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ravenelyx · 1 year

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Apple Of My Eye - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Fluff, headaches, Sebastian is concerned in true Sebastian-fashion

Summary: You've been getting headaches for a while - far too long for Sebastian’s comfort, and he can't help but worry.

A/N: another indulgent work - enjoy <3

Masterlist

You can find the full fanfic on ao3 as well <3

Ominis' version

Sebastian was positively, utterly, completely freaking out.

Sitting on the couch in the Common Room, he stared at the fireplace musingly, his hand tapping rhythmically on the armrest. He was pretty sure Ominis was on the verge of grabbing that hand and severing it from his wrist if he didn't stop soon.

He didn't care.

The only thought swirling in his mind was her — and how, just a few minutes before they had parted ways, she had pressed two fingers on her forehead, wincing slightly.

Sebastian couldn't stand it anymore.

He had spent the past two weeks with her, studying together for their upcoming N.E.W.T.s, carrying her books around, soothing her with small kisses whenever she began to rub her tired eyes, and watching helplessly as she took painkillers after painkillers. He had tried to reason with her and tell her that taking so many potions everyday wouldn't be good for her health in the long run, but she wouldn't have it, insisting that she was fine. It broke his heart.

"Sebastian, if you don't mind, can you still your hand or have you suddenly caught that one muggle disease that won't let you stop moving?" He heard Ominis' sarcastic voice next to him, and it snapped him from his thoughts.

"Perhaps I did catch that," the brunet grunted back.

Sebastian's movements didn't cease as his friend dearly wished, and the blond only sighed tiredly, muttering a few curses under his breath as he stood up.

"Well then, I hope you recover soon," the boy snarked sarcastically and walked away.

Sebastian's eyes didn't move from the fireplace, his skin tingling with the impelling need to find her again and drag her to the bloody Hospital Wing to make her better. Whatever her problem was, he would find a solution to it, even if he had to swim to the moon and back for a mere hint.

"Screw it!" He suddenly muttered, jumping up and storming out of the Common Room, not caring that curfew was near and he would probably get them both into trouble.

"Come with me," he declared once he saw her, ignoring the usual good manners and, above all, saccharine talk he only reserved for her.

"Sebastian?" She asked, surprised at both his presence and his unusually harsh tone. "Is there something wrong?"

"Don't act like you don't know," he spat, and she flinched for a second, before registering the subtle, underlying worry in his tone.

"Is this about my headaches again?" She crossed her arms and shifted her weight on one leg. "I already told you, I'm fi–"

"Don't you dare," he interrupted, walking closer to her and placing his hands on her arms. Given his tone and the words he had just spoken, she had expected him to grab her and drag her to the Hospital Wing rather harshly. But his hands were soft, his touch gentle as he guided her closer to his body. "Tell me the truth. Why? Why do you get them so often?"

Her eyes softened at the distress in his gaze, and she lifted her hands to cup his cheeks.

"It's just my eyes, Sebastian. I… I think I've been studying too much, and my eyes are always tired," she sighed, tracing circles on his cheeks with her thumbs.

"But how do you know it's about your eyes? It could be something else," he retorted, shifting even closer, the concern unwavering in his eyes.

"I feel it. I recognise the pain," she explained. "It's directly behind my eyes, and it increases the more I use them."

"Then close them," he pointed out, and placed his palm on her eyes to cover them like a blindfold.

She laughed and gently moved his hand away. "Look, I'll stop taking so many potions if that's what worries you–"

"But then you'll be in pain," he protested, interwining his fingers with hers. "I'm sure there is a way to kill two birds with one stone."

She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes slightly twitching every now and then when the brightness of the torches around them felt overwhelming. He noticed and moved his body to shield her from the light.

"Sleep," she mumbled. "Going to sleep helps… but it has to be a deep sleep, not like a slumber, more like — from a nap upwards, in a scale of sleep…"

His eyes fleeted over her face and then moved to the ceiling, as if expecting the old stone to morph into a pyramid scheme of resting protocol.

"Then let's go to sleep."

"Wha–" she had no time to protest as he tightened his grip on her hand and began to guide her to his Common Room.

"Sebastian, wait–"

But it was no use: he walked all the way to the dungeons, making sure she would follow as his hand never left hers, and then through the door once they reached the entrance.

Her eyes widened once he aimed for the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

"Sebastian, I can't go in there, I–"

"You can and you will," he cut her words. "The stairs allow you to."

She bit her lip. "B-but–"

"You'll sleep. And I'll make sure of it," he pulled her closer, placing his palm on the small of her back once they reached the landing of his dorm and gently pushing her to the door, not stopping until they reached the bed.

He obviously gave her privacy as she changed — despite her having to wear his clothes to sleep as the suddenness of the situation made her completely unequipped — and then joined her once she was safe under the covers.

"Never hide from me again," he whispered, pressing two fingers on her forehead to rub soothing circles.

She only nodded, and he wrapped his arms around her, making sure she was comfortable as she rested her head in the curve of his shoulder.

He kept his touch light and soothing on her scalp and back until her breath evened and became soft and heavy.

"You'll feel so much better soon," he kissed her forehead, and joined her in sleep.

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masterofengene · 1 year

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♡&TEAM as boyfriends♡

This is just my personal opinion, but please share your thoughts! This is the first set of headcannons I've ever done so let me know what you think!

He's literally the sweetest boyfriend imaginable.

Bonus points if you're older than him

Please take care of him he's always taking care of his younger members. He deserves it.

His ideal date is definitely going on late night walks. Like super late, like around midnight.

But he will also do whatever date night you want, just give him the word.

As for PDA. He isnt the most affectionate... in public.

If the other members know about the relationship, he will hold your hand in front of them but that's about it.

But in private. Oh boy.

He's all for cuddles, please just let him wra you up in a blanket and hide away with you for the day.

He will not let you go.

His favorite kind of kisses? He loves when you kiss his cheek, it's just so innocent and it has a way of making him smile.

Likewise, he loves kissing the top of your head because the height difference. He loves wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you close just to kiss the top of your head

Fuma

PLEASE

Please hug him. As tight as you can. You could be shorter or the same height as him, maybe even taller.

Just whenever you see him, run at him and tackle him in the biggest hug you can muster.

His love language is physical touch so he's big on pda. He won't kiss you in front of his members because 'I'm mature' he would say

He would hold your hand, kiss your cheek, anywhere but your lips.

His idea of the best date is going out to a fancy restaurant where you need to dress up and need a reservation.

When you started dating, he started paying for anything you bought when you go out together

He doesn't care what it is. You are not gonna pick up your wallet when he is around.

Speaking of.

He's gonna carry your purse. Chivalry isn't dead.

He's thought of hybe making your relationship public, but he wants to keep you to himself a little longer.

You bring snacks for him and the members when they have dance practice.

You became the mom of the &team members.

I don't make the rules.

Nicholas

I can't explain it but Nicho is the kind of guy to call his partner babygirl/boy.

He's the type that all of his dates would be so chill and so laid back. Just go with the flow.

He's not he most hyper guy but he can still be alot to handle.

