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You don't know me 8

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, cursing, suggestive

The morning came fast after last night. Chris walked me home, we were mostly silent. There was no more almost-kisses that were almost exchanged before we came to my tree. He kept his distance and I kept mine. I looked at him before starting to climb the tree. I watched from my balcony as he walked down the street, until he disappeared out of my sight.

Leaning back against the doors that opened into my room, I regretted how that went down between us. There were too many moments that almost caused me to slip again. It was like I couldn't control myself around him. Like it were almost impossible, and I hated myself for it.

I forgave Max early this morning when I woke up. The irrationality woke me up at 6am. I had to forgive him because of all of the things I was guilty for doing. I almost kissed Chris last night. I shook my head at my thoughts. This was ridiculous. I needed to control myself. No matter how bad things get with Max and I, that does not give me the right to cheat on him again. I already feel bad enough about everything already.

I stood up out of bed. I need to start getting ready. Max was going to be here in 30 mintues to come pick me up. I needed to look good. I needed him to notice the effort I was putting in for him, especially after our fight. I walked over to my desk before turning on the light and pulling out my makeup. I just needed to forget about Chris for a while.

By the time I was walking out of the door, my hair was curly, my lips were glossed, and I was drenched in perfume. I smiled when I saw his car. I walked over and opened the door before getting in. Max smiled at me. I just looked at him smiling, waiting for him to say something.

"It's a three hour drive so I don't mind if you get some sleep, I know it's early" He said as he backed out of my driveway. My eyebrows furrowed, but I shook my head. "I'm not tired, I fell asleep early last night" I lied. I was up until past midnight. I looked down and straightned out the bracelets on my wrist and looked back at him. He sighed and shook his head. "I did not" He said. I just looked at him.

"Cayden had me taking shots until after three" He groaned. I didn't say anything and looked down. I bit my lip. "I know Sydney told me" I mumbled. Max looked over at me, but I didn't look at him. Silence filled the air for a second. "I-I didn't know she was going to be there" He lied. I knew he lied because of what Sydney had texted me. I nodded and looked down.

"And I meant those texts y/n/n, I am sorry for the way I acted" He apologized. Maybe he was sorry. Maybe he was sorry for screaming at me over the outfit, or for almost killing me in the car, or intentionally uninviting me to hangout with our friends, but I didn't really care if he was actually sorry or not. All I cared about is that he never acted the way Chris acts towards me.

Chris was right, Max wasn't a nice person, but he was my person. Or at least he used to be. All that mattered was that he was kind to me. I don't know why I didn't care if he were kind to other people until now, but I do.

I guess I was just scared to lose him. I'm still scared to. The only thing that changed was now I wasn't only scared to lose him, I was too scared to stand up for myself. Because now that meant all the unkindness he showed to others, he showed to me. That's what scared me.

"It's okay Max. I just want to know that were okay" I whispered. He sighed. "I love you, you know that" He said looking at me. I stared at my lap. "Hey" He said softly. I looked up at him. He grabbed my hand as he glanced from the road to me. "You know that right?" He said looking at me. I nodded. I want to believe that at least. He smiled and brought my hand up to kiss it.

"But" He breathed. I looked up at him. "Can you agree that you might have stepped out of line a little bit too?" He asked. I sighed and looked down. No. I didn't step out of line. "I know, I did" I forced out of my mouth. He smiled and put his hand on my leg. He just didn't want to be the one completely in the wrong. I had to be somehow wrong too. Either way it's not worth fighting about, and I knew it. I knew it all too well.

"I'm sorry" I said quietly. Max looked over at me. "It's okay, I forgive you" He smiled. How did I end being the one apologizing? He lifting his hand off my leg. I was just ready to get back to the old Y/n and Max. The dynamic duo that everyone loved. That I loved.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Do y'notice anything different about me babe?" I smiled brigthly at him. He smiled and looked at me, then the road. He squinted his eyes. "That smile" He smiled. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, anything else?" I said looking at him. He looked at me again and shook his head. I frowned.

"I put on eyeliner and I used a different perfume" I pointed towards my eyes. He looked back at my eyes. "Oh yeah, your eyes do look darker" He said. I looked back towards the road. "I like when you put on makeup for me babe" He said putting his hand back on my leg and squeezing it. I looked up at him and smiled lightly.

"It makes you look hot" He smiled. I looked down. My favorite compliment, hot. Not 'my beautiful girl' or 'you look so pretty baby'. Nope just hot. I nodded. His hand slid higher on my leg. I looked down before looking up at him. "I so glad were not fighting anymore" He said looking over at me. I smiled. "Me too" I finally let a truth slip out of my mouth.

"If we win tonight, do you think we could celebrate?" He smiled. I pursed my lips. "I think you did enough celebrating last night" I raised my eyebrows. He rolled his eyes before squeezing my leg again.

"No I mean- just me and you" He said sliding his hand higher and attempting to push it up my skirt. I put my hand on his stopping it. "Max" I said through gritted teeth feeling my face go red.

"What?" He smiled over at me. I pushed it down towards my knee. "We'll see" I said looking out the window. He hummed. Ah sexual favors, like always, but it's never my turn.

The game started a few minutes ago and I sat alone against the cold bleachers since Max's parents were out of town. Instead I just played with the bracelets on my wrists. With Max on the ice and Sydney still dead asleep at Cayden's there was nothing on my phone. Instead I was trapped with my thoughts. Every time I let my mind race like this, it always went to Chris. I don't know why it did, but it always did without a doubt.

I knew I shouldn't let my mind run like this, but it was only place I could think about Chris and not feel guilty. Well I shouldn't say that. I do feel guilty, but the more I think about him, the more I can't control it. He's all I think about, and I don't know why.

