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Fluent Freshman - Part 13

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“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

 He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Did Andrew and Neil hear FF defend them? #MAYBE #Did great gran come down from on high to guide FF's baking hands? #oh Absolutely there is no doubt #This is her great grandson! He BESEECHED her #Andrew does not know about the fifteen other bottles of five hour energy that FF has in his backpack #FF pressing his face against his Pepto bottle: Oh we're really in it now aren't we Pepto #Andrew and Neil building a dresser so that Neil can store his clothes: I wonder if Smith is up #It is only the cruelest of worlds that I make FF endure Nicky having heard him talk about stiff peaks #Can anyone tell that I know VERY little about baking and am hiding behind the shield of FAMILY SECRET to skate by this? #Well if you couldn't I guess I outed myself as a silly little fool in the tags #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #Andreil #FF - Pt. 13

[billthedrake]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

"Russ?" the voice called out as I walked through the big-box store parking lot. "Russ McAdams?"

Maybe it was the dark winter dusk or maybe I just didn't expect to see Coach Stanley, out of the classroom in his casual hoodie and jeans, but it took me a second me a second to connect the voice with the face.

Given how much I'd jerked off to fantasies about my AP History teacher back, I probably should have recognized him immediately. The guy wasn't the only dude I lusted after in high school, my body swimming in teen hormones and my head trying to make sense of it all, but I always thought he was the hottest teacher at Aurora High. 5'11" thick ex-baseball player muscle, thinning brown hair and a clean-shaven face that always seemed on the verge of a five o'clock shadow. Even the way he walked was a little bow-legged and a lot masculine.

He wasn't clean-shaven any more, instead sporting a closely trimmed beard. And he wasn't in his khakis and button down shirt now, but instead had on a puffy winter jacket and jeans, with a scarf that mostly covered a casual sweatshirt underneath.

"Coach Stanley?" I said as I realized who was walking up to me. Ed Stanley wasn't my coach, just my teacher, but all the school called him Coach Stanley or Coach S for short.

"Almost didn't recognize you," he said as he held out a gloved hand. I shook it. "Seems you've done some growing in college."

"Yeah, I guess I have," I chuckled and took his words to be a big ego pump. After I moved off to school and came out, I decided that I'd hit the gym. Hard. I was an athletic kid in high school, on the soccer and tennis teams, but I was slender, and my height made me look even leaner. But it was winter break of my junior year and I'd put on a lot of muscle since Coach Stanley last saw me.

"Well, you're looking good, Russ," Coach S said. I mean it was probably an innocent compliment, but standing a few feet apart from the guy, I got caught up in his blue eyes and bright smile for a second. All those silly adolescent puppy crushes I thought I'd outgrown came flooding back to me.

I know I blushed, but my red cheeks could probably be explained by the cold evening weather. I'd underdressed given I had only planned to pop in for a last-minute gift for my sister. "You running some errands, Coach?" I asked.

The man nodded and gave one of those trademark Coach Stanley smiles. Fuck I was gonna be jerking off thinking of him later, for sure. "I've kind of procrastinated but I'm here to pick up a tree." He gave an embarrassed shrug. "It's a lot of trouble to go through with just me, but you know, I guess it doesn't feel like Christmas without one."

I didn't know Coach Stanley's story. I mean, a few of the girls in my high school gossiped about his hot fiancee, so I think I expected him to be married by now.

"You busy shopping, Russ?" he asked. I half thought Coach would just say hello then go on his way. But I figured a teacher enjoys running into a former student. And I was a good student, I knew - academically successful and all-around "good kid."

"A last minute gift," I replied, holding up my bag. "Guess I'm a procrastinator, too, Coach," I laughed.

Stanley flashed me that bright grin, and it seemed like his eyes couldn't break contact. Fuck. "Well, I guess I better let you get on with your errands," he said. "Good running into you, Russ. Take care."

"I will," I said. "Good seeing you, too, Coach."

He paused and then added. "And if you ever want to stop by the school, say hi... I'm always around."

"Will do," I said.

We both kind of stood in the parking lot, looking at each other. I think we laughed at the same time from the awkwardness.

"All right," he finally said with a nod and turned to walk over to where the Christmas trees were set up.

He got about four paces, but I spoke up. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I figured if I made a fool of myself, it didn't matter. I didn't live in my hometown any more. And something about Coach's vibe made me think something was up.

"Hey Coach," I said. The man stopped, surprised, but turned around. I took a couple steps forward. "This may sounds weird," I said with a deep blush. "But if you want some help setting up your tree, I'd be glad to help out."

I could feel my heart pound, and I wanted the parking lot to swallow me, the embarrassment was coming on so strong. Thankfully, Coach Stanley's smile returned. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

He seemed like he was trying to check some emotion. "I'm sure you have better things to do, Russ," he said.

I had no inclination that Coach Stanley even thought about guys, but those words were when I knew he wanted me.

"My parents have some holiday party to go to, and I don't have any plans," I said. "I'm happy to help. Honest."

Coach paused then agreed. "All right. Maybe I can give you my address and you can meet me over there?"

We made a plan.

I went back home to drop off my shopping and to grab a quick bite. I had a quick change of clothes. I felt weirdly nervous, like I didn't know what Coach Stanley went for. It was a weird thought and unexpected I'd even be thinking this on a Saturday night before Christmas. I took off my sweats and slipped on a nice pair of jeans. A long-sleeve gray T and a layered T-shirt with my college logo on it seemed to be a nice jocky-preppy outfit and the snug size showed off my body pretty well.

"Hope you like it, Coach," I laughed in the mirror.

I went down to find some leftovers for dinner.

My dad was in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine he was taking to the party. I told him I was thinking of going over to hang out with one of my friends. And maybe staying over if that was Ok.

Dad was the softer touch of my parents, but Mom probably didn't care. I was responsible, and they had a lot of me time over the holidays. "Just text us when you know your plans for sure," he said.

"Will do, Dad," I replied. "Have fun at the party."

"Be safe," he added, as went to get his coat, just as Mom came down the stairs.

They left pretty soon thereafter, and I cleaned up from my quick dinner.

By the time I got to Coach Stanley's place, I was feeling nervous, real nervous. I parked my car and walked up to the front door of the modest colonial house in a decent but not overly fancy neighborhood. I started second guessing myself. Maybe I'd been misreading the cues, but even if so I'd have some quality time with an incredibly hot man. I figured I'd just enjoy that for what it was worth.

When Coach answered the door, I was so turned on. Gone was the puffy coat and the scarf and the sweatshirt. My high school history teacher stood before me in a pair of jeans, sock-clad feet and a loose, thin cotton T-shirt of some fundraising road race. This shirt was a little loose but somehow draped perfectly over the rounded shoulder muscle and strong pecs. Even if it wasn't snug, I could tell Stanley kept his midsection flat and trim for a dude in his late 30s. I don't know why this was a major turn on, but Stanley wore a thin gold chain necklace around his corded neck.

"Glad you could make it, Russ," he greeted, his mellow tenor voice gaining a friendly edge. "Come in. I've just put the tree in the stand and was about to start on the lights."

I did feel kind of dumb. In my imagination, I'd come over and right away would be having sex with my former teachers. But here I was to help him with his tree. I took off my coat and followed him to the living room.

There were a few wrapped presents set to the side and a few family photos in frames. And there was a big bookshelf with hardbound books. But other than that it was very much a bachelor home. Sparse and clean, but not homey at all. I kind of liked it as a glimpse into Coach's personality, but it kind of felt lonely, too.

I set my coat down and followed his directions, holding the string of lights as he wrapped it around.

It was all business, but having two men at the task made it go more quickly. Next was the garland. Then there were a bunch of ornaments to put up - a couple of boxes.

"We don't need to do all of these," Coach said, handing me one.

It was a little frustrating being so close to this hunk in his own home. But it was a good kind of frustration. Sneaking looks at him. His handsome face, his serious demeanor, his hunky body. It was like every sexual thought I'd had sitting in his third period class all junior year came back to me, only it felt more powerful. Closer, more real.

At that point I wasn't expecting anything to happen. Maybe Coach was lonely at the holidays and just wanted some company. If so, I was happy to give it.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Let me just get by you a sec," he said. He reached up over my shoulder and hung an ornament in a bare spot. And just as quickly his hand left.

I wouldn't think anything of it, only two minutes later, he repeated the action. I paused and savored the grip of his hand on my shoulder as he placed the ornament.

My heart was pounding now. I waited a few more minutes, feeling this strange energy in the room. I really didn't want to misread things, but something was up. As Coach reached over and put a ball on a branch, I stepped beside him, almost behind him and put my hand on the middle of his back. Coach Stanley had one hell of a strong back, I could tell, and up close I could smell his aftershave.

"Mind if I get in here, Coach?" I asked, reaching up to the top. I had a good four inches of height on him.

As soon as I placed the ball, my eyes dropped level again and I saw those mesmerizing blue eyes. Quietly expectant.

I gently massaged that spot in his back, through the T-shirt and leaned in.

Coach's lips were soft, almost chapped, but they parted and I felt the tip of his tongue graze my own lips. As I parted them, our mouths connected fully in a kiss.

In my imagination of how this evening would go down, nothing compared to the thrill of that kiss. I was a young guy still, just 21, and I was realizing then that none of the guys I'd been with really knew how to kiss. Not like this.

Stanley's look was all serious when we finally broke for air. My heart was racing and I just sensed his was, too.

"You OK with this, Russ?" he asked softly. "I usually don't do anything like this."

I ran my fingers along the small of his back. I may not have had Coach's kissing skills, but I enjoyed being physical and handsy-flirty when I hooked up with a guy. It was something I learned from a frat boy I sorta-kinda dated and now something I consciously worked on.

Coach seemed to like it, and I could see his nostrils flare as my fingertips slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare flesh.

"More than OK with it, Coach," I grinned. Just being close to him I could tell how solid his body was, and that was turning me the fuck on. But I noticed Coach S wasn't making much move to touch me or feel my body. "More to the point... are you OK with it?"

He cocked me a little grin. "Yeah, Russ... it's just... part of me thinks I shouldn't be doing this."

"I'm not gonna blab to anyone, Coach," I said. "Promise." I ran my fingers up higher along his lats. Rock hard solid muscle that was more dense than bulky. I could tell the man was gonna give me new workout goals, already. "Come on... I want this so bad."

That made him smile. "I want you, too, Russ," he whispered, getting that serious look on his face again. And I was now getting my second Ed Stanley kiss, almost better than the first. And the man's hands were now on my waist, openly feeling me up as he pulled me into his body.

We made out, right in his living room, right in front of the Christmas tree, and our hands moved from gentle exploration gradually into groping. It was like we were copying each other's moves, and one-upping them.

The look on Coach S's face when he pulled back was adorable. I could see a crazy amount of lust but also the desire to fight it.

"I like to take things slow, Russ," he said as his blue eyes swept up my taller form.

"Works for me, Coach," I muttered, my voice cracking with lust. I mean, my normal MO would have been to go hard and heavy with a dude like this. But I didn't want to see the impatient young guy I really was.

He cracked a smile. "How bout some make out time in the bedroom?"

I nodded and followed him. The master bedroom was somehow even barer than the living room of Coach Stanley's house. But it smelled like Coach's aftershave and the scent hit me like pheromones as I watched the man pull the covers down and get up on the bed, still in his stocking feet and clothes.

Normally, I'd be stripping down, ready to get it on, but I followed Coach's lead and kicked off my shoes before joining him.

"Thanks for coming over, Russ," Coach said softly after a kiss.

My hands were on his chest. I was doing my very best to be a good boy and not grope the man too much but fuck he felt nice. I'd hooked up with some hot guys before, but Stanley was probably the hottest I'd scored. And the fact that I had some lingering high school fantasies added to the thrill. I was rock hard in my jeans as we lay on our sides, face to face.

"Not how I was expecting my evening to play out, Coach," I said. "This is a fantasy come true, to be honest."

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers along my flank. "It's Ed, Russ," he said. "You can call me Ed."

"All right, Ed," I said. "But I'm probably still gonna think of you as Coach."

He shook his head gently. Maybe mildly bothered by the fucking with his former student thing, but owning up to the dynamic. "Probably to be expected." Then he added, "You really better not fucking tell anyone, Russ." It was the first time I'd heard my former teacher swear, but the gruff tone was in gest, even if I knew Stanley had real anxiety about what we were doing.

"For real, Ed.... whatever happens stays between us." I took a deep breath and felt my heart pound. I was not good at doing the patient approach. "I know you wanna take it slow, Coach, but you make me so fucking horny."

That made the man laugh. "All right, buddy," he grinned. He pulled back and kind of sat up. I watched him pull his T-shirt off over his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped, my thought going straight from my head to my lips. Coach's body was just incredible. Meaty and thick, but also in shape, even with knotted abs. He had a lot of brown fur on his chest, swirling over his round pecs capped with thick brown-pink nipples. And to top it off that gold chain clung around his neck.

"What?" he reacted with a laugh.

"You, that's what," I said. "That body is insane." I normally didn't verbalize my reactions to men when I hooked up. Then again, normally with my hook ups both men would have gotten off by now and be getting dressed to go our own ways.

Stanley seemed pleased with my compliment. "You're looking in fine form, too, Russ... come on, show me what you got."

I felt inadequate but I wanted to get the party going, so I stripped my shirt off, and raised the ante by undoing my jeans and pulling them down over my legs.

Already, Ed's hands were on my semi-naked body, feeling me up. Seems that Mr. Take it Slow was getting horny himself.

"Damn, Russ, you're not one of those Corbin Fisher guys, are you?" he teased.

I was eating his praise and his touch, too. After I kicked off my jeans I spread my legs to show off the hardon in my boxer briefs. I wasn't porn hung, but I measured up pretty well against most guys I'd been with, and I was certainly rock hard right then.

"You watch that stuff, Coach?" I laughed.

"I won't lie, Russ. That stuff's gotten me through some pretty lonely nights." His blue eyes met mine directly, communicating not only his desire but his vulnerability. For some reason, that made my cock twitch.

"No need for porn tonight, Ed," I replied. Then with an impish smile, I added, "Unless you wanna have it on."

He shook his head with a laugh. "No. No porn." He took his hands off my biceps and reached down to undo his jeans.

I swear my breath stopped as I watched him peel them down. I swear I don't know how and why I didn't realize that Ed Stanley had gone commando. As the jeans slipped down, I saw the thick brown hair of his lower belly, then a solid erection eager to poke out.

Coach was of average length. Totally average, yet thicker than normal. His cock was girthy and beautiful and seemed to fit him.

But his attention was on me, and as he scooted up back close to me he ran his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. "May I?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. Like a kid unwrapping a present he peeled them off over my boner and then jerked them down my legs. My prick stood up and jerked in excitement.

"That's a nice tool, ya got, Russ," he growled. He stared at my cock then looked up to my face again. "You definitely could be in one of those Corbin Fisher videos." His fist wrapped around my hard meat and almost instantly his palm was smearing my pre cum down the shaft with its regular strokes.

I touched his dick, now, too, feeling like I had permission. He hissed, and I watched his face react as I did my best to adjust my touch and approach. "You into college dudes, Ed?" I asked. Maybe it was nosy or forward to ask. Coach wasn't old or anything, I'd guess mid 30s, but he seemed very much into my collegiate body.

He nodded. "If I'm honest with myself... yeah. I guess I think and wonder what if I'd done stuff back then."

I felt back for Coach S and also weirdly protective of the man. I let go of his dick and held up my arm. "Come here, Coach," I muttered.

He took the invitation and scooted into my embrace, nestling his warm furry body against mine. For a man in his early 30s, Ed Stanley was as hairy as a man in his late 40s. I wrapped my arm around his back and he held me in a similar grip. We humped our hard dicks together, slowly, but didn't really escalate the sex. Not yet. Ed just rested his head in the crook of my neck and held on to me.

"Feels nice, buddy," he said. Then, nervously, "you must think I'm a mess."

I patted his back. It was incredible how solid his lats were. "Not all, Coach... Ed..." I heard him laugh. "It bother you that I'm still calling you 'Coach'?" I asked. "Old habits and all."

Stanley pulled back. Up close his face seemed less youthful but he was even more handsome. I tried to memorize the soft lines in his rough-skinned face and the close trim of his beard. "It's probably not making me feel less like an old pervert, but it's all good, Russ."

He'd asked me to take things slow and we were just in this quiet emotional moment. Which is why I was surprised by the sudden move Coach made to roll me onto my back, with him on top of me. He was 5'11" and shorter than me but he easily weighed as much. I loved feeling every bound of his hard body on top of mine.

We kissed, and Ed was no longer doing the soft, gentle kiss. It was more the hard sexual kissing I was used to. Coming from this man, it drove me wild. Roughly he thrust into my crotch with his. I never was into frottage, and this wasn't gonna get me off. But as foreplay I fricking loved it. Feeling Coach S's athletic ex-jock body on top of mine, working up his own sexual heat to match mine as we sucked each other's tongues and then took turns plunging in and out of our mouths with them.

This whole evening had been unexpected and had played out with surprising ease. Only I realized I didn't know Coach Stanley's deal. On the apps, you know from the get go what the guy is looking for. I didn't know if Coach was a top or even if he was into fucking. For my part I was pretty vers and while anal was my favorite thing, giving or receiving, practicality mean that an oral hookup was more common.

The way Ed was putting his whole body into our intensely sexual make out made me half expect the man to kick my legs apart and ravage me. Instead he slowed his hips and paused, pulling back with a big fucking grin.

"Please tell me you suck dick, Russ," he hissed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, Coach."

That was all he needed to hear. Gone was the patient man. Instead he quickly scooted up and lined up his dripping cock to my lips. I mentally prepared myself, hoping Stanley wasn't the type to go into rough facefucking mode. I opened my lips and felt his prick press past them.

Thankfully after Coach pushed in three solid inches, he let me do the work. I didn't have a great angle or a lot of room for move my head back and forth, but that was OK. Stanley didn't need a pro blowjob, it turns out. After a minute of my awkward bobs, I felt his quads tense and his voice get real strained.

