#next year i will sign up for a forensics science class

[lume-nosity]

i’ll write something! *makes 83287382 drafts but never finishes them because i lack ideas and am focused on other hobbies* actually nvm

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.

she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.

"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."

"Robbie?"

"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."

Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove. 

There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.

"Criminalistics?"

"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"

"Wow that’s…really?"

She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."

"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.

It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.

"Oh god, what is it?"

She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"

--

Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom. 

The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.

And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.

He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.

Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."

"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.

Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"

"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."

"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to." 

--

The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.

The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.

His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.

Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.

When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.

"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"

Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."

"You're correct."

Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"

"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.

"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk. 

He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."

"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."

"Oh have you?" he smirks.

"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."

Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.

He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."

His expression softens just a bit.

"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"

"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.

Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.

[reidyoulikeabook]

Invisible String

Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Spencer Reid don’t know it, but you’ve almost met quite a few times. What happens when you do?

A/N: This is potentially a bit on the wrong side of the cheesy line, but I was listening to invisible string by Taylor Swift and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Pls bare in mind I’m from the UK and my only understanding of the US college system is from Google searches, so pls be forgiving of any misunderstandings about that.

November 6th, 2007

Dr. Spencer Reid. As you sat, thumbing through the article he’d written about the formation of ionic compounds in a chemical whose name you could not for the life of you spell or pronounce, you couldn’t help but resent the man.

Sure, the paper was very well-written and as cohesive as possible given the complex subject matter. But Dr. Spencer Reid, whoever he was, was the current source of your resentment at selecting chemistry to make up your science credit. Highlighting the name of a substance you’d have to look up later, you sighed. It was getting late but you had to hand in a critical summary of the paper on Friday.

It didn’t help that Dr. Reid was: a) a triple doctorate holder by the age of 22, or b) that your chemistry lecturer was none other than his old chemistry lecturer from Caltech and practically glowed with pride whenever he got to bring him up.

You chew on the end of your pen, having now distracted yourself from the notes. Not that you were particularly focused anyway.

In another life, maybe you’d have been a budding chemist who could describe an ionic lattice off rote. In this one, however, you’d just have to settle for slogging through the list of chemical processes and hoping you understood it well enough to please Dr. Reid’s biggest fan.

***

April 16th, 2008

Spencer hated flaking on commitments. It caused him a great deal of anxiety, the feeling of disappointing someone. He didn’t have much choice in this circumstance though.

Diana had taken ill over the last weekend. Nothing serious, some stomach bug or other. She’d become severely dehydated though, and had been hospitalised as a precautionary measure. Truth be told, he might not have gone if she hadn’t caught him on the phone. He was already feeling guilty for not having visited since Christmas. He wrote her letters everyday, yet still felt like he was neglecting his duties as a son. Rubbing his hands over his face, he lets out a deep sigh. Then takes out his laptop, to send another email.

Dear. Dr Abraham

I sincerely apologise again for my last minute cancellation. Excluding any unforeseen circumstances, myself and SSA Hotchner will be available to present the lecture on May 12th.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Spencer Reid.

***

May 12th, 2008

Considering this was your third year on campus, you sure were bad at finding your way around. In your defence, they were doing maintenance in one of the main buildings, meaning that lectures got shuffled around and relocated. You probably had a higher change of attending the right lecture by accident than on purpose.

It doesn’t help that you’re running a little late this morning. You rush into Room 203. A lot of the seats are taken, you have to meander your way past quite a few people until you end up sat almost directly in the middle. Only moments before the lecture starts.

“I’m SSA Hotchner, and this is SSA Reid. We’re members of the BAU which is based at FBI quarters in Quantico. Today, we’ll be talking to you about profiling.”

This is not your forensic linguistics lecture.

Panic hits you, hot in your gut. Scanning the room anxiously, you suddenly become conscious that you’re drawing attention to yourself when you feel the eyes of the man who is not SSA Hotchner on you. Fuck.

There’s no way for you to escape now, not without disturbing half the lecture hall.

So you sit back in your seat, resigning yourself to sit awkwardly in the lecture you’re not supposed to be in and hoping nobody notices.

But then, it’s really interesting, actually. The work that Dr. Reid does sounds similar to work you’ve done in forensic linguistics, analysing patterns of speech and minor phrase formations that can give things away about the perpetrator. By the end of the seminar, you’re sat leaning forward. Enraptured by almost every word coming out of their mouths.

It seems to be the general mood: everyone is enamoured. People are clammering to speak to them at the end. After a brief inner battle, myou decide that you should talk to them too.

What’s the harm?

You’ve decided that you’ll speak to Dr. Reid, since he seems to share more of a field focus. However, as you’re heading down, you spot him. Dr Adams, your chemistry lecturer from last year. Oh shit, it’s that Dr. Reid.

Speaking to SSA Hotchner will just have to do instead.

----

“I’ve been majoring in forensic linguistics and criminal psychology,” You tell him, “Do you think ... I mean, I know it’s a pretty exclusive team to get on to. But is that the kind of thing that could maybe get me there one day?”

Hotchner nods, “Forensic linguistics is something that comes in very useful in the investigative aspects of cases. The FBI is always looking for new angles and perspectives, those are both good subjects to study if you were thinking of signing up to the academy.”

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner,” You say, suddenly a little bashful as you notice the queue of people lingering behind you, “That was a really interesting lecture. It’s definitely something I’ll think about.”

“You should talk to Dr. Reid if you have a particular interest in the linguistic aspect of profiling. He’s more specialised in that area than I am. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to discuss any research you’re conducting at the moment and suggest materials that might be helpful in furthering your understanding of the area.”

“Thank you,” You smile, and he nods at you again.

Stepping away from Agent Hotchner, you look to your right. Dr. Reid is still engaged deeply in conversation with Dr. Adams. You glance at your watch. There was time before your next class, you supposed, so you could wait. It couldn’t hurt to find out more, could it? It wasn‘t like you were getting your hopes up or anything.

It’s then that you feel a pair of arms around your waist, a familiar scent of cologne.

“Hey!” You whip around to see your boyfriend, grinning widely.

“Hey,” You reply, “How’d you find me?”

“I was walking past when I saw you talking to that FBI agent. Seriously, FBI?” He asks, with a disapproving quirk of his eyebrow, “You want to grab a coffee before Psych?”

You want to say no. But he’s got his hand on the small of your back, leading  you out of the room before you even get a chance to reply. You glance back over your shoulder, making eye contact with Dr. Reid for all of two seconds before you’re swept away.

“Seriously though babe, FBI?”

Unsurpisingly, you don’t mention your potential change in career path to him.

***

March 8th, 2009

“Come in,” Hotch calls. He looks up from the paperwork on his desk to see Spencer entering the room, clutching a report in his hand.

“That last case we were on. I was doing some more research, just for future reference about linguistic patterns. Have you read this?” He asks, sliding a copy of your paper across the desk.

Hotch gives it a cursary look over, nodding, “Yes. It’s interesting. She’s signed up as an NAT. I believe I actually spoke to her at one of our lectures last year.”

"Her work is really impressive for somebody whose only studied this at a master level.”

Hotch almost smiles, “Yes. That’s exactly why I’ve recommended to the bureau that she signs up for profiling classes. Her work shows a lot of promise. They’re sending over a copy of her completed thesis, if you’d like to read it.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, thank you,” Spencer says, struggling to conceal the smile playing on the corner of his lips.

“I’ll email it to you as soon as I receive it.”

Spencer nods, smiling properly to himself as he leaves the room. It wasn’t unusual, exactly, for him to share new research that was relevant to cases. It was important that they all kept themselves fresh and acquainted with new theories about the field. Hotch, however, didn’t miss the excited way Spencer had presented it to him. Talking about how impressive you were, as if to subtly hint. He thinks it’s quite typical, actually, that Spencer could take such an interest in someone he only knew via an essay.

Although Spencer’s response does get Hotch to send a follow-up email, inquiring about whether you’d agreed to the classes. If Spencer was this impressed with your work, it must be good.

***

June 1st, 2009

The Metro that morning is packed. It doesn’t help that you’ve not been living here long, and don’t exactly know the route from your flat to the station off by heart yet.

You'd also had to make a detour to the post office. Your, firmly ex, boyfriend had mailed over the last of your things. Really, it was good riddance. His hounding you about your choice in job had only worsened. The relationship had been hanging on by a thread long before you’d moved away last month. You were more than a little grateful that it was finally over, that you could draw a line under it all and focus on your career.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t stopped you having a little cry to yourself on the way over.

Rushing, you make it onto the Metro just as the doors are about to close, falling against the railing on the left side. You grip onto it for dear life.

On the other side of the carriage, Spencer notices someone hurrying for the train. He had been buried deep in the paper he's reading, but the bustle had pulled his attention. Your back is to him, and there’s a scarf at your feet. He wants to say something, to try and get your attention, but he can’t from where he is.

“Miss, I think you’ve dropped something,” The woman you’re standing in front of says, gesturing to the scarf pooled at your feet.

You meet her eyes, sniffling slightly, “Thank you.”

Spencer watches as you pick it up, back still to him. Crisis averted, he turns his attention back to what he's reading: the published copy of your thesis Hotch had emailed him last week.

***

September 2nd, 2009

"This is SSA ____, the newest member of our team. She’s recently graduated from the academy and has an excellent knowledge of linguistics that the bureau feels will be a great advantage to this team. She’s had her induction and now will be joining the team on a probationary basis. She’ll be spending a little time with each of you in between cases to make sure she forms well-rounded knowledge of all aspects of what we do.”

It’s a little overwhelming, having everybody’s eyes on you.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Emily is the first over, offering her hand for you to shake.

“You too, it’s really nice to meet all of you,” You say, shaking hands in turn with her, Morgan, Rossi, J.J, and Garcia.

“Hi,” Spencer calls from behind you.

You turn around to face him. You remember what Hotch had mentioned to you about him being a bit of a germaphobe, so you keep your hand by your side.

“Hi,” You say, “Dr. Reid, right?”

“You can call me Spencer,” He says, a little bashful, “I read your thesis, the study about you did about the construction of passive clauses as an indicator of guilt in adolescent offenders. It was fascinating.”

You feel yourself getting a little warm under his gaze, “Thank you. I'm surprised you’re even aware it existed.”

Hotch interrupts then, “Reid, do you want to sit with ____ while she goes over the case file? It’d be useful if you could go over how you’d go about constructing a linguistic profile.”

That’s how you end up spending much of your first day: with Spencer, huddled up over case files as he explains his profile-building process to you. Spencer’s an incredible teacher, you think. He explains his thought process without ever being condescending, leaving little gaps for you to answer.

You’re incredible, Spencer thinks. You seem to grasp exactly what he’s saying, filling in the gaps based on the clues that are actually in front of you, not letting yourself be guided too much by bias.

***

October 29th, 2009

Spencer loves everyone at the BAU. They’re all the family he never had, and he has relatively good friendships with all of them. Just, they aren’t quite the same as they are with you.

He struggles to put his finger on it, exactly. It’s a unique relationship. He shares very familial bonds with a lot of them: he and Morgan are brotherly, Rossi is fatherly, Garcia’s somewhat like an overexcited little sister.

The friendship he has with you is special. You always listen to him, even as he rambles on about inane things that anybody else would tell him to shut up about. In fact, sometimes about the exact things that they do tell him to shut up about. Just last week, he was rambling on about Star Trek when Morgan told him, not altogether unkindly, to “give it a rest, kid.”

“What was that you were saying?” You’d asked, sidling up to him, “I’ve never watched Star Trek but I thought the quote was beam me up Scotty.”

He’d looked at you, considering you for a moment, “You don’t have to-”

“I know. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know Spence. You think I’d ask for a 15 minute lecture on Star Trek if I wasn’t interested in it?”

A warm feeling flooded his chest. The look on your face was so genuine, and you’d perched on the edge of his desk as he gesticulated, getting deep into the lore and how the misconception had come about. He still didn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, until he got to the end of his spiel. And then you asked him a question. You asked him a question to make sure you understood what he was talking about. You were listening the whole time, and you genuinely cared about the point he was making.

It's then that he realises, it was hard to pinpoint because it wasn’t friendship. He likes you. Shit.

***

November 2nd, 2009

You like everybody at the BAU. They’re all quite patient with you, really, happy to walk you through how they do things. Morgan’s taught you quite a bit about the tactical side of things already, and Rossi has been working with you on your interrogation techniques. Emily’s generally just a great mentor, always happy to listen and support however she can. She’s more experienced, but still relatively new to the team too, so you feel like there’s a certain understanding between you.

However, you’d definitely be lying if you said the person you hadn’t learnt the most from, or spent the most time with, was Spencer.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team, either. You seemed to gravitate towards one another, forever sitting side-by-side on the plane. Sharing a line of thinking that usually led to devolved rambling, and scribbling, until you came up with something coherent.

It isn’t until November 2nd that you realise you have feelings for him.

You’re sitting at your desk, filling out a case report that Emily had promised to go over with you before she left for lunch.

“Hey,” Spencer’s familiar soothing voice comes, as he sidles up to you, “I got you something.”

Looking up, you notice the coffee cup in his right hand, “You are my caffeine lifesaver.”

He hands it to you, smiling a little nervously, “It’s actually not that.”

“Oh?”

His other hand is tucked behind his back, and he pulls it foward towards you, brandishing a red sweatshirt.

“I know you uh, left your red sweater behind at the hotel on the last case. And I know it was your favourite one, and I was shopping yesterday and I saw this and...” He trails off, embarassed, “It’s not the exact same, but it’s the same kind. I just thought you might like it.”

You swallow, hard, “Spencer that’s so sweet. C-Can I hug you?”

He nods. Standing up from your desk, you wrap your arms around his frame.

“That was so thoughtful.”

He squeezes you a little, really leaning into the hug, his face pressing against your shoulder. His tousled hair tickles your nose a little and you smile, clinging onto him, relishing in the feeling of safety and warmth.

It hits you then. When you realise you don’t want to let go. When you realise he makes you feel fuzzy. Loved. Cared for in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. Eventually, you have to let him go, and it’s in a daze that you return to your desk. You’re so concentrated on your overwhelming realisation, you don’t realise how reluctant he is to let you leave his embrace.

***

December 22nd, 2009

Driving Spencer home from the office was really just an excuse to get some time alone with him. You’d said something about the Metro being busy, one of the services being cancelled. He hadn’t factchecked you on that.

The BAU had tentative plans for boxing day, with the caveat being that no emergent cases arrived in the meantime. It was only really four days you wouldn’t see him, but that was longer than you’d ever gone without seeing him in all the time you’d known him. You worked together everyday, and it was unusual for you to go a full weekend without seeing each other. Recently, you’d got into the habit of going out for Sunday brunch together.

