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vampire-named-gampire · 3 years

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Carry On Countdown - Day 22

Wow, watch me use the @carryon-countdown to plug my skating fic lmao

I don’t know if this counts, since Angelina is an OC and actually, Baz would totally make friends with/practically adopt a 17yo Russian girl, so I don’t know how unlikely it is, but it’s here. And also, I just really want to share more of On thin ice content, but the fic itself isn’t ready to be published yet so have this instead.

For context, Baz used to train in Russia aged 16-20, and now both him and Simon train in Montreal (no, idk why I chose Montreal out of all places but that’s how it is.) Also I think Gelya is the Russian diminutive/nickname used for the name Angelina, but I’m not sure. The fic is still in the works, so this scene is bound to change/expand (I did omit it a bit when writing because spoilers) but anyway, I’ll stop rambling now.

Prompt: Unlikely friends Word count: 1950 Rating: This scene is G, although the whole fic will be T or M

SIMON

The ride from the airport to the hotel is awful. Baz must’ve suspected this, because he made me sit in the front.

“Go on,” he said teasingly. “The only skater who has motion sickness.”

I have to say, sitting in the front almost didn’t make a difference. I may not know how to drive, but even I know you’re not supposed to drive like that. When the cab drops us off in front of the hotel, I don’t even bother hiding my relief. Baz laughs.

“I never want to experience this again,” I say, knowing full well that this is my life for the next week. The hotel might be close to the venue, but it’s still far enough for it to be a driving distance. I can only hope buses are less deadly than cabs.

“You know, Moscow traffic is actually tame compared to the rest of Russia,” Baz smirks, handing me my bags.

“Well then I never want to see the rest of Russia,” I mutter, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder and stepping through the automated hotel doors. Baz scoffs and follows me.

This hotel is fancy – much fancier than the hotels we usually stay at. Baz doesn’t seem phased by it at all, the posh bastard. I bet the hotels he stays at when he’s on vacation are at least twice as posh.

He does, however, seem phased when someone yells “Basil!” across the lobby. Before either of us can register what’s going on, a small figure in a red jacket runs towards us at full speed and crashes into Baz, making him emit a surprised oof sound.

The moment I realize the figure is actually Angelina Nuriyeva is the moment she starts speaking in fast Russian. I don’t understand a thing, but Baz seems to, because he laughs and hugs her back.

I knew Baz and Angelina were friends, but I didn’t think they were this close. I mean, they’re the exact polar opposites; Angelina is an actual sunshine (she’s always hugging and smiling at everyone) and Baz is… Baz. (He’s a big softie, I know that, but he goes through great efforts to appear cold and closed off.)

But here he is, ruffling Angelina’s hair and telling her something in Russian. (I’m suddenly met with the realisation that being in Moscow means I’ll get to hear a lot more of Baz’s Russian. I am very much not complaining at this prospect, even if I don’t understand a thing of what they’re saying.)

Angelina is nodding along and she pulls out her phone to show him something, but that’s when Baz stops her, suddenly speaking in English.

“Wait, I think in the interest of Snow, we should switch to English. He already looks lost enough as it is,” he says.

“No, no, I’m fine, by all means…” I start, but I’m soon cut off by Angelina.

“Yes, of course! I’m sorry, Simon! Come here, it’s so good to see you,” she says and hugs me. (This is what I mean when I say Angelina is a sunshine.)

“Good to see you too,” I nod.

“I was just about to show Basil how his houseplants are doing. Do you want to see too?” she asks.

“Houseplants?” I don’t bother hiding the surprise in my voice. Since when does Baz like houseplants? His flat in Montreal doesn’t have any, spare the tiny cactus on the windowsill.

“I had a lot of houseplants when I still lived here, but I couldn’t take them with me on the plane when I moved, so Gelya took them in her care,” he explains, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Georgy is doing amazing but Ilya went a bit floppy. I changed his earth so now I’m hoping he gets better,” Angelina says, showing Baz a picture of two houseplants, side by side, one of them (Ilya?) looking slightly wilted.