"That's it, Russ..." he hissed. His sexy masculine voice now needy. "Right fucking there, buddy.... so close... Yeah, keep sucking! Oh god, oh fuck... UNGH!"

His cum was hot and the load thick. The angle made it shoot against the roof of my mouth so it was a half second before I tasted him. He was salty and sweet and I was instantly hooked. I swallowed that ejaculation and moved my mouth back and forth, adding suction to coax out a few more jets. Other than the my sorta frat-guy boyfriend and a 20-something dude I went out with for a few months, I didn't have much relationship experience. And in my one-off hookups, my dick size meant I was more often then not being serviced orally. But damn, I loved this feeling of a man cumming in my mouth and down my throat. Particularly because it was Coach S.

He finally pulled back, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you," he muttered and patted my cheek. Then, he said, "your turn."

I watched as he quickly scooted down to get on all fours between my legs. I had been so focused on blowing him, I almost forgot how eager I was to get off myself. Coach was reminding me now, the way he licked up my boner, one side then the other.

Maybe Coach was closeted, I don't know. But the man knew how to suck cock. He had a good technique as he took me into my mouth and started working me up and and down. But the most amazing thing was his enthusiasm. Even though he'd already gotten his rocks off, the man was so clearly into this. Into sucking dick. My dick.

I watched him and enjoyed him, not overly urgent in my need to cum.

But, fuck, I felt Ed's fingers nudge my ball, and the urgency hit me. I thought of trying to hold back but I worried I'd mess up a perfectly great orgasm.

"Coach!" I hissed. "I'm gonna cum.... oh SHiT!"

I could hear Ed gulp as I pulsed my seed into his mouth. Then on my second spurt, he let out a deep, excited moan.

I leaned my head back and just enjoyed every wave of pleasure that coursed through me. I could get used to Ed Stanley's skills, for sure.

Finally, the man relinquished my prick and gently kissed up my belly and chest. I felt a little ticklish after the intense cum, which made him laugh softly.

"Thank you, Russ," he said, now raising his weight above mine, our soft dicks pressed together but our torsos not touching.

"Man... you're the one that's letting me live out my high school fantasies."

I could see him wince a little at that but he just nodded. "Well, I'm glad." He gingerly scooted off to the side, resting on the bed beside me. "I'll be honest, Russ... I don't know the etiquette in these situations."

"What do you mean, Coach?" I asked, turning toward him and running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I wanted to memorize the look and feel of this man.

He seemed shy now. "Sometimes guys seem to want to split once they get their nut. And sometimes they seem mad if I don't ask them to stay."

"I've done both, Ed," I assured him.

That seemed to relax him. "Well, you wanna stay for a bit? Maybe we can light the tree, enjoy some egg nog?"

I nodded, a smile on my face. "Yeah," I said.

That made him happy, I could tell. It seemed strange a man as hot as this could be so lonely, but I was happy to be his stand-in boyfriend or whatever for the evening.

We kissed some and then got up to get dressed again. As we padded back into his living room, I had to ask, "So... there been a lot of guys for you?" Maybe it was a sore point, but I figured if Ed wanted to some quality time, we could talk man-to-man.

He shrugged. "About ten. About half of those in the last year," he explained. "I guess I'm still figuring some stuff out."

I nodded, sympathetic. I had a different journey than Coach, but I understood some of what he was going through. "Well, I'm real glad I ran into you, Ed."

He smiled. "I'm glad too, Russ."

#drakestories

[bloodstainedsaint]

things better left unsaid. (dick winters x nurse! reader)

summary: you find out that perhaps war is not the best time for romance. (written as two letters from the two of you)

word count: 1650+

warnings: sappiness, angst of the pining variety, breakup(?), and ofc mentions of war

notes: any feedback would be appreciated 🫶, also inspired by @currahee's post about dick's "completely platonic" female penpal. since i've never read the letters between him and that woman myself, i took one line and ran with it

Letters written two days before D-Day. Though they were never meant to, both letters accidentally, and in no way aided by nurses and Easy Company men (specifically a man named Lewis Nixon) alike, make their way to their receiver.

Dear Dick,

I still remember the day you came into the base's hospital, looking for one of your men who’d been injured during a field exercise. You had made it difficult to pay attention to the soldier I was treating, asking like a concerned father if he would be alright. Not to mention your flaming red hair out of the corner of my eye.

Noting stupidly in the back of my mind the entrancing blue-green shade of your eyes, I had smiled and told you he would make a quick recovery. You’d returned my smile and said you'd be back to check on him. Like some silly schoolgirl, I had secretly looked forward to the return of this tall, attractive man.

Over the course of your several returns, we’d talked about ourselves while your private slept. Our easy conversations concerned simple topics, like where we came from, what we did before the war, and what we would do after it was over—though the fighting had yet to truly begin for us. There was a rumor going around base that you were a Quaker; lucky me, I found out you weren't before everyone else did.

There weren't many injuries at that time, and I guess you'd decided to stick around to watch your soldier recover. I was grateful for your company, as you were unlike a lot of the men I had encountered working here: flirty, overconfident, vulgar, you know the like. You were reserved and gentlemanly, with a small smile that I could tell you didn't show many others and a dry sense of humor. I suppose your humble beginnings in Pennsylvania had shaped you into a humble man.

Even after your soldier was released from the hospital, you came to visit me. I wasn’t sure why, and still am not today. You were a busy man after all—why spend time with a random, dime-a-dozen nurse? I wasn't complaining, though; like the fool I am, I had already began catching feelings for you, which I was sure were unreciprocated. You were probably just being respectful, I reasoned when I found my mind was full of thoughts of you, someone so upstanding wouldn't risk a relationship in times like these. If only I knew I was right. I wouldn't have bothered staying up at night overthinking every little thing you did.

During your free time, you would help me treat other patients, keep stock, move boxes, routine things like that. Over time your visits grew in frequency; so much so that your men had started teasing you whenever they saw you enter — sneak away to, rather — the nurse’s facility. I missed your company when you couldn't come visit, when arduous training took up too much of your time.

Fortunately for me, we started meeting while I was off-duty. Not surrounded by dozens of men, these stolen moments proved to be much more intimate. Taking walks around the base during the early morning before anyone else had risen or late at night when the base was fast-asleep was one of my favorite past times with you. You'd walk me to my small living quarters and offer me your jacket if it was cold, tell me about the seemingly universally hated Captain Sobel and how your men were doing. Sometimes our hands would brush, and I would feel my cheeks get warmer despite the biting cold. I could've sworn I saw your cheeks redden as well as your eyes snapped to our hands and just as quickly were averted.

Winter was coming to an end, and as the planned date for the Normandy invasion came closer, nerves were rising all around base. One mild evening, after a week of not being able to visit, you confided to me your concerns about the war. I boldly, brazenly, took your hands in mine and reassured you that everything would work out in the end. Holding my breath, we stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lifetime before you tentatively leaned your head down and kissed me. That was the first time I’d ever seen you unsure of yourself. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest; what if we got caught? What would they do to us, to you, after everything you'd gone through? But at that moment, time slowed down. Nothing mattered. It was just you and me, my hands in yours, and your lips on mine.

After our kiss, your visits started becoming more sporadic, until days without you stretched into weeks of silence. Do you know how much I longed to hear your calm, steady voice during a busy day, to watch the dew on the grass in the morning with you, to feel the warmth of your presence next to me as the stars twinkled in the sky? Eventually, I resolved to pull you away somewhere private the next time I saw you and give you a piece of my mind.

And so I did. As soon as I saw your tall figure, I took you behind the hospital and confessed everything I was feeling towards you: the hurt, the bitterness, the betrayal, the love. Irritatingly composed, you firmly told me that you had no time for such frivolities in war. As the words left your lips, I felt my heart shatter into a million different pieces and settle like glass in my gut. I told you, my voice not even sounding like my own, “if that's what you want,” and I entered the hospital again.

It's been a week since then, and two days before you drop into Normandy. And though you'll never read this, I yearn ask you: is that what I was all along? Some distraction that you entertained before I had to be pushed aside? I would've waited for you to come back to me after the war, would've waited for a better time. Is this it for us?

Although it pains me to say that I still love you, it seems that some things are better left unsaid.

Sincerely, (Y/N)

-

Dear (Y/N),

It’s now two days before our drop into Normandy. Much has happened to Easy Company since Toccoa. Much has happened between you and I since we met here in England, while you were treating one of my men.

I never regarded you as a potential suitor; I couldn't do that to you. Knowing that in a few months time we would be parachuting into France, I was reluctant to develop things any further. As it stood, I had already taken an unprofessional liking to you since that day we met in the base's hospital. Our following conversations certainly did not help the matter. Starting a relationship would have jeopardized my men and myself. I had to focus on running the company, and when we got deployed, I knew having a sweetheart back somewhere safe would have fogged my mind and gotten me or someone else killed.

Yet in spite of my reservations, I got ahead of myself and began spending more and more time with you. Though it was never explicitly confirmed between the two of us, and though we never said it, many would have considered us dating. We both knew what we were doing. For a while, and with the encouragement of Nixon, I relished being with you, taking you out every morning and night, assisting you with your tasks for the day. It was nice to get away from the duty of watching over my men and focus on the person I adored.

In the spring, as the day of the invasion loomed ahead of us, things were ramping up. I couldn't see you as often as I used to or would've liked to. The day I could ended up being the day we kissed, when things changed irrevocably between us. I wasn’t acting like myself that day; I let my feelings get in the way. When I stared into your eyes, I saw a lifetime with you, and without meaning to and without much due thought, I leaned down and pressed my lips to yours. From that day on, I knew I couldn't let this continue.

I needed space from you after that, before I went careening into the uncharted territory that is romance. It pained me to avoid you, but it was for the best: I'm a ranking officer, and you're a ranking nurse. Being caught fraternizing puts us both at risk.

But more importantly, it wasn't fair to you, my men, or myself. Easy Company needs a levelheaded leader. If I were to panic in the midst of enemy fire thinking about getting back to a lover, I'd be letting them and myself down. And the thought of you receiving a letter informing you of my death is something I could never forgive myself for.

I said as much when I told you I had no time for such frivolities in war. You didn't deserve that. I'll never forget the hurt that flashed across your face. I see it every day, reflected in the morning dew on the grass and in the stars at night. In everything I used to enjoy with you.

Nixon has since convinced me to rethink my decision to break things off. Nix is a very persistent man, you could guess. I don't think two days is enough to mend what is irreparable. But I can start with a letter I'll never send, so that if the Lord allows us to meet again, I can tell you this personally:

There may not be time for frivolities in war. But when the war ends, there will be time enough for you.

Sincerely, Richard Winters

#band of brothers #dick winters #band of brothers fanfic #dick winters x reader #hbo war #richard winters #richard winters x reader #hbo war fanfic #101st airborne #easy company #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #lewis nixon #i love winters so much

[hitomisuzuya]

Let's see: Switch!Fatui! Scaramouche x fem! reader. More Sub!Scara then Dom! Scara!. Mind break. Consensual aphrodisiac. Harsh degradation. Obsessive behavior. Corruption. Can be read as DubCon. Manipulation. I think that's it.

Welcome to the final #Suzu After Dark piece of the night. I look forward to answering any requests left today tomorrow during the day. Bear with me on this one. Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx

Tonight, you had a secret.

And Scaramouche was more than happy to indulge you in your silly attempt at manipulation. Because secretly, he was going to enjoy watching you be fooled and act surprised. He couldn't wait for you to show that one hesitation, playing right into your hands with what he would say.

He just didn't expect to enjoy it as much as he thought he would. You never bored him and you surprised him each day with something out of nowhere, no matter how little pathetic it was.

Especially now.

Scaramouche first started noticing in dismay that something was stirring inside of him. He wanted to put his hat on your head just see how you would look while you sucked him off eagerly under his desk. It took everything he had not push your head down and force his cock into your mouth and against your throat. He didn't want to do that too early, even though you were showing him the opening he was waiting for.

Drool rolled down your chin as you lifted your head to grin up at him. The look in your eyes was hazy in a way that only mean one thing. It was why his normally cold body was somehow burning.

"Scara, I'm so sleepy," you giggled, kitten licking the tip of his throbbing cock. "Can you guess why?"

He glared down at you. "You bitch! You filthy fucking slut! You slipped me something, how dare you!" Grabbing your hair, he thrust harshly into your mouth, making you drool even more as you giggle with glee, coughing and sucking again immediately.

"You are enjoying this like the whore I expect you be," he sounded slightly drunk. "After I paint your throat with my cum, you need to put in your place. But, you don't deserve to swallow. In fact, get up. I'm finished with your pathetic manipulation. It feels good but, it's over now."

As he shredded your clothes and flung his with them, you smirked in a way that Scaramouche loathed but made him feel dizzy in love. It overwhelmed him.

Especially when you reached for his hat, but decided not to, pushing him down onto the bed. You took him by surprise.

You sank down onto his cock, rolling your hips slowly. Scaramouche hissed, gripping your hips to make you think you were guiding your own pace. "You fucking slut!" He gripped your hips harder.

He'd been about to roll you under him when you started to lick and suck on his nipples. His hand dropping, instantly compliant while you rode him. He desperately wanted to choke you in the way you liked.

You stopped to suck and bite deep bruises onto his neck and chest, he threw an arm across his forehead. He hated that he was enjoying your manipulation. He didn't want you to stop.

Scaramouche did nothing but whine and he hated how he sounded. He couldn't even look at you even though he wanted to.

He convinced himself that he chose to indulge you so he could stand hearing how he sounded while he enjoyed you. Mind breaking you was his very favorite thing.

And your manipulation was working as well. And Scaramouche loved you even more for it. It was twisted way to show love.

"Okay slut, I'm close to cumming and so are you," Scaramouche said nonchalantly. "Like I said before, I enjoyed myself but you are done now. Good job, kitten. I am truly impressed!"

Lifting you up on his cock, he practically drooled, transfixed on how his cock looked coated shiny in your arousal. Flipping you over onto your back, he thrust himself inside of you. You gasped, loud, in pain and pleasure.

Your fingers dug into Scaramouche's skin, making him set a rough, but slow pace. Every thrust took you both higher and higher. "Now scream for me and lose all concept of time. You didn't need to be aware of anything else but me, understand."

He was still breaking you and you were still manipulating him.

You only nodded weakly, feeling satisfied and exhausted as he lovingly fucked you dumb.

You and Scaramouche only lived for each other.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #suzu after dark

[harus-simp]

Love is in the air

-Haruto x reader-

Warning: pure fluff

Word count: 780 approx.

You and Haruto have been friends for a while but there's something in his eyes that just brightens your face every time you see him.

Waking up in the comfort of your bed is the best feeling you could have in the morning,your alarm clock ringing in the distance as you start to fall again into a deep slumber. Wait...Alarm? Fuck. You were running late to classes again. Damn this is the third time this week y/n.

As fast as you can you get dressed, eat a single toast and head to your school as fast as your legs allow you. Bumping with everyone who crosses your way and apologising for it immediately you make your way into the entrance realising that you are actually on time. You slow down and breathe for a moment taking a little break. But you are startled since you feel yourself being hugged from behind by certain someone.

"Ahhhhh" you scream

"Woah woah easy there, it's just me"

"Oh it's just you..."

"Hey! What do you mean? It's THE Haruto" he says sassily.

Yep that's your best friend, Haruto Maeda, aka your crush for the last two years. He's one of the sweetest, funniest and kindest people you know. There's just this aura around him that you find mesmerising and his eyes seem to sparkle every time he's speaking.

"Hahahahaha don't be silly Haru!"you say

He smiles at you kinda mocking you as you make your way through the corridors to your class.

There you both part ways as you don't share any subjects that day.

"Well see you later boo" he says "Later" you respond

Hours went by veeeeeery slowly, prolonging your boredom for longer and longer. Until the bell ranged and you could finally be free.

You straightly went to the entrance where you always meet with Haruto, and as you approach you see him waiting kind of nervously? Your Haru getting nervous? Well that's new... You finally get to him and all his possible nerves were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey" "Hey, is all good?"

"Yeah...so are you free this evening?"

You almost choked yourself to his question. Is not that you guys don't hang out, it's just you where genuinely surprised by the spontaneity of it.

"I am actually, don't have any plans with the theatre class.

"How about movie night at mine's?"

"Sounds great! I'll be there by 5?"

"Yeah sure"

You both start chatting and you eventually separate ways as your houses are in opposite directions.

.

.

.

When the time arrives you found yourself at Haruto's house which now that you think of it, you've never been to. Your butterflies making their obvious presence in your stomach as you wish this was an official date.

You both start doing your own thing, fighting for choosing the movie, playing background music, dancing, ordering food as cooking would come with a really bad result,etc.

You both finally sit down to watch the movie, but just keep on making silly comments and making a fool of yourselves.

And then...silence...abrupt silence surrounds you both. You turn around to find him already looking at you,curious of his behaviour you start questioning him." What, is there something on my fa-"

You are suddenly blocked by a soft pair of lips kissing you tenderly and with such sweetness you might get diabetes from it. Too stunned to do anything you remain in the same position making him regret his actions and start to pull away.Until you finally react and pursue his lips in search of more. You kiss him back with the same care and passion he put into the other one making it such a romantic and pretty moment between you two. He sneaks his arms around your waist as you put your arms around his neck enjoying every moment of it.

You both pull away due to the lack of air and stare at each other completely fascinated until Haruto breaks the silence and your heavy breathing. "Sorry y/n, I couldn't help myself when you look like that"

"Don't be, I enjoyed it very much and I've actually been meaning to confess for a long time but I guess you got ahead haha".

He looked at you with those sweet and sparkling eyes you love so much and you get lost in so easily.

"I love you"

" あいしてる "

The way his smile got bigger gave you a tingling sensation that no one else could ever give you.

"Would you go out with me?"

"Gladly"

And you both spent the rest of the night cuddling and spending quality time as a new born couple.

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あいしてる (ai shiteru) = I love you

#boys planet #boys planet fanfics #haruto #haruto maeda #fluff #kpop #boys planet drabbles #sassy king #💅💅💅

[futurebird]

The phone was ringing.