Pulling up outside his house, you hear him sigh.

“I know it’s only four days, but I’ll miss you.”

Smiling, you turn to him, “I’ll miss you too.” 

Something in you changes then. He’s looking at you. You may be relatively new to profiling but you can see something behind his eyes, feel the charge of unsaid words electrifying the air.

“Can I hug you?” He asks.

“You can always hug me,” You reply, undoing your seatbelt and opening your arms for him.

He embraces you the way he always has: tightly. Like he doesn’t want to let go, couldn’t imagine ever letting you go. His face nuzzles to the crook of your neck, and then you feel his thumb brush your chin. Tilting your head down.

You exchange a look. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, and back. You nod your head, just slightly.

He kisses you then. Tender. You melt into one another, lips moving quickly as you drink one another in. Kissing each other breathless, your fingers intertwine in his hair and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Nothing has ever felt so right.

***

June 10th, 2011

Neither of you have ever really believed in fate. It’s hard to - especially in your line of work - to want to interpret the workings of the universe as deliberate. Maybe you’d think a little differently though, if you knew about all the near-misses. All the times you could have met. But fate knew better. She waited until you were ready.

And as you exchange vows, promising each other your forever, you both know you couldn’t possibly deny that this was meant to be.

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[huihuiheart]

Classy - Park Junhee

Summary: Junhee shocked everyone when he confessed to you during the last week of class, giving you his class ring as a sign of his affections for all to see. If only they knew the real meanings behind that gift.

Paring: Jock/Popular Junhee x F! Reader - College au

Warnings: Beer pong, drinking, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub themes, ring kink, manhandling, oral (male receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, spanking, mention of marks, fingering, degradation, daddy kink, light slapping, bondage, light choking, slight breeding kink, overstimulation.

Word Count: 5,410

“Yes Y/N I’m serious, I want you to come play as my partner. No tricks or conditions I genuinely want you there.” Junhee had patiently spent the last ten minutes trying to convince you to play beer pong with him. Despite barely having ever had contact with him before. You had one class together and one project, but you worked on it in class with the rest of a group of five. Never had either of you reached out to the other as like a social hangout, especially when you came from two entirely different groups. Junhee was here on a sports scholarship, and while not being the star or his career choice there was no doubt that he was athletic and a favorite player on the team. He also was graduating in two months and moving onto a university to continue his studies in what he actually wanted to pursue for his future. You on the other hand still had a year of college left before you moved on to university, focusing your studies in the science department, but waiting to fully chose a major until university. Not sure if medical, forensics, or botany spoke to you yet, while he seemed so sure of where his life was going. Hence why you two had only passed in one general education class all this time, well before this party that your friends insisted on dragging you to before you had to cram for any finals.

“Sorry, I’m just really confused as to why you’d want me to play with you. I’ve never played before and we haven’t really talked, so I’m just surprised.” You admit causing Junhee to chuckle as he grabs your write and leads you off to the table where his friend  Donghun and his girlfriend were already waiting.

“Exactly! So you can learn something new and we’ll get a change to really know each other since we didn’t during that project.” The way he smiled at you and seemed to remember you so genuinely blew you away a little. You knew he was a kind person, you could always tell but there just simply wasn’t much reason for him to notice you at least to your knowledge, “It’ll be lots of fun I promise, and if you don’t enjoy it then we can always just have a conversation or something.”

You gave a small nod, giving in to his slightly pushy but in all considerate nature. You could give something new a try especially if the person introducing you to in was willing to let it go instead of forcing you to continue if you didn’t enjoy it. Not that you really had to worry about getting too drunk though, Junhee was good enough at this for the both of you and easily won. Wordlessly stepping aside to let another pair take over to just talk with you, incase you weren’t comfortable speaking up.

“So that wasn’t too bad was it?” His voice is playful as he takes a spot besides you in a quieter corner of the party, knowing you at least found yourself laughing a few times during the game. 

“No, I survived just fine thanks to you. Though I think one game a party is enough for me. I don’t really like getting drunk in places like this.” Your voice weakens with your admission as if ready for him to mock you for something that seemed so silly even though as a woman it was so normal.

“Yeah, it’s hard to know who’s here and if you can trust them, especially with all the things that happen. I won’t make you drink anymore if you don’t want though.” Junhee assured you before offering a change of subject after if you wanted it, placing your comfort as his priority even though you were just getting to know each other. An hour of just talking passed before you knew it and you almost....almost felt bad about stealing him away from the party. It was too easy to enjoy his presence though, too nice to have someone to talk to after being dragged someplace you didn’t want to be and then abandoned by your friends. 

“I’m going to be honest Y/N. I didn’t want to get to know you so we could be friends. I wanted to get to know you so that I could ask you out.” Junhee admits bluntly to you his admission stunning you for a moment before you collect your thoughts again.

“Really? So like a fling? Cause after graduation you’ll be onto bigger and better won’t you?” You wouldn’t think less of him for it, but he wasn’t going to be around much longer so you wanted to know what you would be getting into if you were to agree.

“I mean if that’s all it ends up being then yeah I guess a fling. Honestly though I’ve been looking for an excuse to come ask you all year, so if it works out to be more then I wouldn’t be opposed at all.” Junhee’s warm palm cupped your cheek, contrasting with the cool metal bands of the rings on his fingers as he gently tilts your head to look at him, “I’m not just asking so that I can play with your feelings though.”

Junhee’s been so genuine with you all evening that you can’t help but believe his words now too, especially when he leans in to press his lips against yours in the gentlest, most fragile of ways. As if he was afraid to scare you away, but also couldn’t hold back any longer. Only easing up when he feels you responding to his kiss, you two becoming lost in your little corner away from the chaos of the party. Until your phone buzzed anyways, your friend sending you an sos message and meaning you’d have to leave Junhee. Both of you cursing later that night upon realizing that in the daze from the kiss neither of you had given the other your number.

Junhee was more than proactive about resolving that situation though as he waited by the entrance closest to where most of your classes were located the next morning, searching for any sign of you from his post. Weaving through groups of grumbling people to reach you when he finally spotted you.

“Y/N! Hey, I forgot to give you my number last night. I mean if you wanted it anyways. If not that’s fine and I’ll just let you get to class.” Junhee nervously rubs the back of his neck, not having thought of the possibility that you might have intentionally not exchanged numbers until he’d already practically stalked you at the entrance of the collage. 

You giggle a little at his anxious behavior, noticing the confidence he usually had fade away some, but the sound of your laughter does get him to relax some, “Have you been waiting here all morning for me?”

Junhee nods bashfully as his cheeks dust with a faint pink hue, something rather uncharacteristic for him, “Y-Yeah I skipped my morning coffee and came straight here cause I didn’t want to miss you.” 

“Well we can’t have that, you won’t survive morning classes without caffeine and well...neither will I for that matter. Come, I’ll give you my number over a cup of coffee before things get too crazy today. Besides you still have to sweettalk me into actually going on a date with you.” You tease him slightly already walking past to head to the cafe on campus a familiar first stop for you anyways, though it would be nice to have someone with you for a change.

In almost the blink of an eye a month and a half had passed and with just two weeks left until Junhee graduated you knew you were falling too fast. Too fast to be able to let him go like you knew you probably would, but also too far gone to be able to give up what time you had left with him. He’d been the perfect gentleman with you though, taking things slow perhaps too slow even. His confident nature there, but yet he’d never try to fluster you sexually. Though you couldn’t deny that you’d felt more than just curiosity in that regard, especially when you went to his games. Watching the way he’d move and his muscles flex, or the way he’d lift his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and shoot a smug look into the crowd in the direction he knew you were. That being the only peek into that side of him you’d get. You were curious about whether that gentleman who could be so sweet to you over dinner was the same man Junhee would be in bed with you and you were determined to find out. Though your chance came much sooner than you expected and sending your heart racing, body tensing under the familiar touch of his arms weaving around your waist from behind. It barely teasing as his fingers peaked under your shirt that had ridden up, warm against your skin but given away as the chilled metal of the rings he always wore sent shivers through you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you baby. Your roommate let me in when she was heading out.” Junhee’s brows furrow afraid he’s frightened you, placing a sweet peck against your neck as his thumbs brush against your skin trying to calm you again. Not realizing the real reason behind your tensing, “ I wanted to surprise you with dinner out tonight so you could relieve more of that stress from finals, but you’re already cooking.”

You place your own sweet kiss to his subtle pout, “You’re stressed from yours too, so it’s alright we can stay in tonight. Eating good food and relieving our stress in other ways.”

The way you purr out the words and smirk at him has his brow raising as he watches you, not used to you being like that. Not that he was one to complain, but he decided to play it off wondering what you’d do if he did, hands coming up to your shoulders and massaging gently, “That’s sweet of you baby, let’s do that tonight. Relax and recover from all that stress.”

You know his words are meant to tease slightly, but you don’t know if he’s trying to test you or not. You know that it suddenly makes you more impatient though, thinking over your next move as your hands slip over his on your skin, looking down and admiring how the red gem of his class ring glitters in the light, “You know you don’t have to hold back with me right? You’ve made this perfect, but you don’t have to be soft and sweet like that with me all the time. You won’t scare me away Junhee, it’s too late for that.” 

“It’s too late for that? What do you mean?” Junhee’s brows furrow as he shifts to look at your face, trying to get a read on you and understand what you mean. Leading you to take a shaky breath knowing you were possibly going to say something too soon, but hopefully it wasn’t something you shouldn’t say right now.

“I mean I love you Junhee. And maybe this will all be over in a few weeks, but I want every second I have with you to count. For it to be with you as a whole. Not for you to hold yourself back for my sake, because you never have to.” As the soft spoken words leave your lips, Junhee slips a hand up to cup your cheek and turn you to face him. Not answering with words right away, but instead capturing your lips in a searing kiss. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I can be a bit much.” Junhee chuckles, but there’s concern written on his face, especially in his eyes as they search your own for any sign of hesitation. Not that they find any there, you already sure of what you want from him. 

“I’m sure, I’ve thought about it and I know what I want. So why are you still holding back?” You murmur against his lips, only for him to chuckle at you again his eyes darkening as he backs you up to pin you against the counter. 

“Because I was trying to let you finish cooking, my baby was working hard and I wanted to appreciate that.” Junhee grips your jaw, squishing your cheeks slightly, “But if you’re so impatient then I guess I can take care of those needs for you baby. It’ll just be on my time table.” 

Junhee’s eyes flick down noticing movement and smirking as he notices you pressing your thighs together not as subtle as you thought you were. Not continuing though until you admit whether through words or actions that you want him to fuck you now, before anything else. You doing that by reaching back to turn of the stove and try to nudge Junhee away so you could lead him towards your bedroom in case your roommates decided to come home. Junhee quickly gripping your hips before you can get far though and pressing you against his form, kissing you heatedly, teeth flashing in to nip at your lips as he leads you back into your room and quickly slamming the door shut, your impatience rubbing off on him as he practically tosses you onto the bed. Growling low in his chest as he nips at your throat when you desperately try to claw his shirt off. Pulling back to take care of that for you.

“Tsk so desperate, it’s always the shy ones that are the filthiest little sluts. Isn’t that right?” Junhee gives a light slap to your cheek, the feel of his rings making you gasp even though there’s no real sting with it. Simply enough to pull you out of your daze at seeing his body and back to his words, “You won’t get anything without your words, come on be a good little slut and use them for me.”

You bat your lashes innocently at him as if you weren’t preparing to be a brat and see just what you could get out of him, “Why don’t you make me daddy? After all you haven’t given me any reason to be a good little slut for you, so why should I?” 

Junhee raises a brow watching the way your fingers trace over his belt buckle and he shakes his head with the click of his tongue pulling you up and practically ripping your shirt off. Smirking as your hands follow his movements while he undoes his belt, practically drooling as you anticipate the sight of him. Though he surprises you by stopping after he’s slipped his belt off, moving behind you to pull your wrists behind your back and secure them with his belt. The leather digging in just enough to sting, but not to actually hurt you a softer side of him peaking out for a moment as he kisses your temple.

“We’ll come up with a system later, but for now if it’s too much or you need be to stop just say so. Do you understand?” His words are soft against the shell of your ear, a nod not sufficient as he lightly slaps your thigh in warning, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand daddy.” You vocalize, getting a hum of approval and one last kiss to your temple, before Junhee’s fingers weave into your hair and grip firmly as he moves in front of your again, free hand working the rest of his clothes off enough to free his cock. 

“Good, now let’s see if we we can’t teach that pretty little mouth of yours some manners hm?” Junhee raises a brow leading you down, grip lose enough to let you ease into taking his length, but firm enough to let you know he won’t let you tease him, “Come on baby, you can take it. Or is your mouth only good for talking back and begging to be fucked silly?” 

His words along with the shallow nudge of his hips is enough to encourage you to take him deeper, not letting up until you take all of him. Determined to prove yourself now that you were finally getting his cock like you wanted, reveling in the way his hips thrust forward with a low groan as a result. He didn’t let you have the control long though as his hand gripping your hair tightened to hold you in place, thrusting into your mouth with more vigor once he knew you could take it. The sight of you driving him crazy, the way your swollen lips looked around him, spit and tears glistening as they dirtied your face, but your eyes stayed locked on his unwavering through it all. Until he had to pull you off him before he lock control of himself and came down your throat, that not being what he had in mind today. You whine though, moving to take him into your mouth again as soon as his grip on your hair loosens, wanting to make him fall apart because of your actions. 

“Babe you gotta slow down.” Junhee moans out, head falling back feeling his resolve breaking as you don’t let up even hearing his words. Almost giving into what you wanted knowing part of him wanted it too, but pushing that down and taking control again wanting you to be the one that was falling apart right now, not the other way around. Pulling you off his cock again and up to kiss you, tugging your bottom lip in a harsher bite after. Your actions getting him riled up as he moves to get the rest of your clothes off, having to rip your bra with your hands bound to expose you. Licking his lips as he spots the way your arousal already has glistens in the light, fingers running through your slit to collect your wetness, bringing his fingers up to lick clean with a smirk.

