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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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Ugh because I like torturing myself, let’s keep going on this tangent.

Imagine afterwards. The magical campfire, the one that amplifies all positive emotions suddenly goes out. For the first time in almost 300 years, it just...extinguishes.

Nico is the first to leave. How can he explain it to the others, what Jason meant to him? How can he explain Cupid and the running and the hiding? He’s never been good with feelings, never been good with others, and so he just turns on his heel and leaves. Walks straight into the forest, not even bothering to bring any protection with him. Will follows him a moment after, because he known Nico and he knows that if he didn’t go with him, Nico might not come back out.

Frank is the one who has to make the call to Reyna. He stands in the stall, feeds the Drachma through and waits. Everything is still so horribly clear, burning through his head, and it takes less then a minute before the call is patched through.

It hurts. Reyna seems so much happier now, an easy smile on her face as she sits down. “Any news from the Greeks?” she asks. “Oh, that reminds me, I need you to verify these temple plans that Jason sent over...”

She trails off as she sees the look on Frank’s face. “Is everything alright...?”

Frank closes his eyes. Opens his mouth. Tells her everything.

When he’s down, Reyna is motionless. Her face has turned to stone, perfectly still as she sits on purple couch. It’s one of the things Frank always admired about her, the way she was able to shut down her emotions, create that mask of marble that nothing can penetrate.

There’s a silence, echoing and haunting, Reyna so, so still. She tilts her head, closed her eyes, then with a sudden movement, hurls a dagger into the wall. It sticks cleanly, quivering through the wood, and she’s stalked out of the tent before Frank can say anything else.

He ends the call, grimacing, the pain in his chest growing as he stares at the wooden wall in front of him.

Piper lies on her bed and screams.

She’s been screaming for hours, days even, because it’s so goddamn unfair. She’s saved the world, out the Earth Mother to sleep, risked her life and her family’s life, done everything she fucking could to protect everyone, and the fucking Gods couldn’t even give her Jason.

So she lies there, and she screams and screams and screams, and when she finally stops, Drew Tanaka comes over and purses her lips. “Well,” she says. “He was a hero. Heroes die young.”

And Piper snaps.

It takes the whole Aphrodite cabin plus half of the Ares cabin to pull her off of Drew. She’s clawing and biting, throwing punches and roaring and Lacey is holding her back and Drew is unconscious on the ground and there is blood everywhere. Someone is stroking her, holding her back and she can dimly hear someone say, “Yeah, she was one of the 7 heroes.”

The words burn, deep inside of her, and Piper is falling as she screams with all the rage and anger and magic inside of her “I DON’T WANT TO BE A HERO. I NEVER FUCKING WANTED TO BE ONE.”

She can hear gasps, feels something getting stuck into her arm, but Piper is beyond caring as she lets herself fade into the darkness.

Annabeth makes the call to Thalia.

She sits, crossed legged on the ground, cradling the phone in her lap. Hazel sits next to her, face still blank with shock, and they listen to the dial tone ring.

When Thalia picks up, Annabeth closes her eyes. Tells her that her little brother is dead.

There’s a pause, an absolute silence. Annabeth closes her eyes, because she knows Thalia, knows the rage sorrow that surely was flowing through her now -

Thalia howls.

An echoing, agonized scream, the sound of someone who was the only one left. A wordless cry because how can you explain loss like that? How can you keep on taking, keep on stealing, keep on ripping everything away and not expect someone to fall apart? Hazel bursts into tears at that, and Thalia is stil screaming and all Annabeth can do is close her eyes and cry.

Leo sits on the beach.

He’s curled into a ball, buried into the sand and he keeps expecting Jason to come, keeps expecting him to soar through the stars and land.

Because he can’t be dead, can he? He couldn’t be dead, not after all they went through.

Leo squeezes the sand, lets it seep through his fingers. He spent his whole life building, sacrificed his life to stop Gaia, sacrificed his life so that the others didn’t have to do the same and no it was all meaningless.

They all had paid. Over and over again, they had paid and it still wasn’t enough.

The flames erupt now, fast and sudden, so hot that Leo can feel the skin on his hand start to blister and burn. He can’t do anything about the flames though, just lets it burn and burn and burn until everything turns to glass.

When he opens his eyes, the glass in his hand has solidified, turned to an opaque sphere. Leo just stands, and shatters it on the rocks.

Will finds Nico kneeling in the forest.

It’s difficult. He’s never really known the Son of Jupiter, beyond the occasional hellos and goodbyes. He can’t even remember the last time they talked - something about Apollo and Prophecies and Delphi.