“When it goes floppy, we say it wilts, and we don’t say earth, we say soil,” Baz corrects her. If I was Angelina, I’d probably be annoyed right now, but she just smiles at him.

“Thank you. It’s so much harder to learn English now that there’s no one here to practice with me,” she sighs.

“You know you can call me any time and we can practice,” Baz offers.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I stop them both. There is so much new information I have to process. “You had houseplants? And you named them Russian names? And you taught her English?” (That would actually explain why Angelina’s English is so good.)

“Yes, Snow, are you keeping up?”

“And when he gave them up, he wrote me a whole notebook on how to take care of them,” Angelina chimes in. “And another notebook with English grammar.”

Maybe I do have trouble keeping up. Who is this Baz? (And why is he so attractive?)

“I never thought of you as a houseplant kind of bloke,” I shrug. “You don’t have any houseplants in Montreal.”

“I’m still mourning the loss of my old children.” Baz deadpans before turning back to Angelina. “Show me Alyosha. He was always my favourite.”

BAZ

Unsurprisingly, the jet-lag catches up with me right when it’s time to go to bed. I don’t know why I was naïve enough to believe I won’t need melatonin when dealing with an eight-hour time difference. I better take it now, before it’s too late.

I sigh and throw the covers back before picking up my phone to check the time. However, a text message notification from Snow grabs my attention before I can do that.

Is he nervous again? It would make sense, since this is a big competition for him. Would I be able to sneak into his room and sneak out the next morning unnoticed? I doubt that. There are only athletes staying on our floor, the coaches, press and competition staff are all on different floors, and I doubt the athletes would pay us much attention, but it’s still risky.

I’d much rather risk a few weird looks than have Simon spiral into panic two days before a major competition, though. I decide I’ll go to his room if that’s what he needs.

Maybe I should check why he’s even texting me before I devise any plans.

SS: do u have melatonine? SS: jet lag

I sigh in relief. He’s not having a mental breakdown. He’s just jet-lagged. (Which is a bit strange for Snow, but I suppose even his circadian rhythm can take a blow from time to time.)

BP: It’s spelled melatonin and yes, I have it. You can come get it if you still need it BP: Room 254

SS: yes ik where u r SS: I’ll b right over

I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Snow to knock on my door. He’s staying a few corridors down, in room 273, so it takes him a few minutes. I jump up when I hear his knock.

He’s standing in front of my door, wearing joggers, a hoodie and those damned glasses of his again. His hair is messed up, like he’s been tossing and turning too.

“I thought you didn’t get jet-lagged,” I say, stepping aside to let him in. He settles on the edge my bed while I rummage my luggage for melatonin supplements.

“I don’t get sleep jet-lagged, but I do get food jet-lagged,” he says.

“What does that even mean, Snow?”

“It means it’s lunchtime in Canada right now and I’m so hungry I can’t sleep.”

I bite back a laugh. He’s an idiot. (An adorable one but an idiot nonetheless.) “You don’t need melatonin, Snow, you need this,” I say, throwing a granola bar at him. He startles, but manages to catch it.

“You’re just giving this to me?” he asks, audibly surprised. (Which is ridiculous. He gives me food all the time and here he is, questioning my generosity over a fucking granola bar.)

“No, Snow, pay up. Fifty rubbles.”

“I don’t have any Russian money,” he laughs, tearing the wrapping open. He’s going to get crumbs all over my bed, but I don’t shoo him away. Instead, I finally find the melatonin supplements and take one with some water. “Do you still want one?” I ask.

“Do you have any more granola bars?”

I laugh and pass him another one before sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, just to make sure he’s really okay.

“Right now? I’m just hungry,” he says, tearing open the second granola bar.

“Right,” I nod.

“Baz. Are you doing that thing where you’re worrying about me again?”

“A bit,” I admit.

“Stop,” he says like I can just turn it off like a tap. (I wish I could.) We sit in silence for a while, me thinking about how much easier my life would be if I just stopped worrying about Simon Snow and him chewing through his granola bar. “I didn’t know you and Angelina were such good friends,” he finally says.

