#because. well. he was busy with stuff. and it wasn't urgent

[fisheito]

olivine

olivine save me

sAve Me Olivine

- Everybody

[veilkeeper]

Act 3 Emmrichmance: Lich Edition

alt title: if you're really determined, "'til death do us part" is only a suggestion

okay so, after the point of no return some pretty major stuff happens in the romances. @/crossdressingdeath and i talked in DMs about how, as far as we can tell, all the romances have some sort of unfinished business going into the endgame. in the lucanismance, it's him cutting rook off from saying they love him, in the davrinmance it's a discussion about davrin's fear that one of them is going to die just as he's starting to imagine a future with them, and with emmrich it's The Argument™—which as i've discussed before, is emmrich and rook having an argument about his insecurities. in the lich path, which is what i'm specifically talking about here, the argument is about his concern that rook is going to die at some point, and his fear that he's going to mourn them forever. the argument is left unresolved after some pretty intense back and forth, where rook calls him out on pushing his insecurities and fears onto them, and they have to shelve it to head to tearstone island.

to their credit, they do try to apologize to each other. in banter on tearstone island, emmrich very clearly regrets starting an argument, but he and rook both agree that now isn't really a good time and that they'll talk when they get home.

and then rook almost dies in front of him and gets thrown into fade jail by solas.

uh oh!!!!

if this isn't the manifestation of all his fears, i don't know what is. for all intents and purposes, he has lost rook. he's sure they're alive—trapped in a prison meant to hold gods, but alive—and since he's a lich i have every confidence that there was not a moment of rest in the weeks it took to rescue rook. he's their fade expert, he's the best equipped to find them, and he has to, because otherwise the last real conversation they had was an argument he never got to apologize for, and he will have to live with that guilt for an eternity.

i really have to wonder if he ever would have been able to bring himself to stop looking for them.

and while i suspect their LI is always the first person to grab a hold of rook to pull them out of the fade, there's a special flavour to it when you're romancing emmrich. knowing that he's probably been obsessively trying to find them. the sheer relief he must have felt when he reached through the veil and was able to get his hands on them, to pull them through and back into the safety of his arms.

he fusses after them, too. urgently takes them to the necropolis so he can be extra certain that solas' hold on them is gone. he was afraid he'd lost them forever, he wasn't going to waste any time making sure they'd be as safe as they can be. and then he says,

"I will let nothing part us again, my love. Not in this nor any other world."

he says it in that level, sort of indulgent tone that he says all his romance lines in, so it's easy to mistake this as him being poetically hyperbolic. but let us never forget that this is the man with such a profound fear of death that he became a lich just to avoid it. he's not half as well-adjusted as he likes to appear.

when he says he would not let anything separate him and rook again, he is dead fucking serious.

he wakes them up at dawn despite knowing they need rest—i think, perhaps, because it isn't enough to have them breathing in front of him. that he needs to hear their voice and have the reassurance that they're here and real and alive and safe, at least right now. "I would move the world before I lost you again," he says later. before the final fight against elgar'nan, he says he has plans he wants to make with rook, that he wants to be safe and at home with them. if i had to guess, i'd say rook i going to have a hard time shaking him for anything after this. i don't think he's ever going to feel like they're safe if he can't see them. hope you like a clingy boyfriend.

it's kind of the inevitable conclusion to what i was talking about in my sacrifice of souls meta—none of his actual fears around death and dying and grieving have been addressed, and he's hitched his wagon to immortality. and now that he's almost lost rook, he's realized that there is no universe where he's ever going to survive losing them for real.

and we all know the lengths he's willing to go to stay alive.

[sunlightandsuffering]

please that’s so funny 😭 imagine it’s a lecture and it’s the first one eren actually pays attention to and he’s so cocky telling her about how he’s great at giving orgasms

she rolls his eyes and he’s so offended as if their relationship hasn’t mainly been her giving him bjs and hjs and he is quick to be like “babe let me eat your pussy to show you 😫🙏”

he has to wear her down bc she’s so firm on not letting him touch her (yes she gives him bjs so her refusal to let him touch her doesn’t make much sense but not letting him touch her is all she has to keep her head high ok!)

I went in a very different direction writing this anon lol !! I might come back to your idea more tho bc it is amazing and superior, I just wasn't feeling smut as much when I wrote this 🤣🤣

Mikasa, in all her years of knowing Eren has never seen him really put effort into classes. He excels effortlessly, doing the bare minimum and somehow managing to pull A’s every time. She’d thought university would be a wake up call for him, but to her great chagrin so far business classes have been a breeze for him, and gender women’s studies is no different. A typical class will involve him dozing off in his chair, or inscribing poorly drawn penises into his textbook for kicks. 

Peak Eren behaviour. 

But today, well she’s never seen him look so alert. He even brought a notebook to class, and had been the one to wake her up this morning, urgently shaking her awake, already dressed and holding her backpack out. Then, to her shock, he’d sat down next to Jean and pulled not one but two different coloured pens out of his bag and a clean notepad, like he was actually going to take notes. Then, as their friendly blonde professor takes her place at the front of the auditorium, queuing up the lecture, he starts writing in said notebook. 

Mikasa is equal parts proud and horrified. 

Because seeing Eren do school work is well unsettling, almost alarming, what could possibly make him–

And then she looks up, and the title of the lecture is emblazoned on a hot pink slide, black bold lettering, ‘The Female Orgasm’. 

She looks over to Eren, understanding dawning over her and like he’s attuned to her, at that exact moment he looks up, notices her gaze and then the fucker winks. Mikasa isn’t on the receiving end of his attention all class, no matter how she tries to catch his eye, hell, even Jean can’t distract him from the lesson. 

He takes notes with such vigour that Mikasa actually wants to read them, watches him take out highlighters and more multicoloured pens. 

Eren’s note taking is so distracting that she forgets to take her own notes. 

By the time class is over Mikasa herself has barely grasped any of the literature the professor had spoken about, fucking frat boys. “Well that was a good lecture,” Sasha comments as they pack up their stuff. I think it’s really interesting that there isn’t one unifying model on the female orgasm, that we’re so variable isn’t that cool Mikasa?” “Yeah, great,” She responds, her gaze focused on Eren who is still diligently taking notes, and before she can stop herself she’s marching right over, breaking her usual rules of not acknowledging him. “Mikasa,” Jean perks right up at her presence, a sly smile overtaking his face, “Did you like the lecture today? I found it very informative.” Before she can respond Eren responds without looking up from his colour coded notes, “I’m sure you did Kirschtein, you wouldn’t know where the clitoris was if it smacked you in the face.” Jean gasps in outrage, rearing up for a come back to knock Eren out of the park but Mikasa speaks before he can, “Eren what the fuck are you doing?” At this, he frowns up at her, “I’m taking detailed notes.” 

He gestures to his alarmingly well written notes where Mikasa sees not only titles, but sub-headings as well, each marked in different shades of green, fuck there’s even a diagram. 

“Why?” “I think that’s obvious Mikasa,” Sasha says from behind her shoulder, teasingly grabbing Mikasa around the waist before looking down at Eren over her shoulder, an evil gleam in her eyes, “He’s got a lady friend he wants to use them on.” Eren shuts his notepad protectively, “As a matter of fact Sasha, yes, yes I do.” 

Mikasa’s brain stops working for a second, cataloguing the fact that she has slept over at his house for the past three nights in a row, and thus there are very few girls that Eren could be talking about. And after a very obvious wink at her, Mikasa comes to the unsettling conclusion that Eren plans to use his new knowledge on her. 

It is both arousing and terrifying all at once, because they’d learned a lot this class, science and literature combined, experiments that probably weren’t so ethical anymore giving them more knowledge than anyone could ever get today. And yet, most interesting from the lecture, and what Eren has highlighted in bright pink combined suspiciously with a terrible little dancing doodle that looks an awful lot like her, is the fact that women do not have a refractory period. In simple terms, this means they can orgasm as many times as their body will allow, with no waiting period, unlike men where chemical reactions have to occur to get them ready again. 

Limitless orgasms are a very achievable possibility, in theory. 

In practice, she doesn’t know and judging by that mischievous little smile on Eren’s face, he’s going to make sure she finds out.  So, Mikasa does what must be done.

She snatches Eren’s notebook and sprints out of the lecture hall like her life depends on it, she’ll deal with the fall out later.

[taiarchive]

Europhia Online interview with Adam Siska (Sisky Business) 29/05/2004

Interview by Robby Sumnr

E: Adam, your band has established itself more and more on the scene with a growing fanbase and a successful self-titled album. Is the pace at which you've been achieving this success what you'd expected starting out?

Adam: During the fall of 2003, Bill--our singer--and I had been attempting to start a rock band. He had been doing his solo project called Remember Maine at the time, and just wanted to try something new. We had tried out a few different bands, but nothing had really stuck with us. So when the Academy started, we basically just wanted to feel it out for a while... we never thought that it would go the places that it has.

E: Was there any fear of simply being known as the full-band project of Remember Maine? Something of a reverse-Dashboard Confessional?

Adam: Well, originally the idea was to just be a side project to Remember Maine. The entire band agreed to that beforehand, just to avoid conflict. It wasn't until the fan response became so enormous that Bill decided that the Academy was his passion and decided to change his musical focus. However, another Remember Maine EP will most likely be released.

E: I've noticed that the band is at different times referred to as either "The Academy Is..." or simply "The Academy." Which is it, and why the lack of consistency?

Adam: Our original name was simply "The Academy"... however, towards the middle of last summer, we began to run into legal trouble regarding the name. Turns out there is another band out there called "The Academy" who already had the name trademarked. We decided to release the EP under the name "The Academy," sort of hoping it would fly below radar, and we would avoid a lawsuit. But after signing to Fueled By Ramen, we decided that a name change was urgent in order to avoid trouble down the line. Our official new name is "The Academy Is..." and the reason for the inconsistency is because our website has not been changed, and many people have not gotten used to referring to us under a different name.

E: What sort of influences did the various members of the group enter the band with?

Adam: As far as musical taste goes, we all come from a very diverse background, and [we] listen to a lot of the same stuff, but also a lot of different stuff. We are all really into bands like the Foo Fighters, Third Eye Blind and Stone Temple Pilots. But we also individually have a lot of influence from bands like 311, Guns N' Roses... our singer, Bill, is actually an avid listener of Bjork. We are very musically diverse. I listen to a lot of old reggae, hip hop, even... etc. In order to be a unique band, you need to draw influences from everything, whether it be At The Drive-In, Snoop Dogg or even as far out as Latin music. As far as scene bands go... we love Hey Mercedes.

E: Has the thought occured to you yet that your own music could very well be serving as an influence for other band upstarts?

Adam: That thought has just recently been coming up to us. I have gotten a few emails from fans saying, "Check out my band on PureVolume, you influenced us so much, etc." It is so amazing to think that we could possibly not only affect kids who listen to our music, but actually spark someone's creativity in creating something of their own.

E: Many bands starting out believe that the first sign of a band truly becoming successful is when they are signed to a noteworthy record label. Your band has only so recently been signed to the very reputable label Fueled By Ramen. Having experienced this, would you agree with the concept?

Adam: Absolutely. Being part of the Fueled By Ramen family is a dream come true for all of us. It is still unbelievable to me. I have been a fan of the label for years. Some of my favorite bands have worked with Fueled By Ramen, including Jimmy Eat World, the Stereo, and Recover. It has opened a whole new window of opportunity for us.

E: How much of a relationship have you been able to form with other bands on your label?

Adam: We have been best friends with our labelmates Fall Out Boy for years. They are also from Chicago, and played shows with all of our former bands. We have always felt like family with those guys, and we are very excited for our summer tour with them on part two of the "Believers Never Die" tour. We have also toured and formed a close relationship with Punchline and Less Than Jake in the past year. Both are amazing bands and amazing people.

E: How much work has already been put toward the new record?

Adam: We have been working seemingly non-stop on the upcoming album. When we first started writing for the album, our key songwriters, Bill and Mike Carden, rented an apartment together so they could focus more on the writing process and avoid distractions. We rehearse as a band every day and have been working on collaborating drums and bass with each other. The new songs are coming out a lot different than the songs on the EP. We have grown a lot as a band and as people, and a change is inevitable. Expect it to be a lot more sing-along, and less busy, musically... but more memorable. And more heartfelt.

E: What sort of advice would you give as musicians to those bands just starting out?

Adam: The best advice I could give to any up-and-coming band is that you have to spend money in order to make money. After writing our first two songs, we recorded for about 500 dollars and then spent loads of cash burning about 2,000 CD samplers that were passed out. We went to many shows to promote, and we even passed them out at the mall. This helped us create the buzz that led to a very big fanbase in Chicago. We passed out all those samplers for free, because no one is going to buy something from a band they have never heard before, and all the money that we spend was eventually worth it, because it really got us established in the Chicago scene.

E: How successful would you say that your latest release has been?

Adam: The EP has sold really well in Chicago, and on the tour that we just finished with Less Than Jake, the Early November and Fall Out Boy. Unfortunately the EP has been hard for many fans to find because it isn't in too many stores around the country. However, it can be ordered at LLRrecords.com.

E: As you listen to it, are there still things you wish you could go back and do differently?

Adam: Absolutely... that is why we are so excited for the new record. On the EP, we feel that there are a lot of cool parts, but everything seems kind of jumbled to us--the parts aren't as defined. But we look at it with a positive attitude and are just excited to do things differently this time around, and work with an amazing producer.

E: How will recording the new album be an easier task than recording the EP?

Adam: We, for the most part, produced the EP by ourselves. With this record we are working with James Paul Wisner, who has worked with Further Seems Forever, Dashboard Confessional and many other great bands. We also have a much higher budget for recording this album. It will be a great experience.

E: Well, that will definitely be something to look forward to. Thanks for taking the time to talk--anything else you want to say?

Adam: Look for the full-length album in stores this September, as well as non-stop touring from The Academy Is.

[sadruru]

In-character character development questions for Melissa!

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

Thanks for the questions! I've already decided how I'm going to answer them, it's going to be a bit experimental 😈

Melissa will personally answer questions. Expect a cameo ~

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

"Well, well... All right! It's a miracle you could convince me, and I'll repay you for the drink and song. I don't like to stay in debt. First of all, let me say I'm not a very good storyteller, and my stories aren't very sweet. You won't be in Drezen for long, right? I doubt I'll see you again in the future. If I started telling my story, believe me, it would take a few nights. Hold on, what do you mean calling you by your name, sugar-voiced Lark? I won't, because it's more interesting!

