The Monday after hooking up at Matt’s party, Puck and Santana both acted as if nothing happened. It was easier to do that than to acknowledge the fact that they’d drunkenly boned twelve feet off the ground. To his credit, Puck kept his mouth shut and Santana, ever the talented actress, was cool as a cucumber. Nobody had the slightest clue. They stuck to their schedule of doll hand offs, keeping their conversations strictly Maverick related. Santana had made it perfectly clear that she wanted little, if any, association with him outside of their project and he was happy to oblige. Just because she’d convulsed under him, sweaty and desperate, didn’t mean they had to be attached at the hip. That kind of thinking was for suckers and psychos.
Another week slipped by, their meeting with Miss Pillsbury garnering Puck extra praise for such a marked improvement. If any teacher could get him interested in school, it would be Miss P. She was the only teacher at McKinley who was genuinely invested in the students. But excelling in one class did not make Puck a scholar. He knew, by the end of the semester, he’d be back to slipping by with the lowest GPA deemed acceptable for advancing. He had less than two years to save up enough money to get him out of Lima, so he wasn’t about to waste his time focusing on school when another part time gig cleaning pools would put cash in his pocket pronto. That’s how he found himself sweeping a leaf skimmer through sparkling, chlorinated water with Maverick strapped to his bare chest on a Saturday afternoon. This was his third pool of the day and his tanned skin was dripping with sweat underneath the baby Bjorn.
The blistering heat was relentless and if Puck didn’t have an electrical doll literally attached to his body, he’d have jumped in just for a little reprieve. As he continued to lift net fulls of leaves out of the pool, Puck began to hum one of his favorite songs from the 80s. Before he could reign himself in, he’d broken out into a full on rock ballad of Living on a Prayer, the end of the skimmer his makeshift microphone.
WHO: sam evans (mentions of rachel berry & others)
WHAT: a necessary return to routine. FOR TASK 07
WHEN: 2/11; afternoon
WHERE: mystery ink tattoo shop; boston WC: 904
Getting the hell out of Castleport and back to his regular routine was absolutely necessary.
There’d been too much of the back and forth lately, the result of it a few hundred more miles on his Jeep and a whole new rear window for the effort. Thinking too much on the latter only pissed him off, so instead he channeled his focus into work.
The busy bustle of Mystery Ink was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of Castleport, where his routine was easier to navigate. His schedule was packed, the uptick in clients more than likely blamed on the upcoming holiday. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about February 14th but the days leading up to it was typically crowded with all types of people looking to express their sentiments, schmaltz or otherwise, on the day of love, ink-style.
But Sam took at advantage of that, letting his mind settle into the comforting adrenaline rush of work mode--the buzz of needles, ink palettes, sketchbooks, and late night artwork. It was exactly what he needed.
Though, in those small breaks, between clients and chats with his coworkers, it was tough to turn off certain thoughts about his hometown, at least not completely. His two-thirty client had wanted a galaxy of stars, a blend of shading and geometric blocking that was in this year, but at least it wasn’t the typical design. It proved to be a challenge, exactly the kind of art and ink he preferred...even if the stars aesthetic reminded him of Rachel.
She used to add them to everything...even instagram captions. Sam recalled a time in high school when he’d asked to borrow her notes in World Civ and there they were, tiny stars dotting her neatly written ‘i’s. It was the weirdly cute, if a little grating kind of self confidence boosting shit she did that Sam had to give her credit for, it certainly made her memorable.
Then again, Rachel didn’t pop up in his mind too much, at least not as often as before. When the news was still fresh and Sam, like most of the people who knew (and in his case, only sorta tolerated) her, were confused and mostly curious about the case. When it seemed like the police had some actual footing, the texts and the discovery of the guy that Sam had immediately gotten a bad vibe from, off their messages alone. And Rachel was a handful, but she didn’t deserve the aggressive attention and stalking that came with being involved with a guy like Brody. He’d always believed something had happened, even if he wasn’t sure what the hell it was. Call it a gut instinct.
And it also wasn’t entirely surprising the cops had dropped the ball in their own investigation. Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust and busied his hands with the Cafe Bustelo at the coffee bar, filling his Spiderman mug with the robust roast before adding enough milk and sugar.
He could recall just how utterly useless the police had been, in his personal encounters with Castleport’s finest. The many nights his father had spent in the drunk tank or had his keys taken away, or needed a police escort home. The pitying looks that followed a disapproving tone that reeked of judgment and it annoyed the absolute shit out of Sam. Much more than his own run-ins when he got bold enough to take his art from the classrooms to the sides of buildings around town.
Rationally, he knew it wasn’t all the police’s fault...there were plenty of dead ends in Rachel’s disappearance, but it was instinct (and common sense) not to trust the cops. The one sure thing had seemingly slipped from their grasp with little effort. Knowing Brody was out there, most likely knowing a hell of a lot more than the police let the public in on...that was weird as hell.
