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sugolara · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series. Book One

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates thursday/sunday, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

playlist!

" Space Junk - Wang Chung " Wolf - First Aid Kit " Into The Black - Chromatics " My Life In Rewind - Eagulls " Hush - Trills " Bad Before Good - Dayone " Run Boy Run - Woodkid " You're So Cool - Jonathan Bree " So Bored - Gorgeous Bully " Operations - Duster " Blue Light - Mazzy Star " Civilian - Wye Oak " Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers " Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses " Skyfall - Adele " Struggling Man - Emily Kinney (original: Jimmy Cliff) " The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols " Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats " Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze " Be Gone Dull Cage - Kiev " Into Dust - Mazzy Star " Warm Shadow - Fink " Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Bob Dylan " Poison Tree - Grouper " Rhymes Of An Hour - Mazzy Star " You Are The Wilderness - Voxhaul Broadcast " Running - Delta Spirit " People, Turn around - Delta Spirit " The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit " Pain - Boy Harsher " The Setup - Favored Nations " The Old Death - Ben Nichols " Revolution - Red Shahan " The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana " Beautiful Mess - Balian " The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails " Mr. Splitfoot - Paris Motel " Empty Words - Bowery Electric " No Longer Making Time - Slowdive " Step Away from the Cliff - Blue-Eyed Son " Paradise - Silverberg " Take Care (To Comb Your Hair) - Ty Segall " Glad I Had a Friend - Galt MacDermot " Machine Gun - Portishead " Shadows of Planes - Duster " No Peace at All - Aldous Harding " Save Us from Ourselves - Digital Daggers " I'm No Heroine - Emily Wells " Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit " It's All Right - Sam Cooke " To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra " 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps " Edge Of The World - Dayshell " Bye Bye Bye - School of Seven Bells " Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier " It's All Over - Johnny Cash " The Stars Just Blink For Us - Say Hi " Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division " Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses " Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty " Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band " You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples " Welcome - Harmonia & Eno ‘76’ " Hope We Can Again - Nine Inch Nails " outside - Oneheart " sleepless - Odyzon " Alesund - Sun Kil Moon " Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd " Don Abandons Alice - John Murphy " Wicked Game - Chris Isaak " Rule of Rose OST - Playing Airship " 1908 - Repulsive " I Shall Cross This River - The Black Atlantic " Easy Way Out - Low Roar

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay Episode 53: The start Episode 54: Crushed Episode 55: Reporting to duty Episode 56: Good morning and goodbye Episode 57: An end to sorrow, grief & regret Episode 58: On the move Episode 59: Confirmation Episode 60: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

Season 8: Episode 61: Not who you were Episode 62: Just you and me Episode 63: The Plaza Episode 64: The other side

to be continued...

Book two: To The One You Left Behind

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weird-an · 1 year

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It had been Steve's idea. 31 hours on the road. Billy had been driving like a maniac. Only three stops at ratty motels. Now they are there.

Billy has been so cold since the Mind Flayer. Now he feels warmer, the sinking sun still stroking his skin, chasing away the iciness the shadow left behind.

He's here. He's home. Toes in the sand and listening to the waves, Steve leaning against him.

"You wanna go for some pizza?" Steve plays with a strand of Billy's hair, scratching his head and tugging it a little.

Billy hums. He feels so... calm. He doesn't want to go back. He knows he has to, because Neil needs him around for a while and he can't afford to stay away longer than a week. But this week? A week in San Diego, fucking paradise.

They sit down at a corner table, Billy is stretching his limbs and jawns.

Steve snorts. "You're like a cat sometimes."

"'m not," Billy says, staring at the little menu in front of him.

"You are. You sit on furniture, your hair is everywhere, you purr.."

"I'm not a cat." Billy hits him with the menu. Not hard.

Steve snickers. "Totally."

A voice from a past he can't forget suddenly starts to speak. "Welcome! We make everything fresh here at Surfer Boy, except for our pineapple, which comes from a can, but I still recommend slapping some juicy- Billy?"

Billy looks up. Argyle stares back at him. The same Argyle he kept running around with years ago, before Neil felt social services and too many debtors breathing down his neck and brought Billy to the dump that calls itself Hawkins. To the monster that took everything from Billy - his body, his mind - and nearly his life.

"Argyle?" Billy clutches the menu in his hand and suddenly there are strong warm arms around him, dragging him up and he's hugged so hard he can't breathe, getting lift up a little - because Argyle had always been taller and used it to his advantage.

Argyle lets go and grins at him. "I didn't know you were back."

"It's.. just a trip." Billy rubs the scar on his chest. He regrets wearing only a crop top. Argyle has to notice the scars on his body.

"It was my idea. After Billy's... accident." Steve stands up.

"I'm Steve." He says with a big plastic smile on his lips and oh fuck. He's fucking jealous. Billy never thought that Steve would be jealous. Something inside Billy purrs at that.

Argyle looks back and forth between Steve and Billy. He stretches his hand out for Steve to shake.

"Nice to meet ya, dude." Argyle gives Billy a goofy grin. "I'll get you guys the finest pizza in California!“

Steve watches him leave to get their order. "His hair is pretty."

Billy presses his knee against Steve's. "I know. But you're my…" He swallows against the panic in his stomach. He can't say it. He's always so scared that someone hears.

Steve puts his hand on Billy's knees, gently squeezing it.

"You're mine, too," he says. Billy feels lighter.

Argyle brings them their pizzas and a giant cake in the colors of a rainbow.

"Confetti cake is on the house," he explains. "Not every time you meet a friend that got lost."

Steve stares at him again. But this time more fascinated than jealous. "What are you doing after work?"

Billy blinks in surprise.

Argyle laughs and points at the joint behind his ear. "Sharing a smoke with an old friend and a new one?"

Billy feels so warm like he has never been cold before.

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#harringroveweek #prompts: corner table at surfer boy + confetti cake #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove & argyle #cali bros

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kasdan · 5 months

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𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 9}

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a/n: so sorry for the delay in this chapter the time has just flown by me and before i knew november was over like damn halloween was just yesterday chill. anyhoo i hope you enjoy the chapter lovelies<33

Summary: frank gets settled into the motel and you wait for him to get better as things start to heat up between the two of you before settling as quickly as it starts

Pairing: frank castle x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, frank needs a hug, was quite literally twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter song: this side of paradise - coyote theory

The room grows quiet after Curtis leaves. My gaze focuses on Frank’s body on the bed, and I can’t bring myself to look away from him. Curtis said that he would be alright, and I believe him, but there’s still a part of me that’s worried sick, and I can’t understand why I’m panicking this much over someone who I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.

David leaves a little bit after Curtis, claiming he has to get something back at his place. I try questioning him on if we’d be safe here, not knowing if I was tracked here from the house, but he insists that we’ll be fine as long as I try not to use much of my powers while he’s gone.

I don’t get much more in before he’s leaving, and I’m left alone with the still unconscious man in the bed across from me. I find myself staring at the rise and fall of Frank’s chest again, making sure it’s steady and doesn’t stop.

There’s a slight panic feeling in my chest on what I would do if he stops breathing, but I have to tell myself that he’s going to be fine, and it won’t come to that.

I sigh and fall back on the bed, not being able to bring myself to do much else. I lay on my side, still able to see Frank from my position. It’s not long before I feel my eyes drifting shut, the events of the night finally taking its toll on me.

I try my best to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss if something starts to happen to Frank, but my body says otherwise, soon falling into a world of darkness.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I look at the green-eyed girl in front of me, who’s currently trying her best to make the piece of plastic she has as sharp as she can.

“We can’t live like this, you’ve never even been outside. Don’t you ever wonder what life outside this building is?” I admit that I’ve wanted to know what the outside was like ever since the girl came in and started raving about it. I just don’t think this plan is the best thing we could do.

The click of the door sounds, and she quickly shoos me away to the other side of the room and hides the sharp object behind her. A guard comes in with food trays and drops one in front of me before going over to the other girl in the room to drop another tray in front of her.

He turns to walk away, however before he can get out of the room, the smaller girl is jumping on his back and reaching her short arms around his neck, jabbing the sharp object into his skin.

The guard jerks his body around, attempting to throw the small person off of him as his neck starts to bleed. I jump up and as quietly as I can, and I walk towards him, reaching for the key badge he wears on his belt.

I get a grasp on it before a hand harshly grips mine. I let out a sharp cry when I feel something in my wrist pop and look up to see the guard sneering down at me.

He manages to get the girl off his back, slamming her into the wall so she falls to the ground at the impact. I have no chance to try and check on her before more guards rush into the room and I’m dragged out into the hallway.

“NO, LET ME GO! ELLIE!” I start screaming as I’m picked up and carried down the hall. I can see three other guards around Ellie, dragging her in the opposite direction of the hallway I was going in. She isn’t moving and I find myself thrashing around in the grip of the guard holding me trying to get to her, but it’s no use and I watch her get dragged out of sight, not knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever get to see her.

I find myself jerking awake, the memory fading away in my brain. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, looking over at Frank’s body and expecting him to still be asleep, but I am surprised when I find his eyes looking back at me.

“You’re awake.” I find myself jumping up off the bed to his side. “How do you feel?” I sit down next to him on the bed, observing him to see if there are any immediate worries.

He doesn’t say anything, instead bringing his hand up to swipe his thumb across my cheek. I’m taken aback, and I realize that there were tears that fell down my face while I was sleeping.

I turn my head down to look down at my knee, his hand sliding off my cheek to fall to his side. I take my hand to rub the other side of my face to get rid of any other tears.

“Don’t.” Frank’s hand comes back to grip my chin, and I turn my head back towards him until I’m looking into his eyes.

“Don’t what?” My voice comes out just above a whisper as Frank lets his hand rest on my cheek again.

“Hide from me.” His voice is gruff, and he goes to talk more but ends up in a coughing fit. I quickly reach for the cup of water Curtis left on the nightstand next to the bed for this situation and hold it up to his mouth so he can take a sip. “Thanks.” I place the cup back down on the nightstand and go to sit down on the bed I was once asleep on before I feel a grip on my wrist, stopping me.

I turn my body around to see Frank’s hand around my wrist, pulling me back towards the bed he’s on. There’s something in me that’s hesitant to sit that close to him again, and I don’t know why. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I make up the first excuse that comes to mind: not wanting to be this close to him when I can feel my hands start to shake and my heart start to beat faster in my chest.

“You’re not gonna hurt me.” He insists, and I have no choice but to sit down next to him. My gaze falls to my lap again, and I start messing with my fingers, not knowing what else to do. “Hey,” he says, placing one of his hands in mine to stop their movement, and I raise my head to meet his eyes. “You okay?” I swallow hard and can only nod at him, not trusting my voice in the moment.

Silence takes over the room for a minute before I clear my throat. “I should be asking you that question.” Frank lets out a chuckle at my statement, taking his hand off of mine, and it takes all of my restraint to not reach for him to keep it there.

“‘M fine; don’t worry bout me.” It’s not so convincing when he lets out a grunt, trying to get his body to sit up against the headboard. I go to stop him from moving any further, but he just shakes his head at me and pushes himself all the way up.

He’s out of breath by the time he’s lifted himself up, and I find myself looking at him in worry, causing him to give me a short smile as if telling me not to worry.

“How’d I get here?” He looks around the room as he talks, taking in the unfamiliar scenery.

“I drove you.” His head stops looking around to suddenly look back at me as if I have two heads. And then he starts laughing.

“You,” he pauses between laughs. “You drove me?” He laughs until he suddenly cringes and holds his side, forcing him to calm down.

“It’s not funny; I thought you were going to die.” Once he’s calmed down, his gaze softens at me.

“‘M sorry, darlin', it just caught me off guard. Wasn’t expectin’ you to be able to drive me outta there. ‘M proud of you.” He grabs my hand while he’s speaking, gripping it softly, and it doesn’t help my pounding heart in the slightest.

My mind isn’t working; I want to say something, but no words come out, and if they do, I feel they wouldn’t make any sense. I open my mouth to try and say something before my eyes glance over Frank’s torso, seeing the shirt he’s wearing start to turn crimson.

“You’re bleeding.” My body reacts on its own, immediately getting closer to him in order to check it. He tries to push me off and wave it off like he’s fine, but I’m not having it.

I lift his shirt to find the wrap Curtis put on him getting soaked through with blood, and I’m immediately reaching for the container that was left behind for this exact reason. Before he left, Curtis showed me what to use to replace his bandage with when he needed it, but I figured that David would be the one to handle it if it got to that point. There’s no sign of David coming back anytime soon, so I’ll just have to do my best to change them myself. This somehow makes my hands shake even more than they were before.

“I can do that—” Frank reaches out to grab the wrap from my hands, but I shake my head and pull it out of his reach before he can get a hold of it.

“I can do it.” I insist, starting to unravel the now-red old wrap from his abdomen, apologizing when I hear him wince slightly at my movement.

I throw the old cloth into the garbage by the bed and prepare to put the clean one on, but I have to first wipe off the excess blood around the wound. I go to fill up the small bowl left by the sink in the corner of the room, bringing it back by Frank’s side to start cleaning up the wound.

I glance up to find Frank’s gaze on me, looking deep in thought. “What? Are you okay?” I go to pull away from his body before he quickly shakes his head, reaching for my arm to keep me there.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I can tell his mind is somewhere else as he speaks, his gaze drifting away from mine.

"What's wrong?" He swallows and turns his head back up to look at me with the most intensity I've seen in him. His hand finds its way back to my cheek, fingers grazing it gently, and I instinctively feel my head turning to keep his hand pressed there.

"I'm afraid." He just about whispers, and I have to comprehend if he actually said anything, but the way his eyes are piercing into mine, I know he did. I open my mouth to question him, but his thumb runs across the bottom of my lip, causing me to forget what I was about to say. "Of gettin' too close—wantin' to get closer." He lets out a soft chuckle while shaking his head, and I can't help but just sit there, wanting to know what else he's going to say.

"To tell ya the truth, you scare me." I can feel my face drop at his words, and I go to pull away from him, my head going to face the ground again, but before I can do anything, he shakes his head, keeping my head up to face him. "Lemme finish."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again to look back at me. "The feeling I get when I'm with you—it scares the hell outta me." He doesn't say anything else, instead grabbing one of my hands and placing it on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat pounding, my own's rhythm not being far off from his.

His hand lets go of my wrist, but I find myself keeping my hand on him, not wanting to remove it from him just yet. Our eyes lock, and I have no idea how long we're sitting there for. Time seems to move in slow motion, and I can feel him pushing forward towards me, causing my arm to move backwards towards my own body.

Curiosity fills my features when my arm is the only thing separating our bodies—not pressed as harshly against it as it once was, but now just simply staying there. I can see the questioning look in his eyes as if he's debating something, but he ends up shaking his head and leaning his body back on the bed, turning his head to look at the wall.

"Frank-"

"'M sorry." Our voices are barely audible, and I'm not sure what just happened or what's exactly going on in Frank's head, but I figure it's for the best that I leave it be for now. Instead, I work on putting the clean wrap on his wound in silence.

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artzychic27 · 26 days

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I imagine the fool’s paradise episode where the loud family did everything in their power to stop Luan from pranking them, only for Luan to prank them one by one until they got her back. So I imagine that happening with the akuma class, the science kids, and the recess kids stopping Marc by sending him away, only for someone to betray them, it probably be Nath to be honest or someone else.