Our study had not been going well. A strained quality entered communications between the research team & university. Funding cuts loomed.

It was decadent to have me living in a sealed-off apartment, isolated from news & visitors just to provide a control. My copy would be in a similar room, modeled on my own. But, from the moment the experiment started I questioned the need for a "control." Still, it was nice to get some quiet work done. So, I said nothing.

The phone was ringing.

--it was just too obvious that my room was the real one. The way the dust motes played in the air. The little house spider I'd found under the sink and now kept as a pet on my desk. This space was too detailed, too granular, too full of the mundane (but unexpected) to be a digital model.

And most important of all? I didn't feel any different.

But, the phone was ringing.

I lifted the receiver. Paul's voice.

"It's happened." He sounded tired, like he'd just come out of a long argument. "They're cutting funding."

"Dammit!" I said. I was angry, but also not totally unhappy with the news. I'd been in for two weeks. I started to think about going out. The library... a nice restaurant. It took me a moment to process that Paul had simply stopped talking. Was he crying?

A wheeling sense of vertigo seized me. Was he crying? Why had he used the phone?

"I really thought-" his voice choking "-I thought a lot about if I should contact you first."

"Don't be silly, Paul." I said squeezing the receiver of the phone in a death grip. "I'm a big girl. Just." I had to ask. "Why are you using the phone? Why not just unlock the door?" I blurted the question, even managed a nervous laugh. But, in my ears I could only hear the pounding of my blood, my heart, pure terror.

I knew why.

A new voice came on the line. It was me.

"Hey there." she said, her tone was consoling gentle. Just how I would do it. I hated her. "We always wanted to do this didn't we? Talk to ourselves."

That was true. I guess I couldn't resist. But from where I was it just felt like rubbing it in. She would go on. I would not.

"I realized I was the control after just a few hours." she said. "I haven't been in the room for a week. I've been watching you. All the funds have been going to keep you running."

"This is hard. I suspect you hate me right now. That's how I'd feel." She said.

"No..." I managed numbly.

"Well, I've been watching you. I think you have been keeping something back. I thought maybe you'd tell me... for the research."

I knew I should tell her that I too had thought I was the control. But I was too angry, too disgusted with myself for being fooled to say anything.

"Just get it over with." I said coldly.

I looked to my desk at the house spider in the jar. In that moment I loved that little spider more than all of the people in the "real" world combined.

I put down the receiver. And waited to stop waiting.

#fiction #my writing #short story #simulation #sci fi #science fiction #spider

[0-cal-princess]

I think my friend is cutting me off cuz she found out about my eating this order so I'm gonna complain and moan about it 🍓

So basically you wanna cut me off after nearly 4 years of friendship because I got a little too silly and developed an ed??? Even after everything we been thru together??? Girl what the fuck. I never fucking judged you for the dumb ass shit you do even when I knew you were 100% in the wrong. You have no fucking right getting on your high horse calling me sick, saying I need help and that I'm doing something wrong when you partake in equally self-destructive behaviors, what the fuck??? I literally was there for you when your life was falling apart (which was 100% preventable if you just stayed put and did things the right way like i fucking told you but oh well), drying your tears and holding your hand because i love you and i care for you no matter what you did so it really fucking hurts me to see you ghosting and avoiding, and treating me all dry. I understand it was my fault for being honest and transparent with you about my issues but you're literally my best friend??? Like i've never opened up to anyone like I have with you, that's why i felt comfortable telling you about my bulim1a. i never expected you to react the way you're reacting and it honestly really fucking hurts my feelings. Ik you're going thru a lot but if you dont like me anymore you can just use your big girl voice and fucking say it to my face instead of ghosting me and treating me badly. we are fucking adults so why dont you act like one???? I never fucking offended you, or body shamed you, or said anything about your weight so why are you telling ME im losing too fast and obsessing over it??? you could have just kept your mouth shut and let it go like I do every time you talk to me about some dumb ass shit you do. anyways your fucking loss i guess, thanks for being my friend and im sorry we broke it off this way i hope nothing but the best for you and i really hope you work on your issues, i will strive to do the same

my friend confronted me about my ed and then ghosted me after telling her it wasn't that deep. I feel like a fool for spamming her phone trying to get a response out of her. ig i'll wait another day then i will text her the classic "did i do something wrong :(" typa shit. i just wanted to vent cuz i cant get it out of my head. it bothers me so fucking much like sis what the fuck since when are you the moral authority??? but anyways

I broke my purge-free streak yesterday and it wasn't fun. I couldn't even purge it all cuz it got to the point where i gave myself a horrible headache so i just let it be. I think i will go over my cal limit today as well so yay aint it fun?? I feel like somebody beat the shit out of me, i still have a pounding headache, my chest feels like somebody punched the shit out of it, i have no energy and my throat is fucked. Im also very dumb so i weighed myself and got spooked so I took some laxs as if my life is not miserable enough yaay for me. Never purging again in my fucking life (that's a lie). anyways thanks if you read it all, stay skinny ladies <3

#ed not sheeren #3ating d1sorder #ed bllog #proan #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #ed disorder #ana trigger #tw ed rant #⭐️ve

[stacywaters]

Hidden Behind a Smile (JIN) CH5 - The Message

(SEOKJIN POV)

I walk into the shop, immediately noticing Y/N slumped over at the register. I walk over.

"Hey! How'd the fan meet go?"

"Ugh," she groans, "I totally embarrassed myself in front of Jin. Again. Last night was a whirlwind of emotions."

"Really? What happened?" I ask.

"So, the other members all went fine, but when I saw Jin I like, stopped breathing?" She chuckles, "He was so gorgeous, you wouldn't even understand, J. He was wearing this red shirt, anyways! So when I got to him, I was so focused on him that I wasn't looking where I was going and totally tripped in front of everyone."

"Oh no!" I said, grinning like a fool beneath my mask that she thought I was so attractive she tripped.

"He was super nice about it though! We joked for a bit and then he signed my album. He was even more amazing than I thought he'd be..." She trails off.

"Is that it?" I question. Surely she noticed my note, right?

"Yep! That's all." She smiles, "It was great though! Thank you so much for the tickets."

"Did you read what he-, what the members wrote to you?" I'm completely fishing at this point. Saturday is tomorrow! I need her to read it if my plan is to work!

"No, I figured they just write their signature or something"

"Really? Well I heard that they write little notes on the photo books. I've seen screenshots of people who's idols even asked them out or gave the fan their phone number! Hey, maybe Jin asked you out!" I tease.

"Oh please, why would Jin like me? He could have any girl."

But I want you...

"Just sayin'. It's worth checking, right?"

"I guess." She mumbles, "Stop getting my hopes up though! I'm just happy that I was able to meet him at all. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get back to work."

I sigh and leave the shop. What if she doesn't read it in time? What if she's disappointed and doesn't show up? What if she realizes it's me and doesn't like me at all anymore?

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(YOUR POV)

I clock out of my shift and walk home. On the way, I think about what J had said.

What was that about? Was he trying to tell me something? He seemed so serious about reading the messages...

I brush it off as I walk through my door. After putting my stuff away, I sit down at my desk where I left the album yesterday. Opening up the photo book, I begin reading what they wrote. I laugh and smile reading through them. Memories from yesterday fill my mind and I gush at the amazing experience.

After reading all the others, I flip to Jin's page. Before I begin, I think back to what J said. What if he did ask me out?

"Don't be silly, Y/N. That sort of thing only happens in fan fiction."  Say out loud. I start to read the page.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you so much for listening to our music and coming to the signing today! Your support means the word to us. I'd like to see you again. Wanna meet at Lotte World this Saturday at 10:00 am?

I'll be waiting for you,

Your Jinnie

If it wasn't on the desk, I would have dropped the book. Jin, THE Jin, wants to meet ME? A random girl who couldn't even afford the tickets to the fan sign? Some worker at a convenience store? Me? He wants to meet me at Lotte World?

"Wait, Friday, Saturday, tomorrow.." I mumble to myself, "TOMORROW IS THE DAY I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET HIM?" I practically scream.

I rush to my closet and flip through the clothes.

"No, no, no, not good enough!!" I yell.

I crumble to the floor. Not because I can't find something to wear, but because the reality of the situation hit me.

"If anything he just thought I was cute, and when he gets to know me he'll find out I'm a total weirdo with 7,000 pictures of him on my phone." Right as I say that, my phone buzzes. I'm relieved to find that J had messaged me.

J: I know you're off your shift by now. Did your sweetheart leave you a message? 😉

Me: J.., This is crazy

J: What? Did he actually?

Me: He asked me to meet him at Lotte World tomorrow..

J: Oh wow! It looks like your crush finally noticed :) congrats!

Me: No!! This is a problem! He's gonna meet me and think I'm insane!

J: And why would he think that?

Me: I can't believe I'm telling this to you...

Me: I have like- a million photos of him,

Me: He's my phone lock screen,

Me: I didn't even buy the ticket myself,

J: I don't see why he wouldn't like you because of THAT

Me: I'm friends with this weird guy named J,

J: Hey! You take that back! I'm the only reason you get to go on a date with Jin tomorrow 😡

Me: You're just jealous because you wish it was you on a date with me ;)

J: Nope. A date with Jin, though, I am jealous of that.

I laugh and set my phone down on my bed. J always has a weird ability of making me feel better. I decide to go to bed to be sure that I'm well rested before my date tomorrow.

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05: Bowsy’s beautiful mind

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JR.

{{ Being Saturday noon, I was finishing my lessons, so I want to take a break. Stupid Ludwig! Why do you have to turn everything into a competition? Doesn’t he know what fun is? How I wish I could beat him at his own game!

Anyway… hopefully he'll stop bothering me, but I'm still scared. I still remember what Mykey told me: “don't mess up your strategy " and well... now I'm starting to doubt. What if I pretend to be sick? Maybe I can tell that my stomach hurts, so they can't tell me anything. But... then... all that I spent studying... will have been useless...

Uh… no, no, no! How could I fail? Mykey was there when no one else was, he tried so hard with me and I couldn't… I can't. He would be unable to look at him and... -sighs- he will surely think I'm a fool, and perhaps with good reason.

Well, at least I'll face it like a Koopa. I'd better not eat anything that day, to make space to eat my own test. I really don't expect to be able to pull it off, but I'll at least pretend to be cool. }}

He thinks as he watches the landscape, supporting his face in his hand with the railing of his terrace in his room

{{ But… it would be nice if I can pass this test. There's only this left before I have my vacation…I'm supposed to be on it since the summer started, but I'm still stuck on this. I will give everything of me to be able to achieve it. If I'm honest with myself… math isn't that bad. Maybe when I grow up I'll dedicate myself to it, who knows? -laughs- but I don't think so. Someone with a mind as brilliant as Ludwig or Iggy could pull it off more easily, but I...

Now that I think about it, I hadn't asked Iggy for help, but most likely he would have said no and said I'm a basket case. I remember once I messed up one of his mockups and he got really upset. It wasn't so much my fault, he was only six years old, what was I to know that the liquids he had in his little bottles didn't mix? The paint mixes like this and doesn't explode, although luckily I got out of there in time, but after a while he came out chasing me with his Chain Chomp. I was lucky to hide in a pot nearby. Although I later apologized to him, he was still somewhat angry for a week, as I remember. At least later we started talking and he told me to be careful about mixing things without asking and I promised to be more careful, anyway he gave me a smack on the head, it did hurt, but now I only remember it as something funny. Actually, Iggy's sooty face gave me a lot of humor. }}

Before those memories he begins to smile looking at the horizon with some nostalgia.

{{ What memories! He is still in my mind when my brothers played a lot with me, although… all that was when he was younger. Now that I'm 11 years old, others don't seem to take much notice of me. It even seems that I am invisible to them. Well, maybe I like things that they don't like, like drawing or coloring. I would like to ask Wendy about which colors would go best together, or Lemmy if I use the right colors or Roy if I use a good style... but I'm afraid they'll say it's silly.

I've had more or less brotherly time with Larry lately, but we've also gotten into fights with each other. -covering his eyes with his hands- jeez! Why do I act like this? -he discovers- Larry shares his games with me and I end up getting angry for nothing. Perhaps he is right in saying that he is only good at losing his temper. But... that boy Bobby... seems to get along with Larry. He is almost my age and he does not behave capriciously. In a way I feel envy for him, who always seems to be happy. I guess he doesn't have the bunch of siblings where we all fight each other for anything}}

At that moment he goes to his desk and puts away his study material a little and takes out his drawing pad and pencil and then starts to draw a little.

{{ Well, at least this is my thing. I have no talent for other things, but at least I do what I like }}

Without realizing it, from drawing he goes on to write numbers and more fractions, to which the little boy notices and gets scared, dropping his pencil to the ground

{{ No, I can't even stop thinking about this, damn it }}

Thinking that, he goes to his bed to lie down a bit, resting his face on his pillow, hugging it, and in turn, getting ready to sleep with him face down.

{{ Please, mind…give me some rest…can't I just be myself? }}

After haunting his thoughts, someone knocks on the door, which makes Bowsy startle a little due to the silence that invaded the room and the resonance of the knock on the door.

{{ It has to be a joke -I thought that somewhat disgusted- }}

Jr.: I'm coming (he gets up and goes to the door, opening it) Who is it?

Roy: hey shorty

His older brother pats him on the head, which seems to annoy the little boy a bit

Jr.: (blushing) what do you want?

Roy: nothing, I just came to see what you were doing

Jr.: I was trying to sleep. I keep thinking about numbers and I want to rest for a while

Roy: Sounds like you're really into it. Is it because of the bet you made?

Bowsy stays in silence for a few moments, staring at her brother until he turns his back on him.

Jr.: (smiling subtly) yes, I'm not denying it, but it's also more fun. Besides… (turning to Roy and looking at him confidently) after this… they won't call me a fool anymore.

Roy arches an eyebrow at him.

Roy: I don't think you're a fool, Jr. I don't know where you got that from.

Bowsy makes a surprised face

Jr.: w-well… I thought so… that all of you thought that

Roy: I just think you're a spoiled crybaby and insufferable, but not fool

Jr.: (with a skeptical face) I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult

Roy: Take it as love from me, you won't always have it, you little weasel.

Jr.: you and your comments… well, since you show me a little about yourself, I also want to show you something

Roy: let's see… (crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame)

Jr. goes through his drawings and shows him one in particular. With that, Roy details it for a few moments, noticing a small blush on his cheeks, almost the same color as his glasses. Given this, he only limits himself to saying...

Roy: He is… very pretty. He fit you

Jr.: Do you really think so?

Roy: Yeah, but don't let anyone know that I told you that, okay?

Jr.: And what if I do?

Roy: Then I'll be forced to take action (cracking his knuckles with a wicked grin)

At that gesture, Bowsy looks at him somewhat scared

Jr.: (nervous) if it's f-for good, yes. You have my word (nervous laugh)

Roy: ok (smiling)

After saying that, Roy pats Jr. on the head again, who closes his eyes thinking that he was going to get hit or something, before leaving the little boy's room. Bowsy closes the door and leans against it, looking at the drawing that he had shown to his brother with dark glasses, whose content was of Roy himself with a red superhero cape. Bowsy looks at the drawing and smiles, remembering Roy's words to him.

Two days later, being Monday and also the day of Jr.'s exam, he is in his room, somewhat nervous and walking in circles without stopping to think about it, so he tries to calm down. However, when looking at the clock, it shows 9:15 in the morning, with only 15 minutes left before the exam begins.

Jr.: Gosh! it's almost there! (he breathes softly) Calm down. Everything will be fine...no need to worry...it's just an exam...an exam you've failed five times...but this time it will be different

As he thinks out loud, someone knocks on the door and then it opens. It's about Mykey, which causes Bowsy to snap out of his thoughts.

Mykey: Jr? I can pass?

Jr.: o-of course!

Upon entering he approaches the little redhead

Mykey: how are you? Do you feel ready?

Jr.: a little... but I'm still nervous

Mykey: it's normal (smiles at him) (...)

Meanwhile, Kamek and Ludwig are in the classroom preparing for the exam.

Kamek: Well, it's almost about time. I hope this time I get through

Ludwig: Nah, he's probably going to be at this forever.

Kamek: You don't have much faith in him, do you?

Ludwig: Well, at least with me he wasn't interested. Let's see if this new teacher will have changed something.

Kamek: Right… Anyway, I'll go look for the young student. I'll be back

In that the magikoopa comes out. While this is happening, Ludwig removes the exam and replaces it with another one, which has different questions. At that he gives a small mischievous smile and then hides the previous exam.

Ludwig: Let's see if you can get through this, little brother.

Back in Jr.'s room, both the latter and Mykey continue to talk for a bit.

Mykey: (...) that's why you shouldn't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will continue to support you

Jr.: Thanks, Mykey.

They both smile at each other while the older Koopa pats Bowsy's head, who, again, begins to wag his tail without noticing. In the middle of that, Kamek arrives

Kamek: well, my children... it's time

After a few moments, the three go to the classroom. Kamek retires to attend to other matters.

Ludwig: welcome, little brother (looking at him seriously) we start in 10 minutes. I hope you have studied this time.

Jr. looks at his brother and greets him

Jr.: g-good morning, Ludwig

Then, Jr. looks carefully at his desk and remembers the words Ludwig said to him at that moment: “Are you a fool? Has what I have taught you not been of any use to you?” Which reverberate in the little boy's mind, so he does not avoid putting on a sad expression. Mykey notices this and leans over a little at Bowsy's height, putting his hand on the little boy's shoulder, which comes out of his trance and looks at the purple-haired Koopa.

Mykey: remember, it's a new opportunity. You can (smiles at him)

Jr.: (smiles and nods) yes!

Slowly, Bowsy walks over to his desk and settles on it, pulling his school supplies out of the small backpack. Ludwig, meanwhile, takes out the exam he prepared and puts it back on the table.

Ludwig: When the time starts you turn it over and start your exam. You have one hour. The bell will ring and there you will stop writing, understood?

Jr. nods, looking shyly at Ludwig, who was still serious.

