Im replaying the layton crossover for the millionth time dont look at me

Be The One

Pairing: Lando Norris x Innocent/Virgin!Reader

Rating: R

Requested: Yes/No

Request: lando with an innocent reader who hasn’t had sex yet and wants to lose her virginity

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut!!! This is just pure smut with no plot, Oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, Lando is just a giver in this, inexperienced reader, experienced Lando, etc.

Synopsis: It was stupid to ask him to be your first, the stupid books and edits are to blame

A/N: This was supposed to be a blurb, but I kept writing and writing and I've just been sitting on this in my drafts, now finally posting it, also I don't show the full sex scene just the beginning and then after

"I'm sorry, what?" Lando was spread out on your bed, having just come over to watch some movies and enjoy a quiet night during his summer break.

Instead, he got you the literal version of an angel asking him to take your virginity. "I want you to be the one to take it. Please?" Lando has to clamp down that instant reply of fuck yes. You try hard to control the way you're looking at him.

Grey sweatpants and signature black t-shirt with that necklace of his resting on the collar. Arm behind his head, showing off the muscles that he's honed and crafted from all the training for races.

Lando just blinks at you, running through all the different scenarios at a time. A million emotions hit him, as he tries to think of the right words to say.

"Lando?" Shame and embarrassment hit you like a truck, he probably thought you were crazy. Asking him out of the blue like that. All he simply asked was what movie you wanted to watch and you reply with asking him to have sex with you.

"Sorry, I'm just.....I'm just trying to figure out what to say." To you, those words meant no, hanging your head you step back from the foot of the bed. "I shouldn't have asked, this was stupid. I'm sorry." Lando sits up quick grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

"It's not stupid. Y/n, what the hell is making you want to lose your virginity all of a sudden?" The question has you flinching, you didn't want to tell him the truth. That some friends got you some spicy books, and all you could picture was Lando doing everything you read to you.

That, you had a secret folder in your phone of edits that fans did. Like you said, it was stupid to ask your friend to do this. "Nothing, can we just forget it?" Feeling that burn in your eyes, Lando stands in front of you. "No, no we can not forget it. If you want to lose your virginity, I need a valid reason." His jaw was tight, he was getting annoyed.

"Fine! My friends gave me spicy books and they had...sex scenes in them and all I could think about was your stupid face and how much I want you to be the first one dammit!" Cheeks flushed, Lando's chest heaves as he tries to control that urge in him. "What kind of books?"

His annoyance quickly gone, replaced with his boyish teasing charm. "None of your business, this was so stupid. Lando, please." You whimper the last part. His entire demeanor changes, quickly thinking of gross things to stop the rush of blood heading south instead of north.

"Do you really want to lose it?" Voice dropping, you look up seeing his pupils blown wide. "What?" Taken aback by the 180 this man can give you in the span of a minute. "Your virginity? If you want to lose it, now. Here. I'll do it, but just one condition." Lando stepping back, his knees hit the bed.

He sits down, hands wrap around your exposed thigs as he yanks you to stand between them. Stumbling, you almost fall into him but balance yourself on his shoulders. "What's your condition?" Voice wispy trying to get air into your lungs. His hands moving slowly up your nightie.

"If you do this, ever get curious about something, want to learn something new. You come to me, only me." Jumping his hands squeeze your ass, his teeth showing as he smiles. Leaning in, he places wet kisses against the thin material. "Yes." Lando looks up, bottom lip pulled down as he places another kiss to your stomach.

"Come here." A gasp is pulled from your throat as you land on his lap, his face buried in your chest. You lean back, freezing when you feel something resting between your legs. "Lando." Unsure, he stops. He really wants to laugh at your confused face, but schools his features.

"It's just my cock, angel." Heat flares throughout your body hearing such a vulgar word come from Lando. "Oh." Feeling a little lost, Lando smiles. Scooching back, he sits up so you two are face to face.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for." Thumb rubbinng softly into your thigh, you nod your head. "No, I'm ready. Just be careful with me?" If it was possible Lando would've comed right then and there and died happily. "Always." His teeth nip your bottom lip sucking it in, losing himself in you.

Whining you pull away, arching up into his hip the sudden need for pressure too great. "Lando, please it hurts." Lando groans pressing up against you as he rolls you over, so he's on top. "I know, princess. I'll take care of you. Such a good girl." Kissing his way down your body.

He stops at your shorts looking up at you. "Hey, what I'm about to do is get you prepped. I'm...on the thick side and considering your a virgin it'll hurt and be very uncomfortable. But, prepping you will help, are you okay with that?" You nod but Lando doesn't budge. "Y/n, your words. I want to hear it out loud no nodding." You whine just wanting him to touch you.

"Yes. Yes Lando I want you to touch me and fuck me." Lando's eyes darken as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swoop. You squirm at the coolness hitting your bare pussy. "Cold?" Lando giggles, running his fingers over your thighs. Looking down he smiles seeing your trimmed but still have hair.

"Lando, please." He shushes you, taking his pointer and middle finger running them over you watching the way your hips jolt up and your face scrunching at the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly he pulls your lips apart, seeing how your wet but he wants you wetter.

"Are you okay with using my mouth and fingers? You can say no the either if you want, princess." Thinking it over you remember the videos and how woman seemed to really enjoy a man's mouth on them. "I'm fine with it." You gasp feeling Lando's mouth placing a delicate kiss.

He takes his time, wanting to learn what you like a don't like. He's careful to read to your face not wanting to push to far he hesitates to use his tongue. But hearing your moan when he moves it up and down, he's found something. "Lan...lan." You whimper as he grows more confident.

His lips wrap around your clit which has your legs clamp shut on his head. He laughs which has you giggling as he pries them off his neck. "You okay?" Licking his lips you nod. "Sorry, it sent this odd feeling up my body and I just reacted." Embarrassed at your reaction to it.

Yet you can't help the relaxed feeling seeing Lando's soft smile. His hands rubbing over your body helping you feel better. "It's fine, Y/n. You're experiencing this for the first time. I'm taking my time for a reason." You groan hearing that, hating he's having to take his time.

"I hate this! I don't want you to take your time, if I wasn't a stupid virgin, you could've just fucked me fast and hard." Lando narrows his eyes, pinching your side you squeal slapping his hand away. "This is your first time, Y/n. No one's first time is magical. Am I experienced? Yes, but do you know how many times it took me to feel comfortable? A while, it's not going to be fireworks and all that. But, you asked me to take your virginity and I'm going to be gentle and make sure you remember with fond memories." You can't help but snort on a laugh at his speech.

"Oh shut up, I'll leave right now and leave you a virgin." Lando teases, but you just mesh you lips together both of you falling into one another. His hands palm your tits, pulling out sweet moans as he goes back between your legs. "Lando, wrap...yes." Fingers tugging his hair when his lips wrap around your clit.

He pulls off, telling you he's about to use his fingers. Taking several deep breaths you relax as he slowly slides one finger into you. "How does that feel?" Using his free hand to rub circles into your hip. "Weird, it hurts, but not in a bad way just in a, never felt this before." Lando nods curling the finger and moving it in and out. "Oh, that's....not bad." Lando nods going back down.

He adds a second finger which has you panicking but he talks you down explaining why he's using another finger and it helps you. Lando is gentle as he gets you ready, he smiles seeing that you're ready. "Okay, you're stretched enough. Are you ready?"

"I think so, is it going to hurt?" Lando sits up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, but I'm going to be slow and make sure I don't hurt you. If you say stop, no, or anything like that. I'm stopping. You just need to let me know." You watch as Lando takes off his underwear, holding a condom you can't help but stare.

It's probably odd, but he has a pretty cock. He wasn't lying when he said he was on the thicker side. "You're pretty." Lando snaps his eyes up at you, covering your mouth you look away. He can't help the blush on his cheeks, no one has ever called him pretty. He liked it.

"I'm ready." Wanting to move on from you calling him pretty. "Okay." He shuffles forward, placing your legs around his waist. "Try to relax, it'll help." Closing your eyes, you think of something relaxing. "Oh." Eyes opening Lando stops, having only entered you past his tip. "Are you okay?" You blink trying to figure out what you're feeling.

Yes, it stinges, but it doesn't hurt as much. "Yeah, I was expecting it to hurt, but it just stinges." Lando smiles, leaning over as he kisses you on the nose sliding the rest in. He places his head in the crook of your neck while the two of you adjust. "Lando?" He hums as you smile, fingers playing with the baby hairs on his neck. "Thank you, for doing this. Also, you can move." His back shakes, laughing at your words.

Lando moves his hips carefully as you wrap your arms around his neck, breathing as you get used to the feeling. Lando and you whimper and moan as you start to relax more enjoying this. You giggle when you kisses you on your neck which has him laughing. He was right, your first time was weird but also comfortable.

Laying in bed, feeling oddly tired he smiles drawing patterns on your stomach. "You're right, not the best but maybe we should practice more." Lando snorts, eyes growing heavy. "Easy, it's the orgasm thoughts. Let's wait till tomorrow." Nodding you roll to your side curling into Lando.

"I'm glad you asked me too."

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~~~~~Deutsch~~~~~ Zweite Mod endlich fertig! Von Valnars Zimmer Katze und SnowyDoe. - Viel Fanfiction! - Es gibt 180 Alaine Zuneigunspunkte zu finden (startet bei 50), welche ihre Reaktionen verändert und alle Enden, bis auf die beiden auf "Leicht", beeinflusst. Diese Punkte kann man mit falschen Entscheidungen wieder verlieren. Man kann den Stand im Menü unter "Status" sehen. - 2 neue Szenen für maximum Alaine Zuneigungspunkte. - Wenn Valnar 0 Menschlichkeit erreicht, ist das Spiel vorbei. (Nur auf Schwer.) - Nachdem man die Söldner angeheuert hat, befindet sich im Keller von Asgars Schloss ein NPC, der verhindert, dass eure Schlösser angegriffen werden. Aber dadurch erhaltet ihr auch keine Filar mehr durch Steuern. - Der Prolog ist jetzt teils überspringbar. (NPC steht mit Valnar und Alaine in Thyrik.) - Man kann jederzeit auf der Weltkarte speichern. - Neue Cheats: Teddybaer = +5 Menschlichkeit Bestie = -5 Menschlichkeit Karte = zeigt alle geheimen Orte an. (Minus Questorte und Schreine.) Schnell = Fledermausgeschwindigkeit erhöhen. Quests = Die meisten Nebenquests werden zurückgesetzt. - Während einer Raserei ist der Charakter nun doppelt so schnell. - Kleine 18+ Valaine Szene. Viel Spaß beim Suchen. (Und keine Angst, man kann sie nicht zufällig finden. :D) - Es gibt eine Ruinenstadt in der Welt, die man wieder aufbauen kann, und man kann, wie Shannar, Menschen für diese Stadt finden. - Neue NPCs, die Artefakte neutralisieren und verstärken. - Belohnung für 1280 Geheimnisse. - 18 neue geheime Orte zu finden. (Darunter ein Dorf.) - 9 neue Quests. "Installation" - Downloade die .zip Datei und extrahiere sie - Doppelklicke auf die RPG_RT.exe, um das Spiel zu starten (Alt+Enter für Fenstermodus) - Man MUSS ein neues Spiel starten! Die Mod wird nicht richtig mit Speicherständen vom originalen Spiel funktionieren! - Falls die Schriftart seltsam ist, installiere die Dateien "RM2000" und "RMG2000" aus dem Ordner nach Windows > Fonts oder einfach das originale Vampires Dawn 2 installieren Download ~~~~~English~~~~~ Second Mod is finally done! By Valnars Zimmer Katze and SnowyDoe. - Lots of fanfiction! - There are 180 Alaine Affection Points to find (starts at 50), which changes her reactions and influences all endings except the two on “Easy”. You can lose these points again with the wrong choices, and you can see the value in the Menu at “Status”. - 2 new cutscenes for maximum Alaine Affection Points. - If Valnar reaches 0 humanity, it’s game over. (Only on Hard.) - After hiring the mercenaries, there is an NPC in the basement of Asgar's castle that prevents your castles from being attacked. But this also means that you will no longer receive Filar through taxes. - The prologue is now partly skippable. (NPC stands with Valnar and Alaine in Thyrik.) - Save anytime while on the World Map. - New Cheats: Teddybaer = +5 Humanity Bestie = -5 Humanity Karte = Shows all secret locations. (Minus quests and shrines.) Schnell = Increase Bat Speed. Quests = Most Side Quests get reset. - During a frenzy, the character is now twice as fast. - Small 18+ Valaine scene. Have fun looking for it. (And don't worry, you can't find it by chance :D) - There is a ruin in the world that you can rebuild, and like Shannar, you can find people for that town. - New NPCs that neutralize and strengthen artifacts. - Reward for 1280 secrets. - 18 new secret places to find. (Among them a village.) - 9 new quests. “Installation” -Download the .zip file and extract it -Double click the RPG_RT.exe to start the game (Press Alt+Enter for window mode) - You HAVE to start a new game! Save games from the original game will mess up the mod! - In case the font is weird, install the files “RM2000” and “RMG2000” from the folder into Windows > Fonts or just install the original Vampires Dawn 2 Download __________________________________ Screenshots: Neue Orte/New Places:

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine Additional Tags: Qui-Gon Jinn Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Blood and Injury, Inspired by Persuasion, Art, QuiObi Big Bang 2022, QOBB 2022 Summary:

It has been eight years of long, lonely missions for Obi-Wan. Eight years since Anakin left the Order to be with Padmé. Eight years since Obi-Wan last saw Qui-Gon Jinn and ended their relationship.

When their paths unexpectedly cross again, will it lead to a deeper estrangement, or to a second chance?

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A Star Wars retelling of Jane Austen’s Persuasion

29 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency Romance, Romance Summary:

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a wealthy widower must be in want of an eligible young man. Mr. Kenobi is a newcomer to the village, and Colonel Jinn has certainly taken no note of him.

35 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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Summary: It has been eight years of long, lonely missions for Obi-Wan. Eight years since Anakin left the Order to be with Padmé. Eight years since Obi-Wan last saw Qui-Gon Jinn and ended their relationship.

When their paths unexpectedly cross again, will it lead to a deeper estrangement, or to a second chance?

The first chapter of my Star Wars/Persuasion AU written for the QuiObi Big Bang has been posted! The wonderfully perfect cover art was done by my team partner and friend @weillschmidtdoodles. Thank you! 

Thank you also to my dear @luvvewan​, who watched the 1995 film adaption of Persuasion just for me and provided her expert beta services for the fic!

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QuiObi Regency AU

Mr. Kenobi falls ill and has to stay in Colonel Jinn’s big, lonely house. They have longing finger touches over sexually charged tea and sweet, gentle forehead kisses.

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my west wing fics: an anthology

a compilation of my west wing fics that got accidentally orphaned bc im a dumb bitch with terrible taste i will never change i will never improve that is a promise

Series: piece by piece, rubble to rubble

Josh and Donna, over decades. Goes rogue after Gaza, where I say canon is a box of scraps that I dig around in for what I like and screw the rest

if you need a light

Josh returns to the campaign after his father's funeral. Donna goes to find him.

someday, this pain will be useful to you

Donna wonders how close the bullet got to his heart. How scared he was, how much pain he was in.

alternatively titled: How Donna takes care of Josh, and how Josh takes care of Donna.

interlude

Recovery is not a linear experience.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun

In the aftermath of Rosslyn, Josh quietly falls apart. Donna quietly puts him back together again.

CODA to “Noel”

april is the cruellest month

The spring following Rosslyn, the Senior Staff go on a weekend retreat to Manchester for some R&R. Josh's lungs, however, have a different idea.

silver lining

“Donna was in a car accident.” Sam interrupted.   Josh stopped. His heart was starting to speed up, there was a familiar bitter taste blooming on his tongue, but his brain hadn’t caught up yet. “What?” He said slowly. “A car accident. Donna was in a car accident.”

red lights

When Donna is injured in Gaza, Josh drops everything to fly halfway round the world to be at her side.

In the Morning Light

Josh could still hear the water running from Donna’s shower, and ignored the small twinge of guilt telling him probably definitely shouldn’t be snooping through his girlfriend’s mail- but Colin Ayres was the Irish asshole who’d been with Donna in Gaza, and Josh, frankly, was sort of the jealous type. A little bit.

Josh picked up the folder and slid out the contents. It was a series of photos- a woman looking through an SUV window. Blonde, smiling, wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Donna.

A lump appeared in his throat, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

Baker’s Dozen

Josh gets back from a business trip. Donna tries to figure out how to tell him big news.