…I hide a lot of things from those closest to me. If I have any. I often hear from others that I change topics too easily, especially from one restless boy. I've never liked looking into the future, because you never know what will happen tomorrow. On one hand, it sounds a little scary... Maybe one day I'll tell them, and him too.

I had too much shit behind me. So much that I should shut up. I don't think you'd believe me the first time.

You know, I used to not really care about this Crusade or the people around me. You should have seen how everyone reacted to me at first. The obscure bandit turned knight-commander, the tiefling, who looked like “ a succubus” or “ a whore”. Or whatever those "noble" paladins and knights called me for my looks and temper. Never mind. I've been called worse in the River Kingdoms. But now I see that they look at me with hope, despite what I do... It gives me a bitter taste in my mouth. I don't... I don't want to seem weak to everyone. It's really annoying.

Hmm… Did you see the adorable little elf with the burns? Ember. Sometimes she draws a crowd of onlookers. Her eyes, words and actions... When that girl looks at me, it's like she sees right through me. These moments make me feel pretty… Vulnerable? Oh, no. Too many bad thoughts in my head again. Now you owe me another pint!"

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"Ah, come on! Another tough question again? I really don't know! I had a lot of good and bad moments.

I don't know about you, little Lark, but my childhood ended quickly and darkly. I'll tell you about the good one. When I was five years old, I saw my dad carving something for me. It wasn't just another wooden toy, and he didn't say what it was. To be honest, I wanted a dragon toy so bad! I begged him long and impatiently until he finally finished and hung a simple amulet around my neck. The amulet bore the symbol of Cayden Cailean. Then he said to me, "Be brave, strong, and believe in good as always, Lissa. I can feel the spirit of adventure in you. Perhaps in the future you will continue our family business, or travel to other countries. That's your choice."

My first piece of jewelry... Ha ha! After that, I pounced on my mom's stuff and started imagining myself as a rich lady in a dress, with lots of gold rings and precious bling. I dreamed of getting rich, making our tavern bigger, buying a big house near the sea, with lots of servants and cats, maybe even finding a handsome husband and living happily ever after! Uh... My parents scolded me severely for making such a mess.

Believe in good, right? And foolish childish dreams... As you see, something went wrong."

Why little Lark? Because Siavash is half elf and taller than her 🤣

I hope I portrayed her character well. I don't know about the second question. Many memories in her childhood defined her. So I decided to show one of them - about her childhood dream of a good ending.

How it ended: Fluffy steals meat from hand.

Better not look at what's going on in the background. I just like to draw funny sketches in the background. I wonder if people recognize their kids? Hehehe...

[kurokawaia]

❛ HIS SUBMISSIVE ❜

Nakahara Chuuya X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.7k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, piv, overstimulation, no protection, prone bone, cumming inside, be safe pls wrap bf u tap, use of plugs, teasing, pet names -> good girl, love, my good girl and prolly more, chuu being chuu + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Hi, I was the one who sent the Chuuya or Obanai x Submissive reader and what I meant by that was that the reader would always do what they said and go along with them in a good way for like... s*x and stuff. Just always doing what wanted... sorry if that doesn't make sense!! - ANON

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Yokohama. It wasn't a place unfamiliar to you; it was the place where your man worked! But not being an ability user and being quite timid and sweet, this wasn't the best place for a girl like you to be lingering around. You were walking beside Chuuya, his steps falling in perfect sync despite his fast walking pace-you tried your best to keep up.

His hand possessively sat on your lower back, moving you through busy streets so his pretty darling wouldn't get lost in the crowd-unfortunately. He needs you with him, though he doesn't say it most of the time. Of course, you follow him around anyway, mostly listening to every request that falls from his lips.

You had been on a date with Chuuya, until he got an emergency call from his boss that there was some sort of threat that only he could eliminate. 

Lies, of course. Mori just enjoyed giving him a hard time when he was spending downtime with you.

Undeniably, it had been confidence in the quick thinking Chuuya seemed to place you as the safest woman in the world. You probably doubt being as free as you want because there is a man present to do all the work for you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Stick close to me," Chuuya said in quite a harsh tone that almost made you flinch, but you managed to push it down, knowing it was only because he was pissed off with Mori.

But somehow, his words and tone reassured you; you knew he loved you and cared about you deeply, especially when he loves spending time with you. But he was reassuring you too-he knows that you would fall into danger if you were too far away from him. You had a special role tonight-you were helping him with a mission to which you agreed way too quickly.

You can't refuse him.

There were no words needed, no need to describe just how obedient you were; it was a well-spoken action from both of your sides.

The two of you then walked into a dark warehouse. Chuuya's eyes raked the area, checking every corner of the room for something that could hurt you. You watched his every movement, and your trust in him couldn't be stronger.

It was Chuuya's voice that now cut through the silence. "We're dealing with a group that's trying to disrupt our operation. They're likely armed and dangerous. We need to be ready for anything."

You took a deep breath, readjusting your bag strap across your shoulder-an assemblage of gadgets and tools that you both might want, but for the most part, it was lip gloss and nothing else that filled ninety per cent of your bag, lip gloss.

He turned to you, his expression serious, but he softened when he saw the fear in your eyes. "I want you to stay behind me and keep an eye on our six. If anything goes wrong, I need you to just trust me, 'kay, and follow my lead. Can you do that?"

"Ok," you said, voice firm while your veins had trekked fear.

You stepped back a little, positioning yourself as instructed. There were no words to spell out the trust that existed between you and Chuuya. You were his shadow, his support. He was your anchor; he gave you the security and courage you needed.

There was abruptly a burst of gunfire across the warehouse. Without warning, Chuuya's instincts kicked in, tugging you behind a stack of crates for cover. You pressed close to him, your bodies generating a warm heat against each other.

"We need to move," he told you in a low urgent voice. "Follow my lead and stay down."

You nodded, and your eyes met in a mutual agreement. He strode forward, and you followed after him, your senses on high alert, every nerve strung taut. Chuuya's movements flowed with a grace and deadliness as he began his dance with the opponent. You moved with him, every action mirroring his in turn, lending backup where it was needed and watching his back.

Chuuya turned to you, his breathing heavy. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Good job. You kept focused and followed through perfectly."

You smiled up at him relief in your eyes. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

He gave a small, approving nod. "That's what I'm here for. But it's nice to know you trust me enough to follow my lead. It makes everything a lot easier."

Chuuya pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. The danger had passed and now it was just the two of you, standing together amongst the. dead people on the floor, how romantic.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Chuuya said now, softer and full of sincerity. "I don't say it enough, but I really appreciate everything you do."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned further into him. "I'm just glad I can be here with you, doing what I can to help."

Chuuya's expression softened even more. "And I'm glad to have you by my side. It means more than you know."

And that's how you ended up beneath Chuuya, like always, him praising every minuscule part of your body. Although... that didn't mean he wasn't so mean to you.

Your breath was ragged as Chuuya's throbbing cock is nudged so deeply in your spongey walls. His length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Chuuya's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Chuuya grunts. "Such a good little girl, my girl." 

You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else.

But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Chuuya's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Chuuya rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Chuuya's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his big frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Chuuya was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Chuuya was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. "I know baby, I'm listening," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Chuuya smirked.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Chuuya's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. 

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, 'Chuu. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed. "Looks like your pussy is saying something else," Chuuya added.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Chuuya."

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Chuuya hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Chuuya groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length. "C'mon, how much you want it?" Chuuya rasps in your ear.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head. "Please, please, please."

"Yeah?" Chuuya replies groans interrupting his speech, but it made his stomach and balls tighten, wanting to fill up your cunt with his seed.

"Please, I wanna come," you moan.

"Go ahead," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Chuuya helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. Chuuya slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the bed, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt.

"Aren't ya' so cute," Chuuya teases, pushing his fingers into your cunt, causing you to lurch forward.

"Chuu!" you wimper out.

"Shhhh, my sweet," he coos before you felt something cold and big slid into your cunt. "Gonna make sure none of me slips out of you."

"What are you doing?" you whimpered out.

"Making sure you're all plugged up," Chuuya mumbles agasint the shell of your ear.

You huffed. "Didn't even ask me."

"You would've said yes either way, love. You can't say no to me."

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[sophaeshi]

3 days is actually insane I thought the whole London purge thing that William did took at least a week alone, not even counting the rest of the stuff in that arc😭

the farthest I ever got was the end of the irene arc but yea the damn moon can't be trusted at all because somehow I ended up with the ball where Irene is being offered help from Albert happening sometime in the march of 1880 lol

Honestly I don't really mind the big time gaps, it would be much easier to fit in the stories from the light novels and it would make so much more sense because after all, they're basically trying to create a whole revolution and something like that takes a long time and all but oh well

The only dates that I'm somewhat sure of are up until the noahtic arc, from that point on there's nothing really besides the moon to tell how much time has passed in between different arcs

Chapter 1 offers a lot of specific dates to work with, so that was pretty easy to work with, chapter 2 once again shows one specific date at the beginning, the only thing I somewhat struggled with was the small timeskip where the people of Durham's opinion of William changed to more positive after decreasing the rent and all that, I ended up going for 2 weeks

And then with chapters 3 and 4, I feel like the part with William, Louis, Moran and Fred in front of Frida's grave, then Moran and Fred moving in to help the Moriarthree and Albert having that meeting in London, while William talks about that upcoming presentation of his in a month happened on the same day? I mean, Louis did mention that Albert is busy in London as he was giving Moran chores. But I have no idea WHEN that day is, I just know it's past may 23rd.

That's where the moon phases come into play. When Louis and William talk about William's presentation, they say it's in a month, and since I trust William like no one else, if he says one month, then it's exactly one month. The night before the presentation, a full moon is shown, and the closest full moon date that actually works is July 3rd, so I decided that the presentation is probably on the 4th. And it would make sense that the scene at the end of volume 1 happens in early june, since, while the tombstone was somewhat simple, it definitely wasn't made in a day lol, and to formally discuss the opium found in Dudley Bale's opium den it would have to be properly arranged and it definitely didn't seem like it was some urgent meeting.

But after that I feel like the timeline gets near impossible to crack, I feel like some arcs could have just days between them while some could be even months apart.

I'd absolutely love to see your research on the timeline! You're focusing on piecing together the final arcs (I like to refer to them as final even if they're not really) instead, which is really cool! personally, I never really got to analyze the later chapters, but I'm literally so happy that there's someone else out there who's trying figure out the timeline of yuumori, too!

Ok but imagine spending 6 months trying to get the yuumori timeline organized even after ending up back in square one EVERY SINGLE TIME cause the timeline just gets so messy after volume 2, like, the same 2-3 moon phases just keep being reused and it feels like years have passed but volume 2-14 is actually supposed to happen in less than a year lol. To keep going for this long, that requires some serious dedication I could never pfttttt... *proceeds to cry in front of the board with all the notes*

[po1songore]

anything you'd crave pt. 2 ♡ william afton

w : this story includes but is not limited to , age gap , paid sex , mentions of drugs , vaginal - oral - anal sex , breeding , public sex, secret relationships , cheating , angst , fluff , and a lot more.

writers note; this is a bit short!!

"y/n."

"y/n."

"y/n!"

"what is it ?!?"you exclaimed finally snapping out of your thousands of thoughts occupying your head, looking up at the secretary of the office on your door.

"I'm sorry, i haven't been resting very well and I'm a bit irritated.."you insisted and sighed a bit forcing a little smile towards the older woman.

"don't stress yourself too much miss y/n..they sent me from the other building actually."

your hands dropped the pens and papers anxiously on your desk at the sound of that.

"what did they want."

"mr. afton told me he would want you to pay him a visit."

shit. deep down you knew this is what she was going to say but you dearly hopped it was anything else.but, we move a little too fast now.you have been here only five days and you are already experiencing these issues?maybe we should do a little recap over the past days.

you started work on monday. monday you met him , and came to the realization that the sweet handsome man that had treated you in the cafeteria was filthy rich and interested in keeping you around.

tuesday you stumbled upon him again, he had already gotten you your order. he insisted it was because he wanted to treat you in a welcoming manner, and you found it sweet.

wednesday you did not see him and your brain relaxed a bit. relaxed from what you may ask? that feeling. whenever you spotted him, you found yourself nervous out of a sudden; avoiding to lock eyes by any means .especially on that damn elevator. everytime you were alone there you felt the tension.maybe it was just from your side but it was there and it was building you up.

then came thursday.

"gmorning jane im so so-"you rushed in your office only to see ,well, a whole lot of things. your friend was nowhere to be found but, that wasn't the surprising part. a pink color filled the monochromatic colors of the room, a huge bouquet on your desk and a little paper there scribbled messily.

"hey babes!i had to leave today urgently cause my dad got sick but, a flower guy came by and dropped these of for you.they dont have a name though!"

there is no way..right?

right..?

way.

maybe it was some secret fan from the office, there were a lot of young men so you figured it wasn't impossible to happen. none the less you took the bouquet home and placed it in water, keeping it by your night stand for these nights.

knock knock

"come in.."the bass voice with that thick accent spoke, as you swallowed hard and made your way in the office. your eyes scanned around really quickly, countless photos framed around from events and more .

"oh y/n-i was starting to think you wouldn't show up."

you looked at that little smug smile on his face.afton sat on the leather chair behind his desk, as behind him was a huge glass wall looking down to the city. he leaned forward on the desk with his hands intertwined before he reached one out to offer you a seat across of the desk.

"oh no i-i just was very busy today."

"i can imagine."

"so how can i help you ,mr afton?"

a little grin formed on his face as he fixed the papers in front of him swiftly.

"well, you did tell me that your co workers were giving you a cold shoulder, so i was thinking of maybe helping you out with staying away from their eyes."

"oh?"

"yeah, y/n you see although i love this job im a very,very busy man and i cant do anything by myself here. i would like you to do the stuff i dont have time to do around. be my litte helper, if you may."

you felt your throat stuck as he leaned a bit closer, the desk holding you two apart. did he always have that seductive look. it was a confident and captivating one,like a hunter looking upon his pray once it was caught on his trap.

"im-im sorry mr afton but i don't think i can do that. my boss will start questioning me leaving my office an-"

"ill pay you 200 per hour."