Max's hand on my leg, I imagined it was Chris's. I saw a guy smoking a cigerttee when we walked in, I thought of Chris. As I felt the cold air outside, I thought of Chris's warm fire and blankets last night. As I was even getting ready this morning, I imagined I was getting ready to see Chris. My thoughts were getting out of control and I didn't know what to do.

I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a breath. I wondered to myself if I had just leaned forwards a little bit last night, if I would have regretted it. I wondered if Chris would have blamed me. If he was just testing me to see if I were the type of girl who would cheat on Max again, to see if I was full of shit before.

If I had just leaned forward.

I put my hands on my knees and my face in my hands. I needed to control myself. Chris would have never done what Max did to me. I wondered also if Chris thought about me as much as I thought about him.

He definitely didn't.

He's not even the one in a relationship right now. Is it wrong to think about another man the way I think about Chris? Is it wrong that I can't stop thinking about the way he held my hand as we walked through the woods? Or the way he looked down at me as I looked up towards the stars? Or the way he just listened to what I had to say?

Is it wrong about how much I think about how blue his eyes were when he talked? Or the way he licked his lips? Or the way I stare at his lip ring? Or the way he makes my heart beat when I'm around him? Or the fact that I'm sitting at my boyfriend's hockey game imaging the way his tongue would feel as he-

"Hey"

"Jesus!" I yelled putting my hand against my chest and looked up. Chris looked down at me laughing lightly. I looked away from him feeling my face go red. Did I accidentally summon him with my thoughts?

"Are you okay?" He laughed as he sat down next to me. I still didn't look up at him, feeling how red my face was. "I thought I told you to stop doing that" I said quickly, trying to calm down my heart rate. He smiled and looked off towards the ice. I sighed and finally looked up at him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He took some skittles out of the bag before eating some and looking at me. "Someone had to drive Nate" He pointed towards the ice. I looked off and saw Nate skating down the ice for the puck. I sighed and nodded. Of course, Nate. "Right" I breathed.

"Are you alright? You look a little flustered when I walked up" He smiled at me. I looked away from. "I was just thinking" I breathed. I felt his gaze on me as I stared forward. "About what?" He asked as he chewed. I looked at him and then at the skittles in his hands.

"Skittles? Really? Those aren't very healthy" I said directly conversation back on him. He looked down at the skittles and then at me.

"Oh because I'm just the king of health?" He smiled, making me smile and shake my head. I looked down at my shoes. Chris cleared his throat. "So you and uh... Max made up?" He asked motioning towards the ice. I looked over and saw Max standing on the ice. I looked down at my hands and shrugged. Chris just looked at me. Why was I embarrassed to say yes? Chris nodded and looked down.

I wish I could tell him everything, but I can't. I didn't want to disrespect Max and I didn't want to tell him that I wished I would have kissed him last night. That makes me a bad person and I didn't want to be a bad person. Not to Chris.

"So he wouldn't care if he saw me sitting next to you right?" Chris smiled down at me. I smiled at him. I knew he said it as a joke. Chris could care less if Max saw us sitting together or not. This boy is full of trouble. I looked out towards the ice and squinted. "He can't see us from all the way over here right?" I smiled at him. Chris smiled and shook his head.

"You're bad" Chris whispered making goosebumps go over my arms. I put my hands over my arms, rubbing them away. Even my body reacts to him. He looked over at me. "Are you cold?" He asked looking at me. Freezing. "I'm okay" I whispered. "You've got goosebumps" He pointed out.

God, this man notices everything.

"Here" he said as he shrugged off his jacket. I quickly looked at him shaking my head. "No, No, It's okay Chris really" I whispered, but he already shrug off the jacket and was attempting to hand it to me. I tilted my head at him.

"What?" He smiled. I looked off towards the ice and then back at him. He looked at the ice and then back at me. "What?" He smiled. "Would he be more okay with you being cold?" He raised his eyebrows. Yes actually. I sighed and took the jacket and pulled it around me. Chris looked at me. I glanced over at him as he looked at me.

"What?" I smiled. He smiled. "You did your makeup different today" He stated. I felt my cheek flush. Everything. I looked down, putting my hand up to my face. "Yeah I-I don't know I just-" I started to say. "You look pretty" He cut me off. I blushed and looked down.

“You always look pretty” He mumbled as he went back to eating his skittles. I turned my head away from him, attempting to hide my smile. This wasn't making my thoughts about him better.

I turned back towards him, watching him eat his skittles, but he was intentionally leaving the green ones out. I looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows. He looked up at me. "What?" He smiled. I shook my head.

"Why are you leaving out the green ones?" I asked pointing towards the skittles. He looked down at his hand "I hate the green ones" He said shaking his head. I gasped. He looked up at me.

"Chris those are the best ones" I argued looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at the green ones before grabbing my hand and placing all the green ones in mine. I looked down at them and the back at him. He just looked up and watched the game. I smiled and held them and looked at him.

"You're missing your boyfriend absolutly bomb on offense" Chris laughed looking forward. I pushed him slightly before looking towards the ice. I sighed letting go of my breath. Chris's knee bumped into mine. I glanced down at our touching knees but didn't move mine, but he didn't move his either.

Chris looked down at our knees and then to me, but I stared forward pretending not to notice them. It was like us silently saying something without saying it. Like if anyone were to notice they wouldn't look at us twice but we noticed. With him it was like everything was intentional.

The rest of the game Chris continued to eat the skittles and continued to hand me the green ones when he poured them out. We talked about how hockey was boring to watch but we were both forced to go to all the games.

We talked about Nate and their friendship and all the things Nate did to annoy Chris, but Chris loved him anyway. We talked about school and which teachers we hated. We talked about the students we thought were annoying and the students who we thought deserved more attention.

It was nice.