“If only I could reward you right now, but you still haven’t learned your lesson have you?” Junhee teases your lips but stays just far enough to not give you quite what you want, your giggle in response only heating him up more. Him moving your body to his liking as he presses your face down and ass up for him, hands kneading your flesh greedily as the sight sends a spike of arousal through him, making his cock throb. His skin felt almost fire hot against yours, but his rings were still chilled from the air, sending a chill through your spine. Though that changed to a different feeling as his touch vanished only for his hand to crack down against your ass a second later, already letting you feel bruises form where the metal bands had hit. Junhee setting a pattern that way, not touching you until a sudden swat to your ass. Them varying in strength, but none too gently. Him showing some mercy and only delivering twenty knowing it wasn’t something you were likely used to feeling and seeing the blossoming marks, gently rubbing over your bruised flesh and leaning down to leave a few kisses in his wake, though what you couldn’t see was the hungry way in which he eyed the way you were dripping down your thighs, only further enticing him.

“Look how well my little slut can take a punishment. Almost seems like you enjoyed it too.” Junhee chuckles his fingers trailing up your thighs and collecting the mess you’d made before running his slicked fingers through your folds. Free hand gripping your ass to stop you from pressing back when you try the first time, “Tsk you aren’t already forgetting the lesson I just taught are you? What do you have to do if you want something slut?”

“I-I have to ask daddy for it like a good little slut.” You whine drawing your lip between your teeth, “Daddy please can I have your cock now? I already learned my lesson and can be good for you I just want you to fuck me already.”

Your little pouty huff makes Junhee laugh, teasing your entrance with the tips of his fingers, “Don’t get all huffy with me slut, you’ll get what you want in due time. Once I determine that you’ve earned it. Until then you’ll take what I give you like a good little fuck doll and you’ll thank me for it.”

You didn’t have even have time to bite back a smart remark before two of his fingers finally slid into you, still teasing as he slowly moved them deeper until his rings pressed against your entrance sending chills of pleasure through you and earning a moan despite his teasing. Glancing down between your legs to see the same red gemmed ring you’d been admiring earlier glittering against your core now, as his fingers slowly moved in and out of you. Drops of your arousal smearing over it and only creating more sparking spots as your pussy clenched trying to draw Junhee’s digits deeper.

“Look at that greedy little pussy of yours, is this what it wants.” Junhee punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Want my fingers deep in the tight little cunt? Deeper than your fingers could ever get?”

“Yes daddy, want you to fuck me good with your fingers or your cock.” You mewl out eyes still fixated on his ring, knowing that every time you saw it now you’d end up thinking of this moment, especially as he picked up the pace. Knowing how good his fingers felt as he fucked you with them, letting himself open up this side of him to you like you’d been wanting for so long. You slicking them up enough that with each thrust of his fingers the rings started to press in as well, dragging against you to form delicious jolts of pleasure through you. Not that Junhee cared if you ruined his rings like that, not if it meant he saw you turning to putty beneath him, not even realizing how you squirmed in pleasure due to your fucked out state. Determined to bring you to fill you with as much pleasure as he possibly could before even fucking you. His free hand moving between your legs to rub roughly at your clit, losing his own patience as he leans down towards your ear, letting you feel his cock against your ass.

“You gonna fall apart for me baby? Go ahead baby, give into it. I know you want to. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.” Junhee softens slightly with his words, despite his rough actions still it proving to be all that was necessary to make the pleasure finally explode. Stars burring your vision as shock waves of pleasure and relief surged through you, slowly turning to a slightly good burn as Junhee’s fingers pressed on for just a moment longer to overstimulate you before slipping out gently to give you a moment of reprieve as his hands worked to undo his belt on your wrists. He gently rubs your wrists for a moment, helping bring back proper circulation before his hand grips your hip to help flip you onto your back, crawling over your form.

“I’m not done with you yet baby, you wanted me to hold nothing back so this is what you get....well when I’m in a good mood.” Junhee smirks and the thoughts that along with his words and the dark glint in his eyes conveys has you shuddering, wondering just what him being in a bad mood would entail. 

Junhee going to look through his pockets for a condom before you pull him back to you with a determined look in your eyes, “I’m on the pill and I said I didn’t want you to hold back, I meant anything when I said that. Unless you don’t want to cum in my sweet little pussy daddy?”

Junhee slaps your thigh hearing your coy attitude and little giggle, “Filthy fucking slut, do you actually know what you’re asking for? If I cum in this little cunt of yours I might just have to fuck you this good every day.” He rubs his tips through your folds teasingly, before finally pressing the head of his cock in, “You’d probably love that though wouldn’t you, dirty whore. You’d love for me to fuck load after load of cum into you whenever I wanted wouldn’t you? You’d beg me for that huh?”

"I-I would daddy, I'd need it so badly. I'd love every second of it just like I do now, cause I'm your dirty little slut." You mewl rolling your hips up only to stop when you feel Junhee's hand wrap around your neck, fingers slightly sticky with your essence still. He doesn't press down on your throat her, but his grip is firm enough to remind you of who was in charge right now and get you to stop your movements as you look back into his eyes.

"Then do it whore. Beg me." Junhee's lips quirk up again as he looks into your eyes seeing the brat in you take a backseat yet again to the submissive side, knowing that he was so close to giving you what you wanted and that all you had to do for it was give in that last little bit. 

“Daddy please, please fuck me. Use me to feel good, please. I want you to prove to me that no one can fuck me like you and for you to cum in me, to claim me like that please.” If not for the way his grip on your throat creeped higher until the pads of his fingers grasped your jaw and turned your face to look at him you might has squirmed beneath him more, but you were willing to contain yourself if it meant getting him to finally give into giving you what you both needed so badly in this moment.

“Alright baby, I’ll give you what you want. Just remember that you asked for this.” Junhee practically snarls at you, grip tightening just slightly, until you wonder if his rings will leave little bruises in their wake there as well. You only have a second to consider it though before your mind goes blank as he snaps his hips into yours full force. Not giving you more than a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside you, before he’s pulling out again to set a pace without giving you a moment’s reprieve. The punishing thrusts of his good mood were mind numbing, blissing you out before you even had a moment to try and collect yourself. The one hand still secured around your throat as his free hand grips your hip, pulling you into each of his hard, quick thrusts. Soaking up your reactions and being sure to hit all the right spots after he found them.

“Look at you, already so fucked out and practically drooling over my cock and to think you seemed like such a sweet, innocent, little girl. Here you are though, falling apart all for daddy, hm?” Junhee’s words are teasing, picking up his pace as he brings your leg over his shoulder before letting his hand on your hip move between your legs to rub circles at your clit, feeling you clench and spasm around him, becoming more vocal, “ Oh? Does my little slut really like that? You like when I use you like a little fuck doll, moving you and fucking you however I please?”

“I-I do daddy, it’s what I wanted. What I needed from you. If you keep doing this I’m gonna cum.” Your whiny tone spurred Junhee on, stroking his ego and fueling his lust, determined to make you cum as many times as he could manage before he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm any longer. Though with how good you felt around him right now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last too long today, though he was already planning ways to make up for it later on. 

“Then fucking do it. Cum all over daddy’s dick, let me feel what it’s like when that tight, little cunt makes a mess of my cock.” His words paired with a well angled thrust against your most sensitive spots had you tensing beneath him as your pleasure unraveled, spiraling you into your second orgasm for the evening before you had time to even register what was happening. Junhee’s continued thrusts making each wave of your release as euphoric as possible and even after not giving you much time to consider the slight burn of overstimulation as the knot in your stomach started to form and tighten yet again, “ I’m not filling up this little pussy until you cum for me again, you understand?”

You want to answer, but aren’t able to as his grip tightens just enough around your neck to restrict the airflow some, not fully cutting it off though. Your pussy only further tightening around his cock, something that gave away how much you enjoyed it and something he would have been more cocky about if he weren’t so far gone in his own pleasure. Junhee’s thighs starting to tense and quiver as he chases both of your impending highs, moaning much more than before at how vice like your cunt’s grip on him is.

“F-Filthy fucking whore, likes being choked. I wonder what else you little naughty girl. I can’t fucking wait to find out every little thing that sets you off baby, we’re gonna have so much fun. I promise you that. Right now I need you to cum one more time for daddy though.” Junhee’s voice cracks slightly as he pinches your clit, waiting to feel you cumming around him before he allows himself to cum as well, releasing thick streams of cum into you just like he’d promised to do.

Taking a moment to catch his breath before brushing the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead with a soft chuckle. Deciding that even though he’s going to be sweet once again he’ll tease you some as well, “Come on baby let’s get you showered before your roommates come back. I’ll clean up the kitchen and get us some food too. I think I relieved that stress of yours, but I don’t know that you’ll have your energy back for a bit.”

Walking down the hall during one of your longer breaks between classes to get your mid-day caffeine fix you saw Junhee waiting on your route for you much like he did the same way he did the day he got your number. 

“Hey babe, I wanted to talk to you about something. You got a minute?” He asks smiling sweetly as if he hadn’t just been super blatant in public about you two despite it still being relatively on the downlow still. It flustering you slightly, but you found it sweet at the same time. 

“Sure, you wanna go someplace quieter?” You question taking the hand that he offered you although a little confused by his sudden need to talk about something, especially with the faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“It’s fine. I’m right where I want to be. I just wanted to tell you, I’ve been thinking a lot and I..........I love you too. Not just for these few short months either and I want to keep loving you.” Junhee’s blush deepens slightly as he holds out his class ring to you with a shy laugh, “So what do you say? Will you continue to be mine?”

You feel heat rising to your own cheeks looking at the very ring that had a special place the night you told him that you loved him for the first time, gently taking it into your hand, “You already know the answer to that, of course I will.”

Junhee beamed pulling you in for a soft kiss, before leading the way towards the cafe already knowing where you’d been heading as he announced to the whole campus that you were a couple and you were going to stay that way.

[ncisladaily]

With her NCIS: Los Angeles run having come to an end, Renée Felice Smith is ready for her next chapter — somewhat literally, being an author as well as an actress.

In the CBS drama’s Season 12 finale, Smith’s Nell Jones made the decision to not officially sign on as the “new Hetty”/Operations Manager, but instead join partner Eric Beale on an adventure to Tokyo, to head up his tech venture. But before driving off into the sunset, Nell briefly reunited with long-MIA Hetty herself, in costar Linda Hunt’s first on-set appearance of the season.

With NCIS: LA bidding adieu to both her and scene partner Barrett Foa, Smith — who joined the show early in Season 2 — spoke with TVLine exclusively about that emotional if bittersweet Nell/Hetty reunion, being an inspiration to smart girls, and what’s next for her as a legit storyteller herself.

TVLINE | How did you learn that this would be your swan song, and what was your initial reaction? Well, I think it’s complicated. I mean, I think that I’ve been ready for my next chapter for a while now, in whatever form it will take. But it’s surely to be centered around storytelling. I hesitate to be part of the “cliché actress” calling herself a storyteller, but I really am one. I’m a writer. I’m a director. We are developing television currently. We have another indie in the works. I want to tell compelling stories, poignant stories that offer an escape and chance of reflection for the viewer, so that’s where my focus is.

TVLINE | But as far as Nell leaving, I for one was quite surprised, because I felt like this season was such a journey for the character. They’d really been shaping her to assume this position of authority. It’s so true. I absolutely loved Nell’s journey this season. She really got to stand in her power. She really found her voice, and as a young woman it was empowering to play that side of the scene. Nell, I think, is a natural leader, and I really do think her strength as a leader is her vulnerability. I think that Nell has empathy for all players involved in the story. She can see multiple sides of the story. She’s a person that’s not only intelligent but she has emotional intelligence, and that has been such a gift for me as an actor to play. I’ve just loved her evolution, really. She started as a sidekick and she really, quite effectively, was the boss this year, and I had a fantastic time playing it.

Kilbride (played by Gerald McRaney) recently spoke to her unique strengths, saying to “stop asking yourself what would Hetty do” and just be Nell. And that really is such a necessary message. There’s a scene that I absolutely love with Miguel Ferrer, my dear Miguel, from a while back, and it was a similar sort of scene where he was trying to instill confidence in her as a leader. I actually have the quote: Miguel’s character, Granger, says to Nell, “Never belittle yourself or your accomplishments. You deserve the respect you’ve gotten. You’ve earned it.” I remember feeling so choked up in that scene, and I’ll get choked up now thinking about it.

Kilbride, similarly to Granger, has a real kind of affection for Nell and saw that potential in Nell. He wanted to foster her confidence in herself, and it was very moving to play those scenes. I feel like as a young woman we are often in a position where we may doubt ourselves just because of the social climate, but in the end I think it’s about trusting yourself. Nell really grew into a person who started trusting herself and making decisions for her, rather than trying to please. I’m a natural-born people pleasure, and I think Nell is, too. High-functioning overachievers always are. So, I think Nell’s decision at the close of the season really is her ultimately finding her voice and really having agency over her future and what it is she wants to do.

I know how difficult that is. It is reflective of my own journey and my own life. So, to be able to step forward and say, “You know what, this is the path I want to take now and I’ll potentially disappoint people while doing it, I commend Nell for her bravery in that.

What did it mean to you have Linda Hunt back for one final scene with you? Oh, my God…. My heart. Linda is just a magical creature. To have her back was really quite emotional. She was essentially sidelined by the pandemic, as you could imagine, so to even see her in the flesh, let alone share a scene with her

TVLINE | And a hug. And a hug, come onnnn! Chef’s kiss, you know? And the scene is really a bittersweet reunion. Nell really wants nothing more than to stay and catch up with her mentor, but she can’t. So, it’s kind of this “goodbye for now” scene.

TVLINE | [Showrunner] Scott [Gemmill] told me that Linda was thrilled to be back on set. She was like a kid in a candy shop. She was glowing. She was crackling. She was so alive in the scene. Whenever I’m in a scene with Linda, I’m a student. She really is such a master of the craft, and I’m a little sponge. I’m soaking it all up, and really, truly watching her work has been the most educational process for me. I just feel like truly I’ve been attending the MasterClass with one of the best, one of the greats, and I’m so grateful for my friendship with her as well. She’s my bud. She texts me lots of emojis.

TVLINE | You once told me about how you would go to lunch and you’d get all these Hollywood stories, including about her “Mary Tyler Moore moment” when she first went to live in New York…. My God, she dropped that story on me right before a walk-and-talk where I had tons of technical jargon, and I remember I was welling up just at the image of 16 or 18-year-old Linda Hunt getting into a cab and drinking in the big city and the possibilities that it held for her. She’s such a gift.

How nervous were you to shave Barrett’s mustache? I knew we only had one take and I knew it had to be good. My mom is a hairdresser and I watched her kind of do all of that kind of beard shaping for years, so I just kind of channeled my mom. I knew I needed a steady hand, and I just went for it. But I think he was a little nervous.

TVLINE | Would you like to be a part of Episode 300 (airing late next season), if asked? Of. Course.