“We trained together for four years,” I shrug, but it’s not just that. The training environment in Russia was intense. It’s a bloodbath to even get on the national team there, so of course it’s intense, but I think every other skater the rink was looking at me sideways because I was an outlier. I wasn’t Russian, I didn’t speak Russian and I think they felt like I didn’t belong there. (I know now that I really didn’t.) They eventually accepted me and by the time I left Russia, even the ones who refused to speak during my first year there were sad to see me go.

But Gelya was nice to me from the start. She was only thirteen at the time and didn’t speak any English, but she clapped for me when I did something well and cheered me on when I was having a bad day. (Thanks to her, davai was one of the first Russian words I learned.) She brought me homemade pyraniki on special occasions and when I got injured and had to go back to England to have surgery, she sent me get well soon cards all the way from Russia and she made the entire rink sign them.

That’s just who she is. She’s this nice to everyone and it didn’t matter to her if I was Russian or English, I was just another person at her rink who she could bring biscuits to. Over the four years that I’ve lived there, she became like a little sister to me.

“Baz?” Snow’s voice snaps me from my thoughts. “You seem tired. I’m going to go.”

I have half a mind not to ask him to stay here. (We both know we can’t do that.) “Okay,” I say instead. He stands up and throws the granola wrappers in the bin. I stand up too, to walk him to the door (I have manners), but he waves at me to sit back down.

“It’s fine,” he says.

“Will you be able to sleep?”

“If my hunger doesn’t get to me again, yes,” he laughs. He’s already by the door.

“Wait.” I stand up and grab the last granola bar from my bag, offering it to him. “Just in case,” I explain. I want him to stay here, to make sure he sleeps well and doesn’t spend the night worrying about the competition, but I can’t do that, so this is the least I can do.

“Thanks,” he smiles, tucking it in his pocket. Then he hugs me briefly and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

And he’s out the door.

#if any russians are reading this #1. i'm sorry simon thinks you're terrible drivers #2. how would you omit the name angelina?#i was watching the olympic channel once and someone referred to angelina melnikova as gelya #and that's about the amount of knowledge i have on the topic #well if it's the wrong diminutive i can always change it later #also yes baz speaks russian because of course he does #i mean he's baz #uh what else do i have to say #i think writing a few scenes ahead will help me unclog the slump i'm currently stuck on #i just need to get the boys through two more weeks of filler content before they can go to russia and the fun begins #also i'm really tired from working on two major projects so writing my wip for coc is kind of my way of taking a break i guess?#my original idea for today's prompt was shepard and mordelia #because i think they'd get along splendidly #ok now to general tags #coc 2020 #carry on countdown 2020 #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #awtwb #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #on thin ice #my writing

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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Terrified

Summary: One fateful night led Dean Winchester on a romantic whirlwind with (Y/N). As the years pass, she is ready to settle down where he is seemingly always running away. Until fate has to step in to guide him towards the right path. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst Word Count: 1879 Song Prompt: “Terrified” by Katherine McPhee & Jason Reeves (Lyrics in bold) A/N #1: This is for the amazing @atc74 Angelina’s Duets Reboot Challenge A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Dean Winchester rolled his head to rest against his aching arms he was hanging by. How the vampire got the drop on him, he would never know. All he was trying to do was figure a way to get out of the predicament he was in and get back to the one person he should have been with from the beginning. The mere thought of her had his eyes welling up from the stupidity he displayed the last time they were together.

Four Days Earlier

(Y/N) was standing by the end of her couch as he slipped on his boots. Her arms were crossed over her chest as her piercing (Y/C/E) eyes bore into him. She was mad and with good reason since he was leaving again.

“Dean will you just tell me the truth, please.” she said as he stood up.

He sighed heavily, “I’m telling you the truth sweetheart. I have to leave for a business trip, but I will be back in a couple of days.”