Not to mention the necklace...the blood…
Briefly, Sam wondered about Mercedes. She was close to Rachel, and he was sure the news was only worrying the hell out of her. He hadn’t seen her around much, but that wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary; they tended to float and out of each other’s orbit, it didn’t seem like it wasn’t changing anytime soon. Still, he’d send a text or something to be sure.
He was doing it again, the mental slide right back into the whirlwind of bullshit and drama of Castleport. And Sam reasoned that maybe it was inevitable. He’d long stopped feeling tethered to the city he’d called home for the past years, but it was as if deciding to open his own shop back in Maine had knocked something loose inside of him.
And It wasn’t sustainable, living with one foot planted in the past but with everything happening, with his father and the bar, with his former classmates, and Rachel herself...it weighed on him. Tugged him further into his hometown that felt less and less like the place he remembered the longer he stayed and the longer Rachel stayed gone.
“Yo! Evans! Your four-thirty’s here.”
Jolting out of his thoughts, Sam pushed away from the window ledge where he’d been perched, coffee long cooled in his mug and flashed a brief smile in the direction of Janae, the shop’s front desk manager, setting aside the ramble of disappearing former classmates and bloody necklaces. At least for now.
Scott had been pacing the floor of his living room for most of the night, realizing what he had told Luisa. He hadn’t meant to say that to her; he hadn’t meant to confess that he would like to marry her someday, when he was ready for everything. If he ever got ready for it. Honestly, Scott didn’t know if it would happen. He was determined to work towards it so he could get a real relationship up and going with Luisa. He wanted to be with her, he really did. He was just so freaked out about the risk of hurting the poor girl again, just like he had done previously. He didn’t want to end up thinking he was ready for a committed relationship, only to discover that he in fact wasn’t and back out of it all. It had hurt the both of them so much previously that Scott didn’t want it to happen again. However, he was finding it so difficult to just be “fuck-buddies” or whatever they were, when she made him as happy as she did; when all he wanted to do was to just spend every waking moment with her. It was just difficult for him to find a balance.
So now, Scott was sat in his car, driving his way over to Luisa’s house. He missed her and he wanted to hold her. He wanted to hug her and kiss her and tell her that she was his and he was hers. He didn’t want to be feeling like there was just an empty hole in his heart, because he knew that she was the one who could fill it up for him, just by being around him. He hadn’t slept yet, and he was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to, for a while, so Scott made sure to be safe on the lonely roads. He pulled up the car, walked up to the door and texted Luisa that he was outside, not wanting to wake up her roommates. Looking down at his bandaged hand that was holding his phone, he remembered how she had been so sweet to rub oil on it and wrap it up for him. Something as simple as her taking his hand into hers could make his whole day. So Scott was sure that, even though he had just poured his heart out and he was feeling rather embarrassed and shy about that, he would still be over the moon with happiness, once Luisa opened the door.
WARNINGS: Sad feels. Listen to No Goodbyes by Dua to get the Full Sad™ effect.
Eury had known that this was coming for a while now, but that didn’t stop her heart feeling like it had shattered into tiny pieces inside her chest. Things between her and Cody had been strained ever since Eury had gone on a mission into the sewers to look for signs of what Devone had been up to. While down there, she’d thought about nothing but how much danger she was putting herself in. That she might not make it out of the sewers alive if Devone had his way. How would her death ever be explained to her girlfriend? How would anyone be able to console her? The truth would always be hidden from her, and that was a thought that Eury couldn’t stand. She was lying to the girl she loved constantly, and there was no way she could ever tell her the truth.
The first signs of strain had begun when they started talking less. Despite living together, their conversations were fizzling out. Instead of staying up until 3am talking about anything and everything, they were pretending that they were tired and forcing themselves to close their eyes and sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows. Then came the lack of passion. When they’d first gotten together, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Now they were barely touching one another. They’d get into bed, kiss each other goodnight as quickly as possible, and roll over and go to sleep. They weren’t even cuddling, or facing each other anymore. Eury felt the loneliness deep within her bones, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Couldn’t bring herself to roll over and hold her girlfriend from behind anymore. Some nights she could feel the bed shaking as Cody cried, and she’d just pretended she was asleep and didn’t notice, but really she was crying, too. She was just better at hiding it than the other.
Then the bickering begun, and that was the part that Eury couldn’t stand the most. She couldn’t stand things being said in the heat of the moment, or the look on Cody’s face when Eury walked away and left the apartment. She couldn’t handle the sad look in her eyes when Eury rolled in drunk at 4am because she didn’t know how to handle her feelings like a normal person, and felt like she had to drink to make them go away. She was the one that had done this. She’d ruined them. They were perfect for each other, and now they were breaking up because Eury was an idiot.