Nathaniel: Looks like it's just you and me, Marinette. What do you say we go hide in the boiler room? *suddenly pulls his sleeve and checks something* Uh, wait. Um...uh, the-the roof is next.

Marinette: "The roof is next?” What does that mean? And why did you just look at your arm?

Nathaniel: What notes?! *starts licking his arm*

*Marinette grabs Nathaniel’s arm and sees it's written with all the places they went to in the motel and theit classmates got pranked at*

Marinette: Room 215, Hallway, Cafeteria, Damocles’ office, auditorium? These are all the places we got pranked! *gasps* You've been helping Marc!

Nathaniel: *Gaaaasp* Marinette! I am appalled you would think so little of me!… *He quickly takes her into the janitor's closet* Okay, I admit it! I've been on Marc’s scheme the whole time. A few weeks ago, he came to me...

*Flashback to Nathaniel walking home. He is whistling casually only to be pulled into an alley by Marc, sporting a malicious grin. He screams at the sight of him*

Nathaniel: *narrating* ...and said he needed an inside man to pull off his biggest April Fool's ever. It was a very sophisticated operation. First, we planted a fake ad in one of Chloé’s magazines. Then we set up a fake writing retreat. Now, that wasn't as easy. Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy land? Then I snuck off to lock the door. And, of course, Marc wasn't gonna miss seeing you all get pranked. The janitor? That's him. He’s been watching everything on the security cameras.

*During the flashback, when Marc checks the cameras, he takes off his disguise and laughs evilly*

Marinette: Nathaniel, how could you sell out your own friends like that?!

Nathaniel: I’m a weak man, Marinette. He knew how to get to me.

*Flashback*

Marc: *Kissing Nathaniel* Do this for me? Please?

Nathaniel: *Grinning* Y-yeah. Whatever you want.

*End flashback*

Marinette: … You make me sick.

Nathaniel: Okay, it wasn’t worth it. I feel terrible! What kind of person am I?!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #April fools

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bippot · 7 months

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Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Will they both make it out of paradise alive?

Tags: Canon-Typical ViolenceGun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches

Music recommendation: Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Previous Chapter: Butterfly Boobs

John had extracted all the information that he could from the USB they'd filled with encrypted files during the mission, and the team was currently working on deciphering the documents and linking all the information to stuff they already knew about the butterflies and newly acquired details about an establishment named The Monarch Hotel.

There was an abundance of records of their old dealings with the Glan Tai corporation, which was an obvious hint that something funky was going down.

Since most of their kind had been wiped out, the butterflies had been quiet as of late. There were always rumblings of activity here and there, but no proof of whatever they were planning. Because of course they were planning. Why wouldn't they? Maybe they wanted revenge. But of what sort? Were they trying to take what they had and make it stronger? Or did they want to expand further?

Either way, there was something odd going on, and the 11th Street Kids needed to find out what it was.

In the meantime, Y/N had been fitting in well. She'd wedged herself into the group quite comfortably.

Leota and Keeya often invited her to their apartment for wine nights.

Economos often went into lengthy conversations about video games and Y/N was always prepared to listen and add her input.

Emilia already knew her sister so well and, although it can be quite annoying to work with your sibling, it was nice to be together again. Over the years, they'd moved to different parts of the country and rarely saw each other. This was a nice change.

Chris approved of Y/N because she helped bear the weight of Adrian's affection. If Adrian was ever getting too much, which he often did, Chris just had to say, "I think Y/N wanted to talk to you," and Adrian would drop whatever he was saying and seek her out without question. It was a lot more efficient than having to come up with an excuse why they couldn't hang out.

And, obviously, Adrian liked having Y/N around. He'd taken her up on the offer of medical aid after every patrol, even if he didn't need it. After a week or two, he stopped phoning beforehand and just appeared at her motel door whenever he wanted to.

"What's the problem tonight?" She teased as she allowed him in, opening her door wide and stepping out of the way to let him through.

"I still don't think I'm over the Tiger Woods cheating scandal, you know? His wife didn't deserve that."

With a snort, she sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. He obliged, sitting cross-legged in front of her and pulling off his mask to reveal his handsome face. He looked exhausted, which was usual, but the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than she'd ever seen them before.

"When did you last sleep?"

His answer was a nonchalant shrug.

"Do you want an ambien?"

"Nope, just wanted to see you."

A goofy smile stretched across his lips in such a way that Y/N could hardly resist laughing. His whole body seemed lighter now, as if the burdens of the world hadn't hung on his shoulders anymore. He needed to be able to relax a bit more and if this had to be his moment of peace for the night, well, that wasn't so bad. Y/N didn't mind giving it to him, really.

It was clear that he was lonely and just wanted to talk to someone who was willing to listen without judgement. And she was happy to listen to whatever subject he was info dumping about that day. So she just smiled back at him and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on top of her fists.

"How has your night been?"

"Really fuckin' boring."

That was an understatement. Nothing, literally nothing, had happened that night. Not even a mugging or any drunken fights or anything. It was frustrating, to be honest. It had been a complete waste of time.

"Okay then, tell me about something that's not boring."

"Like what?"

"Whatever you want."

His gaze dropped to his feet and he started fiddling with his fingers, looking lost in thought. Finally, he raised his head again, excitement etched on his features. "Baldur's Gate 3 just came out. Have you heard of it? Of the franchise? Cause, as you can guess from the title, there are 3 of them. They're amazing, like, so fuckin' good," he said as soon as he started talking, not pausing to let her answer any of his questions.

They were rhetorical, it seemed.

She watched him, amused by how animated he was about the game, and felt the corner of her mouth constantly morph upward. He was practically bouncing in his seat in anticipation of her response, eyes filled with passion despite how much they drooped. He was cute when he was all animated.

Accompanying his chatter was the sounds of a downpour outside, the heavy rain drumming heavily against the roof and windows of the building. It came to the point where she interrupted him to say, "You're staying here tonight, just in case. Okay?"

Adrian stopped mid sentence. Had she just suggested that they have a sleepover? That was beyond fine with him. Sure, he had trouble sleeping with other people in the room, but this was a chance to hang out with her more. So, he gave her a sheepish smile, cheeks dusted pink.

"Okay," he replied simply.

"Get comfy then."

Y/N gestured to all his weapons and armour that he'd yet to have taken off. He got to work taking all those pieces off, folding and placing them on the dresser that lay at the foot of her bed in a neat pile, then laying down, propping himself up on his elbow and watching her as she copied his position.

They were facing each other, and despite the fact they'd left enough space between them to fit another person, Adrian had never felt so close to someone before in his life. His fingers were itching to brush her hair away from her forehead, but his hands were frozen and he dared not do so lest she realised his intentions.

"So who did you romance in the game?" she asked, preparing for another bout of word vomit to be thrown at her. "I apologise if I fall asleep while you're telling me. I enjoy hearing you talk but I'm tired."

"I can shut up if-"

"No, no. Keep talking. I like it when you tell me things," she said, cutting off his words and leaning in closer to hear his voice better, her hand finding its way up to rest lightly on his chest. "Go on."

Oh fuck. Adrian swallowed thickly, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the way her touch made his stomach flutter and his blood rush through his veins. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his shirt and his breath hitched in his throat involuntarily. He was aware of how his breathing became more uneven and shallow as her gaze met his and the way she slowly tilted her head.

"You okay?" she asked.

He blinked, coming back to reality. "Yeah, yeah. Just... wow. Sorry," he stuttered, scratching the side of his neck. He needed to get back on track before she caught on to why he was distracted. "I, uh, Astarion, the vampire that I told you about, yeah. He's a rogue, does a lot of damage, and he's flirty and confident and arrogant sometimes, but he's not a bad guy." He paused. "Well, not completely anyway."

More and more information about each romanceable character spilled from his lips. As he talked, Y/N's thumb brushed idly over his chest as she listened attentively and he tried to ignore the way his heart rate skyrocketed at the simple touch. How was he supposed to focus on anything else when that sent shivers coursing down his spine?

After a while, he noticed how her eyes were slowly closing in the process of falling asleep and his heart clenched at the thought of her being comfortable enough around him to allow her guard to slip that easily. Was he really that easy for her to trust? He hoped so. He really did.

So, he gently pulled up the duvet to cover her more fully and stayed quiet as she settled in deeper. She was so relaxed, so peaceful and her soft breathing filled his ears and lulled him into a sense of calmness.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try to drift off. It would be weird if I stayed up all night and just stared at her until she woke. He knew that was a creepy thing to do. But, it was fine to indulge for a few minutes right. What harm could there possibly be? It was sort of similar to gazing at a beautiful painting in a gallery.

All he could do was admire her features and try to convince himself that this was only a friendly gesture, nothing more. Despite his dismissal of introspection, he knew this line of thinking was total bullshit. It had been a long time since he'd fallen this hard for anyone, and the feeling was unfamiliar to him as a whole but strangely natural nonetheless.

The longer he stared at her, the stronger this pull grew. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or perhaps it was because of the fact that she trusted him, which he had never really experienced before, or maybe it was something else entirely, but there was no doubt in his mind what was happening. All he knew was that he was hopelessly, absolutely fucked.

When he felt her stir, he quickly moved his eyes away from her, quietly apologising, "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean-" but she didn't wake up.

Instead, she shifted her body so that her head nuzzled into his neck and her hand fell loosely around his waist. He didn't dare move; his movements might disturb her. She looked so comfortable and relaxed like this and god, he would love to see that every night. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he stared at the ceiling, feeling a strange sense of euphoria wash over him. He hadn't ever expected his night to end this way - with Y/N snuggled under his arm and fast asleep with his heartbeat still thundering through his ears - but there he was, unable to stop the blush from rising to the tips of his ears.

"Uh, goodnight Y/N." He whispered to her, smiling and shaking his head with disbelief.

God, he was screwed.

Totally and utterly screwed.

And it would only get worse when their new mission was revealed. Because it felt like Waller had perfectly designed this new undercover mission just to mess with his feelings.

"I hate that this makes sense," Emilia complained. "Other than Goff - who Peacemaker still hangs out with, apparently - none of the butterflies have seen either of your faces so, yeah, of course you two would be the newlyweds."

Frankly, it wasn't exactly a surprising turn of events. Ever since the name The Monarch Hotel had come up in their research, it was just a matter of time before somebody was sent to investigate.

Vigilante needed to be trained in the ways of being a husband, though. Although she hated the idea of her sister and that mad man, Harcourt gave Y/N a quick rundown of everything she needed to make him aware of. And there was a need to remind her little sister that, "Don't be nicer than you need to be."

"Oh come on, that's bullshit."

"Don't you even try!"

"Try what?!"

"You've got a thing for psychos! And he is as psycho as they come, remember? You're going to attract unwanted attention, you know it and I know it."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister, crossing her arms over her chest defensively as she sat down cross legged on the top of Harcourt's desk. So what if there was a point somewhere in there? Sure, in the past, Y/N didn't have the best track record when it came to dating.

The glare she was getting was deadly. It was as if Emilia was attempting to fire Superman-esque eye beams at her. Y/N stared back. A standoff had begun, one of which neither of them gave any indication that they would concede anytime soon.

After a full minute of unblinking tense silence, Y/N finally broke the staring contest by groaning, slumping forward and covering her face with her hands. This was pointless. Emilia always won when they fought. She'd always managed to corner her, no matter how much Y/N tried to escape the conversation.

"Whatever. Fine. You win." A sigh passed her lips. "I will be as professional as possible with the cute nerd that likes guns."

That had been a terrible choice of words. Emilia immediately snapped her head round at her to give her a look so reproachful that Y/N could barely bring herself to meet her gaze. Damn, Harcourt was scary sometimes.

"I'm being serious, squish."

It must've been serious if Emilia was pulling out the childhood nickname. It was rare to hear such a loving sounding scold coming from her older sister. Y/N couldn't help but crack a small smile as soon as the sound reached her ears, knowing that Emilia was doing it on purpose.

"Stop smiling and just listen for once."

"Fine..."

"Now that's a good doggie."

"Oh shut up."

With a list of things she needed to discuss with Adrian before they went uncover, Y/N ushered him into her car under the guise of needing help on a coffee run to go over what she'd been told. Harcourt had given her a very formal physical list, but Y/N didn't have to do everything her sister's way.

Adrian was sitting in the passenger seat as they were parked in the lot, idly drinking his milkshake when he was asked, "How experienced are you with relationships, Ade?" and he almost choked.

"I, uh, you know I'm not the most charming person out there, Y/N," he replied hesitantly.

"I think you've got your own sort of charm."

"Oh. Oh, if you say so." He cleared his throat as he continued, "But no. I've had a few girlfriends, some girlfriends, y'know. They don't last long. A month at the most, tops."

Why they never worked out, he didn't really know. His vigilante commitments took up a lot of his time, so maybe that was it. He was out stalking the streets when he should've been paying attention to his previous partners.

Some self-conscious part of his brain believed that it was his core that caused his romantic endeavours to fall apart. There was something so annoying and unlovable about who he was as a whole that obviously any lovely lady was going to realise that sooner rather than later. He'd never admit it aloud to anybody, including himself, but the fact remained that he was a complete loser in the romance department.

"And are you usually affectionate during it? PDA or does that come later? Or not at all," Y/N questioned. There was no patronising tone or condescending attitude whatsoever in her voice. Just curiosity and genuine interest and concern.

Just the implication of casual intimacy between the two of them made him bashful. He cleared his throat once again, embarrassed, before giving her a small, shy smile. "I like it, you know, the touchy-feely stuff but I'm not good about initiating it." His response was simple, blunt and honest, and without an ounce of pretence. It was kind of refreshing actually, and made her wonder whether he was an open book to everyone.

Or was she special?

"During our mission, we'll have to do the whole married couple shebang. The hand holding, the hugging, the couple activities. It has to seem natural and believable. All that mushy shit, kissing and all."

Whatever entity out there allowed him the confidence to suggest, "Should we practise then?" deserved a thousand more prayers and maybe a few sacrifices, too. He hoped fervently that Y/N wouldn't laugh at the suggestion, but as soon as it left his mouth and he saw the mischievous glint appearing behind those eyes, he realised that he probably made a great move.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Y/N asked teasingly.

"No!" he exclaimed, then his voice lowered as he added a softer, "...Maybe."

She smiled. "Well, then," she said, shifting a bit closer to him, "Your move, champ. Kiss me."

The moment the words came from her mouth, he was leaning in close, slowly lifting a hand to cup her cheek. As his thumb ran across her cheekbone, he glanced across her features for any trace of repulsion or rejection. He wondered if she minded at all that their lips were only a scant millimetre away from each other. It seemed as if she didn't, however, because she closed her eyes and clearly gave him permission before tilting her head upwards to meet him halfway.

Their lips met, slow and tentative at first as they both held back as much as possible. That was until Adrian's hand slipped to the back of her neck. The facade slipped and both of their lips moved together in perfect sync, everything else fading away in a haze. It was sweet and gentle and perfect and warm and, oh god, did it feel good.

When it ended, when he broke free from Y/N's embrace to stare at her with a dazed expression, his lips redder and more swollen than they had ever been before, he nudged his nose into hers on instinct.

"Do you mind if I just step out for a sec?"

Y/N was far better at concealing how breathless she was than Adrian. He simply nodded and watched as she got out of the car to collect herself. She huffed out an overwhelmed, "Oh, holy fuck," counted to thirty and tried to push the temptation out of her brain and focus instead on the mission. Imagining the punch her sister would inflict her with helped distract her from the thoughts of Adrian's lips that lingered in her memory.