Speaking of handling. Pda.

He loves it. Literally he loves it almost as much as he loves you.

He's always gonna have an arm around you, his hand intertwined with yours.

When you two are alone, oh great heavens.

He won't put you down

If you two are cuddling and you want a snack. Good luck. You can't go alone. He's gonna pull you up into a hug and walk with you in his arms, not caring that the pair of you will bump into things on the way.

Seriously.

He fell first. He was the first to confess. The first to initiate the first kiss. He was the first to cry in front of you. He was the first to bring up making your relationship public.

He's so vulnerable with you take care of him

DEEP BREATH

he would be hesitant to confess because he has the habit to always think of the members before himself. He knew that if he told you, it could grow into a relationship.

A relationship could really do some damage to a newly debuted group, if it was made public one way or another.

But...he couldn't hide that lovesick look in his eyes when ever he looked at you.

The members were the ones who convinced him to confess. They couldn't stand anymore silent pining.

But when you guys get together... it was like yall had been dating for years

The rest of &team could always count on you to make EJ's day better.

Him teaching you korean if you didn't know it

You teaching him English.

Yall are the couple who wears matching outfits but not In that cringy way.

EJ who blushes when you kiss him in front of the members.

EJ who hides his face into your shoulder cause he got shy from their teasing afterwards.

You and Nicholas are now best friends...I don't make the rules.

Yuma

LETS GO MY BOY YUMA.

he's such a playful boyfriend.

He's such a tease.

You confessed. Shocking I know.

But you only confessed first because he was teasing you so much and you got frustrated. You guys had been mutually pining for such a long time.

You both knew you liked each other, you were just waiting for someone to say something.

But when he looked at you with that teasing smirk you couldn't help it, because you knew he knew.

So the "I like you!" That slipped out was almost an accident.

But after that. He took you out to the movies and you guys relaxed together before he asked you out, to be his.

When you said yes he texted the &team group chat and told them the news.

K jokingly barges in when he knows you Two are cuddles and yell "no babies for my babies."

The first time it happened you could have sworn you saw yuma's soul leave his body for a moment.

Please he's so shy

Even after you two make it official.

He is just so scared he could break you one way or another.

You're just so small compared next to him.

He doesn't have alot of experiences with love before you so he doesn't really know how to act or how to romance you but he knows for one that he wants to make you smile.

He accidentally confessed.

He meant to text harua... about how perfect you looked.

Instead you were the one who got it.

When you two cuddle, he holds you like you're made of glass.

His favorite position Is spooning because that way if he gets shy he can hide his face into your neck or look away where you can't see him.

He is still learning what pet names to use, so for now he will call you by name until he finds the perfect match for you.

You bet your ass you're going out to eat at least once a week.

Growing together.

Harua

You're the spitting image of perfection in his eyes. He literally could not think of anyone more beautiful than you.

He's so sweet to you. He opens the door for you, gives you his jacket if he notices you're cold.

He never confessed.

It was like one day you just looked into his eyes and suddenly you both just... knew.

The next day you were inseparable.

He helps pick out your outfits for dates. That's because he likes to surprise you. So if he has to tell you to dress warm in the middle of summer then it's no surprise he's gonna take you to the ice rink to skate.

When he knows you aren't feeling well, he calls his mom to ask for her advice.

You get close with maki and taki, often you three will be found bickering before harua pulls you away to spend time with him

You stay over at least once a week.

Seperate bed. Not his fault

Nicholas almost had an aneurysm when he walked in on you sleeping on haruas chest on the couch.

"No underage canoodling"

Taki

Everyone knows he has grown so much since i-land.

He's matured.

But as a downside he thinks way too much overthinking all of his actions.

He didn't want to ruin his friendship with you... not at all.

You had to confess to him. But the wide smile that appeared on his face couldn't lie.

You guys took a while to get together because you were in school and he was always busy.

But when you guys did, you were joined at the hip. You would spend as much time together as you could.

You would come by after class to sit in on his dance practice, handing him his water bottle as if you had been there all day.

...when he notices you're stressed he takes you out to dance in the rain. Neither of you even think that you could get sick

It's so therapeutic because you two had your first kiss in the rain, running back to the dorm in the rain after class.

Keeping your relationship secret to the public

Maki

You're his first and last love. (He hopes so at least)

You guys are too young to start planning a future together but he knows he wants you in it. In all of his future dreams he seems you there cheering him on

He had known his feelings for what feels like years so when he confess it was a simple I love you in German

"Ich liebe dich so sehr." After that you made it your sole purpose to learn at least basic German to figure out what that boy had uttered when he saw you fussing over your Hair and makeup.

It was 2 am when you figured it out a couple weeks later.

And you better believe you ran all the way to his dorm just to wake him up and say it back to him.

He teaches you german. Or tries to.

You guys speak in English alot together.

&team treats you like their little sister.

#&team fluff #&team maki #&team jo #&team taki #&team scenarios #&team nicholas #yuma &team #&team reactions #&team drabbles #&team fuma

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Right I need a good hurt/comfort fic cause my parental issues are kicking my ass atm. If you don't mind could you please write a Larissa weems x non-binary reader where r is a student (of legal age of course) where r and Larissa are in an established relationship but haven't taken the next step in their relationship yet. During parents weekend both of r's parents end up coming despite them being separated since r was a little kid so typically they take turns. This is the first time Larissa has properly gotten to meet them both and together so when r's dad shows up drunk and their mum's deadnaming them, larissa is concerned to say the least. Throughout the weekend it gets worse and they are both constantly and very loudly fighting about anything and everything while using r as their mediator. Larissa notices how different r is from their parents since r is very reserved and logical to the point of coming off as cold to people who don't know them well but before Larissa can think too hard about that r comes bursting into her office and immediately starts to kiss and undress her. Larissa is happy r wants to finally take the next step but is very confused at why now and why r is letting their emotions get the best of them so forces r to stop and talk to her. This leads to r breakdown in Larissa's arms (something she's never seen before) and explains that they can't handle their parents anymore and they just need Larissa to make r forget about them. Feel free to end it however you like, thank you!

Make me forget| h&c slight 18+

*Authors note~this fic has been haunting my brain bc I want to do it justice and I hope I have now that it's really ready to post.*

Trigger warnings~ non binary r family issues sexualising one's self, sex as a coping mechanism meltdowns drunk dad separated parents dead naming

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Parent's weekend was something you'd been anxious for now for the past week, your parents would attend for your youngest sibling Dahlia while having no idea that you taught here. Not only that but that you go by your chosen name not your dead name. They also weren't privy to the knowledge that you happened to be dating the principal. Larissa Weems loved you for what you are on the inside, not the name you were born with or what gender you resonate with. You are you, and that's why she loved you. Together you both knew what it felt like to be misunderstood for what you are and that's why you would always try to prevent these things occurring in Nevermore Academy.