But he knows. Nico told him once, when the nightmares were bad, about ruins and Jason and the god of love. Will’s never felt like that, brittle and thin and stretched to the breaking point, but he understands his boyfriend’s pain.

He comes up behind Nico, wraps his arms around him. He’s trembling, deathly cold, and Will closes his eyes.

When the bones erupt around him, Will stiffens, but doesn’t let go. He jut holds Nico tighter, lets his tears fall onto the ground, and lets the skeletons form a dome around them.

Hazel sits next to Frank.

They are both numb. Both in shock. They can’t do anything but sit next to each other, weapons clinking funky against the log. They had both grown up with the stories, of Jason, the Hero, the Praetor of New Rome.

He had become that, again. Nothing more then a story now, someone who only lived inside of them.

Hazel hated it.

What was the point of being a hero, if you couldn’t even save the people you loved? What was the point of trying, when everything was ripped away.

She thought they were safe. She had never been more wrong.

Percy was furious.

He slams his sword into the monster over and over again, until his fists are bruised and bleeding. He’s covered in dust, enough to turn his skin white and his hair lighter, so that if he turns quickly enough the glimpse in the mirror almost looks like him.

He didn’t know how many monsters he killed - 50, 60, 70. Enough that he was choking on it, choking on air, choking on the hate that was welling up inside of him and refused to disappear.

He always used to wonder who the strongest hero was. Always used to wonder if they would ever find out, him and Jason, if there would ever be a war where they would be on opposite sides. He supposed he’d never know now.

And then he’s screaming, his sword clutched in his hand and he knows, he knows that nothing will bring Jason back but he can damn well try, and Percy thinks that he’d do it, he’d rip down the world and drown it, he’d fight the gods themselves if it meant that his friends could live in peace.

Percy wipes his sword, the blood soaking through the orange of his shirt and heads off to find more to kill.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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Meeting the Neighbors

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (and the Weechesters)

Warnings: Fluff, embarrassment

Word Count: 3,192

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The sound of a truck’s brakes squealing to a stop ripped you from your dreams at quarter to seven in the morning on your only day off that week. You growled as you looked at your open window, cursing everyone and everything for being yanked from your beauty sleep. You rolled to your other side, squeezed your eyes closed and huffed. You were lying there for only a moment, telling yourself that you were going back to sleep when the loud roar of a car engine rolled down your street and stopped almost right in front of your house.

Your eyes flew open and you ripped the blankets off of you. You didn’t even notice how chilled the room as you stormed across your bedroom to death stare the people who woke you up. When you leaned out of the window slightly and started to growl, your eyes landed on the handsome new neighbor and the sound caught in your throat. He turned toward the noise coming from your second story bedroom window and smiled slightly as his eyes met yours.

“Dad, why doesn’t she have a shirt on? It’s cold outside.” A little boy’s voice floated across your yard. You watched the man’s eyes drop to your bare chest at the same time your face paled and you ducked back into your bed room, completely mortified. You slid your naked body down the wall as you heard the man tell his sons to start carrying boxes into the house next door and you groaned when you realized that you just gave your new neighbors a free peep show.

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“Oh, you should have seen him!” You told your co-workers as you hiked up the leg of your scrubs and sat backwards in a chair. “Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it!” You groaned as you rehashed the story of ‘meeting’ your new neighbor from a couple days prior to your best friend and college, Lacey during a mid-morning coffee break. She rested her arms on the wobbly break room table and sighed.

“Why is it you always find the cute ones?” She asked dreamily and you shrugged as you took drink of your room temperature, God-awful hospital coffee.

“He has a kid though so that’s an out for you.” You said with a smile and Lacey shuddered.

“God, kids are so disgusting. Having them is sheer narcissism by the way.” You rolled your eyes and drank more of your coffee as you listened to your friend start in on a tangent for only a minute before the day shift charge nurse opened the break room door.

“Alright, ladies; gossip time is over.” She giggled as she held out two different charts. “22 year old female with unexplained body pain who is allergic to everything except for the one that starts with a ‘D’” she mocked as she lifted the chart in her right hand a little. You glanced over at Lacey and began the silent debate of which one of you would have to be the doctor to deal with the person who was most likely just drug seeking when the nurse said the most beautiful 4 words you could ever hear. “4 year old boy…”

“Ha!” You shouted as you jumped up at of your chair at the same time Lacey’s head hit the table.