At Home with Candidate Donna Moss-Lyman

Three months before Election Day 2020, New York Magazine's Gretchen Thomas catches up with Donna Moss-Lyman, the Congressional Candidate for Maryland's 8th district, in her Kensington home

Stand-alone fics

Bitter Water

Josh pulled back after Germany. A full 180 from the weird closeness they developed in the hospital, to a purely professional coolness. Josh asks how she is, sometimes, but that’s it. Otherwise, they exist in this liminal space where none of their usual chatter and banter fills up the silence, and Josh lets her go at normal times.

Sitting at her desk, digging for Advil in her purse and wondering if the intern she yelled at's crying in the bathroom, Donna rubs her neck and blinks back her own tears.

She’s never felt more alone.

The Past she is haunted, the Future is laced

The transformer blows at a White House party. Unfortunately for Josh, that translates directly to gunshots in his head.

we’ll meet again

The Russell Campaign was in Southern California, some mid-sized city Donna couldn’t name if you held a gun to her head. She had heard rumors that they’d be crossing paths with the Santos campaign, but a city’s still a city, even if it was a tiny one in the middle of vineyards and valleys and not much else, and the chance of actually seeing anyone from the Santos campaign at the hotel was little to none.

Which is why Donna was not a little surprised to find Josh sitting at a table in the lobby, a cup of coffee in front of him, at 3 AM.

a heavy-handed calibration

Donna and Josh have a lot to figure out.

A twist on Josh's outburst in "Transition", where his exhaustion is a little bit more obvious.

Insomnia

Deleted scene from Manchester Part II. Josh can't sleep, so he goes to bother Donna.

Bound To Break Chapter 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: no set pairings in this chapter, eventual Loki x Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: None, but we just getting started

Author's note: I'm sooo excited for this. You have no freaking clue! I would like to say welcome to my first Loki Series. I'm nervous because this is the first time I am writing for Loki. So any and all feedback you can give me is appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy this! As first chapters usually go, this one is just getting us started for the set up of the story. 

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things! ❤

<< Series Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Chapter 2 >>

Fear coursed through Y/N as she slept. With each portion of the dream that played out, she tossed and turned. Her mind mixes memories in with the dream that it had been creating for her. And at each part of the dream that she least expects it, the tesseract would appear in one place or another. 

Y/N walked further into the room that the tesseract seemed to be on display. With each step she took, the cube brightened, attracted to the woman’s energy for an unknown reason. She could hear the others on her coms warning her to take things easy. But there was something about the way it caught her attention that Y/N couldn’t ignore it. 

As she came to a stop before it, she began lifting her gloved hand to touch it. A voice in her mind telling her to interact with it. To touch it and feel the power radiating off of it. At the same time, she could hear Fury telling her to back up and leave it be. But Y/N couldn’t stop. 

Her eyes shifted to an eerie blue color to match the tesseract as she lifted it from its spot. And the moment she did, a burst of energy released, throwing Y/N a few feet back. It was as her body hit the ground that Y/N woke up. 

As her eyes shot open, she realized she was too close to the ceiling. A green glow surrounded her before her mind fully awakened, causing her to fall back onto her bed. Her heartbeat going a mile a minute as she tried to get a hold of herself. Ever since her accident with the Tesseract, she’d have dreams similar to the one she just had. 

A hand ran over her face as she sat up. The green glow long gone as they had done so. These new powers of hers were something she didn’t entirely understand herself. After some practice, she could get the glow to resurface when she wanted it. But that was as far it ever got. 

Of course that was willingly. When she was sleeping her subconscious seemed to get more access to it and at times her whole body would be alight with the glow and several times she’d find herself hovering over the space she last fell asleep at.  

Moving out of her bed, she moved to get ready for her day. Mornings after a dream such as that one, she’d go out to her back yard and meditate for a while. To somehow calm the energy that was swarming within her. For the most part, it always worked. Today shouldn’t be any different. 

But as she made her way into her kitchen, a faint buzzing filled her head and it caused her to stop in place. As she reached for the hidden gun behind a painting, she kept her eyes on the kitchen entryway. 

“That’s not necessary, Y/L/N.” Hearing the voice had caused Y/N to stop reaching for the gun and roll her eyes. 

“I should have known that even with locked doors you’d still find your way in if you wanted to.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. As she walked in, she took note of Fury sitting at her table before going over to her coffee maker and setting it up for a fresh pot. 

For as long as Y/N had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D she should have known that one day they’d come calling for her. Her mind was racing for an explanation as to why Fury would come to her home. It could be that they wanted her to come back for a mission. Or she could be the mission herself. She remained calm though. She knew that if this was about taking her in, the place would have been surrounded by now. Not much of an escape. 

“What is it you want?” She asked as she reached up into the cabinets above head for a mug, before looking over her shoulder. “Coffee while we’re at it?” She watched as he nodded his head but didn’t say anything else. 

She could feel how he was observing her. The differences in her since the last time they had seen each other. Y/N was quickly becoming one of their top agents, but after she resigned she stayed mostly to herself. To Fury, it was a complete 180. As he watched her, Y/N continued to pull a few things out of cabinets and drawers as the coffee brewed. Once it was ready, she walked over to the pot. 

"I've got an 0-8-4 I need you to help with." He said as he watched her begin to pour the coffee.

"The last time I helped you with an 0-8-4 I ended up with this." As she lifted her empty hand up a green glow emitted from it. "Along with a surveillance team that is really shitty at keeping a low profile. I'd rather not come back with something else I can't explain." 

Fury didn't say anything at first.  His mind playing back to that particular day he had Y/N help him out with moving the Tesseract. The slightest hitch in plans had caused the cube to send a burst of energy straight into Y/N. The scream that left the woman before him had been heartwrenching before she passed out from the pain. When she awoke, Y/N was different. She had a power that she couldn't control or even begin to understand. 

It was one of the reasons Y/N resigned from S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't like having the attention on her during her recovery and even afterwards. She had become an 0-8-4 herself and she needed her own space to rediscover who she was with those new powers. 

"I assure you it's just an observation task with Coulson." He said after a moment. "We've got a hammer stuck within a crater. We're sure its owner will come around to collect it and I'd prefer it if you were there along with Barton."

"What about Nat?" She asked as she turned towards him, bringing the mugs of coffee to the table. 

“Romanoff is currently finishing up her work with Stark.” The words had caused Y/N’s eyebrow to raise. 

“You sent Nat to keep an eye on Stark?” She asked as she took a seat across from Fury as he reached for the coffee she slid over to him. 

“Someone had to do it. And if I remember correctly, that was supposed to be you before you resigned.” Fury gave a nod of his head before he brought the mug up to his lips, taking a drink. 

“We both know things wouldn’t have worked out as they needed to.” Y/N said as she watched the man before her. “You wouldn’t be only keeping up with him, but me as well. Bigger messes than necessary.”

“How is the road to self discovering?” He asked as he placed the mug back on the table. “Everything you hoped it’d be?”

She huffed as she took a drink from her own mug. “A lot of meditation to keep the buzzing at bay.”

“That buzzing warned you I was here.” He noted with a slight tilt of his head. 

Y/N found her mug to be interesting. “That’s not the first time you’ve seen that happen.”

“As you said, there are people who do their job poorly. Which is why I am hoping that for this one, you’ll come join Coulson in New Mexico.” He watched as she looked up at him. “Barton will be there as well if that will sweeten the deal.”

She chuckled as she shook her head slightly. “Barton is probably pissed that I resigned.”

Fury gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Only one way to find out.”

Fury knew how upset Clint Barton had been when his closest friends decided she was resigning without telling anyone. One minute he had been sitting beside her bed when she was injured and in the next she was gone without another word. When Fury began keeping tabs on Y/N, Clint never asked about any of the information that was received. Though there were plenty of times where he’d look like he’d be getting ready to ask Fury but never did. Fury would have handed the information over if he had asked. 

“What happens if the owner of the 0-8-4 returns?” She asked before taking a drink of her coffee. She wanted to know the details before she agreed. She’d make Fury believe he had her before she pulled away once more. 

“Observe, and if we need to, engage.” He began to stand with that. “I know you, Y/L/N. You made your decision a few minutes ago. We believe there is no need to engage. But if there is, I know you can handle it.” He began to walk towards the side door. “I’ll tell Barton he can have his rematch.”

A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she watched him walk out of the house. As much as she believed she wouldn’t be going back, Fury was right. She had made the decision a few moments ago. And if there hadn’t been familiar names brought up, she never would have made that decision. 

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From the moment Y/N got off the plane in New Mexico there was a slight buzzing in her head. It reminded her of the many times the buzzing would happen when there was danger lurking. But no matter where she stopped to look for it, it was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone since she was loaded up onto a plane. She was sure she could keep the buzzing from becoming too much of an annoyance. 

“Agent Y/L/N.” The words themselves had caused Y/N to stop and turn to look for the source. 

Seeing another agent not too far from her, she made her way over to him. “Coulson couldn’t even meet me?” 

His eyebrow raised. “Coulson has other priorities at the moment. He’ll brief you upon your arrival.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as let out a deep breath. “Then lets not keep the man waiting.” 

The time between the airport and the onsite facility, Y/N had been able to go through a file or two that she had been handed the moment she was in the car. She could see why Fury wanted her there. Before Y/N had resigned, she had worked well with figuring out occurrences just as the ones in the folder she had been reading. 

Jane Foster’s work had been incredible and Y/N had enjoyed seeing the research she had done. This 0-8-4 was definitely something she was going to love looking at it. A hammer that had been stuck within the crater of something extraterrestrial. But her eyes widened as she looked over the thermal images. The shape of a man could easily be seen within the images

As the car came to a stop, she never took her eyes off the file in her hand. Even as she moved to get out of the car, her eyes were scanning over the pages. But the moment she stepped out, a buzzing came through her head that caused her to lift one hand up by her ear.. 

The moment she did, she caught an arrow in her palm before the green glow formed and melted the shaft of the arrow. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she closed the file with one hand and turned in the direction of where the arrow had come from. 

“I think your aim is off!” She called out as she continued to follow the agents in. She dropped the broken arrow as she did so, knowing the owner of it was watching and listening. Though part of her did wish he had been close by so she could see the reaction on his face. 

“I know that had to hurt Barton.” Coulson said the moment Y/N was in ear shot. 

“Oh I know. He’ll survive.” Y/N said as she handed him the files. “Jane Foster did a hell of a job. Have there been any new developments since you’ve found it?”

“The 0-8-4?” Coulson asked as he began to walk down the makeshift hall. Y/N began to follow him. “The item itself has been creating interference with the tech.”

“An interference how?” Y/N asked as they rounded a corner. 

“Glitches mostly.” He said looking over at her. “Nothing that hasn’t worried us too much.”

“Fury mentioned this is mostly an observation.” She wanted to make sure as well as make it known that she didn’t want to stay longer than necessary. “Only engaging when necessary. I don’t see how I was needed to babysit a hammer that is only causing tech interference.”

Coulson chuckled. “You really haven’t changed, Y/N.” 

“I try not to. But given the circumstances I’m sure you can understand why I’d rather be back at home.” She said with a nod. 

“Give me a week.” He said as he came to stop by the exit where the hammer could be seen. “If there is no one that tries to reclaim it, I’ll let Director Fury know that you are free to go.”

Y/N thought about it for a moment. “Fine. Where do you need me?”

“Surveillance for now. Fury mentioned you know when something is coming.” He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Coulson knew Y/N would come in handy. For as many times as someone could be blindsided, they’d know ahead of time. 

“Don’t push it. We both know I don’t even know the extent of these powers.” She said with a shake of her head. 

“It’s enough to melt one of my best arrows.” Clint’s voice filled the air causing Y/N to turn towards Clint with a smirk on her face. 

“You should know better than to annoy someone with a shiny new toy.” The two of them glared at each other for a moment as Clint came to a stop in front of her. 

It wasn’t long before both of them smiled and pulled each other into a hug. The action itself had been a reminder that the two hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. After a period of time of not seeing each other, they would pull this as a welcoming back moment. 

“I’ve missed you.” Clint said as he pulled away from her. 

“So have I.” She said with a nod. “I just needed some time.”

“I know.” He said with a nod. “You took a hit and to be honest, I’m surprised you even decided to come for this.”

“I’m staying out of the action this time around.” Y/N nodded her head. “I’m only here if things get way out of hand.”

Clint looked between her and Coulson for a moment. “I’ve got her Phil. We’ve got a bit of catching up to do before you put her on desk duty.”

Y/N chuckled as they watched as he left them. “So no hard feelings about disappearing without a word?”

He scoffed. “You may have left, but I knew where you were all along.” It caused her to roll her eyes as they began making their way towards the surveillance room.

Y/N ran her hands along her face as she looked over the monitors. There hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary for the last several hours. She had spent most of her time making sure that there wasn’t anyone flying over their newly formed restricted site. 

“Now I remember why I wanted to leave.” She mumbled causing Clint to chuckle. 

“Too late now.” He said never taking his eyes off the few screens in front of him. “You agreed to come, now you gotta do the job. Unless you want something more exciting to happen.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not at-” Her words stopped as the buzzing sound came alive full force in her head. Y/N brought her hands up to rub at her temples trying to get it to stop. But she knew what it meant. 

Clint hadn’t missed the way she had winced as her hands had touched her temples. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay. He didn’t know how she reacted to certain things. 

Before Y/N could even try to get words to form, a message came over the coms signaling the reason why the buzzing was going off. 

Agents down! We've got a perimeter breach!

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Hi! Don’t know if you are still doing Angel vignettes, but here are some ideas :) :(A) Angel revealing the story behind a scar to 180, (B) the POV of Angel learning about 180s torture/backstory while at DIABLO HQs, (C) the aftermath of Angel making his first casualty on the job or finding the body of someone he knew. Thanks!

I chose C! I wouldn’t normally do big backstory stuff like this, but I’ve written it all up now, so just this once y’all can have a little spoilers. As a treat.

Content warnings: gore, eye injury, implied assault, death, drug mention

The man reels back, clutching at his face. His eyeball bulges out of the swollen lids, almost out of the socket, as red and angry as the man's mottled cheeks. His mouth hangs open and a guttural cry rips from his throat.

Noise. Fuck, if others come to help him...

Angel hadn't even realised that he'd made a note of the things on the desk, but his hand goes for the letter opener as if he'd planned it all along, and it's like the weapons trainer is speaking in his head. Soft spot under the chin. Blade's blunt, needs to be hard and fast, put your weight into it. He does, puts so much force into it that he knocks the man to the floor, falling on top of him.

The man's scream cuts off. His mouth gapes open as if in indignation, and Angel sees the glint of metal within, the blood oozing from his split tongue and pouring out of his lips. Still he's moving, limbs flailing; Angel bears down until everything, finally, stops.

Angel stands up. He rearranges his clothes. His shirt won't button right. There's some missing, must have been torn off. Where did they go? He looks down at the carpet, then shakes himself. Stupid. These clothes will need to be burned anyway, get rid of the blood and evidence.

He looks down at the body.

Fuck.

Now it's the spectre of Azazel with him, coolly judgemental. You didn't plan for this, did you? If there's going to be bodies, there needs to be a plan.

Angel grits his teeth. There was a plan. It just needs some - adjustments, now. He hurries to the door of the office and presses his ear against it. No sounds of footsteps, doesn't seem like anyone's rushing to see what's going on. They must be expecting a certain amount of noise, right? Don’t want to barge in and get an eyeful of the boss. A giggle tries to work its way up Angel’s throat and he forces it back down. It’s hard to keep from laughing, though. He feels… giddy, like a cocaine high, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm.

Ok. So. So, first he should do what he's here for.  

There was a box of tissues that got knocked to the floor when Angel was sitting up on the desk. He wipes the blood off his hands, then wraps some more tissue around his fingers as he starts going through the drawers. Just like the client said, there’s a little notebook locked in the top drawer with a password list. There’s also a revolver in one of the drawers. Its weight is reassuring, as is the familiar ritual of checking and loading the gun, swinging the cylinder back into place with a satisfying click before tucking the gun into the back of his jeans. He switches the computer on, finds the necessary files, and hesitates. The client said to send direct if possible, but after this? Fuck that. Angel wants to make sure he’s going to get paid what he deserves for this mess. He copies the folders onto a flash drive and shoves it into his pocket.

Now there’s just the one problem. He stares down at the body, willing some good idea to present itself. There’s no way to make this look like anything but murder. People don’t stab themselves like that. Could he take the letter opener and then shoot the guy in the same spot to cover it up? No, the noise. And the eye would still be suspicious.

He could just leave, right? But people saw them. He’d get away with it this time since no one knows him, but it wouldn’t look good for future jobs. DIABLO want ghosts, not people who leave a trail behind. But he can’t haul the body out of here by himself, not without being seen.