After she collected herself, she got back into the driver's seat as if nothing had happened. She looked over at Adrian, his mouth was slightly parted as his emerald eyes searched her face, looking for anything, any twitch to indicate that he'd made some wrong move or unknowingly done something to upset her. Y/N offered him a reassuring smile as if saying 'nothing bad,' although there was definitely something wrong; he knew.

Y/N continued the briefing, although she was far less playful while asking her questions. At no point was she cold or mean, just more reserved with her tone and manner towards Adrian. He found it a little weird how quickly the mood changed from happy and bubbly as he'd become used to it to distant and aloof.

It was the quickest turn in any of his relationships. Maybe he was not cut out for this, after all. Maybe this whole 'being loveable' thing just wasn't something that he could achieve. He was too busy chasing villains.

What kind of life did he even have in store for himself beyond his work anyway?

He didn't come to her hotel room that night.

Or the night after that.

But, the one after that? He couldn't help himself. It was late, he felt tired, his leg hurt, and some junkie had stabbed him in the shoulder so he needed that fixed.

Grunting, he stumbled to her hotel room once again and knocked a jaunty little tune against the door, waiting impatiently. When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he leant against the doorframe in an attempt to look cool despite the pain running through him.

The door opened after a few moments, and the first thing Y/N did as soon as she spotted him was hurriedly urged, "Oh, come in, come in! Let me fix you up, Ade." As she started fussing and guiding him to her bed, Adrian tried to hold his tongue and remain silent. He knew he was making a fool of himself.

But it was hard to ignore the warmth that radiated from Y/N whenever she was around him. Even if it was brief, it felt good.

They were quiet for most of the time Y/N fixed up his wound. That was unusual for the pair. Adrian was always one to fill the silence, always rambling on and on about absolutely everything and everyone, but he couldn't bring himself to do so in this case. He wanted to stay silent, but the longer he sat and stayed silent, the faster his heart beat. The nervousness of being alone in this situation with her grew stronger and stronger the longer it went on.

And once again, there was a heavy storm raging outside and rain was pounding down loudly against her windows. Evergreen was having a rainy fortnight.

"You're not driving in this."

"But-"

"No buts. You're not going anywhere."

Adrian sighed, dropping his gaze to where he was picking at his fingernails. He knew he could argue, but he honestly didn't care enough anymore. He didn't want to argue. Not tonight. She looked like she genuinely cared about what was happening and the pain he was going through, and that was enough.

Besides, he was exhausted. He was mentally and physically drained from fighting crime and rescuing people. Now he had the chance to sit down and allow himself to relish in her presence. No matter how awkward this might be, he had to take advantage of this opportunity.

"Do you ever get enough sleep?"

He laughed at her question. "Nope."

"Then you need your rest to heal. Come here, lay down," she insisted as she patted the pillow on the left side of the bed. He rid himself of his uniform, climbed underneath her covers and sat with his back against the headboard.

Judging by how stiff and uncomfortably upright he appeared to be, Y/N assumed she needed to make him relax more. She cooed, "Can you shuffle forward for me, champ?" and as soon as he obliged, she climbed in behind him, pulling him by the chest to rest against her. "Is this comfy?"

"Hmm..."

"Close your eyes, Ade."

"...Okay."

"Relax. Breathe deep..."

Slowly, Adrian let his muscles soften and allowed his body to sink deeper and deeper into hers, seeking the comfort and security he hadn't felt in years. He closed his eyes, feeling as Y/N soothingly scratched and stroked his hair to ease him into unconsciousness.

"You're nice and warm..." Adrian whispered in a drowsy, dreamlike state, almost forgetting she could hear him. "And pretty..."

The softest smile adorned her lips and she murmured back, "So are you." And she kept caressing his hair until he fell asleep.

He was pretty. Really pretty. She knew that already of course. And she was sure of it as she examined every part of his sleeping face, noting how the faint stubble along his jaw where he'd not had enough time or care in the past few days, how his lips were slightly parted and how his eyelashes fluttered gently. There were dark bags beneath his eyes and he looked worn out.

Yet, he still managed to look so...so...soft and peaceful despite what extracurricular activities he got up to when the sun went down.

A soft smile crept onto her lips. Yeah, she thought, she really liked this nerd. And what Emilia didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? After all, her sister didn't have her under surveillance. What she wasn't told, she wouldn't know.

So, Y/N wouldn't tell her.

Now she had no idea whether she'd fully date the guy, but was there any harm with doing a practice run for their mission. If they got closer and intimate before they flew out, it would seem more realistic. And if Emilia ever caught wind of how nice Y/N was acting towards Adrian, she could claim that this was a method to make him seem more comfortable and experienced in relationships.

Ultimately, Y/N's reasons were far more selfish. And that simply was because she felt something stir inside of her whenever he smiled at her; she felt that spark and burn everytime she gazed upon his beauty. His face was so expressive, his body language screamed his emotions without uttering a single sound and she loved it.

Loved seeing him happy, laughing and joking around like he didn't have a care in the world. Loved watching the way his lips curled into an affectionate smile, a small crinkle forming in his eyes.

As she'd said before, he had his own sort of charm. And he'd certainly charmed Y/N.

Next Chapter: No More Velvet

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Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!

Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.

Masterlist II

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

Shoulder to Cry On

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.

Rated- ♧♡

Witch hunter

Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader

Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.

Rated-♤♢♧

Say You Want Me

Parings; Agatha harkness x reader

Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.

Rated-♢

Closer

Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.

Rated- ♡

Working Together For Her

Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda

Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.

Rated- ♧♡

Make Me Feel Special

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Rated- ♤♢

Jealousy

Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader

Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.

Rated- ♤♢

Taste Of A Poison Paradise

Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.

Rated- ♤♢

Love Thy Neighbour

Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.

Rated- ♤♢

Oh Red String of Fate

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.

Rated- ♡

Broken Doll

Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.

Rated- ♧

July

Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader

summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.

Rated- ♡♧

Right here right now

Paring; Carol Aird x reader

Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.

Rated- ♡♢

The Animal I Become

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…

Rated-♧♢

Animal Unleashed

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader

Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…

Rated-♢♢♢

Tag Team

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n.

Rated-♢♢♢

I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?

Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader

Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

Rated-♢

Miss Deavor

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.

Rated- ♢

To Attend the Cruise

Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader

Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?

Rated- ♢

Energy Source

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.

Rated- ♤♡

Pleasing your Queen

Paring; Hela x reader

Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.

Rated- ♢

El Amor Duele

Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.

Rated-♢♧

Through the Looking Glass

Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Rated-♤♢♧

Love Is A Hard Thing

Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader

Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.

Rated- ♧♡

So Pure, So Dirty and Raw

Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.

Rated-♤

Nightmarish

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist.

Rated-♢

You're My Property

Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader

summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.

Rated- ♢

Special Friend

Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader

Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.

Rated-♡

Don't listen to them

Paring; Loki x little!reader

Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.

Rated- ♡

Good Girl, Bad Grades

Paring; Professor!Loki x reader

Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.

Rated- ♢♡

Workout

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.

Rated-♢

A Hard Fuck

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.

Rated-♢

Jealousy Jealousy

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.

Rated-♢♢♢

Tease Me, Please Me

Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."

Rated-♢♢♢

The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.

Rated-♤♢

She’s in Your Mind

Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.

Rated- ♤♢

20th Birthday

Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.

Rated-♢♡

Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.

Rated- ♢♡

Training

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.

Rated- ♤♢

After School Special

Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

Rated- ♡♢

First Times Aren't Shameful

Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.

Rated- ♢

Her World

Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.

Rated- ♤♡

Only Mommy Can See You Like This

Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader

Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.

Rated- ♢♡

Last updated 02/18/23

#fic rec #tony stark x reader #lady tremaine x reader #evelyn deavor x reader #agatha harkness x reader #lilith ritter x reader #loki x reader #valkyrie x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #bucky x you #lou miller #jake lockley x fem!reader #hela x reader #hela odinsdottir x reader #dark!marvel #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader

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Paradise: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Spencer finally meets your parents, but it doesn’t go as well as you thought it was going to go. Are you a bad girlfriend for letting your dad treat him that way, or is it completely out of your control?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

A small-town diner will have a lot of gossip that filters through, so it's the best place for information. You walk in with your two coworkers, and you're overwhelmed by the amount of people that are inside. This place is very busy for a place that's in the middle of nowhere.

"Be right with you," one of the waitresses says as she passes by you.

"It's not even lunchtime yet," Derek mutters to you as you three take a seat at the bar counter.

"The sign said people will travel for miles for Flo's Donuts," you shrug.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." The same waitress who passed you by is now behind the bar. Her name tag says her name is Betty. "Would you like a dozen to share?" You take out your badge and show it to her, and she realizes how serious this is. "Ooh. FBI."

"Ma'am, we're trying to trace the steps of a couple that may have been here a few days ago," Derek says.

"Darlin', I've waited on eighty-seven folks since we opened this morning. Somebody would have to come through here doing cartwheels on fire for me to remember."

"Would you take a look anyway, please?"

You take out the photos of the latest victims and show them to her.

"Huh! Well, I'll be. I do remember them."

"Were they doing cartwheels?"

"No, but I was. The lady left me a $10 tip for breakfast two days in a row. Nice couple. Are they in some kind of trouble?"

You don't want to give too much away, so you keep it sweet and short. Since the Gallens were here, then that means they were staying somewhere close by. Sherwood is a town that's on the east side of Lake Tahoe near the California state line. This area has over three hundred hotels, motels, and resorts. Penelope sent over every single phone number and address to everywhere the couple could have stayed.

Instead of going to three hundred businesses, you have to narrow down the list. Then, you'll be able to go door to door and show pictures of the Gallens in hope someone knows who they are. This process could take days or even weeks, but you don't have the manpower to make it go by faster.

At this point, what choice do you have?

It took all night to narrow down the list, so you had to pick this up the next morning. Everyone had been up late working on the list, so when you walk into the station the next morning, you see takeout containers everywhere.

"Morning JJ," you greet with a yawn.

"Sorry for the wake-up call."

"It's fine. I'm always tired," you wave her off.

"It looks like we've got a possible missing person," JJ says. "Ian and Abby Corbin were in Reno for the weekend. They were supposed to be home yesterday in San Luis Obispo. They could've driven right through Sherwood. They've already been missing a night. His mom's looking after their two kids."

"Call me when everybody gets here," Hotch says.

JJ turns to the table where all the take-out containers are, and she grimaces in disgust.

"What is this? Left-over Kung Pao chicken? That's disgusting." She picks up the containers and tosses them in the trash, and she notices the sheriff staring at her. "What?"

"The smell of Chinese food makes you sick, but you don't even flinch when you look at those pictures?"

JJ looks uncomfortable by his comment, and you're quick to jump in.

"JJ is the toughest woman I know."

"Thanks," she whispers to you.

"Here, eat this. This should help with your sickness."

You hand over a good snack that her baby boy will enjoy. She smiles and takes the snack gratefully. Soon, the rest of your team gets to the station, and the Sheriff gathers his men for the profile.

"Ian and Abby Corbin have already been missing for over twenty-four hours, which means we may only have until tonight to find them. According to their families, they left Reno yesterday and were planning on stopping somewhere for the night. They didn't use a credit card. Unless they travel with a lot of cash, the room wasn't too expensive," Hotch begins.

"They were not traveling on the interstate. That eliminates over half of our previous search," Emily adds. "It sounds like we're looking for somebody who works the night shift at a back road motel, and we think he's most likely in his early to mid-thirties."

"Why is that?" the sheriff asks.

"Abducting couples is an ambitious task, and this guy's had time to perfect his skill."

"He could be older."

"Don't get hung up on his age. That's the hardest thing to predict," Rossi says.

"What we do know is that females take extensive beatings from him. That, combined with the sexual assault, tells us he's a violent anger excitation rapist. A sexual sadist like this can't get off unless he's torturing and watching the effects on his victims," you state. "That part of the torture is psychological. This is another reason he takes couples. Chances are he forces one to watch his power over the other."

"Because only the women suffer sexual torture, he's likely a malignant misogynist. This typically stems from an extreme hatred towards a woman who was relentless in her psychological and physical abuse," Emily adds.

"How do you know the dad wasn't the abusive one, and he's just continuing the cycle?" the sheriff asks her.

"Only a woman could make him hate women this much. The idea of the 'terrible mother' is best illustrated in world mythology by the negative aspects of the great mother. Instead of nurturing her children, she destroyed him, and given this upbringing, it's highly unlikely he'd ever been in a relationship let alone been married."

"Since he works in the service industry, he's forced to deal with a lot of people. So, he can probably hide his aversion to women until he gets them behind closed doors. With that said, we shouldn't rule out anyone with prior offenses toward women."

"Given the amount of time he spends with his victims," Hotch says, "he requires a great deal of privacy. He may even utilize an ATV to get away from the accident sites, so the property may back up onto an off-road trail. We should therefore concentrate on the most remote motels first. Thank you."

It's time to go door to door asking managers if they had seen the missing couple. There are too many properties to double up, so you have to go alone. After a dozen people have told you they know nothing of the missing couple, it's already sundown. Everyone has been working their asses off, and it seems like you're not getting anywhere.

You make it back to the police station when everyone gets through their list. No one has any good news, and you're about to collapse from how tired you are. Hotch is still out, and you're about to call him and ask if you can take a break when you get a call from your mom.

"Hey, mom. Did you get my message?"

"I did, sweetie. Your father and I are in town right now. Could I steal you away from your job for dinner?"

"Let me ask. Send me the address, and I'll let you know if I can or not."

"Okay, sweetie."

You quickly hang up on her and get Hotch on the phone. He's not too particular about you leaving, but since your parents are down the road at a local restaurant and you've finished with your list, he allows you to go. If he needs you and Spencer, then all he has to do is call, and you'll come right back.

"Spencer, let's go," you say and grab your jacket.

"Where are we going?"

"To dinner with my parents. We won't be long in case Hotch needs us back."

"Meeting the parents, huh? Good luck, man," Derek says and pats him on the shoulder.

You two take one of the government cars and head over to the restaurant, and your parents stand when they see you enter.

"Mom! Dad!" you grin and give them both a hug. Your dad holds you for a tad longer than your mother, but you don't think anything of it. "I'd like you to meet Spencer Reid, my boyfriend. Spencer, this is my mom and dad, Julie and Joey."

Your dad immediately stiffens up, and you look at him to see his eyes seething red with anger. He's trying to hide it, but you can see the underlying threat in his eyes.

"Be nice," you whisper to him before taking a seat in the booth with Spencer next to you, and your parents across from you.

"Spencer, it's nice to finally meet you," your mom says with a smile.

You wanted nothing but to enjoy dinner with your parents, but you can feel the tension in the air even without your abilities.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Y/L/N."

"So, how did you two meet?" your dad asks.

"We met at work. I had just started and he helped me learn the ropes. It wasn't until about seven or eight months after we met that we started dating." You think about Lila Archer, and how he was smitten with her. Man, that seems like so long ago. "He's a doctor, you know."

"Y/N," Spencer blushes.

"Really?" your mom asks.

"Yeah. He has three PhDs, three Bachelor's degrees, and specializes in statistics and geographical profiling. He's very smart," you grin proudly.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" your mom asks.

"I am."