Larissa knew of your sister, but your sister had yet to stumble across you, you'd actively been dodging her since her arrival. So we one safe kiss of reassurance you both headed down to begin parents weekend. Your mother was first to arrive, as emotionless as she always was until she laid eyes on Dahlia, only when she caught sight of you did her eyes darken in anger and she muttered, "Lia? Who's that thing over there?" Ouch, but before she could even turn to see you, your dad came stumbling through the gates, three sheets to the wind. Truly nothing had changed here.

As a child you spent every week bouncing from house to house and parent to parent but neither provided you with the love and care you deserved. Your dad was always drunk or hungover, there's no middle here. Your mother took things hard when you came out, refusing your new name, "I named you for a reason, that's your name! Not whatever monstrosity you came up with" her words stung, you spent ages souring the internet for the perfect name. And she didn't even hear what you choose, just dismissed you straight away.

Right away your parents are way to busy arguing to notice you approaching them until your sister screams you're new name and runs into your arms. "I missed you Lia bug" you murmured into her ear before whispering, "I work here now bug" which caused your sister to beam back at you. "What are you doing here?" Your mother almost snarled at you. Of course she dead named you. Your dad chirped in about how a creature like you shouldn't be working in schools where you influence children. After all he blamed your mother and she blamed him. You and Lia were always caught in the crossfire, just how it always has been.

By the end of the evening you'd had enough so you set off in search for your girlfriend. Barging in through her the mahogany doors and immediately stormed over to your unsuspecting love. You immediately gabbed the lapels of her blazer and smashed your lips to hers in a hurry, hands tugging at her clothing and your own in a desperate blind need to feel something, anything.

At first Larissa reciprocated the desire until she realised this felt wrong, you'd both spoke about how the first time together would go and this wasn't it so the fact you were trying to rip her dress from her body, you'd removed your own shirt before Larissa managed to brace her hands on your shoulders, "hey hey hey love, slow down darling slow down. Talk to me" she murmured as you attempted to avoid her gaze. Those words was all it took for you to start sobbing, "I'm sorry I'm sorry so so sorry I'm god sorry" over and over again as you collapsed.

As Larissa came to hold you after wrapping her blazer around you she began to realise just how much you were the opposite of your parents. You had never broken down like this before so whatever they did was clearly bothering you and it hurt her heart to see. "Can't do this they just Ris help make me feel. Please need to feel good please Ris make their words go away make it all better please." You mumbled over and over as you sobbed into her shoulder. A soothing hand rubbing circles on your back as you cried it out. Larissa promised herself here and now that she would never let your parents hurt you ever again. For the rest of the evening Larissa doted on, drew you a bath and got a some snacks, just held you and showered you in love and comforting words.

Word count~ 1085

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #larissa weems #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #weems #🫀 anon #requested fic

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redwayfarers · 10 months

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nika & romance

thinking abt that alia + romance thing @lavampira did and as it would seem that today is nika romance day (since it's all i can think about) so i'm taking inspo, i hope you don't mind <3

silvairre

minor crush back when he was in gridania. nothing truly exceptional. they're not really in contact anymore, although they bump shoulders sometimes.

minfilia

first love. when nika first joined the scions, he was largely aimless, aside from wanting new materials for his songs; minfilia gave him a sense of purpose, even if the key part - part where he too deeply cares for eorzea and does this out of selflessness - didn't really show up. they became friends, and eventually nika fell in love, though minfilia never really returned his feelings. instead, he was glad to simply serve wherever she sent him, and that was enough. her happiness was enough. unfortunately, by the end, nika started feeling used, yet nurtured his love for her for long enough to swallow his feelings on the matter.

his feelings may have even become more intense simply because he knew, deep down, that he had no chances with her. he never tried anything, never bothered her about it, it just floated unresolved for years before her death. she's still a sore spot, and he isn't really sure whether he will ever entirely finish grieving for her, even if he allows himself some measure of anger she left behind. but hey, what is grief if not love persevering? there is no world in which nika does not love minfilia, in whatever capacity.

lyse

a small crush that would have been if there wasn't artoirel. a love that would've gone very sour, very quickly. best left at a single hookup.

artoirel

another case of nika catching feelings for someone he can't, initially, have. nika's equal in a lot of respects; honest to a fault, not very nice, competent yet reserved. nika doesn't begrudge artoirel for trying to get him killed at first. there's a lot of ease in accepting each other, faults and good qualities, between them. artoirel, thus, began to feel like a certain safety. they bonded greatly over their shared love of music and their shared grief for haurchefant. artoirel doesn't ask anything of nika the same way minfilia did, nor does nika himself look for a superior, even though artoirel outranks him by far. to him, artoirel's rank isn't something that matters all that much, just as nika's status as the warrior of light doesn't matter to artoirel after a while.

instead, what they end up being for each other is a partner and an equal, because brothers doesn't quite cut it. it's the one place in this star where nika doesn't have to be the warrior of light, where he can simply be himself, and vice versa, where artoirel isn't the count de fortemps. they're just two guys of equal yet opposite vibes, and at some point, they allied to try and make sense of their respective lots in life. sense is nowhere in sight, but they're too bound together to undo that alliance now. at least they have each other's company on the road.

#nero plays ffxiv #nika perseis #nika x minfilia #nika x artoirel #wolship #wol x minfilia #wol x artoirel #minfilia warde #artoirel de fortemps #not commenting on lyse and silvairre bc they're simply in passing. reverie. envy. 'do i wanna be him or fuck him.'#but they should be mentioned #would've mentioned estinien but that's for a nika & friendship post #there are no romantic feelings between nika and estinien #and a lot of interesting contrasts between his relationships with thancred and estinien respectively #how he idolizes thancred in his youth and then accepts estinien as he is when he's a little older #and how all three of them are angry jaded and bitter #gahhh i love nika's relationships with people. esp other men. they're fun to write about #bc he gets along with women just fine as a general statement. if said woman is one of the rare few PEOPLE he likes #but men are a whole other ballgame bc well nika does have a lot of toxic masculinity and one of his major themes is masculinity so

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sheepibum · 1 month

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hello!

sorry about the lack of updates, i'm working on a irl project that i need to finish before my poor laptop crumbles to dust, so right now everything i've written lately is, you know, handwritten crumbs of drafts that i'm going to cry about when it's finally time to clean them up

but! i am almost, almost, done with said project, and since i failed horribly my new year's resolution of uploading one (1) thing per month (ambitious, i know), i decided i would simply upload/update 12 whichever-things before the year's end

this of course means that most of it is going to be bad, as in quality, and also quantity of words bc i need to tap my vast reserves of wips and that's a lot of minifics and orphan scribbles with no plot or a proper ending, sorry o(￣┰￣*)ゞ

still, twelve things! at least that's the plan; and since i've abandoned you for pretty much this whole year, below are some snippets

first, let's start with some stuff i do actually care about so there will be some effort here:

1) a constellation of blood drops

Gaelio has already played the zealot before Rustal Elion, it should hardly be a difficult thing to play such role again. If the object of his zealotry has shifted just enough to align with Elion's own interest, no doubt twisted by the very real flaws of the organization he was, oh, so willing to worship before, and how it had only proven to fall short of his expectations after his, oh, so harrowing experiences while undercover—well, people are always willing to see what they want to see. Gaelio won't be even lying, really.

it makes me happy whenever i see someone like or reblog this thing bc it's just one of my favorite self-indulgent whims

2) Start, From Minus

Emilia took it upon herself to arrange their little detour to Margrave Mathers’ Mansion; but really, she needn’t have bothered. Cecilius had little to no problem waltzing right past the security of any place regardless of invitation, and the only thing currently preventing him from doing that was Subaru. Exhibit A: if Subaru hadn’t crash-landed into his life, there was a very good chance that at some point he would have crossed the border between the Empire and the Kingdom to demand a rematch from Reinhard, and he probably would have succeeded out of sheer stubbornness, the crazy bastard.

yes, finally! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

3) with all the pieces of the broken-hearted ON AO3!

