#and then this and im like yeah yeah another familiar name. where have i heard it.

[vestaldestroyer]

at the risk of sounding extremely stupid, Marquis de Sade isn't just a background character from vnc but a real person?? wrote philosophy books and porn??? the word sadism is partially derived from his name???? how do I not know this! that's Dominique's dad? ough I have so many questions

[yauchfilms]

anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn �� logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment. 

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation. 

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?” 

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked. 

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing. 

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it. 

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family. 

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables. 

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,”  mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression. 

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt. 

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror. 

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area. 

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you.  “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam. 

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right. 

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him. 

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy. 

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment. 

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin. 

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin. 

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it. 

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it. 

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you. 

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise. 

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you. 

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle. 

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back. 

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him. 

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you. 

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful. 

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye. 

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.  

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek. 

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him. 

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery. 

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass. 

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you. 

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long. 

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor. 

“i thought you said we weren’t–” 

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. 

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast. 

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest. 

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were. 

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later. 

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point. 

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it. 

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds. 

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means. 

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly. 

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers. 

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you. 

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers. 

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband. 

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way. 

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel. 

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready. 

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue. 

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach. 

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth. 

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come. 

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you. 

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you. 

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides. 

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm. 

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks. 

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

[die-pink-maus]

A Weekend in Vienna 🇦🇹

While vacationing in Germany, Chantelle’s (OC) best friend, Adrian (also an OC), books an impromptu trip to Vienna to visit extended family. Chantelle decides to join her for the last few days of her trip, where she meets an interesting friend of Adrian’s family who offers to show the two around the city for the weekend🤭

TW: Pretty much none, not for this chapter anyway, but things will get 🌶️spicy🌶️ in the next parts. Also there is an age gap between OC and König, she is 25 and he is about 36-37.

CW: FemOCs, female pronouns used, while both characters are technically OCs please feel free to imagine them however you’d like, ultimately the main character is the reader, I just didn’t want to use “Y/N” so I gave them names 🙈

Word Count: 1,516

*DISCLAIMER*

This is my first time EVER writing any kind of fan fiction so please go easy on me 😭 if you like where things are going, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated! If you’d like to see anything in particular in the next part or part(s), I’d love to hear it!

This version of König is based on the above interpretation drawn by @lettaniko (I hope you don’t mind me using it! I absolutely love this drawing it’s perfect! 🫶🏼)

I like a nice build up to the smut so if you like to get right into it this is probably not going to be for you…but if you can wait I it out I promise it’ll be worth it 😂

Enjoy! 💋

7:30am. There’s approximately 30 minutes before my train departs for Vienna, and I still haven’t reached the train station yet. I scrambled as I dashed out of my hotel room, hoping I’d left the place in a somewhat decent state and I hadn’t forgotten anything valuable as got into the elevator. I’ve been exploring Munich for the past two weeks and I’ve been having the absolute time of my life. Although traveling alone can be quite scary, oddly enough, I’ve never felt more at home. Munich is such a vibrant city, filled with all kinds of exciting things to do and I’ve met so many incredible people, it’s definitely been the experience of a lifetime. To say that I am not looking forward to going back home to Vancouver would be an understatement, but all good things must come to an end. I’d spent about a year and a half learning to speak German, and promised myself that I would plan a trip in celebration of achieving fluency, so here I am! Now, Vienna wasn’t initially on my list of places to visit when I decided to come to Germany, but my best friend, Adrian, ended up booking a spur of the moment flight last week to visit extended family in Austria and suggested I come hangout with her during the last few days of my trip. Seeing as its only a 3-4hr train ride from Munich, I figured why the hell not! I’ve heard Vienna is beautiful, and Im at all not opposed to exploring another city.

Upon arrival at the train station in Vienna I was greeted by Arian, excitedly jumping up and down while holding up a large white sign that read “Willkommen in Wien, Schlampe!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing as I got off the train and ran over to her, tackling her in a tight embrace as she laughed hysterically. “Did you have to let the whole station know that I’m a bitch or…?”

“Honestly, they should’ve known the moment they saw you.” She said jokingly. “How was the ride over?” She asked.

“Amazing, I haven’t slept that well in years. It also didn’t feel like a 4 hour train ride.”

“Trains in out here are quite quick so I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow took less time. They definitely shit on the ones we have back home.”

“Oh for sure.” I agreed as we began walking over to the car.

“So a family friend of ours just came back from a mission in the states, he’s in the military bee tee dubs —“

“Yeah kinda pieced that together when you said ‘mission’.” I chuckled.

“I don’t drive out here so he’s gonna give us a ride back to my aunts, cool?”

“Sounds good.”

“He’s also a lot more familiar with Vienna than I am, so he offered to show us around a bit later on this evening.” Aw how nice of him. Knowing Adrian, the first place she’ll want to be taken to is the nearest bar, that girl can drink! If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in Germany, and my 10 years of friendship with Adrian, it’s that Europeans love their liquor. There are people from all parts of Europe in Germany and that’s one thing that remains quite consistent across the board. I also love my liquor, which is probably why I ended up fitting in so well.

We finally arrived at the car and opened the trunk to begin loading all of my luggage inside. I’d brought a small carryon suitcase, a duffle bag, as well as a large suitcase that was full of clothes I’d over packed from home, and a bunch of other clothes and souvenirs I’d bought in Munich. “Okay this one’s gonna be a tad heavy.” I warned as Adrian grabbed hold of the handle on the top. I reached forward to try to help her lift, but neither of us could manage the weight. “I got it.” His voice was low, but gentle. He had an accent, but it wasn’t overwhelming or harsh, nor did it make anything he said hard to understand. I wasn’t expecting to see the person I saw when I’d finally caught a glimpse of him…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like this in my entire life. Adrian and I stepped back as he grabbed hold of the suitcase, lifting it with absolute ease, as if it were light as a feather. His arm muscles bulged within the confines of his olive green long sleeved shirt as he tossed the suitcase inside the trunk. My heart began to race, It felt as if I was watching him move in slow motion. “Easy peasy.” He smirked as he turned around and looked down at me, his dazzling dark blue eyes awash with amusement at Adrian and I’s prior struggle. Jesus Christ…This man is an absolute unit. He’s gotta be at least 6 foot 7, if not taller. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes in a rough and rugged kinda way — a nice low trimmed beard, medium length dark brown hair, and a smile that is captivatingly dangerous to say the least. His presence alone exudes a confidence that causes me to grow weak in the knees. “I’m König,” he smiled knowingly as he stretched his hand out towards me. I know I’m definitely not the first woman to look at him the way I am. Even though I’m trying to keep my composure, it’s very clear that he can see right through it. “And you must be Chantelle?” He asked, eyes slowly roaming about my frame from head to toe. He bites his lip slightly as they return to my gaze, suggesting so much without saying any words at all. “I — yes.” I blushed, sheepishly brushing my hair behind my ear as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said. “Oh yeah, König Chantelle, Chantelle König.” Adrian yelled from the backseat. He laughed and shook his head as he closed the trunk.

We arrived at Adrian’s aunts house about 45 minutes later. König helped us load all of my things into the foyer before letting us know he’d be coming back in a few hours to take us out to this bar that he and a few of his buddies on his task force frequent whenever they’re home. I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left — those mysterious blue eyes, the way he slightly bites his lower lip just before laughing at something ridiculous Adrian has said, the way his arm muscles swell beneath his shirt with the slightest movement…God, he’s sexy. I could think of a million different ways I’d want him to ruin me. The thought alone of being trapped beneath his large brawny frame writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into me over and over has me clenching around nothing. Though I’m not usually one for a one time fling, I have a feeling he’d be able to convince me. “So, you wanna tell me what all of that was about?” Adrian asked as she helped me settle into the guest room. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Since when are you a shy girl?” She giggled. Sigh. I figured she was referencing my unusual silence during the car ride over here. “He’s hot as fuck but I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“Ugh!” I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow. She’s right. I’m not very easily intimidated. I’m quite the confident woman and I ensure everyone in the room knows it, but this was different. Almost as if our energies were fighting for dominance, and mine didn’t stand a chance. “Hey if it’s any consolation, my jaw dropped the first time I saw him without his mask too.” Mask?

“Mask?” I asked.

“Yes…the last time I was here he was on base training recruits, so I’d see him often in full tactical gear. He’s a snipper, so he wears a mask to hide his face in the field. I mean, that was hot too, but in a Ghostface kinda way”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison, but I was curious to see what his entire ensemble looked like. “How old is he?” I asked.

“I think he’s in his mid to late 30s? I’m honestly not too sure, and it doesn’t matter to me either way.” She winked. “I was sensing some unspoken vibes between the two of you in the car though. Don’t think I didn’t see both of you stealing glances at each other every now and then.” She smirked.

“Stop,” I scoffed. “A man like that is definitely not single, and even if he is…I don’t know” I blushed. “I didn’t see him looking at me..”

“K well I see everything, he definitely likes what he sees, and clearly the feeling is mutual on your end as well. Looks like tonight will be interesting.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Adrian.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes. Nothing’s gonna happen…right?

PART II 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART II

PART III 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART III

[nova-moonlight]

𝘋𝘰𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘬 ��� 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦r

Blending into the background is an art form I’ve perfected. While some people seem to thrive on drama, I’ve learned that a quiet, unnoticed existence suits me just fine. In a world where everyone craves the spotlight, I find solace in being the invisible observer.

The classroom buzzed with the usual gossip. “That girl has no self-respect,” one voice sneered. “How can she forget—” Another started, but I’d heard enough. I slid my earbuds in, trying to shut out the whispers, but snippets of their conversation still sliced through. “Behavior… something… small.” It was relentless.

I let my head rest on my desk, eyes partially open, watching Su-ae from the corner of my vision. Honestly, I had to agree with the whispers. How could she stay with Minu, who was more like a distant shadow than a caring boyfriend?

Just as I was drifting into my own thoughts, a commotion nearby drew my attention. Eunhyuk, with his usual air of confidence, was gripping another student’s arm. What was going on? I didn’t care enough to investigate further and settled back into my pretense of sleep.

Being a ghost at school has its perks. I get to watch everyone without ever getting involved. It’s a peaceful existence that I’ve grown to appreciate. At home, though, it’s a different story. My family sees me, sometimes more than I’d like.

I have older twin brothers, Jin-ho and Jin-woo. They’re fiercely protective, though sometimes their way of showing it can be a bit rough. They’ll back me up if I’m in trouble but won’t hesitate to tease me if I step out of line. Despite their tough love, I cherish them deeply.

Our family setup is unconventional. My mom is a high-powered lawyer who brings in the bulk of the money, while my dad is the stay-at-home parent. We’re comfortably off but not rolling in riches, which is why I sought out my own job.

That’s how I ended up working at a nearby convenience store. I slip into my uniform, don my glasses—my trusty disguise—and become just another employee. No one here knows me as the quiet girl from school or the youngest child at home; I’m just me.

Early March

The convenience store is my sanctuary. I slipped into my uniform, feeling the familiar comfort of anonymity. The name tag is the only thing that marks me out here.

“Hey, can you stock the shelves?” my manager called out.

“On it,” I said, grabbing a box and heading to the aisles. Stocking shelves is a calming ritual, a contrast to the noise of my thoughts.

As I worked, a familiar face appeared in the store—Eunhyuk. It was odd to see him here; he didn’t seem like the type to frequent convenience stores. Ra-im was with him, browsing the drinks. I didn’t expect to run into either of them.

“Hey,” Eunhyuk said, catching me off guard. “You work here?”

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. “Looking for something?”

He shook his head. “Just grabbing a snack. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Small world,” I muttered, turning back to my task. Eunhyuk lingered for a moment, his presence a curious anomaly in my otherwise mundane routine.

“You’re pretty quiet at school,” he remarked.

“Not much to say,” I replied. Why was he even talking to me?

He shrugged. “Fair enough. See you around.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t shake the flicker of curiosity. Eunhyuk is one of those students everyone knows about but doesn’t really interact with unless circumstances align. We’ve shared passing glances and distant nods, but our worlds never really intersected beyond these brief moments. I’m aware of his presence and his reputation, but our connection remains superficial, marked only by our occasional, minimal interactions.

I finished my shift, the encounter long gone from my mind. Home was a familiar chaos. My brothers greeted me with their usual mix of banter and affection.