He catches sight of himself in the window. Wide-eyed, dishevelled, and -  he raises a hand to gently touch the sore skin – already there are livid marks showing on his throat. People would be sympathetic to that, right? Could he spin some story, get help? From who, though? Everyone here works for the dead man. Why would they feel any sympathy? Angel won’t have been the first cute young thing to be brought back here.

He traces the marks again, thoughtful. There’s an idea forming. Maybe not a good one, but the only one he’s got. But he’s going to need something to put the body in.

Very carefully, he cracks the door open and glances out. Empty, for now. Which door does he need? Where had the guy been trying to go, before Angel had cajoled him into getting a look at the office?  He takes a guess, and is relieved to find himself in a large bedroom. Bedding, good. Dry cleaning bags in the wardrobe, even better. He scuttles back to the office and begins to wrap the man up.

Several minutes and a swift descent down the drainpipe later, Angel drops to the ground with the dead man’s car keys clutched in one sweating fist. Gravel crunches beneath his feet. He moves towards the parked Jaguar as silently as possible and hides behind it. Sweat blurs his vision and he has to wipe it away with his sleeve. The giddiness is turning to nausea.

There’s a voice changer function on his phone. He must have collected enough of a sample of the man’s voice, the guy was a real talker. Now he just needs to remember… he screws his eyes closed, trying to concentrate. When they first arrived and the man had called over to his security guy, what was the name?

He licks his lips, then presses the call button.

“Sir?” comes the muffled voice.

“Marc,” says Angel, and the changer produces the wheezy tones of the dead man. “There’s been a small complication. Go upstairs, you’ll find a package that I need you to dispose of. I’ll be taking the Jaguar. If anyone asks, I’ve been out all evening.”

There’s a pause, and Angel bites his lip so hard he starts tasting blood.

“I don’t remember seeing you this evening, sir,” says Marc, and Angel punches the air in silent jubilation. “I will take care of that other matter.”

“Very good. I’ll be sure to reflect that in your pay this month,” Angel says, and hangs up. He has to force himself to go up the driveway at a casual pace, but once he hits the road he floors it. Adrenaline is surging through him and he’s riding the wave now, every inch of him alive. Time to meet up with the client again. Time to renegotiate some terms.

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(tbh I could do option B, but it’s basically, Angel reads the file that says what happened and goes ‘huh, that’s fucked up’. They wouldn’t have any kind of strong reaction to it)

Eco-Pleasant Organization Tendencies In 2021

The Best Bag And Cable Organizers™

The Custom Leathercraft 3 Multi-Purpose Clip-on Zippered Bags are better suited for your home toolbox than an everyday gadget bag. The trio of pouches are made of canvas, so they’re tough, and sharp nails and needle-nose pliers won’t damage them. The canvas was rougher than our panelists preferred, and most staffers found the dark colors unattractive. Many of us also prefer pouches that are transparent because we don’t like guessing what’s stored in each bag in the set. The IPOW BD02 pencil pouches are sold in a set of four. We liked the fun floral patterns and traditional pencil pouch shape. But the bags weren’t big enough to hold more than a single bulky item, such as a laptop charger. The zippers also stuck and some broke during our tests. The five bags in the Modern Bethel Travel Pouch Set are covered in vinyl, so they’re waterproof. But in our tests, the seams weren’t stitched cleanly and the bags leaked water. We also found that the larger bags (13¾ by 10½ inches and 11 by 8¼ inches) are so big that they’re as bad as just leaving things loose in your backpack or purse to begin with. The Muji Double Fastener Case (medium) was great for storing the small gear on our list. But it couldn’t hold our bulkier items without permanently deforming the polyester bag. It’s also not waterproof, so a spilled soda or leaking lotion bottle would damage its contents. The BUBM cord and cosmetic organizer is a two-way makeup and brush bag that’s convertible to store tech gear as well. The top is a traditional makeup bag, and the bottom unzips horizontally to store brushes, tablet pens, and skinny cable cords. But the main compartment isn’t big enough to carry most of the accessories on our list. And the padded chamber absorbed leaking water, which means that it could retain the stinky odors of other spilled liquids over time. The Chiceco Handy Makeup Pouch offers better privacy than our pick from The Container Store because it’s made of 100D Oxford nylon and not micro mesh. It’s small enough to carry with one hand, and is flexible and durable enough to cram full with gear without fear of it tearing. But the zipper broke during testing, making the bag virtually impossible to use. The Leatherology Clamshell Makeup Bag is sold in two sizes (medium and large) or as a set. Both sizes were great for splitting the storage of our tech gear and personal hygiene items. We liked that both bags have zip pockets, and the clamshell design was ideal for finding small items hiding at the bottom of the bag. But the leather was too soft, and it was easy to scratch and scuff during normal use. Leatherology allows only a 30-day return window and only for unused gear, which isn’t ideal for a product that costs $85 to $180. ” Yet we called the customer service line twice and never spoke with a live person (once, we stayed on hold for 30 minutes before giving up and ending the call). Note: As of January 2020, Leatherology now offers a one-year limited warranty against defects in materials or craftsmanship, but we still prefer the quality, style, and look of our Cuyana picks. After two years of testing, we dropped the Dsptch Dopp Kit as a pick. Originally, we liked that its design worked for carrying both cables and lotions because the main compartment had three wide elastic loops that comfortably fit bulky toiletries (like sunscreen) and tech accessories (like charging bricks) beside each other. But the main compartment can’t fully unzip, so it’s harder to peer into and harder for larger hands to dig inside. Similarly, the side compartment’s padded valet tray takes up valuable space, and when the tray was in place, we had trouble quickly grabbing an item from that section without fully unzipping the bag. The Herschel Supply Co. Chapter Travel Kit measures 18 by 4½ by 6 inches, so it holds our essentials with plenty of room to spare. But its large size also means it was way too big to carry each day. This Dopp kit also isn’t waterproof. The Aer Cable Kit was a previous pick, but it has been discontinued. We reviewed its successor, the Aer Cable Kit 2, which isn’t as practical as our Incase pick. The Aer Cable Kit 2 has redesigned pockets and loops, but the storage compartments are less useful in this iteration because they’re more uniform, which means it’s harder to find a spot for odd-shaped gear. And the main compartment is lined in a fleece-like material that’s not very soft. We don’t like the Bellroy Tech Kit because the metal zipper is sticky, the storage compartments aren’t ideal for smaller pieces like USB flash drives and earbuds, and the pockets aren’t taut or zippable, so items can easily fall out in transit. The Dagne Dover Arlo Tech Pouch (large) is a good size if you regularly carry large tech accessories such as a charging brick or docking station, but for most commuters, it’s too big and ungainly. It’s difficult for people with small hands to carry in one hand, it doesn’t rest flat along the spine when open, and the chunky plastic zipper is stiff and hard to maneuver. The Knomo Thames Knomad Organizer is slim enough to stash inside a briefcase, but its wide design makes it harder to carry in one hand while you’re juggling gear as you dash from conference room to conference room. And although it’s made of water-resistant polyurethane, the material is slightly rough, not as refined as the material in our other picks. The Bond Travel Gear Escapade Pouch has a rough nylon exterior, inconsistent stitching quality, and zippers that catch, making it hard to open and close. Eagle Creek Etool Organizer Pro lacks a microfiber lining and padding to protect delicate objects, and there’s limited space to secure smaller items, like thumb drives. Water also leaks through the zippers. The Native Union Stow Accessory Organizer’s leather exterior shows wear and tear easily, and the zippers are difficult to use. The Peak Design Tech Pouch opens like an accordian-style file folder, so gear won’t fall out when you open it. But this was the hardest bag to open that we tested, as the zipper frequently got stuck on the thick piping that was designed to prevent leaks. The Tom Bihn Snake Charmer is an upright bag with dual mesh compartments (like a dopp kit). But it's surprisingly bulky (up to 5 inches deep), and it’s also not waterproof, so tech gear won’t survive a soda spill. For non-water-resistant options, we prefer our Vaultz Mesh Storage Bags because they’re sold in a pack of four for just $8 at the time of writing, are modular and big enough for larger cables, and pack down flat for easy storage. The Welden Nylon Accessory Organizer is well-made and stylish, featuring a modern hexagonal weave pattern on the exterior that’s sure to attract attention. But its small size (4.7 by 7.78 by 2.75 inches) has limited storage space, which won’t work for most people commuting with all of their gear. It’s also pricey ($80 at the time of writing), and we think our luxe pick, the Cuyana Leather Travel Case varlion summum leather backpacks Set, is a better deal (currently two bags for $110). Leatherology Small Tech Bag Organizer has three elastic loops, but the loops loosened after just a couple of uses. The bag is made of soft full-grain leather, which scratches easier than what we would like from a $65 bag. You can upgrade to the firm, full-grain German leather bag for $100.) This bag is also subject to Leatherology’s limited 30-day return window (described above). Both Bagsmart bags we looked at have plenty of loops and slots for our gear, but it felt weird putting toiletries in such a techie-looking pouch. Model Travel Universal Cable Organizer (BM0200044B001) wasn’t waterproof. And though the Thicken Cable Organizer (BM0200064A001) model did repel water, its inside wasn’t very durable and got scuffed up by our bulky laptop cable. Our packing cube pick, the Eagle Creek Pack It Quarter Cube (extra-small) was too flimsy to hold our gear. The Hynes Eagle Travel Accessories Organizer was too small to hold even half the gear on our list. The floral pattern on the bag was grainy and looked cheap. The bag also wasn’t waterproof. The Power Packer is durable, looks nice, and is big enough to store bulky cables, external power packs, and travel adapters. Although that’s exactly what it’s designed to carry, most of our testers found it big for everyday use. And the knitted fabric accents absorbed and leaked water to other sections of the bag.

A Picture is a Poem Without Words

Chapter 3

A/N: Swearing. A lot more setting up the basic background of the plot. The museums listed are real museums. Gifs by @nomoregoldfish and @gif-hunts-for-you

‘Thoughts’

“Spanish”

The next morning Blix woke up lying on her stomach, her face buried into a very soft pillow. She became aware of slight tickling situation. It took her a second to realize it was a hand, the fingers tracing over her various scars.

“That tickles, handsome,” She whispered as she blearily opened her eyes, as she turned toward him.

She reached for the sheets and pulled it up to cover her naked chest as the chill of the room hit her. She looked him over as he rested his hand onto her hip and watched his eyes roam over her skin, pausing at various scars.

“Surely, not all of these are from work, are they gorgeous?” He asked with a frown.

“No. Not all of them are from work. Many are from my traumatic childhood that I am not quite ready to divulge,” She explained quietly as she tried not to think too heavily on the memories that tried to creep to the forefront of her mind.

He nodded once and said, “I can understand that. Maybe one day I’ll share my past with you as well.”

She smiled softly and stretched, wincing when she felt the aches and pains from last night make their appearance.

“Last night really happened eh? Guess I wasn’t that hard to get after all?” She conceded as she shifted onto her back.

“I wouldn’t say that. Most women tend to become putty within 5 minutes of meeting me. You made me chase after you and work for it,” He commented as he dragged her closer to him. “It was a bit exhausting.”

“Oh yes. How terrible it must be to have women and men alike fall for you at the drop of a hat, Pacho. What a horrid life you lead,” She teased him as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Truly. It’s awful. Can’t have a moment to myself at all,” He joked as well, with a chuckle.

They fell into a comfortable silence, and she almost fell back to sleep when she suddenly heard the sounds of rain pattering against the windows.

“Lovely. That will be fun returning home in,” She said with a sigh.

“Gilberto and Miguel will be here in an hour. They wish to talk out the details and finalize the deal. So, the storm may have passed by then,” Pacho replied as he sat up. “I had my men buy you a change of clothes, we should probably shower.”

Blix nodded her head and sat up as well. Her shoulder gave a twinge of pain at the change of pressure and she rotated her arm a bit to work out the kink. He glanced over at her as she quietly groaned as it continued to cause her pain.

He motioned for her to follow him and as she does, he leads her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and allowed the temperature to heat up before stepping in, pulling her in with him. They washed their hair quickly, and as he gathered body wash into his hands, he gently began to massage it on her shoulders. He found a couple of knots and softly worked them out. She couldn’t help the moan of content as he worked out a particularly large knot. Once her shoulders had fully relaxed, they finished up their showers and stepped out. She dressed in the clothes that was provided, a camisole and some jeans, and new underwear/bra.

Once they were dressed, a light lunch was ordered for them both, and as they ate, Gilberto and Miguel appeared. They walked in and sat across from them in the living room.

She took a couple more bites of her sandwich, surveying both men before her. She finished it and took the initiative to start the conversation.

“So, shall we begin with your demands, or mine?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and glancing between the two.

“Please, tell us what you wish from us first and we shall see if we can work with them. Pacho told us some of it, but believed there were others?” Gilberto inquired leaning forward; elbows propped on his knees.

“I need assurances from the both of you that your men, will not interfere with my work. That means no dragging me to your places. No Marta or any other child of yours, to spy on me at work, as the first condition,” She began.

“Second, I am trying to gather info on art thieves, and various other crimes. I need to know who is moving what. What is on the market. That sort of thing. My bosses think that there are criminals selling art on the black market to fuel communism,” She continued with an eye roll at the last part. “I believe there’s something bigger going on. I just need proof of it.”

“I do not mind creating a deal for you with the government. Does it make my skin crawl to be even considering this nonsense? Yes. But you are far better than Escobar and his men who are absolute freaks,” She concluded taking a sip of her iced tea.

They both chuckled a bit at her and Gilberto conceded, “Those are acceptable conditions my dear. As Pacho told you previously, we do not wish to be in the cocaine business forever. We know that it’s only a matter of time before Escobar and his cartel are taken down. We want to be at the top, for a time, and do the bare minimum of prison time, before continuing our life.”

“Does everyone, aka all four of you, agree to this?” She confirmed with the three of them.

“Yes, and Chepe is aware of the plan as well and agrees as well,” Pacho verified as he lit up a cigarette.

There was something in the way he spoke and refused to make eye contact that made her somewhat doubt that. She, however, was not going to push the subject, just in case she was wrong.

“Okay. We can iron out full details in the future. This is all predicated on the idea that the Medellin Cartel will be gone, and as of right now, that is not the case. So, write down everything you want, and when the time comes, I will do what I can,” She assured with a nod. “Shall we shake on it?”

She held her hand out to them, to seal the deal. They nodded and Gilberto shook her hand firmly. As she moved to shake Miguel’s he held her hand and threatened lightly, “Remember Miss Lage, this also means that you do not rat on us. It would be such a shame, to see such a pretty face die because you didn’t respect us or show us loyalty.”

She cleared her throat, shoving the panic that tried to appear back down and shook his hand once.

“Now then, we have business to attend to. Pacho? We shall see you this afternoon, yes?” Miguel asked his tone doing a 180° as he spoke to him.

Pacho nodded and showed them out. Blix stood up and dusted herself off. Once they had left, Pacho walked back over to her.

“I will take you home now, and then in a few days, I was thinking about coming around and maybe we can chit chat over any information we find?” Pacho suggested as he stood before her.

“Sounds good to me. You do have something other than your motorcycle, right?” She inquired as the sound of the rain grew louder and harsher.

He chuckled lowly and nodded his head in response. She grabbed her things, and he handed her a jacket, that was slightly too big. As she put it on, she realized it was one of his, as it smelled just like him. She smiled to herself for a moment and then followed him out. He led her downstairs to the parking garage of the hotel, where a red thunderbird waited for us.

She snorted loudly as she looked at it, causing Pacho to look over at her and raise an eyebrow.

“A Thunderbird? Really? Really nailing that ‘bad boy” persona eh?” She teased as he opened the door for her.

“Hm. But you like that persona, no?” He hummed back pressing a kiss to her lips, as she stepped into the car.

She just shook her and buckled in as he got in on the driver’s side. The drive to her home took a few minutes longer due to the blinding sheets of rain, but when they arrived, she told him goodbye and ran inside, unlocking her door as fast as possible.

She closed the door behind her, and shook off the raindrops, as she took off the jacket and her shoes. She set her things down on the table by the door before heading over to her answering machine to check for any messages.

No messages played. She sighed in relief and then called Jacque at the bar, to see if he wanted her to come in tonight due to the heavy rains. He told her to not bother and enjoy her night off, since the rain was meant to last well into the night, meaning hardly anyone would be coming in.

She made her way into her office and looked over files. She looked over at her crime board, aka the entire left wall of her office. She read over some case files, trying to make more connections, and fill in more blanks.