Talking to Chris causally about anything and everything because I could. There was no pressure, no temptations, because we were in public, even if that many people weren't even there. I wondered if Chris appricated this as much as I did. I smiled and looked down. I felt guilty I was barley even watching the game, before I knew it, it was the last quater.

"Was Nate upset that I stole you last night?" I asked looking at Chris. He looked over at me. "Are you kidding? He was dead asleep in my bed with a pile of food by the time I got inside, I had to sleep on the couch" Chris laughed. I smiled and shook my head.

Silence filled the air between us for a moment. It was the first time either one of us mentioned last night. I played with my bracelet and he looked down at my hands.

"Hey Chris?" I asked quietly, but he was already looking at me. I looked up at him. "Do you think what happened last night was wrong?" I asked softly. We just looked at each other. He looked at me like he was searching for an answer within himself, but also looking for mine. He bit his lip ring and looked down.

"I don't want you to think i'm a bad person Chris" I whispered, almost inaudible. "I don't think you're a bad person Y/n" He said back looking down at me. I looked at him, then back down quickly. "I'm sorry if I overstepped" He said. I bit my lip. "That's the problem Chris" I said looking up at him. He looked at me.

"I don't think you overstepped" I said shaking my head. "I wished-" I bit my lip and looked away from him. "I wished you had leaned forward" I whispered so quiet I didn't even know if he had heard me.

But the way his eyes burned into the side of my head, I knew he had. The whistle blew, making both our heads fly up. I stood up quickly and looked for Max on the ice. All of their heads hung low, I knew we had lost and I was barley paying attention.

I looked back down at Chris who's eyes hadn't left me. I shrugged off his jacket before holding it out for him, but his eyes didn't move towards the jacket, no they were locked on mine. "Take the jacket Chris" I whispered looking down at my feet.

He stood up, towering over me. I looked at him as he looked down at me with an unreadable expression. I swallowed. It was as if we were the only to people around, but we weren't. I turned my head and saw Max start to skate off the ice.

"Chris I don't know if I can control myself enough not to lean forward next time" I whispered looking towards him. He just looked at me. "Maybe we should create some distance? For a little while" I whispered. I choked out of my body, forcing myself to say it.

"I don't want to do that to him, I'm sorry" I whispered shaking my head and pushing the jacket into his chest and walking past him and down the bleachers. I didn't turn around to see his face as I walked down off the bleachers. My heart was beating out of my chest.

My head was so clouded I didn't even see where I was walking, I was just walking. I finally blinked when I saw Max. He smiled sadly at me. I felt my heart return to normal. I smiled back and walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into a much needed hug.

"I'm mad" Max mumbled against me. "I know you are baby" I whispered back before finally letting him go. His hair was wet from sweat. I reached up pushing his hair out of his face. He smiled. "You played amazing" I said even though I didn't watch nearly two minutes of his game. "I didn't and you know that" He said looking down at me. I frowned. He glanced up towards the bleachers.

"Who were you sitting with?" He asked looking back at me. I felt my face flush white. This was the first time Max mentioned Chris to me. I looked back towards the bleachers, Chris was gone. I looked back towards him.

"Just some kid in my class" I shrugged. He just looked at me. I stared back at him, silently begging him not to push it. "Okay well, I have to go talk to coach really quick" He said leaning down and kissing the top of my head. I nodded and smiled up at him. He reached in his pockets and handed me the keys.

"Go wait in the car" He said turning and walking away. I let out a deep breath once he walked away. I couldn't help myself from looking around to my surroundings. How was Chris so good at disappearing? I sighed before walking towards Max's car.

Was I too harsh? I was being honest. I can't control myself around him, how am I ever suppose to be loyal to Max while also being Chris's friend? I can't do both. As much as I want to I can't. I put my hand on my forehead. This was all too much. I didn't know what to do.

"Labraut"

I quickly turned when I heard someone shouting my name. My heart dropped when I realized it was Chris walking up to me. His jacket still in his hands. He did not look happy. I swallowed as he approached me. My mind racing.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He asked as he stopped in front of me. I just looked up at him, while also glancing at the people making their way to their cars. I looked back up at him. "What?" I asked suddendly feeling my face go red.

"What you said. What does that mean?" He asked looking down at me. I couldn't tell if he was angry or genuinely confused at my statement. "I-I-" I tried to say as my eyes turned, searching for Max to walk out of the rink at any moment. "Y/n" He snapped my attention back to him. He glared at me.

"After everything, you just 'don't want to do that to him'?” He asked shaking is head. “You want to 'create distance'?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows at me. I swallowed looking up at him, closing my eyes.

"One minute you're telling me things you've told no one and the next your walking away and leave me thinking I might never see you again" He said shaking his head. I bit my lip and looked down.

"It's not fair. What you're doing-" He said closing his eyes and shaking his head. I just watched him. "I-" He sighed and looked up. "Fuck Y/n, I don't want to lose you" He said looking down at me. "And I-I don't know what you want from me" He said shaking his head.

"You walk away from me apologizing, then the next day you show up at my doorstep" He laughed lightly shaking his head, but nothing was funny.

"Chris you have to understand what position i'm in-" I started to say, but he stopped me. "Oh I understand completely what position you're in" He said hovering over me. I bit my lip and looked down, like a child being lectured by their parent when they know they've done something wrong. It's suffocating. It's deliberating.

"You just want to stay in the one that's the easiest for you" He whispered. I felt tears brim to my eyes. "Chris you know that's not true" I said looking up at him. He just stared down at me with a hurt expression. I turned my head when I heard footsteps and saw Max approaching us with a confused look on his face. I swallowed and looked at Chris.