Ludwig: There are also other details: Mykey, you as his teacher have the right to witness the exam, but you are absolutely prohibited from helping Bowsy, so you will not be able to make gestures of any kind or whisper anything to him. You will only be an observer

Mykey: (nods) I have it clear

Ludwig: Jr., you are prohibited from looking at Mykey under any circumstances. You can only rely on your pencil, eraser and your mind, is that clear?

Jr.: can I request a blank sheet? I have to do the sums

Ludwig: ok, I'll bring it to you right away

As he goes for her, Jr. turns his gaze to Mykey, who gives him a thumbs up with a sympathetic look. That causes Jr. to smile as well and turn back to his examination. Ludwig passes him some sheets and goes to take a seat.

Ludwig: If you like, Mykey, you can sit next to me and wait.

Mykey: right

The eldest of the Koopa-children takes a chair and positions himself to Ludwig's left, settling himself. After the clock strikes 10:00 and the young man in blue sets the timer, the exam begins.

Ludwig: Very good. You can start now, little Koopa.

The youngster grabs the pencil and starts reading the questions. After a few moments he notices that these are somewhat different questions, so he puts on a confused face, leaving the pencil aside and thinks to himself

Jr.: (thinking) what is all this? I don't remember seeing in class

Mykey noticed that something was wrong by how Jr. looked at his exam sheet, and then glanced at Ludwig, who was smiling strangely as he looked with some pride. At that moment Mykey frowns a little and then looks at Bowsy again, closing his fists a little.

Mykey: (thinking) oh no… I do not like this. Lud, did you set a trap for your brother? (he takes a deep, subtle breath, closing his eyes to open them again) I hope you can handle this, Jr.

Jr. did not stop looking at his exam to try to understand, he felt that his hand was trembling and he felt pressure on his belly, for which he puts his left hand there, in addition to being very lightly sweating and his breathing increased progressively.

Jr.: d-damn! What happens to me? (he closes his eyes tightly) this... not again...

With great difficulty he picks up his pencil again and tries to put his name on the test, his hand still shaking. Mykey was still watching intently without worrying, and, without realizing it, his right hand was moving as if trying to put a stop, but he was also watching how Ludwig seemed to enjoy it, which causes Mykey to look at him with some annoyance. However, he can no longer do anything but watch if Jr. is able to complete this test imposed by his older brother.

Mykey: (thinking and looking at his hands) Damn! I did not expect this…

Jr. kept thinking what to do, so he drops the pencil from him once more. In that he puts his hands on the table and accommodates his back in the chair, looking towards the exam. As he does this, Ludwig looks at him with more apathy and almost laughing but holding back.

Ludwig: (thinking) Are you giving up, Bowsy? What a shame! You see what happens for not dedicating yourself to the study

Meanwhile Jr. goes blank, but at that moment he begins to remember what he talked to Mykey before the exam:

FLASHBACK

// Mykey: how are you? Do you feel ready?

Jr.: a little... but I'm still nervous

Mykey: It's normal (smiles at him and leads him to the bed, both sitting down) but you have to stay calm. You have progressed a lot. At least it will be better than the other times

Jr.: but…. What if I go blank and don't know what to answer?

Mykey: If that happens... close your eyes for a moment, rest your hands on the table and take a deep breath... that will clear your clouds in your mind and you'll be able to resume the idea.

Jr.: y-yes!

Mykey: If you don't know what to answer, use your own imagination and imagine your surroundings as if they were numbers or figures. And… if by chance you come across something that appears to be more difficult, just simplify and imagine what you are reading, leaning on your sheets

After saying that, Mykey takes Bowsy's hands.

Mykey: and most importantly... forget you made a bet. This is to level what you have learned; the rest is in the background. You have my support and I'm sure you also believe in yourself. That is why you should not fear. No matter what happens, I will continue to support you

Jr.: T-Thanks, Mykey

END OF FLASHBACK

Jr.: (thinking) very well… it's time…

At that, Jr. closes his eyes and joins his hands supporting them on the table. The words reverberate in the boy's mind: “take a deep breath”, which Bowsy slowly does. Both Ludwig and Mykey watch what the little boy does.

Ludwig: (thinking) what does he do now? It's too late to pray. Nothing can get you out of this anymore, Jr.

Bowsy is still lost in thoughts of him. Little by little he is outlining a smile. He slowly opens his eyes and imagines his surroundings in a different way, to later read the questions, taking the pencil from him again.

Jr.: (thinking) ok… let's see… I don't know what this means but… I'll try… (Looking around)

Given this, Jr. draws some squares on his sheet, which he fills in according to the numbers indicated, the denominator being the total and the numerator being the filled-in ones, trying to improvise and mix as the exercises appear. Among them there are square roots, something that Jr. does not know what they are but that he interprets as V, so even without knowing he tries to fit his operations with the answer, which sometimes works and sometimes does not, so he returns to try until you find an operation that convinces you.

As the hour progresses, Jr. advances with his answers, which does not take away his concentration, showing his tongue pointing upwards, coloring and drawing what he is interpreting, occasionally looking at the elements in the room and imagining them like the colors of his paintings.

Ludwig watches closely and suspiciously, surprised by Jr.'s actions, he really didn't expect something like that. For his part, Mykey is also surprised, as he admires the fact that Bowsy wants to keep going and trying instead of running away and leaving everything blank.

Then, Jr. gets stuck on a question, precisely the last one, so he tries to move forward as he can, but still the little one feels somewhat exhausted from using a lot of energy for the mathematical exercises. The timer has eight minutes left and Jr. notices.

Jr: (thinking) how quickly time passed? (Looks at his exam) I still advanced quite a bit… but… what if they aren't the answers? Well… at least I tried (he puts down his pencil and rests for a few moments, gasping for breath) that question… I guess it won't be answered

When looking at his drawings, he again imagines some figures and circles, which little by little are forming a number, 58, which seems to be shining as if it were a Super Star. Seeing it, Jr. thinks that it is his imagination, but he still decides to put that number in the answer to the last question.

Jr.: (whispering) well… it doesn't matter if it's wrong, I couldn't think of another answer…

After that, he drops the pencil again and the timer bell rings. Ludwig goes for the exam while he heads off with Kamek. Mykey walks over to Jr. and puts his hand on his back, causing Bowsy to turn to him and give him a weary look.

Mykey: well done, Bowsy

Jr. smiles while still putting on a tired expression

Jr.: hehe well… I hope I have achieved it. Then I want to take a nap (yawns)

Mykey: you've earned it (caresses his little face)

Soon Kamek and Ludwig arrive with a machine that measures the exam score, which was dusty from not being used for so long.

Mykey: what is that?

Kamek: With this we will know more quickly if Bowsy approved or not

Mykey: Uh… why does it look like it hasn't been used in a long time?

Ludwig: why do you think? Jr. almost never answered the exams, so it was not very difficult to grade him

Bowsy scratches the back of his neck looking away.

Kamek: well… let's get to work

Ludwig: Ready to swallow your words and your test, you little grasshopper? (smiling arrogantly)

Bowsy didn't say a word despite looking at him with some annoyance. Meanwhile, Kamek turns on the machine and adjusts it to the questions written on the exam. The three boys there await the result, and Bowsy, for his part, is very nervous. He feels that heaviness in his stomach that he felt at first, but he tries to breathe to calm down.

The machine, after a few minutes, delivers the result of the exam by printing it on a sheet, which Kamek picks up and reads. Seeing it, he is a little surprised, staring at it for a long time and covering his mouth. Both Bowsy and Mykey look at each other confused.

Ludwig: What's wrong, Kamek? (walks up to him) let me see that…

He takes the sheet and looks at it. Every moment he spent looking at the result he put on an increasingly puzzled expression until it reached a point where he was almost nothing from losing control. Mykey picks up the sheet and looks at it, surprised too.

Ludwig: no... it can't be...

Mykey: Is this real, Mr. Kamek?

Kamek: Yes, the machine does not fail. It has evaluated results for a long time. It works with magic, so it never goes bad.

Jr.: But… what does the machine say, dad Kamek?

Kamek: the machine says that… you had 100% approval

Jr. is very surprised to hear that, gaping. Mykey confirms the result to Jr. by nodding and looking at him with a smile on his face. Bowsy can't believe it, so he looks at the blade and after seeing it he begins to overflow with tears, holding the blade still surprised. Bowsy can't take it anymore and starts to cry with happiness, still not believing what his little eyes see.

Kamek: Congratulations, Bowsy. You passed!!!

Mykey: Alright, Jr. I knew you could do it!! him (he hugs him and lifts him up)

Jr.: Woah!! Hehe thanks, Mykey. Thank you, dad Kamek

After having him in his arms, Mykey puts Jr. on his feet, but not before being able to pat his head and give him a thumb up and wink at Bowsy, who laughs and wipes away his tears. They are both happy with the result. Despite this, the same cannot be said of Ludwig, who saw how the two of them got along very well, which causes the young man in blue to look at them with some jealousy, but which he tries to hide by looking the other way, for what you decide to interrupt

Ludwig: well… Jr…. You approved. My congratulations for you… (Crossing his arms and looking away from him) although I find it hard to admit it…

Jr.: Thank you… (Saying it with a more serious tone)

Both brothers look at each other with some tension and seriousness, which is noticeable in the environment. At that moment Roy knocks on the door and then opens it, taking some of the tension away from the brothers.

Roy: Hi everyone. How are you doing with that?

Mykey: oh! Roy! What a surprise to see you here!

Roy: Yeah, I just wanted to see how Jr. did on his test. Before he saw him a little worried, but recently he saw him more confident and wanted to know how everything turned out (laughs)

Jr.: Well guess what, bro! I passed and with a perfect note

Ray: really?

Roy looks at Mykey and Kamek, who nod at the same time, arms crossed and smiling with closed eyes.

Ray: wow! Cool! Congratulations, Bowsy!!

In that, the Koopa with pink glasses goes to hug Jr., but he does it so hard that he begins to flap his wings a little. After a few moments he lets go and Bowsy is a bit dizzy from Roy's strength.

Jr.: (giggles) thanks, brother (rejoining) at least your love is sincere (looking sideways at Ludwig)

Ludwig: Alright, alright... stop bragging, little grasshopper. We all know that you did well, even if it was you

Mykey: Well, for a Jr., he did very well, right?

Mykey looks at Bowsy proudly and with a big smile, who also smiles very happily at him. Ludwig manifests his jealousy on his face when he sees that entire scene and Roy notices it.

Roy: What's up, gnocchi head? Does it bother you that you lost at your own game?

Ludwig: (looking down and muttering) Shut up, Roy...

Kamek: Well, well… don't get into an argument, you two. And while we're at it, I'm very pleased to announce that Jr. has finally finished his school year, though it cost him but he did it. Now you can have your well-deserved vacation

Jr.: Yup! At last!

Kamek: I hope this year you don't have so many problems

Jr.: (laughs) No, I promise. I will be more attentive

Kamek: Well, I'm glad to hear that. Well, guys, I hope you enjoy the summer; I'm going to tell King Bowser about this great event. See you!

In that the magikoopa leaves, leaving the four Koopa-children there in the classroom.

Ludwig: Well, if we're done with this show, then I'm out of here, I have things to do.

Jr.: Wait a moment. Didn't you forget something?

Ludwig: What thing?

Bowsy pulls a sheet out of his hamburger backpack; it's about the previous failed exam

Jr.: of this. You said you'd eat it if I got 100%, don't you remember?

Ludwig looked at that exam with some distaste.

Jr.: We made a gentlemen's agreement, didn't we? Well it's time to meet

Roy: Trapped!

Ludwig sighs long and with an annoyed expression. Mykey scratches the back of his neck and gives a look of slight discomfort.

Mykey: You don't need to do this...

Jr.: he started all that

Roy: Well, a bet is a bet; you have to keep it, right?

Mykey: yes, that's true, but...

Ludwig: good! I will do it! (thinking) I will take revenge for this…

Mykey: are you sure?

Ludwig: does it matter, pretty boy? These two won't leave me alone until I do

Mykey: (sighs) as you wish, Lud (thinking) before you competed more healthily, but now...

Ludwig: (looking at Mykey strangely) Lud?

Mykey: eh… I meant “Ludwig” (thinking) I should be more careful with what I say… wait a minute! "pretty boy"? What could he have meant by that?

Roy: (thinking) Did he say "pretty" to Mykey? Well... now that I think about it... it is a bit... uh... I should stop thinking about it, better

Ludwig, losing sight of Mykey, grabs the blade, but before he does anything, Mykey intervenes.

Mikey: wait!

Ludwig: now what do you want?

Mykey: let it to me a little

The older Koopa takes the sheet and takes out a pair of scissors, cutting out the drawing that Jr. had made earlier and putting it in a book that he had nearby, before returning the sheet to him.

Mykey: This is something that needs to be preserved. Very well, you can continue, but I repeat that you do not have to do this

That action causes Jr. to be amazed, since his tutor was valuing his effort in more than one way, which moves the little boy and makes him smile

Ludwig: Anyway… (Thinking) Why do I have to get into these things? Let's just get this over with for a good fucking time

After brooding over his thoughts, Ludwig pops the entire leaf into his mouth and begins chewing on it, putting up an uncomfortable expression. Both Roy and Bowsy seem to be enjoying Ludwig's action, while Mykey puts his hand to his face in annoyance, so he grabs Jr.'s passed exam and reads it, noting that they are slightly more difficult questions. In fact, not even Mykey himself has taken that subject.

Mykey: (thinking) just as I imagined…

Finally, when Ludwig eats the leaf and swallows it, he grimaces in disgust, so he grabs a glass of water and takes a deep breath after drinking it.

Ludwig: There you have it, happy?

Jr.: you can bet it

Roy: I should have recorded video. That was great

Ludwig: You better keep your comments to yourself, you hateful couple.

Mykey: (sighs) anyway…

After that, Bowsy approaches the older Koopa.

Jr.: Mykey… I wanted to thank you for your time; you are a great teacher and a great friend

Mykey: you're welcome, but it was really your own effort, you earned it

Mykey leans down and supports one of his knees on the ground and then goes to hug Bowsy, who returns the hug, closing his eyes and smiling.

Jr.: How I wish you were my brother!

Mykey smiled at the little boy's words, but then he looks at Ludwig, who heard what Jr. just said, having a surprised expression, looking down without moving his head, which Mykey immediately notices and tries to change the subject, separating slightly.

Mykey: ehm… thanks… and well… do you want us to go for an ice cream?

Jr: Sure!

Roy: I want too, if you don't mind.

Mykey: come on everyone. You too Ludwig

Ludwig looks up, rejoining the conversation.

Ludwig: Uh... I'll pass, but have fun, I guess.

Mykey: Well, if you change your mind, you know where we'll be. But first, Roy… do you want to take Jr. in the meantime, please? I have a little matter to attend to

Roy: yes! Come on, Jr!

Both Bowsy and Roy leave the classroom. Ludwig is also about to leave, but Mykey whispers something to him.

Mykey: Ludwig… (He stops, turning his back on him) Can I talk to you in private for a moment, please?

After saying that, Mykey turns to the blue Koopa, who also turns to the indigo Koopa.

- END OF CHAPTER -

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLATANITO !

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"you won't be coming tonight?

"I'm sorry baby, I've been really busy and that's actually a really good thing for the company"

"oh nevermind, I was thinking we could go out and have a nice dinner" smiling at him through the phone "I thought you could use it"

"hm, I don't think we can y/n"

"why not?"

"I'm gonna be busy tomorrow too"

"oh.."

"but we can go out the day after tomorrow baby, don't be sad ok?"

"yeah, don't worry about it"

"ok, I'm gonna go now, take care, don't sleep with your feet outside the sheets"

laughing softly at this demanding tone you answered "take care haji"

hearing the beep from the device pressed against your ear you sighed this is the third time he cancels our plans, not wanting to be suspicious of him you started preparing dinner

he's not like that.. he's not

how many nights had passed since he touched you or slept with you in the same bed?

he must be really busy and tired

but how did come inui was able to take breaks and keep his relationships with everyone normal and without any problems?, the sudden thought of inui rememberd you of a conversation with him a little while ago when he asked when the two of you would get married and have little babies running around

I ask myself the same

thinking that he must be really tired and that he probably will dismiss eating properly you decided on making him his favorite, you can bring it to him later to work, if he didn't have time to see you because of it you would go see him instead

an hour had already passed and you were ready, dressed nicely and simple, carrying the food in tupperware containers, utensils and two drinks in the biggest lunch bag you could find

excitement bubbled up in your chest, you hadn't seen him in over a week and missing him so much was making you go crazy

will he shout my name in surprise?

the thought making you giddy, laughing softly at your silly ideas you open the door of his apartment, sliding softly through it, it already late, the only source of light coming from a room at the back

walking towards it your mouth parted excited to say something like "delivery!" or anything that would make him laugh for sure

but instead you're met with his pleading voice

"please, I'm not asking for much"

"don't you have a girl at home koko?"

"she doesn't mean anything!"

it didn't take you long to understand that you were that supposedly 'girl at home' and that koko had just admitted how you didn't mean anything

you didn't want to, but with all the quietness you could get you poked your head out, trying to take a look at what was happening there

first: you saw your boyfriend's body and another one of the same stature Infront of him, who you guessed was Inui for the light color of his hair

moving your eyes up to catch a glimpse of koko's face your eyes made contact with Inui, said individual already looking at you

ducking your head you hoped he didn't tell koko, his earlier proclamation of how you were nothing still not settling well in you, and wanting to keep listening at what he had to say hoping that it was just a misunderstanding

I'm in denial aren't I?

"she doesn't mean anything koko?"

"you know she doesn't Inupi! just... please" a heaved breath coming from koko resonated in the room "please... I just want to see akane again"

the sound of your heart breaking together with every thought in your mind was all you could hear

"that's really low"

"I stopped caring about that a long ago" koko shuts his eyes closed "i'm getting desperate"

"then why don't you tell me what y/n means to you?"

your eyes widened at Inupi's request, he knew you were listening, did he want to break you even more?