“Hey, loser,” Jin-ho called out.

“Shut up,” I shot back, grinning despite myself. This was our way of showing we cared.

“Mom’s working late,” Jin-woo said. “Dad’s making dinner.”

“Great,” I replied, heading to the kitchen. My dad’s cooking was always a highlight of the day.

Sitting down for dinner, I felt a rare sense of contentment. Despite the complexities of life, I had a family that cared, a job that provided me with peace, and a quiet existence that was uniquely mine.

[tudorscrown]

satisfied | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!jareau!reader navigation | cm masterlist warnings: angst, jj-spencer-reader trio, y/n mentioned! based off of hamilton, reader is never going to be satisfied, jeid wedding, spencer literally never talks to reader? what? entirely jj/reader angst and conversations, idk where im going w this tbh word count: 1175 words

Everyone was gathered at Rossi’s for the special wedding of a certain resident genius and communications liaison-turned-profiler, Jennifer Jareau.

They were all stood on the patio. “All right, let’s give it up for the maid of honor, yeah?” Luke said, raising his glass to you, JJ’s little sister.

You were apart of the BAU, following in your sisters footsteps. While she started as the liaison, you were always a profiler.

You smiled and stared at Spencer and your sister. “A toast to the groom!” You raised your glass. “A toast to the bride.” Everyone was raising their glass of champagne as JJ stared at Spencer and you lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your gut.

“From your sister….” You continued. “who is always by your side.” You leaned into Penelope’s side. “To your union.”

“To the pawn shop!” Penelope chimed.

Everyone chuckled. It was because of the pawn shop that JJ confessed her feelings for Spencer and he said he reciprocated them. Now you’re here.

“May you always be satisfied.” You finished, taking a sip of your champagne. Everyone cheered and took a sip of your respective drinks. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. You have always loved Spencer but he loved your sister.

rewind, rewind, rewind

You remembered the day you met Spencer Reid. It was after you had just organized your desk, which was right next to his.

“Who is this?” You heard. You looked up and found a dark man leaning against the desk in front of yours.

You smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N Jareau.” You said, moving to the side of your desk, sticking your hand out.

“Morgan. Derek Morgan.” He said, shaking your hand while maintaining eye contact.

“Another victim?” A brunette says as you sit back down at your desk. She looked at Derek with her eyes raised as she sat at the desk next to his. She looked at you. “I’m sorry for him, he can’t seem to take a hint that some people just don’t want to be bothered. I’m Elle.”

“Y/N Jareau.” You smiled. "You guys worked the case for the Footpath Killer, right?"

"Yeah we did, why?" Elle says, leaning back in her chair.

"Well why did he stutter? I read up on the case because it was the most recent one you guys have done but no where does it say why he stuttered."

Derek sighed. "We've all asked Gideon but he just won't say."

"He wants us to figure it out." A new voice said. You turned around and saw a man around your age, perhaps a year older. He looked up and saw you. "Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid."

You smiled as he took the desk next you. "Y/N Jareau."

Elle's eyes darted between the two of you. She was a profile and never missed a beat on anything, especially how Spencer started to rub his hands nervously against his slacks like they [his hands] were sweaty all of a sudden. "I'm up for a challenge."

"Good, because these go to you." You heard a familiar voice ring out. You stopped looking at the shy brunette in front of you and turned to your blonde sister, who was placing files on Elle's desk. "Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ if you'd like." She smiled.

"Jareau?" Elle questioned, shaking JJ's hand.

"My sister." You said, looking at her adoringly.

i have never been satisfied

It's been eight years since you and your sister met the BAU and you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Your sister was crashing with you at your apartment because her and Will were going through a divorce.

"Y/N?" She asked as you also spoke her name. You both laughed. "I need to tell you something."

"I also need to tell you something." You said with a small smile on your face.

"On three?" She asked. When you both were younger, you would speak what you wanted to talk about at the same time if you both wanted to tell each other something at the same time.

1...

2...

3...!

"I think I'm in--" You started to speak but your sister was faster.

"I think I like Spencer."

Oh.

"He's just so cute and smart." JJ gushed. "He's got me helpless and I've never felt this way about anyone besides Will and I think it's time to move on from him. I'll still have Henry and I'll always love Will in someplace in my heart but I think the rest of it is meant for Spencer." She rambled.

Oh.

"Anyways, what were you going to say?"

You struggled to find words as you shook your head. "I forgot."

if i tell her that i love him she'd be silently resigned

"JJ... there's something I need to tell you." You said as you approached her. It was Rossi's fourth wedding to his third wife and you noticed the longing glances between Spencer and your sister. But only Penelope noticed your glances towards Spencer.

"Yeah?" She asked.

You wondered if this would change your entire relationship between you and your sister. Would she spill to Spencer? Would Spencer hate you? Would she hate you?

"It's really important." You whispered.

She pulled you by your elbow into a secluded corner. "What's wrong?" She said, concern etching itself into her forehead.

"I... I'm in love with Spencer." JJ's face fell.

"What?" Her tone was one of the betrayed sister but she had no reason to feel betrayed, right? You met him first and you were going to tell her that you were in love with him seven years ago so in reality, she betrayed you...? Her hands left your arms and she backed up into the wall, the smallest step told you everything you needed to know. "How long have you loved him?"

"Since... ever, I guess? I was going to tell you but then you told me that you loved him before I could even get the words out and now with the whole pawn shop ordeal I..." You trailed off.

JJ's eyes widened. "Y/N, I told you that seven years ago... you've loved him for at least that?"

"Yeah." You sighed.

"What is it, Y/N?" You snapped out of your daydream, seeing JJ's hand wave in front of your face. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

You decided then and there that telling her, would be a terrible idea and you would never be satisfied no matter what. "I... Roz's birthday is soon and mom wanted to know if we wanted to go back to Pennsylvania to spend the weekend."

"I'll... talk to mom about it." She breathed out.

"Okay." You gave a slight smile before turning and walking away to the open bar. You needed a drink.

at least my dear eliza's his wife; at least i keep his eyes in my life

After taking a sip from your champagne flute, your eyes met with Spencer's hazel ones and you knew then and there that he will never be satisfied, or more importantly: you will never be satisfied.

[kenlvry]

omg i just read the “getting caught making out” and was wondering if you could do it with craig’s gang aswell🙈

craigs gang getting caught making out

an: HELLOO!! i am back from vegas, my brother wasted 300 on gambling and i have never been so motivated to kill someone, also i tried wine and.... yeah idk how to feel oh also i am not making jimmy bc like i said idk how to potray him im so sorry :( also like always 16-17

clyde

hes so mad at you rn, how could you!! while he was out in the field sweating his ass off you were on the bleachers talking so gently to a boy.

he looked over to you and the boy had his arm wrapped around you while you laughed at his joke. but thanks to you he played well, out of jealousy and anger. after the game that they won, cheers could be heard and only then did you realize you literally missed your boyfriend's game. so now here you two were beside the bleachers making out, after the game he sulked and you reassured him with a kiss but one thing lead to another and you two are making out.

your back pressed against the metals while his hand hold your head so you don't feel the metal, his other hand cupping your face holding you close, it was slow and wet, he kissed so well you loved it when you maked out with him or kissed him he was always so experienced.

since you two were on the side bleachers that was far away from everything nobody could really see, stan and craig was searching for him because coach wanted to take a team photo for him to display, searching everywhere and giving up sitting on one of the bleacers. "dude where the heck is he" stan groaned leaning backwards on his seat. then they heard small pants

they looked at each other in somewhat shocked "are they doing what i think their doing?" craig said and peeked thinking it was some perv doing nasty shit but it was his dear friend making out with his girlfriend "clyde?" stan called out and you two jumped staring at the other two, stan looked annoyed and sighed loudly "just say yr jealous stan" clyde winked tilting his head to stan "celebrations can wait, coach needs you" craig said and went down pulling him by his clothing basically dragging him "call me babe!" you laughed lightly knowing if you dont call he'd show up infront of your house

tolkien

you loved this moment right here, you and tolkien making out without a care in the world. it started with him asking you to come over, thinking he wanted to play games or something but when you arrived he wasn't there, checking every corner still no tolkien. then you checked the backyard and there he was in a suit standing while holding flowers and behind him a table for two people.

you laughed at the sudden surprise, him coming to you grabbed your hand and kissed it "mlady" you laughed again at the fancy name he gave you. walking to the table "if i knew we were having a dinner date I would've worn something more fancy" , he wanted to go somewhere more fancy but this town is far from fancy so he resorted to the next best thing. he pulled your chair and you sat while he slowly pushed it.

it was the cutest thing ever, you two had a nice time and before you know it you two were making out , it was so romantic his kisses were delicate. he held your waist gently and the other holding your back so you don't fall over from him leaning you downwards trying to be romantic, your hands held his face not breaking the contact. he holds you so dear and making out with him makes you feel like you two are a married couple growing old tgt

but before you could feed onto your delusions even more, you could hear a familiar voice calling out on tolkiens voice, it was his mom and dad. you both quickly broke the kiss and greeted them, tolkien said they weren't gonna come home until tmr but they stopped by to grab something and you thought you were going to be bribed 10 million dollars to break up with him but you saw them converse with smiles on their face.

leaving the house with a "invite her for dinner next time sweetie" you blushed a little "now where did we left off?" he said and pulled you for another kiss

tweek

boy oh boy does he look stressed rn, he is a cash register, waiter and the one making the coffee at the same time . every minute his twitching worsened, you laughed at how cute he was from the glass door, entering with a ding caused by the bell, tweek shouted "welcome to t-tweek bros!" from the counter while making coffee and when he saw who came he smiled so brightly

keeping professional and trying his best to not hug you tightly while crying about the shitty customers he just smiled while waiting for you to order. "just a water babe, dont wanna stress you out more" you smiled and he smiled back making the water and giving it to your table "how long til your shift ends?" you question while drinking your water "ngghh five minutes!" you hummed at the answer and he walked away

his shift finally ended so now here you two were making out in the break rooms, it was suppose to be him complaining abt the customers today but i guess he had other plans, it was sloppy, it seem as though he didnt even want to kiss you. you smiled at how rushed he was and pulled away, your current position is being pinned onto his locker while he cups your face, your hand on his shoulders pushing him. he looked slightly confused on why you pushed him but you flipped him over so he was pinned against the locker you being shorter grabbed his face and tip toeing to kiss him and he just hold your waist not knowing were else to place his hands

when it seemed like it was getting steady and he wasn't twitching as much the doors opened with a bitchy voice followed "tweek your shift ended right? lets pl- the fuck" tweek jumped at the sudden intrusion " argh! this isn't what it looks like! i mean it is! i mean!" you placed your hand on his shoulders and the rest of the boys walked in "damn tweek i didn't know you were kinky like that" kenny said making the others laugh "shut up!" tweek said as you all walked out, they continued to tease tweek abt this for a couple of days (by they i mean cartman and sometimes jimmy) until you forced them to stop, tweek always kiss at home now, specifically your house, hes too nervous someone will disturb you two.

craig

you dont know how it lead to this but uh here you two are in his kitchen making out... i know how though. you came over to hang out with him......maybe you shouldve come a little later bc rn red racer is on and he refuses to talk to you until after red racer is over. that show is sooooooooo boring to you, you can't say that though.

and damn how long is this show on?? its been 20 minutes now and you two are halfway through the episode. attempting to talk to him again he shushes you and says "wait until red racer is over" for the 100th time you sigh knowing you have to wait even though craig knew impatience is one of your strong personalities.

you decide to go to the kitchen to relieve your thrist, opening the fridge literally eyeing it for a drink and opening and closing it hoping a drink will appear. finally you see water right infront of your fucking eyes,you drink some then put it back, closing the fridge and when your about to turn around someone hugged you. the smell of the cologne was easy to identify, craigs dad.

jk its craig , he wouldn't let go even if you tried, "craig." you said sternly in defeat "sorry, red racer is over now what did you want to talk about?" laying his head in your shoulder, his breath on your neck. you sighed and just when you were about to run he flipped you over to the counter, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter his hand trapping you in "my parents aren't coming home for awhile" he winked "so?" you said in confusion and he just kissed you so yeah now you two are making out

his kisses was lovingly, and sensual... although he doesn't seem experienced he's good at kissing, you put your hand on his shoulders and his hands now on you waist one of them travelling further down to your thigh. as you two were enjoying the moment the door opened, quietly though. you two of course didn't hear it and kept making out and you hear something drop. you two looked over at the door to see almost every boy in the 4thgrade (the relevant ones ofc) butters has dropped his book and was in shock he ran home muttering smthn abt we can only kiss after marriage.

everyone just stood there staring at each other "so are you js gonna stand there?" craig broke the silence "do you want us to come to you then?" cartman said in a sarcastic tone which made craig flip him off "leave" and they left, wow. "isn't that too rude? poor them" you said pitifully looking back at the door. "forget them, your focus is me, where were we hm?" he said as his hands gently pulled you to look in his direction.