"Don't act like i'm not the one you don't run to when shit gets bad for you" He said through gritted teeth before turning and walking away. I sighed and looked at the ground. I felt Max walk up to me and put his hand on my back.

"Is everything alright? Why was that kid talking to you?" He asked looking down at me. I swallowed, trying to contain my emotions. "Something about the homework" I lied. He looked off in the direction that Chris walked off in.

"Come on, get in the car. We've got a long drive" He said walking towards the drivers side.

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intoduskoutofdawn · 5 months

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Traces & Trouble

| Jake x Phil

| The FBI is too late or early. It depends...

The idea came from a request and ran from there, I hope it fulfills in parts what was requested. Just had to post (the damn thing) now before it takes any longer.

CW: not sure as always, there is sexual content but I'm not too explicit.

A dash of dark fluid diving in the glass clouded up in the clear liquid, the long silver bar spoon flickered in the dim light as a slender hand stirred the drink slowly. Captivated, the young woman sitting at the counter kept her eyes pinned on every move of those hands. They belonged to the bar owner, who now set down the glass right in front of her. She lifted her look up to his face, a strand of dark hair parted his left eye, pointing down to a half smile.

"I think - you are going to love this," Phil Hawkins said with calm confidence, nodding encouraging towards the glass. The young woman threw a bunch of curly hair to the side and took a sip of the drink. Her eyes fell shut for a second and then she smiled back at the bar owner. "This is perfection. Freshness followed by a sweet ...and somewhat savory note. Perfect. So what's it called?"

"Oh, I'm not sure yet," the bar owner answered, "You just witnessed it's creation. But I kinda love the way you described it, so why don't I name it after you?" The young woman tilted her head and laughed. "Oh my, I never had anything named after me. Don't you think Tracy would be a strange name for a drink?"

"I think it sounds lovely. Could be 'Tracy's delight'. 'Fury Tracy'. 'Tracy's secret' -..."

Two men entered the Aurora Bar and caught Phil's attention.Tracy sour.

One man was tall, very thin with short blond hair, partet in the middle by an aggressively straight line. The other was shorter with patchy mudbrown hair, scowling eyes under bushy brows - while the blond was wearing an expensive looking dark coat, the other poked out of a fighter pilot jacket that made him look old.

"And there they are..." Phil muttered followed by a sharp exhale. He straightned and said with a firm voice, "Tracy, you will have to excuse me. Enjoy your drink and your night." The young woman blinked a few times in confusion, "I thought -" , she started to protest but was interrupted by the two men appearing right next to her with cold smiling faces - she took the glass and left the bar.

"How nice to see you again, Mr. Hawkins. I am sorry to interrupt your work," the blond man said with a strange voice that was both soft and sharp.

A voice like a carpet knife, Phil thought and leaned on the counter - taking the position of a watchful cat. "Somehow, I'm having trouble believing that you are truly sorry, Mr. Fletcher." A thin smirk appeared on Agent Fletchers face.

"Have you met my colleague Agent Byron Mills?" Phil reached out and shook the sweaty hand of the bushy browed man, "I don't believe I have."

Agent Fletcher kept talking while his eyes were darting across the room. The few customers of this quiet evening seemed to pick up on something and started leaving the bar one by one.

"Byron here doesn't live far from Duskwood. His wife was your tenth grade math teacher, if you remember?"

Phil decided it to be appropriate to imitate the cold smiles he was confronted with, as he answered,

"Ah yes, Mrs. Mills. Aren't you a lucky man... how is she doing?" The mean little eyes of Agent Mills slithered over to Fletcher, who apparently was the one assigned to do the talking.

"Mr. Hawkins, do you know why we are here?"

The bar owner stood up straight and took a deep breath,

"Well, I cannot be certain. But if I have to guess... for the same reason you were here the last time, for the same reason you confiscated my phone and my computer? - Another attempt to get information I don't have. Although - I'm wondering why you came here all this way and didn't bring me in instead. That seems rather strange to me."

Fletcher turned to Mills and whispered loud enough so Phil could hear every word,

"Do you hear that, Byron? There is that sharp wit, I warned you about," he stepped towards Phil and leaned his elbows on the counter. After focusing the bar owners face with a stern look, he spoke again,

"Mr. Hawkins, we have reason to believe that you are still - or at least recently have been in contact with the hacker named Jake."

The bar owner drove his thumb over his lower lip and chuckled. Fletcher continued,

"I could just come out straight and ask you where he is but I'm sure it would be in vain. So I am simply going to remind you, this whole affair could cause you a lot more trouble than it already has - in fact, I think it is about to inconvenience you a lot. Once more, I would like to urge you to be cooperative."

"And yet, you didn't ask me anything," Phil leaned back on the tall shelf behind him, "Pardon me saying this, detectives - but you showing up here, trying to be intimidating before you even start questioning me... - it is an awful lot of gesturing. So why don't you start asking before you accuse me of not being cooperative?"

Agent Mill's face had turned to an unhealthy shade of purple but he remained stubbornly silent. Fletcher nodded slowly as if he estimated the extend of Phil's intrepidity and then continued in a down-to-buisness like tone,

"Alright then, Mr.Hawkins, as I said - we know, that you are in contact with the hacker called Jake."

"Was. Correct," Phil stated.

"Jake was here - recently. We can establish that from the communication we recovered from your cell phone."

"Still - was. Past tense. As in 'isn't anymore'."

"You didn't give us a lot of information about that the last time we spoke,"

"Again, I answered and continue answering your questions."

"So correct me, if I'm wrong - this contact between you two dates back two weeks now?"

Phil's smile returned and his eyes lit up with a spark, "I like it how you say 'contact'- as if there is a less appropriate version of that word. But yes, two weeks, that sounds correct."

"The communication broke off at that point? With Jake's disappearance?"

- "Yes."