"what-"

"or more, and anything you need while working for me whether its a cab or something you want is all on me."

well shit.he was making it really difficult to say no at this point. you sat back on your chair and stayed quiet for a moment before nodding a bit and swallowing hard, your legs crossed. maybe this wasn't the best day to wear that short tight skirt you were wearing because you could feel his eyes stuck on your figure while you were trying to think.if you had to guess he was practically undressing you with his eyes now.

"there is one more thing though."

"hm?"

"ah well,you see i am invited in a plethora of events every week and, i cant exactly keep showing up alone, people ask all kinds of questions so, would you mind accompanying me to them? again,anything you wear or get for them is paid by me, you will just need to get all dolled up but, im sure that wont be an issue for such a pretty young girl."

and with that last compliment you felt yourself shift on the chair a bit, why did this one make your face warm?but there was another thing bothering you more than his compliments and that was the ring on his finger.it made you lift an eyebrow, why wouldn't he take his wife with him in these events..you figured it wasn't the time to ask such things.

"okay i..i will do it then."you said nodding a bit to yourself.

"perfect, i knew i could count on you y/n. this saturday, we are invited in the whites mansion to-"

your eyes opened wide. you knew that name, thats where the most prestigious parties and events were held and it was a super private thing, you had to be an a class celebrity to even set foot on the grounds and you, a damn college dropout who cant even walk on heels were going?

"im in, i dont care what we are doing."

"thats the y/n i wanna see."he soon stood up tall and reached in his pocket, grabbing out his leather wallet and rummaging through the contains. your eyes could not keep track of how many slits of color you counted.

"take it, get anything you need for saturday."

reaching out your hand you stood up and took the card between your fingertips.you may have been holding some good millions right now for all you knew.

"you are free to go."he made his way next to you wrapping a hand around your waist gently and towering down over you, before you nodded a bit and made your way towards the door, knowing that if you stayed there a minute more you would start getting drunken on fantasies of what would happen now.

"hey,y/n."

"yes, mr afton?"

"that skirt looks amazing on you, get something similar wont you doll?"

[trust-and-jump]

Okay, so

I wrote a scene of my fanfic and I really liked it AND I'd like to translate it to English properly but my English is not the best, so I'll just describe the situation in it:

It's a Reverse Robins AU but for this scene it doesn't really matter, considering the fact that after all things that changed, including different roles for every batkid in the family, Jason still died. Because I just want some immortal!Jason (i mean the thing where he is very much able to die but he wakes up some time after) appreciation, okay? I mean, there are some things in comics that KINDA prove that (mostly the thing at the end of the Under The Red Hood arc, I'm pretty sure many people saw that theory). And, well. Things go the same as canon went once (annual #25 of Batman and some parts about Talia taking care of Jason in the Red Hood: The Lost Days) until after the Lazarus Pit.

You know how Ra's got reeeaaaally upset after That Thing with the Lazarus Pit? He didn't kill her but boy he was really intimidating. Probably because he was fresh out of the Pit.

Soon after he sends people after Jason Todd. And in my AU days later he has to deal with some urgent League business far away himself, suspecting that Talia set this up to let Jason escape the League assasins. Is he right? Is he wrong? Who knows.

Anyways,

We know that Jason was in some motel and got the news that Joker is still alive and as always goes in and out of Arkham like he owns the place. And we also know that in Lost Days after that he leaves all the trackers Talia put on him behind and runs away, trying to get to Gotham (and kill Bruce with that bomb under the Batmobile).

The thing is, in my AU he doesn't get far away before the League men catch him and bring him back to the League. Oops.

Ra's still isn't there but Talia knows that it won't take too long and she fears that as soon as Ra's gets the news of Jason being caught he'll order to eliminate him. You know, because of the stuff he told Talia about Jason being havoc or desease or something. You probably remember better than me, if you read the Lost Days.

But again, that's not the point.

The point is, that Talia (in my AU) for certain reasons actually suspects Jason being able to ressurect again. There is only one way to find out - to kill Jason. It would also keep her father's interest long enough to set Jason free once she's ready.

Jason, by the way, trusts her, even though he shouldn't and even though he doesn't remember most of the time being... unwell before the Pit.

So he doesn't expect her poisoning him with a f TEA.

The scene I wrote and can't translate good enough is about what happened right after, where Jason wakes up (and i really forgot here that i wanted to make him universal glitch again so he would wake up always after 6 months BUT I WANTED THIS SCENE TO HAPPEN SO BADLY), trying to pull himself together, and after an hourS long brooding and existential crisis he finally walks to the room next to this one (which is some sort of morgue or the infirmary, he isn't sure) just to see Talia, calm as ever, slitting there, cleaning her blade, relaxed, and he should be furious, but she just says, still looking at the blade, "Regrets are for fools". And you know, I did some decent Talia description in this dialogue but it's all in Russian and I'm a little sad.

But the thing is, Jason, knowing her, realises that she's lying to herself - and he answers after a minute of sudden muteness that if she wasn't sorry she wouldn't say something like that in the place where no soul would accuse her of anything.

And - her shoulders drop a little and she, like, relaxes. And THEN he realises that oh shit, it was her twisted and stupid way to say Sorry. And he knows he should be angry, because she poisoned him, killed him, and now she's sorry?? But he doesn't get angry, he is a little amused by this little exchange and bone-tired, but he's not angry even a little.

After that there are few more kinda cool things i wrote in Russian and then he tries to get warm and kinda just wants to rest and to look as empty as he feels and to curl in the corner under some blanket, so Talia delicately leaves the room and lets him grieve himself.

And the last line of the scene is Jason remembering what she said him once, long time ago,

"Don't show your own weakness and always aim for your enemy's one." Врушка.

Врушка basically means "little liar" and can be used as affectionate word.

So. I don't know why but i just wanted to write it. Still wish I had some person who could help me translate things in the cool way. But whatever.

[dvixiecups]

Sick Epel bc i said so. i started writing this in august, got busy and finished it in december without rereading what i had already wrote so if there’s anything that doesn’t make sense uhhh sorry

vomit warning!

Epel hated Pomefiore. Everything about the stupid dorm, from his pompous peers and their impertinent compliments up to the housewarden himself and his strict (and stupid, in Epel's opinion) rules. Manners, politeness, beauty, dantiness… All stuff that Epel could not possibly care less about, and yet he was forced to oblige by these standards because of a stupid mirror.

These thoughts of anger brewed in his mind as he walked through the college courtyard following his history of magic class, and while nothing of note occured during that hour, the dull ache in his stomach he had woken with, worsened. He wasn't sure what it was from, only that the pain of it compromised his posture (which led to Vil chatising him during breakfast). Now, out in the open, he was dragging his feet on the cobblestone path, the tie and poof around his neck more suffocating than usual.

He really hated this uniform, the form-fitting vest, heavy jacket and textured cuffs and collar all conspiring against him and any possibility of a good day. Using the back of his left hand, Epel wiped the sweat from his forehead, then ran the same hand through his hair. Pleased at the coolness he felt with his bangs out of the way, he decided to pull his hair into a ponytail. It didn't help much, he was much too distracted by the frilly collar tickling his neck and chin. It took every fibre of his being to resist tearing his shirt off right then and there.

"A ponytail! C'est mignon!" A sudden, deep and VERY unwelcome voice sounded behind him.

Involuntarily, Epel jumped, turning quickly to face his vice housewarden.

"Pardon, pardon!" Rook excused, bending slightly to be level with Epel's face.

His annoyance quickly turned to embarassment with the presence of another person, and Epel could feel his face flush while his eyes looked everywhere besides Rook's.

"Hmm, Monsieur Pommette, are you feeling alright?" Rook grapped Epel's chin as he scanned the boys face.

Epel's eyebrow twitched with annoyance at the nickname, quickly jerking his head away. His eyebrow twitched as he suppressed the urge to snap at Rook in his usual dialect and abandon any semblence of the person Pomefiore was forcing him to become. But he knew that was out of the question, Rook would blabble to Vil, and Vil would make Epel do one escruciating punishment or another in the name of manners. That was something Epel would prefer to avoid. Especially with the cramping in his stomach and growing pain behind his eyes.

"I have a lot of work to do," he mumbled instead, pulling his shoulders back and chin up before Rook had the chance to comment, "I'll be done before supper."

And with that squared away, Epel hurried his pace to the mirrors. Rook, in his stubborn fashion, met Epel's stride with ease, and maintained pace on the short journey.

"Surely you know you could trust me with whatever ails you?"

"Mhm" He hummed noncomittedly, brushing off Rook and trying to step away.

"Trust is a beautiful thing, surely you are aware of that."

"Mhm."

Irritation coupled with his already deteriorated condition made his vision blur and legs tremble under his weight. Not in an entirely urgent matter, but an undeniable premonition of his imminent demise. Squeezing his eyes shut, effectively ignoring his body's warnings, he pressed on.

"I need to work on my studies," Epel chose his words carefully, being sure to not give Rook an opening for repremand, "I'll come out for dinner, until then, please allow me space."

It was proper, consise and affirmative, had Epel felt any better, he would have pat himself on the back right then and there. However, he did not feel better, and he had more pressing matters to take care of-- namely his stabbing headache and growing nausea. How would he take care of that? Well that's a bridge he would have to cross once in the sanctity of his room, given he would be able to evade pressing roommates and an even more insufferable housewarden.

Huffing, he stepped through the mirror, bracing himself against the vertigo-inducing and blinding journey.

The mirror, however, proved to be a simple feat opposed to the staggering sets of stairs which proceeded the Pomefiore palace. Epel could hardly breathe by the time he stepped through the tall doors into the blessedly cool housing area. All he had to do now was hug the wall and remain inconspicuous, and avoid looking at the dizzying pattern on the carpet. It was almost as if the archetecture was designed to make life absolutely miserable for anyone feeling a bit off. Granted, at this point Epel was feeling more than just a bit off, but the point stood.

Fortunately, he was able to execute the plan as thought out, letting out a deep sigh as he gently shut the door to his room. (He was sure to keep the noise to a minimum as to not foil his plan at the very last second.) Throwing himself onto his fluffed comforter, Epel let out a loud groan, muffled by his pillow. The pain in his head had increased tenfold, making even the soft light of his lamp unbearable. With his arms occupied with keeping the pillow in place around his head, Epel got to work with kicking his shoes off. (Sure, he's a slob at heart, but even he draws the line at shoes on the bed). It took an unecessary amount of effort, but after a minute or two he had successfully taken his shoes off without his hands and was able to curl up in a tight ball.

The relief from finally being able to rest after a whole day of suffering was immeasurable, and hugging his knees to his chest provided just the right amount of pressure to make the discomfort in his stomach manageable.

And in this position, his conscience gradually faded into a peaceful sleep.

His awakening was no where near as peaceful, with Rook flamoyantly letting himself into the room and pulling open the curtains with a flourish.

Epel was sure Rook had knocked prior, the vice-housewarden, as irritating as he was, would never barge into someones room without warning. Which was a testament to how deep of a sleep Epel had fallen into.

"Dinner-time, Monsiuer Pommette!" He announced, extending his hand toward Epel.

The sound of his voice was grating against Epel's sensitive ears, the light cast by the setting sum-- although soft and of a gentle hue-- burned his aching eyes and sent knots twisting in his stomach. He felt worse than when he went to sleep, and dinner sounded like the last thing he would want to do at the moment. But instead of voicing his discomfort, Epel took Rook's hand and allowed himself to be dragged into the dining room, fighting hard to keep his stomach settled during the movement.

Nausea loomed over him like heavy storm clouds, ominously rolling in and foreshadowing a treacherous outcome. The back of Epel's mind, the only part left untouched by a feverish haze, begged him to excuse himself from dinner and take the night to himself. Yet, the majority of his mind pushed him on, convincing him that missing this specific dinner would result in horrible punishment. A completely irrational fear, and yet it felt so real to Epel, so prominent he forced himself to sit in his usual seat, suffocating between the big personalities of Vil and Rook-- the formers usual light spritz of sweet, fruity frangrance intermingling with the savory smells of supper and punching Epel in the stomach.

Trying his best to sit up straight, he waited for Vil to take the first bite before picking up his utensil. On any normal day, this routine was agony, he missed being at home and able to dig into his plate without needing to be conscious of what everybody else was doing, or how straight his back was, or between which fingers he held his fork. And yet, today, all that seemed insignificant. As inconvenient as a fruit fly; paling in comparison to the monumental challenge he was facing at that moment. Which was to not get sick all over the table.

Vil, ever observant, took notice of Epel's hesistance towards eating.

"Your food will get cold if you wait too long," he cautioned, glancing at Epel without turning his head.

"Mhm," Epel hummed, really not wanting to open his mouth to give his housewarden a proper response, and hoping Vil would let it slide

"Pardon?" Vil prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Epel took a deep breath in preparation.

"Yes housewar-" and then it happened.

There wasn't even any warning, no gag, no cough. Nothing. One moment he was talking and the next he was standing up to avoid getting his own vomit on his lap. Of course there was a napkin folded neatly over his pants, but the thought of getting sick on himself still repulsed him enough to avoid the possibility altogether. He braced his right hand on the table, being sure to avoid the puddle of sick that had splashed off his plate onto the table cloth, and hovered his left over his mouth; not entirely sure his body was finished with expelling it's contents.

"Goodness!" Vil exclaimed, pushing his chair away from the table and standing up quickly.

"Quelle horreur!" Rook added, standing up, but instead of distancing himself, placing a hand between Epel's shoulder blades.

The dining room exploded with disgust as a number of his dorm members ran out of the room, the rest following at a slower, more dignified pace (yet their faces exhibited much of the same mortification).

Epel groaned in pain and embarassment, his stomach still aching and cheeks burning. Rook's hand was comforting, but not helping at all with the bubbling sensation in his gut.

"Is that all, Monsieur Pommette?" He questioned delicately, leaning closer to Epel as to not force the latter to project his voice.

Which wasn't necessary because all Epel did was shake his head no.

"We'll have this cleaned up shortly. Rook, can you help him to his room with a wastebin? I will follow you with a mineral water and compress." Vil spoke, his tone demanding, yet cool. The epitome of level-headed.

Rook gave a stern nod before gently guiding Epel away from his mess, and against his side, where he could support his underclassmen while they walked.

Vil, determined to avoid any future mess, passed a waste bin over to Rook, who used the arm not supporting Epel to hold it infront of the two.