Everything he said was true just not the whole truth. In the three years they had been together, Dean never once told her about his real job. Just that he ran the family business with his brother that required a lot of traveling. Omitting the truth versus straight up lying was a step in the right direction of having a normal relationship.

“Bull. We were laying there and I brought up moving in together. Like every time I bring it up something comes up that you have to leave. So cut the shit out and just be straight with me. Is this going anywhere?” she asked her voice faltering at the end.

Dean stepped closer to her running his hands over her plaid covered arms, “Of course it is (Y/N). When I get back we will sit down and see how the next part of our lives will look. I promise, but right now I have to go.”

He kissed her cheek reaching to grab his jacket off the back of the couch. Just as he reached the door she called out, “This could be good, it's already better than that and nothing's worse than knowing you're holding back. I could be all that you needed if you let me try, Dean.”

A sharp pain spread throughout his chest as if she had just taken a hot knife to his heart. He turned towards her, “Sweetheart, I only said it 'cause I mean it. I only mean 'cause it's true, so don't you doubt what I've been dreaming. 'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you. I promise we will talk about everything in a couple of days. I love you, (Y/N).”

Dean walked out the front door to Baby backing out of (Y/N)’s driveway. He looked back at the front door seeing her standing there wiping her eyes with the back of her shirt sleeves. He hated leaving her and knew the time had come for the truth to come out.

Present Day

Dean looked to the IV draining his blood slowly into mason jars surrounding his feet. It was only supposed to be a couple of vamps running a muck in the town next to (Y/N)’s. He regretted telling Sam he would be fine but did not want to interrupt his long weekend with Eileen. When a couple of vamps turned out to be a nest of six that had trapped him, Dean was overpowered by them.

“I really thought there would be more to the famous Dean Winchester. I have to say, I’m slightly disappointed.” The vamp leader, Jess, ran her long, pale fingers down his arms as she spoke.

“I still have a few tricks up my sleeves you undead bitch.” he spatted straining against his restraints.

She smiled cockily, “I can’t wait to see them, but until then it’s dinner time.”

Dean watched as she picked up a few jars filled with his blood. He was starting to lose strength and today was the first day he felt lightheaded from being drained. He did not have much longer and suddenly the pain within his chest became unbearable. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the night he met (Y/N).

Three years ago

Their lips smashed against one another as she pushed the door open to her house, “I… normally don’t do this…” she mumbled in between kisses.

Dean smiled against her neck as he pinned her against the door to shut it, “Glad you decided to try something new with me.”

The small whimpers and moans escaping her lips were driving him wild. He scooped her up wrapping her legs around his waist as she directed him to her bedroom. Never before had Dean wanted to spend hours worshiping a woman’s body but (Y/N) pulled something out of him that he never knew he was capable of. When they were both blissfully sated curled up by his side he looked down at her as the moonlight hit her beautiful face.

“You by the light is the greatest find in the world full of wrong. You're the thing that's right finally made it through the lonely to the other side.” he whispered his heart seized with fear and yet bursting with hope at once.

The next morning he found himself making a hearty breakfast for her and spending the entire day with her. When Sam called him about the case they were working, he looked over to (Y/N) curled up in a blanket next to him and did not want to leave her.

“Sweetheart, I have to go. My business partner just called to say he needs me for something.” he said pulling his boots on.

Disappointment flashed before her face before she nodded walking him over to the door, “Well Dean this was definitely the best twenty-four hours I’ve ever had. Maybe if… you know are in town again we could…”

Usually, Dean would have made empty promises of coming back to see her but he found himself writing his number on a receipt in his pocket.

“Text or call me so I have your number. Maybe we can go out again next week.” the words left his mouth made his skin crawl with nervousness.

However, his whole body relaxed seeing the breathtaking smile on her face, “Absolutely, you’ll hear from soon.”

The last thing he saw in his rearview mirror was (Y/N) standing against the door frame clutching his number to her chest.