The whole situation is absolute crap because Subaru is not, and has not been for quite some time, some dissatisfied, edgy teen craving fame and attention and maybe a harem in some other world more interesting than regular, boring Planet Earth. He’s very much been there, done that, gotten over it, so this whole thing is at least ten years too late and happening at the very worst moment possible. Maybe second-worst, but only just.

i don't like the sloth if for many reasons, but it gave me the canon hilarity of subaru having dilf potential and i am choosing to make this everyone's problem

4) just a little bit of blood in your hands ON AO3!

His door has seven bolts, huge and heavy and all on the outside. The only safety his room offers is that no one would dare to cross the one who owns the keys to those locks. Subaru is a treasured possession, but a possession nonetheless.

new re:zero thing!

things that are going to be rushed or just make me go 'whatever, i just don't want to look at this wip anymore':

5) these brilliant-hued hibiscus

Atsushi mows through everything the festival has to offer in terms of food. Tanizaki feeds him hot takoyaki, dripping with sauce, a chocobanana with sprinkles, sweet-bean taiyakis for good luck, sticks of yakitori, sticky and pastel pink cotton candy, shaved ice and even candy apples, shining under the festival lights. Between him and Ranpo, he’s sure they’ll make all the food-stalls generate at least some profit.

this is another super indulgent minific collection to the surprise of no one

8) (we’ve gone) to the dogs

His life ends with a bullet between his eyes, no hope for Yosano to do anything at all. Just a bang and then darkness; a shimmering instant of relief before he opens his eyes again in a place and time that hadn’t been his for years. And that’s where it all begins (again).

i am cheating a little bit here, bc i posted a snippet here back in the day that i decided could be part of yet another minific-oneshot collection, which is my jam

7) A Superscription

Ren’s mouth twists to the side, a facsimile of a smile so empty it’s like being back in the interrogation room all over again.

I have a bunch of P5 minifics written, but I'm happy with none of them, so I'll probably wait until november or something so I have an excuse to chuck them in bulk at you and this is one

some indeterminate stuff I will have to scramble to put together:

8) Something for Lout of the Count's family to celebrate the official translation! It's probably going to be either crack or a fairy tale retelling, I'm afraid

9) The Souls of Starfishes

They’ve gotten better at not flinching whenever they hear the name, but they’ve never quite managed to stomp out the hope that inevitably rises in them whenever they do. ‘Hajime’, it echoes with the beat of their hearts, discordant as they may be.

Normal Me and Abnormal Friends is one of my favorite android visual novels ever, and I really, really want to finally upload something for it

and lastly, things that are mostly finished, but never got around seeing the light of day bc i forgot or lost interest or cringe whenever i think about them (sorry):

10) To Have and To Hoard

What Subaru knew: Subaru had died around the same time in the last five or six loops. What had happened: The time when Subaru was supposed to die had come and gone and Subaru was, against all odds, still alive. Conclusion: Subaru had screwed something up, pun somewhat intended.

the very first reinhard/subaru plot i came up with and the worst one, too. i just don't want to have its ghost haunting me anymore :/

11) brittle branches ON AO3!!

What could Victor hope to do faced with the depth of such love? A love that Yuuri had chosen to hold on to, to fight for, to cherish and protect and all things Victor wished to do for him, before either of them were even aware of the other’s existence. Sometimes life is just not fair. Victor never even had a chance.

also cheating a little bit with this one, bc it's done and i posted here in tumblr a lifetime ago, but i guess i'll finally post it on ao3 with the little added coda i never got around writing before the movie got canned o(TヘTo)

12) our wishes are the right lure

You wake up in a subway car. This isn’t super strange. Except you don’t remember getting on a subway, or falling asleep. And this interior, for all you have rode on the subway before, is very unfamiliar. It is for starters, absurdly clean. Suspicious. There’s also the fact that you are the only one in this car. Doubly suspicious.

ugh. alright. look, a couple of years ago, when i was in my all time PLA high playing pokemon masters ex, i said 'if i get this character in the gacha i will write a reader-insert', and i did get the character, and i did write the reader-inser, but it's just so silly. i am going to have to write another reader-insert at some point just so this is not the one associated with me, probably ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so yeah, so far this is the plan. i'm also working on second chances (derogatory), but i've mostly finished the latter chapters, bc those were fun, and i decided to put it on hold until i get my hands on P3 Reload, sorry. there's also a minific AU collection but i don't have a lot yet, just concepts, AND my attempt at a New Game+ fic that's also on hold until i play Reload, sorry.

#the sheep writes #sheepibum does more than rant #will unpin after i complete the list!

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bropunzeling · 11 months

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For never have I ever, second chance romance (either they had something, it ended for whatever reason, and now they have a second chance some time later, or there was never anything but there *could've* been something, and now some amount of time later, they have the chance to actually seize that missed opportunity.)

If you've already written it but also have another scenario you want to talk about as well, I am here for it :D

oh gosh what a great prompt anon!!!!! i think don't ever be a stranger very technically counts under the second definition but since i didn't THINK about it that way i am going to take this as an excuse to talk about a scenario, because i fucking LOVE a second chance romance. i LOVE when the love was there, or could've been there, or was almost so so close to being there, only then something happens and the chance is lost - or so you thought!!! and personally i think there is a great brady/quinn scenario in this, to wit:

so brady and quinn were close as teenagers. obviously. lived in each other's pockets, practically - quinn nominally had his own space but tkachuks don't believe in personal space and brady certainly didn't. anything quinn was up to, brady was there; anything brady was up to, quinn got dragged along.

of course quinn had a crush. of course. kind of impossible not to when you're fifteen and figuring out that maybe you're into boys and your best friend is all over you, all the time, but also, like, paying attention to you. caring what you want, what you think, because brady cares a lot. who could resist in the face of all that?

and there's period of time before they go off to college where quinn half thinks, half hopes that something is going to happen. they spend all their free time together instead of most of it. they keep talking about the future, mostly excited but kind of anxious, too. one night, they stay up way too late, three in the morning even though they have school the next day, just talking as quinn lies on the couch and brady on the living room floor, and half of it is the silly nonsense you come up with at three in the morning but half of it is sincere - worrying about college, about the draft, about leading the way for your brothers, about following in other people's footsteps.

at one point, brady says in a whisper shout, you have to call me every week. promise, yeah? i don't know how i'm gonna fucking do it without you around.