Shipments of art meant for the Museo Nacional de Colombia in Bogota, Antioqua Museum in Medellin, and Museum of Colonial Art and Religious la Merced in Cali, have gone missing. However, the biggest concern was the heist done at the Gold Museum in Bogota. 20 crates full of gold artifacts, all valued at hundreds of millions of dollars, missing. There were rumors that there were buyers located in Medellin, but the sellers were hiding out somewhere in Cali for the time being.

Every time they got close to figuring out who was selling them, and where they may have hidden the art, they disappear. Blix suspected that there was a high possibility that there was spy amidst her team.  

She spent the next couples of hours going over her stack of files, noting details of each one that she found somewhat important. It wasn’t until there was a large crack of thunder that she looked up from her work. She glanced over at the clock and noted it was after 6pm. She stretched, before going into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. Her dinner consisted of some chicken and pasta drizzled with alfredo sauce.

She quietly ate and put away the leftovers before going back to work for a couple more hours. It wasn’t until about 11pm before she stopped for the night and went upstairs to change, sliding under her covers as soon as she was in comfortable clothing.

The next morning, she woke up and as she stepped out to pick up the newspaper, she noticed a yellow manilla folder peeking out of her mailbox. She pulled it out, looking around suspiciously. She slipped back inside, tossing the newspaper onto her coffee table. She flipped it over and saw the words “For your eyes only” in Spanish.

She walked into her kitchen and stepped up to her kitchen island; opening it after getting settled onto one of the seats.

She shook out the contents of the envelope, and out came a handwritten note along with a stack of photos.

“It appears you have spy in your midst, lovely. Do not trust this person with anymore information. I look forward to speaking with you in greater detail, in a few days. -Pacho”

She looked at the photos and saw that it was the one person she didn’t personally hire. It was someone that the ambassador had recommended and that her boss forced her to hire because of his political ties. He was the son of one of the senators here in Colombia, and stated he had an interest in law enforcement.

She glowered at the images before her and had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. On the back of one of the images there was a name written down: Augustus König. She looked at the name with wide eyes. She leaned over and grabbed her satellite phone. She dialed the one person she knew on her team that wouldn’t betray her.

“Hello?” A male voice came through after the phone rang twice.

“Theo. I have a lead but I need for this to stay between us,” She began. “Look up the name: Augustus König. Don’t let Marcos aware of what you are doing.”

“Do you think he’s the one spewing intel on our missions? And how do I spell that?” He asked lowly.

“Yes. In fact, I’m quite sure of it. Let’s just say, I have new CI and let’s keep it at that,” She explained vaguely before spelling out the name for him.

“Alright. I’ll let you know what I find and fax it over to you,” He assured as soon as he got the info he needed.

“Thank you. Hopefully, this is the break we need,” She said with a sigh.

“I know, right? I’ll get back to ya boss asap,” He replied with a small laugh.

She hung up and looked at the photos once more and got annoyed all over again.

She made another phone call and as soon as the phone connected, she started, “Horacio. Need a favor.”

“Hello, Blix. I am well, how about you?” He answered back in a mocking tone.

“Sorry. Hi, Horacio. I really need a favor,” She amended with a slight eye roll.

“What’s up?” Horacio asked.

“Do you know Diego Marcos?” She questioned.

“Yes. The senator’s son that’s on your team, correct?” He confirmed after a moment.

“I need for you to investigate him. I have reason to believe that he’s leaking intel on us,” She requested.

He hummed, “He has taken a recent interest in the DEA as well and has been loitering around the office randomly. Explains why a recent mission to find La Quica went to hell.”

She shook her head at that. “I don’t trust him. I didn’t even want him on my team but the powers that be said I had to take him. But… if we gather enough evidence to prove that he’s not on our side, then we can get rid of him.”

“Let me see what I can do, little fox,” Horacio replied, determination in his voice. “Anything else? And how is your Cali situation going?”

“Thanks. It’s settled for the most part. Had to make a deal with the devil but at the very least, I don’t have to worry about dying anytime soon,” She informed him with some bitterness in her tone.

“I hope you know what you are doing. Stay safe. I’ll keep you updated,” He stated before he hung up.

She sat her phone down and studied the photos some more, examining each one. She gets to the last two and paused, blinking rapidly. They were photos of both Miguel Gallardo and Pablo Escobar, meeting with König, paintings in the background; paintings that she knew very well. She had been staring at photos of them for hours just last night.

“Fucking hell. Those bastards. They bought from him… which would mean that… the Cali also probably brought from him. Those fucks. Imma kill them. That’s.. that’s what is gonna happen. I’m going to beat them all to death. Fuckin. Fuck,” She angrily spoke to herself.

She looked on the back of them to see if he had written anything, and there was one note that said, “He has tried to sell art to us before but after making it well known that he does not… tolerate men like me, we washed our hands of him”

She squinted at it with deep suspicion. ‘Uh huh. Sure. We will be talking about this when we meet.’

She tossed the photos down, sighing, a hand running down her face in exasperation. As she tried to decide what to do next, she heard her fax machine come to life. She got up and walked over to it looking at what was coming in.

The first page literally just read in huge handwriting, “Huge files. I found a great deal on him. Apparently, he’s wanted by several agencies. Prepare for a long week of reading, boss.”

‘Great.’

She left it to do its thing, occasionally checking on it to remove stacks of paper, and make sure that there was plenty of paper and ink within it. It took about 2 hours before the fax finally stopped. She began the long process of sorting the papers sent to her. Fortunately, Theo was kind of enough to code each paper with a specific number in the upper right-hand corner to note what files they belong to.

By the time she was done, several hours had passed, and she had 5 different piles sat upon her table. She only stopped every now and again to eat. She was exhausted by the time she had finished and was thankful for having work that night. She needed some space away from work or she was going to set it on fire.

That night at the bar was fairly normal, and she spent part of the night supervising the new bartender.

About 2am, trouble walked in, in the form of the Gentlemen of Cali. She ignored the three of them for the most part, allowing the newbie to take their orders, and see how he did with them.

She was busy jamming out to the rock n roll blasting from the stereos. Most of the time, the music was just a local music station. Every now and again, Jacque allowed them to play mixtapes. Currently, Uptown Girl by Billy Joel was playing, and Blix was singing along loudly. Some of the waitresses would walk up and join in with her. They would dance around and be silly between orders.

The night was coming to close; she was ready to go home and sleep. She watched as Pacho worked his magic on a guy that he settled up next to a few minutes ago. She chuckled when it barely took him two minutes to convince the guy to leave with him. She watched him walk out, with his arm wrapped around the guy.

Gilberto and Miguel stayed until bar closed and walked up to her. “Your tip. Thank you. You were very entertaining,” Gilberto said with a secretive wink. “Pacho also left his tip with us to give to you as well.”

He handed her an envelope and before he and Miguel walked out. She shoved the envelope into her bag, not bothering to look at it, as she gathered the rest of her tips, and stuff. Jacque usually had the new personnel stay behind to learn the closing process, like cleaning and such, so she was able to leave a few minutes early.

She made her way home and sighed in relief once she stepped into her home. She walked upstairs to shower and change. She chewed on her lip as she sat on her bed, thinking about the envelope she had in her bag. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it up. Inside was about $1k.

“Ooh. Oh boy. Uhhh. Wha-“ She stammered as she stared at it wide-eyed.

‘Great. Now, I have to be responsible and return this when I see them again. This is... far too much… and is essentially a payoff.’

She threw it back into her bag with an annoyed sigh, throwing herself onto her bed. ‘One of the best tips I’ve ever gotten, and I cannot accept it… because it’s from… cartel members.’

She made herself comfortable and as she fell asleep, she thought, ‘New rule: no more ridiculous tips, which I can’t believe is a thing that needs to be discussed.’

As she slept, another museum in Cali, Museo La Tertulia, was in the midst of being robbed.

◤ we run further away

❝ goin' on a trip, you fill my gasoline make movie scene, needin' to boost myself for my self-esteem

solo related to jihoon writing the lyrics to runaway, collab-album with yuzu date: july 2021 song choice: runaway word count: 635, without lyrics notes:

it was honestly a surprise at how difficult it was writing a song for a collab. it really was jihoon’s first big project outside of charm. sure, they were a few songs he wrote here and there. however, this was something different. to have yuju tell him, do whatever you want however you want, to put her trust in their little project was pretty rough. not that he would ever admit to it. after all, he decided to go along with it and this was the last thing he was going to tell her.

but at least he had the music written down, something he was happy with. so working on the lyrics was supposed to be much easier, right?

no, jihoon was very much wrong at how things were playing out as of now. it was only their second song in and he didn’t know what he wanted to do with it. piss off their fans was always his top priority, that’s what he planned on doing with this album. 

it was a struggle with the lyrics, but it didn’t take long before some things started to fall into place. 

baby, i don't wanna waste yes, i want it bad, run away can you take me home, please? before i change my mind

it was rare for jihoon to say he enjoyed writing a random part of a song, but it was really like putting a puzzle together. you always had to start with something, and it was weird that this time it wasn't really the chorus. but he made do with what he had. moving from different places in his studio, from the couch to the desk and back. it had become a good habit, to move around every once in a while in order to not get too stiff. which was rather odd, considering how much dancing charm did on the regular. 

it was also helpful to get some little random sparks of inspirations. they were definiely welcomed whenever jihoon was writing. from something he saw on the street, to an experience from a dream. it was a wide range, however, with this album, it was harder. they already had a good idea of what they wanted, the whole joker and harley quin idea was yuzu, jihoon would have never thought of it, but it gave him a lot to work around.

so what would a little toxic lyrics gonna do? it was his choice to put things together and hope that bc wouldn't shut it down. plus, wouldn't they make a hot couple running away? which is where the whole idea came for this song. of course, after some thinking and realization, wasted hours and countless scribbled out lyrics, jihoon was finally getting somewhere with this.

when your clear eyes embrace me we run further away i will take your hand

this had absolutely nothing like the previous song he had written. compared to starlight, this lacked the bright and cheerful atmosphere, but it was definitely something he enjoyed. over the years, he had gotten used to the idea that he could experiment to his hearts content. as long as he got it out of his system, even if the song never got to see the light of day, jihoon would be content even if it sat in some forgotten folder on his computer. after all, not every song was going to be released. some would even had to go through a full 180 before it was even remotely okay in the eyes of the company. 

however, something kept telling him it would be okay, at least this time around. if he stepped out of his usual charm created comfort zone. he was sure that yuzu would like it, he was sure she would like anything he made for them, but he really couldn't wait for her to hear the demos he had made. to finally have her sing the lines that were designated to her. it was going to happen and he was more than excited for it.

Horror!AU Deleted Scenes: the scene replaced by everything leading up to the toilet scene

Yes, I can’t believe the “toilet scene” is something that I literally just wrote.

Deleted scene from Aemilius’ draft chapter.

Trigger warnings: Gore, injury, teeth-tearing, blood, dismemberment, yeah you get the gist

Disclaimer: In the original draft, Aemilius was meant to have OCD, but I cancelled that because I figured it’d be too cliche and I didn’t want people to think personality had anything to do with diagnoses and symptoms. 

Aemilius went over his plan as he ate his food, chewing absentmindedly and staring into empty space. YUL watched him but lost interest. Instead, it floated around the room, relooking at shelves and corners of the room. Aemilius observed it intently.

Indeed, he was growing weaker with every passing day, both physically and mentally. Constantly, he was feeling YUL’s grip on him, trying to tear open the pathway to connect with his mind, but Aemilius had never allowed it to. It was a terrible feeling, one that made him feel nauseous when he attempted to strengthen his guard, and it also made his head ache. He made sure to stay away from it as much as he could at all times to weaken its dreadful aura. 

He was going to have to escape soon and quick before YUL could possess him. 

Making sure to finish all of his breakfast for energy, he cleared his throat and assumed a confident position, crossing his arms and holding his head up high. “Ahem.”

YUL’s head twisted towards him. It said nothing, waiting.

“I can tell that you enjoy my work,” Aemilius continued carefully. “At least observing it and learning more about it.”

“I do not have the emotional capability to enjoy things,” was its response.

“Well, you’re interested in my work. I have something for you.” Aemilius walked over to one of his cabinets, opened it, and took out a large folder. It was filled with his own nonfictional writing about his life; it was almost like a diary, but he would find the idea of calling it one preposterous. He hadn’t read the folder in a very long time, but he supposed that it was interesting enough for YUL to investigate. He walked over to the entity and stood right in front of it so that his back was to the laboratory wall. 

YUL’s hands were already out. Aemilius put the folder in its hands. 

“This folder contains a lot of my work before my major alchemy projects,” he explained. “And it also contains plenty of information about me. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to learn a bit more about your host, would it?”

“I already know what I need to know.”

Aemilius stiffened. For a moment, he thought it was going to refuse the folder, but then it opened it and pulled out a paper. He had to stop himself from sighing in relief. 

“But you are correct Aemilius. It would be useful to know more about you.”

Its head tilted down, and it began to read. Aemilius waited a few moments before slowly moving out of its way so that it was only facing the wall and not him. It didn’t notice.

Aemilius’ heart pounded in his chest. This was it. This was the moment. He very carefully tiptoed away, keeping an eye on YUL in case if it looked at him. But the only movement it had was turning its head from side to side and turning the papers. Aemilius’ mouth went dry as he stared at the floor of his laboratory, eyes darting to each and every individual line in the wood. It didn’t feel right just walking like this. His face was heating up, sweaty.

Right foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Right foot. Left foot. Left foot. 

The floorboards creaked. Aemilius froze in his tracks. He anxiously gawked at YUL. Its movements stiffened, and its head turned upwards as if to sense the sound. Then it steadily looked back down, continuing to examine the papers. 

Aemilius had to stop himself from sighing in relief again. Instead, he held his breath, continuing the same pattern. It was necessary for him to stay quiet and sneak out. It would work, he knew. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. He kept looking back. He wasn’t sure if YUL was turning its head to glance at him every time he turned around. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Left. He wondered if he was allowed to breathe. 

The door. Right. Right. So close. Left. Right. He carefully outstretched a hand, looking down at his feet as they stepped over the lines of the floorboards. Very slowly, he pulled open the door…

“Where are you going.”

Aemilius froze, eyes immediately darting to YUL. It was staring straight at him. Its head had turned 180 degrees. 

“Nowhere,” Aemilius said quietly. 

“You are not allowed to leave.”

“I-I know that, however--”

“Why is the door open.”

“It’s open, well, because--”

“Close it.”

Aemilius tried to swing the door open and dart outside when suddenly something latched onto him and dragged him back. He yelped as his shoes scraped against the wooden floor, irritated and anxious that he touched the lines. He was whipped around to look directly into the eyes of YUL. A sticky, gooey back tendril was wrapped around the alchemist. 

“It seems that you made an attempt to mislead me,” YUL stated. “It was in order for you to escape the lab. You have spotted my weaknesses and used them against me.” It pulled him closer, its beak almost poking between his eyes. “I will not allow you to do that again.”

“I-- fine. Yes, I was trying to escape. I won’t do it again.” A lie, but he couldn’t say anything else right now.

YUL didn’t appear satisfied, however, because it pulled back its tendril and let Aemilius fall onto the floor with a thud. It glided over to one of the tables next to his homunculus and took many of his tools with a dark cloud of smoke before gliding back to where the alchemist was. He came back onto his feet, backing up frantically. 

“Put my tools down!” he hissed. “There is no reason why you should be putting your filthy hands on them!”

“Filthy is not an accurate word to describe any part of me. And I have a reason that I am using your tools.” It paused, hovering in front of him. “My patience is not expressive however it is running very low. I need you weakened so I can finally possess you. I have been waiting for a very long time.” 

Before Aemilius could react, the gooey black tendrils of smoke launched out towards him once more, pulling him towards YUL. He clenched his teeth and grunted, trying to pull away, but he couldn’t. Once more, he was right in front of the frightening entity. Then it pushed him to the ground, kneeling on him and pressing its metal knee onto his chest. He squirmed and kicked to no avail.

“You can try all you want,” he snarled, “but I will not break.”

YUL tilted its head curiously. Aemilius glared right back up at it. 

“O-kay.”

A metal hand launched from the side of its cloak, pinning down one of his arms. He tried to shove them off, once again, to no avail. And then another arm launched out, this time with sharp, pointed-- were they even fingers?! They appeared to be more like shining blades, gleaming. Aemilius’ eyes widened, and he tried desperately to break free from YUL’s grip.

“I have read in your journals that you do not like substances such as blood,” YUL stated. “However this procedure will be gory and will cause you major injuries. It is recommended to not speak as I perform this operation.”

Before Aemilius could say anything else, YUL rose its sharp fingers before chopping directly down onto his wrist, completely splitting his hand from his arm. 