It was the strain of being a ranger. That was what had made Eury start to pull away from the girl of her dreams. It was the constant lying about where she was going, the hiding the bruises and cuts on her skin until they’d healed. It was the sneaking around to talk to Kat and Tommy about missions, or to speak to the other rangers. She’d seen the way Cody had looked at her like she was frightened Eury was cheating on her, and in a way Eury was.
“Cody, please...” Eury begged, but it was no use. The girl had made up her mind. Their relationship was over, even though neither of them wanted it to be. The love was still there, but the trust was gone. Eury had broken it, as usual. She always broke anything that was good for her. She’d hurt someone so beautiful, someone so damn worthy of everything she ever wanted. Cody was a good person - a kind person that would’ve never hurt Eury the way she’d hurt her. She was always so honest with her, and let her into every part of her life. She’d given her a home without even knowing her all that well at the beginning of their relationship. She had trusted Eury from the get go, and how had she returned the favour? She’d returned it by lying to her over and over again, by pushing her away and making her think that she was the one who had done something wrong.
Eury could see that Cody didn’t want to do what she was doing, but she had to respect her decision. She couldn’t sit there and beg and plead, and make promises she knew that she couldn’t keep. Couldn’t swear she’d always be there no matter what, and that she’d be a better girlfriend and love her better. They were impossible promises to keep, because Eury’s life was always in danger now that she was a ranger. One day Cody could think her girlfriend had just gone to the store, only to find that she was dead in a cave, or down in a sewer. She should’ve never let herself get involved with her in the first place. Nothing good ever stayed, and Eury had learned that from a very young age.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, wiping furiously at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie - no, it was Cody’s hoodie. She only realized that when the distinct scent of the girl’s perfume filled her nostrils. She tried not to look up from her lap as Cody spoke, telling her that it was for the best if she collected her things while she was at school the next day, and Eury just numbly nodded her head. Maybe she’d leave her stuff there. She didn’t need any of it anyway. She’d lived out of a backpack before, and she could do it again.
Getting up from the couch, she took a deep breath, then bunched up her fists to try and steady herself, and brace herself for the goodbyes that were about to come. This was it. She might never see her first love again, and the thought of that stung so much. So much that she felt like she could barely breathe. Her lungs felt like they were burning, and her heart was thudding in her chest painfully while the bad kind of butterflies swarmed in her stomach.
With strength she didn’t even know she possessed, she walked towards Cody with legs that felt like they were suddenly made of lead. “I don’t wanna say goodbye,” she said, her voice cracking at the last word. “So, I’m just gonna say see you later.” It was a dumb thing to say, but it was hat she always said to her whenever she was leaving the apartment and wouldn’t be back until later that night. It felt like things would be okay if that was what she said, and as naive as it was, she needed to feel like this wasn’t the end of them. She needed to hang onto Cody for a little bit longer, even if she knew that the words she would say weren’t true.
Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around the girl, holding her tightly. She could feel that she was trying not to cry as she held her back, and Eury hated that. She hated this. But most of all, she hated herself. “I love you,” she whispered into Cody’s ear, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks as she pulled back from the embrace. She had to stop the sob that threatened to escape her as Cody told her that she loved her too, and that she was sorry. “You don’t need to be sorry. You were the perfect girlfriend.”
Walking back to the couch, Eury grabbed her backpack, but never bothered to take off Cody’s hoodie. She needed it, and she hoped that she wouldn’t mention it. It was something to remember her by, and something to hold onto when she missed her. She inhaled a deep breath and made her way to the door, turning the handle before turning her head to take one last glance at the most precious thing she’d ever been able to call her own.
“I’ll see you later.”
Before she could register the look of pain on Cody’s face, she hurried herself out of the door and down the hallway towards the elevator. Where she was going to go now, she didn’t know. But she also didn’t care.
Lexa had to get out of the house. She didn’t know where she was going, or what she was going to do when she got there, but she couldn’t stay anymore. The night had begun like any other, but things had gone downhill quickly and Lexa no longer felt safe in her home. She threw a few things in her bag, grabbed her wallet and keys, and ran out the door without looking back.
An hour and a half later, she was parked outside of Clarke’s house and trying to ignore the throbbing on the side of her face. Things had gotten physical, and it left Lexa with what would definitely be a black eye, if it wasn’t already. She got out of the car, grabbed her bag from the backseat, and headed up to the porch. After quickly knocking on the door, Lexa put the hood of her hoodie up and waited for the blonde to answer.
WHO: Matthew Hudson & Patrick Evans, with mentions of Maria Evans
WHEN: October 15th, 2016
WHERE: 'Los Angeles Hospital’, Los Angeles, California
WHAT: Patrick is called to the hospital after Maria’s attack and is met by Matthew.