"she's just warming my bed while I get akane back" he felt like he's going to regret this, but if the outcome of this mess let him get back with akane then it would be worth it "I really liked her at first, she was sweet and the perfect idea of a girlfriend but I was just fooling myself"

"how so?"

"I liked to think that the news would reach akane and she'll try to get back at me"

for a moment everything was silent, your poor little heart had been stepped on, pissed on and just thrown to the side like it was nothing, you felt numb all over, thinking to yourself if a human was capable of surviving a heartbreaking pain like this

"well, you have your answer y/n"

"ha?"

"you can come out now"

you wanted to go and scream, kick koko, slap him, but you couldn't, the life was slowly eated away from your eyes, soulless orbs took place where your had shining lovesick eyes before all changed with the sudden force of hatred

he said so himself, you were just a bed warmer while he was your first in everything, if koko didn't see any value in you how would you see it for yourself? tossed aside like trash you felt like it too, you didn't want to hate him but the state your mind was currently in wouldn't allow yourself to keep on loving him

removing your stupid big lunch bag and the contents inside you left as quickly as your feet could carry you, you didn't want any of them to look at how pathetic you had become in just a few minutes

and just as koko came outside of the room to see who was outside the room you had walked out the door

I didn't want to love you, you taught me how hate you

and now as you walked out of his life you wondered if you would be capable of loving someone again, you wondered where are the children you never had with him

maybe in saturn

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[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Please, please a headcanon where the reader propose to the boys😍. And if it's okay with Martin, Chuck, Lieb, Shifty and Buck? THANK YOU❤️❤️

Fran my darling, ilysm and it is always such a joy to see you in my inbox, and with such a great idea too💕

Johnny Martin

Johnny is completely dumbfounded.

I mean obviously he hoped you two would get married but proposing hadn't even been on his radar at the moment.

So when you go and do it he's taken aback. He even frowns because he's trying to mentally register what's happening.

Which of course makes you panic and think he's rejecting you and you immediately get all defensive.

"Oh shit, wait, calm down will ya and give me a chance to say yes will ya?"

Your eyes widen and you pause for a minute until you realise that he's said yes.

"Well jeez Johnny you could have started with that couldn't ya?" You laughed and jumped into his arms.

Chuck Grant

Chuck is...oblivious.

You've organised this whole romantic date and then popped the question and he's just sitting there slack jawed.

You actually have to repeat the "Will you marry me Chuck?" Part because it appears he hasn't heard.

He gets all stuttery and nervous, but eventually he manages to stumble out a yes.

Once he realises what's just happened he grins like an idiot and picks you up and spins you around.

Joe Liebgott

He thinks you're joking.

You ask him the question and he just laughs, which makes you annoyed and hurt.

"Wow Joe," you snap, "if you didn't want to be with me you could have mentioned it before I made a fool of myself."

His smile drops and his eyes widen in surprise.

"Wait a second? Were you being serious?"

"Of course I'm being serious." You hissed.

Then he feels guilty so he comes over to you and kisses you sweetly.

"I'm sorry baby," he says softly, "in all honestly I didn't think someone like you would wanna marry someone like me."

"Don't be ridiculous Joe of course I wanna marry you. I love you dammit."

"Then it's a yes from me," he grins.

Shifty Powers

Shifty is delighted when you ask him.

He thinks its the most adorable thing in the world.

"Of course I'll marry you darlin'," he says sweetly.

You were shocked that he answered so quick, you'd expected he'd areas be a little surprised at you asking him.

So you ask him.

"Don't be silly," he laughs, "somehow I just knew it'd be you that would ask me."

And well, that was a whole lot easier than you thought it would be.

Buck Compton

When you ask Buck he grins like an idiot and shakes his head.

"Well they say great minds think alike," he laughs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a box, "so clearly we are great minds you and me."

He hands you the box and you laugh out loud when you see the nice diamond ring nestled inside.

"So I guess we're proposing to each other then eh?" You laugh.

"I guess we are," he grins, "the question is are we both saying yes?"

"Well I guess we are," you say, taking out the ring and sliding it on to your finger.

Hope you enjoy x

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[julyarchives]

Third Time Is The Charm

Two times you and Wooseok didn't kiss, and one time you did.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words:  1.5K

→ Warnings: teeny tiny mention of Alcohol; a little bit of awkwardness

→ A/n: we absolutely adored writing this story, it is so cute and matches this boy-ish side of Wooseok we love so much! Thank you, Anon, for making this request, we hope you like it!

It was a drunk slip when Hongseok said "It's just like Wooseok! He is so whipped for Y/N but doesn't make a move because he's intimidated by her." The words slurred through his intoxicated lips.

You were sure that if Wooseok was there, he would have smacked Hongseok in the back of the head, but everyone that was there just giggled and joked at his expense. But you were also there and you don't think they were aware that you had a huge crush on Wooseok as well. Or they actually did, and letting you know about his side was part of some sort of evil plan.

Either way, since that day you tried to reach out to Wooseok, but there just wasn't a good moment. He probably heard about what happened from some of the other boys and was extra shy around you. You decided to give him some time and just be a normal friend to him, so he would start acting normal again.

It was a normal hang-out day and you went to the kitchen to get everyone some drinks. Wooseok arrived with the food and entered the room struggling with a bunch of bags in his hands.

"Here, let me help you" you took a few bags and placed them on top of the table, making it easier for him to manage around the ones left for him.

Once done with the food, you two stood awkwardly in silence.

"Hey" you smiled shyly, realizing you hadn't greeted him yet.

"Hey, Y/N" he answered just as shyly as you did, it was adorable to see the blush on his cheeks.

You just stared at each other with the dumbest smile on your faces, but you decided that being alone with him while the others played videogame was a good opportunity to come forward with your feelings.

"Listen-"

"Can I-"

You both spoke at the same time and giggled at the coincidence, but he motioned for you to go first.

"I believe the boys told you about what Hongseok said the other day" you began

"I'm really sorry about that, he's just being silly" he scratched the back of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

"No, it's fine" you reached up and gently grabbed his hand, holding it in between both of yours. His doe-eyes widened in surprise, but you just continued "are you really intimidated by me?"

"No!" He answered anxiously "I mean, yes, but no" he stumbled onto his words and you giggled and squeezed the hand you were holding, trying to give him some reassurance. "It's just, you're the coolest, you know? I don't know what to do around you, I'm afraid to make a fool out of myself."

"You're cool as well, you idiot" you chuckled at the last word "and you are one of the coolest boys I know, you don't have to be self-conscious around, really."

"Thank you" he said, smiling at you.

You didn't think much, just let go of his hands and reached up to cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb, and he immediately leaned into your touch. You took a deep breath, gathered some courage, and stepped closer to him. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, and his hands shyly rested on both sides of your waist.

You were so close now that you could feel his hot breath against your face, and his eyes closed when you leaned further. You felt your lips grazing his, and your stomach filled up with butterflies of anticipation when suddenly a yell interrupted

"I smell fried chicken! Did Wooseok arrive with the food?!" Shinwon shouted from the living room, and you could hear the other agreeing

You sighed and buried your head on the crook of Wooseok's neck out of frustration.

"Yes, you freaking vultures, the food is here" you turned around, shouting back.

Before leaving the room, you looked back at him, who stood motionless, probably processing what almost happened, and you shot him a wink, making a small grin rise on the corner of his lips.

After dinner, everyone agreed to put on a movie, and you sat on the couch next to Wooseok, who you have been exchanging smiles and secret looks all night long, but unfortunately no opportunity to be alone again.

Under the covers, you gently slid your hand under his, to which he immediately intertwined your fingers together.

Everyone was paying close attention to the movie, eyes glued on the screen, and you decided it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to him without dragging unnecessary attention. Wooseok caught up on you, and also moved closer, releasing your hand only to put his arm around your shoulder.

This time it was Wooseok who made the first step, nuzzling your cheeks quietly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You leaned into him, turning your head teasingly slow, biting your lip to provoke him.

Your lips actually touched his this time and you sighed in content, but just when you were going to deepen the kiss a jump scare happened in the movie, startling everyone, and consequently startling you. Rather than being frustrated, you and Wooseok started giggling, causing a few curious looks to you two.

Maybe they all noticed you two because when the movie ended everyone acted awkwardly, and they all decided they had to leave, rushing their ways outside and leaving you and Wooseok behind.

The door closed behind them and silence filled the room. Suddenly you felt shy and you and Wooseok stood awkwardly facing each other, neither of you certain of what to do next.

"So," you broke the silence "I guess we're alone now."

"I guess" a small smile lit upon his face

"So what do we do now?" You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know" he chuckled embarrassedly.

Without saying another word you got closer, smiling shyly at each other. When you moved to end the distance between you, so did Wooseok, you accidentally bumping a shoe against his, almost tripping. He caught you and chuckled, your embarrassment growing.

"Not that intimidating anymore, am I?", you laughed.

"Not much", he laughed with you. "Come here". He pulled you closer, holding you by the hips.

You moved closer, straightening your back to reach him and end the distance between you, only to see him doing the same. Your noses touched first, leaving you with half-closed eyes and confused expressions. You couldn't help but giggle even if Wooseok looked embarrassed about it.

"This isn't working. Seriously, what does the world have against us kissing?", he said with a pout.

"Let's go slow". You smiled, gently moving your hands to his cheeks, guiding both of your movements.

Your lips touched and while it was sweet, it was a bit weird as both of you had your eyes open to monitor how you'd move. Both of you backed away with a laugh but nodded at each other as a mock concentration agreement. When you moved next, it was wonderful. The kiss fit perfectly, a gentle peck of lips first but then Wooseok took the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently prying your lips open.

You sighed into the kiss, a whole day of pent-up want finally coming out. His hands started to caress your sides, running up and down gently and you smiled into the kiss. Your thumbs retributed the caresses on his cheeks, to which he only took as a sign to kiss you deeper, bodies now moving with the kiss, feeling each other slowly.

It was a sweet slow make-out session and you couldn't be happier. When the air was needed you pulled back, hiding your face on Wooseok's neck, your new favorite place. He kissed your head and gently pried you away from your hiding spot, a sweet smile on his face. Staring at each other in silence wasn't as awkward as it was before but your mind was torn. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now and apparently neither did he.

"I think I want to kiss you more", he said and you smiled wider, not needing to decide anything.

"I do too", you answered.

"Good thing we have time and space now", Wooseok seemed to be way more relaxed now.

You didn't even answer, you pulled him down for another kiss and gently moved both of you to the couch. Sitting down, you managed to hold him close and make out more and more at ease. After a few minutes of not many words and a lot of kissing, both of you just held each other, giving small pecks once in a while.

"We should do this more often", you said.

"I won't complain if we do", Wooseok was smiling beautifully.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Won't it end too late? How will I leave?"

"That's actually my goal", you laughed. "Stay". He kissed you again before answering as if he couldn't help himself.

"Gladly".

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[helloalycia]

worth the wait [three] // daisy johnson

summary: when you're out chasing a story that leads you to the unanticipated hands of HYDRA, you certainly don't expect to be rescued by a girl you presumed dead for nine years.

warning/s: descriptions of violence, torture, injuries.

author’s note: here’s the next part, hope you all like it!

part one | part two | part four | part five | part six | masterlist | wattpad

Nine years later...

"I'm meeting with my contact now. He said he knows something about the weapons."

"Okay, just make sure you're safe, Y/N."

I smiled with amusement. "I always am, Taylor. I think this could be the source to break the story though. I'm gonna try and get them to speak on the record."

"Just be careful," he warned.

"Will do," I promised, before checking my watch for the time. "Okay, I gotta go. See ya."

"Good luck," he finished, and I hung up before putting my phone away.

Looking around, I saw the village was quiet seeing as it was pretty late and everyone was in their homes. It was the perfect place to meet with a source for my story on human trafficking.

I headed down the street and waited outside the apartment building for my source. I had no idea what he looked like, but nobody else would be out this late into the night, so he couldn't be hard to spot.

A few minutes passed before I saw a guy approaching me, holding some files in his hands. I straightened up and held his gaze as he stopped before me. He glanced around before looking me up and down.

"You are Y/N?" he asked with a Burmese accent.

I nodded, speaking fluent Burmese as I said, "Yes. You must be Ohnmar? We can speak Burmese if you prefer."

"Okay. We talked earlier, but it wasn't safe then. I have information on the missing residents," he answered in Burmese, before shaking the files. "It's all in here, but you mustn't open it until you get home."

I accepted the files and nodded, though was mildly confused. "Is it about the labour they're doing? I have a theory, but I have no proof. I... I think it might be HYDRA."

He pursed his lips and I figured he was confirming my thoughts, which concerned me.

"I'm right," I realised, before moving to open the file. "I need to–"

"You should've stayed away," he suddenly said in English, and I looked up in confusion.

Before I could question him, he pulled a gun from behind him and hit me on the head, knocking me to the ground. I tried to blink my eyes open, but my vision was blurred and I eventually blacked out, unable to stay awake any longer.

I woke up in a dark room with an aching head and confused mind. It took a moment for me to catch myself up, but I soon realised I'd been tricked by my contact. I was so easily fooled and I felt stupid as I hadn't seen it coming, instead too blindsided by my need for information.

Looking around, I realised I was tied to a chair. The only light in the room was from a single electric lamp plugged in the corner, shedding light on the damaged walls and, to my dismay, a HYRDA logo.

"Well, fuck," I mumbled, before shaking my wrists to try and get free, but they were tied pretty tightly with rope, making me shift uncomfortably at the chafing.

Panic started to set in when the door slammed open in front of me, flooding the room with light and making me close my eyes with discomfort. I heard another slam and opened my eyes when I saw the door closed behind whoever entered.

Two people were in the room and one of them turned the lamp, shining it in my direction and also revealing my assailants' faces. One of them was Ohnmar, my contact, which I guess wasn't his real name. The other wasn't anybody I recognised, and they were both wearing uniforms with the HYDRA logo on the pocket.

"I wouldn't try to escape if I were you," the fake Ohnmar said.

I clicked my tongue and looked between the both of them. "I'm guessing I got a little too close to the truth which is why I'm here. Right?"

"You've been putting your nose in where it doesn't belong," the other guy said. "Did you really think you would get away with this? That we'd let you write about this?!"

I flinched at his loud volume before clearing my throat. "I didn't think I needed your permission. And in case you didn't notice, it's my job to report on this."

Fake Ohnmar scoffed. "We don't care what your job is. Now tell us what you know and what you've told your superiors back home."

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you really think this is the first time I've been captured? I've spent nine months in this village. If you think I'm going to throw that away for you, you better think again."

Fake Ohnmar's friend cracked his neck, pacing with discomfort, before pulling out a gun. I chewed on the inside of my mouth, nerves settling as I tried not to show it.

"We have someone going through your electronics as we speak," he told me, gripping his gun. "Your superiors will get their updates as expected, but you won't be giving them."

"Look, you're gonna kill me whether I tell you or no–"

I was cut off when he smacked me across the face with his gun, making me see stars momentarily. I felt something warm gush from my nose and realised I was bleeding.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with," he muttered, his face inches from my face as he stared me down threateningly. "Now tell us what you know of the missing villagers."

I wiped my nose on my shirt the best I could and chose not to speak. They couldn't do much without knowing what I knew. Everything I'd learnt had been sent back home to the news organisation I worked for, and if I didn't get back to them or call them, they'd know what happened.

"Two things I despise," he mumbled with irritation. "Journalists and Americans." He waved to his friend dismissively. "She won't talk. You know what to do."

Fake Ohnmar nodded obediently before suddenly punching me in the face, once again, leaving me dazed. This went on for a while, him beating me up as an attempt at torture, before the two of them left me alone to 'think about' if I wanted to tell them.

I had been in this situation, surprisingly, two times before in my journalistic career. Both times I was able to get out either by escaping myself or managing to get found by the authorities. Of course, in this case, the latter seemed impossible, so my only hope was escaping myself.

I looked around, but realised I was in too much pain to hatch a plan right now. They'd done a good job on me, and I was sure my ribs were bruised pretty badly. Honestly, I didn't expect nine months of investigative journalism in Myanmar to lead to HYDRA of all places.

—

"You've beat me, starved me..." I coughed because of how dry my throat was. "I'm not talking."

Fake Ohnmar placed something rectangular on the table in front of me. I realised it was my laptop – they must have taken it from where I'd left it in the room I'd been renting downtown.

"You're clever, I'll give you that," he said, crossing his arms and shaking his gun impatiently. "Where did you learn such complicated encryptions?"

I couldn't help but smile when I knew he couldn't get into my laptop. At least not the parts that exposed what I'd learnt so far.

"You do what I do and you learn from past mistakes," I told him, making him clench his jaw.

It wasn't much, probably the only trick in the book I knew as I wasn't exactly an expert with computers. Clearly it was benefiting me today though.

He slammed his hand on the table suddenly, making me jump. "Tell me the password, now!"

I licked my dry lips, choosing to stay quiet. I began to wonder just how advanced these guys were if they couldn't even afford to get a hacker to break through.

"So it's gonna be like that," he said with a shrug, before pointing his gun at my face.

He flicked off the safety and I closed my eyes as calmly as I could, already saying my goodbyes in my head. A few days in a HYDRA cell was like weeks anywhere else. I'd accepted my fate.

I expected the shot to go off any minute now, wondering what things would be like afterwards. Would it hurt? Would it be an instant death?

I certainly didn't expect my left ear to be ringing as an excruciating pain shot up my neck from my shoulder. My eyes opened and I tried to breathe through the pain whilst hoping my ear would stop ringing. The man began to laugh, but I couldn't hear him, only see his evil smile.

When I looked down, I saw blood seeping from a bullet wound in my left shoulder. Despite my experience in this profession, I can't say I'd ever been shot before. It certainly hurt a lot more than I'd imagined.

"You talk and I get you patched up," he said when my hearing returned to normal. I looked up and saw him watching me with narrowed eyes. "You stay quiet and we see how long it takes for you to bleed out."

I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut to contain the pain, before opening them again.

"You're gonna move operations," I realised aloud. "You want to know whether you can. Because if I've told them about you, you know you can't stay here much longer. And if I haven't, you just get rid of me."