TVLINE | What’s next for you? Like I said, storytelling. We just released our first children’s book, Hugo and the Impossible Thing, which is inspired by our canine son Hugo. Chris [Gabriel] — my partner, my other half, my creative partner — and I wrote the book about our dog who recovered from a really life-threatening illness. It was an inoperable brain tumor that most everyone told us would be impossible to beat. But through the help of some truly brilliant doctors and Hugo’s own determination, he made it to the other side and he lived a full life. It was this miracle that we witnessed, and we knew we needed to pass on Hugo’s message and let it inspire others.

I think oftentimes challenges in life are labeled as “impossible” when in reality they’re just extremely difficult. Of course, yes, certain things are impossible — I’m not going to be 6-foot-2 any time soon — but most of the time an obstacle or a challenge is just something we have to work our way around. So, we created the metaphor of the impossible thing.  It’s out in the world now.

TVLINE | Lastly, any message for the fans? Oh, for sure. Ultimately, I could say something profound but I just want to say thank you. Thank you for respecting Nell. Thank you for embracing Nell, for embracing her intelligence. I’ve always been cast as kind of the “funny friend,” the quirky turkey. I was the nurse in Romeo & Juliet when I auditioned for Juliet in high school. But with Nell, I really got to play so much more, and I am just so grateful to have been able to play the “smart girl,” quite frankly.

Someone actually shared a really touching story with me not long ago, actually. I was standing in line at a coffee shop in New York, and I heard this kind of grumble behind me. Someone asked, “Are you Nell Jones from NCIS: LA?,” and I kind of winced, afraid to turn around. I know native New Yorkers, I was thinking, “What did I do wrong? Did I accidentally cut the line or not cover my mouth when I sneezed?” So, I turned around to face this person and they proceeded to tell me about their 12-year-old daughter who wasn’t like the other girls in her class. She was interested in science and forensics and computers. This woman told me that a lot of times as a mother, she didn’t know what to do with her daughter, and that Nell and the character that I played for the last 10 years had helped her daughter to find some confidence in who she was and what she wanted to be.

So, if my time at NCIS: LA helped a young girl to see the possibility in pursuing a career in intelligence or technology… visibility is everything. If the image of Nell Jones as the brightest bulb in the room can instill confidence in a 12-year-old girl and affect her future, I mean, that’s the ultimate win. That’s it. That’s truly more than I ever could have asked for.

[bangcrizpychan]

Tainted Daisies | i. The Missing Secretary

Chapters: | prologue | i | ii | iii  | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | epilogue |

Genre: psychological thriller, angst, mystery, crime, rich kid!stray kids au, college!au, slow burn

Word count: 3.2k

Ratings: 16+

⚠WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, slight gore

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The huge building stared at you as you gaped at it, you felt as if it was almost calling you "broke" in 127 languages. It was obvious that every material that was used to build this place must have cost a lot of fortune. The look of surprise was written on your face, it was beyond of what you have imagined and if you were to be honest, you actually thought a city called "Yellow Wood" would come off as cheap, but this place is the complete opposite of that word.

The four-storey building was shaped like a huge box and in the shade of sapphire and light gray, with tinted glasses for walls that started from the ground and reached up to the very last floor of the building. Its unique design made it look modern and futuristic-the lack of ornament gave way to a clean aesthetic and the flat roofs gave emphasis on its horizontal and concrete planes. Overall, the beauty of its structure simply took your breath away.

"Are you just going to stand there?" The startling voice behind you made you jump and you felt like your soul had just left your body.

You clutched your pounding heart and turned around, there stood a guy who was kind of your age-he was wearing a white collared shirt that he neatly tucked inside of his denim pants- and you noticed that his shirt was buttoned up to the top that it looked almost suffocating in your opinion. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you muttered a quiet 'hello'.

"Do I know you? I haven't seen you around before," the stranger said, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't think so, I'm new. I just moved here yesterday." You said, looking at the ground and played with your fingers, you were never comfortable with talking to a stranger.

"That's cool! My name is Seungmin, Kim Seungmin," he said, offering his hand out and you politely shook it.

"I'm Y/n L/n," you said, slowly retracting your hand from his. 

"That's a nice name, why don't I show you around?" Seungmin said, walking on ahead as you followed.

"That'd be nice, thank you Kim Seungmin," he chuckled at your politeness.

"Just Seungmin is fine."

Both of you headed to the front door that looked like it could accommodate a family giraffes. It was gigantic, "You don't have giants for students, do you?"

"Nope," Seugnmin said, popping the 'p' and smiled widely at you.

"Our school is just too extra, they wanted to emphasize their luxury by having a huge door and glass walls."

Looking around the place, you could attest that they were indeed extra; chandeliers were hung on the ceiling, clean and polished pale floors underneath you made you feel unworthy of stepping on them. In the middle of the lobby, you see an information desk and a big television attached to the wall above. Benches were scattered all around the place, it gave off a strong 'mall' vibe. But what you noticed the most is that the entrance hall seemed too vacant, aside from the three hallways that led to God knows where, some students rushing to their classrooms and some just sitting in the benches, that was all. 

Is this really a school? You thought.

"You must be confused why it's too empty here," Seungmin said, looking at you as you nodded your head, absorbing the view.

"See that?" he said, pointing to a row of doors in one of the hallways that was located in the west side of the lobby.

"That's where our lockers are, and that one," he said, pointing to the east,

"That's where the faculty and staff stays, and lastly," you looked at the north, it was the longest of the hallways, each side had five elevators on them, and a wall at the end of it.

"It's our way to get to our classrooms to where we should be heading now because we're late." Seungmin finished, grabbing your arm and headed north but you stopped in your tracks causing him to look at you confusedly.

"You go on ahead, I still need to go the dean's office because I don't know where my classroom is." You said, smiling at him.

The look of realization appeared on his face and he quickly scratched the back of his head.

"Right, you're new. Just go to the east wing, each door is labeled with its corresponding college department." You thanked him and started to turn towards the east side when he suddenly called you,

"Y/n, I'll give you my number so we can continue with your tour, if you want to." He said, face turning to a shade of pink that you actually found kind of cute.

"I'd love to, I'll text you so you can come get me," you said, lending him a pen and reaching out your hand towards him.

He scribbled his number on your palm and left to his class while you headed for the dean's office. Stopping at the door that had a "Forensic Science Department" sign above it, you knocked politely before opening it. There were cubicles for the faculty on each side and a wooden door at the middle end.

"May I help you?" You turned to a teacher who was wearing a large spectacles with a stern look on her face.

"Good morning, Ma'am. My name is Y/n L/n, I'm a transfer student." you said, bowing respectfully. 

She curtly nodded her head and pointed to the door in the middle end of the room. You thanked her and rushed to the said door, quietly opening it and as soon as you walked in, a rotting stench hit your nose almost instantly, you fought back the urge to vomit and squeaked out a tiny 'good morning'. In the room with you, there was a woman who looked like she was in her late 40's, so you assumed that she was the dean. She was dissecting a dead cat and you concluded that's where the horrid smell came from.

"Yes? Who are you?" she asked as she removed shards of glass from the cat, creating a squelching sound whenever a shard left the flesh.

"M-my Name is Y-Y/n L/n, I-I am a t-transfer s-student," you stammered, the dean put down the forceps and turned to you.

"Do you have speech impediment?" You shook your head and cowered when she rolled her eyes at you.

"Then speak up, girl. I couldn't understand a thing with what you just said," she said, looking irritated. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and let out a shaky breath.

"M-my name is Y/n L/n, I'm a transfer student," you said, introducing yourself.

"What year are you in?"  she asked, removing her gloves and headed towards you, dried blood smeared all over her lab coat.

"I'm beginning my third this year,"

"How come you've only transferred now?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes.

You averted her strong gaze and found her messy dissecting table quite fascinating at the moment.

"My father and I had to move here because of his work, and I was offered a scholarship," you said, looking around the office.

She must have been outstanding in this field because there were diplomas and awards that hung proudly on her walls, and a plaque with "Linda Suh, Ph.D." imprinted on it sat neatly on top of her desk.

"Hmm, a scholar huh? Do you have your papers with you?" you frantically searched your bag and took out a folder, handing it to Dr. Suh. She flipped through your papers, humming every now and then.

"You have an exceptionally high grades, it would be an honor to have you as our student," how her demeanor instantly changed from stern to kind, terrified you.

"There's only one section for BS Forensic Science because not everyone has the guts to choose a career path where you always see blood and the human anatomy,"

"But this course is broad though, you don't always have to be present at a crime, you could be a forensic accountant-"

"What about you, Miss. L/n? Would you like to be on the scene of the crime?"

------

Dr. Suh's question played on a loop inside your brain the whole trip towards your classroom, of course you wanted to be a forensic analyst, you wanted to be in the field and not detect embezzlement or deal with taxes. You mindlessly entered your classroom which caused the door to slam a little too hard. Everyone snapped their heads towards you and you lowered down your head, embarrassed by your rashness.

"You must be Miss. L/n, class this is our transfer student. No time for introduction, go sit wherever you like," Your professor said, dismissing you and continued with her class.

You could still feel eyes set on you when you sat on the third row but they soon shifted their attention back to the screen. Scribbling down your notes, you noticed that you have already tackled this at your University back at home but you reckoned it was better to write them down again. The door slid open once more and revealed an attractive young guy with light brown hair, and when he entered the room,a bunch of girls murmuring and giggling with each other filled your ears.

"Mr. Lee, it's the first day of school and you're late,"

"I'm sorry Ms. Park, won't happen again," his deep voice charmed you and his Australian accent wasn't helping your curiosity either. Prof. Park sighed and told him to take a seat.

Highlighting the things you didn't understand, you ignored the young man. A series of 'you can sit with me' erupted in the room but Prof. Park quickly hushed them and went on with her lecture. You felt a presence standing next to you which caused you to look up and meet eyes with "Mr. Lee".

"Can I help you?" you asked, staring at his freckles.

"You're new aren't you?" He asked and you pursed your lips together, nodding nonchalantly.

"Can I sit next to you, then?" he asked, pulling out the chair to your left and you just mumbled a simple “whatever”.

"I'm Lee Felix, and you're definitely new?" he asked once again, looking like he doesn’t believe that he had a new classmate.

"yes, I am new," you said tiredly.

"Then aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"Do I have to?" that earned you a chuckle from him and glares from his 'fangirls'.

"Well, it's common courtesy to say your name when the other party introduced themselves to you," you sighed and set your pen down.

"My name is Y/n, I'm a transfer student, and that's all you need to know." You finally answered, before turning back to your notes.

You didn't mean to come off as rude to him, but it made you uncomfortable with how you earned harsh looks just by talking to him. He mumbled a soft 'fair' but did no effort to hide his amused smile at all.

-----

"Y/n, I could show you-" Felix started but you were already gone, he chuckled to himself and watched your figure disappear from the crowd.

You took out your phone from your pocket and texted Seungmin, who told you to meet him at the cafeteria, and luckily, both of you had the same lunch breaks. You went to the extension building because that's where the map said the cafeteria would be.

"Y/n!" You immediately recognized Seungmin's voice and you see him sitting in one of the tables with a guy who had a pretty peach-colored hair and who looked younger than you. You walked towards him and he instantly offered you a seat next to him, to which you gladly accepted.

"Y/n, this my friend, Yang Jeongin, he's in his second year," Seungmin said, introducing the young lad in front of you.

He shyly reached out his hands and you firmly shook it.

"Which reminds me, what year are you in and what's your major?" Seungmin asked.

"I'm in my third year-"

"Cool, we're in the same year then," he cut you off and you raised an eyebrow at him, he muttered a quick sorry then told you to continue.

"-and I take BS Forensic Science." Jeongin gaped at you.

"Wow, you must have a lot of guts to be taking that course."

"It's not all that brutal," you said, scratching the back of your neck and giving him a shy smile.

"Well, I major in BS Journalism," Seungmin said, showing you his camera and pointed at Jeongin.

"And he's taking law," Jeongin nodded his head, glancing at his law books.

"That's great! Maybe we could all work together fighting crimes after we graduate," you joked, watching the boys stifle a laugh.

Excusing yourself, you went to grab your food since the boys already had theirs. You thanked the lunch lady and as you started to walk back to your table, a hand suddenly grabbed your shoulders, you snapped your head towards the owner of the said hand and let out a sigh when you saw that it was only Felix.

"What do you want now, Felix?" you asked, heart still beating from your nervousness.

"Oh, don't be so grumpy new girl, I'm just here to offer you a seat with my friends."

"No thanks, I have made friends that I'd rather sit with," and with that, you made your way back to your table, ignoring Felix's calls.

"Was that Lee Felix?" Seungmin asked as you set your tray down, you nodded and sat down on your own seat.

"Yeah, he's my classmate." you said, stabbing the chicken with your fork.

"You shouldn't be friends with him," Jeongin interjected which caused you to cock your eyebrow at him.

Pointing his chopsticks towards Felix's table, you finally got to see his group of friends. There were five of them in the table; Felix was in between two raven-haired boys, one was wearing glasses and the other was an extremely tall and handsome looking guy-he looked unreal, you thought.

In front of them sat a dirty blonde-haired guy with cheeks that made him look like a squirrel as he chowed down his food, and a guy that made your breath hitch in your throat- he had curly blonde hair and was wearing a muscle tee that showed off his toned arms, you were going to be honest, it wasn't his muscles that caught your attention, but it was something about him that made you feel drawn to his presence. He looked...familiar.

"They're the Elites, their fathers are powerful and you don't want to mess with them," Jeongin said, stuffing his mouth with kimchi.

"Except for Bang Chan, it's that blonde buff guy, we don't know who his parents are but they're friends with him," Seungmin added.

Bang Chan. Even his name sounded familiar. Who is he? you silently thought.

-----

After your class ended, you and Jeongin decided to wait for Seungmin at one of the benches in the lobby, you were laughing at a joke Jeongin had cracked when the news suddenly caught your attention.

"Mayor Lee's secretary, Kim Hyunae, has been reported missing when she had not returned nor reported to work for three days. She was last seen at a café near the Yellow Wood City Hall at 9:28 in the evening. If you have any information about Ms. Kim Hyunae, please do not hesitate to call the Yellow Wood Police Department or the nearest police station near you."

"That's too bad, she used to bring Felix's stuff here when he had forgotten them at his home," Jeongin sighed.

"D-do you think she's dead?" you asked nervously to Jeongin, who just shrugged.

"Crimes are rare here at Yellow Wood, the chief of police, who's also Bang Chan's uncle, is really good at keeping the crime rates to almost a zero."