"You're too young to be in love," your dad snaps.

Your dad stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face. He looks at Spencer and holds his utensils with a grip so hard that his knuckles turn white.

"Dad, I can feel your anger. What is the matter?" you sigh.

"Nothing," he shrugs.

Your mom places a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs her off. You're not sure what's causing this behavior, but you try to ignore it. Even after the food comes, your dad still holds a sour look on his face.

"Okay, seriously, what is your problem?" you ask, tired of his shit.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You glare at him, and he mutters something under his breath that you hear as clear as day. "Spencer isn't good enough for you."

You slam your utensils down on the table with a loud clang, and Spencer stays silent next to you.

"I love him, Daddy. That should be more than enough. We need to get back. Call me when you have a better attitude. Come on, Spencer."

You two slide out of the booth, and you toss down some money for the meal you know they were going to pay.

"I'm sorry, Spencer," you say when you get into the car.

"Don't be."

Still, you can't help but feel bad. You head back to the station, and when Derek sees the sad look on your face, he wants to question it. Spencer shakes his head at his friend, and Derek holds his tongue for now.

"Where are we at?" you ask, eager to get back into the case.

"Garcia found a connection between a motel handyman and Rebecca. They went to high school together. So, I thought maybe he was connected to other victims. It turns out he's not, but there's something else that all of the women have in common. Rebecca was found in a bra, a t-shirt, a skirt, and flip-flops. Johanna was found in a dress and sandals, and Melissa was wearing a bra, tank top, and jeans. None of them were wearing underwear."

"How do you know it was taken?" Spencer asks.

"Because they all packed it in their bags, but none were wearing it during the collisions. He leaves his victims in a car without their underwear and waits for them to be hit. A violent collision of metal against flesh. It's like the accidents are the final rape. This sexual aspect didn't show up overnight. This is something he's been building up to."

"So, this guy sees these collisions as some kind of rape?" The Sheriff asks.

"We know that an underwear fetish typically begins in adolescence with peeping in neighbors' windows. When that no longer satisfies them, they'll burglarize homes and start taking the object that arouses them."

"If they get away with that long enough, they become more confident. Then the object becomes the woman wearing it. That's when rape can occur. The one constant is they always take the underwear as a souvenir."

"Is it possible a pervert like this has ever been arrested?"

"There's a good chance a serial sex offender with an underwear fetish has been caught before."

"Right again, Agent Hotchner," Penelope says.

You didn't even know she was on the phone with the rest of the team.

"What is it, Garcia?"

"For the last two days, I've been searching through ViCAP for similar rapes and murders in cases that are still open. That has yielded me with diddly squat. So, I regrouped. I looked at some pictures of baby pandas. I went back in and I started searching for similar rapes and murders in cases that had been solved.

"Five months ago, this guy named Clint Barnes is convicted of five rapes that have been thirty miles away in Selbyville. Now, what's interesting, and by interesting I also mean icky and sad and wrong, is that Mr. Barnes only stole the undergarment of his last victim and she was beaten in exactly the same manner as our current victims. She was the only one who died," Penelope explains.

"The first four showed no sign of torture?"

"According to statements made by the survivors, yes. There were some questions about his performance. Things like, 'Did you enjoy it?'"

"That sounds like a power reassurance rapist. That doesn't fit his last crime at all," Spencer says.

"The last victim wasn't his. It was our unsubs."

"I'll push a rush through the DA's office," the Sheriff says.

With him asking the DA for the files from Selbyville, they come pretty quickly. He must know the DA for it to come that quickly.

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LONG HEADCANONS: North Yankton edition

Because I’m a sucker for the North Yankton boys :( I wish there was more for us to see.

TW: -Suggestive content (sexual)

-Trevor, Brad, and Michael claimed ‘paradise city- Guns and roses’ as their theme song.

-Trevor was pro at the macarena when it came on during clubs.

-They always got fines due to the damage the left after every motel stay…

-Once Tracey was crying as a baby and Amanda struggled to calm her down. Trevor held her and suddenly Tracey stopped crying and fell asleep. Amanda was oddly disturbed.

-Michael and Brad would get into drunken fist fights.

-Trevor helped shave Michael’s hair every now and then.

-They all kissed each other at least once… Some more than others *cough cough* trikey.

-Amanda mentioned she liked one of Michael’s friends before (Brad) and probably got it off with him, more than once. This may be the reason Michael held a grudge against him.

-They all shared the same clothes.

-They had to skip towns because one of Trevor’s one night stands recognised him from the newspaper after sex and called the cops.

-Michael was always the designated driver.

-Trevor didn’t have a legal licence until after North Yankton and Michael’s fake death.

-They gave each other small hidden tattoos. (As Michael would mention learning how to and writing his name on someone’s ass… *COUGH COUGH* TREVOR).

-They had to deal with Trevor’s mother once a month when she was released from prison/or finally decides to turn up after leaving… Again. She strangely adored Michael. She treated him like a son more than Trevor.

-Before Trevor was balding, he had a man bun (AND I STAND BY THIS).

-Trevor dressed all funky with the moustache because he wanted to look like this porn star he crushed on.

-(Now he unironically looks like a porn star without trying).

-Trevor was the first person to hold Jimmy and Tracey after Michael and Amanda.

-He fainted when he first saw Tracey (because it was his first time seeing a new born that is partially important to him).

-Bradley dyed his hair blonde because he was secretly growing grey.

-Trevor quit smoking months prior to prologue.

-Brad had a part-time job as a warehouse supplier but soon quit after Trevor invited him into his group with Mikey.

-Brad owned a pet snake and the guys would prank each other with it by putting the snake under their bedsheets while one of them would be napping. Safe to say it died after a couple of times : (

-They ALL argue over the radio when going on a roadtrip skipping towns.

-Following that theory: Brad’s a fan of 80s classic hits (pop), Trevor’s a fan of 70s new revolution of hardcore punk and heavy metal, Michael’s a fan of late 80s rock.

-Michael really wanted to visit Russia.

-They went on vacation together once near a seaside resort but fled after Trevor strangled a person in broad daylight. Apparently they insulted his burger and beer choice.

-Tracey used to call Trevor dad accidentally and Amanda had to ban him from seeing her for a few weeks. Michael also held a grudge on Trevor for that.

-Brad and Michael used to have snow fights… Aggressively and passionately. Like they imagined the snow to be bullets. Because they hated each other… Trevor thought it was cute (unaware as fuck).

-Trevor used to attract all the older women and he’d come home with braided hair and red lipstick marks on his cheeks because… Well, that 70s porno look clearly made him a heart-throbber.

-All of them were oddly strong. Probably used the gym a lot when in prison.

-Before Michael made it official with Amanda, Trevor would have a few long-term relationships that failed due to his mental health. When Michael announced his engagement with Amanda, this would make Trevor jealous and spiteful (because he struggled to keep relationships himself).

#trevor gta #trevor philips #trevor philips headcanons #michael de santa #michael townley #michael townley headcanons #michael de santa headcanons #michael gta #bradley sniper #north yankton #trikey #headcanons #gta 5 #gta v #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft 5 #gran theft auto v

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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TWIN FLAMES: 14

twin flames masterlist

WARNING: mentions of homelessness, rough times etc

W.C 3.5k

A/N: guess who’s back…. Back again. Sorry this took so long!!! 🫣

Oh my god. What happened to him? Why is he living on the streets?! Tears prick at your eyes as you frantically run to him, discarding the bags in your arms. “Eddie! Eddie! Are you okay?” You remove the vest from his head and move aside his blonde matted hair.

A mixture of suntanned, leathery burnt skin stares at you, “Hey this mine! Git yer own!” The appearance shocks you, it wasn’t him. This poor man was not your Eddie.

Your heart breaks for a second time. The temporary tape on your heart mending it together in hopes that this poor man was in fact Eddie, is now peeling back faster than a greedy child opening a Christmas present. You were upset but needed answers. The vest meant that Eddie was here at some point in time and either lost it or donated it, but you could hardly think that he would give it away.

“Wh-where did you get the vest! It’s my friends—where did you find it?!” you ask angrily, your mother trying to drag you back from him by your upper arms.

“Found it, fair ‘n square! Out by the motel off’d the innerstate. Jus layin’ there.”

“Thank you sir,” your mother says, cautiously handing him a $20 bill.

She guides you away, holding you and the bags as you cry into her shoulder. What happened to him? Was he hurt? Injured? Lying in a hospital somewhere? Dead? Where the fuck is he?

The ride home is quick considering your hysterical crying ended up with you involuntarily falling asleep against the window, waking to find that your mom was just pulling into the driveway. The ache behind your eyes is too much, pressing into your head like coiled springs in a mattress—ready to spring free from the weight of your tears and anguish. Throwing yourself out of the car you gather the shopping bags and head inside, your mother quick on your heels.

“Honey, are you— are you alright?” She asks, eyebrows knitted with worry shoulders sagging in defeat.

You shake your head back and forth slowly, letting the weight of today consume you again as a sob racks your entire body. “I just need to lay down,” you blubber through an overflow of tears. She nods and takes the bags out of your hands, guiding you through the front door and watching you rush up the stairs to your room. Flopping onto you bed, your mind spirals out of control.

Why? Why did he leave? Why did he run to Indianapolis? Is he okay?

A thousand questions split your head, scattering around it like lightning breaking against a blackened sky. Your heart aches for him, it feels like it’s in a blender, swirling around, breaking down its soft edges, making it a bloody valve smoothie. The love you had for him was deeper than anything you’ve ever felt, it wasn’t a first kind of love all pristine and painted with daisies. This love was deeper than that. The fact that he was gone now and you not only didn’t know where he was but he possibly wasn’t safe. The thought of Eddie dead, lying somewhere on a cold street alone, body twisted and broken made you want to puke. No thinking now. You run to the connected bathroom and puke again and again until there is nothing left. Tears cloud your vision as the memories of just weeks ago in this very bathroom invade your head.

[Lighting a few candles and moving your essentials from the shower over to the edge of the tub, you turn out the lights. You remove your panties and Eddie his socks, the only clothing he had remaining. Eddie climbs in and you climb in after him, wedging yourself between his long skinny legs, leaning back against him.

This is paradise. The soft flicker of the candles casting dancing shadows against the walls in the bathroom. Eddie is humming along to music only he can hear. He lifts your left arm up and strums a guitar on your stomach moving his left fingers frantically across your arm for the frets. He sings in your ear. ]

A smile breaks across your lips at how simple things were in that moment, how desperately in love with you he was. His simple touches, feeling of his hands in your hair. The memory now feeling like a drunken night, remembering patches of the truth, a black out of if this really happened or not. He was everywhere, all around you. There wasn’t a single place in your home that a ghost of him didn’t surround. You needed him, didn’t he need you? Didn’t he love you anymore? Didn’t he care about all the times you had in the short amount of time you two had known, loved, and cared for one another. The passion behind your love, the twin flames energy bringing you both together, fighting to stay together, for you love to last. Was that all for nothing? Steve going to rehab, Mike Wheeler shooting Billy?! All of that was for him to just up and leave? Cast you aside like a used condom? Wash away all of his feelings for you in the rain that night as he screamed and was tortured by his own demons, projecting them onto you? No. You needed answers and you needed them now.

You wipe your mouth and stand up, looking at yourself in the mirror, you had seen better days. The hallows of your cheeks were deepened, the sparkle in your eye hadn’t been seen in months. You turn the sink on and splash some water onto your face. You grab your purse and immediately head down the stairs, pushing yourself faster to get your shoes on, get into your own car and drive to Hawkins, hoping to catch Wayne before he goes to work.

“…I mean it’s a lead right?” you flew to Hawkins in record time, catching Wayne right before he was getting ready to leave for work, explaining everything you had seen and what the homeless man told you.

Wayne rubs his scruffy beard, pacing around the small kitchen, “yeah it is, I’d put money on it. Goddamn boy, what the hell is he doing in Indianapolis?!”

“I’m going back, I’m gonna find him, Wayne and bring him home.”

“Darlin’ you can’t go alone.” Wayne protests, “I swear if anything happened to you, your daddy’d kill me, and I’d never forgive myself. Let me make a few calls and we will go together.” He leans forward quickly standing on his feet and making his way to the old phone hanging from the wall.

Wayne calls his work and tells them he won’t be in. You had both agreed to take your car since there was more room. “I’m gonna fill your car up quick, call your folks and let ‘em know what’s going on, I don’t want them thinking that you ran off too, they don’t want to know what that feels like.” He blinks back tears and grabs one of many caps hung by the door.

After calling your parents and explaining to them that you were going with Wayne to look for Eddie, your father had agreed to call anyone he knew in Indianapolis to keep an eye out for him. You decided to call Gareth, the only other person who might know Eddie better than you or Wayne. All of you together knowing Eddie on different levels.

Gareth had agreed to go with, almost giddy at the opportunity. He rushed down to the Forest Hills Trailer Park on his bike, the wind whipping between the tufts of the moppy honeyed curls on his head.

“Did you see anything else?” Gareth pipes up from the passenger seat. You were crammed in three across the single cab of Wayne’s pick up chugging along to Indianapolis.

“Just the vest, and the motel the guy mentioned.”

“God what the hell man?” Gareth snips, “Sorry, Mr. Munson.” Gareth checked, an awkward look upon his face.

Wayne shoots a glance over at Gareth, shrugs and says, “have you met Eddie? He isn’t exactly Mr. Proper.”

Gareth laughs, “I mean I get you guys broke up or whatever but he didn’t just leave you, he left all of us. Corroded Coffin, Hellfire Club— like none of it mattered to him, I’m gonna kick his ass when we find him.”

“Might have to beat Wayne to get to him first.” you smile softly as you look straight ahead, a smirk jumps across Wayne’s face.

You were so wrapped up in the way that you were hurt by Eddie that you hadn’t even given it a thought on how anyone else but you and Wayne were hurting from his disappearance. He abandoned everyone who loved him in Hawkins, anyone who had ever cared for him. It was sad, and you weren’t the only one who was clearly upset about it.

The drive wasn’t long, your car adding to the soft hums of some oldies radio station Wayne had insisted on listening too. The closer and closer you got to Indianapolis, the more worried you became, “Off the interstate?” Wayne asked, rubbing his scruffy beard.

You nod your head yes and intake a big breath. “What if—what if I’m wrong Wayne?” Tears threatening to spill over your lashes, as you wring the denim of your shorts. Gareth looks out the window, shuffling uncomfortably.

Deep in thought, Wayne tapped his fingers along the steering wheel. “We’ll just keep looking if that’s the case.” He smiles unconvincingly and turns his eyes back to the road.

The last thing you wanted to do was give Wayne false hope. He was hurting more than you were, impossible as that seems. The thought of burrowing a senseless hope for finding Eddie in Wayne made you physically sick.

The outline of the shady motel peered into view as Wayne craned the wheel into the parking lot, throwing the car in park and looking around at the office. “Well, this must be it,” Wayne says, peering out of the window. Neon lights of the motel were flickering. The parking lot was desolate, Eddie’s van nowhere in sight. Your stomach drops. “Let’s uh—let’s go find out what we can.”

Heavy footsteps move you all closer to the office following Wayne as Gareth trails behind you. The hotel was nearly run down, yellowing wallpaper sagging from the office walls, a fat lazy orange cat lays on the stained desk. Dying plants hung from the ceiling, decaying leaves scattered on the floor beneath them. A short brittle old woman with oversized glasses and a two pack habit thumbed through the yellow pages. Cigarette with a mile long ash hanging on for dear life. “Excuse me, ma’am?” Wayne asks with a stern voice, “have you seen a guy in here, about 20, longer brown hair, probably had a guitar?” He asks, “drives a two-toned van?”