WARNING: Angst, hospital tw, anger tw.
Patrick was having a great time at the PMZ Halloween party. He had decided to wear his "whatever"-costume, as he liked to call it; just a random cop-uniform. It made it easier for Patrick to dance and have fun in it. It had been a weird couple of days beforehand, with him getting together with Blake and being his date for the night, and then Maria had been acting quite off and wanted to know his secret, and now he was at the party, waiting for her to arrive. Standing at the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, Patrick was chatting to one of the people who he knew for his film course, discussing the latest news in the media world. That was when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He got it out and instantly saw missed calls and messages, urging him to come to the hospital, because something had happened to Maria. Apologizing to his fellow coursemate, Patrick ran through the crowds of dancing people, who were drunk and having fun. He finally managed to get out, almost knocking over the security. He quickly managed to get his car and drove straight off to the hospital which had been informed about. Several times, he was close to crashing with another car, but finally made it without a scratch. His knuckles were red for grabbing the steering wheel so hard. If his little sister had been hurt in any way, then he would personally make sure that the people who had done so, would regret it. He quickly parked the car, jumped out of it and ran up to the massive building, quickly gathering room numbers from the receptionist. There was no need taking the elevator, it was too slow, so Patrick stormed up the stairs, his heart beating faster than ever. The door opened with a loud bang, and at the end of the corridor, he saw Matthew talking to a nurse. Running up to her, Patrick breathed out heavily, "Where is she? Is she okay? What's happened?"
Matthew was still trying to calm down from tonight's events. He was getting ready to go to the PMZ Halloween party, since he had decided to wear Bucky's Military uniform for the party. Though, the events of tonight had changed that. He rode in the ambulance after several minutes of fighting with them about him being Maria's boyfriend. He had called both Patrick and Alexa, left several voicemail about Maria being in the hospital and he was in the waiting room. He had loosen his tie, messed up his gelled hair and sniffed as he bounced his leg up and down as he waited for the nurse to come out. He couldn’t lose her, he just couldn’t. He stood back up when the nurse came back out and heard heavy feet, assuming it was Patrick. "She's getting checked out right now, she's going to be okay and we don’t know yet. We're doing the best we can. Now if you excuse me, I’m going back there to see what’s going on." Matthew let out a breath as the nurse left and he turned towards the brother. "I was heading to the party after I got ready, and I saw her lying there, out cold. I don’t know what happen, I didn’t see anyone around and I pulled out my phone, called you and Alexa and just..." He swallowed hard as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead as he let out a breath. "I’m so sorry man." He could feel the tears start to form and blinked them away, he needed to be strong.
Patrick didn't know what was going on, he had so much trouble wrapping his head around what was happening. He didn't need this right now, and Maria sure as hell didn't either - none of them did. It wasn't fair on the girl that she had to lie in there, and none of them knew what had gone on. "I need to go and see her," Patrick said, his voice coming out loud and shaky as he rushed past Matthew and grabbed the handle of the door, feeling a desperate need to see his sister.
Matthew started to open up his mouth before he knew it, Patrick flew by him and headed towards the door. "I know dude, I know." He replied as he wrapped his arms around the guy's torso and stopped him from going in. "We gotta wait until they say that we can go in." Hell, he wanted to rush in himself but knew better than mess with any of the staff here and their wishes. "C'mon, lets go and get you some water and we can sit and talk about what's going on."
Patrick felt his body hit Matthew's and was stopped from going into the room. He fought against it for a while, needing to go in and be there for his sister. He needed to be there for her, he needed to sit with her, he needed to hold her hand. After a while, Patrick let out a deep sigh and stopped fighting against it, tears forming in his eyes. There was no way that all of this was happening right now. The tears were stinging his eyes, and he let his hands move up to cover them, sniffing loudly as he started to cry, his body just collapsing into Matthew's body.
Matthew felt the guy fought against his body for a while. He knew what was going through his mind, patted his back when he finally felt him collapsing into his body. "She's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay. She's a strong woman, she'll pull through this." He whispered into his ear, rubbed his back and led him to a private waiting room after telling the nurse where they're going as he kept Patrick close to him. He blinked his own tears away and shut the door behind them once they were inside as he sniffed.
Patrick kept his eyes closed, not being able to see anyway with the tears in his eyes. Being guided into the waiting room, Patrick sat down on a chair, his body all of sudden feeling so empty. The tears rolled down his cheeks, falling onto the floor and Patrick's shoes, his hands going into his hair in pure frustration over what had happened. Who in the world could ever do something like that to Maria? She was the sweetest person on the planet, and the fact that someone could hurt her like that just made Patrick furious. That was when one thought entered his mind, and he sniffed, calming down his crying and breathing. Once he had gotten it a bit under control, he looked up at Matthew, swallowing hard. "You don't know who did this, do you?"