Kim Hyunae's picture they flashed on the screen, making you stare at it intently. Yellow Wood seems to be more interesting than you thought.

----

"-have any information about Ms. Kim Hyunae, please do not hesitate to call the Yellow Woo-" silence filled the department as the chief turned off the television.

Rubbing his temples, he reached towards his sixth cup of coffee but then released a sigh when he realized that it was empty. The Mayor had been putting him under pressure to find the secretary. Crimes were not unusual in this part of the city, there are muggings occasionally, but a missing person was new to everyone. It started a fear in him that there may be a threat emerging in the perfect city of Yellow Wood.

"Chief Wang?" the tired chief whipped his head and faced a concerned cadet. He was a new recruit and one of the best at the training school, to which why the chief of police handpicked him.

"Any reports about the missing case, Cadet Seo?" the cadet lowered his head and shook it slowly, Chief Wang grunted in frustration and rubbed his eyes.

It had been two days since he had proper sleep and not finding any clues about this hopeless case stressed him even more. This could risk his position at the department.

"But I think she was not murdered, Chief, just kidnapped." Cadet Seo said, making Chief Wang stare at him questioningly.

"What makes you think so?"

"Well, as far as I know, Secretary Kim has always been a sweetheart. There's no one that could possibly hold a grudge towards her," the young trainee said, handing the sleep deprived man a fresh cup of hot coffee.

"But... Mayor Lee has enemies everywhere. There could be a possibility that Secretary Kim was kidnapped-"

"-To gain information and find the Mayor's weaknesses." Chief Wang finished and the cadet nodded approvingly.

Chief Wang took a sip from the coffee and looked at the file, there may be hope about this case after all.

----

Entering your apartment quietly, you kicked your shoes off and hung your jacket on your coat rack. You breathed out a sigh of relief, you had made it inside just before the rain poured down. Taking a look at the apartment, you could see that what you have was small since you weren't rich, but you told yourself that you could still call it home. You passed your living room and noticed that the television was on, showing nothing but static.

"Good evening, Dad," the figure of a man was turned back against you, bottles of beer scattered on the floor making you assume that he must be wasted again. You turned off the television and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of apple juice when the books on the shelves suddenly fell.

The alarming sound made your spine tingle with fear, you looked at the shelves and to the open window next to it, you figured the wind must've knocked them off. Quickly closing it and shutting the blinds off, you rushed inside your room and got ready for bed. The city itself was beautiful but having an apartment next to dark alleys made you anxious. You decided to call it a day and fell asleep with the missing secretary's face haunting your dreams.

[notalwaysthevillian]

Say My Name, Say My Name

@cloverlyanxious I was your Secret Santa!! <3

Pairing: Romantic Intrulogical, Platonic Creativitwins

Prompt: They have to say each other’s name to figure out they’re soulmates.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Remus is mentioned (I guess he’s sympathetic but that’s your call), talk of dead bodies, Remus calls Logan ‘Daddy’ as a joke, kissing, let me know if there’s anything else

After living for his roommate for an entire school year, Logan thought he would never be surprised again. Roman was extremely spontaneous, often dragging Logan off to events that he’d heard only about that morning. It was something Logan had grown accustomed to over the year, to the point where he didn’t bother to make plans on any given day.

So when he walked in on the first day of sophomore year to find someone who looked a bit like Roman but also...not sitting on his bed, he was proven wrong.

“...hi?”

“Lo!” Roman called from where he’d been hanging up stuff in the closet. “Meet my bro. Re, this is Logan.”

Re laughed at the rhyme, hard enough that his white strip of hair fell into his face. He flicked his head, getting it out of his face. “Nice to meet you, Lo.”

“He’s the nerdiest guy you’ll ever meet.”

While those words may have been an insult to some people, Roman knew that Logan took them as a compliment.

“Remus is transferring to our school.” Roman continued to pile clothing in the closet. “He’s dorming over in Rockwell though.”

“Oh. What’s your major?” Logan asked.

Remus shrugged. “I’m undeclared right now. But I wanna do something gross. You know, like work with dead bodies or cut ‘em open or something.”

“There’s a lot of options there. You could be a coroner, or a forensic anthropologist, or...most of the science majors.” Logan listed off, grabbing the course catalogue and flipping through it. “You’d have to be alright with a bunch of labs though.”

When no one responded, Logan looked up to find the brothers staring at him. “What?”

“No one has ever reacted like that when I tell them I want to do something gross.”

Roman nodded, a glittery sweater in his hands. “No one really gets my brother except for me.”

“There is a need for doing the jobs that people deem ‘gross’.” Logan made air quotes. “If no one did that work, there would be problems. For example, trash collectors are vastly undervalued. If no one picked up trash, it would collect in the streets and make the world a disgusting mess.”

“I just really wanna pick up some guts.”

Logan laughed, setting the book down. “To each their own. Now if you’re going to lay on my bed, the least you can do is help me make it up.”

Remus wiggled his eyebrows, but before he could say anything Roman threw a scarf at his face. “No sex jokes in here. This is a safe zone.”

“Fiiiine.”

Over the next month, the Logan learned a lot more about Remus. For one, he learned that he and Roman shared the same penchant for nicknames. Remus never called him by his first name, which was rare in their society. Normally people wanted to find their soulmates quickly, but Remus didn’t seem to care about soulmates.

When Logan asked him about it, he merely shrugged. “I’ll find them eventually. And if I don’t, I don’t.”

That was something Logan could respect. He also didn’t really care about finding his soulmate, which had been a point of contention between him and Roman when they’d first met. He’d refused to call Roman by his full first name for months, before it had finally slipped out. By then, Roman was relieved that they weren’t soulmates.

Remus had borrowed a handful of nicknames from his brother, namely ‘nerd’ and ‘brainiac’ but he’d also come up with quite a few of his own.

“Hey, Nerdy Wolverine, can you pass me the popcorn?”

“Sure, Re.”

Logan was not one for nicknames. He would, however, call people whatever it was they preferred to be called. Which, in Remus’s case, was Re.

“Sorry, Re, I’m not good at Psych.” Logan heard one day when he came back to their room.

“Psychology is my major.” Logan said as he tossed his backpack on the floor by his desk. “Perhaps I can be of assistance?”

“Oh, Logster, that would be awesome!”

So Logan began to help Remus with his Intro to Psych class. Remus was excellent at remembering terms, so long as Logan related it back to something ‘gross’.

“Who was Pavlov?” Logan asked. He was quizzing Remus in one of the back corners of the library, where they wouldn’t be bothered.

“He was the guy with the dogs.” Remus signed ‘dog’ as he said this. 

It was another thing he and Logan had been working on. Sometimes Remus made crude gestures, so Logan was working on getting him to sign instead. Which had led to Remus learning dirty words in sign language, but at least most of the general public didn’t know what he was saying.

“He would ring a bell when it was dinnertime or something, and then the dogs started to associate the bell with dinner.”

Logan put the flashcard into the correct pile, before picking up the single card in the incorrect pile. “Skinner?”

“The pigeon man.”

“But what did he do?”

“Um…reinforcement?”

Logan nodded, uncrossing his legs. “Positive reinforcement is?”

“When you get a good thing after doing a thing, which makes you do the thing more often.”

“Not the terms I would’ve used, but yes.” Logan shook his head, marvelling at how Remus’s brain worked. “And negative reinforcement?”

“Pretty much the same thing, just the other way. You get a bad thing for not doing a thing.”

“And punishment?”

Remus shot him a grin. “What, like ‘spank me, Daddy’?”

Logan gave him a deadpan stare. “Re.”

He huffed, blowing his white streak into the air. “Punishment makes you not do the thing.”

“Good.” Stretching, Logan picked up the set of flashcards. “I think you’re ready for your test.”

Sitting up, Remus gave him a real smile. It wasn’t the smile he had after a joke, or a smile he would plaster on his face to make someone uncomfortable. It was genuine. “Thanks, Logan.”

“Anytime, Remus.”

A jolt seemed to spark through Logan’s skin, making his eyes widen. He snapped his head up to meet Remus’s eyes, which were also wide. “Did you -”

“-feel that?” Remus finished, nodding vigorously. “What do we do now?”

“I believe it’s customary to take one’s soulmate to dinner, but we’ve had plenty of those together.” Logan said, blushing as Remus crawled closer to him. “What are you -”

“I’m going to kiss you.” The phrase was blunt, just like most of what Remus said. “Unless you tell me not to.”

Logan couldn’t help but grin as Remus settled in his lap.

“Now why would I do that?”

[currentfandomkick]

Bio! Dad Strange part 4

Shorter but a paris update for her life and a little on gotham with Jason as Robin while Tim is a hero Stalker.

Marinette is 7 when she changes schools, ordered into the Dupont school chain by her teachers since she was getting ‘difficult’ and contradicting their ciriculum. When they challeneged her on this, she went to the school board with Rolland beside her of all people.

The board agreed on one thing, Marinette’s contradictions were not only factually correct, but were done to prevent the outdated ciriculum from hurting her classmates. Instead of punishing her, she got to skip a gade and was given to Dupont as a ‘highly reccomended gifted student’.

Her first day she met Max, who also skipped a grade. The pair bond in five seconds over a new programming focused on learning emotional intelligence. Uncle Riddler was showing her it, and Max got his hands on a various ai bases. This led to then teaming up and designing the one and only Markov together, if only in schematics.

A week in and the two notice that some kids are being followed around by a guy with a bat. They report it. Again and again, but no one can find him.

One day he catches the pair on their way to Max’s—they wanted to work on their ai together, ok? The guy tries to hit Max, saying something about them being lucky metas that needed to suffer.

Marinette’s gotham training kicked in. She caught the bat, ripped it away from him and hit him in the chest with it, while yelling at max to run.

At the end of the incident, videotaped by a bystander, the Dupont Stalker was arrested.

Marinette was given another name by the police, ‘fille de batte’ or bat girl. Her having family in gotham only made the nickname more popular.

This put her on Kim and Alix’s radar. Kim wanted a challenge for fighting and competitions, and this tiny kid did that—to an adult! New friend and rival!

Alix was went from shock to joy as Marientte does art. She does art. Art friend to rant to found!

Nino ran into Marinette not long after Kim and Alix attached themselves to her and Max. Nino became their judge for Kim challenges. Including Mari pinning Kim to the mat, or deciding who did a circus move better (Mari won acrobatics).

Chloe doesnt go to dupont until next year, and sabrina is in another class, mildly concerned for Marinette.

In this au, again, Dupont is considered a ‘i would not be shocked if there were metas there’ school for gifted kids in any way.

Marinette is sent there for her insane science obsession at the time, but is also put in their arts program with Alix to develop as an artist with her medium, fabrics and fashion.

And if marinette redesigns hero outfits as “monsiuer ross, scribbles have more style, let alone fashion sense” alot, well. Kids get obsessed a lot and the Justice League is a common one, as are known villians. Her everyday outfits having different hero schemes—oddly enough some forensic scientist she’s obsessed with from some american city ended up in her mix—well. She’s a kid and showing signs a few types of anxiety.

Possible social and OCD and a developing case of perfectionism common to the arts program. The school has her see a therapist and know she isnt telling them everything beyong mild concern for her gotham family, and confusion over people just ‘not getting things’ as she is terribly smart and good at finding patterns and how do people not see it?

By the end of the year Marinette is in a strong friend group who’s parents and hers have decided to have joint custody during the school year.

She was now (forced) to learn vietnamese from Kim’s Grandparents, italian from Rolland (her nonno that has a Thing for tradition and somehow married Gina and raised Tom mostly on his own while running the bakery to boot), english from Father/Strange, Mandarin from her Maman and she started Arabic to talk with Nino’s aunt who kept saying marinette was her future in-law and point out that nino and her are friends, not dating ma’am.

However, Nino endured most of this with her-not the italian or Mandarin, but the others. Kim couldnt get Arabic but mandarin was a breeze for him. Alix cannot get vietnamese or arabic but Mandarin is her jam after french. Max just speaks french and english, he understands the others he just cant get the sounds right, ok?

When Marinette goes back to Gotham that summer, she ends up dealing with Hero Stalker Tim (jason is robin now) while looking for Red Hoodie who No oNE is telling her what happened and she’s worried, ok?

Tim feeds her obbsession with fixing problems. He sometimes sends her building layouts of places Catwoman stole from. And then the jewlry reappears thanks to a nervous Marinette coached by Rose and Ghoul while Frost handles her post-fix it freak out. Tim also may or may not get helped by her alot during Batman Stalking Time as she teaches his butt how to sneak and complains he’s worse than penguin.

Tim hates that, works on it, and still has nonidea who she is. He does admit to figuring out who batman may be, but needs more evidence so...

Marinette hits him becuase “thats dangerous!” And tries to lecture him in identites.

Batman’s radiowave was used for said lecture.

“And it puts their families in danger you, uh, hero stalker! And stuff so no more identity investigations!”

“They have the same builds, and did signsture moves from—“ the signal cutout.

He and Jason are more careful... ish. They change channels and monitor the old one.

Sometimes Batman catches Marinette and Tim talking about coldcases and she has asked three times if he heard anything about Jason’s street kid identity. Jason is feeling guilty about this as she’s his Pixie Pop. This lets Bruce know that the probably-clark’s-kid would keep Jason away from GCPD and CPS.

When a convo leads to Batman finding out Tim and Marinette have considered asking the police for help with a case of medicine that needed to be recalled as it was beign used to mule drugs contaminated the batches and hurt patients, but turned it down after she saw some taking bribes from Fish, Batman lets Gordon know and an investigation is launched.

While Bats is away, Jason visits marinette as Robin and tries to get her to bats for more information and a lecture on heroing without adult supervision. Maybe.

Only she’s currently stealing from a sleeping selina at another HQ. A Selina who has stopped trying to stop marinette and let riddler turn her house into one of his ‘traps’ to stop Marinette’s ‘return theiving’.

Jason gets stuck in a trap. Marinette is gone by then, scared Robin will tell Superman about her and he’ll hurt her family or something.

Catwoman is annoyed at Marinette’s sucess. She goes to stop the girl after leaving him tied up for Batman with a message: leave her new kitten-to-be alone.

Follow up talk post-Caught Marinette reverse theiving.

“Blame the Council’s decrees. She’s their little princess, and my new neice,” Catwoman watched Batman carefully.

Confused Batman in interrogator mode. “You mean the Court of Owls, arent they disbanded?”

“Bats, the council is gotham’s underground. Apparently Two-Face made the contracts as penance for scaring the Princess during a breakout. Unless you want an organized attack by the council, steer clear of her.”