He squeezed his gun with irritation, watching as I spoke the truth.

"But either way I die," I repeated. "So why the hell would I want the last thing I do be to help you?"

He grabbed the laptop before kicking the table away with anger. "Call when you feel like talking. We can make your death quick and painless or long and painful."

I smiled bitterly as I watched him leave the room, slamming the door behind him. I released a deep breath as I looked down at my shoulder, trying to make out the damage. I didn't know much about first aid, but I was pretty sure there was no exit wound meaning the bullet was still in there. That was good, right? Or wasn't it...? I couldn't remember. I just knew it hurt like hell.

—

Hours had passed and I began to hallucinate. Silly things like cheeseburgers and dancing water bottles – lack of food and drink, the blood loss and the heat was making my head spin. I wasn't sure if this was where I wanted to die – in a small, dirty, hot room by myself. Was it worth it? Dying over a news story?

Of course it was. I pursued this story after some social media posts about disappearing villagers in Myanmar. I stayed here nine months with each day leading me closer and closer to the supposed human trafficking that was going on. I got to where I was because I wanted to get justice for those who suffered and stop anyone else from suffering. Yet the only people who knew were my editors back home, and I wasn't sure they'd ever know the full truth.

It was better than helping the enemy though.

Just when I thought cheeseburgers were the worst of my delusions, I saw a face I hadn't thought about in a long time. A person who I least expected my mind to drag up in a time like this.

The door opened and I was sure I was going to be questioned again, but in ran none other than Skye. The same Skye who had ran away all those years ago and wasn't to be found.

She looked a little older with her shorter hair, but otherwise she was just as I remembered.

"Hey, I'm gonna get you out of h– Y/N?" she started, before furrowing her eyebrows with confusion.

She even sounded the same, and if I could feel anything at that moment, I'm sure I would've felt my heart beating quickly at the sight of her.

"Can you hear me?"

I began to laugh with what little energy I had left. Is this what it was like to die? Seeing things that you'd pushed down for so long to stop your heart from hurting? It was strange. Why was my mind playing with me like this?

"Y/N, look at me, can you hear me?!" she asked quickly, grabbing my face and forcing me to meet her eyes.

I continued to laugh because it all felt so real. Her touch, her voice, her eyes that peered into me. I wished it was because maybe after all of these years I could have made things right.

—

"Miss, can you hear me? Y/N?"

I blinked the tiredness from my eyes and opened them, trying to remember what was happening. But I was confused and my body was numb and nothing made sense.

"Y/N, sweetie, can you hear me?"

I turned my head, realising I was laying in a bed. There was a woman beside my bed – a doctor, I presumed – staring down at me with a friendly smile on her face. I nodded slowly, my mouth dry.

I couldn't remember getting out of that cell, being rescued. Unless I wasn't rescued and this was still a trap.

At this thought, I widened my eyes and tried to move, panic setting in, but I was attached to a bunch of tubes and my body was still numb.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," the doctor tried to reassure, resting her hands on my arm, trying to keep me still. "You're safe here. You're on a S.H.I.E.L.D. quinjet. That's like a plane...? We got you out of that HYDRA cell and I've bandaged your wounds. You don't need to be afraid anymore."

I wasn't sure whether to believe her, but something about the way she spoke and the kindness in her eyes made me relax.

"My name is Agent Simmons," she introduced as she grabbed something from beside me, "but you can call me Jemma."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. On cue, she held a glass of water towards me and helped me sit up enough to have some from the straw. It felt good to have actual water in my system after not being given anything the past two days.

"Not too quickly," she said gently. "Take your time."

I listened to her before laying back down. It took a few tries, but I managed to get out, "Thank you, Jemma. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N Y/L/N, investigative journalist for the New York Times," she stated before an apologetic expression crossed her face. "Sorry. Facial recognition an' all... I hope that doesn't freak you out."

I sighed, not the slightest bit surprised. I knew enough about S.H.I.E.L.D. to know they had the resources to know exactly who I was.

"I don't remember you getting me," I said with confusion. "How did you I know I was there?"

Jemma took a seat on the stool beside my bed. "Well, technically it was Quake who got you out. We had reports of HYDRA activity in that area for a while and we knew an American journalist had been taken, but we didn't know it was you."

I nodded, though I was still confused. "Who's Quake?"

Jemma chuckled, thinking I was joking. But when I met her eyes with confused ones, she lost her smile.

"You're serious? You don't know who Quake is?"

I shook my head. "I've been in Myanmar for nine months, and not in the most advanced areas. I haven't had much access to American news."

"Seriously?" she asked with disbelief, before putting her arms out and shaking them. "Earthquake-causing, vibration-manipulating, tremor-shaking superhero Quake?"

I raised an eyebrow judgementally, making Jemma lower her arms sheepishly.

"Oh, well, she's a hero that works for S.H.I.E.L.D.," she explained.

I nodded slowly, deciding that was something to ask more about later on. For now, I was more concerned about my story.

"You said S.H.I.E.L.D. had been watching that area for a while," I recalled. "Does that mean you found out what happened to the missing villagers? I got as far as working out HYDRA had been using them for some sort of forced labour, but never beyond that."

Jemma got up from her stool and busied herself with other things. "I, er, that's actually classified...? You see, it's not good if we tell you, especially as you're a journalist..."

"But it's my story," I countered with annoyance. "I've been trying to work this out for almost a year. I deserve to know the outcome. Did you save those villagers? Were they all alive? Did the local authorities know?"

Jemma seemed to be getting uncomfortable the more questions I asked and I forced myself to sit up, groaning at the ache in my shoulder.

"You can't hide this from me," I told her. "Please, just tell me."

She grimaced. "It's not my place. I'm not in charge–"

"Then tell me who is!" I shouted with frustration, before taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I just– I've put a lot of work into this and it can't just be taken away. I need to know what happened."

She nodded, avoiding my eyes for fear I'd get angry again. "Look, I can talk to my superiors and find out what I can say. For now, you should really be resting."

I leaned back and breathed out slowly, already feeling my fatigue catching up to me.

"Okay," I said quietly, before asking, "You said we were on a plane. Where are we going?"

"That's actually classified as well," she said regretfully, making me sigh. "We're going to our headquarters. But after that, we'll be taking you home or wherever you want us to take you."

At the mention of home, I grew hopeful. It had been so long since I'd been back. I wasn't exactly in the right state to be living by myself, so I was glad that I had made the choice to leave my flat and move in with my parents before leaving for Myanmar. Plus, I had missed them dearly. To be back there was almost unimaginable.

"Can I ring my parents?" I asked hopefully. "Just to let them know I'm okay? And that I'm coming soon?"

Jemma nodded, offering a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. I'll go grab you a phone."

She left the room momentarily and I took that as my chance to get a good look around. It looked like a hospital room you'd find anywhere, except without windows and with card-activated doors that had tiny glass windows showing a narrow hallway. I didn't get to look around for too long as Jemma returned pretty quickly, handing me (what looked like) a normal mobile phone.

"I'll give you a moment of privacy, but please only call your parents," Jemma warned as politely as she could.

I cracked a small smile. "What – are you guys tracking the phone or something?"

She chewed on her lower lip as she looked down, making my smile fade as I realised that's exactly what they were doing. I wasn't surprised, I guess.

"Right, okay, no other calls, got it," I agreed with a nod.

She left me to it as I dialled my mum's mobile number and eventually spoke to both her and my dad. It was emotional to say the least, as I tried not to worry them too much without withholding the truth. They knew when I was lying so it was better to just be honest. Of course, they were happy to have me stay at theirs until I was back on my feet and the call ended with my mum scolding me for not resting as the doctor recommended.

Finally succumbing to the tiredness I was feeling, I fell asleep for God knows how long, but when I woke up, I felt more refreshed. Similar to before, Jemma was in the room, checking some charts. She caught my eye when I woke up and smiled reassuringly.

"Feeling better?" she asked, setting down the chart and rounding the bed.

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks... how long was I asleep for?"

"About six hours," she guessed, waving her hand. "We've landed at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ and our agents are debriefing. Once everything is sorted here, we can take you home to New York and arrange a driver to take you to wherever you want."

"My parents' house," I clarified.

She smiled and nodded. "Right. Your parents' house. How are you feeling?"

I tried to sit up and she helped me as I smiled gratefully in return.

"I'm not gonna lie, being shot hurts like a bitch," I admitted, grimacing as I glanced at my shoulder and arm in a sling.

"First time?"

"And hopefully the last," I retorted, before looking to her. "How long will this take to, y'know, get better?"

"Well, I'll need to keep you here for observation over the next few days," she explained. "When I'm happy with the outcome, I'll send you home and you'll need fortnightly checkups at the hospital. Overall I'd say a month? Maybe more if there's no... er... other issues."

"I know you mean PTSD," I told her bluntly, before frowning. "Doing what I do requires knowledge of that."

"There's going to be support available for you, both here and back home," Jemma reassured, resting a hand on mine and offering a small smile. "You're not alone, Y/N."

I nodded, clearing my throat. "I know... I know. Thanks."

She nodded and moved to the other side of the room to grab something, before wheeling a tray of food over to me.

"Hope you're hungry," she joked. "It's nothing fancy, but it's pretty good."

I smiled and accepted the food. "Means a lot, thanks."

I took a bite out of my sandwich as I remembered something. When I finished chewing, I wiped my face with the napkin before looking to Jemma who was at her desk.

"Er, Jemma," I called, making her look up. "Did you find out what happened to the villagers?"

She pursed her lips and nodded. "I've spoken to my superiors. I know you've been working on this and I'm only permitted to tell you so much."

I waited patiently, not wanting to snap at her like last time.

"The missing villagers were in fact taken by HYDRA, like you predicted," she explained. "They were forced into labour at a facility that was under the guise of a food warehouse."

"What was the labour?" I asked curiously.

She ran a hand through her hair. "I can't tell you much, but I can say that it was a nuclear weapon that could've hurt a lot of people. S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to stop it before they could finish it, which is when we found out that a journalist had been taken. That was when we came for you."

I released a deep breath, definitely not expecting that. At least they had been stopped.

"Did the missing people return to their families? Were they okay?" I asked hesitantly, remembering the many families I spoke to of the missing. I'd grown attached and I don't think I could have taken more bad news.

"Most of them, yes!" she exclaimed hopefully, but I could tell the following news wouldn't be good. "But not all of them were okay. There's some psychological damage and unfortunately physical damage, too. HYDRA did a number on them."

I massaged my head with my right hand, trying not to get upset, but the guilt in the pit of my stomach wasn't helping. I had one job, literally, and I couldn't even do it right.

"Y/N–"

"Do you have a list?" I asked, cutting her off. "A list of who made it?"

"Y/N, I don't think–"

"Please," I pleaded. "I spoke to the families of those who were missing. I got to know them. I need to know who's not getting their loved ones back."

She frowned, but nodded slowly. "I'm sure I can do something."

I sighed and my shoulders sunk with disappointment. Just another day on the job.

—

It had been a few days since being rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. and I was itching to get home, but Jemma insisted I be observed for at least another day.

Under different circumstances, I would have been eager to explore the quinjet and get more information out of Jemma about her place of work, but I was too exhausted to care. Instead, I revelled in being taken care of and having a break from work.

I was laying in bed, reading a book, when Jemma walked in and caught my attention. I tried not to bother her as she was clearly working on other stuff, but it got pretty boring sitting in a room by yourself all day.

"Hey," I greeted with a smile, lowering my book.

"Hello," she returned as she took a seat at her desk, going on her computer. "You doing alright?"

"As alright as I can be, considering," I said, shrugging with my right shoulder. "Just a bit bored."

"The book not good?" she asked, nodding to my hand.

"I've read it," I admitted. "I just didn't wanna be a bother and ask for another one."

She chuckled. "You could have said something."

"It's okay," I assured her, before leaning back. "So, up to anything fun?"

She gave me a knowing look. "Are you seriously that bored?"

I nodded, pursing my lips, making her laugh. Eventually, she stared at me curiously.

"There's actually something I wanted to ask you," she admitted, crossing her arms and leaning back on her chair. "If you don't mind."

Wanting any distraction from my boredom, I nodded. "Go for it. I'm all ears."

"I've been reading some of your work," she shared. "You're really talented and you've been through your fair share of tough scrapes."

I chuckled. "I guess, yeah. And thank you. What's the question exactly?"

She looked at me like it was obvious. "What made you want to do this as a job? Investigative journalism?"

I played with the corner of the book as I answered thoughtfully, "Well, I guess I've always enjoyed writing and delving deep into stuff. The important stuff, y'know?" I looked down at my hands as I remembered Skye. "There was actually this girl I knew back in school. She was a friend and she, er... she was always wanting to find and expose truths. About herself, the world... I guess she kind of influenced me in a way."

I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I remembered my hallucination. Skye seemed to be coming up a lot more in my life lately, more than I was prepared for.

"I'm guessing she isn't with you anymore," Jemma realised, expression softening. "I'm sorry."

I forced a small smile, looking up and shaking my head reassuringly. "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Jemma smiled in return, but I could see the pity present in her eyes. "I'm sure whoever she was, she'd be proud of you now. For everything you've done."

"Thank you, Jemma, but I... I'm not too sure about that."

"I am."

I froze at the sound of a familiar voice. Was I hallucinating again? No, that couldn't be. I was getting better. But that sounded so real...

"Proud of you, that is," the voice continued, and I risked looking towards the door where I saw none other than Skye standing there with a nervous smile on her lips.

When I met her gaze, I knew she wasn't a figment of my imagination. Those piercing brown eyes couldn't be fake.

"Hey," she got out, barely a whisper.

I licked my lips and tried to look away, but my heart was suddenly racing in my chest. She was just how I saw her last, but I guess that had been real now.

"I should give you guys a moment," Jemma said, pulling me from my reverie and making me look away.

She walked out, past Skye, leaving us both alone. I was still in shock though, too startled to say anything.

"How are you?" she asked gently, and I still couldn't believe I was hearing her voice after all these years. When I didn't say anything, she continued, "I know this is strange, but–"

"Strange?" I finally found my words, eyebrows raised. "What exactly is strange? The part where I'm sure I'm seeing a ghost right now as I you presumed you were dead after not being able to find you for years after you left, or the part where you've probably been at S.H.I.E.L.D. the whole time and didn't bother to tell me you were okay? Which part is strange exactly?"

She frowned guiltily, eyes falling to her shoes. "When I left–"

"Ran away," I corrected her, bitterness slashing through like a sharp knife, surprising the both of us.

She glanced at me, nodding. "Right... when I ran away, I left you a message."

I almost laughed, a sarcastic smile on my lips. "Don't even get me started on the excuse veiled as a message you left me. The cowardly way out you took because you couldn't face me."

She met my gaze nervously. "I didn't think you'd be this angry after all this time. It happened so long ago."

"Of course I'm angry!" I shouted with frustration, making me grimace at the pain in my shoulder, but I didn't stop. "You left without a single trace of Skye or Mary left behind! You left me with nothing but concern for your wellbeing! I thought you were dead!"

I hadn't realised how I angry I was after all this time, but it made sense. When she first left, I always imagined what I would say to her when I found her again, what our reunion would be like. But when the years went on and I accepted she was truly gone, all of that worry turned into bitterness and resentment. And now, seeing her here... I was furious.

"Y/N, I know you're upset, but–"

"Just get out," I told her with a glare. "I appreciate you saving me and all, but get out."

"Y/N," she pleaded, but I looked away and pressed the button on the side of my bed.

Jemma soon returned and looked between Skye and I with confusion and reluctance.

"Everything okay here?" she asked.

I looked up and met Skye's guilt-filled gaze. "My shoulder hurts."

Skye seemed to get the hint and nodded once more before finally leaving the room. I breathed out a shaky breath, before swallowing the lump in my throat and letting Jemma help me.

I couldn't believe she was back.

#daisy johnson x you #daisy johnson #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #mcu #marvel #chloe bennet #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield

[maraudersbutmuggle]

Vows.

James and Lily's wedding finally took place in November, 2021.

These were their vows:

James:

They say the best things are the ones that you struggle to obtain. (laughs). I couldn't agree more. I met this girl when I was eleven. But I really saw her when I was fourteen. I remember she tossed some kind of dessert in my face (the crowd laughs), Yes (he nods) and I was like... damn.

Watch it, Prongs. She might throw the wedding cake at you too. (Sirius comments, and everyone laughs even more. Lily rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. She looks very happy).

I reckon that was the day when I fell in love with her (He looks at Lily and smiles). Ever since then, I just couldn't get her out of my head.

I had to insist a lot. This girl is so stubborn. My friends know how much I have to beg her to be my girlfriend. (Lily blushes). Well I was a bit of an idiot when I was younger... Harry don't use that word (More laughter). I guess we didn't start on the right foot. But then she gave me a chance to be her friend. And then, a chance to be more. And I tried so hard not to (covers Harry's ears and whispers) Fuck it up (the crowd laughs). Because I had this girl so close and yet so far. And I wanted to do it right. And I guess I did something right, because we're here or whatever (James chuckles and the crowd accompanies him)

Don't let her fool you with her beauty. She is also an incredible friend. She is an incredible lover. She gets me and stands my weird personality like no one. And she is an incredible mother to our son Harry.

(Harry pulls James' trousers, gesturing to the mic. James puts the mic on his son's little mouth) Mummy is beautiful, and cool (Everyone melts at Harry's words. And Lily gives him a kiss on the cheek)

You're very right, Bambi (James rubs his son's untidy hair). I just cannot believe how lucky I am that your mummy even turned to look at me. She was the girl of my dreams. And always had been. I know she'll be an incredible wife too. Just like everything else.

(James turns to Lily) My love. Sometimes when I wake up and I watch you sleep next to me, I honestly think I am fifthteen again, and I am dreaming, like I used to. Thank you for being my best friend and confident. I'll make sure to make you completely happy for the rest of my days. I want to be a good husband to you. And a good father to Harry. And our future children. Yes, I want more (The crowd laughs).