“I hate you.” She groaned as you took the chart that belonged to the little boy and looked back at your friend as the charge nurse laughed.

“Not as much as you hate kids.” You said to her in a sing song voice. You winked at the nurse and headed toward the ER as you quickly looked over the chart. From what you saw, the poor little boy had broken his arm. Your bottom lip poked out a bit as you looked at the board to see what room ‘Winchester’ was in and your heart went out to him. You put a smile on your face and headed toward bay four where you could already hear the little boy crying through the faded blue curtains. Your heart melted even more at the sound as you pulled back the curtain.

“Sounds like someone…. Oh fuuuuudge…” You stammered catching yourself quickly as your wide eyes met those of your new neighbor. His face turned red as he looked at you and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down at your chest for a half a second. You had been avoiding him since they had moved in out of sheer embarrassment and now you were once again completely mortified.

“Look Sammy. I told you she had shirts.” A boy said and your face flushed even more red as you looked at the two young boys sitting on the bed. The younger of the two was curled into the older child’s side and he was holding his left arm to his chest. You could see by the way it hung that it was indeed broken and would need an x-ray and a full cast.

“Dean!” The man hissed threateningly as the color of both of your faces began to resemble tomatoes. You cleared your throat and shook your head, forcing yourself to remain professional so you could leave the room as quickly as you could.

“OK… well, I’m Dr. (Y/L/N). I’ll be the one taking care of Sam here today and apparently I’ll also be the one making an absolute fool of myself in front of my new neighbors.” You gestured at Sam as you forced yourself to keep eye contact with your neighbor no matter how hot your face felt. “His arm is most definitely broken so I’ll have the nurse get him something for the pain and get him in for x-rays. After that we will set it and you will be on your way.” You paused for a moment and looked at your sad patient on the bed with a comforting smile as your heart pounded in your chest. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll have you patched up and out of here in no time.” You looked at the man once more with a nod before turning out of the room as quickly as possible. You power walked to the nurses station, dipped behind it and sank to the ground, utterly mortified.

“Oh shit. What is the kid like fucked up beyond repair?” Lacey asked her voice soft enough that only you and the surrounding staff could hear. You looked up at her with wide eyes and shook your head.

“Lace, it’s my fucking neighbor!” You hissed. Her eyes flew open and she squatted down in front of you and erupted into a fit of giggles.

“No shit! Damn I would have loved to be a fly on that wall.” She teased. You reached out and pushed her backwards on to her butt before standing up to put your orders into the computer.

“Shut up. He has two kids and the older one even pointed out that I did, in fact, own a t-shirt.” Lacey and a couple of the day shift nurses that had already heard the story laughed and you turned to glare at them. “Yea ha-ha real funny guys. Someone get that kid into x-ray.” You demanded before storming off to the breakroom to go and lick the salt from your wounds.

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“Alright buddy, what’s your favorite color?” You asked as you began prepping to set and cast Sam’s arm. You were keeping your voice soft as you moved around, grabbing the things you would need and refusing to look at the boy’s father.

“B-blue.” Sam sniffled and you looked at him with a smile.

“Hey, that’s my favorite color too!” You said as you pulled an old frog beanie baby out of your pocket. You sat down on the bed and looked at the child. “Alright Sam; here comes the not so fun part. I have to move your arm back into the right place so your bones can grow back together like they are supposed to. I want to tell you it won’t hurt at all but I don’t want to lie to you. I will say that the pills you took a little while ago made it so it won’t be that bad. Now this guy…” You said as you held out the stuffed toy to him with a smile.

“His name is Frank. Now what I need from you is to help me watch Frank. He’s a frog and he likes to hop away when he gets scared. If I keep him in my pocket like I usually do he could get away and that’s not good. So do you think you could hold on to him REALLY tight for me?” Sam’s beautiful hazel green eyes darted back and forth between you and the frog in your hand for a moment before he nodded and reached out for the animal. You nodded at him and handed him the toy before turning to look at his father, momentarily forgetting about the incident from earlier.

“When I set his arm back, you’re gunna hear a loud pop and he’s going to be in a lot of pain. I’m very sorry and I wish there was another way to go about this. I need you to just keep talking to him and try to keep him as calm as possible. Once it is set, the pain will subside and it will only take about 10 minutes to put a cast on.” Once the man nodded, you snagged a pair of gloves, put them on quickly and sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. 99% of the time you absolutely loved your job; you loved helping people. This, however, was that 1% of your job you hated; bringing pain to someone to make them better. “Alright Sam, let’s do this.”