Batman conencts the dots and curses himself. The girl he was looking for last summer is the Princess of Gotham’s underground. It will be hell finding her. And Superman/Clark will lose it when he’s told.

He lets the JL know about it, saying ‘possibly kyptonian clone, female child. Gotham’s underground is calling her their Princess. Connor and Kidflash tailed her last summer during the arkham breakout while Robin was with the Titans. Be alert for a small asian girl.’

That was how Marinette ended up on the JL watch list and how Superman had another existential crisis.

Dick freaks out with the Titans over this. Becuase kyltonian raised by villians is terrifying. Jason forwarded the message and adds on “she’s a good kid and wants to help. Somehow keeps zsasz and joker from killing people, so its not good to take her away or issolate her from the villians if you find her. From what i remember, she is terrified of her family beign put in danger. The others wont listen to me. If you can, pass this along to the other sidekicks and your allies—none of them trust me enough to listen. I cant talk to her as a civilian like i used to either for obvious reasons. And she’s terrified of me-Robin. Maybe you can get through to her, or someone else can. Just talk to her first, she’s more reasonsble than she looks”

Dick doesnt read the add on until much later and regrets it.

He met marinette once. She was a very excited kid babbling about aerodynamics in acrobatics and asking about that. Not hero things, not power things, or justice league but That.

He tried to be nice but he was having a horrible mission, saw the girl floating as she rambled and tried to grab her.

She freaked out and bolted, sort of. He got slammed into a building, or would have had she not caught him, rambled in french while trying to apologize (he was a but stunned from the throw, and rebooting as villian-kyptonian was... nice?) and put him on the roof, hit his communicator and said one thing.

“I think i broke your robin? All are robins like bird bones or something?”

He regained a functioning brain as that. That was something he could respond to.

“I am human thank you!”

That seemed to be enough for her as he moved to get up. She waved bye and bolted, something about Rose being mad at her for being late...

“Titans. I think we might have been wrong about the kid...”

Later with Young Justice the info was passed on.

Jason asked if anyone read his attachment and was met with silence. He groaned and told them “so another team she’s going to avoid... great.”

Marinette added the titans to her list of ‘people to aviod—tetch and Jerimah were the worst. Luthor and Cadmus were under them. Then the entire Justice League (they would tell batman or superman. Snitches.), followed by GCPD, CPS, the Bat Family and now Titans. She wonders if she needs to add anyone else, and hates that she cant talk to heroes. They could help with controlling her powers instead of suppressing them but she cant trust them not to give her to superman like batman did with Rose to Poison Ivy and she’s pretty sure Superboy too.

Next time, times marinette accidently put together identities and curses Hero Stalker Tim for her now knowing.

[tchalla-rogers]

Charlie’s Angels

AVENGERS FANFICTION (eventual steve rogers x reader)

series masterlist

PART 1. I Have A Plan

next part: PART 2. PART 3. PART 4. PART 5. PART 6. PART 7. PART 8.

“I have a plan,” your friend Claire stated, as three of you gathered in your apartment’s living room. Three vigilante women in their twenties with superpowers living in a dingy apartment, struggling to pay off their student debt. What could go wrong? 

You have the blonde Claire Borne who works in a law firm and fucks her boss to get extra on her next paycheck. She has a lot of men under her sleeve who surprisingly haven’t figured out that they’re all the “side chick”. You’ve definitely seen more than three in her room in one day. It was definitely due to her ability to control all of their minds, but you wouldn’t say anything. Especially due to her superhuman strength.

Next was Salia Frazier, who works as an accountant but she still couldn’t make enough money to get out of this apartment. Most of her money was going to rent and more bills, but not enough was going to paying off her college debt or saving up for moving out. She wasn’t that mad because these two girls she lived with were her best friends. They were thankful when none of them felt like moving off of the couch to get the remote and Salia could use her telekinetic powers so they didn’t have to move an inch. Now, that was perfect. She even had the same super strength as Claire.

And then there was you, Y/N McAvoy. Thanks to your parents dying in a plane crash on their way to Europe, they left their flower boutique shop to you. Of course, this was until you finally found a job that fits with your degree. Even though you were undecided for most of your college career, you took an interest in studying Criminal and Forensic science. This florist life wasn’t cutting it and you hated some of your favorite flowers now. Sometimes you would accidentally cut yourself, but you could thank your quick healing powers for not having to deal with much blood. Besides that, you had super strength like the other two, which you all had finally gained control of. You all decided to take self-defense classes to attempt to learn how to fight and the super strength came as a shock to all of you. 

The three of you met each other freshman year of college and took a trip to an abandoned building far behind a frat house. And then BOOM, the three of you are here fighting for the law but against the law. “Better be a good one this time,” Salia mumbled, grabbing her glass of wine. It wasn’t the first time that Claire had come up with ideas that were not substantial. 

“Hey, don’t come for me.” Claire crossed her arms and then grabbed the wine from the table and pouring it in her own glass.

“You’re going to need our approval, or you're doing the job alone.” 

Claire downed her glass of wine and already began pouring another and said, “It involves killing someone.” She swigged the contents in her cup around, looking at both of your shocked faces. You had killed other people before but you were hoping that this would be a quick mission. 

“Yeah, it’s a no for me,” you declared after a few seconds, looking between Claire and Salia. “We need money, not to kill someone. And don’t use your mind control powers on us.”

Claire sat down between you and Salia and laughed. “I promised I would never do that, jackass.”

“We also promised not to have this end with someone dead.”

“Okay, well, we know that Victor Martinez stole close to three million dollars and will be sitting at the gala down the street from us tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” she clarified. “We still have that poison from the last mission. I say you and Salia slip in and waitress the event, slip some in his food. I’ll use some mind control and have him up under my sleeve. I go to his hotel and steal anything he has on him.”

You stared at Claire, instantly reaching for the wine to gulp down any thoughts you had and quiet yourself. Salia groaned, always expecting for Claire to be the one to take the man to the bedroom. She could thank her mind control tricks, but Salia did note that she was an attractive woman. “I’m in,” Salia simply replied and stood up. “And I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 6 P.M.,” you stated, looking at Salia questioningly. 

“I tend to sleep earlier before we kill someone. It’s my nighttime routine.” Salia grabbed her fuzzy blanket and put her wine glass in the sink. 

You laughed, “You could go famous on YouTube for that video.”

***

the next day

It was disgusting looking at so many rich people fake laugh a million times but the food was amazing. The poison was hidden underneath the napkin in your hand and your gun tucked neatly in your pocket. You spotted Victor Martinez in the gala an hour ago, but now Salia and you were waiting for Claire and him to sit down for dinner. They talked, laughed, whispered to each other, drank...and now it was time for the dinner. 

By the kitchen, Salia and you were mumbling to each other about the plan. Each person that walked past was barely paying attention to you two. There were so many people here, it was easy for you guys to slip in without them questioning you. Stupidity. 

“Okay, you put it on the food now. I already poured some in this wine,” you stated, grabbing an expensive plate of steak that smelled really good right now.

“That’s a perfectly wasted bottle of wine.”

“Tell me about it.” 

The two of you walked out into the dining area, slipping away from each other. You walked around, watching Salia place her plate down in front of Martinez. She smiled and winked at Claire and then looked to you, giving you the signal. You slipped past a few people sitting at their tables, asking you for some wine. When you reached the table, you eyed Claire. She nodded at you secretly and then looked around the table to make conversation with the people around her. “More wine,” Martinez ordered in a monotonous tone. He had his arm laying on the back of Claire’s chair and raised his glass to you.

“My pleasure.” You slipped a large amount of the wine in his glass until he told you to stop. He barely waited for you to step away before he downed the entire glass in a few seconds and wiped the wine dribbling from the side of his lip. You smirked at Claire, making your way to the kitchen to finally leave. 

“Ma’am, some wine?” someone asked, raising their glass.

“Ask someone else.” You finally made it to the kitchen and poured the contents of the wine down the drain, leaving it next to the other empty wine bottles. Salia came up behind you and the two of you waited and drove your car outside of the hotel for Claire to do her thing. 

It was a good idea that the two of you snuck some food into your pockets while you waited for Claire. It took almost an hour and a half for her to finally leave the apartment, tucked in her peacoat jacket, attempting to stay warm in this winter weather. She slipped into the back of the car and pulled everything out of her pockets. “That dumbass seriously had $100,000 in the suitcase and even showed me it without me controlling him.”

“He showed it to you? Rich people are dumb as shit,” you commented, taking a fry from your food stuffed napkin. 

She took her purse and handed it to Salia in the passenger seat. “That split up could easily pay off a lot of our student loans.” Claire took off her gloves, rubbing her hands together to warm up. “And I made sure to leave a note.”

Salia was checking through Claire’s purse, amazement in her eyes. “What kind of note?”

“A suicide note that states how ashamed he stole millions of dollars from charities. A little mind control doesn’t hurt.” Claire smirked, knowing that she finally had a plan that worked out. 

***

“I think the Charlie’s Angels wannabes were apart of this,” Tony states, standing around the Avengers as they talked about who they were after for the past few months. In front of them was a screen showing all of their hits and murders around New York. Three women with no names going on killing sprees, taking down bad guys and Tony had no idea about their motive. It was definite that superpowers were behind most of their success stories, but Tony was tired of running after them. “Would that idiot really confess to stealing...right before killing himself with poison?”

“Honestly, rich people aren’t the smartest, Tony,” Natasha spoke up, tapping her fingers on the table that all of the Avengers sat at. “One less rich idiot to worry about.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember them being apart of Ocean’s 8.”

“And yet you still can’t catch them,” Natasha mumbled. Deep down she somehow knew that what they were doing wasn’t the smartest, but it was for good reason. They were vigilantes, just like the rest of them. Sure, they weren’t out killing people secretly and they were a lot more public...but they were still killing people who were breaking the law. Fighting for the people who weren’t able to. Tony just never listened to her, though. 

Tony grumbled, frustrated with the motivation slipping from his team. He looked at all of them as they just sat there obviously not wanting to bother catching these girls. They’ve had problems with Victor Martinez before, but he didn’t want them to get away with something again. Tony wanted to deal with him with the Avengers and they did it again before him. He signed off the screen before collecting his papers from the table. “Yeah, okay...meeting’s over.” Tony walked out from the room, getting ready to head to the florist that Rhodey had recommended him. It was Valentine’s Day and he was just deciding to buy the flowers for his date with Pepper tonight. Definitely, the king of procrastinating but that just meant that the flowers were fresher.

McAvoy Florist wasn’t a far drive from the Avengers Compound and it wasn’t far from the restaurant that he had booked a reservation for, either. He just hoped that Rhodey was right about how good this florist was. When he walked in the smell of fresh flowers invaded his nostrils. The different array of colors made his decision harder, but he definitely wanted to get the biggest pre-arranged bouquet that he could.

He spotted a young girl arranging a bouquet behind the counter, listening to the music blasting from the speakers. He watched the bouquet he was making for a few seconds before she finally realized that there was someone in her shop. She set down her scissors, lowering the music on her phone. “Iron Man?” she asked and moved behind the counter. 

Tony nodded, pointing at the flowers that she was working on. “Are those almost done?”

“Yeah, actually. But I was making them more for myself than for Iron Man,” she admitted. 

“I’ll pay…” Tony began rummaging through his wallet, eyes set on the bouquet that she had completed. “$400. Out of pocket.” He slipped the money in her hands as she held a shocked look on her face. He knew it definitely cost a few hundred less than that amount but he also noticed that she was the only one working in this shop. “You own this place?”

She slipped behind the desk, putting the $400 in her register and finishing up some final touches on her bouquet. She was glad because now this could cover the cost of making another bouquet for herself. “Um...yeah. Y/N McAvoy.” When she was finished with the bouquet, she handed it over to Tony Stark. He took the vase from Y/N and smiled at her and made his way to the exit.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

[elejahfanfic]

The Vampire Files/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

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tag_ @miguelsbrat​

thanks so much for reading xoxo

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“Right- I’m gonna go” Nick took his coat from the chair.

“No- we still didn’t finish discussing the latest,” Elena said shooting a very significant look at her partner, “plus Jenna is making her special lasagne and you got to try it.”

Nick wavered for a second, and then put the coat back on the chair, and sat down at the table.

Elena turned to Joel, now asking him to follow her to the small entrance hall.

“I’m sorry, but we got to work on the case.” Elena said to the surgeon.

“Yeah, I see” Joel said. “I should have called.”

“Yeah, you should have” Elena nodded a little, biting a nervous gulp back.

“Ok” Joel inhaled, twisting his lips. “I’m not going to keep you - I just - wanted to tell you that the other night was amazing and it made me realize that I fucked up and - I won’t give up”

“Joel” Elena started, but he now stopped her before she could continue, pulling her into a deep, long kiss.

In the living room, Nick couldn’t help but overhear them. Unexpected feelings rushed through him, causing his heart to strangely pump with jealousy. Where was this coming from? He barely knew Elena. And these feelings welling up inside him were something he now tried to shrug off.

Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise, and changes your life forever.

Camille’s words shot out of nowhere. Yes, he cared about her and that was it. There was nothing more.

He now tossed his phone on the table.

“Amaro, everything all right?” Elena said as she walked back in the living room.

“Yes, why?”

“I hope you are not angry that I kind of invited you to stay for dinner. I just -”

“Hey - what are partners for - “

“Yeah - this was so childish of me - it’s just - things are complicated between me and Joel and - “

“You don’t have to explaind.It’s all good. I would have grabbed some food on the way home from the diner. But home cooked is always better.”

“It is. Ok - a beer?” Elena offered and then remembered that there was none. “Ice-cream?”

“Well, actually, I will have some ice-cream.” Nick then said.

“Chocolate chip fudge mint? Or plain chocolate?”

“Plain chocolate, thank you.”

As she served him the ice-cream, they went on discussing the case, which was scrapped after Jenna returned from a shopping spree. She was more than pleased that Nick stayed for dinner.

Darkness was consuming Elena, and Jenna wanted so badly to get her out of it, although she knew that that could never be. But, at least, she could balance it with some normalcy, and that night the trio enjoyed some time out form the world, sharing stories of their childhood, laughing and joking.

***

Days passed by and the investigation about Elena's attack led to yet another dead end. Stefan and Valerie still didn’t let themselves be defeated. There was more to dig and so they continued digging, which led them to Lorenzo St. John, an eighty year old man, in the heart of New York.

In Whitmore

"She wore a very ancient cut of the Lapis lazuli. The one that counteract the wiles of the spirits of darkness and procure the aid and favor of the spirits of light and wisdom." Bonnie said to her fellow forensic science professor, Damon Somer.