After taking two steps away from the table, Epel reached for the bin, hugging it against his chest as his mouth lolled open in reponse to the nausea corsing through his body. A sick burp rolled out, echoing in the bin as a premonition of what was to come.

Pausing, Rook began massaging Epel's back, keeping one hand on the bucket to be sure it didn't fall.

"Oh mon piètre Epel. There is beauty in succumbing to your ailment. Surely you will feel better once all that ick is out of you," Rook stated, making an effort to speak quieter than his typical boisterous tone.

Epel hiccuped as Vil excused himself from the room, then retched loudly over the bin. His throat felt tight and uncomfortable, and he coughed dryly to rid the odd sensation. The dry cough ended up being the final straw for his tender stomach, as a wave of sick gurgled out of his mouth and into a bucket.

"There it is, you're alright," Rook commented softly, tightening his grip on the bucket.

Epel gagged again, straining the muscles in his face until they made his skin turn to an unattractive red. More vomit splashed into the bucket and Rook clicked his tongue in sympathy.

"There you are, feeling any better?"

Epel shook his head no, a deep frown etched on his face and tears drying on his cheek.

"Well then let's get you somewhere more comfortable, come on now." After taking the bucket and holding it out of sight, Rook guided Epel to the latters room.

Tired, Epel begrudgingly put one foot after another, leaning into Rooks comforting touch. More than anything Epel craved to be home and to sink in his uncomfortable, yet familier bed. He missed the hot apple cider given to him when he was sick and the comforting presence of his family. So he squeezed his eyes shut and pretended that he was there, that Rooks arm was his mothers arm and that he was walking to his real bed. The relaxation this delusion brought almost fully distracted him from all pain in his stomach.

"Ah, and here we are!" Rook announced, snapping Epel back into reality as the grand door swung into the room.

As it appeared, Vil had already come by. A cup of water lay on the night stand next to an intricately designed porcelain dish holding two chalk pills. Then on the bed was a heat pad, already plugged in and on a low setting, neatly sat atop a pair of breathable pyjamas. Truly, Vil had thought of everyting.

Rook busied himself with freshening the bucket to provide Epel with the privacy to change.

Though he was only gone for less than 4 minutes, upon his return the pills were taken, water half drinken and Epel curled in a ball with the heatpad pressed against his stomach, fast asleep. Rook gently placed the bucket on the floor next to Epels head and wished him a soft goodnight before walking out and closing the door with a quiet click.

[patt-writes-stuff]

Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!

Wc: 1.7k+

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)

A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)

🔥Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

🖌Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

🦋Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

💎Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

🍃Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! Idk if I should ask here, I'm new in tumblr. I'm a huge fan of your works and I made an account just so I could request one lol Please make one where Nozel felt like he was tired of everything, including his relationship with reader and one day the reader got worried of Nozel being workaholic and decided to make tea for him. Then she ask random things to make conversation with Nozel but Nozel suddenly got annoyed and shuts the reader up and tells her how she's being a nuisance all the time. The ending is up to you but I prefer it fluff because my heart might not take it if it's still angsty at the end lol. Thank you and have a nice day :)

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Hello April <3

I'm finally here with your request! Sorry it took so long and I'm honoured that you created a tumblr account and blog just for me! (灬´ᴗ`灬)

Also Hello Anony!! Another Taytay song fic! It's a cold and angsty one hehe!

I'm gonna do a mash up of both the request so here we go!

Warnings: very angst but it has a fluffy ending! Also, it's very long.

Nozel x f! reader

It just wasn't like Nozel to be like this. He has barely been home for the past month. It's driving you up the wall, being so distant with your man, it was almost like he was hiding something from you.

Every time he came home, you both barely spoke. He only gave short, simple responses and there was no deeper conversations.

Your heart ached as you felt the both of you growing further apart as each day passed. You started overthinking and panicking in your mind. Did he not love you anymore? Did he meet someone else outside?

You decided that you would not let your relationship go without you doing something about it.

The next day, you prepared snacks and brewed some earl grey tea and brought it over to his office.

Nozel was surprised to see you at his office, there were mountain high piles of paper work and you could see dark circles forming under his eyes. "y/n? why are you here?"

"Honey, you've been overworking yourself," you dropped your stuff on his desk, "I brought some tea and snacks for tea break"

"I do not have time for a break now, I have urgent documents to go through and a meeting in an hour."

"Honey.." You tried again. You could already hear him sigh and see him pinching his nose bridge, signalling his annoyance.

But you decided to brave the storm today, he had been neglecting you as well, "you were barely home for the past month, and you really just can't afford at least a 5 minute break with me? Is that too much to ask for Nozel?"

He put down his hands and stared at you wide eyed, your words sinking into him. "You come barging into my office, demanding me to have tea with you? Where do you think this is? A cafe?"

"I-.." you were speechless and your hands slightly shivered at his sudden outburst of frustration.

"It's just been a busy month, can't you understand that, at the very least? Can't you see all these work that needs to be done? Every time I come home all you do is whine about how you've waiting for me to have dinner and that you are very hungry, but I haven't ate anything the entire day?"

"You're just overworking yourself Nozel, is there really no one that can help you with your work? Or do you just not trust anyone enough to do anything at all because they're not as perfect as you are?"

"If you come here just to be a nuisance like you are all the time, then I suggest you leave."

The words left his tongue too quickly before he could even think about the weight of his words.

You picked up everything that you brought and threw it into the bin and you left his office.

He slammed both hands on the table and hung his head low, vexed about the entire situation. He decided to just let you go off and cool down before talking to you again tonight.

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You sat on your shared bed and hugged your knees to your chest as you bawled your eyes out. The words he said repeating in your mind like a broken record. Your feelings were right; he didn't love you anymore, he was sick and tired of you and all your imperfections. He found you a nuisance in his life.

You have a way of coming easily to me And when you take, you take the very best of me So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin' And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted

But you still loved him dearly, which is why your heart was shattered into pieces at this very moment. Even when he said all those nasty things about you, you still cared for him. You still wanted to hold him in your arms, you still wanted to stroke his hair and tell him that you'd love all of his little insecurities and that you'll always love him no matter what. You knew all of his fears and past traumas and you still wanted to protect him with all that you have.

You put up the walls and paint them all a shade of gray And I stood there loving you, and wished them all away

You sobbed, your hands still trembling from thinking about what he said, as you packed your bags, getting ready to leave.

"Lady y/n! Where are you headed to?!" your closest chamber maid, Arie saw you and held onto your hand, "Did you have a fight with sir Nozel?"

"I think he doesn't want me in his life anymore Arie." you gave a faint smile to her over your swollen eyes, "Which is why he hasn't been home lately."

"But lady y/n.. You know that he is a workaholic, it will pass, he will be home after the busy season is over." she stroked your hand, "You know he loves you very much."

You gritted your teeth at her words and thought about what he said in his office. You didn't want to break down again, "Sorry Arie. I need to go."

You took your bags and left the Silva house.

You never did give a damn thing, honey But I cried, cried for you And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you

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Throughout the meeting, Nozel's mind kept lingering to you. He knew he said some harsh words, but why couldn't you just understand that it was just a busy period?

After the long meeting, the Silver Eagle Captain came back to his office just as the cleaner was cleaning out the trash in his room.

"oh dear me Sir Nozel, what happened to this lovely porcelain tea cups?"

huh. "What teacups?" he looked over at the cleaner's direction and recognised the teacups from home. It was your favourite, they were a gift from him to you.

His heartbeat started accelerating as he realised what was going on. You knew he disliked drinking tea from paper cups so you specially brought tea cups from home to have tea with him.

"Sorry, could I just have everything from in there?" The royal took over the wastepaper basket from the servant and dismissed him.

He picked up and opened the thermal bottle and the tea was still warm. His favourite Earl Grey tea. And the carefully wrapped bento, of course, held his favourite roasted duck. The tea cups were broken, but he picked up every piece of it and wrapped it carefully with a cloth.

He called for one of his members to bring the teacups to a professional to have it fixed. "I do not care about the price. Fix these at all cost."

It was the first time in his life that this royal ate and drank something that had been in a bin before. But he finished up everything you prepared for him.

You were right, he should have and could have just spared 5 to 10 minutes of his time to have some tea with you, since you came all the way to see him.

There was a mole in the clover kingdom; which was why he was extra careful and meticulous about each and every document. He wanted to make sure the mole wasn't from his very squad, which would bring disappointment to the king and dishonour to the Silva household and Silver Eagles' name.

It wasn't that he didn't miss you, he was just the kind that just gets to deep into his work that he forgets the time until his eyelids and back start giving away.

He decided to go home to apologise to you immediately. He grabbed your favourite (snack name) on his way back, hoping to appease you.

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"Sir Nozel!" Arie cried out when he finally came home, "Lady y/n packed her bags and left!"

"What?!" Nozel half shouted as he was taken by surprise by what the servant had just said.

"I tried to stop her but she said she needed to go" Tears welled up in Arie's eyes, she really loved the both of you very much.

He had to make sure himself. He flew up into your shared room. It was so neat and empty, all the mess you made, the ones he always half grumbled about, was gone. Pain pricked at his heart, regretting every single negative thing he ever said to you. Did she really think I'd care about all her make ups and accessories laying on the dressing table? He dropped everything in his hands on the now empty table.

He went over to your shared walk-in wardrobe. It was so empty the nothingness seems to scream back at him. Did she really think I'd care about all her clothes taking up the space?

The bed, beautifully made, your little stuffed toy missing on your side of the bed. Funny how one little toy would make such a big difference ; the bed felt so big and cold. Did she really think she was a nuisance in my life? He asked himself as his fingers grazed over your side of the bed.

Your pillow. It was wet. His eyes narrowed as a pain pierced through his chest, thinking about your frame hugging onto your pillow as you cried over the words he said. All those times you were there for him, holding him when he talked about his insecurities. How your fingers intertwined with his hair so perfectly. How he neglected you for the past month. Just 5 minutes Nozel, couldn't you spare her that 5 minutes? His fist clenched at your pillow as the pain in his chest tightened as though someone was clamping on his heart.

y/n.. where did you go?

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You sat at the balcony of Mimosa's bedroom, overlooking the night sky. You were done crying, or more like your eyes didn't have any tears anymore. It was so swollen you could feel your face all puffed up. You took in a deep breathe of fresh air, calming yourself down.

"Are you feeling better y/n?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about the details? Was your fight so bad you had to pack up everything and leave?"

"I'd cry again if I talked about anything about Nozel, so maybe give me more time."

"oh dearie.." she came to stand beside you, "I'm sure everything will turn out okay. It's movie night at the Golden Dawn HQ, do you want to join us?"

"It's fine, the view here is beautiful, I'll just sit here if you don't mind"

You took another sigh after Mimosa left.

Oh, what a shame What a rainy ending given to a perfect day Oh, every smile you fake is so condescending Countin' all the scars you've made Now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through I've never been anywhere cold as you

You thought about your entire relationship with Nozel.

You knew he was grumpy and sometimes snappy but you still loved him as he was. He never meant any harm and you knew that he loved you dearly. He doted on you and opened up to you, which you were really grateful for.

But he never spoke words like today before. You knew he was busy with work but were you really always a nuisance to him?

Tears welled up in your eyes whenever you thought about that word. When you thought you were already done crying, a new wave of sorrow and despair washed over you and your tap works were suddenly broken again.

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You heard a knock on Mimosa's room's door. It must be one of the Golden Dawn members calling you to join them for some after movie event.

"Come in." You turned around and came face to face with Nozel.

He closed the door behind him, "y/n, can we talk?"

The sight of him sent a mixed ripple of feelings through you. Part of you were angry and didn't want to talk to him yet another part of you were surprised.

"How did you know where I was?"

"I went to the coral peacocks, the blue rose and you were not there, this was the third place and William told me you came over earlier."

You looked on the floor, unable to keep eye contact with him, afraid that your tears would spill again.

You breaking off your eye contact sent another blow to his chest. He could tell you were crying from your puffy face and it pained him to know how much he has hurt you.

"y/n." he took another step closer to you, "will you please come home?"

"No." you said it so softly but quickly.

"I know what I said was improper. I was wrong to say whatever I said this afternoon."

Your vision was blurry again as tears threatened to spill once more. Your entire being shook as you forced yourself to calm down. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes a little as those tears fall to the ground.

You were embraced with strong lean arms and a chest you were so familiar yet distant with. You spent countless nights sleeping in this chest but it has been a long time since you felt this warmth.

"I'm sorry y/n. Please don't cry because of me. I am truly undeserving of your tears or your pain" His slender fingers stroked your head and held you tightly as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.

"You have no idea...." You said between sobs, unable to complete your sentence.

"Please give me a second chance y/n, I promise to make it up to you. Please. I'll try to fix everything just like those tea cups you threw away, so please don't throw us away." his voice was also shaking, as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

"Even if you fixed those tea cups, there will still be cracks in them..." You looked up at him, noticing a slight glimmer in his eye.

"It may not be perfect anymore, but it's still useable.. And it will still your favourite teacup, am I right?" he stroked your tears away from your face, crooking his neck slightly to have a better look at your face.

"I guess...." you said softly.

"You may have thrown it away, but I'll pick it back up and fix it." he tucked a stray strand of hand behind your ear, "I won't let you go just like that."

You looked up at his sincere purple orbs. Slight red streaks painted on his eye whites, showing how distressed he was over you. The corners of his eyes were slightly damp. Did Nozel Silva cry? Or were you seeing things?

"Also, thank you for the roasted duck and Earl Grey tea this afternoon." he managed a little smile for you.

For everyone, Nozel Silva smiling was a really rare occurrence. Some never ever saw his smile. But you knew his smile the best. You've seen it the most, like his smile was almost reserved for you and only you.

"too bad you didn't know how they tasted," you smiled tiredly at him, the ordeal of the day finally taking a toll on you.

"They were good, albeit the duck being slightly cold after I got out from my meeting. But the tea was still warm."

You stared at him. "You ate from the bin?"

"Yes I did." he hint of blush crept up on his cheeks, "for the first time in my life I believe."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle, thinking about the grumpy man picking out the food from the bin and eating it. All your anger and sadness dissipating.

"Well, it was still in the bento, so it's clean.." he mumbled, trying to get his blush to go away. "well, am I forgiven then?"

"Well," you pouted at him, "I'm sorry about earlier on too. I know you're busy because of the mole in the kingdom and such.."