[halamet-chalamet]

there's a part in his home tour where he shows his friends wisdom teeth and a screw that im pretty sure was in his body at one point... and he says he's going to give it to a special girl... so I was thinking what if one night the reader is staying at his house and he comes in with the screw wrapped and she opens it and just gives a him a look, like 'really 🙄🤨'

Oh my goshhh! I’ve been so excited to write this pleasssse. It’s so funny let’s gooooo (also side note I came up with this guy Jack bcs idk he needed to be there so yeah)

Warnings: reader gets a knee screw bahaha mention of wisdom teeth. Tooth rotting fluff. Mathew being weird because he is and that’s why we love him. Also I’m bad at point of view and tenses in my writing so their are probably mistakes… also use of Y/N, and M/N (middle name)

Mathew had just gotten home from a day of shooting a new small film he’s in. He didn’t see you this morning and didn’t get to see you, so he had been ecstatic to come home to you.

“Y/n?” He called, but no answer. Mathew figured you were out at the store, or with friends, even though it was slightly odd of you not to at least leave a note. “Y/nnnnn!!” He sang through the house on his way to the bedroom. Before he could open the door he heard a familiar laugh behind the door. “What are you doing?” He asked as he came into the room very unexpectedly. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on, a smile was still plastered on his face at the idea of seeing you after what felt like so long.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologized through wheezes.

“What? What is it?” He was giggling now because your laugh was so contagious. Though as you shook your head he realized he was now on a mission to figure out why you were laughing so hard. “Lemme see your phone!” He demanded in a more playful than scary tone. You shook your head once more. “Y/N!” His voice cracked.

“No Matt! No!!” You said between laughter as he pried the phone from your hands.

“This is my video,” he was confused. How could a tour of your guys’ own house be funny?

“Yes I know.” You said catching your breath.

“Why are you laughing at this? This is literally your house?” ‘Wow’ you thought ‘he genuinely doesn’t know how funny his personality is’.

“You showed them our fireplace,” you raised your eyebrows in hopes of him catching on. But he didn’t. “With Jacks wisdom teeth!” He still didn’t know what was funny. “Annnnd,” you dragged out the nnnn. “Your KNEE screw!”

Mathew smiled at your explanation, “yes.. that’s because my knee screw is in a very special place,” he would’ve continued but you cut him off.

“To give to a very special girl?” I questioned.

“Yes!”

“I don’t want your knee screw..”

“Well, who else would I give it to?”

“No one should GET your knee screw Mathew!” You shouted but not angrily. You were giggling again.

“Fine!” Mathew sighed with defeat and flopped next to you on the bed. “I’m so sleepy.” He sighed into your shoulder, attempting to get as close to you as possible. “Go to sleep, babe.” You answered wrapping an arm around him and letting your own eyes droop as well.

Mathew would have slept in. He loves to sleep especially after work. But the prank master himself had a brilliant idea that couldn’t wait another hour.

Mathew slips into the living room as quietly as possible. Luckily you were sleeping soundly. He takes the screws out of the fire place, double gift wraps them, and then places them in a bag.

You stretched out of bed, feeling the cold space next to you. “Mathew!” He was cooking in the kitchen, way too excited to see your face when you woke up. “In here honey!” He called through the house.

You stumbled out. Clearly having just woken up. “Why are you up?” You asked rubbing your eyes, “and cooking?” Mathew just shrugged. “YOU’RE EVEN WEARING SLIGHTLY PRESENTABLE CLOTHES AT 10AM!” You exclaim in your best morning shout. Mathew just shrugged. “Spill it Gube.” You deadpan.

“I got you something!” He says excitedly. Too excitedly. ‘This has happened before’ you thought. ‘Mathews middle name was prank, and he’s done it too many times’.

“What is it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s for you!” He smiles.

The gift bag was beautiful. A little notecard read ‘for a very special girl’.

“This feels suspicious, Matt.” I continued to unwrap the small box. My jaw dropped. ‘He wouldn’t’

But oh he would, he did. He was making a terrible attempt at containing his laughter. I looked up at him. There were no words. An eye roll and dead pan did the job perfectly.

“I wish I could apologize!” He wheezed. “But it’s too funny!” He was snorting for goodness sake.

“You are ridiculous Mathew Gray Gubler!” I made the meanest face I could to avoid laughter.

“You are adorable Y/n, M/n, Gubler!”

[sleekervae]

The Bride [0.8]

Masterlist

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: Jesse robs Eleanor

Warnings: cursing, slander, mentions of shooting, armed robbery, anxiety and paranoia

Word Count: 4,636

Tag List: @poppyflower-22 @ponyslayer

Time wasn't a constant while they caught up. Eleanor learned more about Billy's journey; his trouble in Mexico and the adrenaline he had in taking another life. Though at the same time he wasn't sorry for it; in this instance it was kill or be killed and despite Eleanor's disappointment, she couldn't blame Billy for his actions. She was just grateful that he was alive.

He went on about meeting Pat, rejoining with Jesse, and how he came to be under Murphy's employment. Having a steady job worked in his favour and kept him out of trouble from the law -- the law of course was in Murphy's pocket, too. Nevertheless, there was no joy or exuberance as Billy spoke, it was clear to Eleanor he didn't enjoy roughing up the locals. They were innocents just trying to make ends meet, they hadn't done anything to wrong him.

At the same time, Eleanor confided in Billy about her father's passing; how she tentatively ventured back to Rosario to take care of his affairs, to identify the body. That was the hardest part; the last time she'd seen her father alive, she was making off with a horse and leaving him in the dust. Now he was just another empty vessel in a musty doctor's office; he was so familiar and yet so foreign to her.

Billy felt for her, he at least got to spend time with his father in his final moments. Eleanor spoke kind in his memory, however there was a lingering resentment in her voice. In the end however she was grateful because he ended up leaving her his land, and quite a bit of money. A woman owning land was so unheard of, and Eleanor was touched that her father regarded her so highly. Though given her past, she didn't feel that Rosario was her home anymore. She heard about Tunstall setting up shop and decided she needed a fresh start, new name, new town, nobody who would know her.

Or so she thought.

Meanwhile, Jesse was pacing back and forth in their encampment; a bottle of whiskey clenched in his hand as he swayed from foot-to-foot. Pat watched him, the brim of his hat low as he tuned the strings on John's guitar.

"What's eating you?" he asked, his voice gruff and low.

"Billy," Jesse spat, "He hasn't come back, yet,"

"I see that," Pat nodded, "Where you reckon he went?"

Bob came hobbling out of his own tent, undoing his trousers as he stumped towards a bush. He laughed under his breath, "He prolly went to make acquaintances with Mr. Riley's wife. You seen the way she was lookin' at 'im?" he gave a whistle, dropping his drawers and relieving himself.

Pat smirked back, turning to the anxious Jesse, "Yeah, you told me how much of a dog he can be. Relax, Jesse," he coaxed, "He'll be back soon,"

Jesse wasn't perturbed. With a final swig of the whiskey bottle, he proceeded to toss it into the dirt, "We'll se about that," deep down in his gut, he had a pretty good idea of where Billy had gone off to...

Eleanor peered through the curtains, the night cloaking Lincoln in its deep, unyielding silence. The streets were still, not a whisper of wind to stir the calm. Her heart, however, was anything but serene, a restless fluttering in her chest that refused to be tamed.

The quiet creak of the powder room door broke the stillness, and Billy emerged, adjusting his shirt with a casual grace. He was a sight to behold, his every movement both familiar and foreign. Eleanor's eyes traced his form before she forced herself to look away, her cheeks warming under his gentle smile.

"You keep looking out the window," Billy remarked as he settled beside her on the bed, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

Eleanor shrugged, a bittersweet smile touching her lips. "I’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s hard to shake the feeling… like someone’s always watching."

Billy’s brow furrowed as a thought struck him, a shadow of concern crossing his features. “Did you know the US Army is here?”

Eleanor’s head bobbed in a slow nod. “Yep. I haven’t seen Harbinger, yet,” the army captain.

“And what if he shows up?” Billy’s question hung in the air, charged with unspoken fears.

Eleanor’s gaze drifted to her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her skirt. “I’ll think of something,” she said softly, “Maybe Johana Delile will just have to disappear for a bit,”

Billy’s eyes narrowed with concern. “Does Tunstall know?”

“No,” Eleanor said firmly, “And if I can manage it, he won’t.”

“He’s going to find out,” Billy warned, his voice tight. “Jesse’s got a bone to pick now.”

Eleanor’s fingers continued their restless dance, her gaze fixed on her lap. “He always finds something to pick,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to mask the edge in her voice.

Billy’s worry deepened, “Not like this. Jesse’s furious. He thinks you betrayed him,”

Eleanor’s shoulders tensed, a sigh escaping her lips. “Dunno' what else you'd call it...” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, especially not by him,” Billy said, his tone earnest and soft.

Eleanor met his gaze, her own filled with a resolve she barely felt. “He won’t hurt me, Billy. Not if he wants the money I owe him,”

In the end, Eleanor understood why Jesse’s fury seemed so personal. Loyalty meant little now; the protection she’d paid for was overdue, and Jesse would have no patience for debts now that he'd found her.

Billy’s eyes softened as realization dawned on him, a shadow of sadness flickering across his face, “That’s why you pulled out the knife so quickly,” he said quietly, a note of sadness threading through his voice. “You thought I was coming to collect,”

Eleanor stood up, her movements steady but her expression strained. She walked to the dresser, her fingers moving with a practiced efficiency as she rummaged through her bag. Her hand closed around the cold surface of the switchblade, a brand new piece of metal with intricate carvings on the handle, the blade was so clean one could almost see their own reflection.

With a deep breath, she pulled out the knife, its surface catching the dim glow of the gas lamp, “Sam said he wouldn't feel right letting me lock up without a little protection -- and this came without a drunken, trigger-happy fool,” she said softly, her gaze lingering on the blade before she handed it to Billy.

Billy inspected the knife carefully, his heart heavy with the realization of how precariously she balanced on the edge of peril. It had been said so frequently: never bring a knife to a gun fight. Billy knew that little gadget would do little to perturb Jesse.

"I'm not gonna' let anything happen to you," he promised.

Eleanor scoffed, "Billy --"

"I mean it, Eleanor," he met her gaze, his piercing blue eyes holding her on the spot, "I don't care what side I'm on; as long as you're here... I can't lose anybody else. I need you to be alright,"

His voice, raw and earnest, cut through the air, each word pulling at the tangled mess of emotions in her chest. It reminded her of the day they found him in the desert—skin blistered, lips cracked, the sun mercilessly beating down on him. He was barely hanging on, so close to the edge that the wind itself might have taken him. And when he finally opened his eyes, it was her face he saw first.

The relief in his gaze had been overwhelming, a moment of pure connection in a world that was anything but kind. Now, as he looked at her with that same intensity, the vulnerability in his eyes was impossible to ignore. That look—like he was still clinging to her, still seeing her as the one thing keeping him tethered to this world—held her captive, just as it had all those years ago.

Eleanor sat down beside him, her hand closing over his, the cool metal of the switchblade still clenched between his fingers. She looked into his eyes, her voice soft but firm, "Hey—I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me," Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, grounding them both in the moment, "I just worry about you. I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me,"

Billy shook his head, a small, almost defiant smile playing on his lips. "I’m not gonna’ get in trouble," he replied, his voice laced with a quiet confidence that almost made her believe him, "They’ll have to catch me first,"

But as the words left his mouth, Eleanor couldn’t shake the heaviness in the air between them. They’d been here before—always pulled back into each other’s orbit, only to be torn apart again by circumstances beyond their control. Their meetings, once innocent (somewhat), had taken on an edge lately, as if each moment together was borrowed time.