The older woman thinks for a while, picking tuna from her teeth, “Room 38,” she said tossing Gareth a key, “and if you see him, you let him know that he owes for this passed week, and I’ll sell whatever he has in there if he doesn’t come back and clean up that mess!”

“Wait, what do you mean if we see him?” Gareth asks, “isn’t he here?”

“No idea, haven’t seen anyone go into or out of that room for about three days now.” She scowls, petting the cat as she feeds it the rest of a sad looking tuna sandwich.

“Thank you ma’am,” Wayne says politely, a slump to his broad shoulders as he heads out the door, hanging his head as he walks. The feeling of dread radiates through your body and pulls on your heart as you move toward Room 38. The broken slabs of sidewalk leading from the office to the door of room 38 are anything but comforting, the ‘3’ hanging on the door is held up by the bottom nail through the number, hanging slanted and upside down. Wayne quickly unlocks the door, eyes large as he shoves the door open.

The pay phone outside of Club Z barely worked, cords hanging on by threads, the receiver cracked and busted, more than likely broken from one too many slams against the pole it rested on, heartbreak on one end, drunken slob of a man on the other. Fumbling with a quarter he fits it into the slot, hammering the number he had memorized. Trying like hell to stand up.

He had tried so hard. So fucking hard to make this work, why wasn’t it working for him? Plenty of people left Hawkins and ended up fine, great even, why couldn’t he? He couldn’t get you out of his head. It was you who he saw when he closed his eyes at night, every single night since he left. The reality of his predicament weighing heavy on his mind, and his heart.

When it happened he just thought it was a stroke of bad luck. People get mugged in big cities all the time right? He would just have to get used to it, the busted up face? Nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. Only this time you weren’t there with him. He continued on like always, trying to sweet talk the manager of the club into letting him play a song, asking the band who did play that night if they needed an extra guy on vocals or bass. Only to be laughed out of the club entirely. But alas, he had kept his head up. Things weren’t good but they certainly weren’t the worst. He still had a little bit of money from selling some of his extra amps. A couple cans of spaghetti o’s could last him two days if he planned it out right.

And he could have kept going, could have made it—wouldn’t have been standing here clinging to the phone and trying to keep from falling over. If it hadn’t happened again.

The second mugging he was sure his ribs were broken, he wasn’t sure how many were broke, but it was difficult for him to breathe. The wound in his leg was festering and in desperate need of attention, but he didn’t care. He had lost all hope at this point, only finding thinking of you made the pain hurt a little bit less, like the blood pumped slower when he concentrated on your face, made him stop thinking about all the bad shit that continued to happen to him since he had been gone.

He was at a stoplight thumbing his fingers along to ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ when it happened. They came out of nowhere, whether he was too naive to see it, or simply wasn’t paying any attention, he had been blind sighted, punched in the head, and pulled hard out of the van, kicked into the ribs by at least two pairs of heavy boots, and then the final stab to the leg, ensuring he wouldn’t get up to chase them. As if that would be something he would do. They took the van and everything in it, some of his clothes, the last little bit of money to his name, and more importantly, his guitar. He was left bleeding in the street, blood painting the asphalt like a sidewalk artist with chalk.

That was two nights ago. And it has taken two full days to get back to this goddamn pay phone. He originally wanted to get back to the motel, possibly take a shower, lay in bed and then make his phone call, but he couldn’t make it that far. His energy was depleted. He just had a few numbers to punch in and then he could sit down. He wouldn’t hang up this time, he would wait for you to answer— you always did. He was just too chicken shit to say anything. But this time he needed you, needed help. Punching the last digit to your number Eddie felt woozy, closing his eyes and leaning back against the pay phone, not realizing his body is slipping down, fading into the sidewalk.

“Jesus.” Gareth muttered when the door to Eddie’s motel flung open. A quick scan of the room obviously revealed that he wasn’t there, but that he had been here at some point in time. The wallpaper was peeling from the wall in the corners, roof damage presented itself with pools of brown stains on the ceiling tiles. The shag carpet was coming up and tumbled in places that the adhesive no longer stuck to. The brass decorations clashed heavily with the warm copper and rust colored drapes and bedding.

Empty cans of spaghetti o’s and beer littered every surface, a carton of milk sat opened on top of the mini fridge, dirty socks, various band shirts and boxers littered the floor along with dozens of scraps of paper. Some just doodles of creatures from DnD others were song lyrics, scrawled across the pages in every which direction. A notebook and pen lay on the unmade bed, the mattress itself lay crooked on the mattress. Empty cigarette packs and a single guitar pic were on top of the tv. The room smelled like him, cigarettes and a hint of weed mixed with some cheap cologne. The nightstand held a telephone, a full ashtray and a book of matches. It was a mess. No wonder the old lady at the desk was pissed, it had looked like a tornado had come through here destroying everything in its wake and projectile vomiting it in complete and utter disarray.

“Let’s look for any signs of where he could be,” you decide, fumbling through the papers on the floor. Gareth started looking in the bathroom, finding nothing but strings of Eddie’s long mane stuck in the shower drain and crawling onto the sink like long legged spiders. Wayne looked through the pairs of jeans on the floor, searching the pockets for any scrap he could find. You adjusted the bed and took a seat reading through the scrawl of Eddie’s handwriting, laughing at how terrible it was.

The lyrics were full of pain, sorrow, the dark pits of despair of being alone. They were heartbreaking mostly because they were all about you. You didn’t have time for this right now, you quietly fold the papers and stuff them into the pockets of your shorts, wiping the tears away as quickly as they fall. Gareth fumbled around with his jean pockets, looking for a lighter, “anyone got a lighter?” He grumbles. You pick up the matches next to the table and toss them towards him, “gracias,” he chides.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck!” Gareth screams as he runs towards Wayne.

Wayne puts a calloused hand over his heart, “Christ you’re gonna give me a heart atta—”

“Look! Look!” Gareth is waving around the matches, like a child winning tickets at a fair. Wayne looks at the matches and grins, he tosses them to you. Printed on the back reads:

Club Z

Indianapolis, IN

‘Open 24 hrs’

Running to the office to get a phone book to find the address, Wayne and Gareth lock up Eddie’s room and start the car. You write the address down as quick as you can, getting a quick direction of where the club was from the older lady—you hurry back to the car.

Gareth sits in the passenger seat as you climb into the back Wayne wastes no time, speeding down the road to the direction of the club.

He’s swimming towards you. The closer he thinks he is the further away you get. Something's not quite right. Each time his head breaks the surface you’re standing exactly where he just was, waving him towards you, calling out to him. He tries again, but the same thing keeps happening. He’s pulled under the water, his lungs feel like they’re collapsing. He needs to breathe. He opens his mouth and takes a deep breath, expecting the taste of chlorine to fill his mouth instead it’s the sweet scent of vanilla icing, a hint of smoke, and Doritos.

His eyes flash open, and your face comes into view. Tears are dripping down his face but they aren’t his. He must be dreaming, how are you here in front of him.

“He’s awake! Wayne! He’s awake,” sobbing is heard from further away, but Eddie pays no attention to it. Only focusing on your face smiling at him, is this heaven?

Or is this hell? Surely you wouldn’t have come to get him, you wouldn’t have drove here to find him. How did you find him? No this is a fucking joke, a sick satanic dream. You didn’t want him, not after everything he put you through. Not after the way he treated you— left you at the end of your driveway crying like that in the rain. There’s no fucking way. This isn’t real, he needs to wake up. But you’re looking right at him and crying. So he must be dead. Your voice is fading in and out. He closes his eyes and paints a mental picture of your face behind his lids, a time when you were happy, a time when you were his.

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withlove-amber · 1 month

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Love, from Hawaii

alden parker x reader

Two weeks. Two weeks in pure tropical paradise. (Y/N) had been chosen by Director Vance to help out the NCIS team in Hawaii with a case. It’s not that (Y/N) didn’t want to help out the team in Hawaii, of course she did. But she knew that if she went to Hawaii, she wouldn’t want to come back as early as the team would need her to. She wasn’t going to ignore a direct order from Vance, so she packed her bag, hopped on a flight, and landed in Hawaii. The first thing she noticed when she got off the plane, how calm all the employees at the airport were. Everyone working at the airport was so nice and calm, compared to the normal cluster that was the airports in DC.

The Hawaii team needed help with the case, as they were a man down, and (Y/N) had experience in what they needed. The case only took about a week to close, and the more (Y/N) thought about it, the more she realized that she hadn’t taken a vacation since starting at NCIS. What better place to take a week-long vacation than in tropical heaven? She called Director Vance, and quite nervously, asked if she could take a week-long vacation. She was a little shocked at his response.

“Sure. How long has it been since you’ve used your vacation time?” When she didn’t answer for a few seconds, he followed with, “The fact that you’re hesitating, tells me everything I need to know. The team will be fine here without you for a few days. If something comes up, we’ll call you.” “Thank you so much Director! I really appreciate it.” (Y/N) cheerfully replied. “Of course, (Y/N), have fun. Oh, and if you could bring back some malasadas, that would be nice.” “Will do, Director.” (Y/N) always knew the Director was nice, but she sure wasn’t expecting him to say yes.

“Hey, (Y/N), I thought you were headed back to DC.” Tennant said, as she spotted (Y/N) making a phone call to a hotel, asking about their availability. “I was, but-” “But Hawaii?” Tennant replied with a small smile. “Yeah, but Hawaii…” (Y/N) replied. “Right now, I’m looking for a hotel to stay at, that’s not crap.” (Y/N) said, slightly chuckling. “Why don’t you stay with me? And before you say ‘I don’t wanna impose’, you won’t be. How long are you staying?” “Only about a week. Thank you Jane.” (Y/N) replied, grateful that her friend offered her a place to stay, so she wouldn’t have to stay at a fleabag motel during her trip. “Of course, (Y/N). Anytime.”

Tennant made up a spare bed, and gave (Y/N) suggestions on what to do, see, and eat. At night, Tennant suggested they go out for drinks, to celebrate the start of (Y/N)’s vacation. After about a week of day drinking, night drinking, and hiking, (Y/N) knew it was time to head back to DC. Her last day in Hawaii, (Y/N) stopped at an ABC store close by Tennant’s place. She picked up souvenirs for the team, as well as Delilah, Victoria, and Gibbs. Even though he’s in Alaska, (Y/N) didn’t want him to feel left out. As soon as she landed in DC, she knew she was home. Yes, she needed the vacation, but honestly, she missed her friends. And more importantly, she missed Alden. Yes, they talked every night before she went to sleep, but she just wanted to see him, and to hear his voice.

When she went back to the office to give everyone their gifts, she was happy as could be. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be back tomorrow!” Tim announced, going in for a brief hug. “I just wanted to drop these off for y’all.” (Y/N) replied, with a smile once her eyes landed on Alden. Alden looked up immediately as soon as he heard her voice. God, he missed that voice. Yes, he called her every night before she went to sleep, but he just wanted to hear that voice in person, and to hold her. She honestly took his breath away when he saw her walk towards the bullpen.

She was wearing a long, flowy turquoise dress that had a deeper v-neck than she usually wore. Her hair was long and wavy, and looked a little brighter than normal. When she leaned over to give him his gift, he could smell her coconut and vanilla perfume. If he had to choose one scent forever, it would be that one. Her skin was a couple shades darker and he wondered if she had tan lines anywhere. He quickly tried to change his train of thought, because it was going in a direction that was not quite work-appropriate. He glanced down at her hands that were a fair bit smaller than his, and when their hands oh so softly touched he couldn’t stop the blush forming on his face, and neither could she.

After she gave everyone their gifts (and the malasadas for Vance), he walked her back to her car, and asked if she wanted to come over for dinner that night. She enthusiastically said yes. She kissed him on the cheek, and when she went to pull away, her lipstick had left a mark in his beard. She didn’t say a damn word, wanting people to know who had left the mark. She spent the rest of the day unpacking and preparing for dinner with Alden. If two weeks was all it took for him to invite her over for dinner, she would have taken a vacation a while back.

#ncis #alden parker x reader #alden parker #jane tennant #tim mcgee #leon vance

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electric-rabbits · 10 months

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I love The Mountain Goats bc every once in a while I’ll randomly decide that a specific song of theirs is the best and I’ll spend weeks listening to it and then I’ll remember a completely different song to obsess over and the cycle starts anew, but anyways. You guys ever listened to San Bernardino?? See, there’s two things that really get me with this song, first one being how hopeful it is. John Darnielle is great at writing despair but even better at writing hope imo, because he writes hope from this realistic, almost pessimistic place. His hopeful songs are never about an ideal version of reality; they are about daring to hope, about hope as this defiant force that drives us forward. San Bernardino is a song about a young couple who’s probably homeless, who can’t afford a hospital room and so they have their kid at a shitty roadside motel; and still they are willing to try and build their own little paradise together. Not because they don’t know how hard things are, but because they know they have one another and that’s a lot to fight for. “We will never be alone in this world. No matter what they say, we’re gonna be okay.” And the other is my personal relationship with religion, specifically christianity. I was raised catholic, and while I never cared much for god, I always loved the saints and even Christ himself. Not because of their holiness, that’s the part that I never got, even before becoming an atheist; but because of their humanity. I loved the idea of seeing holy figures as flawed, scared, hopeful human beings, people like me and my neighbors and my friends. First time in my teenaged religion crisis when I felt like I could still cherish this humanity was reading a poem about Jesus running away from heaven to be forever a human child, and since then I search for these stories when I can. And San Bernardino is a nativity scene. The parents are a poor young couple, running away from a dangerous place and searching for a sanctuary where they can just exist, searching for the maps of the garden of Eden; and San Bernardino is a town, and it’s a saint, and it’s a manger. The child who’s being born isn’t Jesus but they are something far more sacred for that couple. They are both a blessing and a promise, and earth itself is welcoming them to this world.

#its 'crying over San Bernardino' hours again besties #sorry for the long post and please feel free to ignore it I just needed to SAY #tmg #the mountain goats

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so i just went on vacation to a lil beach town with cute shops (but everything was so expensive i blew through 250 dollars and got like five things sobsobsob) and i can just imagine like janitor eddie or one of the eddies without lots of money feeling so ashamed that he can't buy you everything you want and you guys have to stay in a cheap motel because renting a beach house is pricey and he just feels like a failure and you have to comfort him

but i also imagine mafia eddie or rockstar eddie taking you out and you guys stay at a 9,000 square foot house and its so lavish and anything you even glance at it getting bought immediately

I don’t even think you would really want anything souvenir wise but janitor!eddie is adamant to get you something. he’s so sweet and tries to buy you handmade she’ll jewelry that’s wayyyy overpriced and you tell him not to. he’s feeling all insecure, even though he’ll be eating chef boyarde for the next week bc he’ll be so broke, so you take him to the shore to look for shells. laughing like kids as the waves hit your feet, sticking your hand under the water to wash it off and reveal it to each other. sand dollars, a half a star fish, a gorgeous pink shell that eddie found and you gasped so excitedly at he couldn’t help but boast. it was better than that overpriced shit bc you two found it together. the cheap motel aided to the “ambiance” you told him with a grin. it was pastels of sea green and blues and it was fun down, stuck in the fifties, but you didn’t mind. it was clean, it had a bed and a working toilet, and an ocean view (sans balcony).

mafia!eddie is taking you somewhere off the grid entirely. somewhere safe, under an alias. really to him, a vacation is anywhere that it’s just the two of you. a house in the mountains without neighbors for miles? paradise. a lighthouse on the coast of the north east where nobody but fishermen come by? even better. he just wants to be somewhere secluded where he can really relax.

rockstar!eddie goes big always but he wants to rent or buy somewhere with character. when airbnb becomes a thing??? omg he’s their biggest customer. the malibu barbie dream house?? fucking sick. the haunted mansion look a like house?? the girls love it. a hobbit inspired cottage?? you gotta be shutting me. eddie tries to buy it off the owner for an absurd amount. he loves cool vacations really. wants his girls and you (and himself) to travel and see the world. experience different cultures and ways of life and environments.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson

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mulderwearingglasses · 2 years

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Let’s give ‘em something to talk about

“Are you going to Ted’s going away thing tonight?” Scully asked Mulder, packing up for the day after an exhausting week.