"Don't apologise my princess," he kissed your forehead, "shall we head home please? I need to nuzzle into your neck right about now."

Your heart palpitated at the nickname he rarely used. You nodded shyly, "let me just pack up and thank Mimosa for the hospitality."

-end-

Ok this took me a few hours and i had tears in my eyes writing this, I am very sorry for any grammar mistakes! Hope you enjoyed it as much I did!

[jediken0bi]

Boundaries

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

When JJ makes an offhand comment about Spencer not being particularly fond of physical touch to his girlfriend it causes a bit of a misunderstanding.

word count: 3180

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Ever since you and Spencer decided to ditch your colleagues for the third time in a row to watch Doctor Who at his place instead, which resulted in him awkwardly admitted to liking you at the end of the night, you two have been practically inseparable. You knew that Spencer was shy when it comes to physical affection from the start but you also knew that a huge part of it was the lack of said affection throughout his life.

Often times he looks surprised when you hug him or kiss him with no particular reason in mind other than that you wanted to.

It's like he's used to only experiencing soft touches in the context of challenging and heartbreaking events happening to him.

You were set on changing that. You're going to make up for all the people who have failed to treat him with the love he deserves.

So far he hasn't stopped you from trying either. You cuddle him every chance you get, you kiss him whenever the opportunity presents itself and the environment allows it, you hold his hand while you're on the jet. You make sure Spencer is on board for all of this though.

You always ask him if he's okay with it before. The last thing you want is for Spencer to feel uncomfortable with you.

He's never denied you though and your question is always received with a big smile on his face.

Despite being very responsive to your touches Spencer doesn't allow himself to outright ask for them. Your best guess is that it comes from a long line of people denying him these simple pleasures. The thought breaks your heart.

You two were in the elevator on your way to meet the rest of the team in the bullpen when it all sort of went south.

You were holding hands with Spencer and he subconsciously squeezes your hand a little once the doors open. You give him a smile and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek.

He immediately turns bright red and you giggle. He's given up on asking you for their reasons. He's starting to accept that you like kissing him and that's reason enough.

He grins at you and you let go of your grip on his hand. You both walk to your respective desks and stuff your go bags under them.

Before you can make your way back to Spencer you spot JJ across the room seemingly headed straight to your desk.

You know JJ is Spencers best friend and while you admittedly had a hard time accepting that your boyfriends best friend was a woman he used to have a crush on, you decided that you had absolutely no reason not to trust Spencer. He was happy with you and JJ was married with kids after all. Hell, Spence is their godfather. There's no need to worry about either of them having feelings for the other. You're sure of it"

Plus, you really like JJ. She was the hardest to win over simply because she and Spencer were so close but she never treated you with hostility. She was kind and respectful but kept you at distance until she was sure you were right for Spencer. You would've been upset if you weren't so happy someone was looking out for him after all.

"Good morning JJ" you greet her happily.

It really had been a good morning.

You and Spencer woke up earlier than usual to eat breakfast together. He made you pancakes!

Or, at least he tried. They were a bit burned but you told him that they were the best pancakes you have ever had. And you meant it.

He, of course, turned bright red and refused to take the compliment so you shut him up with a kiss.

A kiss that said 'Thank you for making me breakfast. I love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life eating burned pancakes with you'.

"Hey Y/N i was wondering if you had a minute to talk. About Spence." JJ approached you with a certain worry in her eyes that immediately unsettled you.

"What do you mean? Did something happen? I just saw him a minute ago and he seemed fine" You say nervously. Was there something you overlooked?

You make a mental note to go through the events of this morning again.

"No, he's fine! It's not that. I just wanted to talk to you about how it's going with Spencer. You know, being a couple and all"

JJ seemed almost nervous.

You weren't sure what to think about that.

She never dug around in your business before and you don't think she's got any malicious intentions but it does throw you off a little bit.

"Did you have something specific in mind? We're doing great, JJ. I know you worry about him but i think he's happy with me"

You say proudly because you know he is.

He tells you every night when you two settle down to lie in each others arms to read for a bit.

That's code for Spencer reading to you while laying his head on your stomach and you playing with his hair.

You smile at the memory.

"Uh yeah i guess i do. I just don't want you to think of this as something personal but i think as his best friend i owe it to Spencer to talk to you about it"

She looks down at her feet seemingly uncomfortable but willing to go through with this.

You were shocked to say the least. What could she possibly have in mind that would potentially hurt your feelings? Your mind goes to the worst possible scenarios and it's giving you a good bit of anxiety.

JJ seems to spot the look on your face and grabs your hands.

"No, no, no it's nothing bad per se! Just something you should be aware of to avoid misunderstandings"

You let out a small breath and calm down a bit. You're still confused though. If it's so urgent, why wouldn't Spencer tell you himself?

You were curious though.

"Okay so what is this about then?"

JJ looks at you with a bit of pity in her eyes and you immediately decide you hate that look.

"It's just that, you know, Spence is a bit of a germaphobe and he just doesn't do very well with people invading his personal space. Not that you're invading his space! Gosh no, you're his girlfriend after all. It's just that it seems like he might be a bit overwhelmed. I know it's non of my business, but i think he's trying to be okay with the PDA because it's something you want. I'm all for expanding your comfort zones but i'm afraid Spence is not going to tell you himself"

She finishes her nervous rant and you felt your heart sinking.

Is that why he never asks for your touch? You thought it was because he was shy but maybe it's because it makes him uncomfortable.

Was he trying to protect your feelings by not denying you touch whenever you asked?

Or worse, did he think you would leave him if he put up some boundaries?

Your eyes are filled with unshed tears and you look down at your feet out of embarrassment. You don't want to see the look on JJ's face right now. You're humiliated and honestly just upset Spencer wasn't telling you all this himself.

"Oh. Well, i'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought we were okay but i'll make an effort to turn it down. Thanks JJ"

It's clear she wanted to say something in return but you already turned away from her to flee the scene. It was overwhelming and you didn't want her to see you cry over this.

You went to the only place you knew you could feel freely without having to downplay the whole thing.

Penelopes Office.

You knock twice at her door.

"Hey Pen, can i come in? Are you busy?"

She immediately opens the door and with it, her arms.

"Never too busy for you honey bun!"

You give her a sad smile and hug her tightly.

You sniffle a little and she closes the door behind you two.

"What's wrong Y/N? Did Spencer do anything? I'll kill him for you. I have about twenty seven different ways that would make it look like an accident! Perks of working for the FBI"

This actually makes you laugh and you immediately know you've made the right call coming to Garcia.

"It's more about what he didn't do. Pen, am i a bad girlfriend?"

She grabs your shoulders and pushes you out of her embrace to look at you.

"What? How could you possibly think that? Boy Wonder has never been happier and i've known the kid for a solid couple of years!"

You look down again with an empty smile

"Then why would he send JJ to tell me all about how uncomfortable i make him?"

Okay so maybe you were being a bit dramatic but it feels like he broke your trust by talking to JJ about it before talking to you. At least, you assume he did. Why else would she bring this up?

"He did what? Are you sure?"

You raise your arms in a frustrated manner.

"I don't know Penny all i know is that JJ had some thoughts on how to be in a relationship with Spence!"

Garcia looked shocked and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah, that was my initial reaction too"

She shakes herself out of it.

"Did you talk to Spencer about what he thinks?"

You look at her with sheepish eyes.

"I don't want to yet. I'm upset with him and honestly a little embarrassed. I just wish he would've told me certain things himself. I think i'm going to take a sick day, okay? Can you let Hotch know i'm out for today?"

She looks at you with understanding eyes and gives you a nod.

"Of course, Bunny. Take care. And don't forget that Spencer loves you!"

You smile and give her a nod in return.

"Yeah, i know"

And with that you're out the door and on your way to grab your bag from your desk.

Of course you end up running into the one person you don't want to talk to right now.

Spencer looks at you with a small smile and you give him one back. Admittedly, yours looks a bit forced but you don't have the energy to pretend right now.

"What are you doing?" He asks innocently. He must be unaware of your conversation with JJ.

"I- Uh i'm taking a sick day. I'm not feeling so well"

You try to avoid eye contact but you fail to ignore Spencers worried expression in your peripheral vision.

"Are you okay? Was it the breakfast? I told you you shouldn't have eaten the pancakes!"

He sounds so distressed you can't help but laugh.

You were still mad at him but he was just too cute for his own good.

Out of habit you raise your hand to plant it on the nape of his neck where you usually toy with his hair before kissing him.

Just as you were about to put your hand on him you shake yourself out of it and retreat it.

He looks at you with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He asks you with sad eyes. He's giving you completely mixed signals and it's driving you insane. Did he suddenly want you to touch him?

"Nothing. I just- I'm really tired"

You look down at your bag and pick it up to make your way out of there.

Spencer grabs your hand and it causes you to stop in your tracks. You breath in and out and turn around to look at him once again.

"Are- I mean are you leaving now?"

He looks at you with an embarrassed glint in his eyes. But there's something more to it. He looks hopeful. Like he's expecting something.

Maybe he's waiting for you to kiss him goodbye like you always do says a small voice on the back of your head.

No, you shake your head, JJ was perfectly clear about these things.

"Yeah, i am. See you later okay?"

You say with a small smile. You weren't mad at him for not being comfortable with PDA. That's not it at all. You just wanted him to be the one telling you.

You squeeze his hand and he exhales a little.

"Yes! Yeah, um, we're still on for tonight right? Your place?"

He seems so nervous and it reminds you a lot of the first few dates you two had. He was so afraid of messing up, of being laughed at or rejected.

"Of course we are. I'll order us some Chinese"

You give him a real smile and he starts lighting up as well.

"Yeah i'd like that. See you, uh, tonight then"

He's still holding your hand and you squeeze it one more time before letting go.

As you step into the elevator you know that you two have a lot to talk about.

--timeskip approx. 8h--

You've spend all day trying to figure out how to talk to Spencer about what happened at work today. You didn't want to fight with him and you hope he's not going to try and shut you out.

All your worries pretty much wash away when you find Spencer at your door holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

When he finally reveals himself behind them you can't help but drag him inside and press a kiss to his lips. You smile into the kiss and it's not long before Spencer does the same. It's harder than it sounds like but you two aren't willing to separate yet so you keep kissing for a little longer before leaning back to accept the arrangement.

"Thank you, Spence. They're beautiful"

You push the curls out of his face and cup his cheek in your hand.

He leans into it and closes his eyes for a second

"Almost as beautiful as you"

It's barely a whisper but you heard him.

Putting the flowers down on the counter you don't waste a single second hugging him tight to your chest.

He hums in contentment and you melt into him.

You've missed him so much today. You weren't used to being at distance with him. Emotionally or physically.

Speaking of.

"Does that mean we're okay again?"

Spencer asks pressing small kisses to your neck.

You shutter slightly before leaning back to look at him.

"What do you mean? Were we not okay before?"

You brush the curls that have fallen back into his eyes away again and he looks at you with wide loving eyes.

"I don't know i thought we were but then you didn't- um i don't know you just left and i thought maybe i had done something to upset you?"

He looks nervous. Almost like he's afraid he's going to say something wrong. You give him a small sad smile and decide that now is as good of a time as ever.

"I didn't kiss you because i know you're not comfortable with that"

You weren't mad anymore. You had enough time to process what happened and you've come to the conclusion that Spencer must've had his reasons. You're willing to let him explain.

He on the other hand looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"What? No i- why would you think that?"

You huff out a breath and look at him for a moment with raised eyebrows. You really thought he was going to tell you now. Is he waiting for you to say it?

Spencer looked genuinely confused and upset you would even suggest such a thing. It makes you wonder if he talked to JJ at all.

"Look, JJ came to talk to me today and cleared some things up and honestly i'm not upset about what she said. Not really. I'm upset i had to find out from someone who wasn't you. You could've told me. You should have told me actually"

This didn't do anything to wipe off Spencers confused expression. If anything, his frown just got deeper.

"Y/N i seriously don't know what you're talking about. I haven't talked to JJ this week"

Now it's your turn to frown. Did he not know? Was it really just JJ making assumptions that weren't true?

"But she said- No it doesn't matter what she said. What matters is that i want you to tell me, right now, if my affections make you uncomfortable in any shape of form. It's okay if they do Spence! I know i'm a lot but it's important we're both okay with what's happening between us"

He stares at you with a mix of adoration and confusion.

"Of course i'm not uncomfortable with you! I would tell you if i was. It's not even like you're doing any of it without checking with me first! Why would i lie to you?"

You let out a frustrated huff.

"Because you don't wanna hurt my feelings! But it's okay. We're equals and we can set up boundaries if you want. All that matters to me is that you won't shut me out"

Spencer smiles at you and it confuses you. Why the sudden mood change? Not that you're complaining. His smile always did manage to make you feel better. This time is no exception.

He grabs your hands and pulls you closer again.

This is new. Not the hand holding, but the fact that Spencer is the one initiating it.

"I promise you i have never been more comfortable with a person. I don't know what JJ told you and i'm definitely going to have a talk with her about boundaries but as far as we go, i'm more than happy with where and what we are"

You give him a small laugh and he joins in.

You wrap your arms around his middle and bury your head in his chest.

"So you're okay with me kissing you or touching you in general? In front of the team"

He presses a small kiss to the top of your head.

"More than okay" He whispers

You smile and lift your head to give him a proper kiss. He grabs the side of your head and pulls you even closer.

Lips just millimeters apart you look him in the eyes and find nothing but love in them.

"Also, next time you leave work without kissing me goodbye i'll make a scene. No hesitation"

You laugh loudly and push him away. He playfully stumbles back a couple of steps and laughs with you. He shrugs his shoulders

"Try me"

You lean your head on his shoulder.

You don't even know what you were worried about anymore. Spencer has a way to make all the problems seem to minuscule. You can confidently say you've never been happier.

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 11

Zemo turns. Stark is looking right at him through that red and gold helmet. He has to win today. He has to win for you. You may hate him now over what happened back then, but he will always be in love with you. He wonders, are you watching him on TV now? Or are you completely done with him?

He wouldn't blame you if you were.

Being labelled a murderer isn't exactly something to celebrate. Stark had made sure he lived with that. Everything Zemo worked for, gone because of an accident.

Maybe if Pietro hadn't been driving a Stark vehicle, he would still be here today. The only car Stark ever builds that has had a high success rate is the one he drives himself.