quinn leans over the edge of the couch. in the dark, it should be hard to see brady's face, but there's just enough light that he can find it. i promise, he says, and then, i don't know how i'll do it without you either.

brady sits up on his elbows. for a moment, hanging over the couch, quinn thinks brady's gonna--

from big walt's room, there's an enormous, log sawing snore. quinn jumps. when he looks at brady again, he's flat on the floor. like he never moved at all.

cut to years later. they're both captains. both successful. brady's dated; was engaged, once, but then it got called off. quinn's dated, too, but more quietly. no one's ever been the right fit. they still talk all the time, but they're only in the same place for two games and a couple weeks in the summer; less, now, that they're older.

brady calls quinn. he was going to go on a trip with matthew but plans fell through. he has reservations that are non-refundable, all of them for two. he says, i feel like we never hang out anymore.

quinn says yes. he misses brady, of course he does. brady's his best friend. they really don't spend enough time together. and he's gotten over his teenage crush. it'll be a good time.

and it is a good time - the beach, eating out, bickering with brady, relishing his company - like falling back ten years in time. like it hasn't been a decade since they were seventeen and whispering in the dark about the future. quinn's relaxed, happy.

which means he doesn't expect it when, three nights in, he looks across the table and catches brady watching him, smiling softly, and quinn's heart does a backflip and lodges in his throat. he may not have a crush anymore, but that's only because the word is too small for how he feels about brady now.

#ask meme #and then uhhhh 15 to 30k more of them falling in love!

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ageless-aislynn · 1 year

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Ok your turn for a top 5, let’s make it fun. Top 5 Pablo Scrieber scenes and the wine you’d find most appropriate to go with said scene.

Hee, this is definitely a fun one, thanks! 😎👍 I should mention this is all going to be Halo-related because I don't have any thing other of his that I've already made into GIFs so... 🤷‍♀️😉

All right, here we go, counting down to number one!

5 - Halo 1x01 This was a great way to bring Chief in, IMO! I mean, what is more Chief-like than falling out of the sky into the middle of some enemies, right? At the time, I only knew the games vaguely but, even still, I thought the suit looked AWESOME here. And now that I do know the games... I still think it looks awesome, what can I say?

I would pair this lovely opening scene with a Classic Coke Zero because... Chief is a classic! 😎👍

4 - Halo 1x04 Oh man, this one hits me in the feels every time. I love how you see all of these emotions go through him: curiosity, longing, confusion, ending with him looking away and pulling some resolve back around himself. Because he's feeling this want to be loved, to have someone to laugh with, to care about and who'll care about him, and he doesn't know what to do with that. It doesn't fit a lifetime of Spartan training. He's not supposed to want those things, he's not even supposed to think about those things. But now he is and nothing is going to be the same ever again.

I would pair this with a cup of Maxwell House Chai Latte because it's coffee... but it's tea. But it's coffee and tea. And it's confusing but... I like it. 😂😉

3 - Halo 1x04 I love that we finally get to see a reserved playfulness between them! Plus, him reference that line that Kwan told him serves to both show that he's learning, he understands why she said that to him, but it also was a way to link Kwan back to all of this time away from her. I know it would've been difficult to keep them involved with each other after they separated but it would've done a lot to make her story feel more necessary if that link between them would've been somehow strengthened instead of just vanishing. I mean, a couple of quick calls? Something to let them talk and connect? I dunno. There wasn't really time in his plot, I know but it would've gone a long way if they could've found a way, IMO. 🤷‍♀️

I would pair this scene with a Dr Pepper Cream Soda Zero, because it's light, sweet and fizzy! 💖

2 - Halo 1x09 This entire scene, as he slowly realizes that he's going to have to cease to exist in order for Cortana to both save Silver Team and to recover the Artifact... It's just good. Not only are we seeing his trust in Cortana bloom at last but the thing that always gets me in this final moment, as he tells her that he trusts her, is the look on his face. He's not angry anymore, not railing against the events that have brought him to this point, not raging against what Halsey did to him by implanting an AI into his brain with the intention of replacing him in his own body. No, he looks almost peaceful, resolved. He's ready to accept his fate, whatever it may be. *clutches him to my fangirly heart*

I would pair this with a nice cup of Oolong tea, my favorite kind. 🍵

Honorable mention:

Halo 1x06 Now, this isn't for the obvious reasons, I promise, lol! He looks and sounds like he's dying in this scene and yet NOBODY checks on him? That bugged me so much that I wrote a one-shot fic about it. It was originally going to make use of an OC but I made a last minute decision to redo it as a Reader fic instead. And that was "15 Minutes" which became one of the most favorite things I've ever written (and spun off a series, also featuring "Recreation" a Kai x Male!Reader fic, both still on-going).

I would pair this scene with a cup of delicious Folgers Mocha Chocolate Flavored Cappuccino ☕ in gratitude for all it ended up giving me. 😉

Annnnd *drum-roll* for our winner, winner, chicken dinner!

1 - Halo 1x06 Since I had this one in video form, I had to go ahead and include it like this. MANNNN, this scene! Everybody here was acting their butts off, IMO. Halsey went from surprised to stern to absolutely terrified over the course of the scene. I really wasn't sure at the time if Cortana could have forced him to open the door or if she was playing the odds that he wouldn't let Halsey die. 🤷‍♀️👀 And John was genuinely scary here. His anger is clearly burning under an icy resolve and, again, I wasn't sure up until that last second if he was legit going to let her die. I mean, unless they were going to turn Chief into a straight-up murderer, then I knew he wouldn't, but dannnng, I can't think of much else that would be scarier than a Spartan looking at you with such hatred and contempt. 😱😱😱

I would pair this scene with the tears of Chief's enemies because they would be overflowing and plentiful. 👀😳😉

And there we have it! Thanks again! 😎👍

#halo #halo the series #halo paramount+#master chief #john-117 #pablo schreiber #top 5 scenes #ask game #thank you!#mrtobenamedlater #ageless aislynn

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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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Nunnally was lying on a carpet close to the fireplace. She had her book opened and was writing something in her notebook. She definitely seemed quite busy with whatever she was doing. But Nunnally was only giving the impression that she was hard working. She was deep in her thoughts and she herself was not completely aware of what she was doing. It took her a longer while to realize that she was not making math calculations anymore, bur drawing Ruki, who was sitting on the couch reading a book. She made two sketches before she realized what she was doing. This discovery flustered her immediately, she closed a notebook more abruptly than she intended and tossed it away drawing more attention to herself than necessary. She looked at Ruki and out of the blue asked him a question that was most likely wandering somewhere deep in her mind:

“Ruki, do you still hope I’ll call you my master one day? Or are you now just fine with us being…” – Nunnally paused; she was not sure what they really were, but whatever that was she liked it – “…as we are? We are happy now, aren’t we?”

“Anyway, I am.” – she thought.

“And Ruki…” – Nunnally added more quietly; her cheeks turning even redder – “If you ever get married would you require your wife to call you master? Do all men require that?”