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By the time you were pulling down your road at the end of your 12 hour shift that turned into a 14 hour shift, you were exhausted and grateful you had the day off tomorrow. After fixing Sam’s arm and sending him on his way home, the ER got slammed with a four car/ seven person accident that took up the better of your day. The chaos and carnage drove the first and second meetings of your neighbors’ right out of your mind.

You pulled into your drive at 9:45pm and almost missed the police car that was sitting in your neighbor’s driveway. You couldn’t, however, miss your neighbor attempting to keep his voice low as he yelled at whoever he was talking to. You looked over to steel a glance as you headed up toward your porch.

The man was dressed in a police officer’s uniform and he was standing on his front porch. You could see he was talking on the phone as he gestured back and forth between his house and the car in his driveway. He must have felt you staring because he suddenly looked over at you. A small smile spread across his face and he waved at you. You could feel your cheeks flush slightly as you returned the gesture and slipped into your house. You dropped your bag on the floor and hung your keys on the hook by the door with a sigh. You had pulled three 12 hour shifts in a row and you were ready for a hot bath and a long night sleep. After toeing off your sneakers, you hadn’t made it three steps into your entry way before there was a knock at the door. You couldn’t help the small groan that slipped out as you turned around and pulled it open.

“Dr. (Y/L/N)? I’m really sorry to bother you, ma’am…” You shook your head and leaned against the door slightly to give your aching feet a break as you smiled at your neighbor.

“Please, it’s just (Y/N). I’ve been doctor for the last 14 hours and it’s starting to make me sick.” You said as you stepped back into the house and gestured for your neighbor to come in. “I never did catch your name, though.” You told him as he stepped past you. He chuckled. The sound came from deep in his chest and sent pleasurable shivers up your spine.

“It’s John. Look, I don’t want to take too much of your time and I know I am asking entirely too much after everything you have already done for my boys today but I am in a bind.” He looked down at you with gorgeous brown eyes that were begging you for help. “I had babysitter lined up so I could start my new job tonight and she bailed at the very last minute. I’m new here and had gotten her number from one of the guys at the station. Now, I’m supposed to be at the station at 2300 but…”

“You need someone to watch your kids…” You finished for him. He nodded and you could tell he hated that he had found himself in this position.

“Yeah. Look, I’m really sorry to ask you but I just… I…” Your heart broke for the poor man and with a small smile you held up your hand to stop him.

“Hey, look. I get it. And who better to trust than a doctor, right?” John exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and nodded. “OK, how about you tell your boys I’ll be staying with them tonight if they are still up while I grab a quick shower.” You opened the door and saw the wave of relief that washed over his face as he walked toward it.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N). You are saving my ass.” You nodded as he jogged away and headed back toward his house. With a heavy sigh you shut your front door and dragged yourself to the stairs to get showered and ready to babysit.

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“De… that’s her. That’s the lady that fixed my arm!” A small tear filled voice whispered right in front of your face. Your eyes flew open in fright to figure out why there was a small child in your room. As your eyes focused on two pairs of eyes in the dark room, you remembered where you were and why you were there. A small smile spread across your face as the two boys scooted back a bit to look at you.

“Well hi there, kiddos. What are you doing up?” You asked. The older brother, Dean if you remembered correctly, took a slight step forward in front of his brother protectively.

“Sam’s arm was hurting. Where is my dad?” He asked; his brow furrowed in concern. You smiled reassuringly and sat up on the couch you had been sleeping on. You could already tell by how stiff you were that your back was going to be a wreck the next day.

“Your dad had to work tonight, bud so he asked me to stay with you to make sure you two were OK. What’s going on with your arm, Sam?” You asked gently as you got up to find a light switch.

“It hurts.” He said softly. As light flooded the room, you turned to see him cradling his blue cast to his chest with tears in his beautiful honey brown eyes. You nodded at him and gestured the boys toward the kitchen where John had told you the medications were.

“Did you have it up on a pillow when you were sleeping?” You asked as you blinked against the blinding white kitchen light while grabbing the bottle of liquid Tylenol 3 you had prescribed from the counter. Sam gave you a hummed conformation as you glanced at the label to remind yourself what exactly you had prescribed. You smiled as Sam shuttered at the nasty taste of the medication. You made a mental note of the time and gestured back out in to the living room.