Matthew watched the boy as he leaned against the door and took off his jacket before he tossed it off to the side. He slid his hands into his pockets, closed his eyes as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed. There was a lot of things running through his mind right now, but he wanted to punish whoever done this. He shook his head, as he let the tears roll down his cheeks and looked at the guy. "No," He answered as he pushed himself off of the door and sat down next to him after he moved his pant legs up a bit. "Whoever done this, is going to get a beating and if that means I'll never see the light of day, thats fine by me."
Patrick licked his lips, shaking his head. He could feel the anger building up inside of him, like a crescendo. "I think I know who did this," He said, his voice low and his teeth gritted together. His jaw clenched and he wiped the last tears away from his red and swollen eyes. Getting up from his seat, Patrick couldn't sit down. He needed to see his sister, but he also needed to a get a hold of the people who had done this, and he had a pretty good idea who it was, after everything that had been going on. His fists clenched and his eyes closed for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath to compose himself. "We'll get back at them."
Matthew let out a breath as he leaned forward, knowing that he needed to help him. "Jackass one and Jackass two?" He asked, making sure they were on the same page as he sucked in air through his teeth. He watched him get up, knowing what he needed to do and kept his anger at bay. "Well, we already have the famous lawyer in town and his number if we need to be bailed out of jail." He stretched out his legs as he chewed on his bottom lip as he thought of a way to get back at them. "We gotta find them, first."
Patrick looked back at Matthew, his head nodding slowly. He thanked god that he knew what Patrick was going on about, so he wouldn't have to explain the whole thing. It was hard enough for Maria to deal with the two idiots constantly coming back to keep her around when she didn't want to; now she had to deal with having been attacked. Of course, these were all just Patrick's assumptions, but he couldn't think of anyone else going so far. Everyone in town knew that she wouldn't hurt a fly, and that she was the gentlest person. She didn't deserve that. Nodding along, Patrick chewed on his bottom lip as he thought about it for a bit. "We need to talk to Maria first. She'll hopefully know what happened," He started, crossing his arms over his chest. "We can't do anything before then."
Matthew slowly nodded as he listened to Patrick. "Maybe not right away? I mean, we gotta give her time to process everything before we jump straight into talking to her." He pointed out, shook his head. "Nope, we cant, or we're going to look like some crazy guys who are out for blood. Which, we are out for blood but we gotta be smart planning this." He didnt believe this was happening, he knew that the emotions would be rushing back when he stopped feeling numb. "How about, you stay here tonight and I'll go and look for something that can start the ball rolling on this."
Patrick could feel the adrenaline pumping in his body, and he knew that he wanted to get his revenge for what had been done. Nodding along as Matthew started making a plan, Patrick sat down on the opposite side of him so they could face each other. Leaning over, he rested his arms on his knees and kept his eyes locked with Matthew's. "We need to get this sorted. It's not right that they've done this," He started, his eyes turning darker as he thought about it. "For Maria's sake."
Matthew shook his head as he rubbed his hands together and locked eyes with Patrick. "It’s not, no. I wanna beat the living shit out of them, I wanna trash their car. I wanna have them feel what we're feeling right now." He added and nodded. "For Maria's sake. Which we gotta be smart about it, because we both know she's going to scold us. More than anything." He swallowed some, feeling his body tensing up again and let out a breath. "Fuck." He stood up and ran a hand over his face. "They're gonna pay." He lightly bit down on his bottom lip before he glanced at Patrick. "Do they know what you look like?"
Patrick nodded along to every word that Matthew was saying. He didn't condone violence - in fact, he hated it. But there were certain times and certain people, where it was needed. Patrick had never really fought much, except for when it had been really bad and the situation desperately called for it. "I don't care if she's going to scold us, this is for her own good. We're going to take care of this, in the way that we want and in the way that they deserve," He told Matthew, watching him get up. "Yeah, they've seen the reality show that I was in," Patrick said, opening his mouth to speak again, only to get interrupted by a knock on the door. A man in scrubs opened it, and the Evans boy assumed that it was the doctor. Greeting the two guys with a handshake and letting them know that yes, he was indeed the doctor, he sucked in a deep breath and said "Okay, guys. Here's the thing. Maria's suffering a really bad head injury which was more so from the fall than the blows that she got. However, the blows didn't exactly help," Patrick's heart began racing at that point, mentally crossing his fingers in the hope that it wasn't too serious. "She won't need any surgery, but once she wakes up, she's going to have to remain in the hospital, and we're going to keep an eye on her for a little while. It's just standard procedure, to make sure nothing severe pops up. We can't guarantee that just because it doesn't show now, doesn't mean it won't show later down the line. As of now, though, she's just gonna be monitored and won't need surgery."