Tonight felt different, though. The way he looked at her, the way he held on to her hand like it was the last solid thing in a world that kept shifting beneath their feet—she could sense the desperation beneath his bravado.

Their rendezvous had always carried a hint of danger, but tonight it felt more real, more imminent. The walls they’d built around themselves, the lies they told to survive, were closing in, and she knew that one wrong move could shatter everything.

Eleanor jumped at the sudden banging of a window shutter across the way. It was instinctual at this point to peak behind the curtain of her own window, just to make sure nobody was out there. She figured there had to be a day, somewhere down the line where she could hear noises go off in the night and not have to worry.

"You should get going," she told Billy, "It's late, and Jesse's gonna be on you like flies on a carcass,"

As much as he hated to admit it, Billy knew Eleanor was right. He had to get his story straight by the time he arrived at the encampment, what he would say at the moment however he wasn't sure.

"S'pose so," he stood from the bed, placing the switchblade on the bedside table, "I'll try to keep the guys away from Tunstall's store, if I can,"

"Don't. Don't involve yourself like that," Eleanor shook her head, "But eventually, you are gonna' have to make a choice, Billy. You can't play peace-keeper for so long,"

"What does that mean?" he cocked a brow.

"It means I'm not gonna' hold it against you if you stay on Murphy's side. We all gotta' do what we have to, right?" despite the calm she tried to project, Billy could see the sadness in her eyes. It was like a shadow that never quite left, no matter how much she smiled or reassured him. He knew she understood—better than anyone—that he had a job to do. But the weight of that job, the promises Frank had made about pride and purpose, didn’t sit right with him anymore. The high he was supposed to feel from threatening people, from doing what needed to be done, was nowhere to be found.

Instead, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that only grew stronger every time he remembered the people he was hurting—good, innocent people caught in the same web that had almost strangled him not so long ago.

"That we do..."

Billy wouldn’t say it out loud, not yet, but the cracks in his loyalty were getting harder to ignore. Tunstall’s side, with its promises of something better, something that didn’t leave him feeling hollow, was starting to look a whole lot more appealing. And it wasn’t just the cause that drew him in… it was the thought of a future that wasn’t stained with regret, a future where Eleanor wasn’t just a fleeting moment, but something real.

The cracks in Billy’s resolve deepened the very next day, splintering into something he couldn’t ignore. No matter how hard he tried to keep things from spiraling, he hadn’t seen it coming—Pat pulling out his gun and shooting the Mexican farmer right in front of his family. The man crumpled to the ground, dead before he even hit the dirt. The farmer was about to strike Jesse, but it didn’t matter. Not to the family wailing in despair, the cries of “murderer” in their native tongue echoing in Billy’s ears long after the dust settled.

Billy hadn’t pulled the trigger, but the guilt gripped him like he had. The weight of it pressed down on his chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. He could still see the lifeless eyes of the farmer, still hear the anguished sobs of his wife and children. And no matter how much he told himself he hadn’t done it, he felt every bit the murderer they accused him of being.

Pat was arrested shortly after, the sheriff doing what he could to keep the furious townspeople at bay. But even with the law on Murphy’s side, the sheriff had a line to toe. Whether Pat would hang for it was anyone’s guess, but one thing was clear—Murphy was down a man, and the rest of them were left to pick up the pieces, scrambling to cover lost time and wages. And with every step Billy took, the cracks widened, threatening to pull him under.

News of the farmer’s murder spread through town like wildfire, igniting whispers and fueling fear. In its wake, more farmers turned to Tunstall, signing deals faster than ever. Tunstall. For Eleanor, it meant more goods to sell, more profits for the store, which should’ve been good news. But no amount of business success could quiet the gnawing worry in her gut. Every day, the unease grew, twisting tighter inside her as she wondered how Billy was holding up, praying he wasn’t as deeply entangled in this mess as she feared. But the silence from him only made her worry more.

Eleanor's paranoia gnawed at her, growing stronger with each passing day. Every night, she checked the door twice, her heart pounding as she turned the key, and every time she stepped onto the street, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. She kept glancing over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Jesse lurking at the end of a dark alley or feeling the cold press of a gun at her back. She knew Jesse wasn’t the type to let things go. If he ever came back to the store, she feared he’d do more than just cause a scene.

Her anxiety spiked whenever she caught sight of the army soldiers milling around town. None of them seemed to notice her, but that didn’t stop the dread from building in her chest. What if Captain Harbinger was still looking for her? The thought of being dragged back to Rosario—or anywhere he deemed fit—terrified her more than anything Jesse could do. The idea of being chained to a life she had barely escaped, reduced to nothing more than a captive housewife, was a fate worse than death.

The guilt gnawed at Billy, a constant ache that wouldn't let him sleep. He couldn't shake the image of the farmer's lifeless body, the sound of the family's screams echoing in his mind. So he decided to do the one thing that might ease the weight on his chest—he went to the farmer’s funeral. He didn’t even know the man’s name, but the least he could do was show up, pay his respects, try to make sense of the mess he was part of.

Billy dressed in his best clothes, ones that hadn’t seen dirt or blood, and made his way to the service. The moment he arrived, he could feel the stares, the cold, hard eyes boring into him. His presence was like a dark cloud, unwelcome and heavy, but he stayed. He stayed because he owed it to the man in the ground, and maybe even to himself. Much to his surprise, he wasn't the only outsider attending the funeral.

Charlie Bowdre wasn’t one to get involved in senseless violence, and he had heard enough about Billy—both the legend and the man behind it. Charlie knew Billy wasn’t just some ruthless outlaw, not the cutthroat the stories made him out to be. There was something more to him, something decent.

Charlie saw in Billy a man torn between the life he’d been dragged into and the values he still held deep down. The more they talked, the more Charlie realized that Billy believed in fairness, in giving everyone a shot, not just those with deep pockets. It was a belief that aligned with Tunstall's own ideals, a belief in something better, something more just.

So, Charlie did what he could—he spoke to Billy, man to man. He didn’t push, didn’t preach, just laid it out plain and simple. He offered Billy a chance to switch sides, to stand up for the values they both knew were right. It wasn’t an easy decision, but Charlie’s words stuck with Billy, gnawing at him until he couldn’t ignore them anymore. In the end, it wasn’t just about choosing a side; it was about choosing who he wanted to be. 

On a bright and warm morning, Eleanor rode out to the bank to make the weekly deposit for the store. The sun was just starting to climb higher in the sky, casting a golden light over Lincoln. The air was still, almost too still, and the usual bustle of the town seemed oddly subdued. Eleanor kept her eyes forward, focused on the road ahead, the satchel of money securely tied to her saddle.

As she rode, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was too quiet, too calm, like the town was holding its breath. But she pushed the thought aside, blaming it on the nerves that had been gnawing at her ever since Billy's last visit. She was almost at the bank, just a few more minutes and she’d be done, back in the safety of the store, where she could keep an eye on things.

But as she reached the horse tie-off that ran beside the bank, a shadow moved across her path. Before she could react, Jesse stepped out in front of her horse, his hand casually resting on the butt of his revolver. His face was a mask of cold indifference, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Morning, Eleanor,” he drawled, his voice low and calm, as if they were just old friends having a chat.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm, to not show the fear that was threatening to consume her, “Jesse,” she replied, her voice steady, though her mind was racing. She knew better than to whip the reins and try to run. Jesse was too quick for that.

He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey, "Sorry -- I forgot you go by Johana now," he said, his eyes flicking to the satchel.

"I don't reckon you care, much," she replied, her throat tightening as he moved even closer, close enough that she could see the tension in his jaw, the barely contained anger simmering beneath the surface, "I was sorry to hear about Pat,"

"I'm sure you were..." he shrugged, "If that fuck'n Mexican just knew his place --"

"Don't start with that," she huffed, "What do you want?"

Jesse’s hand moved to the satchel, his fingers brushing against the leather strap, "What do I want? I want my own distillery so I never have to pay for whiskey again," he met her gaze, his tone mocking, "And I wanna' drag you into the desert and teach you a couple lessons. But I'll settle for this money bag,"

A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t resist as he untied the satchel from her saddle. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, she saw the old Jesse, the one who had once cared for her, protected her. But that Jesse was long gone, replaced by this cold, calculating man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

"You can be mad at me all you want, Jesse," she said softly, trying to appeal to his sympathy -- if he had any left, "If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same thing,"

"Really?" he scoffed, "I took good care of you, I made sure you were fed, made sure you were protected. And how do you repay me?" his hand came over her skirt, squeezing over her thigh. Eleanor fought to urge to kick him away, "You just take off with no explanation. No loyalty. And since you still owe me for protection, consider this you fulfilling your debt," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, but the threat in his words was clear. He tucked the satchel under his arm, his gaze never leaving hers.

"This mean you're gonna leave me alone, now?" she asked.

"Perhaps?" he shrugged, "Or maybe I'll come by the store from time to time, scope out the goods... just say hi," he added, his voice softening slightly, as if he almost regretted what he was doing. But then, just as quickly, the softness was gone, replaced by that same hard, ruthless edge.

"You take care now, Johana,"

Without another word, Jesse turned and walked away, disappearing back into the alley as quietly as he had appeared. To anyone passing by, it would have looked like nothing more than a brief conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. But Eleanor knew better. She had just been robbed, and not just of money, but of whatever hope she had left that Jesse might leave her alone.

She waited until he was out of sight before she allowed herself to breathe again, her hands trembling as she gripped the reins. The warmth of the morning sun suddenly felt oppressive, the brightness of the day a stark contrast to the cold fear that now gripped her heart.

Billy strolled into Tunstall’s store, shoulders back but head low, eyes scanning the place like he was expecting trouble. The bell above the door jingled softly, but the only other sound in the shop was the steady swish of a broom across the floor. Sam, preoccupied with sweeping, didn’t even notice Billy until he turned around.

"Have a look at whatever you want—" Sam began, but then his gaze landed on Billy. His expression darkened immediately, "Oh, it’s you," he huffed, pausing mid-sweep, "Here to turn my shop over again? Make some menial threats, or is there something else you’re after?"

Billy shook his head, the weight of regret pulling at his chest.,"No," he said quietly, eyes downcast. "I’m really sorry about that…" He hesitated, swallowing hard before forcing out the question that had been burning on his mind since he set foot in town. "Is El—Johana here?"

Sam’s eyes narrowed, suspicion etched into every line of his face. He didn’t answer right away, just let the silence sit there, thick and uncomfortable, like he was waiting for Billy to crack under the pressure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sam spoke, his tone clipped and cold. "No," he replied curtly, his jaw tightening, "She’s off today. Got robbed down at the bank,"

The words hit Billy like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling. He tried to hide his reaction, but the shock must have shown on his face because Sam’s glare only deepened.

"Robbed?" Billy echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. A knot of guilt twisted in his stomach. He should’ve been there. He should’ve protected her.

"Yeah," Sam snapped, clearly not in the mood for small talk. "Some jackass took off with the week’s earnings,"

Billy clenched his fists at his sides, anger and frustration bubbling up inside him, "Do you know who did it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though he could feel it cracking around the edges.

Sam shot him a pointed look, as if to say he knew damn well who was behind it, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he just turned back to his sweeping, dismissing Billy with a shrug.

"Does it matter?" Sam repeated, his voice a little louder this time, the edge of resignation cutting through. "What’s done is done. What do you want with her, anyway?"

Billy opened his mouth to answer, but the words caught in his throat. What did he want with Eleanor? Was he here to check on her, to see if she was okay? Or to bear his soul to her, aching for some forgiveness he felt he should repent for?

He shook his head, trying to clear the fog that had settled in his mind. "Don't matter, I guess," he muttered, more to himself than to Sam. "... Is Tunstall here?"

"Mr. Tunstall's away," Sam said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something Billy couldn’t quite place, "... But if you want, you can go and meet his lawyer, Mr. McSween,"

Billy’s brow furrowed as he considered the offer. There was a pause, a beat where he could almost hear the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what Sam was getting at, "And he can give you a good account of what's actually happening here in Lincoln,"

"What is actually happening here in Lincoln, Sam?" Billy asked, his voice carrying the weight of the countless rumors and half-truths he’d been hearing since he first set foot in town, "‘Cause everybody around here seems to have their own angle on it. What's yours?"