Aemilius let out a horrendous scream, curling and writhing. Blood splattered from the open wound. YUL stayed where it was. It pulled back its sharp fingers into its cloak before taking its other remaining hand and covering Aemilius’ mouth, muffling his cries of pain. He curled up, cradling the stump of his arm against his chest, letting out heavy, sob-like breaths as his eyes dribbled agonized tears. He gawked in horror at the wound. His stomach churned. Nausea pounded into his head. He choked and looked up at YUL, who was as cold and still as ever.

“It appears that that has given you great distress,” it said blankly. “However I believe it isn't good enough yet.” 

“Wh… hh…” He coughed, gasping and choking.

It tilted its head again, staring at the hand that was covering Aemilius’ mouth. It seemed interested. It slowly took its hand off. Once more, another hand launched out from its cloak and grabbed one of the tools it had. A small plier. It forced Aemilius’ jaws open, taking the plier and gripping it onto one of his teeth. Aemilius groaned, unable to see through the tears of pain in his eyes. 

YUL internally counted to three before forcefully tugging the tooth out of its socket. Aemilius let out another scream as blood trickled from his mouth. YUL took hold of another one of his teeth and counted once more. Aemilius squirmed, desperately trying to snap his head away. YUL did not let go. It pulled the tooth out. He let out a strangled cry.

“Are you giving up yet,” YUL asked. Before Aemilius could even make the attempt to answer, YUL took the pliers and reached deep into his mouth, having the pliers take hold of one of the man’s back teeth. His tongue was covered with droplets of red. YUL’s hand tightly gripped onto his jaw, keeping his head still. Counting internally again, it yanked the tooth out. Aemilius only let out a weak, raw rasp. YUL finally let go and stood above him, watching him curl up.

“That is enough,” it said. “But you must stay quiet. You must not arouse suspicion. No one can find you.”

Aemilius held his bleeding wrist against his chest, his other hand clasping his mouth. He was shaking profusely, eyes squeezed shut. His tongue tasted the bitter, coppery blood in his mouth. His gums were swollen. His head was thudding. The blood was getting all over his lips and clothes, spilling onto the floor. He was dizzy. He felt as if he were about to pass out. All that he could do in response to YUL’s question was look up at it in fear and humiliation while groaning and whining weakly. 

YUL tilted its head curiously, watching him shake. It picked up his chopped off hand, observing it. It continued to dribble with red.

“You will be underneath my control very soon.”

Suite Life-- Make Up

Here’s Part Two to this preference: Break up

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Zack: “Babe,” Bailey sighed from her position at the foot of my bed, “It’s been three days. You have to get out of this room.” I pouted, knowing she was right. It had been three days since Zack and I broke up. Just because I broke up with him because he was flirting with other girls doesn’t make me miss him any less. “I know.” I sighed, snuggling deeper under my covers, “How about you let me finish out this day and we’ll get a fresh start tomorrow, and if I refuse you have permission to drag my whole mattress out of this room. 

Bailey let out another sigh but nodded, “Okay. We’ll start fresh tomorrow. I’m going to go down to the cafeteria for dinner, do you want anything?” She asked. “Can you bring me some pizza and something to drink?” I asked. Bailey smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah.” She spoke as she patted my leg. “I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll even bring some popcorn and candy and we can have movie night.” It was my turn to smile softly, “I’d really like that.” Bailey grabbed her phone and made her way out of our room. I was now alone. I rolled over on my side and stared at the door. Maybe I could doze off until Bails comes back. I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to take over. Yeah, that didn’t last long as there was a jarring knock on the door. I huffed and hauled myself out of my bed, perhaps Bailey forgot her key or her arms were so full she couldn’t open the door. I giggled at the thought. I placed my hand on the knob and began to open it, “What happened? Did you forget your key? Or did you bring so much-” the words died on the tip of my tongue when I saw who was actually at my door. Zack stood before me, one hand on his hip the other scratching the back of his head. “Oh, it’s you.” I stated coldly. “Well, thanks for stopping by.” I said as I began to close the door. “No, Y/N wait please.” Zack begged as he put his foot in the doorway. I huffed at him, “What?” “Please let me talk.” Zack begged with pleading eyes. It was then I noticed the dark purple bags under his eyes and his sunken expression. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I let go of the door and crossed my arms in front of me. “You have two minutes.” I huffed out. “Thank you.” Zack sighed in relief. 

“You broke up with me because I was flirting with girls.” “Way to state the obvious” I mused. “But it was more than that. Okay that sounds bad. No, what I mean is that there was a good reason I was flirting. Okay that’s even worse.” “Minute and a half.” I prompted. Zack ran a hand over his face, “I’m just going to say it. I flirt with girls because they give me money.” I perked an eyebrow at his confession. “Excuse me.” Zack groaned at his words. “Girls, for some reason, find me attractive, so they flirt with me. When I flirt back they leave me huge tips. Like sometimes $8-10.” “Okay but why would you need that much money if you already have a good paying job?” Zack looked at the ground. “I was… I am saving up for something.” He mumbled. I sighed and hugged myself tighter, “Okay cool. Are you done now? Bailey’s coming back with pizza soon.” I informed him. “I was saving up to get you a gift.” Zack blurted. My demeanor shifted, “Oh,” I uttered softly, “Why?” I questioned. Zack sighed, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to get you something to show you how much you mean to me. So in order to do that, I needed a little more cash, hence the flirting. But of course, I was so stupid and blind, I didn’t realized how fucked up that was and how much that would hurt you. I’m so sorry.” Zack admitted. We stood there for a couple of beats. “I don’t know what you want me to do here Zack. I still love you but I don’t want to get hurt like that again. You don’t need to get me fancy gifts to show me you love me. Just being with me is enough. Watch a movie, baking brownies, hell even just flirting with me. That’s all I need.” I confessed. Zack reached into his pocket and pulled out a slender box. He opened it and in it was a beautiful diamond necklace, “Oh Zack,” I gasped, reaching out for it. “I know I messed up. I know you probably don’t want me back. But if you’d have me, I’d really like another chance. I promise no more flirting with girls that aren’t you, and if I need more cash for some reason, I’ll talk to you about it. I still love you Y/N and I you said you love me too. So what do you say, take me back?” Zack rambled. I stared at Zack for a moment before giving him a soft smile, “Okay.” I answered. Zack went wide eyed, “Really.” I giggled and nodded. Zack rushed forward and wrapped me up in a big hug. “Thank the Lord.” He pulled out of the hug and made me do a 180. I lifted up my hair and let him clip the necklace in place. “Perfect” I spun back around and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed a small kiss to his lips and then pulled away. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away from me, “However, if you do ever pull that kind of stunt again, I will castrate you and then I’ll have Bailey chop off your head.” I threatened. Zack gulped at my words. He was about to answer, but another voice cut him off. “She’s right.” Bailey had returned with my food and our popcorn. “Now, move. You may have gotten back together with her but we’re having a movie night. So you can see her tomorrow but for now she’s mine.” Zack opened his mouth to protest but Bailey cut him off by closing the door in his face. Bailey turned to me and handed me my plate and cup. “Now I’m going to be honest, I’m glad you’re back together, y’all are a cute couple.” I laughed at Bailey’s confession. “You know Bails,” I began, “One day we could be related.” Bailey’s face went red. She gently shoved me, “Yeah, yeah. So what are we watching?”

Cody: I sighed as I walked across the open deck. I had been thinking a lot about Cody and what he said about my writing. I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I can’t help it. What if he’s right, what if my dream is stupid and I never become a famous writer? I sighed and tucked the folder I was carrying further into my chest. Inside the folder, you ask? Loose leaf print outs of my writing so that I can read them in a different format and make physical notes on them. I was going to actually sit outside for once and go through them but I decided not to at the last second. Anyway, I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even notice another body coming toward me until it was too late. In my surprise, my hand loosened causing my folder to fall out of my grasp, hit the ground, and scatter my papers everywhere. Immediately I bent down and began to pick everything up. “Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” The other person bent down and began to help me. They opened their mouth and the all too familiar voice froze me in my tracks. “Oh no, you’re fine. I wasn’t paying attention either. It’s my fault.” I cleared my throat and began to pick everything up faster. Soon I had most of it back in my folder, all that was left was those papers in Cody’s hand. I quickly reached to pull the papers away from him, but he moved away. “Y/N, did you write this?” He questioned, eyes scanning over the words. I crossed my arms in front of me, “Maybe. Why do you care. Gonna tell me it sucks?” I huffed. Cody looked up, a sad look in his eye. “Y/N. This is really good.” my face turned red at the compliment. “Thanks.” I muttered. “No, I mean it. Like really good. I’ve actually been looking for you.” Cody stated softly. “Okay.” I said, reaching out for my papers again and once again not succeeding. “Seriously. What I said the other day. It came out all wrong. My mom had, has, a dream. She wanted to be this famous singer and that’s what she put all her time into. Then she and my dad had me and Zack then the only thing she could get was the gig at the hotel. She raised us single handedly, struggling on the way. I never want you to struggle. I am so in love with you and the thought of you failing and not getting what you want is like my worst nightmares. I said you needed to focus on something more real, You needed a Plan B.” Cody explained. I nodded at his words, “Someone once told me that if you have a plan B, then you actually only have a plan A and it’s not the one you want it to be. Because you have to focus on your “plan b” so much it becomes your plan A and your original plan A gets lost.” I chimed. “And I know this now. I should have been more supportive. I should have encouraged this instead of trying to tear it down because you have a real gift. This is something you need to chase, and I’d like to be there every step of the way, if you would let me.” Cody expressed. Cody and I stood there for a moment just looking at each other before I nodded. “I would like that to. I love you too Cody.” I rushed and closed the gap between us, crushing my lips on his, wrapping my arms around his body pulling him close. “Thank God.” I heard Cody breathe out. We stood there for a while, just enamored in each others arms. “You wanna maybe go back to your room and you can show me more of your writing?” inquired Cody. I let out a little giggle. “Well I’m not sure about that, but I would love to go back to my room with you.” I bubbled. Cody wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I gasped and smacked his shoulders. “Not like that you freak,” I giggled. Cody laughed with me, “I know. I just missed teasing you.” I rolled my eyes, “Yeah okay. Now let’s go,” I urged, grabbing his wrists and pulling him towards my dorm. Before we got far, Cody grabbed my arms and held me in place, “What are you do-” my question was cut off by Cody’s lips hitting mine. I quickly kissed back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, his moved around my waist. After a couple of beats, Cody pulled back with a loopy grin playing on his lips, “I really missed that.” I pecked his lips once more, “Me too babe. Me too.”

Bailey: I sighed as I pushed opened Ms. Tutweiller’s office door. I got an email from her asking me to meet her because she wanted to talk to me about my homework or whatever. I didn’t want to be here though. I want to be cuddled up in bed, with a tub of ice cream and sad movies so my tears feel verified (I wanted to put a different word here but I could not for the life of me think of what it was). But alas, I was here, about to talk about heaven knows what. “Hey Ms. Tutweiller, what did you want to talk-- what are you doing here?” I questioned my ex-girlfriend. Bailey sat behind Ms. T’s desk with a nervous smile. “Hi Y/N.” “Hi. I came here to have a meeting with Ms. Tutweiller but seeing as you’re here, I’ll reschedule.” I deadpanned before turning around and starting to walk out. “No! Wait!” I heard Bailey yell before I felt her hand on my wrist. I got spun around to face her. “I asked Mrs. Tutweiller to set up a fake meeting with you to get here so I could apologize to you.” I rose my eyebrow at her words. “I’m sorry. The day I broke up with you, I had gotten news that my oldest, most favorite cow had passed away. We had had Betty literally since I was born. When I got picked on for being the weird girl, she was there. When I heard she died, I was so pissed and upset. I got so homesick. I missed it, I wasn’t there when she had always been there for me.” I stared at Bailey with loving eyes, “Oh Bails.” I sighed as I brought her in my arms. “I just got so angry and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry. I’m hoping you’ll take me back.” “Of course. I just wish you would have talked to me about it. I’m always going to be here for you, I wish you could just see that. I forgive you, just next time try and talk to me.” Bailey smushed her face into my neck further, “I promise. I love you.” “I love you too.”

London: I rolled my eyes as another text from London came through. What part of “break up” did she not understand? She’s the one that excitedly agree to us no longer being together then ran away. I clicked the off button on my phone and rolled over in my bed, ignoring the further buzzing. Finally, after quite a bit of time, my phone stopped buzzing. I closed my eyes, fully intending on getting in a nap, but my dorm door flew open. “London, what are you doing here?” London crossed her arms and huffed, “What was I supposed to do, my girlfriend kept leaving me on read and sending me to voicemail.” I scoffed at her words, “Girlfriend? London, we’re not girlfriends anymore. We broke up remember?” London had a panicked face, “What? We broke up? When?” I rolled my eyes at her, “The day I was eating ice cream on the deck. You were telling me that I didn’t need the help to look fat and bloated and that some days you felt embarrassed to be seen with me. So I said, ‘If you feel that way maybe we should break up.’ and you, very excitedly said, ‘Break up over ice cream! That sounds amazing.’ So we’re broken up, remember?” London’s face became confused, “Wait, you think I wanted to break up? No! That was the last thing I wanted. I was talking to myself. Any dairy makes me feel awful and I look bloated. I feel embarrassed to be seen with you because you always look so good, even when you’re not trying and it makes me so jealous. Me agree to break up was me agreeing that breaking up chocolate chip cookies over ice cream was an amazing idea, not us no longer dating.” London explained. I let out a soft, “Oh,” London sat down on my bed next to my chest. “I’m really sorry that my meaning got lost in translation and I didn’t explain further. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but for now can we cuddle? I would really like to spend some time with my girlfriend right now.” I giggled and scooted back, opening the blanket and my arms for her to join me. “Okay, I guess I’ll forgive you.” I said as London joined me in the bed. I kissed her forehead, “Just so you know, you also always look amazing in everything and I love you.” London kissed my forehead in response, “I love you too.”

Woody: “I know I shouldn’t have been that upset but the things he was saying just made me so mad.” I ranted to my sister. “No sweetie, you had every right to get angry. I know that you get compared to me a lot and I hate it. You’re your own person and you don’t have to be anything like me.” Bailey ranted back. I nodded at her words. “I love you Bails.” I spoke, she smiled and took my hands, “I love you too.” There was a knock on our door. “Come in,” Bails called out. The door opened and there stood my ex. “Oh hell no.” Bails said standing up and walking toward the door. “Get out. Now.” She said, pushing him out the door. “Wait! Please! I need to talk to Y/N.” Woody begged. Bailey rolled her eyes, “You lost that right when you compared her to me.” Bailey hissed. Woody caught my eye and made me melt, “Please,” He spoke in a broken voice. “Bails.” I simply said and she stopped and looked at me. “You have one minute. Go.” Woody immediately jumped into his explanation. “I’ve never been in a relationship before. Cody’s relationship was the only one I was ever really exposed and so that’s what I’ve thought of a healthy relationship. That’s why I always compared, cause I thought I was doing something wrong.” Woody explained. I sighed at his words, “Woody there are many types of healthy relationships, but comparing one to another isn’t healthy at all. As you can see, all it does is cause a riff between the two.” Woody kneeled at the edge of my bed, “And I know that now. Please forgive my ignorance and take me back.” I looked up at Bailey and we had a silent conversation. “Okay, but if you ever compare the two of us again in that way, you’re going to regret it.” “Okay. Anything you say.” Woody said getting up slightly and pressing a kiss to my lips. I giggled at his response. “Okay. That’s good. I kind of missed you Woods.” I joked. Woody pulled away and chuckled. “That’s good because I missed you a lot.

Maddie: I had spent the last couple of days watching a lot of TV shows and movies. I had been trying to keep myself busy so I didn’t think about Maddie and our break up. I think I did the right thing. I mean why keep going if we never see each other or hang out. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. My binging was interrupted by a knock on the front door. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and got up to answer the door. I swung the door open and came face to face with the girl I was trying not to think about. “Hey.” Maddie said softly. “Hi.” I greeted a little coldly. “I brought something.” Maddie jumped right to the point. “Great.” I deadpanned. I thought it would be everything I ever gave her, hoodies, pants, gifts. Boy was I wrong. Maddie then pulled out a poster with words on it. However, some of the words were candy. “If I had a 100 Grand I’d take you on a shopping Spree to New York. Thank you for Mounds of conversations, millions of Snickers, and being a huge Nerd with me. I’m Extra sorry and I hope you can forgive this Dum-Dum Airhead for letting the best thing I had, go.” I giggled at the poster. “Maddie this is sweet.” “Well duh, it’s candy.” We had a good laugh about that joke. “But in all seriousness Y/N. I don’t want to be single, I want to be girlfriend that go on dates. Please, give me another chance, I promise I’m going to make more of an effort to be there for you, for our dates, because I really want this relationship and I really want you.” I rushed forward and threw myself in her arms. “I love you Mads and I really want that too, but I really don’t want to get hurt again.” “I promise you won’t. I swear I’ll do better and be better. And if I don’t, you have permission to chop off my head.” We let out a hearty laugh at that. We pulled back a little bit and I nodded “Okay. One more chance, don’t blow it.” Maddie hugged me tighter, “I promise I won’t”

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My Favorite Writing Stuff

One of the best things about writing is that all you need is a pen and paper!  But we all have our favorite tools and luxuries, and I thought it might be fun to talk about mine below the cut.  Lotsa pics, long post.