"And Jake did not try to contact you since then?"

Phil raised his shoulders shoving his hands into his pockets, "No. At least I wouldn't know. After all, you took away my ways of communication, Mr. Fletcher. I'm enduring a very reduced life style in that department. "

"Did you try to contact him?"

- "No." the bar owner met and held the piercing look the agent shot at him.

Agent Mills reached into his puffy jacket and pulled out a phone that he passed on to Fletcher. Phil could see that it was his own phone - the FBI had confiscated it a few days after Jake disappeared. Fletcher put it down on the counter and tapped on it with his long pale fingers.

"Mr. Hawkins, the reassembled content of the correspondence between Jake and you suggests a certain 'intensity' of your relationship at the time. We would like to explore our conclusion that you, Philip, would most likely be the person, who might know something about Jake's whereabouts."

Slowly Phil tilted his head,

"Oh I see...'making conclusions' about the 'intensity' of the relationship between the wanted hacker and the bar owner. Kinky." His eyes lit up again for a second, "But what are you asking specifically? If I know where Jake is? I do not."

Agent Mills eyes where bulging with contempt, he chewed "cocky bastard..." under his breath, but Agent Fletcher remained calm and composed- he believed him too, still lurking for something else.

"Philip, may I ask, how exactly it came to pass that the contact broke off so abruptly?"

Scratching his chin Phil answered,

"I assumed it had something to do with you but probably you are not interested in my speculations. He disappeared, quite literally. There is not more to it."

"All of the sudden? Without a word?"

"Correct."

"Where were you when he 'literally' vanished?"

- "Asleep, I suppose."

"He didn't leave you a message? He didn't say goodbye, he didn't tell you anything?"

"Of course he didn't. You have been trying to find him for a while now and quite frankly - it's not going well. Do you really think, Jake would be so dumb and leave traces like that?" Phil shook his head.

For some reason, Fletcher started smiling again.

"Recklessness happens sometimes, Philip. Like getting involved with the wrong person. It just happens, unintentionally. Getting attached to someone always leaves traces, you know. Don't get me wrong - I'm quite sure Jake is aware of that and maybe we are indeed too late - but then, maybe he couldn't help himself, leaving you at least with some reassurance that he is safe."

With a shrugging sigh Phil muttered, "Reassurance and safety, yes - you really don't know much about that hacker. "

Of course they expected to find the right strings to pull but it wasn't as easy as that.

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

The echo of this sentence, spoken by a carpet knife voice, oscillated in the bar owners head. With an abscent gaze, he repeated, "I don't know where the damn hacker is, even if he is alive or not. I do not have any further information for you."

Fletcher intertwined his fingers and softened his voice,

"I'm sorry that this is happening to you, Philip. It must be hard for you. Jake vanishing just like that, without a word, after risking a lot - leaving you with the aftermath. And now... here we are." He pushed the phone over the counter, Phil didn't move to pick it up - he chuckled again, but it was a weary and breathless sound this time.

"So this is what you are counting on? Appealing to my resentfulness, Mr. Fletcher?" the bar owner asked, hardening his tone, "can I just ask - is there some chapter like this in the FBI textbook? Something called maybe 'The investigation of the abandoned lover'?"

Fletcher didn't answer right away, still assessing the bar owners expression.

- "In my time, it was called 'The rejected mistress', these books are very old and outdated, Mr.Hawkins", the agent answered cold, retracting to the last name base.

"So we can conclude this conversation with the statement that you don't have any information for us. Jake was here, vanished with no intention to come back." Fletcher folded his hands and lifted them weirdly towards Phil, who just nodded this time.

"Well...then I hope you won't mind if we check that for ourselves. Maybe you have missed something, Mr. Hawkins. I think our colleagues might be almost done with your apartment upstairs by now. We thought it to be appropriate to have this little chat here, while giving your customers some time to leave before we check these rooms as well."

Baffled, the bar owner drove a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and shaking his head,

"You got to be kidding! What exactly are you hoping to find here?" Fletcher had turned around on his heels, reassuring himself that there were no more customers inside the bar and waved a finger doorwards to signal the other investigators to enter.

"Traces, Mr.Hawkins", Fletcher twisted his lips into a half smile.

"Byron", he motioned his head towards Phil and Agent Mills reached into his jacket again, pulled out an envelope - most certainly containing the warrant - and handed it over the counter. Slowly Phil reached out, taking the envelope without looking at it.

"Who are you? His purse?!" he hissed sharply at Mills and turned away, walking outside the front door - not intending to stand and watch his bar getting turned upside down.

They wouldn't find anything. There was nothing here, that would lead them to the hacker. And why would they...?

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

Maybe they overestimated his capability to get attached to someone, he wasn't exactly known for that. Neither was Jake, for different reasons - but still. How could they be sure, despite of the alleged 'intensity' of their contact, that there would be traces? What traces? Intensity - that was one! Intensity, memories, passion, withdrawal, ...traces. Damn it, Jake!

No. Wait. Not traces... - imprints. Leading nowhere. That is it.

Phil waited outside until it was over, until they all returned to their cars and slammed the doors. He shook the thin bundle of Agent Fletchers fingers without looking at him again.

Back inside the Aurora Bar it was solemnly silent. The bar owner stood still in the middle of the room for a while, considering if he should face the chaos they left behind. He didn't feel like it. Something was strange about all this. It didn't make any sense, why did they even come here?

"No fucking traces!" Phil shouted out to no one stretching out his arms.

Finally, he locked the front door, grabbed his phone and the envelope from the counter and turned off the lights.

As he walked up the stairs to his apartment, he couldn't shake the urge to understand the meaning of this - also there was an uneasiness creeping up on him and he stopped on the stairs. It all felt - unresolved somehow. There had to be more to it. But what could he do, standing alone in the stairwell? The door of the apartment was wide open, Phil walked inside and kicked it shut. Undecided he stood still again for a moment in the dark.