"So, she is not just an FBI Agent?!" Damon said.

"I don't know. According to the myth, only a demon huntress wore one"

"So, you think she killed the vampire?" Damon asked.

"I went back to the woods and there was no trace of it. So, if she is the huntress- then- huh, I couldn't save Lexi-" Bonnie's eyes watered.

"Stop beating yourself up. You did your best. You have no magic anymore. There is nothing you could have done"-Damon tried to comfort her.

"You know that others will come"- Bonnie then said.

Damon just sighed.

"I have class- so, see you later?!"- Damon said waving goodbye to his friend.

Bonnie went back to her work. But her mind remained restless.

***** In Washington, D.C., the following day

Elena walked into the office. Nick was already there, finishing some paperwork.

Without any particular hello, Elena asked for the file on Lexi Branson.

"How did it go upstairs?" he referred to her meeting with the Field director passing the file to her.

"The usual. I kinda managed to convince him that all is interconnected and he kinda agreed we work with Stefan- Agent Salvatore and Agent Tulle"

"Kinda?" Nick looked at her accentuating the word.

"We still don't have the green light, but - we will get it. Till then it's just shuffling intel" Elena explained.

"No green light, no shuffling!" Nick said firmly.

Elena narrowed his eyes at him. Being so by the book made her blood start to simmer slightly. She had to live with many loopholes, otherwise she would not have survived in the world of demons and darkness. And yet he was there to balance things out, as the director put it out to her.

She sat down at her desk and went through the file.

"Didn't we close this case?"

"She was not just any kind of random kill," Elena said,"she moved to Mystic Falls from Portland. And look at the tattoo on the neck"

Nick walked over to her and she gave him the picture.

"Ankh-Egyptian sign - life!" Nick remarked.

"I don't think it's a random tattoo. Witches wore it."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Trying to make a connection between all the desiccated women. They all had a tattoo on the neck" Elena said.

"But they were not Egyptian?!" 

"No. But each of the women had some connection with the occult."

"Serial killing -desiccating in different States for an occult purpose?!" Nick concluded.

"Something tells me that this not the end" Elena put her thought out to him.

"You still believe it is connected to the attempt on your life?"

"It could be. And then it could not" Elena said closing the file.

An e-mail alert on the computer swayed her from the topic. 

"One thing is for sure -there is no rest for the wicked" she said as she read a report that had just come in.

Nick opened the e-mail himself on his computer and read,"Desiccated woman, age 22, found near New Orleans, Bayou, with bite markings on her wrists"

"Now do you believe me?" Elena said tilting her head poignantly.

"Believe? All this is not a coincidence? Yeah. There is a network of serial killers on the loose." NIkc said picking up the phone scheduling the next flight to New Orleans.

He glanced at Elena. Her face went grim. It looked like it lost all the life in her. She browsed rapidly through her files.

"Want to share?"

"No. Just checking stuff on New Orleans- sending you mail on your phone, so we are n'sync," she said,"when is our flight?"

"5:40 p.m." Nick said.

"Right. We have time to meet Bonnie Bennett"

"The forensic from Withmore?"

"Yes. I called her"

"Her report was very thorough," Nick said,"but I guess this is about the talisman she wore?!"

"Exactly. I did some digging. It is worn by a Wicca Society, well, a very ancient Wicca Council - five covens of very powerful witches put their chosen witch to protect the source of all magic"

"This is all about someone messing with the source of all magic?!"

"Bingo! You are really good! I am impressed."

"You are not serious?!" Nick looked at her slightly gone out.

"I'm deadly serious!" Elena cocked an surprised eyebrow at her partner.

Elena knew that his rational brain was not yet willing to accept that there was this whole other world out there that divided this world with the other by a thin veil that people like her encounter all of their lives.

Her phone buzzed and she now read Jenna's message.

"E's adoptive mother is a Dumas werewolf"

**** In the courthouse

Caroline put her phone down not happy with the intel she got about a case. Klaus approached her reading from her sour face that there was trouble.

"They found McKenzie dead. Drowned in his bathtub"- Caroline informed him.

"Not surprised" Klaus said.

"Montgomery is going to walk!! Ugh!" Caroline was fuming as the case was going to collapse without their key witness.

"Come on, we both need a large bourbon. I'm buying" Klaus invited the feisty assistant D.A.

"I am a Martini girl"  Caroline said.

"Three olives?" Klaus said.

"Yeah- how do you know?" Caroline was amazed that he knew that particularity.

"Last Christmas you sent the drink back cuz the waitress forgot the three olives!"

"Well, she didn't do her job of listening to me when she took the order" Caroline fought her corner.

"You being particular is one of your strong points. You run the office way better than I do at times.” he complimented her.

"One day I plan to take it over" Caroline said without flinching.

"And so very ambitious!"

"What you see is what you get" Caroline said as they got out of the courthouse.

For quite a while he loved everything about her but kept it to himself.

***

At the same time in the park, near Elena’s favourite diner, Elena and Nick met up with Bonnie. Elena showed Bonnie two photos of a shaman and a woman, who carried the same protective amulet as she did.

"Have you ever met them before?" Elena asked straight forward waiting for Bonnie's reaction.Bonnie didn't hide the fact that she knew them.

"That's Rayna Cruz and Xander Drummond," Bonnie said,"we were at college together. They are now in CSI NY"

"What do you know about the Council of Five?" Elena continued to quizz her.

All Bonnie's suspicions about Elena were now confirmed as her look was telling her that she was not going to accept partial truths, indicating to her that she was part of the same darkness that had been enveloping them from birth.

"It's something like a Dead Poets Society" Bonnie replied.

"Right. Seize the day thing," Elena said, "don't believe you"

"That's what it was. A college thing. We loved the movie so much, so we made out this group- and we still meet once a year. We are something like a sorority/fraternity but different"

"Can I become a member or is it a closed off thing?" Elena then asked.

"If you wish," Bonnie replied,"we do a mean barbicue"

"Where are you meeting this year?" Elena continued with the inqusition.

"Whitmore" Bonnie said.

"Great. Count us in"- Elena finished.

Nick, who was letting her quiz Bonnie without interruptions now looked at Elena with wtf expression on his face.

"Thanks for coming all the way out to D.C. - but I really needed you to identify these two officers." Elena said getting up, “Thank you for coming.”

As they left the diner, and got into the car to head to the airport, Nick could not keep his discontent to himself.

"I guess you and Kenner often played off each other in bizarre situations as these, but, seriously wtf was that about?"

"Stefan and - Salvatore and Tulle" Elena corrected herself,” found out that the Council of Five is connected to a case - Francesca Guerrera involving Kai Parker."

"Kai Parker, who disappeared in 2011," Nick said,"which has never been solved"

"No." Elena said, and was cut off as they were interrupted by an important phone call.

“It’s Benson.” Nick said and took the call.

Elena's mind swayed to the Parker case. Although she and Jackson were not directly involved in it, she was consulted about certain artefacts they found in Kai's apartment.

Flashback

"The Parkers are members of a very powerful witch coven. Gemini" Jackson said.

"But there was no proof of it anywhere. Those artefacts proved only that he was into voodoo, bringing stuff over from Haiti, but there was no proof of practice" Elena said.

"You and I both know it was planted there, to sway them from the real truth"

"That they killed their own son and disposed of him in a way that I don't even want to think about?!" Elena concluded.

"Well, you know that anything is possible. The myths about demonic covens says they don't stop at nothing"

"Double negation!" Elena joked a little.

"Gilbert?" Nick repeated twice to get her attention as it was obvious she was somewhere far away in her thoughts.

"What?" Elena muttered turning to the Agent.

"You switched off," he said."Right. I was just trying to connect certain missing dots."

"Resulting in?" he teased a bit."That I actually need a triple shot of moccacino and a tub of ice-cream. My brain is not really functioning"

"Well, we are soon going to be in the Big Easy so I can imagine you will stuff yourself with sweet potatoe pie!"

"I am actually looking forward to beignets!" Elena gave him a there you have it look.They got out of the car and proceeded to the departure lounge.

***

In New Orleans

Marcel sat down with Aya, a witch asking him to lay his left hand out ready to cut in the palm.

"The nightmares will go away, you promise?" he asked for assurance.

"With this you will be rid of your past"- Aya reassured him-"there will only be future from now on. So, once again, are you sure you want to do it?"

Marcel hesitated for a moment, but then agreed-

"Yes, I want it gone. Forever"

Aya cut into Marcel's hand and as the blood dripped into a bowl with other ingredients already prepared the witch chanted an old spell making all the memories of the past erase from his mind. The strange spell had a very powerful effect on Marcel, making him drowsy, which gave the witch a moment to collect some of his blood in a separate bowl.

*

There'll be no rest for the wicked There's no song for the choir There's no hope for the weary If you let them win without a fight I let my good one down I let my true love die I had his heart but I broke it every time

_to be continued

[clowngremlin]

signed up for some anthropology courses at school next semester......taking forensic anthropology and an archeology class, and im actually genuinely so excited about it!!!! i had never consider anthropology as a field of study i’d want to do, but finding out the forensic anthropology is basically what my dream job as a child was, i got really excited and i feel a new zest for life because there’s so many new possibilities for me that i didnt think i could do!!!! i ended up going to art school because i thought i was too stupid to do anything else, and the only classes in school that didnt make me feel stupid were my art classes, but i know now that im not too stupid and that i can really do anything i want to!! i always kind of regretted going to art school and not going into something like forensic anthropology (didnt know what it was called until today so i had been referring to it as “forensic science”) and so i feel really excited and happy because i realized i CAN go to school for that, it’s not to late to follow my dreams and im not too stupid to do it!!! YES i am 23 and went through three years of art school only to decide it’s not for me and slowly grow to hate my favorite hobby (since dropping out i have found enjoyment in doing art as a hobby and means of self expression though!!) but u know what? it really is never too late to figure things out and try something new!!!! i feel a lot less hopeless and directionless because i had pondered many different fields of study and career paths at stuff i thought i’d be good at cause people told me i would be good at it, but i didnt feel super into or excited about any of them......i feel like i have a whole new zest for life and i feel really happy and like the future isnt some weird and hopeless void because i didnt know what i was going to do with myself......it really is never too late to follow ur dreams or change ur mind or anything!!!! everyone has different paths in life, and this is how mine is going!!!

[awkwardbean4337]

Whumptober Day 1- Shaky Hands

Pairing: Bones X ADHD!reader (academy AU)

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 851

Authors notes: This is just a reminder, I do actually have ADHD. this is based off of what I experience with my medication and ADHD in general. others may experience some things differently. I have naturally shaky hands and the medication makes this even worse. now onto the prompt! Beware, this is unedited!!!

Moving quickly through the crowd of people, pushing my way through and muttering apologies as I get glares from the other cadets. You see, I was in a hurry to get to my next class, there was only a few minutes before I had to get there, I wanted to get there early so that I could study a bit for my test. Going into the sciences was all my idea, although going into forensics was not. 

Reaching the classroom with only three minutes to spare before I took the god awful test, I carefully sat down in my “assigned” seat. The seat was in the front of the class, three seats to the left of the professor's desk. Anatomy is one of my favorite subjects that I have been taking this year. Now that may just be because the medical students also have to take it, but it is also because I enjoy learning about how the body works. Setting up my materials made me feel more organized. You see, I have ADHD which makes it hard to concentrate and keep organized.

Looking over my notes, I felt my medication start to kick in. Things suddenly become clearer to me, the words stopped swimming on the page and I could finally read. The feeling of my medication kicking in is almost as blissful as the cherry blossoms falling slowly in arcs to the ground in late autumn. Being distracted by the feeling of peace for just a few seconds, I turn back to my work and start to study the different types of decomposition and mortis. ‘Rigor mortis- the stiffness of death, goes away within 48 hours of death due to muscle decomposition. Livor mortis- the color of death, due to the settling of blood within the tissues causing a deep purple color.’ Reading the notes made me feel more prepared than anything the professor could ever say in class.

While deep in thought, I never noticed my desk mate walking up behind me or trying to catch my attention. “(Y/N), (Y/N)…” I heard a voice in the distance of my thought bubble, I just hummed in response. “(Y/N), class just started” I look up and see him, the person who makes my heart swell and my already bouncy leg, bounce more. Leonard fucking McCoy. He was assigned as my partner in our lab classes since day one in the academy. Ever since day one, I’ve also had a crush on this wonderful grumpy human being. “O-okay,” I stuttered over my words as I brush my hair out of my face, “I guess that I should be paying attention to my surroundings more.” I somewhat joke, a hint of sarcasm slipping from my lips. Bones slightly smiled at me, I guess that he can tell I’m a bit (extremely) nervous for this test.

“Hey, listen, it’s going to be fine. You know this work like it’s the back of your hand. Last test you even got a better score than I did, and I’m supposed to be the smart person at this table too.” Bones reassures me, as sarcasm oozes out of the last statement.

“I know that, I’m just worried because it’s a lot of math and I’m not exactly good at it. I mixed up three signs on my last test, my teacher even questioned if I was feeling okay. I was fine by the way. It just doesn’t help that when I get nervous I need to stim and then people get annoyed with my stims and that makes me stim even more…” going off on a rant, I started to break down a bit mentally, tears started forming and clogging up my vision. I took off my glasses and started to furiously wipe my eyes. My hand was then caught in something that felt like another human hand, which in fact it was. Bones held my hand as though it were a feather. His touch, though light, calmed me down and sent warmth throughout my entire body. His words don’t register for a few seconds as I’m still too upset to understand, when they finally get through I hear him repeat himself  “your hands are shaking, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I-I’m fine,” sniffling a little bit, looking down at my, basically vibrating hands, “my hands normally do that, I guess that my medication just makes it stronger.” Letting go of my hand, Bones turns back to face the front of the classroom, as he does so he proposes a deal, “If you can calm yourself down enough to take the test without your hands shaking so much, If I get a higher score than you, you have to go out on a coffee date with me.”

“what do I get if I win?” I asked uncertainly

“You get to decide where we go. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your “little crush” on me sweetheart” He cockily answers. As soon as the professor walks into the classroom with the papers in hand, I turn to him and say, ”Deal...just count on losing”

[no-passaran]

I saw that you’re studying Archaeology on your side-blog . What do you want to specialize in ? ( a specific timeline or civilization ) And what classes do you have ?

I’m not sure on what I want to specialize in yet, but I should start making up my mind since next year is the last one and I’ll have to sign up for a masters. I’m thinking I may do a masters in either Museology or Colonisations of the Ancient Mediterranean (though I’ve also looked at Medieval Cultures).