Sam stopped sweeping, leaning on the broom as he looked Billy square in the eye. "Well, I think we're on the verge of a big war... a war between Murphy and Tunstall. And as far as I can see, one side is right, and the other side is plain wrong,"

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Billy could feel the tension in his chest tightening, the lines between right and wrong blurring in his mind. He’d been working for Murphy for long enough to know what kind of man he was, what kind of power he wielded. But hearing it from Sam, someone who clearly had no love for Murphy’s crew, made it all feel more real, more immediate.

"If I agree to meet with McSween," Billy started, his voice cautious, "it has to be in secret. No one can know about it."

Sam nodded, understanding in his eyes. "You can tell McSween... it's just a friendly visit,"

Billy swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "I'm not ready to commit to anything. I still work for Murphy,"

There it was, the confession that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for days, the admission that he was still tied to the man who had caused so much pain and suffering in this town. But there was something about Sam’s words, the way he spoke with such conviction, that made Billy wonder if maybe—just maybe—there was another way.

Sam didn’t push, didn’t try to sway him one way or the other. He just nodded again, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Just think about it," Sam said, his voice softer now, almost gentle, "Think about what side you really want to be on when the dust settles,"

[juniorig0327]

Wrote this in like two hours how do y'all feel about this?

Percy can’t believe it went wrong so quickly.

He was enjoying his well deserved retirement from the demigod life, hell he was getting to a point where he almost believed he deserved it. That’s when he heard his mom call his name.

“-Percy! Hurry come quick!” Sally called out and he came rushing into the other room, clutching his pen.

“Mom? What’s wrong..?”

The only thing she did was point to the radio and turn up the volume.

“…This is KTU in Honolulu, Hawaii. I am speaking from the roof of the Advertiser Publishing Company Building. We have witnessed this morning the distant view a brief full battle of Pearl Harbor and the severe bombing of Pearl Harbor by enemy planes, undoubtedly Japanese. The city of Honolulu has also been attacked and considerable damage done. This battle has been going on for nearly three hours. One of the bombs dropped within fifty feet of KTU tower. It is no joke. It is a real war–”

His hands began to tremble. War? Oh no, oh hell no. He’d had enough war in lifetime. First with Kronos and then with Gaea. He was not going to fight in another war, he wanted no part in it, especially a war against mortals. Killing insane Titans and Primordial beings was one thing, but humans? Humans who bled red? Humans in which the only difference between them is that their ambition wasn’t golden? Not humans. He’d avoided directly killing demigods, people with flesh and blood like him – maybe not like him, he felt more god than human these days, those people were more human than he was weren’t they? – before, but he had a feeling. This might not be something he could escape from. He clenched his fists as they began to tremble and the talking continued.

“The, uh…public of Honolulu has been advised to keep in their homes and away– uh from the Army and Navy. There has been serious fighting going on in the air and on the sea. The heavy shooting seems to be…”

Fuck. Was it just his mind or did everything seem to be closing in on him? It got way harder to breathe, like it was a struggle to inhale and exhale. He could feel shaking at the balls of his feet but he didn’t know where it was coming from. All he could hear was static in his ears. Was he dying? Was this the part where his life would flash before his eyes? Would he open his eyes (he doesn’t remember closing them) and be in Charon’s boat? 

“--Percy!”

Something cut through the static. It sounded familiar, the voice (not like the voices in his head– something real). He heard the voice again, calling for someone. Percy? Who was Percy? Was that him? He didn’t know. 

“Percy. You’re in New York right now and I need you to calm down sunshine.’

Annabeth? That sounded like Annabeth. But Annabeth wasn’t here, was she? (Suddenly it got a lot easier to breathe.)

“Sunshine, I need you to open your eyes.”

Well, if it was Annabeth, he could trust her. He opened his eyes hesitantly to see an IM of Annabeth in front of him. “Annabeth..” He let out a sigh, looking up at her. “... I– we’re going to have to fight. Again. Against mortals.” 

“Percy you can’t think like that.”

“Yeah, you’re right I guess.”

-

“Yesterday the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya. Last night Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong: Last night Japanese forces attacked Guam. Last night Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands. Last night the Japanese attacked Wake Island. And this morning the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday and today speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our Nation.

As Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense.”

Percy began packing his bags, staring at the sheet of paper on his desk. He felt a surge of rage and bitterness thinking about it. He was supposed to be done with fighting, all of this. But no, now he has to go fight for a country he’s not even sure he wants to fight for. But he has to fight, he has to fight against another evil, an evil that's not something of the godly world, but someone (thing) so terribly human it disgusts him.

“But always will our whole Nation remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory, and our interests are in grave danger.”

He slung the bag over his shoulder with the letter in his pocket, taking – possibly – one last look at his room before closing the door. He stepped out to see his mom and Annabeth standing beside each other. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he stepped forward to kiss his mom on the cheek. “I’m gonna miss you both. Ma, don’t get all lonely without me. Don’t forget I’m an IM– or a letter – away, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He couldn’t help but be upset. Paul was at Pearl Harbor and died (in water, in his domain, in his dad’s domain. He can’t forgive himself for that) and now he was being drafted. His mom would be all alone (because of him the voice in head head helpfully supplies).

“With confidence in our armed forces with the unbounding determination of our people we will gain the inevitable triumph so help us God.”

He turned to Annabeth and cupped her face, leaning in for a passionate kiss. He could taste the coffee on her tongue as he brushed his thumb over her cheek. After kissing way too long for being in front of his mother he pulled away. “I’ll be back. I promise. Never Again remember?” He said, his voice shaky, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. 

“Yeah.” She said back, her voice just as shaky as they pushed their foreheads together for a brief moment. Annabeth was the first one to pull back. “Go.”

“I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire.”

 February 5, 1942 Percy Jackson left for war.

[fairykazu]

hey shawty

congrats on the followers!

may i get some liliacs with kazuha please?

🫱💷

thank you

𓍢ִ໋fresh lilacs with kazuha kaedehara prompt: new flowers every week event masterlist 𝜗𝜚 genshin masterlist

every other week, there was a knock on your door followed by a bouquet of flowers laying on your porch. it was clear that you had a secret admirer that set their eyes on you, but you weren't sure who it would be.

knocks could be heard from your front door, you peeked through the door hole, seeing it was a familiar ivory ahoge sticking up. oh! kazuha, he's early today. he pointed at the lilacs in a glass vase,"another bouquet? from who?" he asked, leaning on the kitchen's island.

you shrugged, "i'm not sure, actually. do you think their intent is good? this could be like a stalker case."

kazuha choked, losing his balance a little bit. concerned, you helped him regain it, "you okay?"

"yeah! i'm pretty sure this person wouldn't have bad intentions, name. besides, only like a few people know where you live anyway."

"that's true, that narrows down my suspicions of people too!" you quipped back, excited. well, to be frank, you knew it was someone close to you but you weren't sure who it was. "did you had a guess?"

"probably like heizou?"

annoyed, kazuha scrunched his nose, covering it up badly with a fake sneeze. "heizou? why?"

"bless you," you laughed while you fiddled with the petals of the lilacs, "i was just hoping the secret admirer would be cute... wait thats besides the point. kazuha, how should i catch this secret admirer? i don't think they're willing to reveal themselves."

"well, you could wait for them like kids do on christmas." kazuha suggested. although, it did sound like a joke, he noticed your eyes lit up as he awkwardly thought you wouldn't take it seriously.

"smart! ill do that. do you want to spy on them with me?"

kazuha politely declined, "uh, i have plans tonight, sorry, name."

"don't even sweat it, kazuha!" you replied, waving it off. "if i do catch them ill text you."

it felt childish to stay up early to see who sent it just like kids who wait on christmas eve, waiting for santa. this time, the secret admirer was a bit faster but wasn't slick this time. you peeked through your windows, ducking out of their view every time they looked up.

maybe you could just call kazuha right now and tell him you saw the secret admirer! they had lilacs again tonight. you rummaged in your room, finding your phone on your nightstand.

dialing kazuha <3 . . .

weirdly enough, you could hear the secret admirer's phone ring outside too. on your knees, you peeked out the window, one hand on the window casing and other hand holding your phone. the figure picked up the phone and-

"hey, name did you see the person?" kazuha asked as you coughed loudly, falling down and hitting your head all at once. there's no way, kazuha would do that? though, he did act weird when you thought the person was heizou. strange.

"are you okay? did you hit your head?" he asked.

"uh, yes, don't worry. what did you ask earlier?" you left your phone on the floor, getting up from the floor. you peeked out once more, kazuha was gone, probably hidden in the alleyways. but a tuff of white hair in the corner told you otherwise.

kazuha repeated his earlier question, "did you see the secret admirer guy?"

you lied, "no i haven't actually." kazuha let out a sigh of relief, not so sneaky now, are you?

"really? that's a shame." you agreed with a hum,

"do you think the secret admirer would ever reveal themselves? or would they play the long game, miraculous ladybug style."

kazuha laughed at your reference, you could hear the smile in his voice, "jeez, i don't know, maybe?"

"really?"

"i mean, do you even like the flowers?"

"well, yeah, they bring a pop of color in my house. i don't hate it. but i just wanted to know who is it, you know? what would you think if someone did that for you?"

"im not sure if im being honest. i'd probably have them as a keepsake." kazuha trailed off, deep in thought. "but if they were from you, i'd try my best to maintain its shelf life."

"kazuha do you like me?" you asked, bluntly. kazuha spluttered out a cry before muting himself. you could see in the corner of your eye, he tripped over a small pebble, landing on his side. he quickly stood up, nervous, clearing his throat.

"yes."

"are you outside of my house?"

"what? no... im not a creep!" he yelped back. hes hiding in a bush. "look up for me," you told him as you opened your window. the gush of wind hits your face,

"kazuha! i like you too!" you shouted as he hopped out of the bushes, lilacs in his hand with his jaw dropping to the ground.

he ran to your gated front yard, "HOLY SHIT! ME TOO." confused, he corrected himself, "wait, i mean, i like you too!"

"you're so stupid, kazuha, you know if you confessed like a normal person, i wouldve accepted right?"

"good to know so can we wait like a couple pf business days and i can redo my confession."

"hmmm, no! want to sleepover?"

"aye, aye captain!"

[citrus-wall-paint]

idk how to put things under the cut so im sorry women but erm. Greed!!!!

this would take place towards the end of the team Greed camping trip arc when they're making a pit stop to spend the night in some random town

(tldr; Greed meets Dolcetto's parents and freaks out)

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Slums, late Spring of 1915

“Woah! You gonna share some of that?”

“I’m hungry” Ed groaned, but he still tore off a piece of the sweet bread he was holding and gave it to Greed.

“Yeah, yeah, I could take that whole loaf if I cared enough” he huffed and he bit into the food. “Holy shit”

“Right?? I’m gonna have to get that recipe for Winry.”

“Where’d you even get this?” Greed asked, tearing off another piece, earning a glare from Ed.

Before he could answer though, Greed heard that familiar voice in the back of his mind. ‘Let's switch, I wanna try!’

“Fine” Greed grumbled, and suddenly his demeanor changed as Ling ate his piece. “Mmm! That's so good!”

“Oh, come on, Greed, don't let that fatass out, he’ll eat all of it!” Ed huffed.

Ling laughed brightly, which seamlessly switched back into Greed’s laugh as he relaxed against the wall again. Ed couldn’t help but smile. Man, they were starting to get along well.

He remembered Greed’s question, and his smile widened even more. “This sweet older couple, the Lavotchkin’s, I think? They were so awesome, they gave me a whole meal!” he beamed, but when he turned to see his friend, he stopped. “Greed?”

He looked like he’d been shot. There's no way… no, no that’s probably just a common last name, yeah? That’s all… it can’t… it can’t be.

Suddenly, he stood. “What house?”

“Wha-?”

“What. house.” he repeated, and if Ed didn't know any better, he would be scared for that couple's safety. But Greed didn’t hold any anger behind his eyes, it was guilt. He swallowed and stood. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but he figured that this wasn’t something that Greed would give up on. “I’ll take you”

The mood was gravely different now and Greed didn't say a word, even as Ling tried to get him to at least explain the connection. Even still, he had a feeling what it might be, especially considering how shakey Greed’s hands were.