Word Processors

Scrivener

The single writing item I use most is my word processor, Scrivener, by Literature and Latte.  At some point waaaaaay back in 2012, I found myself writing Growing Up with You in Microsoft Word...  And having to wait ten seconds for the screen to adjust and load new text as I scrolled.  It was just too danged long for the program to handle.  Just reading my manuscript was a nightmare, let alone copying and pasting to move text, shuffle paragraphs, etc.  Making a new doc for each chapter quickly became a clunky chore.

THEN I FOUND SCRIVENER, AND IT’S THE BEST.

Scrivener is... not very user friendly; there’s definitely a learning curve.  But it was immediately so much better for writing long fiction than Word that I bought a book on the program and read it from cover to cover, which...  I don’t think I’ve ever done before.  That’s how much of a game changer this was.

The feature I rely on most is the binder.

This is the binder for Four Years, which currently has...  Forty-eight chapters.  I corralled the chapters into two folders, one for the first year of college (1), and one for the second (2).  

If I click folder 1, all of the chapters appear, each snug in their own folder.  Once the Scrivener file loads, there is no further loading time.  Each folder can be moved by clicking and dragging, as can each text file inside each folder.  FREEDOM!

This feature alone was worth the price of the program.  They offer a free trial, so please check it out if you’re interested!

Portable Word Processors

I’ve mentioned these before, but I have two portable gadgets that allow me to write on the go, distraction free.

Alpha Smart Neo 2

This might look like the baby of a toddler’s toy computer and a keyboard, but it’s actually my baby.

Just kidding!  Sort of!  The Alpha Smart Neo 2 is a portable word processor that boots up in a second, is powered by three AA batteries for eons, and weighs about 2 pounds.  They are no longer in production (which is a crime), but there are oodles available on Ebay for about $20-30.  

(I used to own and talk about my Alpha Smart 3000.  The Alpha Smart Neo 2 is the latest model before the company shut down, and the keyboard is nicer; it’s quieter and easier on the fingers).

I honestly can’t say enough about this device.  I rarely draft on a computer anymore; it’s just too easy to find yourself surfing the web, falling down a research vortex, or even reading your manuscript instead of writing.  Alpha Smarts can remember what you wrote until you delete it.  That’s it.  That’s all they do.  It’s beautiful.

I write about 800 words/hr on a computer.  I write about 1,500 words/hr on an Alpha Smart.  Distractions are so, so real.

When you’re ready to port your writing from your Alpha Smart to your word processor, all you have to do is connect a printer cable to your Alpha Smart, then plug the usb end into your computer.  Open your word processor, turn on your Alpha Smart, select the file you want to transfer, and hit send.  If you forget any of this, it’s written on the back of the Alpha Smart.

I know that no one should blame their success or failure on their tools, but...  I wouldn’t be able to write nearly as much without my Alpha Smart.  And if you ever do writing meet ups, you’ll be the only person who isn’t fighting for a power outlet!  It also fits easily into a tote bag or backpack.

Oh, Alpha Smart Neo 2.  My partner and friend!

Freewrite

The Freewrite by Astrohaus is... um.  Well, it’s a lot like the Alpha Smart Neo 2, except that it’s waaaay more expensive, much harder to use, and has terrible firmware.

There are cool things about it, for sure!  For one, it has this weird...  Pseudo typewriter feel.  It’s much larger and heavier than an Alpha Smart, and I’m not sure that I actually consider it portable...  But the thick, angled base practically functions as a lap desk.  It’s comfortable to use and has a nice mechanical keyboard.

It has wifi capability, so you can send drafts directly to your dropbox/cloud/email, no cords or transfers needed.  The screen is an e-ink scree, like a Kindle Paperwhite, easy on the eyes and readable in the sun.  It’s also backlit, which is the one major win over the Alpha Smart.

I bought mine used off ebay for a fraction of the list price (this thing is NOT worth $600 on any planet, goodness gracious mercy dang!  I paid about $180), and, um...  I still don’t know if it was worth it, not when I can buy an Alpha Smart Neo 2 for $30 tops.  I mean, I like the e-ink and the backlit screen, but...  There’s a lag between typing and the words populating on the screen.  There are no arrows to fix a typo.  I had to send 10 emails back and forth to tech support to get it updated and working.  It was not broken, and I understood all the directions...  It’s just god awful firmware.  I also lost a draft because it wipes your device if you open their Sprinter program while using your Freewrite.  

I still use it, though!  The tactile sensation is really nice, the keys make a satisfying clickety clackety, the E-ink screen is lovely, I adore the option to write in a not-that-well-lit room, and the wifi transfer is faster than my Alpha Smart’s wired method.  But I still can’t recommend it as long as Alpha Smart Neo 2s are available, not unless you’re some combination of the following: a writing nut who writes so gosh dang much that these toys are worth it, someone who is big on tactile sensation, someone who likes hipster stuff, or someone who would love an Alpha Smart but can’t read the electronic screen well.  If this is you, make sure you also have a strong grasp on how to talk to and understand tech support, because you will need them.

Just never ever EVER open Sprinter...

Notebooks

Leuchtturm1917, hard cover, A5, dotted

MAY I INTRODUCE YOU TO MY LOVE, THE LEUCHTTURM NOTEBOOK.

WHERE DO I EVEN START.

The Leuchtturm is...  Just the best.  The hard cover takes abuse well, stickers hold onto it nicely, it has two ribbon bookmarks and an elastic closure, there’s a folder attached to the back inside cover...  The dot version is unobtrusive and encourages smaller writing, which helps the notebook last.  And it is available in a rainbow of colors!

The paper is lovely, the pages are numbered, and IT HAS AN INDEX.

I’m a scientist, and working in a Leuchtturm is just like working in a fancy, expensive lab notebook.  The set up is done already, man.  You just gotta jot down what pages contain what.  IT’S SO ORGANIZED, with almost zero effort!  Mi amor.

Sure, I could make an index page and number all of my pages manually...  But I’ve met myself.  I won’t do it.  When you combine all of these lovely features, you have one unbeatable notebook.

Plus, they’re easy to obtain in the states!  I order them off Amazon or buy them at my local Barnes & Nobles.

Midori MD Notebook, A5, grid

The Midori has even nicer quality paper than the Leuchtturm, but the cover can’t take abuse, and it lacks the nice features.  I truly appreciate the paper quality, but the other features bring me back to my Leuchtturms every time.

It’s a Japanese item and is more difficult to import to the states.  You can get them off Amazon, though!

Pens

I use Uni-ball Signo 207 gel pens.  They write comfortably, and using them feels satisfying.  They should be available in most Walmart/Target type stores, at least in the states!  

It should be noted that I’m just not a pen buff.  I tried fountain pens, and it was more trouble than it was worth for me.

Folios/Traveler’s Notebooks

Okay, so you found the perfect notebook!  Wanna make it SUPER DUPER FANCY PANTS?!  Well, you could try a traveler’s notebook.  

I only learned what a traveler’s notebook is about a year ago, so if you’re also in the dark...  It’s a leather cover that holds notebooks inside with elastic.  I own these chic sparrows, one for my Midori notebook (or whatever notebook I’m using at the time), and one for my journal.

My full name is etched into them, so please pardon my censorship XD

The chic sparrow traveler’s notebooks are so elegant and decadent and...  I won’t lie, I literally move one or both around the house with me, just so I can look at them.  

The one on the left is a Mr. Darcy deluxe, size A5, in the Wickham color.  The one on the right is an Enchanted Woods deluxe, size A5, in the Elderwood color.

They have lots of pockets on the inside, a pen loop, and elastics to hold multiple notebooks.  This one is strung with a Midori notebook.  I also have a smaller B6 one that I use as a wallet!  It holds a small notebook, so I can write down those ideas that always happen when I’m out and don’t have paper.  The pockets hold IDs, credit cards, and cash.

It’s just this... magical, opulent item.  While it’s likely the least practical thing on this list, it’s very special to me.

Lap Desks

I HAVE A HARRY POTTER RAVENCLAW STORAGE DESK FROM POTTERY BARN AND I FEEL LIKE A WITCH WHEN I USE IT.

Oh dear, I took a terrible picture, it looks so lovely in person.  

The top can slide in both directions, revealing enough storage for several A5 notebooks, pens, and more.  It’s a great way to cart your stuff into your favorite cozy nook for a writing session.  Plus, you’ll feel like a Hogwarts student!  It’s available in all four house designs, plus a Hogwarts crest version.

Pottery Barn puts these on sale occasionally.  I’d aim for 25% off before buying.

My Writing Bag

I decked out a tote bag in writing pins to carry my Alpha Smart, thesaurus, a notebook, and pens.  You can use any bag, as long as it accommodates what you need!  Here are my fave sources for writing-related pins:

Literary Emporium, who makes my favorite pin, “Still I Rise,” a Maya Angelou quote.  They have the most gorgeous pins.

When life gives you lemons, read them, advice for the ages

And fandom:

Digivice pin

My beloved Sailor Moon pin, the loveliest pin I’ve ever seen (not shown because it lives on my Sailor Moon jacket!).  All of the inner senshi are available!

THAT’S ALL, THAT WAS SO MUCH.  Please let me know if you try any of these out!

The 9/11 Hijackers Last Steps – A Timeline

9/10/01—At the Pink Pony Nude Theater in Daytona Beach, FL, a man with a Middle-Eastern accent says “Tomorrow America will see bloodshed.” They leave a Koran behind...

(originally posted on Creeping Sharia on September 10, 2009)

Know your enemy, and never under-estimate him.

We pick up the timeline of the 9/11 terrorists, and hijackers to-be, from the assassination of Northern Alliance commander Ahmed Massoud on Sep. 9, 2001 – however the timeline begins well prior to that in the 1990’s and goes further than what we posted here. Excerpts from Free Republic.

Annotated Timeline of the 9/11 Hijackers for Researchers

various | 5/13/2002 | compiled from published sources

“We love death. The US loves life. That is the big difference between us.”  — Osama Bin Laden

THE HIJACKERS FLIGHT 11 Mohammed ATTA (11) (also known as Mohammed al-Amir) Born September 1, 1968 in Kafr al Sheikh, Egypt. ATTA grows up in Cairo with his middle-class family. Abdulaziz ALOMARI (11) Saudi Arabian. Little is known about him. Walid AL-SHEHRI (11) From Khamis Mushayt in Saudi Arabia. Former teacher, who left his job allegedly to consult an Islamic holy man about his brother’s mental illness. Satam AL-SUQAMI (11) Born June 28, 1976. Saudi Arabian. Islamic-law-school student at King Fahd University in Riyadh. College roommate of MOQED. Wail ALSHEHRI (11) Born 7/31/73. Brother of Walid. Former phys-ed teacher who left his job because of “mental illness.”

FLIGHT 175 Marwan AL-SHEHHI (175) Born in United Arab Emirates on 5/9/78. Hamza ALGHAMDI(175) Born 11/18/80. From Beljurashi in southern Saudi Arabia. Was working in a “humiliating” job as a stockboy in a housewares shop when he was recruited for the jihad. Ahmed ALGHAMDI(175) From Beljurashi in southern Saudi Arabia. Fayez Rashid Ahmed Hassan Al-Qadi BANIHAMMAD (175-4) (aka Fayez Ahmed) Citizen of United Arab Republic. Mohand ALSHEHRI (175) Former student at the Imam Muhammed Ibn Saud Islamic University in Abha, Saudi Arabia for one semester.

FLIGHT 77 Hani HANJOUR (77)– Saudi Arabian Born August 13, 1972. Son of a wealthy businessman from the wealthy al-Faisaliyah section of Taif. Khalid ALMIDHAR (77) Saudi Arabian. Veteran Al-Qaeda operative about whom little is known. Majed MOQED (77) Saudi Arabian. Law student at the King Fahd University in Riyadh. The son of a head of the Baniauf tribe from Annakhil near Medina. Sometimes listed as the third “logistics” person after ALMIDHAR and Nawaq ALHAZMI. Nawaq ALHAZMI (77) “He told me once that his father had tried to kill him when he was a child. He never told me why, but he had a long knife scar on his forearm,” said an acquaintance. Brother of a police chief in the coastal town of Jizan. Salem ALHAZMI (77) Saudi.

FLIGHT 93 Ziad al-JARRAH (93) Born in Al Marj, Lebanon May 11, 1975. The son of a civil servant and a schoolteacher. Educated in a Catholic school in Beirut. Ahmed ALNAMI (93) Born December 1977. Saudi, from the town of Abha. Former law student at the King Khaled University Islamic Law School in Abha. Ahmed Ibrahim AL-HAZNAWI (93) Born October 11, 1980. Saudi from the village of Hezna. Son of an imam, and reportedly became one himself. Close to Hamza and Ahmed ALGHAMDI. Saeed ALGHAMDI (93) Saudi, from Khamis Mushayt.

September 9, 2001—Northern Alliance commander Ahmed Shah Massoud is assassinated by two al-Qaeda operatives pretending to be Arab journalists.

September 9, 2001—Foreign intelligence officials intercept a telephone call on between Osama bin Laden and his adoptive mother Al-Kalifa in Syria, according to a report by NBC. “In two days, you’re going to hear big news, and you’re not going to hear from me for a while,” says bin Laden. AJC 10/2/01 Link

September 9, 2001—The owner, Richard Surma, notices that AL-SHEHHI, another tenant, (AHMED/BANIHAMMAD, presumably) and one other visitor who was constantly with them, have left the Panther Motel. AL-SHEHHI shaves his goatee before he departs, leaving only a mustache. AL-SHEHHI then returns the rental Corsica to Warrick’s for good., with an additional 1,035 miles on it. Link AL-SHEHHI flies to Boston. After they leave, owner Surma, cleaning out the rooms at the Panther, finds a tote bag in the trash. It is packed with aeronautical maps of the entire East Coast, martial arts books, a protractor, an English-German dictionary, Boeing 757 flight manuals, books from a flight school, and computer printouts with a detailed list of airline flights and times. A maid, cleaning the room, finds a box cutter. –Chicago Tribune 9/17/01

In Boston, AL-SHEHHI rents the room next to AHMED/BANIHAMMAD at the Milner. He makes a call from the room to Western Union, which authorities believe was one final attempt to refund unneeded cash to their contact in the United Arab Emirates. At some point in the day AL-SHEHHI wires $5400 to “Mustafa Ahmad” in the UAE. Link

September 9, 2001—Waleed AL-SHEHRI (11) wires $5000 to “Ahamad Mustafa” in the UAE. At some point in the day Wail and Waleed AL-SHEHRI order a call girl and pay her $180 for a 20-minute session.

September 9, 2001, 8:27 AM—The white Mistubishi appears at Logan airport again, remaining until 9:13 AM. Boston Globe 9/23/01

September 9, 2001— ATTA arrives in Boston. At Logan Airport, he watches that day’s American Airlines Flight 11 as it prepares for departure. He stands there at the gate with no luggage or briefcase, only a folder. A passenger remembers: “When I was actually boarding the airplane, he was standing at the gate counter writing on a card…the only thing he could see of the airplane was the pilots and the front of the airplane.” Link The same witness had seen him at curbside, asking “strange” questions. Later, he meets up with ALOMARI. They rent a blue 2001 Nissan Altima with Massachusetts license 3335VI at an Alamo Rent-a-Car in Boston at around 6 PM. They spend the night in a Boston hotel.

September 9, 2001, 4:15 PM—The white Mitsubishi returns to Logan again. It leaves at 5:39 PM.

September 10, 2001—There are 4,526 put options bought on UAL versus 748 call options. For American Airlines, the number of puts is 60 times the daily average.

September 10, 2001, afternoon—One of the Flight 93 hijackers goes to Nardone’s, a go-go bar on Route 1 in Elizabeth, NJ., about two miles from Newark International Airport. He has one beer and pays $20 to watch a dancer in the private VIP room. Link |

September 10, 2001, 4:25 PM—The white Mitsubishi returns to Logan again. It leaves at 5:05 PM.