"Well, I'd appreciate the title very much from you in particular, Nunnally. But, as you may have surmised, it is no requirement. 'Ruki' shall suffice, so long as you continue to behave yourself. As for how we currently are…" the Vampire traipsed forward, taking a seat beside the girl. "If we're not 'Master' and 'Livestock,' then what would you consider us, Nunnally? I'm curious to hear it directly from your lips."

The florid complexion of her face instilled what would've been a resounding beat across each chamber of his undead heart from the mere sight alone, reminding Ruki that she, too, had her adorable side. At times, he likened Nunnally to that of a spoiled princess out of touch with reality, but others, he couldn't help but want to dote on her. Not as a protective older sibling, but as something further. A bond further than that of kindred caring for one another unconditionally. Taking a peek at her notebook, a small smile crept upon his ashen lips in pure amusement.

"It is a bit old-fashioned of men to require their wives to call them 'Master,' I do admit. Contemporary marriages look nothing like that, ergo it's a farfetched leap to assume all men enjoy the epithet. However, hearing it from you would be nice, Nunnally. It would be a sign that you've entrusted yourself to me—if you're genuine about it, of course. I'm great at detecting sarcasm as you already know. And I would prefer it if you only called me by that title. No one else, otherwise there is no point in it. No one else... Not even Karlheinz-sama. I couldn't ask that of you," he wrapped an arm around her waist, "or at least, that's what I would like to say."

Confiscating the journal from her, Ruki stared at his own image, sketched by her hand. Now all the blushing finally made sense.

"You're quite gifted at this, aren't you? If only you put this much effort into your studies as well," chuckled the Vampire wryly. "Somehow I can't help but feel honored to be your muse in art, even if only for a moment. I don't want you to discuss marriage with anyone else, Nunnally. Or draw anyone else, for that matter. So, with that said, I must ask in return: if you were to find a husband, would you want to call him 'Master'? Such a title ought to be reserved for someone who not only takes full responsibility over you, but also someone who genuinely cherishes and loves you with all that he is."

A hand curled around her cheek, fingers tipping on the back of her neck.

"Someone who makes your heart flutter, your breath quicken, your pulse race. Have you found someone like that, Nunnally?"

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #nunnally sakamaki #lured-into-wonderland #runally #(( apologies for the late reply ))

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electrivolt · 1 year

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@rockheadcd asked : "Mm... where should we get married..?" Oh, so that's his sleepy one in the morning conversation before he inevitably passes out. "There's a buncha places we can go that mean a lot to us.. like the beach.. or like Iron Island.. or even the backyard. I'm sure part of the Park could be reserved.. or even Twinleaf. Ehehe, can we get hitched in the underground? I promise I'll find a pretty cavern." All sleepily spoken while nuzzling into his love and getting comfortable. Good luck sleeping with any normal thoughts.

It isn’t unusual for those occasional sleepless nights to be spent in bed held in each other’s arms, sometimes simply lazing around and watching anything that crossed their mind and whatever they found first, other times just quietly chatting in ushered voices until sleep finally claimed them. Even as they had started becoming rarer the more they settled into this life together and adjusted to the care and affection they never knew before to need this badly, sometimes sleep just escaped them, still. And tonight is another one of those nights, apparently. Well, at least this does mean a few more cuddles before sleep, much appreciated.

And finally he's feeling the pull of sleep, just about ready to fall asleep, snuggling a bit more into his love and leaning into the arms holding him, so cozy and comfortable—and then Roark speaks up again, and no matter how sleepy he sounds, voice barely a whisper in the night, it's enough to pull Volkner right back, suddenly feeling completely awake and burning up to top it off. Oh. Oh, he really is asking—

“I— I don’t know—” and of course that’s the first thing he manages to say, his own voice cracking at the thought alone. Of all the things to bring up at this hour, when they both really need to just go to sleep already, he just had to— there is just no way for Volkner to function now, let alone think about any sort of answer, is there? Does he even have an answer for this?

( he really doesn’t. he never had much of a reason to think about all those finer details, did he? not when the thought alone of the two of them getting married was enough to make him shortcircuit, daydreaming a little too hard of that thought to do much else. he really just wants to marry him so bad it hurts, nothing else matters, does it? )

“I just... I haven’t thought about it.” Really, though... where would he like to get married? Oh Arceus, and he really has to entertain the thought, now, even when he keeps losing it a little more just trying to consider any options this seriously. Roark can’t complain if he ends up sleeping in now, can he? "I don't think I care as much as I do as marrying you, you know..." Ah, but that wouldn't really do for an answer, would it? These are things they do need to consider and settle on, sooner or later... A harder decision than expected while his poor little heart is not aure how to keep functioning anymore.

( they really have reached the point where marriage and a proper wedding are going to happen... and volkner still can't believe this is real, at times. he really got so lucky he found someone that loves him this deeply and wants nothing more than to keep him at his side. he doesn't even need to wonder why anymore, does he? )

"Mh... we can talk about it when you're actually wake, right...? I just wanna make sure we have our quiet private moment." That's the most he can really say at the moment while his mind struggles to even process everything, instead choosing to lean enough into his love to press a soft kiss against lips and trying to settle once again. Harder said than done, a quiet huff masking an exasperated chuckle. "You pick the best timing, don't you...?"

He certainly is not going to sleep any time soon, now. At least he can admire his sleepy love and be smitten all over again.

( married... they really have come such a long way, haven't they? and he can't put into words just how happy it makes him. maybe he'll do something for roark tomorrow, just in that need of his to show him all of his love and appreciation all over again. they worked hard enough already, they've earned this. )

#〔 ask . 〕 ϟ i will not fall ; i will not fade ; i will take your breath away .#〔 ic . 〕 ϟ i will shut the world away .#rockheadcd #// UEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUE #THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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2po, stop sending yourself anons.

Fun fact! I actually never said Destiel was going to happen until the gap between season 14 and 15, and said it would happen in season 15, because while you didn't realize it, it was the first thing Berens had written and the only reason he stayed, and you know, he told people. And then you denied it and it happened and you denied his reason to stay and he said it and you denied it being written first and he said it?

remember that?

Soooooo weird that's the same year he asked for me at SDCC when he was inviting Shoshanna back, huh. wild that i magically got it, that specific year, not all the other imaginary years you're talking about, where I can source posts that yet again so you're a lying piece of shit while Seasons 12-14 I said to hold reserve, pay attention to bobo, and see where marketing fell? and even within S15 I was warning about Sarnoff's reporting structure being a -- VERBATIM -- roll of the dice, and specifically described it as them "streaking across the field naked running the ball until security tackled them" and then covid dropped?

yeah.

Sorry, sucks to be you, you lying piece of shit. You're even more clueless now than you were then and boy. man. You have NO idea sweetheart.

Cope, you lying, desperate sack of shit, and while you're there, start grieving walker. Go bury your wincel porn while you're at it, and maybe castrate yourself so you don't add any additional offspring from your genetic pool because goddamn we don't need any more fuckers as dumb and stubborn and sociopathic as you, and that shit's genetic.

guess what, asshole

we don't have to sprint anymore

regardless of if you fucking acknowledge that authors have cell phones, Berens actually told them to NOT run too fast at romance among his other shit. BECAUSE WE DONT HAVE TO SPRINT ANYMORE. IT'S ALL OURS, YOU HOPELESS SACK.