Matthew nodded along what he was saying and knew what he was saying. "Okay. They haven’t seen me, my shows been in Canada and only in Canada, so this is what we're gonna do. We're go-" He stopped talking and glanced towards the doctor as he spoke. He nodded once more, swallowed hard and glanced over at his friend before he glanced back at the doctor. "Okay." He glanced over at Patrick and let out a breath. "I told them that I think it was her biological parents, both the hospital and the police but we gotta wait until she can confirmed it herself."
Patrick thanked the doctor for the news, relieved that his sister wasn't in too much trouble at the moment. It felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but he still felt a desperate need to see Maria, and make sure, in his own eyes, that she was okay. As the doctor left, Patrick looked back at his friend and listened, nodding along. "Okay, man. I'm glad that you told them, because that means they're going to be investigating this," Patrick said, his voice having gone a bit quiet and his body relaxing a bit more. Letting out a deep sigh, Patrick folded his hands together, keeping his eyes locked on his friend's. "All we can do is wait for her to wake up." And that's what the two friends did. They waited. They waited for one of the most important people in their lives, to wake up and be okay.
WHAT: Cobie goes over to Kenzi’s place, where decisions are made, and love is in the air.
WHERE: Kenzi’s bedroom.
WHEN: Monday 16th May 2016.
WARNINGS: None.
Kenzi paced around her bedroom, fumbling with the bouquet of red and white roses her mom suggested she get. Of course, the original plan for them was for their sex date night they had been planning, but this seemed a little more important. After her talk with her mom, and admitting a few things to herself, Kenzi knew that this was what she wanted to do and it felt so easy. She wanted Cobie. She wanted to be a parent. She wanted all of it with the person she loved. Love. It still sounded strange in her mind but it was true. Somehow. She knew that Cobie had probably been worried sick for the past couple of hours before she was due to arrive at her house, but Kenzi had to be short with her when she did. She was afraid that frightened part of her might have skipped out and run. She would just have to make it all up to her, and explain herself the way Cobie deserved. After running down to pin a note on the door reading The door is open, Cobie. Come to my bedroom, the Chilean girl had just been pacing. Waiting. Trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to say.
Cobie couldn't stop her hands from shaking on the drive over to Kenzi's house. The shortness of the texts she received from her girlfriend had sent Cobie's mind into a frenzy. For the past two hours, she had been crying into her dad's chest while he held her, trying to promise her that everything would be okay. But she knew it wouldn't be. It couldn't be. Kenzi wanted to see her to break up with her. That was the only explanation there could be. The texts were the warning signs, and now she was about to go and be told that she wasn't wanted anymore. The sad thing was, it wouldn't even be that surprising. She was used to it by now. Once she arrived at Kenzi's home, she noticed that her parents car wasn't on the driveway. Great. Even her parents had wanted to escape this tragedy. After getting out of her car and walking to the front door, Cobie noticed the note. "What?" she mumbled to herself out loud with a frown, turning the handle of the door and letting herself inside. She remained silent as she walked up the stairs to Kenzi's room, sucking in a deep breath as she opened the door. "Hi," she muttered, not taking her eyes off the floor. Looking at Kenzi would have hurt too much, considering that she was so sure she was about to lose her for good.
Kenzi almost jumped out of her skin when her door clicked open, and immediately swung around to face who she knew would be Cobie. Either that or a possible serial killer who had seen the open invite, but most likely - Cobie. As soon as she took in her appearance, Kenzi’s heart simultaneously sunk at the sight of her sadness, not even able to look at her, and soared that she was so close to the person she loved. “Hey,” Kenzi breathed, cocking her head to the side, wondering why Cobie still hadn’t looked up at her. She must have been expecting the worst, and Kenzi knew she had to do something to make her smile. It was one of the only things she never really fucked up. “Bonita,” She smiled, taking a step forward, holding the flowers with one hand and reaching out for Cobie’s trembling one with her other. “I-..” She started, before her words caught in her throat. It wasn’t the right time yet. “I’ve been thinking. Please don’t be sad. I ain’t going nowhere.” She breathed, tangling their fingers. “Red means romance.. And white is like.. Purity and unity and shit. The woman told me. My mom said roses would woo you.” She rambled, “I wanted to get you some for our sex date but.. I mean.. This can be a date. Like.. A telling you I wanna be everything date. Do everything. Like with you and the baby.”