She and Ethan had been fighting, culminating in a blowout phone argument while she was working a case with Mulder in Vermont last weekend.

She hated being the girl who was fighting with her boyfriend — hated being the woman defined by her boyfriend at all — so she prayed Mulder couldn’t hear their phone call through the thin motel walls and prayed even harder that he couldn’t hear her cry herself to sleep that night.

She wasn’t even sure what she was crying over. Frustration more than anything, really. She and Ethan hadn’t been getting along, hadn’t had any fun together — including sex — in a few months. She just wasn’t enjoying their time together. And her mind kept wandering to another man in her life…

Every time Ethan initiated sex, Scully had a reason to hold off for the night. She was too shaken after a particularly gruesome autopsy, too distracted by the details of an especially confusing case or too tired after chasing after her absolutely maddening partner all day.

But really, she just wasn’t into it.

The sex between her and Ethan had never been the stuff of romance novels. He was remarkably tame, and she faked it more than she didn’t, even before Mulder. But once she met Mulder, it made it kind of hard to enjoy sex with Ethan when the stuff she was dreaming about at night between her and her partner was so much hotter than anything she’d experienced with her boyfriend.

Nonetheless, Ethan was fed up. When she rebuffed his advances before taking off for a few days for a case in Vermont, he lost it.

He called Scully drunk and screaming the first night she was away and then ignored her until she got home a couple days ago.

Ethan apologized upon her return, vowing to be more understanding. He said they should go do something fun Friday night to loosen up and finally have a little fun together.

Scully suggested a coworker‘s going away party at a local karaoke bar by the office.

“Is *he* going to be there?” Ethan asked with venom in his voice.

******

“No chance in hell,” Mulder replied to Scully. “ I don’t do karaoke.”

Scully chuckled, trying and failing to imagine her partner wrapped around a microphone, singing his heart out in front of his colleagues.

“Aw, c’mon, Mulder,” Scully said. “You don’t have to sing! I sure as hell won’t be participating, but it’ll be fun!”

Mulder gave her an incredulous look.

“It doesn’t seem like your kind of thing, Scully. I’m surprised you’re going.”

“Well, it’s not exactly my thing, but Ethan thought — “

At this, Mulder pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, knowingly, while packing up his things for the weekend, too.

“Ah, a little date night, huh?” Mulder said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“No, I mean — well, he just thinks we should try to have some fun,” Scully said, looking down at the briefcase she was fastening.

“Should you have to try that hard?” Mulder said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Scully looked up, but now it was Mulder’s turn to avoid her gaze.

There was a beat of silence between them before Scully picked up her bag and headed toward the door.

“Well, I’ll buy your drinks if you come out tonight,” Scully said. “If not, I’ll see you Monday, Mulder.”

“See you, Scully,” he said, bringing his hands to the back of his head in contemplation as he watched her walk away.

**************

When Mulder walked into the karaoke bar that night, his eyes went to Scully immediately.

Three things stood out to him:

She was still wearing her work clothes

She was swaying in a way that gave away how many drinks she’d had

Her eyes looked red and puffy

Had that jerk made her cry again?

Mulder wasn’t an idiot. In fact, he was a renowned psychological profiler which meant, yeah, he could tell when his partner — the person he spent most of his time with — was having trouble in paradise.

At first, there were more subtle clues like when she stopped mentioning him entirely and seemed to stare at her phone with dread when a call came through while the agents were out on assignment.

But last weekend, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out thanks to the ever-thinning walls of the Vermont Motel 6.

He heard every awful word of their fight. What a classic jerk to make a woman feel bad for not wanting to have sex.

He felt guilty overhearing such an intimate argument and felt even worse when he could hear Scully crying all night.

He wanted nothing more than to fling open the adjoining door and wrap her in his arms. No agenda, no transactional bullshit, no intention of sex. Just to hold her and let her know she deserved so much more.

Instead, he pretended not to notice her puffy eyes the next morning and stopped at a local bakery on their way to the airport to buy a pastry and strong coffee. When he ducked into the car with the loot and she smiled a genuine smile with her bloodshot eyes, he just about swooned.

********

Scully’s eyes locked with Mulder as he entered the karaoke bar, and she squealed an uncharacteristic yelp.

Damn, he looked good, she thought, biting her bottom lip.

He wore a pair of well-fitting jeans, a fitted gray t-shirt and a brown and white flannel shirt over it.

“MULDER,” she shouted over the music in the bar, running up to him and throwing her arms around her partner’s neck.

Her charging hug and alcohol-influenced balance caused the two to tip sideways, but Mulder put his hands on her waist to steady her and keep her upright.

Mulder’s stomach flipped as he looked down at his favorite person who was smiling a dazzling smile back up at him.

“Hey there, Scully,” he said with a chuckle. “Having fun?”

“I am now!” Scully said.

She was close enough that he could smell the whiskey on her breath, and it made him feel hot in the pit of his stomach.

Ethan’s eyes shot daggers across the room, prompting Mulder to drop his hands from Scully’s waist. He tried to extricate himself from Scully, but she was at the point of inebriation where personal space melts away and all interactions take place with arms around whoever is nearest.

Ethan appeared at their side and wrapped his arm around Scully, yanking her away from Mulder and latching her arms around his neck, instead.

A caveman could have done that smoother, Mulder thought.

“Hey, Ethan,” Mulder said, putting out his hand as a peace offering handshake.

Ethan ignored it and Mulder swept his extended hand back through his fluffy hair.

Scully was oblivious to the tension and gazed around the room in a distracted, drunken daze.

“Well, have I missed anything good?” Mulder asked.

“No, not really,” Scully said, turning back to him. “Skinner’s secretary sang Dolly Parton. One of the lab techs did a Village People song. We’ve had some drinks.”

She patted Ethan on the chest, who was throwing back the dregs of something that looked dark and strong.

“I couldn’t tell,” Mulder mused. “Well, I’m going to grab something to drink, too. Be right back.”

Scully’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! I’ll go with!” she said, unlatching herself from Ethan.

“I think he’s a big boy, Dana,” Ethan said. “He can get himself a drink.”

“Yeah, but I said I’d buy!” Scully said. “I’ll be right back, Ethan. Want anything?”

Ethan glowered.

“No,” Ethan said. “I think we’ll be leaving soon anyway.”

Scully pouted and trailed Mulder to the bar where he had ordered himself a beer.

Scully threw down her credit card and said with a slur, “Bartender, put it on my tab.”

Mulder hid a chuckle and slid her card back toward her.

Someone was singing a highly offensive rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody” on the stage to their left.

“I already paid, Scully,” he said. “Don’t worry about it.”

He spun her around so they were having a more private conversation out of coworkers’ earshot.

“Hey -- are you OK?” he whispered into her ear.

“You tell me. I just signed Ethan and I up for a duet” Scully said, giggling. “I think I’ve had one too many.”

“No, that’s not what I mean, although -- a duet? Really,” Mulder whispered. “No, it’s just that you look like --” Mulder trailed off, knowing how his partner got when her vulnerabilities were on display.

Scully frowned.

“I look like what? Do I like bad?” Scully asked, genuine concern in her bloodshot eyes.

“NO! No, that’s not it at all,” Mulder said. “You always look good, Scully. It’s just -- your eyes. You look like you’ve been -- I just wanted to make sure you were OK.”

Scully pressed the heel of her palms into her eyes.

“Shit,” she said. “I didn’t think it was noticeable.”

She rocked backward and tumbled into a barstool. Mulder helped lift her up into the seat and get her settled. He made a mental note to review later how cute it was her feet didn’t touch the floor.

“I’m sure it’s not noticeable,” Mulder said. “I just...notice you.”

Scully smiled and looked at her feet, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“I’m OK, Mulder,” Scully said, craning her neck upwards to talk into Mulder’s ear. “Ethan and I, we just -- I was going to wear a dress tonight. He said I’d never worn it for him before, and that I was wearing it for --”

Scully’s cheeks reddened again as she caught herself before finishing her sentence.

“He said I was wearing it for someone else,” Scully said, biting her lip and daring a glance up at Mulder who was looking at her with his puppy dog eyes.

“We got into a little fight, and I ended up putting my work clothes back on to prove a point, and, I don’t know, it was stupid. It’s all stupid. I don’t want to do this anymore,” Scully said, her voice cracking at the end.

Mulder didn’t know what to say. Her eyes looked glassy, and he knew she would rather jump off a bridge than cry at a party in front of her coworkers.

“Oh, Scully,” he said, his voice soft and sweet. “Here, let’s go outside, OK?”

He took her hands to help her off the barstool, and that’s how Ethan found them when he walked up: holding hands with a teary-eyed Scully looking up at Mulder like he was her knight in shining armor.

“What a surprise!” Ethan bellowed, almost drowning out the “mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia, let me go” coming from the stage.

Mulder dropped Scully’s hands and Scully started stammering.

“Ethan, no, we were just --” Scully said.

“Just gazing into each others’ eyes while holding hands, huh?” Ethan shouted.

People in the bar started to turn around.

Mulder stepped in front of Scully and put his hands up.

“Hey, OK,” Mulder said. “Why don’t we go outside and we can clear things up. I’m sorry. It was all my fault. Let’s just step outside. Let’s not make a scene, OK?”

At this, Ethan erupted in dark laughter and looked around at the other FBI employees in the bar, goading them to be on his side.

“Can you believe this,” he said to a man on his right, shaking his thumb at Scully and Mulder.

“You know what,” Ethan said. “I’m going to make as big of a scene as I damn well please. Mr. Fox Mulder F....B....I is not going to tell me how to behave,” Ethan said, jabbing his pointer finger into Mulder’s chest between each letter.

Ethan yanked Scully off the barstool, causing the seat to crash to the floor in a racket.

The whole bar was staring now.

Ethan dragged a stumbling Scully onto the stage, grabbed the mic from the terrible Queen singer and tapped it a few times until ear-piercing reverb echoed throughout the bar.

Mulder watched helplessly, mouth agape, from below.

“Hey, everybody,” Ethan started. “You might not know me, but some of you may know my girlfriend, Dana.”

Scully stood on the stage, turning crimson, watching a nightmare unfold in front of her while Ethan latched onto the crook of her elbow.

“Although some of you may actually know her by a different name,” Ethan continued. “Did you know when you guys call her Ice Queen, she totally freaks out? She’s actually cried about it. It’s so stupid.”

Mulder was rushing the stage at this point, but being blocked by security who were trying to control the crowd that was closing in around the stage to watch what was going down.

“Anyway, the nickname is actually spot on,” Ethan said. “Dana hasn’t had sex with me in MONTHS and a guy can’t wait forever. It’s not even like she was a great lay to begin with, but I’m sick of waiting. We’re done, Dana, and I --”

At this point, Mulder had pushed his way through security and threw himself on the stage, ripping the microphone from Ethan’s hand.

He grabbed Ethan by the scruff of his collar and brought his face close.

“You son of a bitch,” Mulder growled. “You lowlife piece of shit.”

Security got between the two men and wrangled Ethan off the stage, ejecting him from the bar.

Even though the singing had stopped, the place was abuzz with murmurs and the beginnings of gossip that would surely circumvent the office before Monday morning.

Oh, god. Scully.

Mulder spun around to find Scully, the color drained from her face, standing with her lips parted, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, her eyes swimming in tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

He had to get her out of there.

He placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on her shoulder, steadying her as best he could, and led her off the stage and out the back door of the bar into the alleyway.

Once outside, he took her hand and led the way down the dim alley, too much adrenaline flowing through him to even look back at her. He just needed to get her away.

He felt her hands starting to shake, and he stopped walking. He looked back to see his best friend standing with a horrified expression -- eyes wide, mouth slack -- like she’d just seen a ghost. He’d seen Scully look more pulled together when she had just seen a ghost, in fact.

She pulled her hand away from Mulder and her head darted from behind her, left, right and around Mulder. She was looking to run away, but she was boxed in.

Instead, she turned her body toward one of the alley’s brick walls, crossed her arms in front of her face and leaned against the wall with an agonized groan.

She looked so small, like a child hiding from a monster.

The adrenaline cooling, Mulder’s heart broke as he watched his best girl feel like she couldn’t face anyone right now -- not even him.

He placed his hand gently on her back and started rubbing slow circles.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s gonna be OK. I promise.”

What a fucking disaster. This low life pond scum pulls a fucking Carrie, saying the worst things he could imagine Scully wanting anyone to hear about her -- let alone the mostly male, macho, asshole colleagues who Scully goes to extraordinary efforts to prove herself unbothered, professional and tough around.

He heard a small whimper escape from his partner’s lips, her head still buried in her arms against the wall.

Mulder brought one finger to Scully’s chin and drew her face out from hiding.

Her cheeks were splotchy and her mascara smeared, but her milky skin, vibrant eyes and pouty lips were breathtaking.

“Scully...” Mulder said. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. That guy -- that total loser -- he just couldn’t be more wrong about you.”

Mulder wished he could bottle up the way he felt about his partner and give it to her so she could take it in and feel all the warm, joyful wonderfulness about herself that that jerk had just tried to strip from her.

The way her smile made Mulder’s insides feel like jelly and her witty remarks filled him with a boyish glee and how she made him feel safe and valued and happy. How her ass in those suit pants had instigated some embarrassing situations for Mulder who attempted to hide the way his body responded to her in numerous situations. How he thought of the smell of her hair as he was falling asleep -- floral with notes of almond. How he had hoped beyond hope that she and Ethan would break up.

But not like this. He would do anything to take this night away from her.

Scully sniffled and stumbled, and Mulder grabbed her waist. He had forgotten amid all the chaos how much she’d had to drink. Maybe she wouldn’t remember much?

Probably wishful thinking.

Scully burrowed her head into Mulder’s chest and groaned again.

“Muller, God, this is SO HUMILIATING,” Scully said.

“I -- well -- yeah,” Mulder said, combing her hair with his fingers. “But it was more embarrassing for him, Scully, really. He looked like a total ass. He was drunk! He looked crazy! You didn’t do anything wrong, Scully, he just -- I mean to say those things --”

Scully groaned a third time.

“Muller,” she whispered. “Do you believe him? You b’lvhim, dontchyoo?”

Mulder pulled back to look Scully in the eye.