He didn't turn on the lights. The street light streaming through the windows drenched the rooms in a dim orange tone. It didn't look as bad as he thought, not like a tornado went through - fair enough, they had searched thoroughly. All his belongings were spread on tables, chairs and the floor - but in a sort of neat way, stacked and sorted. Turned inside out. Maybe they had taken some things, but there were no traces of the hacker, no messages, no photos. Of course not. They probably still didn't even know what he looked like in the flesh.

Slowly Phil set himself in motion towards the kitchen, that had a large window overlooking the street. All quiet now. Still staring out on the dark street, he put down the unopened envelope and phone on the kitchen counter.

Getting attached to someone leaves traces.

Phil crossed his arms and kept his look pinned out of the window. There was a slight prickle on the back of his neck...

No - fucking - way.

He felt a motion somewhere in the room behind him. Of course. The trace leads here.

"Why is it so dark in here?" a voice asked softly. Phil didn't answer, didn't turn around. The small lamp on the kitchen table lit up with a clicking and he could hear the creaking sound the chair made whenever someone was sitting down.

The bar owner lowered his head but didn't move otherwise. Stubbornly he tried to restrain his heart from throwing itself against his ribcage. His arms firmly locked around himself, he took slow, deep breaths fighting against his own anger, confusion and the longing to just turn around and let it all melt away.

"The door was open...I hope you don't mind," the voice had grown even softer, more hesitant as if testing the temperature.

Jake kept his bright eyes pinned on Phil's back and waited. He pulled the hood off his head and without an idea what else to do, he started straightening his hair - a rather useless effort, the dark strands curling up again.

It had all worked out - until this point. The hacker went over it again step by step. Changing the pattern of running to actually following the investigators - it was simple, simplistic even. And it had worked swimmingly, he just had to pick up the information and they led him right back here. In fact, they were not too late to catch him - but too early. Absurd, really. The hacker shook his head and smiled in disbelief.

So he had actually managed to come back - that's were the plan ended. In success. Yet it was now merely deflated by the fact, that he had not the slightest idea what to do next.

Jake's eyes were darting around. They really had taken this place apart. He bit his lower lip as the extend of the ramifications of his simple plan hit him with a sinking feeling in his stomach. What the hell was he thinking? Nothing much clearly, he cringed... No wonder Phil just stood there, silent and frozen.

Only now, the hacker started to question his own need to be back here - and it might be an entirely selfish one. He raised a hand to touch his temple as he always did when he sat contemplating. It was uncomfortably ambiguous, Jake had experienced an unknown stage of both exhilaration and mindsease - here with him. Somehow, it was all connected to that silent figure standing there.

It was true, Jake was never one to get attached to someone, he even seemed to have lost the need for it over the years. But then something about that Hawkins guy drew his attention and the hacker couldn't wrap his mind around it. Phil had met him with an unusual interest, not for what he did but for what he was apart from that - something even Jake himself had no grasp on. Though confusing and in a way challenging, it was easy to talk to him. The bar owner was never intimidated or even utterly impressed, like it usually happened on the rare occasions Jake actually talked to someone about himself.

It was annoying at first, the damn smugness! He tried hard not to care, but it was just too infuriating. And then intriguing. Jake found himself enjoying the attention, something he had always resented and kept meticulously away from him. Now, it put him at ease and excited him at the same time. Though Phil - confident at all times and seemingly fearless - wasn't impressed by the hacker, he sure was captivated somehow - by him, Jake. Strange. The hacker felt compelled to trust this guy. Even stranger.

And then something else had happened - a slight blush spread over the face of the brooding Jake. In fact, his memories were fractured and hazy. He remembered a kiss, smiling abscently as he did - it had taken him by surprise and then taken him over, taken him whole. And..., Jake shuddered - everything was blurred, too intense to recall what actually had happened. The world went away. Imploding, exploding - both...

"So..." ,

Phil's voice, though not harshly spoken, chopped into Jake's trail of thought like a hatchet. He winced, startled - almost forgotten that Phil was standing there. With wide eyes, the hacker stared at the other man, who had lifted his head but still refused to face him.

"... this was an announcement then," Phil stated, tapping a finger on the envelope. Jake frowned, took a breath to speak but then refrained, snorting.

"Now, now, Jake. You really should say something..."

Jake leaned himself on the table, scratching his scruffy chin. "You are mad. I should have considered that. I must say, I really didn't," he would have added an apology but thought it might sound too pitiful, also he wasn't sorry.

"In fact, I was merely working out a way to come back here. Worked well enough...", he paused and flinched, "you know, this would be easier if you turned around. At least you can tell me to go to hell to my face," his lips twitched a bit and the hacker wondered if that was even true.

"Oh don't mind me, I prefer to hold on to my anger for a while here," came the answer in a sarcastic tone and the hacker frowned.

Truth be told, Phil wasn't even mad. He felt he should and tried to be - that damn hacker just sitting there, after they shut down his business for the night and rummaged through his place on the look for ...traces. And there he was, trapsing in, accompanied by a whole lot of trouble. But Phil couldn't be mad. Jake had a way in, no matter how much Phil tried to shield himself and cutting himself off from everyone, Jake just stumbled through it all.

"Well... fuck it."

Phil snorted and with a swift motion, he spun around, hoisting himself up to sit on the kitchen counter. He rubbed his eyes, wavering, before he finally fixed them on the hacker.

"You look like hell," Phil said after a while.

"Thanks," Jake smiled against his will.