Cobie felt like the walls were closing in around her as Kenzi spoke. There was just no way she could prepare herself for the worst. Not when it came to her girlfriend. The moment she spoke, Cobie was expecting her ass to get dumped. A look of confusion spread over her face when Kenzi grabbed her hand. Finally, she looked up at the girl she...hearted. "What...? You're not... You're not dumping me...?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the roses in Kenzi's hand. She swallowed thickly, tears prickling her eyes. This was not what she expected, and it was all so overwhelming. "You got me flowers..." Her mind was trying to process everything that was happening, and trying to piece together how this had happened when Kenzi had been so short with her previously in texts. "You... What?" Cobie asked again, her head cocking to the side with confusion as her eyes searched her girlfriends for answers. "You want me? You want the baby? But I thought... Fuck." Surging forward, she grabbed the back of Kenzi's neck, pulling her face to her own, just so she could press their lips together. She didn't know what to say just yet, so maybe kissing her would help her think of some words.
Kenzi watched as the surge of emotions crossed over her girlfriends’ face. She had seen her confusion before. She had seen Cobie’s self doubt and it broke her, much in the way she was sure her own broke Cobie. Staying silent, Kenzi waited patiently for Cobie to piece everything together, holding her hand steady and firmly, to stop her from slipping away. The kiss took her by surprise, but she returned it happily, throwing the roses over into her bed to grasp Cobie’s hips and pull her closer. After such an emotionally wild day, the contact was needed - and she was sure even more so for Cobie. She couldn't imagine what she was going through in her beautiful head. “You ask so many questions,” Kenzi breathed as they pulled apart, resting her forehead against Cobie’s. “But yeah.. All of it.” She nodded, her hand finding the soft skin of Cobie’s cheek, thumb brushing softly before she moved south, between her breasts to feel her beating heart, to rest her fingers against Cobie’s flat stomach. “If you want me to be a uh.. A mom.. I want that,” She smiled softly, brushing their noses together. She wanted so badly to tell her she loved her. Again. But it got lost somewhere between her brain and her mouth. “lo eres todo,”
Cobie gasped against Kenzi's mouth as she felt her hands pulling her close. This was exactly what she needed. What she'd needed all day, but couldn't have. Physical contact always eased her so much more than words or anything else. Nothing came close to having someone want you as much as you wanted them. Nothing was ever that soul soothing. Cobie let out a soft chuckle at Kenzi's questions comment, shrugging one of her shoulders. "I had to make sure, because I was so fucking terrified you were about to leave me." She swallowed hard as Kenzi's hand moved down her body to her stomach. Her eyes flickered to brown ones, and she smiled warmly. "Of course I want that. As long as it's what you want, then I'm happy. This baby is going to be so lucky to have you in their life. Just like I'm lucky to have you in mine." Cobie couldn't believe all this was happening, and that she was getting some kind of weird fairy tale story happening for her. The way her heart pounded in her chest, and the way warmth spread through her body at the thought of raising a child with Kenzi definitely meant she more than 'hearted' this girl. Cobie never believed that you could fall in love with someone after such a short amount of time. When she saw statuses from her friends on Facebook saying that they loved the person they'd been with for a week, she'd always roll her eyes so hard. But now she could definitely believe it was possible, because she was more than 90% sure that she was in love with the person standing in front of her. "Tu eres mi mundo," she whispered, her hand joining Kenzi's on the flat of her stomach. Biting down on her lower lip, she looked over towards the bed where the roses lay. Her stomach fluttered at the sight. "Thank you for the roses, baby. You're the first person to literally ever do anything romantic like that for me. You're amazing."
Kenzi felt her heart flutter in her chest when Cobie’s hand rested against her own, covering where the tiny, growing baby lived. It was amazing to think about… Crazy, but all kinds of awesome. She was still scared - terrified even, but it was exciting. “Voy a pasar mi vida con ustedes dos” She whispered, before she moved back to follow Cobie’s line of vision to the flowers on the bed. Her chest expanded with a mix of love and pride. She felt a little stupid at first, but Cobie appreciated it, and that was all that mattered. “I just wanna be romantic with you… I was gonna cover my room in candles but my mom said that was a fire hazard now there’s a baby,” Kenzi grinned goofily, hands moving to intertwine with Cobie’s. She wanted to tell her so much more about how she was feeling or what she could imagine the next few months or years would be like together. How much Cobie meant to her and how happy she was, but she couldn’t. Everything got lost in the mix of how Cobie felt in her arms, overwhelmed by love she didn’t quite know how to show. It was a heck of a lot for one day, and perhaps she didn’t need to say anything else. Without even thinking about it, Kenzi’s lips found her girlfriends, hands cupping warm cheeks as she kissed her, promises like laced venom behind her lips. “I want you,” Kenzi whispered between kisses, nipping at a wet lower lips. “I wanna show you how much I… Feel,”
Cobie felt like her heart was about to physically jump out of her chest and into Kenzi's. In all her life, Cobie had never wanted to be so close to someone. To want to literally melt her own body into theirs and become one with them. It was such an intense feeling, but it was one she never wanted to go away. The fact that Kenzi wanted this baby with her was the most incredible thing. Knowing that her girlfriend wanted her despite her flaws, despite her fuck ups. It was just the most unfamiliar but most welcomed feeling. "Estamos siempre el suyo." Cobie chuckled at Kenzi's concern about fire and the baby. It was adorable how much she cared already. She would have been content to just stand like they were forever, so happy and in...love? When hands came up to hold her face, Cobie's arms wrapped around Kenzi's waist, her hands snaking beneath the material of her shirt to rest against the small of her back. She kissed back with just as much passion as she was receiving, her nails gently digging into soft skin. "I want you, too," Cobie breathed out, drawing in Kenzi's lower lip between her own. She couldn't believe they were about to finally sleep together. It felt like it was something that they'd talked about a lot, but were never going to do. But now, here they were. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Cobie asked, her lips pressing against the corner of Kenzi's mouth.