“Let’s go watch a little TV while we wait for that to kick in.” You followed the boys back to the couch and Dean flipped on the TV. You sat down on one end of the couch and watched as Dean sat Sam down next to him. He grabbed a pillow, carefully put it on Sam’s lap and propped the blue cast on it so that his arm was above his heart. Once he was positive his brother was comfortable, he settled back into the couch himself and turned toward the TV. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this family to make Dean that protective of his little brother as you watched both boys’ eyes flutter closed almost immediately. With a sigh, you tucked your feet onto the couch beside you, propped your head on your hand and went back to sleep.

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The sound of the front door of the Winchester house opening slowly woke you up only a couple hours later. With a small smile you looked back toward it, your stiff neck protesting greatly. You put your finger over your lips and told John to stay there for a moment as you grabbed your house keys off the coffee table and stepped into your boots. With one last look at the precious angels on the couch you headed to the front door.

“How were they?” John asked softly as he looked at his sons sleeping against each other. You smiled and stepped out onto the porch with a small yawn.

“They were great; scared the crap out of me around 0430 though. I’m not used to children whispering right in front of my face in the middle of the night.” John chuckled slightly as he fully joined you on the porch and closed the door behind him.

“Yea, they have been doing it to me for the past 6 years and it still scares the crap out of me.” He joked with a shrug. “One of the perks of parenthood those stupid parenting books didn’t tell you about.” You both laughed as you leaned against the front wall of the house and ran your fingers through your messy bed head. John sighed and reached for his wallet. “(Y/N) I really, really…” You put your hand over his on his wallet and pushed off the house with a giggle.

“I’m gunna stop you right there. You don’t need to pay me for sleeping on your couch for a night. You were in a bind so I helped. Just like when Christmas rolls around in a few months and I need help putting my lights on my roof, you can help me with your ungodly tallness. That’s what neighbors do.” He smiled at you with a slight chuckle as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

“Can I at least take you to dinner to say thanks?” He asked timidly. His beautiful brown eyes searched yours and you took a moment to admire how handsome he was despite how tired he looked. You smiled and nodded.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

#John Winchester x Reader #Meeting the Neighbors

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justalittlebluetiefling · 7 years

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Chapter 7: Sometimes I Can’t See Myself

Rating: T Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Bellamy x Clarke Chapter: 7/? Word Count: 1385 Words

Summary: (I suck at summaries) Modern AU set in college. This is the long journey through the lives of the Delinquents told almost entirely through Bellamy and Clarke’s POVs. This is a slow burn. And I mean really slow. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Also on AO3

Bellamy was dragging his feet. He kept hoping that Octavia would wonder where he was and open the door so he could continue his lucky streak of not having to meet her roommate. People were starting to give him looks as he hovered in the hallway, so he just closed his eyes and knocked.

The shout for him to “come in!” was muffled by the door. The first thing he saw when he entered the room was definitely not Octavia. Not even close. It looked like the girl on the floor was trying to study for all subjects that the university offered at once. Four books were open in a circle around her, she was surrounded by torn out pieces of notebook paper, and it looked like she had an ink smudge on her nose with small pieces of hair falling out of her high ponytail.

“What the hell are you doing?” The question was out before he could stop himself, and he bit his tongue.

“Planning World War Three.” She blew a stray hair out from in front of her face and whipped her head up to meet his eyes with a tight-lipped smile. “What does it look like I’m doing? And who are you?”

“I’m Bellamy." He forced what he was sure was an equally tight smile when she sighed. "Why would you shout for me to come in if you weren’t expecting someone?”

“Who says I’m not expecting someone?”

He looked her over again. A few retorts about the fact that she was wearing Octavia’s bright green dance shorts and he could see her neon-pink bra through her white tank top came and went. And then he shrugged. “You just don’t look very prepared for company, Princess.”

“It’s Clarke,” she snapped.

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

He stood his ground under her glare. The defiant way she held his eyes just spurred his stubbornness. There was no way that he was going to let her get her way, the way she probably did constantly. After a moment, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and waved a hand at O’s side of the room.

“Listen, just… just sit at Octavia’s desk. Her practice ran a little late. And don’t talk to me. I'm trying to concentrate.”

“My pleasure.”

She didn’t take her eyes off of him until he sat down at O’s desk and pulled out his phone, pretending to read something on it. Even then, she kept glancing up from her papers to glare at him.

“It doesn’t look like you’re concentrating,” he said after the fifth time he noticed her looking up at him.

She sat back on her heels with a huff. “It’s hard to concentrate when you’re just sitting there.”

“You told me to sit here.”

“You keep looking at me.”

“Well, with everything that you’ve got on display right now, it’s hard not to.”