The hacker's dark hair was messy and curling up in all directions, his face was pale with dark shadows under the eyes, on the collar of the black hoodie was a grayish streak of dust or paint. But Jake's gaze was sharp as ever, his eyes glistening with awareness.

"Aren't you going to throw me out?" Jake asked tilting his head.

"Very possible," the lack of conviction in Phil's voice made the hacker's ears prickle with raised attention, "first tell me, what exactly brings you back?"

"I'm actually not sure,"Jake leaned back on the chair and added, "some urge, I don't understand yet. Felt like a strong pull with you being the source of it," he held Phil's gaze with a glint in his eyes.

"May I observe," Jake lifted a finger towards the bar owner, "...you don't seem entirely unhappy to see me," a grin flickering on his lips.

"How endearing. And also - how full of yourself," Phil meant to sound indifferent but was smiling, wearily shaking his head. His dark hair fell over his face, sliding down from the counter - he looked annoyed and defeated.

"You think you are worth the trouble, huh?"

"I didn't say that," Jake frowned again and stood up from the chair, slowly dragging his feet he walked over to Phil.

"No, you don't think like that," the bar owner said pensivley, he lifted his head and looked at the hacker who came to a halt in front of him.

Jake could feel an apprehensive throbbing in his throat - understanding it was on him to overcome the distance, but how? The last time, he remembered, it was just sweeping him away. He didn't have to do a damn thing. But Jake understood that it had to be different now, his fault really - the air seemed weirdly charged.

Avoiding Phil's intense but stern look, the hacker pinned his eyes instead on the notch between his collarbone. Not knowing what he was doing, Jake lifted a hand and placed it right on this spot, a finger softly pressing down on the tail of the tattooed bat. He could feel the calm breathing of the other man, a steady heartbeat, and Jake was quite sure Phil's expression didn't even change a little.

"Didn't even realize that I got this far out of line," Jake murmured, grasped by disbelief over his own audacity.

"No, you don't think like that," Phil repeated. There was a smile somewhere in his eyes but Jake didn't look up.

"Too much trouble...," Jake shook his head and with a frustrated snort, he retrieved his hand. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain and winced in surprise as Phil harshly clasped his wrist.

"See, the thing about trouble is...- you have to see it through, Jake." He wrenched the hacker's hand around and released it at the same spot where it was before - finger on the bat's tail.

With narrowed eyes Jake glanced back at the bar owner, trying to read his expression - he didn't give away much. In a way, he looked like someone ready for a fight. The hacker pondered the situation, which was new and utterly unexpected. Again he searched his memories, only finding a very different set of circumstances. It had started with a kiss and then? Whatever had shattered his mind with an impact of sensation just...happened. Jake didn't cause it. At least he wouldn't know how he did it. A sinister smile appeared on the hacker's face - so that was it. He had to find the detonator.

Hesitant Jake placed his other hand just below Phil's chest bringing himself closer. Breathing in that familiar scent caused a compulsing glitch in the hacker's keen mind but he didn't let himself slip. It was important that he remained focused now. Phil was a tad taller than Jake and held his chin slightly up, deliberately keeping his lips out of reach. The hacker chuckled. Of course, he wouldn't make this easy. Gathering his will, he moved his fingers from the bat's tail up the left wing, feeling a pulse that was annoyingly steady - not matching his own shaking breath.

His fingers wandered further up and suddenly stopped at a spot between jaw and ear - feeling a very soft patch of skin. There was a twitch of the muscles underneath Jake's other hand on Phil's stomach, elevating the hacker's senses. His eyes fixed on the spot - where he struck gold.

A mischievous grin painted the premonition of success on Jake's face as he moved closer, letting his breath stream against the sensitive skin on the bar owners neck. Another eruption of tensening muscles reassured the hacker and he pressed his lips down on the spot, sucking the skin between his tongue and teeth, causing a sharp hissing sound to escape from Phil's lips. Jake moved his head back to take in what he had sparked off - only for a brief moment...

Like black ink pouring in, Phil's eyes grew wide, intensly darkening. The next thing Jake could feel was his own back crushing against a door frame and being claimed by furious lips, blazing a scalding trail down his neck and returning even hungrier to Jake's mouth, the taste of the tongue slipping in was sweet. There was that paradox again - a longing that had built up inside of him was finally eased and Jake wished he could linger in this kiss...why not forever? But at the same time, something fierce was waking up, an urge for more, for being consumed. The world seemed to have slipped away in the distance.

For another second, Jake fought for his mind not to leave him, but his will combusted under the rising heat and the sensation of eager hands digging under his clothes. Again, it all shattered, melted - Jake felt himself stumbling over something on the floor, an undeniable force shoving him backward. There was the sound of fabric stretching before it got torn away - leaving the bare skin at the mercy of hands, lips and teeth. Jake tried to hold on to something, clasping around but everything was moving, slipping away - the fall on the floor knocked the wind out of him for a second and he wasn't given time to catch his breath. His blood rushed out of his head and his nerves vibrated with pleasure that was almost painful, Jake was yielding to be devoured by this extasy.

A desperate sigh shook his chest, and suddenly, it seemed that the lips, which incinerated every single nerve in Jake's body, started smiling against his skin. The hands that held him down softened their touch - though it gave him the chance to take a breath, putting his scattered mind back together, Jake's body kept quivering, trying to contain what needed release.

Phil let his hands travel back up from the waist and left them on Jake's chest for a moment - it was a tender and soothing touch, he bend over the hacker's face that was turned to the side, grazing his ear with his lips. The pressure Phil playfully put on the pelvis of the body lying underneath him caused it to squirm, and the pleading moans coming from Jake were too delicious. But as he felt the heart under his hands beating faster and faster, Phil let off him, leaning over Jake's ear again,

"Shh, shh..." he breathed, "I'm sorry, Jake - I'm sorry...can't let you get away that fast," he straightned and sat back on his heels smiling down on the hacker, who turned his face and opened his eyes. Jake blinked a few times until his vision was clear. Of course, he wouldn't make this easy. Jake lifted his head, understanding he furrowed his brows,

"You want me to put up a fight, huh?" his voice hoarse but steady.