Ed knocked on the door, and when a sweet old woman opened it to see a visibly frustrated Ed, she seemed concerned. Ed’s face softened, but before he could try to explain anything, Greed interrupted him.

“Was your son Dolcetto?”

The silence now was even more deafening than earlier, and Ed turned to face Greed with a pained, shocked expression. Oh.. if he had known, then maybe… but Greed was looking forward, determined to know if he was right, or if he really was losing it.

After a long moment of silence, where Ed was sure the woman would shut the door in their faces, she cracked a pained smile. “You knew my son?”

-

The house was incredibly comfortable, with pictures all over the walls and shelves, a lifetime of memories for the family. All of the furniture was either covered in colorful blankets or doilies, and the ever present smell of good food coming from the kitchen made the atmosphere feel like home. Greed’s eyes were glued to the floor.

“Ormeasco! We have more guests!” she called into the kitchen brightly as they passed by before sitting the boys down at their small nook table. “Now, sweet boy, how did you and Dolcetto meet?” she practically beamed as she asked, sitting across from Greed. She read his expression as shy, but Ed knew he was terrified.

“Uh, we met during the war.” he muttered.

“Oh my, you look awfully young to have been out to war, what were your parents thinking?” she tutted.

“Ran away,” he said flatly. This woman was so sweet… he couldn’t believe that he was the reason her son was dead. He couldn’t stand to look at her. What was he expecting?

She nodded in understanding. “And you… you were friends with my boy?”

The words were stuck in his throat. He felt such a searing pain he didn’t know what to do. He couldn't answer the question. “He was pretty popular, you know.” he muttered, cracking the slightest of smiles. Ed had never seen him like this before. “He really had a… a family. Lots of people looking out for him.”

She nodded again. She didn’t need to be told their fate, the poor child’s body language gave it all away. “I’m so glad to hear that. He was such a good boy, so loyal to those he loved, and to his country. I’m sure he’s smiling down at us right now.”

He shifted uncomfortably. He was totally out of his element. This woman was told her son died years ago in the war, not that he was killed a few months ago because Greed couldn't protect him. And then he remembered… he remembered Dolcetto’s little brother. He remembered how he broke into his bar to get food, how he dragged Greed along to “save his brother”... hell, if they never met, Greed would never have gone to break his chimeras out of that lab. He was glad that Dolcetto sent him home, that kid deserved a life better than he could have gotten at the Devil’s Nest. But sometimes he wondered why. Why did Dolcetto stay? Why didn’t he go home? He was the only one with a family, surely they would’ve understood… but damn, now was not the time to get lost in all of that. At least his little brother got to come home.

“I knew your other son, too.” he said a bit brighter. “That kid was so fiery, would you believe that I met him when he ran away?”

This got a laugh out of Mrs. Lavotchkin, and she smiled so brightly. “Yes, our little Barolo. Ran away to see his brother and came back with the wildest stories of human-animals and invincible monsters. Whatever friends he made, he sure admired them.”

The sadness behind Greed’s eyes was somehow deeper, but he was smiling now. “Glad he made it home safe, then. Where is he? He’s gotta be in university by now?” Honestly, he wasn't even sure of the kid’s exact age, but knowing how energetic and passionate he was, he must've made a name for himself by now.

But, Mrs. Lavotchkin’s smile was much dimmer now. “Oh my dear, Barolo fell ill. He passed away the summer after he came home.”

All the color drained from Greed’s face as he abruptly stood. He looked like he was simply about to collapse from all of the new information today, mumbling an “excuse me” before nearly running out the door, just as Mr. Lavotchkin was bringing out dinner.

Ed stared helplessly as Greed bolted, hoping that Ling wouldn’t let him run far. “I’m sorry, maam.” he sighed, turning back to face Dolcetto’s mom.

“Don't be.” she hummed sadly before looking up at her husband. “They were just asking about our boys. It seems their loss was hard on everyone.”

He nodded carefully, setting the meal down. “Do you want help finding your friend?” he asked softly, despite his stern presence.

“N- no, it’s okay. I’ll go get him” he said, awkwardly standing with another sigh. “I’m sorry for the trouble, really.”

“Nonsense.” she tutted softly. “Hearing that our boys were that deeply loved is everything a mother would want to hear.”

-

“Greed? What the h-” he stopped when he saw his friend behind the inn they were staying at, hunched over and dry heaving. His stomach still burned - he’d never gotten sick before so this was just fucking great, what perfect timing.

Ed sighed, disappearing for a moment before returning with a glass of water.

“Bread’s not sitting with me, I shouldn't eat” he muttered. And well, at least, that's what he thought was going on.

“Your structure is still human. You’ll feel better if you eat.” he reasoned, but it lacked its normal frustration. He always figured that Greed cared about those Devil’s Nest guys, but he had no idea he was this torn up about it. Ling, on the other hand, did. He tried to stay quiet when Greed was having these moments, trying to radiate as much comfort and understanding as he could, even if he wasn’t sure Greed would open up enough to take it. Ed held out the water, but Greed shook his head. “I need a smoke”

“I’m not letting you mess up Ling’s body like that”

“He’ll heal, dumbass”

“Addiction, dumbass.” he huffed before offering Greed the water again, and he reluctantly took it. “C’mon, go to bed. It’s my turn to patrol.”

-

He tried, honestly, he did. He laid down and stared at the ceiling for maybe an hour before making his way up to the roof. It was so much more peaceful, the sky looked so big, the breeze soothing, the view incredible... Ed even somehow looked smaller all the way down there, and that thought got a chuckle out of the equally-restless Ling.

‘Can I ask you something?’

Greed sighed, running a hand through his hair. He used to get freaked out whenever Ling would randomly speak in his head, but now, he didn’t mind it. It was weirdly grounding.

“Depends.”

‘Hm. nevermind.’

“Huh? Then why-”

‘I said nevermind’

“Damn, you’re annoying”

‘I know.’

Greed huffed out a sigh, laying back on the cold tile.

‘It’s just…’

“Oh my god pissant spit it out.”

‘Do you really believe that reactions like this mean nothing?’

“Huh?”

‘You got so emotional you made yourself sick. And you think that means nothing? That they meant nothing?’

“Shut the hell up.”

‘Greed you have t-’

“Shut the hell up Ling!”

He wanted to keep pushing. Greed was just so damn stubborn, Ling knew that he had such a caring heart, he just needed that breakthrough, needed to just admit that he cares about others, because that doesn't make him weaker, it makes him better... But also, he had been through a lot today. Ling, admittedly, didn’t like it when he got so upset. It was weird having such an emotional attachment to him, but it wasn’t like he was going to push it away like Greed did. He sighed, but didnt say anything else, even after Greed calmed down.

The rest of the night was spent in silence. Neither of them slept, but it felt like in no time at all, the sun rose again and the town was coming back to life.

“Excuse me? Son?”

Greed shot up from his sitting position, looking down from where he sat to see… fuck. He climbed down the roof in a way that hopefully wouldn’t let her question his humanity. She was holding something… a tray, but it was covered.

“I’m glad I caught you. My husband and I made something for you.” she smiled, handing him the tray. “It was Dolcetto’s favorite,” she added quietly.

He peeked under the cover… fuck. He remembered when Dolcetto would make this all the time - or, try - at least. His words were caught in his throat again when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“And this.” she added, holding up a photograph. It was Dolcetto and Barolo. She gently set it down on top of the covered tray in Greed’s arms, and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before dropping her hand. “Stay safe out there, please.” she added before leaving Greed with his thoughts.

He looked down at the photograph on the tray, which was shaking in his hands. He hoped tear stains didn’t ruin polaroids.

[lilzyex]

Bloodstains of a past life ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. M.S (chapter 2)

IN WHICH

Julia went to a bonfire party where she met a sort of strange set of triplets. She never heard their name before. Never even saw their face, but they felt so familiar. Everyone around them knew them well. Even her closest friends which was weird. They never talked about them. But now it seems as if they attended her high school for years.

(A/N SORRY FOR THE LATE POST I WAS REALLY BUSY also. I’m writing another fanfic I CANT STICK TO ONLY ONE LMAOO BUT ILL BE POSTING BOTH OF THEM BC IM CHAOTIC ASF.)

My vision was blurry as I ran through the forest. I ran for what felt like decades without stopping but I didn’t feel tired. Suddenly I stopped running against my will. I looked around and my vision felt so real. But my body didn’t. I saw a black figure walk towards me and horror flushed through my face that I couldn’t see. Matt was standing infront of me but something was terribly wrong about him. Blood was leaking from his mouth, unsure whose it was. When he opened his mouth two of his teeth were abnormal. I tried to run. I tried to scream. I couldn’t do anything.

Suddenly I wake up in my room, my breathing was heavy as I looked around my dark room. I quickly turned on my light and still my surroundings and vision were blurry.

My mom came into my room. “Honey is everything okay?.” She asked with a concerned look on her face. “Yeah.” I answer palming my face “why are you in my room what’s going on?” I look on my bedside table to look what’s the time and before I could my mom said

“Honey how do you know you’re in a dream?” She asked with a weird tone.

“I don’t know?.” I say

“You have more fingers. Remember that. Mary. ” She said smiling

I look over to my fingers counting them.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

11.

12.

13.

14.

I quickly woke up again this time it was 7 in the morning the sun was up as I gasped for air.

“Fucking hell.” I quickly looked at my fingers and saw that they were normal. I looked around my room and my vision wasn’t blurry anymore.

I quickly got ready for school and came downstairs.

My mom was watching the news with horror on her face “mom? Is everything okay?” I ask my voice trembling still scared after the dreams I’ve had “they found a girl in the woods. Dead.” She said.

“Who is it?” I ask concerned I take a closer look to the news and realise.

It’s the girl from friday night. “Mom she goes to my school.” I say my jaw dropped “how did she die?” I ask

“They think it was an animal attack. She got bit multiple times in her neck. Poor girl.”

Fuck no. I stood there with fear.

The bitten Mary story. Why is everyone calling me Mary. First Matt then my mom in my dream. My thoughts were racing in my head.

What is going on.

I realised I need to get more information out of those triplets. Something isn’t right with them. How come people act as if they knew them for years. And why do weird stuff keep on happening to me ever since I’ve heard their name for the first time. Or was it even the first time?.

“I’m gonna go to school…” I mumble to my mom as I slowly leave the house “be careful Julia.”

Chris closed his locker and flinched to the sight of Julia standing right next to his locker

“Right your gonna tell me who the fuck are you.” Julia said furiously

Chris eyebrows scrunched up as he chuckled “what are you even talking about?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb how does everyone know you and what on earth is happening” I say grabbing his arm when he wanted to walk away

“I go to this school??? And what do you mean what’s happening?” He said “the girl. She fucking died.”

“Which girl?”

“The one who went in the forest?” I yelled

“I don’t know. Probably bitten Mary.” He teased me. Chris looked me up and down and said “look. I don’t know what’s your problem with me Matt and nick. But we didn’t do anything to you. So I don’t know what this lunatic bullshit is about.” Chris said as he left me standing next to his locker feeling a little bit guilty.

Am I really being a lunatic? But something just isn’t right I know it.

The bell rang. And I walked to my first class. Still unable to comprehend everything.

(IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT IM TIRED. )

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 6 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

"Hey, Yuu! Hey, Grim! How's your day?"

"Hey, Korrak! Hey, Mandible! Guess what happened in first period?"

"Ooh," Mandible chirps, "did someone flirt with the teacher?"

"Myeehh... Nope. Some kid showed up late, and asked another kid what he had up his ass when the other kid told him to try and be on time!"

Epel, Korrak, Mandible, and Rook all burst out laughing, along with several other kids who heard Grim telling the Tale of Trappola.

"Firs' period 'n our class, sum' kid wen' on ahead an' tried t' flirt wit' Crewel! Didn't go well fer 'im, no s'prise there."

Vil is still trying to hold in his laughter. "Who exactly thought it was a bright idea to show up late for first period?"

"The claustrophobe from the entrance ceremony. I told the teacher, mya-ha! He asked the question to a new friend of ours."

I nod. "Yeah, there's a Heartslabyul right in front of us who's really nice. Then there's Trappola..."

"The gall o' some folk, eh? Hey, I dun' think we've really met- name's Epel! Nice t' mee'cha!"

"Nice to meet'cha too, Epel! I'm Yuu- Y-u-u, not y-o-u- and this is my familiar, Grim!"