When he gestured at her shirt, she looked down and her jaw tightened. A blush tinged her cheeks as she stood and quietly walked to her bed to pull a sweatshirt off of it. By the time she had settled back into the spot between her notes, the blush had brightened instead of fading. He could almost see the anger rolling off of her in waves. It was too satisfying for him to ignore.

“Lose your thunder, Princess?”

“Missing the show, Blake?”

“Oh, I’m good for days. It’s all in here.” He tapped his temple with one finger and laughed. “The image of your lacey, pink bra has been burned into my memory for eternity.”

“Oh my god, seriously?” She threw her pen at him and stood up, pointing at him. “Can you just stop talking? I’ve got two tests and a paper due tomorrow.”

“What? You can’t just buy your way through classes?”

She sputtered and turned around in a circle, trying to run her hand through her hair. It ruined her ponytail and she tried to redo it and her hair tie snapped. With a frustrated growl, she turned back to him. “What right do you have to say anything like that to me? You don’t know me. I was valedictorian at my school. I got a 2280 on my SATs. A 30 on my ACTs. I work –”

“I’ve met plenty of people like you,” he spat, standing and taking a step forward. “You think you can just buy yourself into anything. Well, guess what, Princess. College is tough.” He nudged one of her books with his toe and she looked murderous. “How many classes are you even taking, anyway? All of them?”

“Four.”

“It’s your first quarter. Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

“Why would you even care? I can just buy my good grades, can’t I?”

“I’m sure you’ll have to, taking this many classes.”

“I’m double-majoring, you ass.”

“In what? Being stuck up and spoiled?”

“Okay, wow, can you go off on a new tangent already?”

“I would, but you’re pretty one-sided, so it’s hard to find new material. Unless you have daddy issues, too. Then I can talk about how your little show earlier might be practice for showing those off.”

“Excuse me?!” Octavia’s shrill protest brought a blush back to Princess’s cheeks. Bellamy cleared his throat and sat back down in O’s chair hard. Her glare included both of them, but he seemed to be getting the brunt of it. She was in jeans and a long, flowing tank top. NOT dance clothes.

“I thought you said her practice ran late, Princess.”

“I—“ Clarke sputtered, her voice weak.

“It did, Bell. Team meeting.” Octavia threw her duffel bag at him. He was getting really sick of girls throwing things at him. “Can you cut the shit?”

“Fine, O. Whatever you want. Can we just get on the road already? Traffic is going to suck.”

“Clarke, are you—“

“I’m fine, O.” Her voice was rough, and he glanced over to see tears threatening to spill over. Rich girls really love that manipulation tactic.

“Bellamy, cut it the fuck out with that face. Get in the car. I’ll be out in two minutes.”

True to her word, his sister climbed into the passenger seat and he had barely been able to make it through two pages of the book he carried around. Threw herself into the seat might be more accurate. It seemed as though she was trying to set the record for loudest car entrance with the door slamming and the crashing of the buckles together.

“Ready?” he asked tightly. She nodded, and he pulled out of his spot. They drove in silence for about ten minutes before he couldn’t handle it anymore. “What’s with the silent treatment?”

She sighed heavily and crossed her arms. “I don’t get why you have to be so confrontational with people you don’t even know.”

“I know plenty from your stories.”

“I don’t know. I caught the tail end of that exchange. You’re not even slightly impressed that she busted her ass to get valedictorian? And that SAT score? I mean, I know yours was close, but I barely broke 1800. She probably could have aced it if—”

“Like that’s even possible.”

“Whatever, Bell. Listen. She admitted to being a little antagonistic, and she apologized to me, but—“

“She apologized to you?!” It took all of his effort to keep his eyes on the road.

“Yeah. Even though you made a total dick move bringing up her dad, she didn’t want you to take all the blame for being a dick.”

He scoffed. “What? I hit the nail on the head with the daddy issues, didn’t I?”

“Her dad’s dead,” Octavia spit out.

Any modicum of victory that he felt after that argument drained out of him. Shit. “At least she knew her dad,” he mumbled.

He could actually feel her glare. “So, you think either of us would have been happier if one of our dads had stuck around, we had the chance to get close, and then they die in a horrible accident we blame ourselves for?”

Bellamy clenched his jaw shut. His instincts had more retorts, but he knew he was wrong. He didn’t ask for more details, because it wasn’t his business. They rode the rest of the way in silence.

#bellarke fanfiction #fanfiction #sometimes i can't see myself #i really like writing things where they yell at each other #i really don't know why #but it was a lot of fun #my work #erin writes

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