Pietro's car malfunctioned. He couldn't turn the wheel. He crashed straight into the barrier, full speed. There was nothing left.

His life was over.

His engine flaring to life had him turning back to the track. He would win today. He had to. Even if he felt like a part of him was missing.

The engine. His breathing. The distant sound of the crowd. He let it all consume him. He was in the zone.

And then, he was off.

Stark kept in line with him. The pair of them darting across the track in perfect sync with each other. It was a game. A dangerous game. One Zemo may very well be done playing after this season.

Around the first bend.

Strange was just behind them, not getting too close. This rivalry was something he didn't want to get in the middle of. Every race he drives behind them, watching. Every race he wonders if something will happen.

One day, he is sure, it will.

They're still in line with one another as they approach the second bend. Tony, however, gets a little closer. Zemo doesn't look away from the road. He has to focus.

You might be watching.

The pair of them get round the bend with no issues as of yet. Tony is still too close for comfort, but Zemo will have to deal with it. He is relying on the third bend to put Stark back a bit. Once he's around it, he can give it all he's got.

However, Stark softens up a little. He falls back on the approach. Zemo didn't have enough time to think on it as his car malfunctions right under him. It locks, the wheel stuck. He can't slow down, and then-!

Hot. It's very hot.

Instinct kicks in. Zemo has never been in a situation like this before, but he has prepared for it. He has no time to panic as he focuses on getting out. He needs to get out.

The ground beneath him is a welcome feeling as he falls out, crawling away from his totalled car quickly.

The first ambulance, the one stationed nearest to the corner, arrives. They help him up and into the back, urgently looking him over.

Stark is approaching the line.

Zemo sits in the back of the ambulance. He let's them do what they have to do as he just sits there. His mind wanders to you. He hoped, in that moment, you hadn't been watching.

He realised right then and there that he no longer cared about winning. It wouldn't have been worth it anyway. Not without you there to celebrate with him.

Zemo was fine.

He had got out so quickly he was fine. They were still concerned for him, but he brushed them off. When he exited the ambulance, Sam and James were there.

"Worried?" He asked.

They turn and look at him, relief washing over them.

"We thought you were...."

"Dead?" He finished.

"Yeah. You alright?" Sam looked him up and down.

"I'm alive."

"What the Hell happened?"

"My car malfunctioned, so to speak. Everything locked up. I couldn't turn, I couldn't slow down. Yet, here I stand."

"Zemo, you don't think-?" Sam begins to ask.

"Who is to say? If there is anything left of my car once the fire is out, be my guest and take a look. Perhaps I should blow out now, cut my losses."

"Zemo, no. You can still race."

"Is there a point?"

"You miss them." James looks at Zemo with a stoic face.

"Of course I miss them."

Zemo looked like a broken man standing there. His fists were clenched and his jaw set.

"Y/N was watching," Sam told him.

Zemo looks at him.

"Sarah called Wanda. She had gone to see Y/N earlier. Apparently, Y/N had rushed into the back to watch the race when they heard it starting."

"Then Y/N saw that." Zemo's eyes drift to his car.

"You have got to call them," James said.

"What do I say?"

"The truth. You're in love with them. You're sorry for not being honest with them."

Zemo runs a hand down his face and sighs.

"I need to think."

He walks away, following the rest of the race track. The race finished moments ago. All cars, that hadn't also malfunctioned, crossing the line. Sam and Bucky watch him go.

Your boss had closed up shop for the rest of the day. He had sat with you in the office until you had managed to calm down a bit. You clutched your phone tightly in your hand as you sat in his office chair, waiting. You have begged him to turn the TV back on. Reports of the accident flooding in.

You were so scared.

There had been no confirmation on Zemo. They were just talking about what may have happened. You couldn't handle the not knowing.

You: Please tell me you're alive.

You: Reply, you bastard!

You: I need to know.

You had panicked texted him. You just needed any sign that he was alive and well. It didn't matter any more. You loved him, you believed him. You needed him to be alive.

"Staring at your phone isn't going to being an answer."

You lips your lip and nod softly.

"I know."

Your boss put some coffee on the table for you, but you weren't sure if you wanted it or not.

"Why haven't they said anything about him?"

"I don't know."

"Stark won, didn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Good for him," you say, bitterly.

"Maybe you should go home."

"I'll only sit and worry there. I could also use the company." You look at him with a small smile.

"Alright. Then, we shall sit here and wait. I'll stay here all night I have to."

You chuckle lightly, but your heart wasn't in it. Your heart was yearning for your man.

Was he still your man?

Damn it, you should have gone to the race.

Zemo sits in his locker room alone. His phone feels heavy in his hands. Your name is on his screen. His thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

He saw your texts.

It would be cruel of him not to reply.

When he saw your name pop up, his heart soared. You were worried. Scared. For him. Were you still in love with him?

He closed his eyes and sighed.

He was going to make things right, he had to. He had messed up everything enough.

Stark had a big storm coming.

His phone rang. He looked at the number. For a moment his heart sped up, thinking it was you. It wasn't. He didn't recognise the number.

"Hello?"

"Helmut?"

"Wanda?"

That was unexpected. He hadn't seen her since... well, since then.

"Did they tell you?"

"They said you had gone to see Y/N. Is this true?"

"Yes. They watched the race. I wanted to call and say, I forgive you. I never blamed you for what happened to my brother. It was Stark that had that car built for him."

"Yes, I remember."

"Is that little witch still with him?"

"Yes. She is here."

"I think it's time to reveal the truth to her. No more secrets, yes?"

"Yes." He smiles, though she obviously couldn't see it.

"I must go. I trust everything will work out."

"Yes. Wanda, thank you."

Wanda hangs up. Your messages pop back up. He smiles as he types. Once his message is sent, he gets up and walks out, determined.

Time to show Stark he isn't defeated by him. Zemo meant business now.

Your phone lights up.

You grab it quickly and open it, seeing the message on your phone. You could cry happy tears.

Your boss doesn't need to see the message to know who it is. Your whole face lights up as you look at him and smile.

Zemo: I need you too.

You have never moved so quickly in your life before.

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[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13ish. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 53 - The Stakeout

[ Felix ]

My plan is working out so perfectly, I honestly can't believe it! I didn't slip up once about Felix and Suzie's secret stakeout, not even when Dad asked me if we had any plans for tonight.

"Uhm, no, maybe we'll watch Frozen II again, you know… in our pajamas and stuff…" My innocent act is so convincing, Dad doesn't suspect a thing.

Hee hee, I'm so clever! I always break out in giggles whenever I imagine the surprise on Dad's face when he sees us at the movie's, even though I haven't decided yet if we're going to stay hidden or reveal ourselves. Guess we'll just see how it goes and wing it.

I make a big show out of searching for my bunny I just can't sleep without and who I find stuffed into a corner underneath my bed ('How did you get in there?') and packing up my things, including the DVD I'm pretending we're going to watch, snickering to myself at my deception skills.

Dad drops me off at Suzie's house well before we're supposed to leave, which gives us enough time to hole up in her room that is refreshingly un-girly, to talk over our plan one final time.

"Remember, no dawdling, we need to get to the movie's early, did you tell your mom that?" Suzie nods enthusiastically, she's a really great partner to have!

"Yup. I've told her about a thousand times, she's getting so annoyed at me whenever I bring it up. Did you confirm that we do have the right movie theater? It would be such a shame if we went to the wrong one!"

"Mh-hm, check! I asked my dad about his plans today, like I don't even care that much about them. It's so funny that I know all about it, like when and with whom he's going but he still keeps it a secret, as if I wasn't smart enough to figure some stuff out on my own!"

"Good, good. Oooh I'm so excited, Felix!"

"Me tooo! I can't wait until it's time to leave!" We jump around on her bed with glee, to burn off some of our nervous energy until we're tuckered out on the bed, still holding our stomachs with laughter.

And then, oh boy I'm so nervous, it's time to leave for the movies. Suzie and I tumble over ourselves to get in the car and her mom gives us a mildly exasperated look from the front seat, asking "Everybody ready?"

Heck yeah, I was born ready, bring it on!

"Would you like to get some popcorn guys?" I can barely hear Suzie's mom's question, too busy scanning the crowd for a familiar with an unfamiliar face.

"Uh huh!," I answer absent-mindedly, my heart jumping when I see someone I think is my dad, but who turns out to only have the same haircut. The suspense is killing me!

"Where are they?" My voice is an urgent whisper only Suzie's supposed to hear but she just shrugs, looking over the crowd herself with eagle eyes.

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[ DS ]

Waiting all dressed up for a night at the movie's, I'm waiting on the stairs to my bedroom, checking my watch every five second's because I'm so anxious, I forget the time the second I look away from the watch. Mulder's late for our date, which is quite unusual for him and I'm this close to freaking myself out into thinking he's going to stand me up tonight.

Which is crazy, he's confirmed it so many times in the last three days, the rational side of my brain states matter-of-factly, while the little part of me that's been stood up and/or ghosted plenty of times in the past is currently anxiously breathing into a paper bag. Scared half to death that this is the other shoe about to drop, no-one could be this perfect. Could they?

Saved from further falling down that particular rabbit hole of self-doubt by the literal doorbell, I'm across the front hall in a relieved dash, opening the door to reveal my very handsome date, grinning sheepishly over a bouquet of daisies.

"Sorry I'm late, you can't imagine how hard it is to get a hold of daisies in January!" He steps into the doorway and into my personal space to slip his free hand to the small of my back to pull me closer, lean down and press a gentle kiss to my smiling lips. "Hi!"

It's simple and sweet, but it doesn't fail to tingle in all the right places and a few wrong ones, for standing in the doorway at least. It takes a few breathless moments to drag back my mind from going down the path of Just drag him upstairs, movie be damned.

"Hi! Thank you, how did you know daisies are my favorite flowers?" The hand has not left it's spot on my back, now it's tracing maddeningly slow circles over the silky material of my dress as his lips turn upwards into a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe he picked up on the tiny flush on my cheeks or the imperceptible hitch of my breath when the thought of how much I'd like to discover how his hand would feel underneath all the silk. Heaven help me, I don't think I'll survive sitting next to him at the movies, smelling so heavenly and looking so delicious in his casual grey shirt and jeans.

"I used my impeccable deducting skills as a profiler, handkerchief and the name you picked out at Starbuck's and all that… so I took a wild guess. You should maybe put these in some water." Even if his arm wasn't wrapped around my waist with no intention of letting go anytime soon, I wouldn't trust my wobbly legs to take me to the kitchen without falling.

Dimly aware that we're cutting it kind of close to get to the movies on time, I can't resist the temptation of running my hands up the soft cotton on his chest and around his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his neck that I know will make his breath hitch.

"You're probably right… " Another hitched breath when I press my nose into his neck, pretending not to breathe in his aftershave too obviously. "But you look too handsome to let go just now." His bashful chuckle and an indiscernible mumble I think is supposed to be "Oh stop, you…" makes me smile into his freshly shaved, smooth neck.

"Guys. If you're going to make out in the doorway all night, can you at least close the door? It's getting cold in here!" The icy glare I shoot over my shoulder at Holly, leaned against the archway into the living room, arms crossed and smirk on her face, doesn't faze her one bit. "Besides, didn't you want to see a movie?"

Regretfully, the hand on my back leaves its spot the second she started to speak and I already miss its warmth, even though I'm sure it'll find its way back to that spot sometime later tonight anyway.

"I'll …uh.. put these in some water."

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[ FM ]

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to survive sitting next to Scully in that dress for almost two hours without a misdemeanor for public indecency, my heart still so elated from her calling me handsome. I'm glad I kept that embarrassed giggle to myself, guys don't get complimented even half as often as they'd like and most of the time it's in answer to telling a woman she's beautiful, with a 'You don't look so bad yourself.' Which doesn't even feel half as good as a genuine compliment.

In my daze after our close encounter at the door, I somehow manage to remember on our way to the kitchen that I haven't told her how absolutely amazing she looks in her dress yet. A gross oversight I correct immediately, earning myself an embarrassed giggle and the flash of a bright smile from Scully.

Daisies placed in a glass vase and decorating the girls's kitchen table from now on, we're finally off to the movies, just a tad later than planned. The whole car ride, my hand clutching the steering wheel itches to place itself on the exposed skin just above her knee, if I wasn't so sure not to run a red light or two with that kind of distraction.

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[ Felix ]

I stare at the big clock in the foyer of the movie theater in horror, watching the minute hand inch forward bit by bit, growing more antsy with every passing minute. It's already 6:20pm and I'm actually so antsy, I've already stuffed half of my popcorn bag into my mouth and drank a good part of my soda.

"What if they're not coming?" Suzie whispers to me anxiously for the thousandth time tonight, only adding to my own worries.

Then, after almost an eternity, my heart leaps into my throat beating so hard I can actually feel its erratic beating in my neck, I spot Dad's head over the crowd of people waiting for the movie to start. He's wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen on his face, but even when I crane my neck and shift left and right, I can't see who he's talking to. Darn it, why do I have to be so short?

Time stops for me and the racing heartbeat in my throat when the crowd parts just enough for me to see and what I see makes me wish I never came to this stupid movie theater in the first place.

With a painful twisting of my stomach, a thousand times worse than when Simon kicked me in there at recess one time, I discover that the person he's got his arm wrapped around, leaning down to whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh, is no other than Miss Scully. My Miss Scully!

The other people's laughter, the crunch of their popcorn, the rustling of the tickets in their hands, the teenage-boy yelling behind the counter - "Do you want butter on that popcorn?" - are far too loud in my ears as the world as I know it shatters into a million pieces right before my eyes.

No, no, no, this is not happening! This is not my dad, pulling my Miss Scully into a kiss with a hand on her cheek, ruining what I thought would be just a fun story to tell in the future, how I cleverly found out the identity of a stranger.

Frozen to the spot, I stare at them in open-mouthed shock, hands clenched tightly around both popcorn and cup, holding my breath in hope of waking up from this nightmare. I count to ten slowly, expecting to open my eyes any second to find myself back in my room, in the safety of my warm bed, my world in which my dad would never lie to me still intact.

Christmas. Since Christmas, all they did was lie to me, sneaking around behind my back, probably snickering at my attempts to uncover the secret identity of Squirrel, who was under my nose all along, stupid baby Felix was just too blind to see it.