Present Day

Dean was barely holding on as he went into his fifth day. He could no longer feel his feet and the ropes holding up his arms were cutting into his wrists. His lips were painfully dry and cracked as he ran his tongue over them. His vision blurred in and out as he tried to stay awake. Closing his eyes briefly, he saw (Y/N)’s beautiful face smiling at him. Her eyes vibrant shining brightly up a him and her cheeks slightly pink.

“Let go.” She whispered to him.

Just as he was going to a loud commotion came from the next room. Dean tried to open his eyes but they were just too heavy for him. (Y/N)’s voice floating through his ears again.

“Let go.”

“Dean! Dean open your eyes!” his cheek stung as something hit it hard making his eyes snap open.

He was met with the familiar hazel eyes of his brother Sam catching him as he fell limp into his arms. He felt Sam pick him up as he watched Eileen take out Jess with ease. They had come for him without even knowing where he was going to be. As Sam laid him in the back of the Impala he began mumbling.

“(Y/N). I need to see her. Tell her everything… (Y/N)...” everything went black just as he felt Baby taking off.

Dean slowly opened his eyes, feeling like his body had been put through a meat grinder. He looked over to see Sam sitting in a chair next to him with Eileen sitting across his lap. A small smile came on his face as his brother gently woke the woman he loved up pointing towards him.

She signed that she would be right back getting up and leaving the hospital room. Sam leaned forward his brow furrowed in worry, “I thought I lost you, man.”

Dean tried to talk but his throat burned as he squeaked out, “No way.”

Getting up to get him some water, Dean felt something squeeze his hand to his other side. Looking down, a raspy gasp escaped his lips seeing (Y/N)’s forehead on his hand. He quickly looked to Sam who was smiling from ear to ear.

“You kept repeating her name before you passed out. I looked her up in your phone as they wheeled you back into the emergency room. Dean…” Sam paused guilt passing over his eyes, “I had to tell her everything.”

He took a sip of water then said, “Good. Give us a few minutes.”

Sam squeezed his shoulder before leaving the room. Dean took a moment to just look down at her before running his other hand over her soft hair. (Y/N) looked around confused and then her eyes landed on him immediately filling with tears.

“Dean.” she whispered as he pulled her up next to him on the bed.

“Shhh.” he said as he held her while she cried again his chest.

“I thought… I thought I lost you.”

He swept her hair behind her ear shaking his head, “Never.”

“Dean, why didn’t you tell? What if your brother hadn’t gotten there in time?” she asked her voice frantic.

He pulled her lips to his before whispering, “My heart's in motion. Every word feels like a shooting star. I'm at the edge of my emotions watching the shadows burning in the dark and I'm in love. And I'm terrified. For the first time, in the last time, in my only life.”

She bit her lip as she reached up running her fingers through his hair, “Dean I’m terrified to. Falling for you was like a whirlwind that I had only read about in books. I was scared that you were going to leave me at any moment. Now…”

“I only said it 'cause I mean it. I only mean 'cause it's true. So don't you doubt what I've been dreaming. 'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you. You kept me alive and I can’t live my life without you. I’m terrified you won’t be able to handle my life and I’m terrified I won’t be able to give it up.” His heart monitor was going off the charts as he finally confessed what he had been holding back.

A nurse came rushing in, “Mr. Campbell, what is wrong?” she asked checking his vitals immediately.

Dean chuckled as (Y/N) had moved so the nurse could do her job, “I’m in love.”

He looked over to (Y/N) who wore a beautiful smile on her face then they both looked to the door where Sam was standing with Eileen, “About damn time!”

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prorevenge · 6 years

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Refuse to be a decent human? Lose your house.

Warning: Very long story.

It's 2011, my boyfriend and I decided to rent a house with our best friends - an engaged couple with two kids. I'm changing names here: I'm Kylie, my boyfriend is Jim, and our couple friends are Brad and Angelina. Jim, Brad, and myself are active duty military.

After over a month of searching we found a really cute house- 1850 sqft, nice yard, great neighbors, only $1350/m, hardwood except for 1 room, 7 minutes from our base. The landlord is in a different state but tells us she pays one of the neighbors to manage the keys for her. It's a military town and that's not uncommon. We all met up with him, toured the house, decided to sign the lease.