You're genuinely gonna end up su*c*dal once reality hits, aren't you? Like you're so fucking doubled down into your illusory world of self consolation i... seriously does anyone know where this dude is? Don't tell me but seriously, be prepared to do a wellness check on him in about 9 episodes and again when walker's end is announced. like i'm legit not kidding at this point, this is hitting alarming.

i hate him, i hate liars, i hate sociopaths, I hate conmen and grifters and people who steal thousands from others like he does but he's still (mostly? almost?) human. Like he's a thinking being (in the... roughest and most generous use of the term) and he's actually self damaging at this point whether or not he realizes it and uhhhhh. this is probably gonna get really bad for him. between where The Winchesters is headed, Walker's cancellation, and probably people realizing that he stole from them once they too see reality hit. it's--everything, his entire fandom architecture is going to implode. And he seems to rest his entire life on it. so just. whoever actually knows his address or number or whatever. Keep it on speed dial.

Nothing is truly as vile as someone who uses people for money, social influence and ego service like he does, or who intentionally spreads so much misinformation and made up garbage just to inspire false dialogues and upset--truly like. Sometimes it IS the kind of person you wish would take care of it themselves but then it's like. No. You will not let soulless assholes bring you to their level. Every human can be redeemed. Or... maybe like. Neanderthal. Whatever. I don't know what his fucking damage is, but I wouldn't still be trying to argue with him if I thought he was 100% beyond reason. it's like 99.99999999% but there's that little bit. Like he's capable of body functions like breathing so he has to have a FEW braincells that are reachable.

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redwingedwolves · 2 years

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Hello Keigo & Dabi.😃

I hope it´s okay to ask you both in one message.

I would like to know: ✨ & 💗?

Please tell Mike I said hello and I hope the three of you have a nice day.🙂

Heyo! It's totally cool to ask us both in one go! We don't mind, do we, Dabs?

-🦅

It's whatever. I don't care.

-🔥

✨ - Favorite personality trait about your s/I?

Oh man, that's a good question... Hmm... I guess, if I had to pick just one aspect, I guess it would have to be how reserved he is on opinions and things. Makes him amazing at giving advice! If I had to assign him an alignment thing, he'd probably be a true neutral because of just how... Middle ground, I guess? He is on literally everything. Even things concerning himself.

Now, this isn't to say he doesn't form strong opinions or voice them when necessary, it just means that his judgments aren't really influenced by anything but himself. And I kinda admire that about him.

-🦅

You're a fucking sap, Bird. Jeez. 🙄 I don't really know if it's a personality thing, but the Mutt has a tendency to get really excited when talking about something he's particularly interested in and because of this he can get to the point where he can't control the volume of his voice anymore. And, I dunno, it's kinda cute to hear him get all pitchy when talking about something that's honestly kinda boring as fuck like frogs.

-🔥

Who did you say was the fucking sap, Dabi? 😏

-🦅

Shut up, birdbrain! No one asked you.

-🔥

💗 - How do you say 'I love you' to your s/I?

A better question would be to ask how don't I do it. I don't think there's a single love language that I haven't used on this man at least once. My own personal preference though is gift giving. And, honestly, good old fashioned words never hurt.

-🦅

Again, I say, fucking sap. Words, honestly. Quickest and it gets the job done.

-🔥

Well, I guess that about does it! Thanks for the questions, Goldie! We'll be sure to tell Mike you dropped by! And the same to you and Nubbins!

-🦅

Yeah. What he said.

-🔥

#profovember #flying devil dogs🐺🦅🔥#-🦅#-🔥#self ship #proship self ship #selfship proship #.answering howls🐺💌

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snzysimper · 10 months

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The Seamster: Five in One

Howdy. I found this story I wrote for a speech project in 10th grade. Just thought I'd post it here just so I could have it somewhere else. People then seemed to really like it, but that was 10th grade and they could have been very much lying to me. Regardless, I hope someone enjoys this. This is not snz related whatsoever. I wrote this for a school assignment.

If ya'll end up liking this and want more of Kellen, who knows? Maybe you'll see him again in the theme of this blog. If not, I don't care.

Some of you CreepyPasta fans might be thinking, "Wait, this is similar to the BloodyPainter story." Yes. This is a cheap ripoff of that story. While most of the stuff is different, there are definitely some clear similarities.

Regardless, enjoy. Or don't. I don't give a crap.

|I am allowed to write what I want and would appreciate you keeping whatever rude comments you may have to yourself|

Viewer discretion is advised:

To protect the families affected by the events of this story, all names have been altered except for the murderer.

I don’t know how long I have, so I am writing this all as quickly as possible. I don’t feel safe in my own house anymore. I work for a police station in town. I didn't do anything too exciting. Just parking and speeding tickets. At least, that’s how it used to be. Before the murder case, that is.

I went to a tailor because I was given a new uniform which was a bit too big. The police station wasn’t far from the tailor, so I was able to walk back. When I entered the store, I noticed something about the man behind the counter. He seemed strangely familiar. I had a feeling that I had seen him before or even knew him at one point. “Kellen?” The man looked up at me, his cold, tired eyes making contact with mine. “Do you need something?”

“It’s me, David. From high school? We had U.S History together.” His expression remained neutral. He paused for a moment. “Yes. I remember you.” He hadn’t changed much since 12th grade when I last saw him. He still had dark circles and bags under his eyes, his hair pulled back in a messy bun, his pale complexion. He still dressed in the same dark clothing: a simple black t-shirt and jeans. I smiled as I went up to the counter. He smelt of cigarette smoke, as he almost always had. “How are you? It’s been a while.” His expression remained neutral. “I’m fine.” We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. Clearing my throat, I put the clothes on the counter. “I just need the bottom shortened a bit.” He nodded, and asked me to go change. I came back out and he measured the length of the pants. I could feel his cold, ice-like hands on my legs. “It’ll be ready next week,” he said in his usual monotone voice. “You can pay for it when you pick it up.” I thanked him and left the shop.

During the time I knew him in highschool, Kellen was one of the more reserved kids. He always wore dark clothing, usually a black jacket with a hood. Never did anything sketchy. He always did his work and showed up to class. He never did any extra curricular activities. From what I know, he had very few friends, if he had any at all. Other than that, I don’t know much about him. I had him for a group project. He didn’t discuss his part of the work with the rest of the group, so we were skeptical that he wouldn’t have done it. When it came time to present, his research made the rest of ours look shameful.