“Felix!” Suzie squeals out next to me, jumping back from the splashes of my soda cup and the few kernels of popcorn I didn't even realize I've let go of. The sound of my name turns Dad’s head sharply, searching the crowd until our eyes lock across the crowded room, shocking me back into action.

Trampling over my scattered, soda soaked popcorn, weaving my way past the laughing people, past Dad who I see out of the corner of my eye is pushing his way through the crowds himself, past the coat-check and out the double doors onto the busy street.

A huge, ugly ball of emotions is burning a hole in my stomach and my chest is painfully tight, the stiff January breeze freezing the hot tears on my cheeks in seconds

I’ve already made up my mind on my way out, the only clear thought I’m able to make in my confusion. I'm running away.

From the two people I thought I could trust, but who've lied to me for weeks, to the only safe place I can think of. Grandma's house. It can't be that far to run to, I think, but I might have to stop and ask a stranger for directions to New Haven. “Hi, I’m Felix and I’m lost, can you help me please?”

Over the sounds of the bustling of a city full of strangers that have no idea why a little boy without a coat is tearing down the sidewalk, I can hear Dad's hot on my heels, calling out my name over and over, yelling for me to please stop.

Ignoring his pleas in a blind panic, I run as fast as my little legs will go, if I can only get across that street, onto the square, I can disappear into the crowd and never go back.

Just when I think I've almost made it, two familiar arms around my waist scoop me up from the sidewalk, effectively stopping all my plans to start a new life with Grandma. No! Let me go! I need to get to Grandma's house!

Kicking and screaming stuck in the worst tantrum of my life, the people passing by glance our way uncomfortably, I claw at his arms to break free from the death grip he keeps around my waist. The will to fight leaves my body with each kick and every scream until I've tired myself out enough for Dad to set me back down onto the sidewalk.

Trembling and freezing cold, I let Dad turn me around to surrender into the only safe space I’ve known my entire life. Sobbing all the hurt, the fear, the betrayal and the confusion into the shoulder of his shirt that smells like our laundry detergent, his familia Dad-smell, safety and home.

His hands stroking my back and my hair are so familiar, I instinctively wrap my arms around him too, clinging to him like a baby Koala bear. "I'm sorry, Felix. I'm so sorry.," he apologizes into my hair over and over again, he sounds so genuinely upset, I slowly, very slowly, start to believe him.

After having my world turned upside down and then turned right side up again in just a few minutes, I'm suddenly so very tired and also really, really cold without my coat to keep me warm.

"I want to go home, Dad." I admit quietly into his shoulder, casting a glance at the group of people standing a little off to the side with anxious faces, the most anxious and guilty of all is Miss Scully, arms wrapped around herself shivering so hard in the cold, I feel really bad for her for a moment. No! I'm the victim here, silly little Felix who's always kept out of the loop of anything important. Did they ever stop to think about me, at all?

“Okay, come on, I’ll take you home baby!” I’m too weak to give my usual protests of being called ‘baby’, hiding my blotchy face from the outside world in his neck as Dad picks me up effortlessly and carries me back inside to retrieve our coats.

The others follow without a word, unsure of what to do with themselves right now. Suzie and her mom excuse themselves shortly after shrugging on their coats, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden turn of events, and head back home.

Still dazed and confused, I let Dad place me onto my car seat and buckle me in, something he hadn't had to do in years, ever since I figured out how to do it all by myself.

I glance over his shoulder to the movie theater entrance to spot Miss Scully still standing there, alone, looking just as sad and lost and small as I feel right now, which gives me a little guilty pang to the stomach. Because deep down, even if I’m mad and sad at the same time for what they did, I hate seeing that look on her face. After all, I’ve made it my mission a long time ago to make her smile as often as possible, with jokes and stories and fun facts - and a good agent never abandons his mission, I know that from Dad!

She turns to leave as well, where to I have no idea, because she clearly came here with Dad and is definitely not dressed warm enough for a walk back to our town. I don't want her to go home by herself all sad and I really don't want her to freeze to death, either!

In a split second, I've made up my mind, swallow around the lump in my throat and tap my dad's arm to get his attention.

"Hey… Dad? We can’t let her walk home by herself! Can you ask her to come, too?" Unnecessarily, I point to who I mean with her, even though I'm pretty sure Dad knows exactly who I mean.

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[ FM ]

This night started out as a dream come true and somewhere along the way, it derailed into an absolute nightmare. The guilt about Felix finding out about our relationship like this sits like a boulder in the pit of my stomach, his reaction almost broke my heart in two. And now, even in all his inner turmoil, he doesn't want Scully to leave on her own, which makes the guilt even worse.

"Scully, wait!," I call out to her, jogging over to where she stops, a surprised look on her face. This all went so horribly wrong in all ways possible and I have no idea what to say, except to relay Felix's request nestled in-between a tumble of apologetic words.

"I'm so sorry, for all of this, I had no idea Felix was going to be here and I'm sorry you had to see his reaction and the scene we've caused and now he wants you to come home with us too and I completely understand if you don't want to because this is all so much and-" I'm rambling because I'm afraid that the second I stop talking, she'll tell me I must be crazy, she didn't sign up to deal with the emotional outbursts of a seven-year old - I've been on the receiving end of many a 'Thanks, but no thanks, I'd date you if you didn't come with a son in tow'. And then, with a reassuring squeeze of my hand and two simple letters, I'm once again proven wrong in my predictions.

"Okay."

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[ Felix ]

The car ride back to our house is one of the most uncomfortable ones I've ever had, we're all too lost in our own thoughts, processing. I think I've never heard silence quite this loud.

My mind is going a mile a minute, a million questions popping into my head all at the same time that I'm not quite ready to ask yet. I feel like I've been thrust into the deep end of the pool, without water wings or floaties, my two worlds colliding so hard, it makes my head spin.

Part of me is still stuck on being angry about them lying to me, part of me is awfully scared that everything will change from here on out, but during the silent car-ride, a small voice creeps into my head that innocently asks if I ever thought about this maybe turning out to be a good thing. I need to make a pro and con list, to make up my mind once and for all. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Not tonight, though, tonight all I can do is shuffle droopy-eyed and yawning widely on the short walk into our house and all I can think of is tugging my dad upstairs to brush my teeth and tuck me into my waiting bed.

Half-way up the stairs, I realize with a start that I've forgotten to do something, something very important that makes me turn back around even though I can practically hear my bed calling out my name.

Wrapping my arms tightly around the very special person still standing in our front hall in her coat and heels, who hugs me back after a brief moment of surprise.

"Goodnight, Miss Scully!"

[rebellionthief]

Random story 2

Jinx in drunken party

Overview: of course she violated her curfew.

Notes: And yes. Silco was agitated.

Long post ahead.

This is another informal narration mostly on Jinx's view. 😜 she's fifteen here.

Jinx is always a curious girl.

It is just recent that she came to wonder about smoking.

She wasn't curious before as it smells bad to her.

However, the way that stuff brings peace to Silco's tired expression kind of makes her want some. With all of Mylo's recent taunting in her head, she wanted to separate from her thoughts. Just even a bit.

She asked Silco, who is busy reading a pile of reports and other papers, if she can try to puff one of his cigars. Just to know the taste.

Silco: No.

Jinx: ..but why? You always do it. Why can't I do it?

Silco: You're too young, child.

Jinx: so if I turn older, you'd let me?

Silco: No.

Jinx: *scoffs* then whyyy?

Silco: Because I said so.

Irritation slowly floods her but she knows better to stop, especially when he ends their talk like that. So she just glares at him and frowns.

He knows he didn't answer her question well.

He peeks at her while holding a report and raises his brow and asked.

Silco: then would you like to know how it damages your body? Would you like me to start?

Jinx: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhh.

That was a NO.

She whipped her head backwards, rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders from defeat. She's already bored enough.

Of course this isn't the first time he mentioned it, as she had already asked not once this week.

He definitely made sure that his explanation would be specific and lengthy. Something she would listen to, at first, given her curiousity.

Of course as time went by that talk became blah blah blah.

Silco chuckles a bit. He finds it funny that this is how he can challenge her to stop asking.

Silco: Thought so.

So he went back to his paperworks. And that's the end of her attempt to ask for cigar on that day.

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One morning, Jinx thought of trying one cigar without anyone noticing.

Silco was out for an urgent meeting.

However, he made sure to bring his case of cigar with him.

Not even a burnt used cigar was left on his ashtray.

'Dang it.'

She muttered as she opened all his desk drawers. As if he knew her thoughts.

She went down to check Sevika's usual hang out area if she left one but nothing's there.

She checked other hang outs within the bar. Not even burnt ones are found, though she was sure she saw some of them just scattered on the tables last week.

Dang. She should've sneaked one before asking Silco.

As if he ordered everyone to keep their smokes out of sight.

Disappointed and bored, she just went to her workshop to continue making prototypes of bombs and other gadgetry.

It was already afternoon. She was busy with building a part of her bomb when she noticed she is out of stock of some components needed.

She already made a dozen bombs but since she is so bored, she just decided to make more of them until she feels dozing off.

She knows that this is better than doing nothing and have Mylo nag her all the time.

She decided to head out to a junkyard near the bridge to get pieces of the components.

One she arrived there, she noticed a bar nearby. It seems new. A tourist spot. It was so lively that the neon lights are blinking bright and colorful. Loud party music echoing.

But what caught her attention are the people who are all wearing colorful half masks, concealing the upper part of their faces.

It looks like a mix of customers. She can tell from their clothes. Most are from the Undercity as they have ragged styles. Some seems to be from the Topside as they have lavish ones.

She was disgusted by the thought of mingling with Topsiders but she is curious about the set up and the ambiance.

She just realized too that The Last Drop would have competition. Well... not that she cares. She just wants adventure. Just a need to relieve her boredom some other way. Cloning her bombs can take another time.

So she took a detour and went to madam Babette's place.

Getting a wig, an outfit, shoes and a half mask was easy. All it took was showing her face and an aimed pistol at the guard's peeking eye from the door to let her in quietly.

Excitement filled Jinx as she went to an unoccupied room where she prepared her disguise.

She bundled up her braids and gathered them under her blonde wig, which is in shoulder length. Good thing she always brings make up with her and concealed the fine line between the wig scalp and her white skin.

She removed her clothes and wore a long fit black sleeved one-piece skirt which only extends upto her thighs. Then to complement it, she wore a pair of knee-high heeled boots.

She just applied some blush on, an eye liner and a bright red lipstick then put a red half mask on.

*just like this*

After exchanging glances with the guard, a sign to keep his mouth shut and look after her clothes and stuff (she left all her weapons), she then proceeded to go to the bar.

She somehow manages to balance herself on high heels.

Once she enters, she was welcomed with a waiter holding out a bubbling mix of black and red liquor in a test tube while holding a plate rack full of it. She wonders what it was but it smelled fragrant. She saw other customers took a shot from it so she does it too.

Whoa.. it was like liquefied carbonated candy but with a bitter-sweet aftertaste. It didn't made her tipsy but after a few minutes, she swore it did have alcohol and kicked a little.

She wondered why haven't she thought of trying one in the Last Drop, the "cocktails" as what she remembers Chuck mentioned before. She only had orange juice always prepared for her...

She remembered that she learned one time those "cocktails" are banned from being served to her as mentioned by Chuck himself when she asked for one.

She asked why and what those are but Chuck hesitated from telling her. That time, she wasn't in the mood and just didn't bother asking further.

However she remembered trying a small sip of an unattended half-filled glass of iced whisky straight up once when Silco left the office in a hurry. However she didn't like the pure taste of it. It irked her so much as it was so strong.

Now that she tried one cocktail now -- knowing that alcohol can be mixed with other stuff to have twist, she found it interesting.

She headed straight to the bartender who greeted her and asked for her order. She looked at the menu infront of her.

Several unfamiliar drink names appeared. A cocktail named "Blue Sky" caught her attention and ordered it. The bartender mentioned a beautiful lady like her complements the drink with her clear blue eyes. She smirked at the remark.

Infront of her, the bartender peformed a mix of liquids that are blending beautifully just like the sky. She noted a labeled 151 proof alcohol was poured on top of the drink then the bartender ignited a flame on it and sprinkled some salt, making it look like snowing inside the glass cup. The mini show was amazing.

She poked the straw in the drink and immediately sipped everything as this was method to enjoy the drink as mentioned by the bartender.

It was bitter-sweet too and oh... the feeling of the heat of the drink as it went down her throat was so surprising and satisfying. She wanted more.

Jinx started ordering the drinks with the names: mojito, flaming margarita, whiskey sour, marshmallow martini and bloody mary.

They did made her feel high and very very tipsy. 'Now this is fun', she decided.

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Silco came back in the office in the evening.

After taking off his coat and sits on his chair, he took a break for a while.

He noted that it is now dinner time but Jinx is nowhere to be seen. By this time, she usually waits on him in the office or is tinkering something in the rafters.

His instinct tells him she's not in the office as he looks up but doesn't see any sign of her or hear her light movements above.

He sighs heavily and thought she might be at her workshop drowning herself with her gadgetry again. It is already two hours past her curfew. A light head ache is starting to grow.

To hell with retiring for the day. He heads out again to go to her lair.

A small defiance like this can be his ground for cutting off the power source in her workshop for three days. He grumbled in irritation while walking fast.

When he was near, he found it odd that no echoing loud music can be heard from the distance. The lights are out too.

Cold sweat starts to form at the back of his neck as he furrows his brows.

Silco: Jinx?

He calls out to her three more times but no answer.

He went inside but, again, his instinct tells him she's not there.

Silco immediately went back to the Last Drop, panting a little from the brisk walking.

He peeked at her room but no Jinx.

He can wait for her for a few more hours as she might arrive later. But this is very unusual, he thought.

Worry is growing further in his mind as he paces back and forth infront of her room.

After a while, Silco went to Sevika's hangout and found her playing cards with men while smoking cigar. When she meets eye with him, he simply gestured his head and she already knew it's a talk with her boss.

Slightly disgruntled, she followed him to his office.

Silco: Have you seen Jinx?

She slightly rolled her eyes knowing this is about his kid.

Sevika: Haven't seen her.

He furrows his brows and sighs.

This is not good.

He swipes his hair, pushing the loose strands back, from the agitation he feels.

Silco: I need you to do a search party and bring her here.

He ordered in a grave voice.

It was a ridiculouos task as her group is about to go on a dock to guard a shimmer shipment tonight. She differs.