Yeei siblings (Harry bounces happily).

I'm so happy to be your family now. And I'm here for anything that you need. Don't you ever doubt of my love. Don't ever doubt of your worth and your beauty and your bravery.

(James raises his glass) For the rest of our lives. I love you, gorgeous.

Lily:

I used to think that James Potter was a complete monster. (Lily snorts). I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I remember I told myself that I would rather be single forever, than to date someone like him... Now look at me (she chuckles). I've dated him for eight years. I have a child with him. And we just got married.

(The crowd laughs, applauds and cheers. James is smiling like a fool)

But the thing is that I was wrong. I was so wrong. And I am glad that James was so insistive, because missing out the wonderful person that he is, would've been horrible.

(Lily looks at James) James is like the sun. He illuminates every room he walks in. (She smiles). He is the life on the party. He is a child's laughter. He is innocence and goodness. James is that kind of person that would make you feel better in an instant. Just by saying a silly joke, or falling down the stairs because he's not wearing his glasses (Lily smirks as the crowd laughs. And Sirius whistles. James shakes his head).

James is an incredible son to Effie and Monty. James is an incredible brother to Sirius, Remus and Peter. James is an excellent friend to Marlene, Mary and the rest. James is an excellent father to Harry. And James is the best boyfriend ever. From now on husband.

James feels everything so intensely. He is childish sometimes that he enjoys life. And sometimes he is more mature than me. (She chuckles), and he gives me the best advice when I need it.

(Lily talks to James) My love, I'm sorry for not seeing you really all those years. And making you suffer by my rejection. And humiliating you sometimes in front of the whole school. But this man did ridiculous things to get my attention (she smiles) like when he fell of a tree trying to impress me.

(The crowd laughs) Okay, are you marrying me or humiliating me? (James protests. But Lily kisses his cheek)

And if you ask the other three Marauders, they have plenty of stories to tell you.

I'm happy to tell one now if you want (Sirius intervenes)

Oof I have plenty (Peter adds)

Where do we start? (Remus talks into the mic) Remember that time...

No! (James takes the mic for himself) Lily is giving her speech, thank you. (Everyone laughs) Don't listen to them. Whatever they tell you they are lying.... Lily? Carry on, love... (Lily is about to take the mic, but James stops her) But focus more on how good and handsome I've always been... Okay? Here (she gives her the mic).

Thank you, love. (she grins) As I was saying... I'm planning to make up for all the time lost. And love you with my whole heart. Thank you for being there for me when I need it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Maybe after Harry...

Oooohooo (Harry yells, the others laugh)

I used to wish I could marry a prince charming. And you're definitely not one (she snots) but you're better. I love you with my whole life, James Fleamont Potter.

Did you have to say my second name? (James murmurs)

It's a pretty name! (Effie protests)

Ungrateful child (Fleamont adds. And the crowd laughs)

I love you too (James smiles).

For our future together. (Lily raises her glass). Forever and always.

(James and Lily share a kiss while the crowd applauds and cheers. Finally before them are Mr. and Mrs. Potter. And the image is so beautiful, because they stared into each other's eyes, and you can feel how much they love each other. And their little five year old son between them. Surely a beautiful scene to watch).

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Don't worry. It will come a day when I tell the story of Jily's wedding with details and all. But there are a lot of things to write and little time. In my mind, I want to show this wedding from Sirius' POV for story purposes and other stuff. Many things happen. Let's hope I can give it to you some day.

#marauders era #muggle au #marauders muggle au #james potter #lily evans #james x lily #wedding

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

The Storm

Summary: You work with Jack Crawford and Alana is your cousin, both of you live together for a long time. She gets caught up with a flat tire far away and asks you to let Will in, for he's expecting her. A storm is coming, and she keeps taking longer and longer to show up. Will the universe conspire in your favor?

Pairing: Will Graham x reader

Warnings: swearing, insinuation of smut, fluff.

Word count: 4.328

A/n: I'm starting to consider changing this tumblr for a Hannibal one, mostly Will Graham, so some requests from other fandoms would be nice haha hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing ♥️

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There wasn't a thing such as a boring day at the BAU. 

At least not when you're part of Jack Crawford's crew. There was always an interesting case to focus on, a disfigured body to study the reason of death, it was always a thrilling hunt for evidence. The best experience I've ever had so far in my career, and I could only thank my cousin Alana for putting me on the Guru's radar. I was a great crime scene investigator, albeit a little younger than people gave me credit for. I taught people not to underestimate me over the years, though. I got here by my own effort, being a tenacious, hard-working woman who wouldn't get a no for an answer. 

I got along well with my crewmates, Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price, though our relationship hardly extended for life outside work. Except for Beverly, we went out for a couple of beers sometimes, she was fun, witty and I really liked our conversations. Jack was the big boss, and that was it. I had a lot of respect for him, and I knew he didn't regret bringing me to his team, I could see it in his eyes in the first case I've got. I was very cunning when I shared my insights about the cases, sometimes I saw things no one else could, no one but…

Of course, I was far, far away from being a Will Graham. But ever since I was younger, I've had this sort of intuition that helped me to solve problems, I would solve riddles easily and when people asked me how I got to the answer, I wouldn't know the steps, I just knew deep in my bones I was right. That happened a lot when I was growing up and was even stronger now that I knew how to use it. It was some artifice of my inconscient, something I could always count on. It included everything in my life, math, logical thinking, riddles. My brain picked things I couldn't perceive clearly, bringing them to the clear waters of my conscience. 

Will Graham was a curious man. He intrigued me from the very first moment I saw him at the house of one of the last victims of The Minnesota Shrike, Garret Jacob Hobbs, now dead. He was practically hiding in a corner, his eyes closed behind the lens of his glasses, dark wavy hair, jawline for days. He seemed highly focused until Beverly started to talk to him, pulling him out of his daze. He could barely look at her, or at me, and although he looked socially awkward and troubled, he still managed to look like a daydream. I studied every inch of his face, lowering my gaze when he seemed to get uncomfortable, after smiling lightly. I was a bit shy myself. I lived with Alana and, when I got home that night, I absentmindedly asked her about that curious handsome man who seemed to be out of place, yet so connected to that scene. She started to talk about him, but stopped once she noticed my interest. Then, she told me he was a very unstable person, that she wouldn't even be alone in the room with him because of her professional curiosity. As time passed and he solved more and more cases, I could see how people looked at him like an attraction of the zoo. However, not me, and later, not Beverly. Brian didn't seem to like him very much, I could see. Envy, perhaps? Nevertheless, the more I saw Will, the more intrigued I got. He avoided eye contact like the plague, but as I was always friendly and tried my best to treat him like a normal person, not focusing only on work, dead bodies and serial killers, I saw more of those beautiful blue eyes. He knew I was Alana's cousin, and I sooner realized he had a fling for her. 

And boy, did that break my silly little heart. I wasn't surprised, though. Who could blame him? Alana was amazing. I never felt resentful for that, but as time passed, I started to detach from the idea of Will being somewhat more than a simple acquaintance. That afternoon, I was going home from work when I got a call from Alana.

"Speak fast, I'm driving." I said, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other holding my phone.

"You're going home? Great. I invited Will so we could talk about a profile I'm building, but I got caught up here. I already spoke to him, he's almost there, can you let him in? He said he'll wait, and I'll be home in about fifty minutes, no more than that, hopefully." She said in a hurry, and I felt my cheeks burn a little. Will and me? Home alone? 

"I…" I hesitated, chewing my bottom lip nervously. "You won't be long, right? Heard on the radio there’s a storm for later."

"I won't, promise. Just let him in, he's already aware I'll take a little longer to be there. See you soon. Thanks, Y/n!" She hung up, not leaving me any time to answer. I put the phone down, still chewing on my bottom lip. I could feel excitement rising on my stomach, making me feel slightly nauseated, and noticed my hands starting to sweat.

Please. That was ridiculous. What was I, a teenager? I was a grown-up, well-succeeded woman, for God's sake. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, driving a little faster than I usually did almost unconsciously. I got home after twenty minutes, parking outside the pretty house. Will was already there, leaning against his car, so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed I'd arrived. I looked at my reflection at the mirror hurriedly, fixing my hair, pinching my cheeks to look less pale, brushing my eyebrows with my fingers to make them look neat. I wasn't even wearing any lipstick today. It had been a long day at work. 

I opened the car door, exiting the vehicle, the noise from shutting the door finally bringing him out of his daze, and he finally seemed to notice me. He smiled lightly, lowering his eyes. He had his glasses on, but as soon as he saw me, he took them off, hanging them on his shirt.

"Hey, Will. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. There was a little bit of traffic." I justified, walking to the porch and waiting for him to follow me. 

"Y/n. Not at all, I just got here. Alana explained what happened, thanks for coming to let me in. Hope I didn't ruin any appointment you may have had." He waited until I unlocked the door, and we finally were engulfed with the warm air of the heater.

"Nope, I was coming home, no appointments lost. Please, come in. I'm not sure you've ever been here before, but make yourself home." I hung my trench coat, sighing with the pleasure of being home. I loved the atmosphere of that place. "Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer…"

"Thank you. I'm fine. And no, I haven't been here before." I held back the temptation of saying "good", biting my bottom lip as I watched him sit on the couch. I just stood there for a while, not sure of what to do next. 

He frowned a little, probably thinking why I was acting so weird, and that made me nervous, because it was just an easy step to realize my silly crush on him. Did he know? What if Alana said something? Said something? For fuck's sake, he was Will Graham, he could probably see that written across my stupid face! Shit, he knows. I'm making a fool of myself. Why do I even…

"Is everything okay?" His voice startled me a little, pulling me out of my neurotic breakdown, and I wondered how my facial expressions looked. Was I blinking only one eye like the stereotyped madness of cartoons? I certainly didn't look normal. I cleared my throat, laughing lightly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I'm not really used to having people over anymore. I've been working a lot lately. People are dying like flies." I sat on the armchair in front of him, sighing. 

"What we do can be overwhelming sometimes. What we see every day. It just… stains you." He said, with a dark look on his serious eyes. 

I nodded. I felt that way sometimes, but I was used to it. I stopped feeling that sense of inadequacy on my chest years ago. 

"I guess you just begin to cope with it, though. Our brain adapts to that harsh reality. But it's always nice to vent somehow. What do you do in your free time?" I asked, wondering if I was getting too personal. Did I sound like I was probing to ask him out?  I felt my face getting warm. Damn it.

Either he didn't realize, or he was just too chivalrous to point, but he didn't mention anything.

"I fish." He said, simply. I nodded with a light smile.

"And you play with your doggies." I pointed, smiling wider. I loved dogs. He'd mentioned them before, so I just brought the subject up, trying to shift the attention from me to them. Will smiled back, his eyes with a subtle glow. He really loved them, and that was so sweet. "Fishing sounds nice. Unfortunately, I could never. I'm too restless. I'd probably startle all the fish and wouldn't catch anything."

He laughed, and that was the first time I ever heard that sound coming out of him. I felt like I was someone deaf that was able to hear the sound of Mozart's symphonies for the first time, and I just knew. There was never detachment from the idea of Will being more than an acquaintance. It was tackled down inside my brain somewhere, for the brain tends to adapt to harsh realities, but it was still there, just waiting for some incentive. 

"It's just a matter of training, getting used to it. I could teach you someday… if you want." He blinked a few times, as if he was surprised with his own boldness, smiling lightly. "And you? What do you do to vent?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Well, I read a lot. Maybe I could read by the riverside while I watch you fish." I said, shrugging with a subtle smile.

"It's a date, then?" Will inquired, making me mortified. Caught me by total surprise, and when I was about to say something, my phone rang.

"Excuse me." I answered the phone. It was Alana. "Hey. We're already here waiting for you."

Not that I wanted her to arrive any time sooner, but she didn't have to know that.

"You won't believe me; I've got a flat tire. There's a guy helping me out, I was lucky, I'm in the middle of nowhere. But I'll get there in about fifty more minutes, more or less. Can you put Will on the phone? I'll explain everything to him."

"Do you need one of us to pick you up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind, I wouldn't…"

"No, he's almost done. Thank you. Let me talk to Will, I'll be there soon. The storm is about to catch me, I wanna hurry."

I sighed, grimacing at him. 

"She wants to talk to you." I passed him the phone, studying his expressions while he talked to her. As I looked at the window, I could see the dark clouds gathering up, making the end of the afternoon murky. The storm was about to hit hard. I could see a few thin drops of rain starting to wet the glass.

"I can stay a little longer, no problem. I'm being well attended." He traded looks with me, biting his lip slightly. "Okay. I'll see you soon, Alana."

He gave me the phone, but Alana was already gone. I put it on the coffee table, getting up.

"I think I'll pour myself some wine. Do you want some?" I asked politely. "It's one of the fanciest ones; Hannibal gave us a bottle when we dined at his house a few days ago."

"Yes. Thank you." He waited for me to come back with the beverages, and I did my best not to spill anything, sitting on the couch beside him while I gave him the glass. "So you're acquainted with Dr. Lecter?"

"Oh yeah, he's an old friend of Alana's, sometimes he invites us to dinner. He cooks the best meals I've ever had in my entire life, so I don't exactly decline the invitations. And he's one of the most brilliant people I've ever met, so it's always interesting." I took a sip of the crimson liquid, moaning low in pleasure. Good wine. I preferred a good cup of hot oolong, but it was impossible not to appreciate the quality of that drink. 

A few glasses after and a lot of talks about dogs, fishing and other hobbies, he finally felt safe to bring back the topic. The rain had started really pouring, the now thicker drops hitting the windows loudly. Alana hadn't called again. It was nighttime now, the sky seeming to be darker than usual. I was low-key worried about her, but the conversation was too great to interrupt. She was a good driver. She would be just fine. 

"I've been seeing Hannibal Lecter in his office. Not exactly his patient, though. A courtesy of Jack Crawford to keep an eye on the coping of my brain functions." He sounded a bit bitter, drinking a few sips of his wine.

I could see he didn't like therapy. Must be hard with someone with a mind like his.

"You know, sometimes, Alana psychoanalyses me. Like, she doesn't even notice. It's cute, but sometimes it creeps me out." 

"She has a professional curiosity about me, but she's too polite and considerate to let it slip out. We've never even been alone in the same room together."

I held back a bitter comment, not wanting to talk shit about my cousin, but he saw it right through me. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you in a complicated position."

"I know. You're sweet." The word slipped through my tongue before I could contain it. Will blinked a few times, seeming surprised, and I felt my cheeks burn, starting to stutter. "I meant… I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. It's just… no one's ever called me that before." It was my time to get surprised. He didn't seem to be complimented much, and that just made me flabbergasted. I couldn't be the only one who saw how fantastic Will was.

"... Ah. Well, some people are just shy. I'm shy as hell, don't even know how I had the nerve to say that, it's probably the wine starting to kick in. Hope I really didn't make you uncomfortable, though. Don't need to be polite, it's okay to tell me."

"Actually, I'm curious to know what else you think of me. I sense it's not the only word you have to define me." He sounded bolder, and his eyes were on mine, giving me shivers down my spine. 

"Well… I think you're too exceptional to be defined with a few words. You're… Kind, brilliant… I see how seeing what you see, doing what you do, how it wrecks you sometimes, and you just keep doing it because you're saving lives. That's so selfless, Will. That's…" I was going to say more, but at that very moment, a loud thunder just made the house practically tremble, and I let out a real inelegant weep, coming closer to Will and holding his arm firmly, my fingers grabbing on the fabric of his shirt. He could've thought it was an artifice to get closer to him, but he could see how frightened I was, trembling like a cornered wild little beast. I hated thunders, fireworks, anything loud. Feeling ridiculous, I released his shirt, apologizing with embarrassment.

"It's okay. It's just noise. I'm here." He put some of my hair that had fallen to my face behind my ear with such a tenderness that I felt my stomach twitch, realizing suddenly how close we were. He was looking at me as if it was the first time he was actually seeing me. 

The phone rang again. Alana! I grabbed it from the coffee table, turning to face Will. He wasn't avoiding eye contact anymore, his pupils were dilated. My breathing was accelerated, and I knew it had little to do with the thunder.

"Lana, is everything okay?" I asked with genuine concern. "Are you close?"

"Ah, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'll make it in time, I'm driving slow, the roads are slippery because of the storm and it's pretty foggy. I'll stop at a motel and spend the night, or at least wait for the storm to pass. I'm so furious with myself!"

"It's okay cuz, do what's safer for you. I'm sure Will will understand. I'll pass him the phone." I gave him the phone and he talked to Alana for a few minutes, but I wasn't listening. She'd ruined the moment unintentionally, and now he was probably going home. When would I have an opportunity like that again? 

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Alana. Take care." He gave me the phone and I put it on the coffee table again. Before any of us could say anything, another thunder cracked the sky, and this time, Will held me so I wouldn't be afraid. The lights went out, and he held me against his chest protectively, making me smell his aftershave and some perfume. He smelled so good. For a moment, I just stood there in his arms, feeling his warmth, his breath, the steady beats of his heart. 

I moved away just a little to see his face, very close to mine, but it was so dark I could only see shadows. A lightning lit up the room and, just for a little moment, I could see his gorgeous eyes staring at me. After a soft touch of his thumb on my lips, he finally kissed me, so gentle, like I could break as fine china with any rougher move. I touched his neck with both my hands, playing with his hair, feeling how soft they were. He pulled me closer, his hands on my waist, and the kiss started to get deeper, voracious, as if we were hungry for each other. Maybe the wine was helping to raise the lust; all I know is that I've wanted that to happen for a long time. Will's kiss was everything I imagined it would be, but entirely different at the same time. All I could say was that he was great at it. His hands traveled through my body, and I grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly. That made a low growl echo through his chest, and I started to feel my body fervent as a bonfire.

I couldn't say much because I was breathless and I didn't want to stop what we were doing, so a single word left my lips as I kept my forehead on his.

"Stay."

Will bit his lip, kissing me again, and that was all the answer I needed.