I was on break at the time, so I hadn’t missed anything too important. When I got back I was told that the sheriff wanted to talk with me and one of the other officers. I walked in, a bit nervous. Certainly, I couldn’t have done something bad. All I did was hand out tickets, which is pretty hard to mess up. The sheriff thanked us for meeting with him. He said the department had recently gotten several missing persons reports. Five in total: A 16 year old girl, a man in his late 20’s, a pair of twin boys, and a college age student. He was putting me and the other officer in charge of the search party. Finally, an opportunity for me to be of some actual help. No more handing out stupid tickets. At least, not for now. He proceeded to give us folders with information on the missing people. It wasn’t enough for us to start searching, so we had to get more information from the families. When it came time to ask the families about the victims, many of them were emotional. This one specific lady was so shaken up by the situation, we had to leave and come back later once she had calmed down. The questions were pretty basic; where were they last, what were they wearing, who were they with. We learned that the 16 year old, 20 year old and college student were all near a strip mall. From what we could tell, none of the three were associated with each other. They had all been chosen at random. As for the twin boys, they were at an ice cream shop not far from the same strip mall. We drove to the strip mall, which was a good 30 minutes away from the college campus where we had questioned the last people. I wasn’t the one driving, so I wasn’t paying much attention to where we were going. We pulled up behind the strip mall and found an alleyway behind it. After scanning the area, we didn’t find anything that could have helped us. Just some soda cans and cigarette butts. Seeing as we didn’t find anything useful, we walked to the front of the mall to question the nearby shop owners and employees. When we got to the front side of the mall, I noticed that it was where I was getting the pants tailored. Since it was the shop closest to us, we went in there first. Once again, Kellen was behind the counter. He was preoccupied with some sort of costume looking thing. I greeted him, asking him what he was sewing. “It’s just for fun.” He put down the fabric and looked at the officer with me. “Is there something that I can help you with?”

“There have been some missing persons cases. The families and other witnesses have told us that they were last seen in this general area.” I showed him the pictures that we had been given of the victims. “We are here to ask if you know anything about these people.” He picked up the photographs and examined them. After a moment of silence, he looked back up at us. “No. I do not recall seeing these people. They didn’t come into the shop. Not that I am aware of.” We apologized for the inconvenience and thanked him for his time. Knowing what I do now, I wish I had asked more questions. I suppose I trusted that he would tell the truth. I had known him for several years. Not to say we were close friends or anything. Still, it was stupid of me to be so trusting. After questioning the rest of the employees in the other shops, a few of them had seen the victims, but didn’t know where they had gone once they left the shop.

Several days after we had questioned the shop employees, we got several calls reporting a rotten smell coming from the back alley of the same strip mall. Excited that we could possibly get some more information, we rushed to investigate. Several other officers came with us, just in case something goes wrong. Even from inside the car, we could pick up the horrible scent. I can’t even put into words how awful and repulsive it was. Getting out of the car, we braced ourselves. To the best of our abilities, we searched the area as quickly and as carefully as possible. There was a trail of blood, which was a clear sign that something or someone had dragged a corpse on the ground. One of the officers with us opened the dumpster, which seemed to be the source of the smell. What was inside, I will never forget. You can’t just forget seeing something so grotesque and disturbing. Inside were severed limbs from various people, such as two halves of different torsos, several arms, hands, legs and feet. There were four heads, one of which had the side of the face ripped off. We were able to identify the four heads as the 16 year old girl, one of the twin boys, the college student, and the 20 year old, who had the skin on the left side of his face ripped off. I nearly threw up. Who in their right mind would do such a thing. Everyone has the same question in mind, “Where was the other head, and the other limbs?” From the pieces we found, none of them made up the entirety of a single individual. It was quite obvious that the person who did this was okay with the evidence being found. If they truly wanted to get away with it, they would have done a better job disposing of the bodies. With that being said, that doesn’t mean that they made it easy for us to figure out who it was. All that was found was more cigarette butts. Half of the officers collected the body parts and went back to the station. I was one of those who stayed behind, but I really wish I hadn’t. I could have spared myself the trauma.

We had everyone in the area evacuate and questioned the employees again. None of them seemed to know anything about the bodies. When we went into the tailor, we noticed that Kellen wasn’t there. The door was unlocked, and there was that horrid smell again. The smell was the strongest towards the back of the shop, which was covered by a curtain. When we pulled back the curtain, we turned on the light and it revealed blood, entrails, and other various parts were scattered around. Drawn in blood on the wall was a smiley face. One of the eyes was scribbles, the other was an ‘X’. The mouth was drawn with sharp teeth and the right side formed a smile while the left side formed a frown.

We were examining the various organs, when someone let out a blood curdling scream. He had found the rest of the bodies that were in a room off to the side that had been boarded up. When he busted through the wooden boards, the foul smell hit harder than ever. He screamed louder than I had ever thought anyone was capable of. I entered the room to take a look for myself. If I could go back, I would tell my past self not to look and just take the others’ word for it.

Upon entering the room, I was blasted with a wave of heat and the suffocating stench of rotting human flesh. We shined a flashlight around the room. I don’t think any sort of training or experience could have prepared me for what I saw. Hanging from the ceiling, two halves of different torsos and limbs form different people all sewn together to make one body. The limbs were of all different sizes, not matching up. The head, presumed to be the missing one from earlier, was too small for the body it was sewn to. The face had been mutilated beyond recognition. The mouth was sewn shut, the left eye replaced with a brass button and the right had stitches in the shape of an ‘X’. The left side of the face had skin of a different person sewn on top of it. The heat from the vents made the rotting, bloody body smell even worse. Kellen was the only one who was in the shop. The shop had been closed for the past few days and none of the other shop keepers had seen him. I couldn’t take it anymore. The smell, the mutilated bodies; it was too much. I ran out through the back door and threw up in the alley way. Kneeling on the ground, bile spilling from my mouth, violently shaking, surely it wasn’t him. Someone framed him. Kellen would never do such a thing, right? Such a horrid, horrid thing. But who else could it have been? That was the deciding factor. I needed to take time off.

Someone is banging on the door. He’s here. I’m writing as fast as I can. I don’t have much time. Last night, I heard a noise coming from outside of my house. I had been pretty paranoid since the whole murder case, so I did my best to convince myself that it was just a cat and go back to sleep. For what felt like hours, the sound continued. After mustering the courage to investigate, I slowly got out of bed and walked over to the window. I prayed that I was being dramatic and that it was nothing to worry about. When I got to the window, I saw him. A black cloaked figure with a mask. The cloak dragged on the floor, covering the whole body, not having any arm holes. There were various patches messily sewn on. Beneath the hood was a mask with the same face that had been drawn on the wall in the back of the alterations shop. The right side was white and dripped onto the left side which was black. I grabbed my phone to call for other officers but when I got back it was gone. Maybe I was losing it. When I woke up the next morning, someone had spray painted a message on the wall. “Why sew scared?”

I just heard the door unlock. He’s broken into my house.

~~~~

This letter was found in the drawer of Officer David's house. While investigating his house, his corpse was found lying on the bed. He had been sewn to the mattress with a makeshift needle and thick rope which were found on the ground. In addition, his eyes and mouth were stitched and stapled shut. The cause of death is most likely blood loss. No arrests have been made, but there is a suspect, who hasn’t been seen for days. If anyone knows any other information, please call the authorities. Remember to lock your doors at night.

#not snz #creepypasta #horror story #does anyone read these #simper writes

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Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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