Epel and I shake hands. Epel then shakes hands (paws?) with Grim unasked, so I like him more than I did listening to him, Korrak, and Mandible becoming friends this morning.

"It's nice to see you all getting along so well. Remember to keep a balanced diet, alright? In other words, that is entirely too much watermelon. Take some of the fish."

"We did, Vil."

"Where is it?"

I point to Grim. Vil chuckles.

"Well, just make sure he switches shoulders every once in a while. Otherwise, it'll ruin your posture. Same with you, Korrak. Mandible needs to sit on your left shoulder as often as he stays on your right."

Korrak nods. "Yes, sir."

"Ah, such young innocence, pushing through the teenage years! If only lunch lasted longer... Alas, there are many things I cannot change. Nonetheless, Beuté!"

"Hey, Rook is right! We have ten minutes to get to our next class!"

"Mandible is right. Come on, Epel!"

With that, Epel, Mandible, and Korrak all rush off to finish their food and get to their next class. Grim and I share a look before running after them, eating watermelon all the way.

"Bye, Deuce! We'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Yuu! Bye, Grim! I'll see you in History!"

I sigh. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Grim? For a first day of school, I'd say that was awesome!"

"I have to agree! Can't wait to go to dinner and bed..."

I laugh. Grim is sitting on my other shoulder- per Vil's advice- and is flat-out pooped. He appears satisfied, though. I imagine I look similar. Oh, well. Nothing to do now but eat, the bedtime routine we're going to be doing all the time now that we're in Pomefiore, and a good night's rest. Maybe a meet-up with Korrak and Mandible- after all, you don't have to be Heartslabyul to spill tea.

Dinner is mostly silent. Everyone is too hungry to talk and too tired to stay at the table once they're done- such a thing would delay bedtime! Most of the chatter occurs on the way to and in the Backstage Room, as we freshies have started calling it.

"So, what happened to the flirt?"

"Ah, he had t' wash all th' mirrors 'n the school- 'cept the magic one, course. All wit' Vargas watchin'! 'Heard 'e kept on givin' 'im terrible dating advice th' whole time! Musta been a sight t' behold, I tell ya. What o' Trappola?"

"He had to wash every seat in the classroom after school. So, 40 chairs. By hand. Alone. To a shine. Those chairs are going to be cleaner tomorrow than they were today!" I glance left. "Korrak, wake up."

"Eh?" He really needs sleep. He got here first, though, so I imagine he'll be first to bed.

"You're done with the routine, Korrak. C'mon, let's get to bed." Korrak complies with his familiar's suggestion and carries himself out of the room, 'possum in his arms. I stop brushing Grim and flip him over.

"Purrrrrrrr, this is awesome. Rrrrrrrrrrr..."

Grim continues his happy rumbles as Epel stands and yawns. "See ya' t'morrow, pal." With that and a pat on the shoulder, he's gone, as are most the people in the room.

"Murrr, that's it?"

Grim keeps purring as I pick him up, stroke his stomach, and carry him to our dorm room. Korrak has done us the favor of forgetting to lock the door, so I do that myself before I put a sleeping Grim in his cat bed and a tired myself into my changing room of a closet to put on my pajamas.

"I wish I had magic..." The words are quiet, nearly silent on my lips, but oh-so-true. These people- these mages- can do so much with so little, and I just can't.

The glass of water is still on the nightstand when I lie down in bed. Now or never, I suppose.

Despite my efforts, all I get are ripples across the surface from the students still walking in the hallway. I sigh. No magic for me.

"Come on, Yuu. You're in Pomefiore, the dorm of tenacity! You can do it. Just go to sleep and stop worrying, just for the night."

I smile, softly. "Come on, Grim," I start, "we both know that mirror sorted you." My voice is somber. Why wouldn't it be? I'm too tired to pretend I'm Perfectly Fine with being the only one in a mage school with no magic. Still, Grim is right- I should just go to sleep.

Tonight, I dream of miracles.

[scullysexual]

It Happened One Night (4/?)

Scully is an escort who is hired by Mulder because he is going through a divorce and may lose his kid. It was supposed to be one night, they were never supposed to meet again, yet fate has other plans for them.

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I don't even know where the other chapters are on this site so if you want to read from the beginning you'll have to go to ao3 for it. I can't promise that it won't be another year for the next chapter because this fic terrifies me if im honest but I'll try (and ignore everything else in the process) Also I know nothing about the FBI so that's that. Enjoy.

ao3 | @today-in-fic

Four.

“Dana!” A familiar voice calls out to her in the auditorium.

Dana looks up to see Ellen waving at her amidst the sea of seats. She brushes past a congregation of people, making her way towards her friend and sitting down beside her. As the only two females this year, Dana and Ellen had bonded immediately, a friendship forming not so soon after. It didn’t make sense otherwise.

“Did you check your emails?” Ellen asks her.

“No. Emily wouldn’t go to school so I didn’t have time to check. Why?”

“Agent Banks is sick,” Ellen says with a roll of her eyes. “So we’re getting a cover until he comes back.”

That doesn’t surprise Dana- the man was about 90 years old anyway.

“Did it say who?”

“I didn’t get that far but I heard the guys say it’s someone called Spooky. Do you have any idea?”

Dana shrugs but based on that nickname she didn’t have high hopes about them. In any case at least she could count on no arguments for the time being; Agent Banks liked to pick on her especially.

“Anyway, where were you on Saturday?” Ellen asks, moving on. “Me and Candice waited for you but you didn’t show. What happened to being more social?”

Dana internally groans. That was this Saturday. Dana had completely forgotten about her plans with Ellen, she was too busy having the best orgasm of her life that night. Of course Ellen didn’t know about that.

“Emily…Emily wasn’t feeling well,” she lies. Dana hated using her daughter as an excuse but she couldn’t exactly tell her the truth.

“Right,” says Ellen, not sounding completely convinced. “I think it’s about time we got you a babysitter.”

“Yeah, I’ll look into one…” Dana half agrees but only to move away from the topic.

Voices in the auditorium quieten down as everyone finds their seats and gets comfortable. The door to the side opens and there’s a murmur of voices and gasps. Dana isn’t paying attention, too busy arranging her pens in the colour of the rainbow. It’s only when she feels Ellen tap her arm and buzz excitedly, “It’s him. He’s Spooky. Dana, look…” Does Dana look up to see what the commotion was about.

And honestly, she wished she hadn’t.

In fact, at that moment, she wished she wasn’t in the academy at all.

Because the person who was making her classmates and friend coo with excitement was the very person who had given her a fantastic orgasm the night before.

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It amazed Mulder just how neutral he could become when a thousand thoughts and feelings where running through his body. Confusion, surprise, excitement, happiness, and even anger all swirled within him at once and yet his face betrayed none of it. He was stoic, slightly rumpled from having his usual bout of no sleep and unprepared to actually teach a class full of future FBI agents, but still standing nonetheless when all he wanted to do was leave and never come back.

Somehow the universe was in his favour and somehow it wasn’t. In a sea of indistinguishable males she stood out like the perfect ruby. There was no denying who she was. He’d bet his gun and badge that when he looked at the roster he’d see her name in there. The woman he hadn’t stopped thinking about since Saturday night. Just why did it have to be here of all places.

Mulder tries to ignore it, ignore her, to focus on the male portion of the room but his eyes are drawn to her, seeing red hair in his peripheral standing out against all the grey. He fumbles through his slides, tries to focus on what he is actually here to do, to explain profiling, but his brain is a jumbled mess and of course he fucks up the date of imprisonment of a serial killer he helped to catch in front of everyone, in front of her, just like a buffoon…

He thinks he got away with it, thinks nobody noticed but a voice speaks up from the right-hand corner, loud and clear, unmistakably her.

“1989,” she says with an emphasis on the wrong number. “Ian Lucas Gates was imprisoned in 1989, he committed his first murder in 1987.”

“Perhaps you’d like to come up and teach the class then, Agent Scully, seeing as you know everything.”

It was an outburst. An unnecessary outburst that has Mulder biting his tongue and wishing to take it all back. The rest of the class murmurs amongst themselves, looking wearily from one person to the next. Mulder chances a glance at Scully who stares back at him with a glare that could kill him on the spot if it had the power to.

“Perhaps I will, Agent Mulder, seeing as I know more than you,” she counters.

Someone coughs to disguise a laugh as Scully waits for his reply. The room was stifling with tension and he doesn’t miss the way the woman next to her is continuously looking back and forth between them.

This isn’t the time, Mulder thinks. He switches off the projector and looks at the time, thankful for the class to almost be over.

“Collect your work sheets on the way out,” he says to them knowing they wouldn’t begrudge a 10 minute early dismissal.

They raise to their feet in a matter of seconds, chairs scraping back, bags being collected, a small chatter starting to form. Mulder turns his back to them all, fussing with some papers on the desk for something to do, mortified at himself for snapping at her like that. It was a mess. A big mess. And he had four weeks of this shit.

Scully and her other only female classmate are the last to leave. He should let them leave and next time he’ll do a better job at pretending he doesn’t know her.

But he does know her. More than probably anyone else in the room does and it’s that that wins out.

“Scully,” he gently calls. She stops in her tracks, as does her friend. “A word. Please?”

Her friend looks at them with suspicion.

“It’s fine,” says Dana. “I’ll catch up with you.” Once the other woman is gone Scully turns. The anger on her face almost knocks him down, he wasn’t expecting it. Meekly, he makes his way to the door, closing and locking it. Once it’s just the two of them all pretences drop.

“What the fuck was that?” she bites, referencing their little moment. “And why are you here?”

“Why am I here? Why are you here?” He wasn’t going to start with this. He wanted to go in slowly. He’s found her! In the worst possible place but he’s still found her and he finds himself giddy over the realisation. He softens slightly. “You said you were studying science.”

But Scully was still angry. “Well I can’t exactly say I’m training to be an FBI agent, can I? Besides, I didn’t see you being honest about this.”

He shakes his head. “I thought you already knew.”

“No, I—” She starts to go red and looks away and it dawns on Mulder just what has gone wrong here.

“You didn’t do your homework before we met…” he says.

She sighs still looking away from him. “Charlotte said there was nothing to worry about.”

“Who the fuck is Charlotte?”

“Kind of like my manager, sort of…She runs the…” she reddens even more. “Agency. When I told her I didn’t have time to look into you she did and she said nothing about you being FBI so…”

“I think you need to fire her, or…or move onto to another agency because she sucks. You’re lucky it was me.”

Scully scoffs. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. Because if it was anyone else here you’d be out, Scully. Do you understand that?”

She says nothing but the anger lessens slightly.

“So what came first, the agency or the academy?”

“They sort of…happened at the same time.”

“Why?”

The anger that had lessened ever so slightly comes back full force.

“Why should I tell you? You think just because you got to fuck me one night that you suddenly get to know the ins and outs of my life? You can get to fuck, many men have had that privilege and I don’t see them questioning my choices so why should you get to?”

Mulder sighs. This conversation was a rollercoaster and not going exactly how he planned, what little planning he’d done in the first place.

“You’re all I’ve thought about for two days,” he admits.

“Well now you’re just being fucking weird.”

Mulder sighs again. “I’m being serious. I’ve been wanting to find you since then but not through the agency and not by paying $300 to pretend.” He reaches out to grab her hand then thinks better of it, lacing his own hands together to keep them from touching hers. “That night was different for you, too, right?”

Scully shifts on her feet, crossing her arms, saying nothing.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Scully. I’ve seen your work and out of all of them you have the biggest chance here. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

“So why are you being a dick about it?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I care about you and, shit…I’m your instructor.” He wipes his hands over his face.

“You really feel that way?” she asks.

“Oh yeah.”

She moves closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. His heart gets stuck somewhere up his throat, his stomach doing somersaults. What are you doing? he wants to ask her.

“It’s just for 4 weeks, right? You being here?” He nods not daring to speak. “And then you go off to…whichever department you belong to.” He nods again. “So we can wait.” She isn’t looking at him. “And reassess in 4 weeks?”

“We’ll reassess in 4 weeks,” Mulder croaks, throat dry.

“Okay.” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “I need to go pick up my daughter now.”

She starts backing away, making her way towards the door. She’s almost out of it when he calls for her again.

“Scully? I’m sorry for what happened in class. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that.”