Kenzi couldn't lie and said she hadn't thought about them having sex, literally in every which way, in any place available. It seemed like one of those fantasy fucks with a celebrity or an impossible crush, but Cobie was her girlfriend. They had taken things slow, appreciated each other, and Kenzi had often even forgotten that they hadn't actually slept together because they were already so intimate. This was exactly what set love apart from sex. She didn't want to sleep with Cobie to fall in love with her, she wanted to sleep with her because she had fallen in love with her. She wanted to show her how much she was loved. There wasn't any reason to wait anymore. "So fucking sure, if you are," Kenzi nodded, moaning at the hot kisses dancing at the corner of her mouth. In response to the desperate hands clawing at the small of get back, Kenzi reached to fist the front of Cobie's shirt, pulling her backwards towards the bed. Her body was hot, and she knew that they had waited long enough. They were together, made each other happy. Kenzi had fallen head over heels for Cobie, and there was a baby on the way. It was more than time to move past the innocent base game. "You're my girl. I'm all yours. Please," Kenzi's words left her mouth as a husk against soft lips, hands pawing at fabric that was keeping her away from craved contact.
Cobie smirked at Kenzi's words, loving the amount of enthusiasm coming from her. It was obvious that she wanted this more than anything else, and so did Cobie. She'd been ready for this since she'd met the girl. Hell, they'd talked about fucking several times. But she was thankful that they'd waited, that they'd gotten to know each other properly before rushing into things. It made everything so much more special. "Of course I'm sure. Do you know how hard it is not to pin you to the bed every time I see you?" Cobie asked, letting out a soft moan as she was pulled onto Kenzi's bed. Suddenly it felt like the temperature got so much hotter in the room, and Cobie's could feel pleasurable chills running down her spine as she heard her girlfriend speak. Pushing Kenzi down against the mattress, she moved to straddle her hips. "You don't have to beg," she teased. "All you have to do is take, or I'll end up having all the fun." To emphasize her words, she grabbed the hem of her own shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it across the room. "So, Mackenzie," she purred against the girls ear, nipping at the lobe. "Let’s make love and see what happens."
Kenzi let out a soft breath when her girlfriend moved to straddle her, hands shooting to grip at tense, strong thighs. She could probably only think of one or two times she was taken by surprise when it came to sex, and this was most definitely one of them. As soon as Cobie pulled her shirt clean off her body, Kenzi filled her lungs as she took in the sight of her heaving chest, hair falling around her shoulders like some kind of goddess. "Fuck," Kenzi whispered, hands frozen in place but screaming to touch. Eyes wide as they flickered around her girlfriends frame, she silently thanked God or whoever that she wasn't a dude, because she would very much be in a whole heap of disappointment right now. Before she could react, hot breath hit her ear and her skin erupted in goosebumps at the purred proposition. With a cross between a moan and a growl, Kenzi raised her hips from the bed in a sharp movement to flip them, settling between Cobie's thighs as her open mouth found the delicate skin of her girlfriends neck. Her parents weren't back until Wednesday, and they were sure as hell going to make the most of it.
TAGGING → Roxanne Weasley (@tango-de-roxanne) and Lysander Scamander (@theonelysander)
TIMELINE→ Saturday, November 7, 2023
SETTING → Hogsmeade
SUMMARY → Lysander and Roxy wander around Hogsmeade while she pays him what he owes for winning the bet
Roxanne
Roxy couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so excited about heading out to Hogsmeade. She’d sat the last two out, spending time at Hogwarts rather it was studying or just relaxing after her break up a few months ago and trying to recuperate. This time around, however, she had planned on going and it helped that she had someone to actually walk around with. She smoothed out her shirt and made sure shorts weren’t showing off too much before heading off to meet Lysander in front of her family’s shop.
She spent a few minutes wandering around, trying to see if there was anything new that her father or her brother had put out and picking out a few things to take back when the trip was done. She bit her lip, glancing at her phone for a second before heading back outside, wanting to make sure she hadn’t missed Lysander in her moment of distraction.