We moved in sometime in August. We liked the house, but there were crickets coming into one of the bedrooms through a crack in the window sill. The landlord didn't want to fix it and said to caulk it. It worked, no problem.

We noticed the carpet in the living room was a little dingy and asked her if she would mind paying someone to clean it since we moved in that way. We even made a note of it and took pictures when we moved in. She said no. I bought my own cleaner and the carpet lightened a few shades.

In October, we went to cut the heat on and it didn't work. So we realized the oil tank was empty. Part of the lease states when we move out we needed to leave a full tank of oil, which isn't really a problem as long as we start with a full tank and use all the oil in it. Call the landlord and ask her to have the oil company come fill the tank - which it's 2011 so it's going to cost $1200 to do. She says no. We told her fine, we wouldn't be leaving a full tank when the lease was over though. She got mad and said we had to because it was a clause in our lease. We had the oil company provide statements to say the last time it was filled was that prior January and it was empty when they came to fill our tank that month. We filled the tank, but the heat still didn't work. It's been 2 weeks and it's really getting cold, we asked the LL to get a repairman out to the house. Brad and Angelina have two small kids that need to stay warm. My landlord took another week to fix the heat, and the people that did it were... questionable. It worked for a month, but then quit. We called in our own repairmen to come handle it since the last ones creeped me out, and he noticed some major issues with the chimney that needed attention right away. Like it was unsafe to run the heat at all, the damned thing was about to collapse. We let her know, emailed scans of the paperwork from our nice Honeywell tech and two quotes from contractors to get the work done. (it's going to be $3000-3500ish) It's an emergency repair, at the point it's December and we are really cold. We were using space heaters. The kids have chest colds and Angelina is ready to fly into our landlord's state to handle her physically. I mailed all of that information to her (Angelina's bodily threats omitted) with a signature confirmation and a letter stating the issue.

A few days pass and nothing from our bitch LL. I got onto Google and read the landlord tenant act and local landlord court cases just to see if I had a leg to stand on. I also spoke to my JAG, who's brother happened to be a real estate lawyer, who was also friends with my next door neighbor (the keyholder dude, who surprise, never got paid to watch the house) and decided to come over for dinner with all of us at their place. He gave me some really good info. The next morning, I called our landlord and told her, "look, you get this repair done or I will condemn the house and not pay a dime of rent until it's done". She says she doesn't believe me. I overnighted a certified letter to her explaining the issue and requesting the repair be started within 5 business days since it was an emergency and I had already reported it a week prior. 5 days go by, nothing. At this point I'm ready to walk out on the lease but don't have quite enough legal issues to back that up so- Jim and I requested 20 days of vacation from the military. I drafted a letter to LL telling her she had 10 days to get the repair done or we would terminate the lease, and we would not be paying rent while the heat was in disrepair. I cited the previous letter and included her signature confirmation for it also. 4 days before we go on vacation, I overnighted and signature confirmationed the letter. Two days before we are set to go on vacation I called a city building inspector, set an appointment, he came and condemned the house - it took him less than 15 minutes to decide. Brad and Angelina took off to Angelina's mom's house and Jim and I headed out to spend a few weeks in WARM, SUNNY Florida with his Cuban family. (mmmm, the food). We prorated rent for every day the house was condemned. I called the building inspector every few days to see if the work was done. He also demanded that my landlord do a few minor electrical repairs. Several days have gone by... I spent half that month's rent on good food, liquor, and Disney world tickets. On the 6th day in Florida, the landlord calls me threatening eviction. I told her to please take me to court because I was ready to embarrass her. I cited the landlord tenant act, told her I was going to sue for travel costs to FL, hotel costs, and at that point she was already looking at $850 and it was just going to get more costly. (Longshot, but, I was mad). I also said we were prepared to just walk out if it wasn't done by the time the certified letter stated it should be, again, I wasn't kidding. I had already reserved a uhaul. Oh, and she would be reimbursing me for that $1100 in oil I hadn't been able to burn. She said fine and finally replaced the chimney two weeks after the place was condemned. My neighbor told me she had to borrow money from her family to get it done. Not my problem. She also told me I was a horrible person who was torturing her and her 5 year old who were victims of domestic violence. She also told me we were only slightly better than the last tenants, who she "thought were black by how terrible the house looked when they left". Okay, wow, a slum lord and a racist - I should play the lottery. I'm sorry for your situation but your husband has been a shit to you since you got together. How do I know? Turns out, one of my supervisors is friends with her old supervisor and he and other members of her chain of command had responsed to fights where her and her husband hit each other. Apparently the husband is a drunk too. They tried to get her to leave him but she is just as bad, she busted out his windshield one time and burned all his stuff another. Turns out she got a general administration discharge. She seemed so nice and sweet when we were getting ready to sign that lease. I still can't believe what a bucket of kuku for coco puffs she turned out to be.