She leans against the door, smiling and Mulder is so happy to see that smile again.

“I’m used to it. Agent Banks grills me all the time in here.”

Mulder makes a face. “Agent Banks is your instructor here?”

“Unfortunately. And I think he hates women.”

“Oh unfortunately he does. But from what I hear the man is on his deathbed so…”

She smiles again. “I won’t say what I was going to say.” She looks at him again, softer this time, like she did that night. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mulder.”

“See you tomorrow.”

He still smiling to himself when she’s gone, finally basking in the giddiness of seeing her again. Four weeks. He just needs to survive these four weeks and then maybe…

The door opens again and it’s her, muttering a string of sorries as she reaches for a work sheet before disappearing once more. The door clicks shut and she is gone.

Until tomorrow.

[samnia]

I FINALLY figured this shit out so could u maybe please make a Twdg Marlon x reader where maybe someone else in the school has a crush on the reader but Marlon also does or possibly the reader is really unpredictable and just kinda disappears and reappears out of nowhere, thanks for reading this ifu did😋😋

he third party is named Vicent (after Vicent martella)

Marlon had asked half the school where you were and still didn't have an answer! He hoped you weren't with Vicent, Marlon could sense that he was fond of you, maybe even trying to distance you away. But that wouldn't work. Being in one place for too long will bore you. Perhaps it's the same for a certain someone. He was going to need his coat back too, as winter was approaching.

Marlon saw Clementine pat A.J. on the back and hand him his pistol, then make sure it was loaded. Once A.J walked away, Marlon approached him. "Hey bud. Do you know where Y/n is?" Marlon asked, that came off more desperate than he expected. "Oh, she's gonna show me how to make maple syrup." He answered, A.J. mispronounced the "maple" like apple. It was understandable. It's possible he just heard of it until now. Being born in a place where there's no time to discuss past customs explains it well enough.

"Can I come with you?" Aj shook his head, a simple yes.

after a long walk there you were. Marlon was relieved. He was going pull you into a hug until a familiar voice spoke, "Hey Marlon, didn't know you were tagging along." Vicent said. Marlon sighed with disappointment. "We're almost done, I don't know why you'd come now." He teased. "Look, im here to be of use. Holding a twig isn't." Marlon snapped, subtly pointing at his hand. The tension between the two was ever-growing, and it was only a matter of time until Marlon punched him.

"Well, on the bright side, we have enough sap for everyone. A.j., try some!" A.j. walked over and cautiously hovered over it, "Y/n, is it poisonous?" He questioned.

"I can vouch y/n. It's good." Said Marlon. A.j. looked at Marlon hesitantly, and then dipped his finger in the pot and tasted it. "It tastes sweet." He claimed. A smile crept on his and Y/ns face, and Marlon cherished that. "It wasn't bad after all, was it? But I have to ask you and Vicent something. Can you go back to the school and ask Omar to cook it?" Y/n asked

"Yeah, you want to come along?" Vicent said. "I have to do other stuff." Y/n picked up a bucket and motioned for Marlon to join her. She held Marlon hand while walking to the fishing dock, making Marlons heart race faster than before and blush. "It's been a while since we were alone." Marlon said, picking up a spear and gifting the other to Y/n.

"Yeah, it reminds me of, never mind." They hushed. "Wait, of what? If you mind me asking." Marlon asked. He was intrigued. It wasn't every day Y/n speaks of the past. "When the outbreak happened, I'm going to be honest. All I wanted to do was be by you." Y/n whispered. He had lost he composure, but regained it and smiled. "I was childish back then. So you wanted to be with that?" He chuckled, Y/n replied, "I was too, so does it really matter?.

"Not really. I never thought you'd enjoy my company. I think we should get to fishing." They walked back.

Marlon had seemed unfocused. for example, he aimed to catch a fish but instead missed it, and his spear broke on a rock. "Dammit. I'll get another one. Stay here."

" I'll fix it, Your face looked red. What was on your mind?"

Marlon gulped at the question. He had wanted to spend time with Y/n and get some time alone with them to talk. However, his thoughts had been on something else, something that had been bothering him for a while now. "Nothing, just stressed about Vicent. That's all," he lied. "If you don't mind, why?" Y/n said. That encouraged Marlon to speak a small portion of what's on his mind.

" think you can trust Vicent? He's been shady lately." He whispered. "Kind of. Thanks for worrying about me, but that's not usually like you." Y/n teased. Marlon tensed up. "I can't help it, especially when it's you on the line." That came out more flirty and sincere than expected.

"I reckon that's not the only thing on your mind."

Marlon grabbed ahold of their hand. "You're right, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't the right time. I've liked you for a while now." He finished. Y/n didn't seem to be involved, so in Marlons eyes, he could be rejected. Right here, right now.

Y/n smiled, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Sorry for leading it off like that. I have some things to do, so I haven't had much time, I liked the first half, but the rest kind of died off. Critism is also welcomed, but don't be a dick about it.. Y/n lowkey has like 13 words the their name tbh

[khiphop-discussions]

RAP:Public Ep.1 Thoughts

I like the idea of the masks to conceal identity. This is similar to Hip Hop Tribe 2 where the auditions were blind until after a certain point in the performance. Also, having the rappers judge is a good idea.

Spoilers below this point

I knew Khan just off the voice lol but then his hoodie fell off and exposed his hair.

It was Gamma. I'm not too familiar with him so I'm not shocked I didn't recognize the voice.

I can tell just by all the promo on ig, including in-person events, and the clips of Khan at the beginning of the episode that he's gonna be a major player in this season.

2nd battle: 1 vs 31 Omg I don't recognize the voice (1) but it feels like a native english speaker. Is 31 kitsyoji? Or mckdaddy? O'domar, yeah I NEVER WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT ONE! Oh but 1 is kaogaii so it wasn't a native english speaker but was someone friends with kitsyoji and mckdaddy lol. Kaogaii did good

3rd: Noh Yunha (10) vs (28). I think from the hair #28 might be Mackidd. Oh no, I think from the voice it's Sky Minhyuk. If so, he's improved a lot from smtm9. Could still use more work but has nonetheless improved. Oh I got it RIGHT! Yunha trying to get that red bull endorsement lol

4th: This is polodared, can tell by size (50) and "the turn off the beat thing" lol vs (30) yang kyle the winner of rapcup (didnt watch the show so I don't know anything about him)

5th: Haon? Nah it was Marv

From here they show a lot of rappers but no battles.

Moon came on the show?!? That's unexpected

Next battle (7th of the episode): 13 (seems like a native english speaker, no clue) vs 51 (no clue) until the MOMENT he started rapping! Fleeky Bang OBVIOUSLY! His style/voice is SO obvious! Still no clue who 13 is I don't think I've ever heard of him. 13 won by being entertaining. It's hardnto out-entertain Fleeky so damn, that's crazy. 13 is Double Down. Never heard of him until now. But he's cool with foggyatthebottom so I'm sure Chillin Homie and some others from the khiphop scene know or have heard about him.

8th: 4 vs 33. I have no guesses for who either one is. Number 4 just said "Bitch" at the end after messing up so bad lol. 4 is goldbuuda. Xwally. They showed VIIN in this episode too. So I'm interested in seeing how far they go.

9th: 40 vs I think Since? (29) vs 40 is Geegooin! Im sure of it! Lol both so recognizable. Except to Yunha I guess. He didn't recognize Since. The vote was 56 to 2. I think the split was a bit unfair. Geegooin did do really well but I guess Since was so impactful.

Here's another montage of people without showing their battle:

Boi B is also here. Mckdaddy was here (I wonder if I would have guessed him right this time if they showed his whole battle from the beginning?). Reddy. Jo Gwangil.

9th: 39 vs 8. I don't know who 39 is but maybe Olltii? Or is he still in the military? I don't think it's him? Something about him reminds me of Olltii though. 8? It seems like a lot of the rappers know who he is just based on mannerisms and voice but I can't figure it out. I think 8 won but both did good. Let's see how the rappers vote. 39 was osun. I'm not very familiar with him. I've only heard him on the "GWTM (remix)" so I am excited to see more of him on this show. 8 was Haon. Ok, now I feel like Yunha with Since lol. How did I not realize it was him. I don't listen to Haon that often so I guess it makes sense lol.

Damn, Haon seems so different now compared to HSR2 from the energy he's showing. Obviously he's way older and has more experiences and responsibilities. So it makes sense.

10 th: 45 (no clue) vs 34 (no clue) Based on his style, it seems like if I listened to him often I'd definitely know who it was. So I suspect I don't know this artist. Same with 45 due to the nails and the rap style. 34 wins. Wait, 45 is cocona? Like the kpop girl from xg(?)? She pretended to not be good or something? Wait they didn't mention it so I think she just has the same name. Zene tha Zilla was 34. I don't listen to him often lol

11th: 14 is Don Mills cause everyone already recognized him so they revealed him like they did with Yunha. He's facing 11. I can't tell who he is off mannerisms or hair so I'll wait until he speaks. Nope can't tell. He's speaking Spanish(?) Is it the guy from AP Alchemy? Why can't i remember the name? Vapo? or was it the other one (edited after the battle: I was thinking Chu Seo jun as the "other one" but Vapo was the correct one who speaks Portuguese, not Spanish lol)? Either way, 11 won so we'll see right now. Nah, it was Daniel Jikal. Not familiar with him

12: 23 vs 27 not sure. i think I head some okashii members would come on. I'm not very familiar with them (only heard a few things earlier this year or last year) so could this be them? Well 27, says he doesn't know 23 but it could be an act. Both acted pretty aggressive (27 saying "That shit is weak" to 23s rap. Then 23, touching 27. 23 was Mason Home so I was right about okashii but only based on luck (randomly remembering that I saw rumors that okashii members were coming on the show). 27 was shyboiitobii...i don't think I've ever seen his face. Omg hes cute af 😍😍...🤣🤣🤣. Looks like he gets in some drama later on in the season.

13: 32 (Owen). I didn't guess it. I was too busy writing about 12 lol

14: 46 (not sure) vs ?? He did sound familiar but I remember thinking "He sounds like Justhis somehow but I know it's not him" lol That should've been the giveaway. (Edit: the one with a familiar voice/similar to Justhis, was Khundi Panda)

Kaogaii hates being calles a loser lol

15: 41 vs 18: I don't think I'm familiar with either artist. 41 somehow reminds me of Chillin Homie but I know it's not him. Both are really good. 41 wins. 30 to 28. 18 is Luci Gang. I am familiar with her lol I don't listen to her that often. I do like what I've heard of her. Chaboom?!? Obviously, I'm familiar with him but I haven't listened to him since the last smtm season he was on. Maybe 6?

16: 53 vs 54. I'm not sure about 54. But I think 53 is Hash Swan. First based on the height (someone mentioned that 54, a girl, was taller. So that was telling) but then the voice was a DEAD giveaway. Seems like the guys have crushes lol. Hash lost. Hippie Kunda. Yeah, I've never heard of he by name. But I think i have heard of 99 Nasty Kids group she talked about. Only in passing though.

17: 19 vs 48. Oh 19 is obviously Loopy lol. Just like Swan, the voice gives it away IMMEDIATELY! Not sure about 48. Loopy wins 57 to 1. 48 is Punchnello?!? Damn. People are shocked he got beat that badly. Apparently, his score of 1 is the worst vote so far.

Loopy says he hasn't kept in touch with anyone from mkitrain. But him and Owen recognized each other's voice. Loopy almost walked past Owen without any acknowledgement once the masks were off. Owen acknowledged him first. And cried on his shoulder.

18: 25 by himself but wasn't there supposed to be 60? Why does someone not have an opponent? Oh there is another person, 35.

25 sounds familiar but I can't put my finger on it. 35's voice might be too obvious so that's why he won't speak. Honestly, his rap ALSO sounds familiar but I ALSO can't put my finger on it lol. Oh, Busan in the lyrics. Must be J-Tong. I guessed northfacegawd (which doesn't make sense because they sound nothing alike) and then later on he said northfacegawd in the lyrics. The Jtong guess was pure luck because like the okashii one. I remembered I heard rumors that he was on the show once I heard "Busan" in the lyrics.

25 got 3. 35 got 55. 25 was Bizzy so that's why he sounds so familiar.

They don't show 35. They left it as a cliffhanger but I'm certain it was J-Tong.