September 10, 2001—ATTA and ALOMARI drive 100 miles north to Portland, ME in the afternoon. At a toll booth at Exit 13 of the Massachusetts Turnpike, ATTA “boils over in anger” when the operator demands that he pay the $3.10 toll. He speeds away without paying, and the toll taker writes down their tag number.

September 10, 2001—Hamza ALGHAMDI checks into the Days Hotel in Boston’s Brighton neighborhood. He is signed in as “Ghamdi.” ATTA+taxi+Hamburg&hl=en”> Link

September 10—Sometime today, JARRAH writes a farewell letter to his girlfriend. “You should be very proud, because it is an honor and in the end you will see that everyone will be happy.” According to Der Spiegel, the four-page letter is dated Sept. 10. Because of a mistake in the address, the package was returned to the United States and fell into the hands of the FBI.

September 10, 2001, 6:59 PM—A message is posted to a Yahoo financial message board reads “to the deapest part called the center of the earth by this wekend north east region will be destroyed new providance soon to fall apart.” Link

September 10, 2001—ATTA and ALOMARI arrive in Maine and check in to the Comfort Inn in South Portland, about a mile from the Portland International Jetport, at about 5:45 PM. Sometime between 8:00 pm and 9:00 pm, ATTA and ALOMARI are seen at Pizza Hut, 415 Maine Mall Road, South Portland, Maine, for approximately fifteen (15) minutes. This is apparently their last meal on earth. 8:31 PM —ATTA and ALOMARI make a cash withdrawal at a Key Bank drive-up ATM, 445 Gorham Road, South Portland. 8:41 PM—they are next recorded at a Fast Green ATM, located in the parking lot of a Pizzeria Uno restaurant, 280 Maine Mall Road, South Portland. They leave the account almost empty. 9:15 PM—They buy gasoline for their car at the Jetport Gas Station on 446 Western, Avenue, South Portland. 9:22 PM—ATTA enters a Wal-Mart on 451 Payne Road in Scarborough and spends twenty minutes there. ATTAck/investigation/ausport10042001.htm http://www.webdesk.com/terrorists-in-maine/”> Link Others believe ATTA viewed the Portland flight as a final test run for the plan to carry small knives onto planes.

September 10, 2001—AL-SHEHHI, AHMED/BANIHAMMAD, Mohand ALSHEHRI, and AL-SUQAMI price prostitutes, but found their prices too high.

Two of ATTA‘s bags, bearing his name tags, don’t make the transfer. http://www.suntimes.com/terror/stories/cst-nws-hijack16s1.html According to Der Spiegel, the FBI examines the bags and finds, among other things, a videotape on how to fly a Boeing 757 and 747.and airline uniforms. The immediate speculation is that the hijackers or some of their associates used the uniforms to gain access to areas of Logan Airport that would normally be secure. The FBI also wonders whether the uniforms were connected to an April 2001 break-in at the Hotel Nazionale in central Rome, in which two American Airlines pilots said they were robbed of their uniforms, badges, and airport access badges. An unidentified third vehicle, rented from a local Dollar Rent a Car franchise, is also found at Logan. Previously, investigators had identified two cars rented from the Boston office of Alamo Rent a Car. Link

September 10, 2001—At the Pink Pony Nude Theater in Daytona Beach, FL, a man with a Middle-Eastern accent sitting with two other men says “Tomorrow America will see bloodshed.” They leave a Koran behind at the strip club. Orlando Sentinel, 9/14/01

In NawaqALZHAMI’s car at Dulles, police find a cashier’s check made out to a flight school in Phoenix., four drawings of the cockpit of a Boeing 757, a box cutter, a map of Washington, and a handwritten note with the name “Mohumed” and ABDI’s northern Virginai phone number. ABDI had entered the USA as a Somali refugee on an I-94 visa. He had formerly worked for Caterair, an airline caterer at National Airport. When ABDI is picked up a few days later, on his person was a newspaper article about Ahmed Ressam’;s 1999 attempt to smuggle explosives across the border. (Human Events, 10/15/01) There was apparently another handwritten note saying “OSAMA 5895316,” AWADALLAH’s first name and old phone number on it (CNN 2/18/02)

September 11, 2001, just after midnight—Outside Newark International Airport, three men park a red Mitsubishi Galant at the entrance to the Airport Marriott hotel while two of them check in. The third man drives the car to a nearby Days Inn. All three were later positively identified as Flight 93 hijackers. One of the men in the Marriott is JARRAH, who paid $450 in cash for two no-smoking rooms, each with a double bed. The one with him is probably his roommate AL-HAZNAWI, though this is just a guess. The rooms JARRAH chooses have a clear view of the New York skyline. Link Link AL-HAZNAWI’s final bank statement, opened after Sept. 11 by his former landlord, showed that he left behind just $14. Link

At some point on the evening of the 10th, all of the hijackers, as required, read the “Instructions for the final night,” which were found in multiple places after the attacks, including in the wreckage of Flight 93. There are 16 in all. They begin: 1. Renew your convenant with God. 2. Know all aspects of the plan well and expect reaction and resistance from the enemy. Instruction No 3 is to read the ninth sura of the Koran. This sura, usually known as al-Tawba (penitence) or al-Bara’at (immunity), is the only one among the 114 suras in the Koran which does not begin with the words: “In the name of God, the compassionate, the merciful.” Some have suggested that this is because of the stern injunctions it contains: “When the sacred months have passed away, slay the idolaters wherever you find them, and take them captive and besiege them and lie in wait for them in every ambush” Link According to Bin Laden on the captured video, the “soldiers” knew that this was a martyrdom operation, but were not told until just before they boarded the plane. Clearly the four pilots, plus Nawaq ALHAZMI and ALMIDHAR, knew all. “Be calm and resolute, young man,” says ATTA’s letter to the hijackers, “For you will soon be going to paradise.” Link

September 11, 2001—In the UAE, approximately $16,348 is depositied into AL-HAWSAWI’s Standard Chartered Bank account. Then, at 9:22 AM local time, AL-HAWSAWI moves approximately $6534 from the $8,055 in Fayez AHMED/BANIHAMMAD’s (175) Standard Chartered Bank account into his own account, using a check dated September 10, 2001 and signed by Fayez AHMED/BANIHAMMAD; AL-HAWSAWI then withdraws approximately $1361, nearly all the remaining balance in AHMED/BANIHAMMAD’s account, by ATM cash withdrawal. Later that day, AL-HAWSAWI left the UAE for Karachi, Pakistan.

5:30 AM—ATTA and ALOMARI check out of the Comfort Inn, putting the $135 charge on ATTA’s Visa card. They leave an airline timetable on their room. After driving less than a mile to the airport, they park their Nissan and enter the airport. They drive the short distance to the Portland International Jetport and leave the Nissan there. Police find the “final night” instructions, plusemaps of New England and Boston, facial tissues, a toothpick, and an empty bag of Chips Ahoy crumpled in the ashtray. Link 5:40 AM—ATTA and ALOMARI enter Portland International Jetport Airport parking lot. They park on the first floor directly across from the airport entrance. 5:43—ATTA and ALOMARI check in at the U.S. Airways counter. 5:53 AM—The final pictures of ATTA and ALOMARI are taken by the security cameras at the airport in Portland, as they pass through security before boarding a flight to Boston. Each carries a shoulder bag. ATTA and ALOMARI board separately, keep quiet and don’t draw attention to themselves. Link However, once on the plane, they are described as “joined at the hip.” The Age, 9/17/01. The witness believed that they were business travelers, as it seemed that they were going over paperwork. 6:00 AM—ATTA and ALOMARI depart on their Colgan Air flight to Boston. 6:30 AM—The Colgan Air flight arrives at Logan Airport. ATTA and ALOMARI apparently clear another security checkpoint. At Logan, the pair sit by themselves in the waiting area by Gate 11, leaning forward in their seats and talking quietly, other passengers recall. ATTA is in seat 8A, next to ALOMARI, and across the aisle from David Angell and his wife Lynn. Link AL-SUQAMI is in 10B. The AL-SHEHRI brothers are in 2A and 2B.

After checking out the Valencia, Nawaq and Salem ALHAZMI board 77 together, checking in at the coach line rather than the first-class line. One of them shows a Massachusetts drivers’ license. Link

As Flight 11 is in line for takeoff, ATTA calls AL-SHEHHI, further back on the tarmac on UA 175, on his cellphone for the last time. The conversation lasts less than a minute, and is believed to have been a final confirmation that the plot was a go. AL-SHEHHI is in seat 6C. Ahmed ALGHAMDIis in 9D. AHMED/BANIHAMMAD is in 2A. Hamza AGHAMDI is in 9C.

JARRAH calls his girlfriend from the airport hotel in Newark. ALMIDHAR’s seat on 77 is 12B. Salem ALHAZMI 5E. Nawaq ALHAZMI 5F. HANJOUR is in 1B. MOQED 12A.

7:59 AM—AA Flight 11, a Boeing 767, departs Logan Airport with 81 passengers and 11 crew.

8:14 AM—UA Flight 175, a Boeing 767, departs Logan Airport with 56 passengers and 9 crew.

Approximately from 8:15-8:20 AM— Using box-cutters and small knives, ATTA and his team seize control of Flight 11. According to flight attendant Madeline Amy Sweeney, four attackers had cut the throat of a passenger in business class, killing him. They also stabbed the two flight attendants in First Class, including Karen Martin (who was given oxygen by the other flight attendants) and a pilot, she said. Flight attendant Betty Ong reported that two men in the eighth row [ATTA and ALOMARI] killed a man sitting behind them.. Ong also stated that the hijackers had sprayed something in her face—mace, presumably—that made her eyes burn and made breathing difficult. Three of the hijackers had been sitting in business class themselves and one [this could only be ATTA] spoke very good English.

That Sweeney mentioned four hijackers rather than five supports the theory that they used topographical cues to decide on when to make their move. It has been theorized that Flight 11 had the easiest navigation to the target, as its original route took it straight west, across the Hudson River valley. Following the river would have given ATTA a straight line of navigation to New York City, so for this reason the plane was seized early in the flight, since the landmark of the Hudson would be impossible to miss as long as the plane continued to the west. The hijackers didn’t need to keep the original pilots around after the climbout period. The fifth hijacker, therefore, would be needed to watch for the Hudson valley during the seizure period. Almost certainly this function was performed by one of the AL-SHEHRI brothers sitting in 2A. The dry runs the terrorists took during the summer would have been necessary to allow them to familiarize themselves with the topography.

The hijackers get into the cockpit, presumably, by drawing one of the flight crew out with their attacks on the flight attendants. Possibly by accident, someone keys the microphone so that their conversations could be heard by flight control in Nashua, NH. ATTA is heard saying, “Don’t do anything foolish. You’re not going to get hurt.” ATTA is also heard to say, “We have more planes, we have other planes.” It is possible that one of the hijackers falsely mentions to one of the American pilots an intention of heading toward LaGuardia or JFK airports in New York City.

Both cell phone calls reported that most of the coach passengers had no idea that anything was wrong.

8:20 AM—AA Flight 77 departs Dulles Airport.

Around 8:25 AM—Flight 11 makes a sharp right turn over Albany, NY. Its transponder is turned off.

Approximately 8:32 AM–Flight 175 is seized. 175 traveled a more southeasterly route, passing within easy visual range of the WTC towers. By this theory, the plane would have been seized the moment the towers became visible, as the towers themselves would have been the only necessary landmark. Again, this would have required the hijackers to have taken the flight previously, and to have sat in a window seat on the left side of the plane. On September 11, AHMED/BANIHAMMAD in 2A would have been the one to give the signal. The one call from 175 that we know of mentioned that men with knives were stabbing flight attendants in an attempt to force the crew to unlock the cockpit doors.

Around this time, multiple bomb threats are called in to the Boston and Cleveland Air-Traffic Control centers, which happen to be the ones handling the three flights currently in the air.

8:36 AM—Flight 175, now piloted by AL-SHEHHI, makes its first turn toward New Jersey. Shortly after, its transponders are turned off.

8:40 AM—FAA informs NORAD that Flight 11 has been hijacked.

8:42 AM—UA Flight 93—UA Flight 93 Departs Newark Airport with 38 passengers and 7 crew..

8:43 AM—FAA informs NORAD that Flight 175 has also been hijacked.

8:45 AM—Flight 11 crashes into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. It is believed that all of the hijackers congregated in the cockpit at the final stages of the flight to shout their “Allahu akbars” together.

8:55 AM—Flight 77 suddenly turns to the east. Flight 77’s transponder is turned off just after it crosses the Ohio River, so this is probably the landmark the hijackers used. Barbara Olson’s phone call indicated that the hijackers had herded the passengers to the rear of the jet.

9:02 AM—Flight 175 crashes into the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

9:05 AM—Flight 77 appears as an unidentified blip on radar over West Virginia.

9:24 AM—FAA informs NORAD that Flight 77 has also been hijacked.

Approximately 9:30—Flight 93 is seized. Flight 93’s nearly 180-degree turn just before Cleveland indicates that the hijackers may have used the sighting of Lake Erie as a landmark and a signal to seize the plane. The route the hijackers took strongly suggests that its intended target was in Washington, DC. Link The Flight 93 hijackers put on red bandannas just before they take over the plane. The headbands are a signature of Egyptian Islamic Jihad, who are known for wearing them during their machine-gun massacres on Coptic Christians and tourists at Luxor and elsewhere. It is not known whether any of the other three hijacker teams did this, but it is likely. The hijacker who is entrusted with guarding the passengers at the back of the plane wears a red box strapped to his waist, and claims to the passengers that it is a bomb. At least one passenger is murdered, along with the pilots.

9:37 AM—Ground controllers in Cleveland hear someone in broken English announce to the Flight 93 passengers that there was a bomb on board and that the plane was returning to the airport. The plane makes a sharp turn to the southeast at this time. The transponder is turned off at this time.

Freeper chris in nj says that the CVR tapes from Flight 93 “are an incredible amount of evidence against the 20th hijacker.” Link

9:30 AM—The “leader” of the Flight 77 hijackers, possibly ALMIDHAR, tells the Flight 77 passengers to call home because they are all about to die.

9:38 AM—Flight 77 crashes just short of the Pentagon.

10:03 AM—After an uprising by the passengers, Flight 93 crashes in Shanksville, PA.

There was an early theory that the hijackers had obtained access to the “jump seats” in the cockpits of the planes, but there is no hint of this in any of the recent accounts of the contents of the Flight 93 CVR. Link

Bin Laden tunes in to the radio to hear American news broadcasts of the event. “They were overjoyed when the first plane hit the building,” he said on a video later obtained by American forces, talking about others listening with him that day. “So I said to them: Be patient.” He said, “At the end of the newscast, they reported that a plane just hit the World Trade Center.” “Allah be praised,” replied one of the other men in the videotape. “After a little while, they announced that another plane had hit the World Trade Center,” bin Laden recalled. “The brothers who heard the news were overjoyed by it.” Bin Laden also mentions on the same video that “one group of people did not know the other,” but this was not essentially true.

Another flight out of Newark Airport that day, American Airlines Flight 43 to Los Angeles, is forced to land in St. Louis when the FAA grounds all commerical air traffic. Two passengers on this flight, Ayub Ali KHAN and Mohammed Jaweed AZMATH, board a train for San Antonio, but they are taken off the train by the FBI. They have boxcutters, disguises, and large amounts of cash with them. Khan and Azmath had lived at 6 Tonnele Ave., Jersey City, a four-story building with rooftop views of lower Manhattan, for about 2 1/2 years. Link It has been theorized that the two were part of a hijack team that lost its nerve. Given the very significant differences in age and ethnicity, and the apparent lack of contact that the two men had with the hijackers or their immediate associates—and also given the apparently wide circle in the American Muslim community who knew about the plot—one wonders if this was not an unofficial, “unsanctioned” hijacking.

MOUSSAOUI is seen cheering as he watches television pictures of the destruction from his secure unit. Shortly afterwards the FBI connects him with the attacks via BINALSHIBH. Finally, the FBI gets around to searching MOUSSAOUI’s computer, and find that it contains information about “dispersal of chemicals” as well as about crop-duster planes. MOUSSAOUI’s former roommate AL-ATTAS is arrested

September 13, 2001—The Visa card connected to AL-HAWSAWI’s account is used to make six ATM withdrawals in Karachi, Pakistan.

September 14, 2001—The Islamic prayer room at TUHH is shut down and the computer seized by German police.

September 16, 2001– In India, Saudi diplomat Ahmed Alshehri, based in Bombay, denies he was the father of hijacker Waleed M. ALSHEHRI. Reports from a Saudi newspaper editor say that both Waleed and Wail ALSHEHRI were Ahmed’s sons.