Sevika: Sir, you know that in thirty minutes my group needs to go on a mission.

Of course he knows the obvious. He was very displeased at her for reminding him of that fact.

His thoughts were in dilemma with Jinx's unusual absence.

He looked at her furiously and, in a speed of light, stabbed his dagger on his desk.

This act surprised Sevika as she backed away a little, discovering that there was a hidden dagger from his belt.

With how stealthy and fast he is, he could have immediately slashed her if he wanted to.

His red eye seems to be glowing from anger.

He gritted his teeth as his words come out in hiss.

Silco: Then search for Jinx in thirty minutes!

Sevika frowns deeply. It's an order.

There is no way she can have her fun tonight before work.

So she walks out heavily disgruntled and went to her group while Silco waits in his office.

After thirty minutes, no sign of Jinx yet. He lights his cigar while he paces back and forth slowly.

It is now very late at night. He wonders in irritation why it is taking them so long.

Heavy footsteps storm to his office and he expects Jinx is now with Sevika however only the latter meets him with news.

Jinx was last seen at madam Babette's place.

Silco raises his brow.

'Why that place..?' He thought.

He wore his coat, grabbed his dagger and went out anyway.

With Sevika on duty with her team, Silco goes with his two large lackeys to the said area and meets the guard who peeks at the door.

When the guard recognizes the Kingpin who gestured his head, he immediately opened the door and stepped out while sweating. Silco's two men cornered the guard while staring at him intently.

His words came out impatiently.

Silco: I don't want to prolong this further so I'll get to the point. Where is Jinx?

His voice is ominious, warning the guard to tell him every detail. Of course the guard knew Jinx from earlier. Who wouldn't know the Kingpin's daughter?

The guard is shaking.

Guard: I-i honestly don't know, s-sir..

Silco: I won't ask twice.

His tone sharp with irritation. He doesn't like beating around the bush.

One of the two men heavily pinned the guard on the wall once Silco simply signaled.

Guard: I-i-i only know she changed her clothes b-before she went out. Didn't mention where she was goin. P-put on a blonde wig and had a black dress skirt. Black boots too...

Silco motions one of his men to search nearby places with the physical description given.

He was actually surpised at the guard's statement but doesn't show it.

'What was that child thinking? Even going to this kind of place...' He thought.

After waiting for 15 minutes, his lackey went back with the information that he saw her in a new bar near the bridge as entrance to it was easy.

Silco ordered the guard to retreive Jinx's clothes/stuff, inform madam Babette of his presence and that he needed a black coat, a black hat and a mask. He compensated the guard and the price for the requested garments.

Silco was informed too of the bar's dress code earlier. Crazy. He himself was surpirsed by his own idea of going there himself.

Of course he thought of it that it would be easy for him to have his lackeys just go there and get Jinx. But he has two large men and that would attract too much attention. He needs to be in low profile for now for security purposes.

Calling for other lackeys back in the Last Drop seems a waste of time and effort since they took almost an hour from just walking going to madam Babette's place.

That child will be definitely be grounded for this, he thought. His headache grows further.

**kinda looks like this. Imagine them sunglasses are the mask lol**

When they arrived at the new bar, Silco changed his coat to the black one; wore the hat and mask. He ordered his men to wait outside as he plans to go inside alone. Again, better to keep low profile for now.

When he went in, there was an event in the area ongoing. And he immediately spotted Jinx. He was relieved a little.

She was holding a mic on stage and was facing a guy who seems to be an opponent from what seems to be an ongoing rap battle competetion.

People are roaring and whistling loud from excitement.

***Her entry is like this***

Silco is bewildered with what is going on infront of him and is processing how Jinx got in the center of everyone's attention.

Well, of course. Jinx is Jinx. She never ends to surpise him...well, it has been a long time since he heard her rap. Still, he is amazed by it. She is already a genius in inventing and tinkering stuff, but is also a talent for other things like music. She is such a unique child.

He scoffed then smiled at the thought despite the current irritation growing at the thought of making him worry earlier and disobeying curfew.

He realized that she must've been drunk as he sees her being out balanced a little and her slightly flushed face.

He frowns. He definitely isn't pleased with this at all.

He feels like storming out of the crowd and grab her to the exit and reprimand her as much as he could. However he plans to bottle it up for later.

It's funny that stepping into fatherhood would make him go this far. The panic she caused him earlier, making him go himself at madam Babette's place, then tailing her like this. He sighs while slightly shaking his head. Damn Vander would be laughing in his grave at how far Jinx made him do things.

'Let her have fun first then.' He thought as he went to a corner to sit on a stool and watched the show for now. Arms and legs crossed.

Her opponent performed an entry for a while.

Then when it is Jinx's turn again, the people went crazier and louder. Someone even cat whistled at her and shouted "Weww! Go sexy!!"

Silco turned a cold look at the guy who disrespectfully called out to Jinx. He would have him grabbed later.

The loud beat from speakers came out and Jinx started...

***her second entry is like this***

After her entry she mic-dropped and winked at her opponent, who flushed so much.

The crowd roared so loud and clapped continuously.

Silco raised his brows. He was surprisingly entertained at how good her performance was. Admitting even that his irritation earlier dissipated a little. Just a little, he tells himself.

Funny, he was trying to understand her wordings earlier so he was frowing all the time; mouth open without realizing. He just ended up confused as to what her song (a cover btw) was about. But he knows she definitely owned it. He chuckled.

The competetion ended with Jinx winning a prize of one bottle of a mixed cocktail drink, a specialty product of the new bar.

She swayed a little when she goes down the stage and several guys are willing to guide her to the liquor station to claim her prize.

Silco was frowning deeply while all of that is happening. Repeating to himself to keep a low profile for now. He then plans to seize the entire bar later.

He keeps an eye for now on Jinx while looking intently if any of the guys are inappropriately touching her. He prepares to hold his hidden dagger.

The guys urged Jinx to drink the prize and she agreed since she would acquire a new taste. Before drinking from the bottle, she felt nauseous so she decided to head to the restroom. One of the guys went with her.

This time, Silco motioned one of his men from the entrance to come in and followed them through the crowd.

Only the two of them were there in the restroom. Jinx was kneeling infront of the toilet and vomitting heavily while the guy is holding out the hair blocking her face.

Exactly when Silco enters the restroom, he saw the guy's other hand unzipping Jinx's dress halfway from the back.

Anger flashed on Silco and he immediately holds out the dagger to the guy's throat; slightly grazing through the skin.

The guy immediately froze as a very controlled but venomous voice spoke behind him.

Silco: You better stop what you're doing, lad. And get out.

Silco releases the guy, who was about to get out but was caught by a lackey.

He wanted to slit that guy's throat so much but he tells himself 'Not now.'

He motions to have the guy dragged out to be kept later.

Silco zips up Jinx's dress and pats her back. He squats down her level, comforting her as she continues to vommit.

He furrows his brows as worry overtakes him. He brushes the hair blocking her face to the side. She seems to be very sick.

When she finishes puking, he holds out a handerkerchief to her and she takes it, wiping the sides of her mouth. She returned the rumpled cloth back to his hands.

He wasn't disgusted at all and just folds it again so the clean side is out and places it in his pocket.

His voice low and steady but soft when he asked her.

Silco: Jinx, how are you feeling ?

Jinx: ......I feel funny..haha

Then she looked at him and tilted her head.

Jinx: Ya know you look funny too.

Silco subtly snorted.

Jinx pointed her finger at him.

Jinx: Ya look like someone I know... Am I in trouble?

She most probably doesn't even recognize him from being too much drunk.

He stood up and crossed his arms.

As he looks down on her, he calmly replied in a low voice.

Silco: Take a guess.

Jinx: .....Nah. Pro'ly not.

She waves her hand, dismissing her own question.

Silco subtly snorts. Bold of her to assume that.

She tried to lift her self up completely but ended up falling. Silco caught her immediately. She was so dizzy and weak that she could not stand up. So he carefully carries her, tucking his thin but strong arms under her legs and back.

It was a very long walk back to the Last Drop thus he had no choice but to hand over carrying a drunk and sleeping Jinx to one of his men. He eyed his lackey, warning him from doing anything unusual.

When they are near their place, he takes Jinx on his arms again.

He went to her room and places her carefully on her bed then checked if she has a slight fever. To his relief, she doesn't have one.

He removes her boots and mask and puts a blanket on her.

Reprimanding can wait when she's awake and better.

He kisses the top of her head and closes her bedroom.

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When Jinx woke up, she had a bad hangover.

She immediately spotted a glass of full water placed conveniently at the top of her bedroom table.

Very slowly and carefully, she reached to it and drank all of it.

Once she felt better after several minutes, she then realized that she's really in her bedroom. She wondered how she got back as she can't remember that much.

Then she realized later she most probably didn't come back on her own. Silco must have known her whereabouts and sent someone to get her.

She covered her face. Ohh the embarassment.

She embarassed him.

To prevent another taunting in her head, she gritted her teeth and immediately changed her thoughts.

She realized she's still wearing her last night outfit; only without the boots and mask. So she took off her wig and dress then went to take a shower.

She found her usual clothes clean and neatly folded on top of her bed after her bath. Her pistol and some bombs lay on the table.

Ughh. He really knows her whereabouts yesterday.

She felt very guilty and went straight to his office afterwards.

She found him sitting and leaning on his chair while smoking cigar.

It seems he is taking a break from his paperworks. Probably he was giving time for a talk, like he was expecting her to come.

Jinx: Knock knock...

Silco: Come in, Jinx.

She sat on a chair infront of his desk. Reserved and keeping a distance due to embarassment. Her expression shows her shame.

This surprised Silco a little as she always sits on his table or stands beside him.

He patiently waits for her to talk. Explain things.

There was dead air for several minutes and then Jinx gulped and started.

Jinx: I-i know I got drunk yesterday and violated curfew... and for that I'm sorry.

She sincerely admitted as he can see she is dejected from her actions last night.

He replied softly but seriously.

Silco: Alright. Understand, child, that I am your... guardian. This should be the last time you disobeyed what I set for you.

Jinx nodded.

Silco: And with what happened yesterday, you are temporarily prohibited from going to your workshop and wandering somewhere for 5 days.

Jinx: ...............ughhh. *looks at him painfully*

Basically, grounded.

From hearing that, Jinx slouched; covered and slides her palm on her face. Oh man. The consequence. She would die of boredom.

He gently places his cigar on the ashtray.

Of course he could see that.

Silco: That does not mean you stop on doing your gadgetry --

Jinx immediately brightens up.

Silco: You have to do it here or in your room.

That was actually a light punishment from the agitation she made him feel yesterday.

Jinx: then I just have to get my things from my workshop, right? *hiding her smile*

So she can have a chance to wander around before she's grounded.

When he means she's grounded, she's definitely prohibited from leaving the Last Drop.

Silco chuckles a little as he can easily see what she's planning.

Silco: I'll have Sevika pick them up for you. Just make a list.

She pouts.

He is amused by her immediate change of expression.

Jinx started thinking of her list so she became quiet. Her gaze looking somewhere.

She was planning on making a long one. Something that would make Sevika grumble a lot. That devilish smirk appearing.

Again, he can read her thoughts while observing her expressions.

With the dead air existing, he complements her out of nowhere while smiling a little.

Silco: by the way, you're good at rapping.

He never told anyone his complements. It's just with Jinx that he does it but rarely. Usually he shows it with his actions like patting her shoulder.

Jinx immediately looks at him, surprised.

Jinx: ....Your goon told ya I performed ?

Funny, he knows she thought he sent someone to get her.

It was really crazy that he himself went all the way to look for her with the dilemma she caused him.

Silco: Take a guess.

Then in her blurred memory she realized.

Her eyes wide.

Jinx: ......................You were there ?? That was really you...?

Oh she remembered that time.

He just stared at her calmly for several minutes.

She took his silence as a yes.

Man, that was so embarassing. She slouched and covered her face again with her palms.

Satisfied that she realized her deeds yesterday, he urged her to make her list and then he went back to his paper works.

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That night when Jinx went to her room, Silco went downstairs to talk to the bartender.

Prior to opening the bar, the bartender was busily cleaning up and has his back from the bar table, not noticing his boss.

Silco tested a barstool first by placing his hand on its side and put a little weight on it. When he assurred that it was not tampered to stab him from the bottom, he sits on it and crosses his legs.

He waits for the bartender to turn around.

When it took several minutes that his presence was not noticed, Silco became irritated and raised his voice coldly.

Silco: Lad.

The bartender was very suriprised, as turned around, that he awkwardly jumped a little while spilling some of the liqour from the bottle he is holding.

***imagine that similar actual scene when Jinx surprised that bartender in the show***

Silco processed that for a while. Fighting that laugh building inside him. Of course he does not show it. Then he went dead serious.

Silco: I'll get to the point. Jinx is not allowed any cocktails. When she asks for one, report it to me. Do we understand each other?

Bartender: b-but boss... she always tends to threaten with her pistol... what am I supposed to d-do when she does that?

Silco just nonchalantly shrugs. A sign telling him that it's not his problem.

Silco: Just do what you're told.

He spoke in a low cold voice, warning the bartender who's sweating nervously.

When Silco sees the lad nod his head, he went back to his office.

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Jinx was thirteen when Silco first saw her rapping accidentally in her workshop.

He was about to pick her up for dinner as he thought she was overworking again, not noticing the time.

Loud instrumental beat was playing inside her lair. He peeks from the entrance and he decided to observe what she's doing for a while. He leaned at the metal wall while he crossed his arms.

She seems to pause from her gadgetry. She was standing up and head banging her head a little.

She grabbed an old mic that she tinkered to be connected to her old speaker.

Then she began.

***her rap was like this, minus the intro 😂***

She seems to be a fan of a known rapper.

Silco was watching earlier with wide eyes, amazed at how clearly she pronounces her words fast while following the beat.

He just noted her rap was vulgar for a thirteen year old thus he frowns all the time. He liked her last line though. He smiled at the thought.

He admits he was entertained. That was rare talent here in Zaun.

When he noted the time again, after her small performance, he went in and stepped heavily to have his presence noticed.

Jinx immediately unplugged her mic, hid it then faced him smiling.

Silco paused as he was wondering why she did that. He saw it anyway.

She must've been shy about it, he thought.

He pat her head while smiling subtly. He was proud.

After that, they had their dinner back in the Last Drop.

Silco pretended he did not saw her awesome performance.