The chronology I’m most interested in is Ancient history in the Mediterranean and the Near East, but for a while now I’ve also been very into Medieval Mediterranean, I would like to be able to study Al-Andalus in much more depth.

About the classes, in my uni these are the classes mandatory for the Archaeology program:

1st year: Archaeological methodology 1, Archaeological Theory and Thought (it’s like the different schools of thought and a history of archaeology), History through art, Anthropology in history, Prehistory, Ancient History, Latin, and Gender Archaeology

2nd year: Medieval History, Modern History (what in the Anglo countries they call early modern), Contemporary History (what Anglo countries call late modern), Epigraphy (practically all is Latin epigraphy), Archaeological methodology 2 and 3, Topography, and Written sources.

3rd year: Prehistorical and protohistorical archaeology, Classical and Late Antiquity archaeology, Geoarchaeology and landscape archaeology, Drawing materials and the image in archaeology, and Quantitative methods and Archaeometry (in anglo countries called Archaeological Science). This year we also have to choose 2 optative courses (one for each semestre, I’m doing Ancient Iberian culture this semestre) and a practice which counts as a subject

4th year: Medieval and Postmedieval archaeology, Bioarcheology and physical anthropology and forensics, Exercise of the profession (like the laws and rules etc), and Management of archaeological heritage + again we choose 2 more optatives, a pratise, and the final thesis.

Also I love to talk about archaeology so if you want to ask something (about the discipline, about the subjects or about studying it or anything) hmu!

[samwinchesterfanfic]

What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

[ordersreality]

Crossroads

Ekúi, still sore from the swim and weary from the medication, decided to stay at home, that night. After all, he hadn’t been invited and his big brother can always fill him in, later.

The first thing Second Class Petty Officer Kirk Samuel Hicks, the Coast Guard Instructor, said when Cull got there was, “Go ahead and tie the dog outside. We won’t have room for him.”

Azif reluctantly agreed to play along.

Just in time to hear his name taken in the role call. “Azif i-Sabba? Sounds Iranian, you a terrorist son?”

“Yezidi, Sir, and a terror only to my vitals, Sir.”

“Yezidi? Never heard of them!”

“Must be because you do not listen, can we get on with the class, Sir?”

He called on “Colin Ironwode? What kind of fool name is that?” Then with a little more volume, “Ironwode!?”

The teen opened the door, “Does that mean the ‘dog’ can join the class now?”

“Wait, ‘you’ are Trainee Colin Ironwode?”

“Intern, Son, and yes. And that is ‘iron wood, not iron wad; it’s a weed, not a spit ball, Khurg.”

About that time Captain Madoc stepped to the door, and not realizing the mess that was just made, “Ironwode, what the hell are you blocking the door for?”

“Sorry Captain, I’m tied up for the moment. Still waiting on the Little Officer to let me play with his toys.”

His crew mates thought that was just a little too much, but contained the giggling rather well.

Madoc was still not amused. He opened the door he swept his hand to wave xer in.

Cull grabbed a blue plastic, butt-slider chair at the back, turned it around, and climbed in as best xe could.

Meanwhile, Hicks just had to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me you were signed up for this class?”

“Why did you ass-u-me I wasn’t? You did not even ask, just commanded I be tied up. A fetish of yours, Mate?”

“But, your not hu-,” the man gestured at the body in that blue chair, trying to make sense of what was going on, sputtering, badly.

While Cull patiently waited for the ignition, Hicks went onto the next name on the list, with better courtesy, now that the good Captain was present.

This was followed by what even Madoc thought was a boring rendering of Coast Guard History, skipping over the less popular events like turning the fleet into engines of war during every major military event. Cull had taken to writing one of those Drheigr nursery rhymes when Hicks passed down the isles handing out a booklet.

Cull just couldn’t figure if the man was afraid he wouldn’t have enough, or if someone would get more than their share. The Petty Officer grabbed the doodle and demanded, “What the hell is this?” Without waiting for an answer, “Not in my class!” While the dragon-skinned teen was repressing a growl, “Put that away, you won’t need it here.”

“Um, put what away?”

Tapping the Input Recorder, “That cell-phone, you won’t need it.”

“Khurg, that ‘thing’ is anchored to my skull. It isn’t going anywhere I am not.”

The instructor moved to take it when Madoc barked, “Leave it, Petty Officer!”

“But, Sir,” the Petty Officer whined, “the class, what if it rings!?”

Cull simply grunted, and offered, “It is not a cell-phone. If it rings, I’m the only one who would hear it. Can we focus on the class, Khurg, or can I go home and get some …?”

“… Ironwode!” Madoc barked. “Hicks, either teach the class or get out of my way so I can do it!”

Much subdued and clearly chastised, the Coast Guard Petty Officer continued to distribute his booklet to the rhythm of pages being turned. Though angered by the act without permission, he held his tongue.

When he returned to the front, Hicks asked, “What are the three most important components to an investigation, anyone?”

The seconds ticked on, again to the sounds of pages being turned, without a single volunteer. Feeling somewhat responsible for the silence, Cull raised a winged hand.

Reluctantly, owing mostly to the lack of participation from the thirty-two students before him, he pointed.

“First, blood, sweat, and tears, ninety-percent: then educated and talented deductive reasoning, eight-percent: finally, Anomalous Thought Entities, three-percent.”

“That does not add up, um, Son.” When no explanation was forthcoming, “So, what are ‘Anomalous Thought Entities’?”

“Ideas, hunches, connections, sudden bursts of inspiration, wild-ass chains of reasoning, knowing something without knowing how you come to know it, that sort of thing.”

“And you think it’s that important?”

Shrugging, “It helps.”

“I have never heard of someone relying on ‘hunches’ as a major part of the investigation.”

“Um, my 101% might be a bit fuzzy, but how is ‘three-percent’ a ‘majority’?”

“Tell me, ‘Cull’, how much field experience do you actually have?”

“You mean with the Authority? I don’t know, counting …, wait, is this paid time?”

“Just answer the question!”

“Thirty-two-and-a-half hours, give or take. That would not be counting the times I spent on paleontological digs with my uncle.”

“Thirty-two-and-a-half hours, give or take? Well, I have you know, after eighteen years in the First Fleet I have never entertained a single hunch. Pure science young, um, is it man or woman?”

“Imán, Khurg.” The look of confusion, though entertaining, dispelled any further explanation. “Choose one that entertains you the most, and go with it. I do.”

Then plowing into the ensuing silence, “Petty Officer, after eighteen years you should know that pure science includes both a recognition of ourselves as part of the subject of observations, as well as the knowledge of how very little we really know. I’ve seen people digging in the dirt for hours only to get dirty. And someone accidentally digs where they weren’t supposed to because they thought they saw something, and ‘Dingo!’ a prize in minutes. I’ve also seen someone ignore those hunches and get very hurt. Now, if you don’t mind, I will trust my nearly seventeen years of life experience over your mindless service to our country, any day.”

“Captain, do I have to tolerate this insolence? If he were in the Coast Guard….”

“…I think you would be in chains, Sir. You came to this class with insolence on your tongue. Azif has done nothing to you and yet you call him a terrorist? In a world where that could get him in a lot of hot water? Extraordinary rendition mean anything to you? Pinochet maybe? I don’t even care that you call me a dog, make fun of my name, but he’s my crew mate. I wonder if you even have any friends, Khurg!”

“Captain!?” When Madoc didn’t say anything, “Tell me this, have you ever had a single ‘hunch’ pay off?”

“Just this last Saturday,” Azif replied. “Xe saved a child’s life with it, Sir.”

“What? I don’t get that, how could she have saved a child’s life with a stupid hunch?”

“Story, Petty Officer,” Cull went forward, “the parts that are up for public consumption, that is. I’m floating up there, getting a workout because the ceiling winds are pretty disorganized at the time. I drop down a bit to get some rest and I smell petrol burning. Knowing what I do about the winds I try to follow the smell with my mind as best I can, leading to the discovery of low lying, whitish smoke accented with a taste of black. I fly over there to investigate and notice the boat had already sunk, and a man swimming for Mazatla Peninsula. I’m in contact with my skipper and alert him to my findings. But, I find I am entirely too interested in the sinking boat, and decide to learn why—the singular Anomalous Thought Entity in my equation. The schooner is sinking slowly, nose up, natural I guess if there is still air caught in it. So I open a locked hatch, swim up inside, and there is this little, maybe seven-year-old boy, frightened, feeling very unloved. He says his daddy’s angry with him, I ask where his daddy is, get him to come with me, and learn his dad is now arrested. So, I suppose that ‘one’ hunch saved a boy’s life and lead to a criminal investigation.”

Madoc added, “Not to mention, there were barbiturates in the boy’s stomach. His inhaler was fighting them off. Cull thought enough to grab a baggy and collect the evidence before the fish did.”

“That was just an act of due diligence, Sir, not a hunch.”

“And where were you when you heard the explosion?”

“I don’t know that there was one. I was 33 fathoms over Elephant Island.”

“There wasn’t, just fire,” Madoc added.

“So, how did you learn of it?”

“Okay, let me replay what I said so I know I said it; yes, yes-yes, okay, yes, right after the upper atmosphere turbulence, I told you I smelled the petroleum burning.”

“You must have some pretty special talents to have been made part of the service. Where do you hail from, son?”

Somewhere in the distance a phone rang.

“My mother. Tell me, Second Class PO, eighteen years, and only an E5?”

“Um, nothing to worry about.”

“Good, can we get on with the class? I have some personal training in a few hours and would like some rest before then? We are supposed to be discussing ‘Coast Guard Forensic Procedures,’ not airing your personal issues out.”

The Captain’s personal phone rang, quietly.

The Petty Officer barked, “See, that phone rang!”

Ignoring the charge, “Cull, there is a problem we could use your help with.”

“What and where?”

“Lincoln Street Bridge, the top of the south pillar, a man looks like he might jump. They want us there to collect if he does.”

“Let them know I’m on my way. What frequency?”

“Em-4. What are you waiting for?”

“Sir, only one of us is passing through that door; right, thanks.”

Out, down, and up, Cull found the warm night air a bit thin, but usable.

Madoc simply added, “Class dismissed, Petty Officer, you are on report.”

“What?”

“You spent three quarters of your valuable class time—which is supposed to contributed to these people’s certification—on anything but the subject you were sent to teach. Azif, did he insult you? There, the very reason you are still only a Petty Officer.”

“Well, he kept calling me Khurg, it’s Kirk.”

Greg, who was carrying a heavy load toward the dry-dock, followed by am orc carrying a heavier load, “That would be orchish, mister, means ‘dog’. Did he say it kindly or cruelly?”

· • º • ·

[sourwolfstories]

sourwolfstories top 10

co-workers au

1. Glazed and Confused by wishingonalightningbolt

or, In Which Love is More Important than Donuts.

Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he's been fairly lucky, since he's never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while.

And then all of that changes.

2. (Insert Cheesy Title Here) by Vellenox

Derek is a socially awkward, struggling writer who works in his parent's grilled cheese restaurant, barely able to cope with the fact that this is his boring, simple life. A single blog changes all of that. A single post on thegirlwhoknewtoomuch.wp.com about how divine the Hale Melt's grilled cheese sandwiches are ensures that the store is bombarded with an enormous amount of new customers. They hire on Stiles Stilinski to help out - he's loud and he's spastic and he gets along with Laura eerily too well - but somehow an unlikely friendship forms between Derek and Stiles. With Stiles's help Derek learns to overcome his confidence issues and from that point on Derek's life finally starts to come together.

3. Can’t Take The Heat? by Ilovesocks_24

“Hi, I’m Stiles, and what I have for you today is…”

“Stop, just stop.” Grumpy Eyebrows interrupted. “That is honestly the worst looking Pasta Primavera I have ever seen. I don’t even want to eat it, it looks so bad.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. No one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara without even trying it. And no one insulted his creamy bacon carbonara after they tried it either.

“It’s actually a Creamy Bacon Carbonara, asshole,” Stiles snapped. “And for the record, it’s supposed to look like that.” Or the one where Stiles is a new sous chef at Full Moon Steakhouse and Derek is the Gordon Ramsay of all head chefs. So of course they fall in love.

4. Historically Inaccurate by asocialfauxpas

Stiles is surprisingly okay with all the weird shit that goes on at Beacon City Historic Ghost Town - ghost lights, howling, pianos playing on their own. Having to work closely with the surly blacksmith is another matter.

5. Care and Feeding by otter

Derek desperately needs to fire the newest volunteer at the kitten nursery. Mostly because the guy keeps saying things.

6. Be the Life of the Party by Mimiminaj

His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.

“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”

Stiles’ face hit the table.

“I hate my life,” he moaned.

Scott laughed cheerfully. “Don’t worry sheriff! It sounds to me like the entire cinema staff feels the same. Stiles doesn’t stand a chance with Derek!”

“Scratch that,” Stiles mumbled into the wood. “I hate you two more.”

Or – Stiles starts working at the movie theater. His boss is Derek.

7. We’ll Still Have Summer by allyasavedtheday

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

8. Stay, Maybe by toraten

Stiles meets Derek Hale on a business trip and immediately gets attached to the man's surly, overworked attitude. Luckily - surprisingly - the attraction is mutual. Once they get back home Stiles figures that it's at least worth a shot, right? So he asks Derek out.

In which their relationship has a deadline, and Stiles gets more and more anxious the closer that deadline comes.

9. The Office by stilinskisparkles

“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”

*

“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”

10. for science (this has nothing to do with science) by ericaismeg

"I bought my friend a neon pink dildo as a gag gift but I accidentally got the presents mixed up and gave it to you instead and now I have to awkwardly explain what happened” AU

Honorable Mentions

Around the Bend by lupinus, uraneia

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can't stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family's gym. Stiles thinks Derek's a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

Derek Hale From HR by nogitsune_lichen

"Derek? Fancy seeing you here! I was just-er, getting a new chair. I think mine has a squeaking problem so...yeah I'm just gonna take a chair and--"

The man closed the door with a soft click before holding up the Captain America sticky note with Stiles' patented chicken scratch handwriting on it. Stiles gnawed on his lip, trying and failing to come up with some sly excuse. Instead he hung his head in defeat when Derek didn't so much as say anything or make a move.

"Enough playing around; I dig you, and it's your last day. Meet me in the abandoned closet at one," Derek quoted, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Stiles sighed, "okay not the best choice of words, but it got you here didn't it?"

"Yes it did," Derek nodded before adding, "and I dig you too by the way."