. And to this day, I believe in miracles.”
-Hipster Sasquatch has returned after hibernation, lumbering along just as hairy and indie as ever.
-As a four year-old girl reached into the cooler, her mother told her that the beverage she was reaching for was coffee, not milk, and that she had better not grab it. This warning did not stop her, and I could see on her face that she knew what she was doing.
-A white man clad entirely in black, down to a beanie emblazoned with a large skull, came through my lane to purchase the complete boxed set of Dexter. All signs point to this being for research purposes.
-I asked a man how he was. He replied, “Hewsabudje.” I then asked if he found everything alright, to which he said, “Öbudjah.”
-A mother turned to her squabbling twin toddler sons and told the instigator of the pair, “Be nice to yourself.” I am certain treating the twins this way will lead to fascinating developments, but I am fine with not seeing them myself.
-A man responded to my pleasantries with a series of cheery and hollow bird-like whistles. I believe this to have been the best response possible.
-In the midst of a discussion about her addiction to caramel frappuccinos, an octogenarian woman told me that she had reached a point in life where she does not care about calories at all. I am not sure what it says about me that I have been at this stage for all twenty years of my life.
This was the most marvelous game I ever played. Dorado Defense, one kid on my team had been going on about his “Noob team” (which was great btw) for a while now, spewing insults, you know acting like he came right from a call of duty session.
I suggested he chill. He suggested I drink bleach.
I could have muted him. I could have blocked him. I could have sent a report. But as the lone Mercy, there was only one thing that I would do.
Take him off heals of course.
I healed everyone else. Sometimes I’d stand next to him when he was at critical health and healed the person at full health by his side.
Halfway through the game he started begging.
I’ve gained twenty years to my life from the frantic “MERRCY PLZZZ” that I got.
I had half a mind to make him beg for my forgiveness, but I was busy keeping the rest of the team alive.
My father is the jailhouse. My father is your system. I am only what you made me. I am only a reflection of you.
I have ate out of your garbage cans to stay out of jail. I have wore [sic] your second-hand clothes. I have done my best to get along in your world and now you want to kill me, and I look at you, and then I say to myself, you want to kill me? Ha! I’m already dead, have been all my life. I’ve spent twenty-three years in tombs that you built.
Sometimes I think about giving it back to you; sometimes I think about just jumping on you and letting you shoot me… If I could I would jerk this microphone off and beat your brains out with it, because that is what you deserve, that is what you deserve…
If I could get angry at you, I would try to kill every one of you. If that’s guilt, I accept it.
[…] It’s all your fear. You look for something to project it on, and you pick out a little old scroungy nobody that eats out of a garbage can, and that nobody wants, that was kicked out of penitentiary, that has been dragged through every hell hole that you can think of, and you drag him and put him in a courtroom.
You expect to break me? Impossible! You broke me years ago. You killed me years ago.
–Charles Manson’s testimony during the Tate-LaBianca murder trials. From Helter Skelter, by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N), Cara (OFC)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean hurts himself and takes on physical therapy where he meets the Reader.
Warnings: AU, Fluff.
Word Count: 2K-ish
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s challenge- “Lau’s AU Funny Quite Challenge”. My quote is bolded in the fic. I just want to say I am soooo damn sorry for being late on this. I’ve been having a hectic life lately. I’m sorry for the lateness of this fic. I hope you guys like it nonetheless. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy! *hides face*
**Special thanks to Ree @neversatisfiedgirl for taking the time to beta this for me. You really are a life saver, Ree. Thank you**
I didn’t think my life would get so interesting…so fast. I had woken up at approximately 4:30am, thanking the heavens above that it was Friday. It had been a long and stressful week and the weekend couldn’t get here fast enough.
But alas, I was here. And I couldn’t be happier.
The morning went as per usual. I got my Starbucks, drove to work an hour early, so I waited in the parking lot, sipping on my venti Double Chocolate Chip Frap. It was a peaceful morning…until a slightly harsh tap against my window stopped it abruptly.
it’s 10 PM and i’m drowning.
drowning in my own thoughts
pictures places people phrases things whirling within me – and they sting my soul like sharp seawater sliding softly over an almost invisible cut on my leg, my arm, my heart
it’s 11 PM and i’m choking.
choking on the words i could’ve should’ve would’ve said didn’t say
they rise up like slimy bile in my mouth but never come at the right time the right place the right person. twenty two years of life stuck in my throat. twenty two years of death, and after a while it burns
it’s midnight and i’m hurting.
hurting you hurting them hurting me
inside and out upside and down. pain sears through my brain, your veins, his bones. no more, no more, no, more. i don’t want it to stop
it’s 1 AM and i’m praying.
praying for sweet salvation
on my knees in a chapel in my bedroom in my mind. whispering the Lord’s Prayer while i pull a two year old bottle of cheap vodka from the back of my closet. stringing pills together and they’re rosary beads and maybe they will save me if i shut my eyes and praypraypray
it’s 2 AM and i’m dying.
hey, sweetheart, do you have the time? [ 31st march 2017 ]
Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…
I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over
my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I
click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted
me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t
talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay
with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.