Around September 20—ATTAR leaves Germany for Sudan, where he lives openly.

November 9, 2001—A video is recorded in Afghanistan on which Osama Bin Laden names many of the hijackers, including Nawaq ALHAZMI, Salem ALHAZMI, and Wail ALSHEHRI, along with JARRAH and ATTA, and commends them to Allah. He mentions the AL-SHEHRI family name seven times, and the ALHAZMI and ALGHAMDI family names multiple times. He acknowledges that ATTA ran the operation: “Not everybody knew (…inaudible…). Mohammad (ATTA) from the Egyptian family (meaning the al-Qaida Egyptian group), was in charge of the group,” bin Laden said on the tape.The tape is found in Jalalabad a week or two later.CBS News 12/20/01

November 16, 2001—BINALSHIBH’s suicide video is discovered in the rubble of Mohammed Atef’s house in Kabul. He and four others are seen on the tape wearing red cloth knotted around their heads, as the hijackers of Flight 93 (and likely the others) did.

(the timeline continues at the link above)

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Just two days before 9/11, the New York Times publishes an article on their website examining the threat of an al-Qaeda attack on US interests. The article focuses on a videotape made by bin Laden which was released in June 2001 (see June 19, 2001). The article notes that “When the two-hour videotape surfaced last June, it attracted little attention, partly because much of it was spliced from previous bin Laden interviews and tapes. But since then the tape has proliferated on Islamic Web sites and in mosques and bazaars across the Muslim world.” It further notes that in the video, bin Laden “promises more attacks.” Referring to the bombing of the USS Cole in Yemen, he says, “The victory of Yemen will continue.” He promises to aid Palestinians fighting Israel, an important shift in emphasis from previous pronouncements. He also praises the Taliban, suggesting that previous reports of a split between bin Laden and the Taliban were a ruse. The article comments, “With his mockery of American power, Mr. bin Laden seems to be almost taunting the United States.” [New York Times, 9/9/2001] Curiously, shortly after 9/11, the New York Times will remove the article from their website archive and redirect all links from the article’s web address, http://www.nytimes.com/2001/09/09/international/asia/09OSAM.html, to the address of another article written by the same author shortly after 9/11, http://www.nytimes.com/2001/09/12/international/12OSAM.html. (Note the dates contained within the addresses.)

@eeriestatic​ said: Send 💛 for hand kiss - Knox [hand kissies]

      Unlike during their first encounter, Alto’s second greeting was less abrupt and less violent. It was a surprising 180 turn in demeanor from what Knox might have expected when he saw the newbie strut down the catwalk with a mug of coffee in his hand and a folder tucked underneath his arm. Instead of a wave, he rose his mug to grab the serpent’s attention with a nod and a bright smile...or the smile of a person who hadn’t had enough sleep and was clearly delusional and devoid of all senses to be enjoying his time in the facility that much.

      ❝Good morning.❞, he hummed as his footsteps stopped in front of Knox. After he made a quick skillful swap and passed his mug over to his other hand, he swept one of Knox’s hands into his palm and didn’t hesitate to lean down and place a courteous kiss on the back of it. He briefly closed his eyes while delivering it and for a moment, he felt like he could fall asleep standing up, that’s how out of it he was. But before it got too weird, he released Knox’s draping fingers and bounced back in place with a dopey, but gentle expression.

      Was it an unnecessary gesture? Absolutely. Though, what quicker way to apologize for slamming him into a wall than to convey courtesy and respect in the quickest way he knew how?

      ❝You look well.❞, he complimented while straightening his posture. At least one of them did. ❝Uhh...Coffee?❞, he offered, lifting the mug and tilting it to the side in sync with his head in a quizzical manner. It was a miracle it didn’t spill down the side of his sleeve.

Something Worth Staying For

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Spencer spun around in his swivel chair, a pen caught between his teeth as his eyes scanned over the file for a new case inside the manila folder in his hands.

"I don't know how you're not dizzy," JJ says as she strides past him, eyeing his movements.

"I have a high tolerance for dizziness," Spencer responds quickly. His eyes moving up from the file just once to glance up at his co-worker only for him to do a double take and focus his gaze on what was going on behind her.

Stepping into the room was Rossi with a woman, a beautiful and ethereal looking woman. She was laughing, exposing the pearly whites hidden behind her plump red-stained lips. The pen in Spencer's mouth suddenly slipped from his mouth and as he reached out to try and catch it, the file in his hand ended up falling too causing a mess of papers to go flying into the air which earns him a look from JJ and Emily.

He could feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he hurriedly bends down to pick up his mess and he hears a small giggle leave your lips. He's mentally cursing himself out until a pair of shoes appear in front of him and then hands sliding around on the floor gathering up all the loose papers. As all of the papers are gathered back up, the two of you stand up face to face with a warm smile on yours, offering him the stack you had collected.

"T-Thank you," Spencer stutters out nervously. You give him another smile before your eyes wander over to his desk, his latest novel resting underneath the mess of paperwork catching your eye.

"Lord of The Rings?" You question, nodding over at the book. Spencer does a quick 180°, looking back at his desk and then back towards you.

"Yeah, I've actually already read it multiple times," Spencer answers. Again, he mentally curses himself out for accidentally coming off as a show off.

"Me too," you winked. Spencer's heart fluttered at the gesture and all he could do was return it with a faint grin.

"Guys, this is Y/N, a friend of mine I met over my book tour," Rossi announces, reappearing at your side. "She is an exceptional author herself, wouldn't say she's as good as me though."

You roll your eyes and playfully jab him in the arm. Emily snorts out a sarcastic 'sure' which causes JJ to stifle a laugh. Penelope suddenly rushes into the room with Derek on her tail, a look of betrayal on her face.

"Y/N is here and no one thought to get me?" She asks, a hurt tone in her voice.

"Ah, Garcia here is a fan of your work," Rossi says to you.

"Oh my god, you're even better looking in person than you are in your pictures on the back of the book," Penelope says as she shuffled over to you. "They don't do you justice!"

You let out a half-embarrassed and half-amused laugh as you mumbled a quiet 'thank you'. When Derek went to go introduce himself, Spencer felt himself go stiff as he watched his friend use the signature flirting moves he always did, but to Spencer's relief - you looked as nice and as neutral as you had already been and most importantly not swooning over Derek.

Everyone continued to talk to you and ask you the basic questions about life and Spencer was impressed with how you seemed so engrossed in literature when any of them asked you about it. You wrote it, you read it, you lived for it and he could relate.

So when you broke off from the chatty group to go get a cup of coffee in the kitchenette, Spencer picked up his courage and took a deep breath before following after you. He was just so taken, so smitten with you that he had to get to know you even if he was literally convulsing with nervousness.

"Y/N!" Spencer called out, doing a small jog over to you. You greeted him with a smile, something you have been giving him since you first met less than half an hour ago.

"Hey Spencer, what's up?" You ask politely.

"I just wanted to talk to you one on one, I don't do quite well in large group conversations when it's not about something logical or a case," Spencer trails off absentmindedly. He was surprised with himself that he had accidentally shared something that personal with you and it just flowed out of him so naturally, without him even thinking of it.

"I know how you feel," you sigh. "If I'm not talking about my books or any book for that matter, I freeze up. Why do you think I'm over here grabbing a coffee?"

Spencer took in your answer and stared at you in awe, his heart swelling with an emotion he hadn't felt in a while. A feeling that he could describe as excitement and hope and a genuine interest he had in you.

"Would you want to grab actual good coffee with me?" Spencer blurts out, his hands fisting his pants as you peered up at him through your lashes. "That's if you're not busy with Rossi after work."

"No I'm not busy at all, I would love to go with you," you responded happily.

So when the clock hit that certain hour that allowed Spencer to leave, he got his stuff together and found you across the room in Rossi's office, most likely saying goodbye to him.

You were practically bouncing off your feet from how excited you felt. Since you walked in and saw Spencer and his klutzy fiasco plus one of your favorite books on his desk, you instantly became interested in him. He was so cute but at the same time he was so wildly attractive and smart and polite and just an overall dream.

Rossi was watching you with examining eyes as he put his stuff away, multitasking attentively.

"What's with you, kid?" He suddenly asked, breaking you out of whatever daydream you were having.

"Nothing, I have no idea what you mean I'm fine," you retort.

"You're excited about something, I see that little shimmer in your eyes I've only seen you get when you're about to do something either dangerous or out of your element," Rossi says slowly, trying to decide whichever one of the two you were about to act upon.

"Well if you're so interested in my life, old man, I have a date," you said matter of factly.

"A date?" Rossi laughs. "In all the years I've known you, a date has never made you like this. Who's the lucky contender?"

"Spencer."

Rossi almost dropped the objects he had in his hand, immediately gazing up at you with an astonished look on his face.

Spencer was waiting for you, his hands stuffed in his pockets as Rossi's eyes landed on him, sending him a warning look before averting his attention back to you.

"Both of you better be careful with one another's feelings," Rossi cautions. "Don't go breaking his heart either, I'm the one that has to see him every day at work."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick goodbye, you'd see him tomorrow anyway. You were staying for a whole month, bouncing between the several book stores in the city and even a bit on the outskirts. Either way, you were in town for a while and for the first time, you were grateful for that.

You skipped down the short amount of stairs and joined Spencer at the end of them where he was waiting for you with a shy smile.

Spencer was hesitant at first, not knowing how to behave when he opened the door to his car for you and then left the radio off to not bore you with the classical music CD he usually left in the stereo. He didn't know how to act in order for him to not scare you off because he really wanted to get to know you.

"Classical Classics," you read aloud as you picked up the empty CD case that was near your feet. You read the back for a few seconds before you reached over and turned on the stereo and the soft melody of Debussy started streaming into the car. "I love classical music."

"So do I," he responds softly. "I think it really stimulates the brain and it's peaceful."

"I think so too!" You agree with a breathy laugh. "When I'm writing, you bet I have classical playing in my ear. I can't get any work done if I'm not listening to it."

Spencer smiled to himself as he only grew more fond of you. You were like a dream to him, a beautiful and unreal dream that shares so many similarities with him that it might be too good to be true.

When he pulled up to the coffee shop, he hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for you like the gentleman that he was. He led you into his favorite shop and ordered his coffee and pastry and waited patiently while you did the same.

It was then, when you sat across from each other at a table with a warm beverage and a sweet snack that the two of you began to unwind and share so much about each other.

Spencer listened closely to every word that left your mouth, loving the sound of your voice and entranced with any history of yours that you told him. You told him about your family, how you got into writing and how you were discovered, how long you were visiting for and how you had lived in this city for so long - hoping that one day you would be able to leave and when you finally did, you never stayed permanently.

"Why?" Spencer asked, a little hurt that you did not like being here. He wanted you here, more than anything but he realized that a month was not very long and you would leave just as fast as you arrived.

"I don't know," you frowned. "I'm restless, I have nothing here that makes me want to stay. I like traveling, seeing new things and experiencing new things. I don't get that same excitement here that I do when I'm gone. I love book tours because I'm never in the same place for so long. There's just nothing exciting for me here."

In a way, that was a warning to him. As much as you liked each other, he wasn't sure whether that would be enough to keep you here. You were wild and desperate for adventure, and he knew that now. But you were like a magnet and he couldn't pull himself away even if he knew you would leave in the end.

And he was right.

You spent the whole month together, every day you would hang out with him. The two of you had knocked down each other's walls, exposing the truths that no one else knew. When you were together, there was a vulnerability and such a strong emotion that anyone around you could feel it. Spencer had grown attached and so have you because when the day came for you to leave to the next area in the country, for the first time in your life you were torn.

You had gone down to the BAU to say goodbye to all your new friends, to Rossi and unwillingly, Spencer.

Rossi frowned to himself when he saw how sad your eyes looked, something he has never seen in all the years he's known you. You were always so happy and full of life, excited to go to wherever the plane ticket would take you - but not today.

"You don't have to leave, kid, I've told you already," Rossi whispers as you're giving him your farewell hug. You remembered what he had told you the day before, trying to convince you to stay for your sake and Spencer's. You had been traveling non stop for so long and sooner or later you needed to settle down. A book tour was always there, waiting for you to take on with every successful book you've ever written, but the connection you made with Spencer might not withstand the time. "Yes I do, it's my job," you say back.

Rossi chuckles sadly to himself. "You don't know how many times I've used that line."

As you pulled away from Rossi, you see Spencer standing afar. He had bags under his eyes indicating the lack of sleep from last night.

"I'll walk you out," Spencer says as he approaches you. You give him a silent nod, letting him lead you out of the BAU with his hand on the small of your back. You gave everyone in the room a farewell wave as you stepped into the elevator and they returned it until the door slid closed in front of you.

Spencer was awkward beside you and you could feel it. He was usually talking your ear off and you would always happily listen, but today he was rigid next to you and solemn.

When you were outside, the cab already parked and waiting for you just made the situation all that much real. You turned towards Spencer, your lip caught between your teeth as you chewed down on it in anxiousness. You stood there motionless, not knowing what to say or what to do to say goodbye to him.

You were grateful when he made the first move and pulled you towards him in a tight hug. His arms circled around your lower back and your arms were thrown over his shoulders with your hands entangling themselves into his hair.

"I'm sorry, Spence," you whisper tenderly. "I'll miss you, so much."

"Please don't leave," Spencer says. His heart was throbbing with every second that went by as he knew it was one less second with you. He wanted to kiss you, so bad, but he knew if he did it would only make things worse. Then it would be nearly impossible to let you as if it wasn't already bad enough.

You wanted to respond that you don't have anything to stay for, as that was always your usual line, but this time you'd be lying.

"Goodbye, Spence," you brokenly say, pressing your lips against his cheek for a few moments before pulling away from him.

Spencer watched as you walked away from him and hopped into the the cab. Your eyes sending him one more goodbye before you finally disappeared down the road. He let out a shaky breath he didn't even know he was holding and used his palm to wipe off the single tear that was sliding down his cheek and forced himself to go back into the BAU building.

His team was waiting for him with sad eyes and Spencer had to swallow down the lump in his throat to assure everyone that he would be okay.

"You really liked her, didn't you?" Derek asks him one day as Spencer sat idly at his desk staring at his Lord of The Rings book.

"Yeah, I did actually," Spencer answers. "I miss her."

"I think she'll come around," Derek says hopefully, staring at his friend sympathetically.

Spencer spent the next few weeks moping around, a little detached from everyone and everything. Everyone watched him with careful but knowing eyes, never really wanting to say anything that would bring him more down. He was hurt but he knew he shouldn't dwell on the fact that you might never come back but he couldn't help himself. He could honestly say that he might have fallen in love with you in that short span of a month that he had known you though as cliché as it sounds it felt like he had known you longer.

It was the second week Spencer had spent without you and he couldn't be more miserable. Little did he know, you were feeling the same way. He would text and call you but with your busy schedules and lack of physical being, it just wasn't the same.

You gathered up all your stuff from the wooden table and slung your bag over your shoulder with a heavy sigh. Your book signing had just ended and all you wanted was to go home and sleep, and be with Spencer.

The cold evening air of Seattle nipped at your cheeks and nose, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as you hugged the jacket closer to your body. You watched jealously as a couple in front of you snug closer to one another and you found yourself wishing so badly that it was you and Spencer. You felt more restless than you ever had been ever since you left which is the opposite of everything you've told yourself since you moved away from your home city.

"What am I doing?" You mutter to yourself, stopping in your steps and processing the new plan that snuck it's way into your brain. You quickly dialed up your agent and canceled any other book signing lined up for you and bought the next flight back home.

Home, where Spencer was.

The next day, Spencer was sitting in his living room, mindlessly flipping through another book as he got lost in his thoughts. He missed you <i>so</i> much, words couldn't describe. He was hoping for a miracle, for anything that would bring you back together.

When there was a quick string of knocks on his door, he pushed himself off the armchair and slumped his way over to the door.

"Who is it?" He asks as he pulls open the door. Almost immediately, a body slams into his, almost dropping him onto his ass but he luckily steadied himself. Arms are tightly wrapped around his shoulders and when he looks down his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. There you were, in the flesh, holding him in a bone crushing hug. He laughed in disbelief, placing his hands on your hips and making you face him.

"How are you here?" He questions, a happy smile decorating his face.

"I quit my tour, I've done enough," you answer.

"Why are you here?" He asks quietly, knowing confidently that he was the reason why. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"I found something worth staying for," you smile, grabbing ahold of his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles. Spencer's smile only grew more as he hugged you tightly once again, ecstatic to have you back in his arms and this time permanently.