Whatever, we came home to a house with functioning heat. Brad and Angelina decided not to move back in but that was all cool with Jim and me. We notarized an agreement between us and told them we totally understood and would take over the rent. Missed them after they left, though.

Later on, in March, a realtor knocked on my door and said he wanted to show the house to a couple. I said, you have the wrong place buddy, I'm renting this right now. He's like no, the owner wants a short sale hopefully by July. I explained I had no notice and was a little confused but it was okay. He was very uncomfortable and unhappy to have walked into a situation where a tenant didn't even know he was coming. I told him it was totally fine, and went on to divulge some details about his new client. He was pretty appalled. He leveled with me- its a cute house but really only worth $90k due to the market crash. It had last sold for $124k, according to zuilla. She's asking for 120k and on the verge of foreclosure. Seriously? I let the couple and realtor in the next day. Didn't worry about it after that. He came to take detailed pictures so he wouldn't have to bother me with flaky potential buyers. He was so nice, I let him help me find a new house to rent when my lease was up. We are still friends on Facebook.

Then, in July the realtor called me and asked if he could show the house to a client. Absolutely. I cleaned and made sure I looked nice for her visit....and when they got to my house I noticed the lady was black. And she wanted to rent. I said, ma'am, call me later today and don't tell anyone. She did! I told her what my LL said about how she couldn't believe her past tenants were white because they left the house trashed when they left. I said, "I don't think this is a good house for you, I know a great guy who is renting out his beach side condo for the next year while he goes out to Africa, why don't you call him?" I text his listing to her, she calls him, ends up renting his house.

None of that is really revenge. Before we moved out, Jim and I cleaned the house. We left the carpets sparkling clean (had professionals come in and do it), payed a gardener to come in and make the yard spiffy, patched up some small nail holes and even painted some window trim that was chipped when we moved in. we basically left it better than we found it, we had already repainted 3 bedrooms in flattering colors when we first moved in (that was approved by the LL no problem of course). We took pictures before and after we moved in. A month goes by, we are all settled in our new condo, and she didn't give us a dime back in freaking deposit. $2400 down the damned drain, plus the cost of little repairs we made out of pocket so we couldn't have to deal with her crazy ass.

I was angry. I began organizing to go to court. Then suddenly Jim is told he's deploying soon. the fuck. A week goes by- Also, I'm pregnant. Which we were casually "not trying but trying" to do. We were happy about that part, but I was puking every day twice a day and emotional. Then Angelina calls me and guess who is on Craigslist slinging her shit hole slum? My LL. I lost it. I got on the same forum her ad was on and posted about the house, every single problem we had, every phone call, every snotty email, how many weeks we went without heat, the crickets, LL's messed up relationship with her off and on again husband, the oil tank, and the racist comments. I never said "don't rent or buy", just shared my experience as a tenant. I didn't name any names but I did link her ad. Received 7 emails thanking me stating LL seemed really nice on the phone but they would be dodging that bullet.

The house foreclosed a few months later.

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