Does he even care anymore? I think to
myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston
may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about
him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life
without him, I can stand a few more days.
rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with
the screen and finally accept the call.
my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.
What’s going on?”
on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.
and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday
you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a
little bit of hesitation in his voice.
wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.
“Hey I don’t know!
You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,”
he says defensibly and I giggle.
dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with
you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
We chat a bit
more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t
talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down
into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short
road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues
tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around
looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s
coming when St. Louis is in town.
I had debated
whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I
didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t
cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with
Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they
get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early
tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly
doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.
The game ends
in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The
urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of
despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss
him. I miss him so much.
I stare at
my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture
I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in
Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I
puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this
picture was accurate then and it still is now.
screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if
anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” I say
after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something
“Hey, so I
was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot
walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the
you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into
the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.
pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.
“What?” I ask
does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few
weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.
I don’t say
anything and Dylan sighs.
“I knew it.
Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take
care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved
in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,”
Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.
Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs
and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts
that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the
combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone
and I roll my eyes.
bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.
bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number
in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what
I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off
towards home. Towards Y/N.
sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery
from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He
mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.
By the time
they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t
bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in
my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my
plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will
shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks
of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out
on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his
back against the couch by my knees.
instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly
tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after
thanking me for his meal.
slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at
twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.
“Good to be
I nudge him
with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting.
Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands
before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me
muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.
mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to
sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is
sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant
dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize
there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my
eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the
other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming
from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to
convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a
certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little
too much to drink.
All of them
seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing
is reassuring. They stayed with me.
My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.
A few hours
later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head
to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to
tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like
usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought
about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the
strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way
downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a
single one of the boys.
Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my
excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in
the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.
honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are
going to combust in the backseat.
“I see you!”
I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out
and into my father’s waiting arms.
girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy
tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me.
I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood
stove from home.
you,” I whisper and he laughs.
that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How
you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.
dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and
eat an entire birthday cake myself.”
that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders
and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You
brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of
gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I
don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.
By the time
we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is
spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house,
spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working
on at the university.
Once we get
to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what
happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My
father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the
Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but
at his back.
Every time my
father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on
before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my
father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him
around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator
that someone acknowledges me.
are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t
help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the
years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close
with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and
small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.
“Y/N! I didn’t
see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics
department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across
“That she is,”
my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.
“I heard you’ve
been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an
eyebrow at me.
here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize
what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both
raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their
stares and look away.
“She’s got a
point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.
surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying
you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.
“Only if they
piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do
have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and
pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to
me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a
noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his
We head back
down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in
front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind
him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no
one notices me.
Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct.
Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door
frame, a smirk on his face.
to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white
in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the
hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn
it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s
length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?
“Now the real
question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then
disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.
I look from
where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my
heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the
group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a
small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.
“Where did I
go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the
gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto
to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a
hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.
years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly,
putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.
wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy
that would love me no matter what I did.
My dad takes
me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He
talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the
free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my
dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.
We have to
wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire
time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the
free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how
many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.
The game wears
on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an
empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the
Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to
himself, rubbing his face.
“What are you
thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.
Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some
dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.
ten…” I stare at him.
“I didn’t say
we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something
to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”
sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and
I drive my
dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally
decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first
night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I
sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my
dad busies himself with the menu.
awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from
his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as
I shrug my
shoulders and put my hands on my lap.
“Let me see,”
my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place
my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the
one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave
you that one?”
“Auston,” I mutter,
my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.
guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t
mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom
suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my
wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to
weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.
“What else is
new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.
Once I’m able
to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.
“Is there a
reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”
“What are you
talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then
back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I
pull up to a stop light and eye him.
“Dad… I live
less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he
squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just
going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”
My dad turns
his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of
it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.
We ride in
silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a
ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so
nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s
leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.
positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.
“Oh, Y/N, as
much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he
reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle
my face into his neck.
“But I miss
you,” I whine and he laughs.
there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,”
he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.
great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and
reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.
“Love you,” I
say as he climbs out of the car.
“Love you so
much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the
I blow him
one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few
tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even
for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a
hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I
can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.
finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow
to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I
fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the
glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally
getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even
realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.
I hear a snap
and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and
pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the
floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a
rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer
and into the hallway behind it.