“Scully, of course not,” Mulder said. “You’re not an Ice Queen. You’re compassionate and kind and caring, and you always take care of other people, and your heart is so big and you’re generous with your time and considerate and thoughtful and --”

He could tell how much it bothered her when people in the bureau called her that. She didn’t let it show, but she always seemed withdrawn afterward when someone snickered it behind her back. He can’t believe she opened up to Ethan about it and this is how he repaid her for getting a slice of her rare vulnerability. It would be so hard for her trust again, he was sure.

Scully’s eyebrows knitted together, confused.

“No, not that, Muller,” she said, garbling her words. “The....other thing.... he said....Do you -- I mean...do you b’lvhim?”

Mulder looked down at her in confusion. The other thing he said?

Scully sighed and threw her head back into Mulder’s chest

“That I’m a bad lay?” Scully whispered into Mulder’s shirt, barely audible, her cheeks coloring again.

Mulder’s mouth dropped.

“Muller, I swear, I just wasn’t really into Ethan,” Scully protested. “He was so boring in bed. I’m not even sure he ever made me finish -- like really finsh, y’know? I would just die if you thought that I -- I mean, when you and I have done it in my dreams before it’s been so good and I know that if we ever do -- I mean...Muller....I...”

Mulder looked down at Scully with a tender smile on his face. He knew her sober self would be taping her mouth shut with duct tape right about now, but he couldn’t deny how hearing Scully admit to sex dreams with him made him go hard in a way he wish he could help right now because he felt like kind of a creep, like he was taking advantage of Scully in a really vulnerable moment.

But the body couldn’t help what it wanted.

“Scully,” Mulder said. “That guy is a complete moron. You are without a doubt the hottest woman I have ever known. Anyone with eyes can see that. Of course I don’t believe him. And I promise nobody else does, either.”

“I don’t care what anybody else thinks,” Scully slurred, her voice low and gravelly.

Mulder gulped, trying to lean back and keep Scully from feeling how hard he was getting.

“But, Muller, he was right about one thing,” Scully said.

Mulder raised his eyebrows curiously.

“I did put that dress on for someone else,” Scully said, her eyes twinkling through the lightning bolts of red blood vessels.

“You did?” Mulder asked, his puppy dog eyes gleaming back.

“Yeah,” Scully said. “Maybe you’ll get to see it now that -- Hey, Muller! I’m single! I’m free!”

Scully threw her arms up in celebration and locked them around Mulder’s neck while he chuckled.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Mulder saw an idea form in Scully’s head and set in motion too fast for her sober self to beat back.

“Muller, everyone is gonna be talkingboutme at the office,” Scully said, robotically, while she thought through her plan.

Mulder nodded slowly. They were. There was no use lying about it.

“I’m so sorry, Scully,” Mulder said. “But how about this. I’ll find us an X-File -- one that will take us somewhere far away all week. Maybe even two! Who knows! Just you and me and - “ Mulder cleared his throat “Maybe that dress? And by the time we get back, everyone will have talked it out of their system? And we can just go back to them mocking us behind our backs like the usual civilized citizens of the FBI’s most unwanted?”

Scully smiled.

“OK,” she said. “We candothat. I have an idea, too, though.”

This time it was Scully who grabbed Mulder’s hand and led him back through the alleyway.

She burst through the back door and back into the bar where it seemed the commotion had died down and someone crooned Sixpence None the Richer.

“Lift your open hand /Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance/ Silver moon's sparkling/ So kiss me”

Scully led Mulder to the center of the bar and planted her lips on his, wrapping her arms around Mulder’s neck for a deep, sensual kiss that had been building and building and crescendoed into something fireworks-worthy.

The room erupted into “ooohs” and murmurs again, but it all fell away for the two partners who were locked in as intimate embrace as one can be when kissing in front of all one’s coworkers in a karaoke bar.

Breathless, Scully finally pulled away and met Mulder’s bulging eyes with a mischevious smile.

She stood on her tippy toes, pressing her weight into Mulder’s firm body, and whispered into his ear “Let’s give them something else to talk about.”

Mulder pulled her closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear: “When we do what we do in your dreams, I promise I’ll make you finish.”

#the x files #xfiles #the xfiles #txf #mulder #scully #msr #fluff #ust #xfiles fanfic #txf fanfic #fan fic #mulder and scully #scully and mulder #dana katherine scully #fox mulder #myfic

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : "Salamander" by Yoshitaka Amano last song you listened to : Gold and Bones by Friday Pilots Club currently reading : There is a copy of The Brothers Karamazov languishing on my night stand for months that i'm shamefully yet to open. That counts, right? last show : The Sandman what are you wearing right now : Dark red trousers, an FF8 t-shirt, and a black shirt piercings / tattoos? : my ADHD ass has had my ears pierced in the exact same place 3 times, but they are closed and will probably remain that way glasses ? contacts? : nope, my eyes are good last thing you ate? : pepper lunch (japanese beef rice on a hotplate) favorite color(s) : mint green do you have a crush right now? : does it still count as a crush if it's been 7 years? favorite fictional character : (rolling out my list of killer blonds, sad old men, and little freaks) erwin smith (snk, character of all time tbh), kakashi (naruto), kotetsu kaburagi (tiger & bunny), james t kirk (star trek), will graham (hannibal), Magneto (x men), Quina Quen (ffix), Auron (ffx), Ocelot (MGS), Phosphophyllite (Houseki no Kuni), Ebisu (Dorohedoro) and of course. ALL OF THE WONDERFUL CHARACTERS WRITTEN BY MY FRIENDS

About the Writer

Favorite time of year: Summer Comfort food: i'm gonna be basic and say ice cream Favorite desserts: tiramisu is good Things you collect: I collect daruma and things with piske & usagi on them. Favorite drink: iced tea (chinese/taiwanese/thai kind) Favorite musical artist: honestly it depends on the day of the week. But ones that always slap; Ghost, Arctic Monkeys, IDKHOW, The Happy Fits, Fall Out Boy, Caravan Palace, Daft Punk, Eve, Saint Motel, MAMAMOO Last song you listened to: Fireside by Arctic Monkeys Last movie you watched: John Wick 4 @ cinema Last series you watched: The Sandman Series you’re currently watching: True Blood, Hell's Paradise (anime) Current obsession: Planet Zoo and the growing urge to chop all my hair off Dream place to visit: Japan, Switzerland A place you’ve been that you want to go back to: Italy Something you want: my inspiration to return from war Currently working on: absolutely nothing bc lately my brain is mashed potato

tagged by: @nezumivc103221 & @distopea

#ooc #( ;mun things )#( meme ; game )#i don't usually like to reveal too much personal stuff about myself but. these questions are pretty harmless #still??? god knows what vibes this is giving

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Ok rapid fire

Jojo Pose by Apollo Fresh ;)))

The Joestars in general: Light em up x Radioactive by Exostomp Music, Sinners by Barns Courtney, Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney, Legacy by THINKTANK, Cannonball by 8 Graves, Children of the Stars by Bella Goldwin x Oliver Lie (they're the joeSTARS), Revolution by The Score, Larger Than Life by pinkzebra, Industry Baby by Lil Nas X, Red by Aviators (acoustic version), STAR WALKIN' by Lil Nas X, We Rise by Aviators

Golden WInd: Gansta's Paradise by Coolio

Stardust Crusaders: Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears, Around The World by Daft Punk

Diamond is Unbreakable: No Lullaby by Siames

Jonathan: House of Memories by Panic At The Disco (him towards Dio if that makes sense), Warriors by Imagine Dragons, Witness the Masterpiece by GANYOS (man carries the whole joestar legacy on his back), Warrior Spirit by Samuel Day, FALLEN LEAVES by Miracle of Sound

Joseph: World at our feet by Timmy Trumpet, Can I Get A Witness by Sonreal

Jotaro: Crossfire by Stephen (all the shit that happened in sdc), In My Zone by Moody Mourad (his self reliance), Horizon by Amongst Wolves (Dio's influence over his whole life+his trauma), Ghost of You by Charlie PS (more dio trauma), Hey Brother by Avicii, I Am a Stone by Demon Hunter, Dead Weight by BRKN LOVE, Tough Guy by BENEE, Godhunter by Aviators (he kills Dio, which means "god in italian so), Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys (vibes), Freight Train by Smash Into Pieces

Josuke: Die Young by Kesha, La La La by Area 21, Listen Up! by Excuses Excuses

Giorno: Dare To Dream by Glow Beets (I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream,), Tidal Wave by Portugal. The Man (he turned the entire mafia in italy on it's head in a week)

Jolyne: Angels by Vicetone, THAT BITCH by Bea Miller (could work for Ermes as well), Hell No! by Mel Senese, Deal With It by Ashnikko (her avoidance of marriage to Anasui lul), Mother's Daughter by Miley Cyrus, Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

Dio: Making Love To the Dead by Beginners, Applause by Lady Gaga, Rituals by Jiovanni Daniel, Vampire by Lazyboy Empire, Bad by Royal Deluxe, Villain by Garvie, Liar by Jake Daniels, Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land by Marina, Oh No! by Marina, Villain by K/DA, Good To Be Bad by CRMNL, Phonky Town by PlayaPhonk (dio walk), The Cult Of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, Supernatural by Barns Courtney, Babylon by Dirt Poor Robins, Brad Pitt by COIN, The Rose That Poisoned The Ground by El Misti (he fucked up the entire joestar family), I'm Back by Royal Deluxe (him coming back in part 3), Forevermore by Ghost Nation, Don't You Dare Forget The Sun by Get Scared, The Greatest by REACH (there's a lyric which goes "the one with the greatest seed" and dio has like four kids lmao), Hypnotized by Set It Off (the flesh buds)

Wammu: Eye of The Storm by Watt White

(no Esidisi bc I don't know enough about his character)

Kars: Black Mambo by Glass Animals (vibes really), La Espada by Eternal Raijin, Bird by Joh Yoban

Kira: Slavonic Epoch by Tombstone (repairing the mistake he made of letting the enemy know his identity and fixing it), Houdini by AViVA (mans barely escaped getting killed. and he's insane), Hey Brother by Jakob Samuel ("your secret's well protected" "and the ghost under your bed so far away" "the devil's coming"), Faith by Karen Aoki ( ;) )

Diavolo: Dark Red by Steve Lacy (his paranoia towards getting his identity discovered), Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister (mentions the devil and he "plays dirty" by almost killing his own daughter to make sure no one finds out his identity)

Pucci: Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga, Preaching To The Choir by Alex Runo (he is literally a priest), Honey I'm Home by GHOST (religion in like. an evil way), Devil by Alex Runo (more religion), Creature by Half Alive, The Beast by Old Caltone (heavy religious vibes), Preach by SAINT MOTEL, Babylon by Dirt Poor Robins, My Church by Aviators (he is religious), Lust For A Vampyr by I Monster (dio follower)

Speedwagon: One Way Mirror by Christopher Kenji (mans literally had BLADES IN HIS HAT he was so inventive and had a lot of tricks up his sleeve)

Caesar: Rise Up by Smash Into Pieces (reminds me of how his life was cut short and he spent his last moments to help Joseph win), Put In The Time by Future Royalty (he put his all into hamon training), Curses by The Crane Wives (the zeppeli curse), All That Glitters by Earl (vibes ONLY), Skyfall by Adele, Blossom by Reckless Jacks

Kakyoin: Skin and Bones by Cage the Elephant, Brothers by SIAMES (his first friends with the sdc were like his brothers), Washing Machine Heart by Mitski (this song has the vibes of something dying too young), Take The Fall by JAXSON GAMBLE ( he dies to help the crusaders), Mountain Sound by Of Monsters And Men, Skyfall by Adele (both Caesar and Kakyoin get this song ok), It's All Happening by SAINT MOTEL, Cherry's Bent by STRAINJER (cherry), All Comes Crashing by Metric, Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage (kakyoin as a child being alone, and probably hoping to be surrounded by people that understood him)

Avdol: Exposed by Matt Fees, Pheonix by Fall Out Boys (fire, he basically came back to life), Fire by Barns Courtney, Grumpy Sun by Shannon Clark & the Sugar (vibes again)

Polnareff: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, Enchante by Dirt Poor Robins, When Honor Dies by Miracle of Sound

Okuyasu: Losemyhead by littleDEATH, Bang by Sir Sly

Koichi: Stockholm Syndrome by Sofia Karlberg

Bruno: River by BRKN LOVE (it has his vibes ok), White Lies by Max Frost (him to Diavolo), Dance with the Devil by Fame Cartel (the devil...LIKE DIAVOLO?)

Abbacchio: Hurt by Oliver Tree, Lovely by Billie Eilish BUT the cover by Beneath My Skin, Cold World by 8 Graves, Bittersweet by The Galactic Effect

Naranchia: D.A.N.C.E. by Justice (you know why)

Mista: All Eyes On You by Smash Into Pieces, Kick by Saint Chaos, Bullet by SAINT MOTEL, Roses Or Blood by Actice Captive

Trish: High Waist To Hell by Cloudy June, Bubblegum Bitch by Marina And The Diamonds

Fugo: Go To War by Nothing More (shows his anger AND Fugo was originally supposed to be an enemy spy), Bad Faith by 8 Graves

Ermes: Deal With It by Ashnikko (look it fits her too ok. it has her sass), Might Heart by Acid Arcade, My Time To Shine by UPSAHL, YES MOM by Tessa Violet, Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

F.F.: Wait A Minute! By Willow Smith (vibes), Jackpot by TheFatRat (more vibes), Bad Things by NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS

Weather Report: Better Off Dead by 8 Graves (him after getting his memories back), New Depression by Mark Doucette (also him after getting his memories back), Lost by Ghost Nation (his memories are lost), Rain by Grandson (rain), Veteran of the Psychic Wars (he had his memories stolen which had a lot of trauma a stuff)

Anasui: Destination Unknown (the music video is explicit and when Anasui breaks out of prison he just follows Weather Report lmao), Beggin' by Maneskin, Come Back Down by Trevor Something (him to jolyne lmao)

Emporio: Saviour by Jennings Couch (him basically getting together the whole squad to save the day), Ship In A Bottle by Steffan Argus (survivor's guilt after watching all his friends die after failing to protect them), GOD OF FAILURE by WITCHZ (survivor's guilt again)

Songs I don't know what to do with but go somewhere: Eye For An Eye by 8 Graves, Freaks by Timmy Trumpet, Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier (I honestly just really love this song and feel as if it could fit someone in this list that is like...addicted to something and that's like their flaw or something. Maybe Dio with power), C'est La Vie by Weathers, Moonshine by Caravan Palace, Hold On by Unknown Chapters, Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison, Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant, What, Me Worry? by Portugal. The Man, Menace by Rezz, The Wolf by Siames, After Midnight by Darren Day, Devil by Twice is Nice, Crash And Burn by Unlike Pluto, Bones by Imagine Dragons, One In The Same by BRKN LOVE, Let There Be Fire by Aviators

there's more characters I could've done but like it took literal hours to get all this so...anyway. lemme know what you think :)))

-ffa

I am in awe and absolute terror of your power because anon how the every living fUCK DID YOU FIT THAT MANY CHARACTERS I A SINGLE ASK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

#my guy what the absolute fuck(positive)#I can't even tag everyone there's too many-#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #sb answers #ffa anon

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The Adventure of the Unquiet Dead

Nora and Trystan are sent on an infidelity case on Halloween and they are completely unprepared, for there are tax-fraud committing-ghosts, scheming poltergeists and a grave that isn't supposed to be there.