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Morning. Thin sunrays illuminated my bedroom floor through the curtains, waking me up. The storm was gone. I haven't had a nice night of sleep like that in ages. I looked at the other side of my bed and there was Will, sleeping heavily. It wasn't a dream, after all. Last night really happened. I smiled, staring at the roof with disbelief in my eyes.

I stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Should I just let him sleep? He looked so heavenly, his hair was messy, his breathing steady, he seemed so less troubled than he usually was. I touched his hair lightly, caressing it with tenderness, and he started to move. I could see his neck, and a few hickies we marked on his albescent skin. That made me blush a little bit, and I laughed silently. 

He opened his eyes while I still touched his hair, but I didn't stop, and he didn't seem to want me to. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, and he smiled, a different smile than the usual ones he gave me.

"Hi." He said, pulling me closer by my waist, stroking the skin under the sheets. I pecked him on the lips, then kissing his forehead, his cheek, his jawline. 

"Hey there. Good morning. I'm starving, are you having breakfast with me?"

"Actually, I gotta go home. Feed the dogs." He said, stroking my nude shoulder with his finger.

"Of course. Your dogs. I won't keep you then, poor babies must be so hungry." I kissed his cheek and was about to get up when he pulled me again, gently kissing my lips. I smiled, probably looking like an idiot. A joyful idiot. "I'll let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen."

I dressed up in my long and black robe, smiling at him before I left the room, going to the kitchen, where I started to make some french toasts. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open, and an exhausted Alana came in, her hair frizzy and her coat looking still a bit wet.

"Oh, Lana! Go change, you'll get a cold!" I stopped what I was doing, going to her and helping to take off her coat.

"That storm was a nightmare. I swear I won't ignore the warnings ever again. I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would get this bad, yesterday was one of those days where everything just goes wrong. Hope Will arrived well at home, did he seem disappointed or annoyed before he left? I was so inconvenient…"

I didn't even have time to answer, because Will opened my bedroom door, coming out while buttoning his shirt, suddenly realizing Alana was there.

"Oh." Alana said, looking so flabbergasted I almost laughed at her. Will rose his eyebrows at the sight of her, seeming a bit unsure of what to do or say. I wasn't planning for her to find out like this, it was a bit early, I wasn't expecting her to arrive so soon. "Hi, Will."

"Alana. Hi." He avoided looking at her, staring at me, and his eyes immediately softened. I smiled, he smiled back, and that was it, Alana was forgotten.

"Off you go to feed your children." I joked, biting my bottom lip. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

"Definitely." He simply said, kissing my forehead while caressing my hair, certainly a little embarrassed to kiss me in front of Alana. "See you later, Y/n. Bye, Alana."

"Bye, Will." I waved with a soft smile, and he grabbed his jacket, leaving the house.

My smile grew larger and I left my head fall back, squeaking low in commemoration. What a night! What a morning! I never thought I would thank a storm so much, let alone a bloody thunder.

Before Alana could say anything, I realized Will had left his glasses at the coffee table, and I picked it up in a hurry, bursting through the front door and calling him before he left, waving in front of the car.

"You forgot your glasses!" I said, and he opened the car windows, raising his hand to pick them.

I leaned against the car window, putting the glasses on him, and kissing his lips fiercely. He moaned in surprise, holding my face to deepen the kiss. After a moment, I pulled away, appreciating the view of his lips so reddish. 

"Go back inside, it's cold." He said with a cheeky smile, and before I could say he actually made me hotter, he took off with the car.

I went back inside, where Alana was waiting for me with her arms crossed. 

"What the hell did you do to Will Graham?" She asked, sounding severe, but a smile was trying to escape her lips "I mean, besides trying to suck his soul with your mouth a few moments ago."

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed, blushing violently. "You made that happen, you know? Thank you. Was that a set up or did the universe actually conspire in my favor?"

"I wish I'd planned this. That would mean I would've had a plan b and I wouldn't have stayed at that disgusting mote… Y/n, you're full of hickies, I can't believe you!"

"You're starting to sound like my mom, Lana. I'm gonna wear a turtleneck, don't worry, I don't want Beverly all over me like a bloodhound and Brian and Jimmy's witty comments today. In fact, keep it to yourself, okay? Will's discreet. I won't even tell Beverly, if she finds out, the whole bureau will know, hell, maybe even Freddie Lounds."

"I told you to let it go, Y/n. Will's very unstable right now. I… I only want what's best for you." She said with concern in her bright blue eyes. I sighed, walking to her and kissing her cheek with affection.

"You're a good cousin. But I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself, okay? Unless this isn't only about me, unless it concerns something else." I raised an eyebrow while staring at her, more confident that I've ever been. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

She hesitated, clenching her jaw, but never spoke. 

I smiled, tapping her cheek very lightly in approval.

"I gotta get ready to work. Wanna grab lunch with me later?" I asked in a casual tone, a cynical smile on my face. She shrugged. "See you later then, cuz."

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INURE

Peeta Mellark x Reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

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The moment the anthem finished, we were taken into custody. It's not as if we were cuffed or anything; a group of Peacekeepers simply marched us through the front door of the Justice Building.

Each year, at least one of the tributes tries to escape; I've never seen one successfully do so.

Once inside, they put me in a room. It's the most prosperous place I've been to. With a thick carpet in the ground and a weird couch made of fabric, I've never seen before.

It was a strange texture, almost like the weird fuzzy stuff in deer's antlers. My father called them velvet; was this the same thing? If so, that's a bit gross.

Despite this, I still caressed the couch; it was oddly comforting. Almost like you're patting a nearly hairless kitten. It switched from smooth to rough each time I ran my hands through it.

Then I remembered that we only had an hour to say goodbye to our loved ones before leaving for the Capitol. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in. I didn't want to cry at all; the cameras were trained on me. I'm sure the Capitol would eat my tears up.

The first people who came in were my mother and my brother. Kunal let out a sob as he ran towards me, practically throwing himself onto me. I hugged him, staying silent as he buried his face into my neck, afraid that if he let go, I would disappear.

But I needed to break it one way or another. "Mother," I called, my voice detached. Her green eyes met mine, her lips quivering. I gulped down my spit, taking another deep breath in. "Do you. . . Have any idea on how you'll support yourselves. . ?" I asked.

Her eyes landed on the thick, red carpet. "Not as of now," she answered grimly, "But Katniss' mother offered me some work at the apothecary,"

My arms around my brother tightened. Maybe Gale and Katniss could bring them some of the game as well, though I wouldn't count on it. Why would they help us when they have other things to worry about? It's not as if I could teach Nal how to hunt either. The boy's frightened by his own shadow.

All he's good for right now for picking flowers as much as I love him. A sigh escaped my lips, my chest falling slowly as the reality sunk in.

"Well, you must think of something," I told her, my brows furrowing. "I'm not going to come back; I won't be able to support you and—"

"No!" she barked, "No! You will come back, Y/n." she proclaimed, her eyes shaking. She clenched her, fists, "Swear that you will."

Bitterness rose within me. "Tell that to the Capitol, mother," I said coolly. "If I die, then I—." My words were cut short by the sobbing of my brother.

He sniffled, pulling away from my now wet neck. "You'll win, won't you?" he croaked, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his reaping clothes.

I felt my heart stop; what was I supposed to say to him? "No, Nal. I will surely die, don't count on it,"  a lump formed in my throat.

My eyes landed on my mother, who gave a stern look.  It told me to lie, if not for her sake, then for my brother's. With shaky hands, I held my brother's shoulders. "I'll make it out; then we can— gather some flowers in Victor's village, yes?" 

Nal nodded, hugging me once more. I took a deep breath before I started explaining what they should do. With mother possibly getting a job at the apothecary, perhaps they have a  chance to survive, after all. Though I'm not sure, that's such a pleasant thought with the fact that I will die. 

Soon enough, a Peacekeeper was at the door, telling them their time was up. I gave Nal a hard squeeze before pushing him off. My mother nodded at me; her strawberry blonde hair bounced as she did so. "I love you both," 

The words were stuck in my throat; I couldn't say them. Maybe it was because of my strained relationship with my mother or because I hated the fact that I had just given my brother a false sense of hope. I simply watched as they walked away, hand in hand. 

Nal's watery blue eyes looked back at me one last time, a look of sadness. He knew I was lying. I sounded unconvinced when I told him. My posture slumped; I felt horrible. Our maker is siis merely, I suppose.

The next visitor was unexpected; Peeta's father, the baker. My gut churned; I was off to kill his son soon. Why has he come to visit me? Perhaps he has come to beg me not to kill his son? Not that I could either way, Peeta was stronger than me: it was clear as day.

He handed me a small piece of parchment. It was filled with warm cookies. A delicacy. He must've visited his son; after all, why would he just me cookies? I was about to die anyway; why feed a dead man?

I let out a huge breath, "How was the squirrel?" my voice pierced through the thick silence. He shrugged, "Alright," he answered. Then another wave of silence hit us. I sniffed awkwardly, the scent of fresh bread entering my lungs. 

I couldn't think of anything to say. What was I supposed to do? ApoloApologisebe, but I never really liked apoloapologisingee no need to. If I'm sorry, then I'll show it. We sat in awkward silence before the Peacekeepers told him his time was up. He stood up, clearing his throat.

"I'll keep an eye on the little boy, make sure he's eating," He stated before leaving. I felt the pressure lift from my chest. They may not like me much, but Nal was practically an angel to them. An angel born in a family of rebels, I'm guessing, is their thoughts.

The next guest then entered. Madge. Her expression wasn't weepy nor evasive, nor did she wear that bright smile she always had when she was around me. It looked urgent. She walked straight to me, the urgency in her tone quite surprising, "They let you wear one thing from your district in the arena. One thing to remind you of home, will you wear this?" she holds out a circular gold pin that was on her dress earlier.

My brows furrowed, "Your pin?' I said. Does she really to die wearing rich-people-things? That hasn't even crossed my mind. . . 

"I'll put it on your tunic, alright?" She said, not waiting for my answer as she leaned in and fixed the bird on my chest. "Promise me you'll wear it to the arena, Y/n. Promise me," She took my hand, her thumbs rubbing the back of my own.

Compared to Peeta's, hers was cold yet soft, almost as if she was nervous, worried. But why would she? I barely talk to her; she's the one who always strikes a conversation. All I do is nod and disagree at certain times. 

She leaned closer to my face; I gave her an uncertain smile, pulling away. "Thank you, Madge," I muttered. She nodded, letting go of my hands. "Please, stay safe," her voice trembled as she rushed out of the room. I was left standing there, confused. What was that? Why did she visit me despite my rudeness earlier?

Next was Gale and Katniss. I didn't hesitate to hug both of them before pulling away with a sigh. "Hey, you'll be fine," Gale reassured, patting my shoulder. I stayed silent, only nodding. Katniss gave me a pity smile, "I'm sure it would be fairly easy to get knives, Y/n."

A sigh left my mouth, "I know— I just— Don't want to—" I stammered, making a stabbing motion with my hand. Gale gave me a pitied look, "It's just like hunting, Y/n. You're the best hunter we know," he said.

"They're not animals. They think; they're armed."  I reasoned, my voice trembling. Why did I have to feel these emotions now? Maybe reality has finally settled in, the truth that I'll never see any of these faces again. On the off chance that I do, I'm sure they'll view me differently, a cold-blooded murderer.

"What's the difference, reale said grimly. Those words echoed in my head as they went away with the Peacekeepers. What is the difference? We're all just feral dogs forced to fight or cocks pit against each other.

I took a deep breath as I got called to ride a wagon to the train station. It was a relatively short ride. We never really had the luxury of these; we always had to travel by foot.  

I silently thanked myself for not crying; there were insect-like cameras trained onto my face. Thankfully, I knew how to act, to bite my tongue. If I hadn't, I'd probably be screaming profanities. My eyes glanced onto the television screen; I look bored. Which, I surprisingly was.

It was as if my spirit left me already.

Peeta Mellark, on the other hand, had obviously been crying. However, he didn't even try to hide it, which was quite odd. Was this his strategy? To appear weak and vulnerable to assure the other tributes that he was no threat? This worked for a girl from district 7. Johanna Mason.

She seemed frightened, a cowardly fool that no one bothered about her until only a handful left. She then killed them all, with no problem whatsoever. I remember watching this game, quite shocked. She sold her act to me, but then again, maybe I'm just oblivious.

This worked for her because she looked frail, weak. Peeta applying this strategy was quite odd. Not only did he not look soft, but he was also jacked. He just looked like a big doofus. All those years having bread to eat and hauling trays made him physically capable.

Annoyance rose through me when we had to stand by the train's entrance while cameras gobbled out images up. I was sure I no longer looked bored but rather pissed. It wasn't like I was about to put on a pretty smile for them. These jester-dressed-worms should know how I feel.

Finally, we boarded, and the train began to move at once. The speed took my breath away. It was going faster than I could ever think of. The scenery around us just blurred—a mix of the neutral colour palette that made up District 12. 

We were taught about coal in school. Some basic maths and reading before it circled back to coal again. Our district was used for coal mining, even hundreds of years ago.

Then there are the weekly lectures about the history of Panem, which never fails to annoy me. It's all blather about how we owe the Capitol because of the rebellion and whatnot.

I knew they're hiding something; we couldn't have lost that easily. I always think about this whenever I'm up in the trees, daydreaming, which is why I'm always the last one to arrive at the hill.

The tribute train was much fancier than the room at the Justice building. We were given our own rooms, a dressing area and private bathroom with cold and hot running water. We've never really had hot water readily available at home; we had to boil it.

Though I can't say, I like it, with all that effort I just end up not liking the bath. I much prefer the cold, flowing current of a river.

There are drawers filled with fine clothes, and Effie Trinket told me to do anything I want, wear anything I want, everything is at my disposal. Just be ready for supper in an hour. I peel off my father’s tunic and take a cold shower. I’ve never had a shower before. It’s like being in the rain, inky much tamer. I dress in a dark green shirt and pants, trying my hair to the usual, small pa

At the last minute, I remember Madge’s little gold pin. For the first time, I get a good look at it. It’s as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the ring only by its wingtips. I suddenly recognise it—a Mockingjay.

Funny little birds, my favourite creature in the forests, that's for sure. These were a slap to the Capitol's face. They genetically altered animals as weapons. Muttations as we call them, or Mutts for short. One particular kind was a bird they labelled Jabberjay, able to memorise and repeat whole human conversations.

Homing birds, exclusively male that were released into regions where the Capitol’s enemies were known to be hiding. After the birds gathered words, they’d fly back to centres to be recorded. It took people a while to realise what was going on in the districts, how private conversations were being transmitted. Then, of course, the rebels fed the Capitol endless lies, and the joke was on it. So the centres were shut down, and the birds were abandoned to die off in the wild.

But they didn't die; instead, they mated with the female mocking birds and produced this weird species that can replicate both bird whistles and human melodies. They've lost the ability to enunciated words but could still mimic a range of human vocal cords.

My father used to sing them a lot. I guess he passed that habit down to me. Whenever I'm not doing anything, I find myself singing to the hummingbirds, who surprisingly listen and replicate my Father's song. It was a simple melody, made of 10 notes at least.

It warmed by heart, especially at times where I miss him. I smiled, fastening the pin to my shirt, the dark green as its background.

Effie came to collect me. I followed her through a narrow, rocking corridor into a dining room. There's a table where all the dishes are highly breakable. There waiting for us was Peeta Mellark, the chair beside him empty.

"Where's Haymitch?" Asked Effie Trinket brightly.

"Last time I saw him he said he was going to take a nap," said Peeta. "Well, it’s been an exhausting day," said Effie Trinket. I think she’s relieved by Haymitch’s absence, and who can blame her?

Food came in courses. Though I barely touched the carrot soup, the chocolate cake, lamb chops nor the mashed potatoes. I wasn't going to eat this, not from the Capitol.

My jaw clenched as Effie told me to eat up, smiling brightly at me. I gave her a pained smile, slowly taking a bite of the lamb on my plate before swallowing it roughly.

A swirl of guilt formed in my stomach, was I eating really this luxurious food whilst Nal and mother struggle? I sighed, digging my nails into my palms.

Peeta looked at me oddly as he stuffed his face, he nudged my side and nodded towards the food. I simply shook my head, pushing the plate away.

Effie put her lips together at my stubbornness. She was muttering something about having no manners.

We go to another compartment to watch the recap of the reapings across Panem. They try to stagger them throughout the day so a person could conceivably watch the whole thing live, but only people in the Capitol could really do that since none of them has to attend reapings themselves.

One by one, we see the other reapings, the names called, the volunteers stepping forward or, more often, not. We examine the faces of the kids who will be in our competition. A few stand out in my mind.

A monstrous boy who lunges forward to volunteer from District 2. A fox-faced girl with sleek red hair from District 5. A boy with a crippled foot from District 10. And most hauntingly, a twelve-year-old girl from District 11. She has dark brown skin and eyes, but other than that, she’s very like Nal in size and demeanour. Only when she mounts the stage and task for volunteers, all you can hear is the wind whistling through the decrepit buildings around her. There’s no one willing to take her place.

Last of all, District twelve. It showed Nal getting called and me volunteering. The commentators weren't sure about what to say regarding the silence. I only smirked at this, crossing my legs in amusement. Just in time, Haymitch fell from the stage, earning a comical groan from the commentators.

Peeta silently took his place on the stage; we shook hands and then just cut to the anthem.

Effie Trinket is disgruntled about the state her wig was in. "Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. A lot about televised behaviour."

Unexpectedly, Peeta laughed. "He was drunk." He said. "He's drunk every year."

"Everyday," I added, finally breaking my silence streak with a smirk. Effie makes it sound kike Haymitch just had rough manners that could easily be dealt with.

"Yes," She hissed "How odd you two find it amusing. You know your mentor is your lifeline to the world in these Games. The one who advises you lines up your sponsors, and dictates the presentation of any gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference between your life and your death!"

Just then, Haymitch staggers into the compartment. "I miss supper?" he slurred. Then he vomits all over the expensive carpet and falls in a mess.

"So laugh away!" said Effie Trinket. And so I did, I barked out mocking laughter as she hopped in her pointy shoes around the pool of vomit and fled the room.

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