I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step
Now I think the actual worst les mis playlist would be les mis characters as songs from les mis they didn’t sing in
h-holy crap … you’re right
Valjean - I Dreamed a Dream (I had a dream my life would be / so different from this hell I’m living / so different now from what it seemed / now life has killed the dream I dreamed)
Javert - A Heart Full of Love (in my life / [he] has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun / and my life seems to stop as if something is over / and something has scarcely begun / in my life / there’s been no one like him anywhere)
Fantine - Valjean’s Soliloquy (if there’s another way to go / I missed it twenty long years ago / my life was a war that could never be won / I am reaching, but I fall / and the night is closing in)
Cosette - Red and Black (it is time for us all to decide who we are / do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? / have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay? / is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? / the colours of the world are changing day by day)
Marius (about his father) - On My Own (sometimes I walk alone at night / when everybody else is sleeping / I think of him and then I’m happy / with the company I’m keeping / the city goes to bed / and I can live inside my head)
Enjolras - Stars (those who follow the path of the righteous / shall have their reward / stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted / filling the darkness with order and light / you are the sentinels, silent and sure / keeping watch in the night)
Grantaire - At the End of the Day (at the end of the day you’re another day older / and that’s all you can say for the life of the poor / it’s a struggle, it’s a war / and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving / one more day standing about, what is it for? / one day less to be living)
Les Thenardier - The Confrontation (you know nothing of [Thenardier] / I was born inside a jail / I was born with scum like you / I am from the gutter too)
Eponine - Castle on a Cloud (there is a castle on a cloud / I like to go there in my sleep, / aren’t any floors for me to sweep / not in my castle on a cloud)
Mlle. Gillenormand (about M. Gillenormand) - Master of the House (Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit! / comforter, philosopher’ and lifelong shit! / cunning little brain, regular Voltaire / thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there / what a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse / God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!)
Gavroche - Epilogue (for the wretched of the earth / there is a flame that never dies / even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise)
Bahorel - Look Down (I know the meaning of those 19 years / a slave of the law)
they remember what their god whispered into their ribs: Wake up and ache for your life.
There are wild flowers in my desert
which take up to twenty years to bloom.
The seeds sleep like geodes beneath hot feldspar sand
until a flash flood bolts the arroyo, lifting them
in its copper current, opens them with memory—
they remember what their god whispered
into their ribs: Wake up and ache for your life.
— Natalie Diaz, from “Post-Colonial Love Poem,” New Republic. February 19, 2016.
Synopsis: You are on a mission of sorts when you cross paths with Void Stiles
A/N: I’m sorry this is so full of smut I needed to do a Void smut. There’s some Latin in this, because I love me some google translate. If you’re like me and like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest anything by Massive Attack, it just fits so well with this. Enjoy the trash ya heathens
WARNING: This is the first time I’m putting a warning on my smut. This gets kind of intense. A little choking, definitely spanking, hair pulling, rough fingering and penetration. I’m sorry if I haven’t done the warnings quite right but if any of this makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT!
When vengeance takes over your life, it’s hard to think about much else. Most people my age would be having fun in their freshman year of college. Going to parties, dating, being your normal youth of today. But my life is not like the average nineteen or twenty year old. It never has been and somehow, I’m completely okay with that. Right now my focus is on one thing, well, one person. I came to Beacon Hills to kill Peter Hale, to make sure he suffers until his last dying breath. He has no idea. Why would he?
Two weeks pass since her final day at school and Riley is back in her old New York apartment. She’d only been back in the country for the day and there were already boxes sprawled across her room, just like the day she left.
It’s weird, to just ‘pick up where she left off’. Riley already knew she wouldn’t be able to slot into her old life like nothing happened. Even though on paper that’s essentially what she was doing. Same apartment, same school, same after school hang out spot, even most of the same friends. That misplaced feeling she had during her visit in Spring Break returns, the one Riley predicated she’d have until she readjusts. Strangeness aside she’s ultimately relieved to be back.
It’s late - late for Riley at least - just after 10pm. Riley had briefly seen the two geniuses and Zay when she arrived. Of course Maya was there too but she stayed long after their other friends left. The blonde practically handcuffed herself to the brunette the moment she landed. Riley quickly became overwhelmed with the new-old life change and during dinner Riley delicately tried to hint at Maya to leave so she could have a moment alone to process things. Too excited to have her best friend back Maya wasn’t catching on but luckily Topanga picked up on it and suggested that Riley gets an early nights sleep. Alone. Making light of it of course Topanga tells the very pouty blonde that she has nothing to worry about because Riley was back and they had forever to spend with each other.
My therapist sat
clicking her pen with her thumb as fast as she could, looking over her notes
about me with furrowed brows.
I couldn’t help but feel like she was trying
to annoy me. We had been sat in silence for a while, occasionally her lifeless
eyes would lift to stare at me for another brief moment, and then she would jot
something else, like she had me all figured out.
I had only been seeing her for three months.
I had known myself for twenty-one years, and I definitely didn’t have myself
figured out. There wasn’t a chance in hell