Featuring: Nora Rose, Trystan Thorne from Crimes of Passion

Word Count: 2.5k | No Warnings/Teen |

🎵 Listen to Chattering Nuns as heard on Good Omens.

A/N: First of the many case fics to come :) And this time, it is Spooky Season-themed.

It was your classic “infidelity” case. Tricia “Tracey” May was convinced her husband of twelve years, Roy May was cheating on her. Roy was last seen with the company of a younger woman several weeks ago and Tricia had proof, but it wasn’t enough to bring her husband to justice. She’d also mentioned he’d left abruptly on a “work-related” sabbatical of some kind and ever since she’d seen the scathing incident of her husband-who-might-not-be-her-husband next to a different woman who wasn’t her and she hadn’t heard from him ever since.

Now, this case was interesting from the others, because not only did it cross the boundaries into a “missing persons” scenario, but it was equally thought-provoking, because the paperwork trail and the phone messages led Trystan and Nora down a long winding road through hurdles, pathways and other unexpected jolts of danger, before turning left and pouring into the St. Mark Cemetery which was under the throes of Halloween. Squashed between two gravestones was a jack-o-lantern, which was a perfect way to honour both Marsha Arnold (1952-2022) and Cynthia Arnold (1954-2021), who were either sisters or married wives.

“Here he is! Aha! Found him! Roy Gerald Scott May, born 1979, died 2022. Rest in paradise.”

“That’s his name? Roy Gerald Scott May?” Nora stifled a laugh.

“I checked with Luke Watanabe’s records and everything’s where it is supposed to be.”

“So-- we’re dealing with a dead man. Interesting.” Nora rubbed her palms together, a devilish smirk occupying her facial expressions. “Dead men! I love the dead! So quiet-- but the actual problem is, according to Luke’s internet scavenging, Roy should’ve been in a motel in Brooklyn and he has indeed, taken a sabbatical. Now, Tracey is convinced Roy would be seeing this mystery woman there, because that’s what cheating spouses do, don’t they? Just bury the mistake.”

“He quite literally buried his mistake.” Trystan pointed at the gravestone. “The birthday, name, everything’s accurate.”

“Looks like a fresh gravestone. I’d -- you’re not supposed to lick it!”

“I agree. It appears to be straight from the manufacturer’s.” Trystan felt the bland sawdust-like taste on his tongue, before swallowing it with some warranted difficulty. “Tastes synthetic, almost. It can’t possibly be a gravestone. We’ve seen this happen in Drakovia. Lots and lots of times. The only way to dishonour someone long after their passing would be to put up a non-authentic grave stone. One made of, say, papier mache.”

“Well, it can’t be.”

“Only one way to--”

“We are not digging that grave! We’d get mud everywhere and do you want those gravekeepers to yell at us and send anonymous threats via the post? Plus-- there’s always the horror. There are maggots in that thing, isn’t it?”

“Maggots, Maggots. What’s the difference? We’d just have to find a proper shovel and--”

“What we are going to do now is--” Nora squared her shoulders and gave him a proper disapproving look, wanting to look as disapproving as her mother when she brought home an A rather than an A-Plus on her fractions test in third grade. “-- go through the records. That’s exactly where we’d notice small discrepancies. Mulling over the scene of the -- well, Not-Crime isn’t going to help one bit. There’s a cathedral right there. They’d have records for this sort of happening, right?”

“Of course. Cathedrals keep lots of records and don’t they have those scheming nuns?”

“You’ve been reading. And no, nuns work in coventries.”

“Just a little. I promise it is a wonderful book.”

“Well, don’t accuse them of that! We both know what happened to Mr and Mrs Reading.”

“Ah. The Reading Case. Wasn’t pleasant, no. But we got out of it alive and look at us now!”

The St. Mark cathedral was quite extravagant, with the tall ceilings and the stained glass windows of Jesus Christ depicted in various forms. Along the narrow hallway leading up to the prayer chamber, they spotted a nun walking down with a book in her hand.

“My God, you are right. But why have nuns here?”

“It’s a strange church.”

“That isn’t a proper reason.”

“Detective, you’re a detective. How many cases have you solved with “proper reasoning and a step-by-step analysis”, huh? You remind me of one of those annoying petulant pig-tailed children in a schoolhouse, raising their hand and shouting the answer regardless of how correct their logic really is. Sometimes you have to put some faith in the strangeness, how fictitious it can be.”

Nora lightly punched him in the arm.

“Ouch! Now, that wasn’t very nice.”

The two exchanged a brief grin, as if Trystan was indeed right and Nora should loosen up a little. Now, flirting is a rather polarised concept, because despite being hailed as a “throttle” of some kind to the “space shuttle” that is playground romances, it isn’t very well-received in cathedrals. You can imagine the nun’s horror, approaching the two of them; the black-haired one exerting violence on the dark-blonde one and them exchanging a chuckle as if only they knew what it meant.

“Hello. Erm- is there something I can help you two with?”

“Hello to you too! We are looking for records of this man who might be dead, but he’s also alive at the same time. Quantum leaps, tunnels and so on. Long story, but I promise we are not joking. This remarkable woman here is a private detective and I’m obviously a very well-known former Prince. You might have seen my name prop up in the tabloids.”

“I have seen you! You’re Jimmy Rose’s daughter, aren’t you? Oh, how are you dear?”

“I’ve been better.”

“But--” Trystan started.

“Jimmy was everything. I remember when he was just a little rogue college boy! He’d come here often and help us out with the fundraisers. Oh, how I wish he’d just lived a little longer to see us throw this year’s Christmas Eve celebrations! We’re getting a big tree -- from Europe! Europe! And there’s going to be a high-tea breakfast, brunch and so many other wonderful things included. How I desperately wish he was alive to see the lighting!”

There was a brief pause, where Nora spent several awkward seconds staring dead and cold right into the nun’s dark brown eyes.

“I was named The New York Whisperer’s Most Commendable Person of the Year.”

The nun let out a little chuckle. “That’s nice dear. Anyway, what are you here for, Jimmy Rose’s Daughter?”

“As Trystan put it, we need to see some records of the cathedral’s graveyard. It’s vitally important.”

“Ah. Records. I’ve been there too. There’s always this one aching thing--”

While Nora looked quite unfazed by the nun’s long monologue about her father, possibly trying to conclude to her own deductions inside her machined head, Trystan had a rather different approach to things, thanks to his experiences living for nearly twenty two years in the Land Where The Baltic Dragon Rests. Drakovia, albeit being a country full of uptight rule-followers with a strict monarchy, was also equally a country full of liars, crooks and swindlers and in order to carry out a murder-escape successfully, there were only seven or so methods to enforce it.

Trystan had carefully studied robberies in the past, mostly due to boredom and being stuck in his fancy “chambers” with nothing to watch on TV and he’d become somewhat of a half-crook himself; except he was trying to fight the bad, so maybe he wasn’t all that terrible after all.

The first was “handling” the object in question, whether it be a grave full of treasures or a rotten corpse in the back of someone’s truck. Taking the object wherever one went would be one of the many ways one could swiftly climb the Crook Corporate Ladder.

Second, “quick disposal”. Drakovia was a country situated in the mountains, so there were plenty of places to ditch and run and start a new life.

Third, “theft”. Theft is commonly defined as “obtaining something without someone’s permission” and it was an easy rule to break, because at some point in everyone’s lives, everyone would’ve taken something without someone’s permission and was quite prevalent among big cheats.

The fourth method involved “strategically moving it away”, as in taking a big chest of illegal treasure and moving it to an unincorporated place where Drakovia had no jurisdiction. Hence, they can never impose their laws on a land they haven’t occupied. (This has led to many sleepless nights for the Drakovian Border Architects redrawing borders and claiming several pieces of land as recklessly as they could, in an attempt to stop crime they dubbed, “The Buried Treasure Offence”)

The fifth called for “deception” of the highest order. Ultimately, the law enforcement officials were just people in the end and it was very, very easy to fool people into thinking something has happened, when really, it hasn’t.

The sixth, “misdirection” (also commonly referred to as Fifth’s Twin Sister) employed several tactics to stray the Law away from the Crook’s hidden moves. Sort of like an overcomplicated, unnecessary-detailed chess gambit, except it almost always succeeded in the end. Whether be it framing someone else for the murder of their fiancee, the crooks thought of everything, really.

The Seventh, also called “the switch” is the replacement of something else with something else. For example, during the 90s, a rogue team of bandits broke into the Royal Treasury and apparently stole nothing. Except they did and left a massive portion of chocolate coins covered in gold paper to fool the guards. It was funny until King Maksim imposed a nation-wide ban on “things that look like one thing but aren’t that thing” which led to a children-led walkout from schools.

Anyway, there were only seven ways to become a crook and it didn’t matter if you were a small-time fraud in Drakkos or a big-time thief in New York. Crooks always marched the same way, along to the same beat and to the same rhythm. And both Nora and Trystan operated under the assumption that Roy May was a big old crook.

Now, what did Roy May really do? It was a simple answer actually:

Roy May didn’t do anything, because he was already dead for several months now.

So as these two brilliant “detectives” decided to listen to the nun’s long speech, waiting for the prospect of those records; Trystan being wonderfully great at remembering things but not knowing how to apply them and Nora being good at applying things and remembering things, but confusing them because they tied up to form an impenetrable knot that required a quantum computer to sort it out, let us take a look at what really happened.

It started with Tracey May, grieving the death of her “husband” in the month of September; somewhere close to the end.

In order for a New York courthouse to process all that death information, it took them precisely one-and-a-half months, because New York is a densely populated city if you already didn’t know and getting paperwork done was akin to queuing for coffee, because by the time you’re at the front of the line, you have aged at least ten years.

So Tracey had to do something.

The first thing she did was employ handling the task, which typically involved “grieving wife behaviour”. First, she registered her husband’s passing, filled several forms, prepared the coffin ready to go and did everything she could. But unfortunately, it was nearing October, which was very, very close to the freezing season. Funerals are often best suited for the spring, which explained why Ben’s Amazing Graveyard Supplies closed for the entirety of the Halloween season (thanks to rogue teenagers getting them and scaring their friends and thus, depleting actual people in need of Amazing Graveyard Supplies of resources.)

So she had to resort to blatant theft, grabbing her neighbour’s paper-mache gravestone decoration, sending it out for some carving work and thus, couriering it to the cathedral for arrangements. (Her neighbour was extremely normal that way. Halloween decorations, three whole weeks before the thirty-first? See? Normal behaviour.)

Then, she employed strategically moving the problem away and quick disposal at the same time. One quick funeral later with just one priest present, Tracey was done. However, it wasn’t the most profitable outcome of all the outcomes. The funeral cost enough and now she couldn’t afford that beach house she’d wanted. And she had a long list of things too; from sun-hats to dresses, she wanted the dream.

By then, it had been a week already and the New York Courthouse still hadn’t processed the information. So Tracey looked into her book and searched for the next best thing: deception.

“Hello!” she’d called Phone One. “Please book a reservation on behalf of my husband! Yes! It is apparently a sabbatical. His name is Roy. Thank you!”

“Hi!” she’d called Phone Two. “Clarie’s Boutique? Oh lovely! Can you send a couple of low-cut dresses please? Pictures, yes! I’ll be visiting in a few days, it is my bachelorette party soon. Yes! Oh sure! Just send them over to this number! Preferably a model wearing it. It’s not opera season yet, but I’ll drop by Sydney whenever I can!”

“Bonjour, Pierre!” she’d called Phone Three. “Pierre, I have a huge favour to ask. My sister-in-law can’t make it to our big wedding, so I need you to help me crop her picture and put it up next to my husband’s. It’s the only thing I can do for him, hoping it’d be of some consolation. Yeah-- just a hugging pose will do fine! I want to frame it for him! Thank you! And of course I’ll visit Paris soon!”

“Attorney Ives? This is Tricia.” she’d called Phone Four. “My husband cheated on me and has run away. I’ve tried contacting him but he’s never here. I’ve done so many favours for him, loved him and cherished him to the point of metaphorical suffocation. Can I sue him for emotional damage?”

By this time, we're at Week Two. Now, any valid sane person would go, "Come on! Court stuff takes at least weeks and weeks to process!" and you might be right, but Tricia, engaging in several methods of fraud (that won't be spoken of here, as to not inspire anyone to commit several degrees of income fraud), managed to successfully pull it off.

Now, you might also be wondering, “But this isn’t possible! Roy May is dead! He can’t show up!” but according to the New York Courthouse, he is actually alive, until the Suited-Up people intervene and verify his death. And Tricia is one smart woman who moves fast. So what happens when the defendant ignores several court summons? You, the plaintiff, gets everything. Well not “everything”, because “things” are finite-- things, but the point is, you get what you asked for, after lying, cheating, swindling and stealing.

Then again you might also, also wonder, “But that’s stupid! Tricia could’ve just taken things from her husband’s bank account! She’s his surviving partner.” and though, yes, everything could’ve been avoided, it wasn’t simply enough for Tricia. Getting his money was one thing. Getting even more compensation was another and though Roy was dead, his family wasn’t.

So, thanks to legal deception and pulling off several shenanigans, Tricia now owned everything- the May Family Estate, the entirety of the May Family’s wealth, their horses, everything, because the court ruled it was a perfectly reasonable demand and she did have Attorney Ives, who was the best crook in the business.

Before the Mays could accuse her of fraud, Tricia knew she required even more proof. The court bought into her shenanigans because of the one advantage she had: the defendant wasn’t present to make his case. But the Mays weren’t stupid (they were). They demanded to see the papers and try to settle the matter internally. So Tricia consulted the best consulting detective agency in the business.

“Hi. I’m a terribly lonely woman whose husband has cheated on me. Here is his information.” she’d called Phone Five. “Thank you, Detective Rose.”

It was inching closer and closer to the dreaded Two-Month milestone, which meant Roy would legally be declared dead on paper. But Tricia had one thing Roy didn’t: a life. And money. “Lots and lots of moneyyy!” as she put it.

The final move in her long gambit was the misdirection followed by the switch.

“Hello, Sister Mary! Hi! You’ll soon be meeting a woman!” she’d rung up Phone Six. "And she is Jimmy Rose's daughter! Yes, so incredibly traumatised. You should ask her about it, talk about the Church's Trauma Programs. Oh Sister Mary, you are the absolute best! She is very -- very traumatised. Needs a lot of help. Yes. Thank you!"

So as you can clearly see, while Detective Nora Rose and her expert partner, Trystan Thorne were both caught up with the chattering nun, Tricia May bid a fond, permanent farewell to New York, grabbed the next flight en route to Sydney for the Autumn Opera Season on the 31st of October.

Sometimes Halloween is unpredictable that way.

A/N: Inspired by this specific magic trick performed by Penn and Teller on their show, Penn & Teller: Fool Us. Go watch it! It is just, mind-blowingly amazing.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece! This one, specifically was a 3-AM Project, so if I sound weird, it is probably my stupid head acting up again. And if I get any bit of legality wrong, that is on me. So if I ever got it wrong, just let me know!

This is one of those cases which Nora & Trystan are both unable to solve. They eventually do solve it in the coming months, but the perpetrators are gone by then, so there really is no use barking up a tree that's already uprooted itself and had run away.

The title is a reference to a Doctor Who episode, which is coincidentally, very Halloween-themed, featuring ghosts from other dimensions and Charles Dickens.

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