Phil tilted his head, tracing muscles on Jake's stomach with his fingers, one by one - his touch growing less gentle again.

"If you think you can..."

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The bathroom mirror was still foggy but clearing up slowly while Phil stood there contemplating his reflection. He touched a bruised spot on his rips that had turned purple.

"Huh...it does leave traces."

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake x phil #duskwood jail #duskwood fanfic #iamjake

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Eight years later…

Basically around 9 years ago Loki left you and now he has returned. It’s a bit random and I potentially wrote it whilst heating up my lasagna 😂

Straightning his tie with one hand, Loki took a deep, steadying breath as he looked up at your door. It looked the same only the plants around it were different now. His legs shook slightly as he began to take the stairs towards it, the once low steps becoming steep mountains underneath his nervousness. He wondered if you’d want to see him? If you’d be angry? Happy? Sad? He wondered if you had changed? If you still wore your hair the same? If you still wore the same perfume? He wondered whether you still liked tulips or if he was stupid for buying them. Maybe a box of chocolates would have sufficed, you still liked chocolates didn’t you? Once he reached the top step, he shakily raised his hand before knocking the door.

“Go clean up your toys.” You gestured for Freya to do as you heard the door knock. Assuming it was Bucky who had just forgotten his keys, you cursed him under your breath as you made your way to the door. “You forgetful little—Loki?” You said with a small gasp as you eyed Loki standing infront of your door. The world stopped spinning as your eyes met. You couldn’t speak, any words you had were falling dead at your lips. It seems the same had happened to Loki as he opened his mouth and closed it again. Your heart rate increased and you felt yourself feeling faint as if he was a ghost. He was. It had been years, years of no contact, no updates, you were to assume that he was dead.

“Y/n I—” Loki began before you let out a shocked squeal and slammed the door in his face, falling back against it as you tried to slow your breathing. Your eyesight went blurry as tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes. You and Lokis past flashed through your mind, impaling the memories you had made since then, the life you had forged.

Loki released a breath as the door closed, flowers dropping to his side at the rejection. Of course. This was a bad idea. He felt a semblance of comfort shroud him as soon as the familiar scent of your perfume invade his senses. As you looked at one another, he realised that you hadn’t much changed at all. You were as beautiful as the day he met you. He didn’t know whether to knock the door again or to just simply disappear once more. That’s what he was best at, leaving. He explained this when you had first started hooking up. He promised that commitment wasn’t his thing and you were okay with that. It worked until he found himself thinking about you whenever you weren’t around. Until he found himself yearning for your company, your smile, your small giggles, your perfume. He wanted you completely. It was all too much.

Your hand flew to your mouth as a sob escaped you, back still against the door. Your feet were frozen in place. You couldn’t move. You didn’t know whether to open the door once again, confronting the skeleton in your closet or to simply keep it out of sight out of mind. Maybe he was gone now, he hadn’t knocked the door again. Maybe he didn’t even exist, you were extremely tired and exhaustion does that to a person, makes them believe things that aren’t real. That’s what this was, a mirage conjured by a weary mind, nothing else and yet you still found yourself unable to move, to think properly, to breathe properly. Once again, Loki had taken your breath away.

Swallowing down his emotions once again, Loki brought his hand back to the door. He had to try. He didn’t come this far to not at least try.

Another stern knock at the door made your heart hammer in your chest. Your lip was trembling as your body fell into a panicked state until your gaze landed on one of Freya’s toys in the living room. This was no time for fragility. Quickly wiping your tears, you spun to open the door before your eyes landed on Lokis once again. Your expression contorted into one of disgust as he tried to smile curtly at you. You closed the door slightly behind you to shield your voices from Freya.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted.

“T—these are for you.” Loki spoke, handing you the flowers. Taking them from his hand, you threw them down the stairs angrily.

“Just leave.” You huffed, looking away from him.

“Y/n, please, just let me explain.” He pleaded.

“Let you explain? Let you explain what? Why you left me? Why you abandoned me? I don’t want to hear it.” You scoffed.

“It wasn’t like that.” He insisted “please.” He said, reaching a hand to caress your cheek “I have never stopped thinking about you y/n. Not a day goes by where thoughts of you don’t evade my mind.”

Foolishly, you melted into his touch as always, closing your eyes as he cradled your cheek with his hand. This was supposed to be a dream come true. It’s what you had spent over a year wishing would happen all until you realised that it wasn’t going to happen, Loki was gone. Instantly, you snapped from your haze, opening your eyes as you straightened yourself out.

“I’ll give you 10 seconds to leave.” You warned.

“Or what?” He challenged teasingly.

This wasn’t the time

“Or I’ll—” you began before being interrupted by the door opening behind you as Freya peaked her head out of it. Instantly, Lokis eyes were on hers as his breath hitched. Noticing this, you tried to shield her from view, covering her as best you could before turning and gesturing her inside. “Mummy’s talking to a friend okay baby I’ll be in in a second.” You smiled reassuringly, the door opening wider after you and she walked in allowing Loki a better view of the little girl who looked strikingly like himself. From her dark hair to her eyes, the resemblance made him slightly nauseous. His heart leapt out of his chest when the eyes of the little girls met his before she gave him a small smile.

“Hi.” she waved politely.

“Freya! What have I told you about talking to strangers.” You snapped your fingers grabbing her attention again.

“But he’s not a stranger.” She countered causing both you and Lokis hearts to sink, how did she know? “He’s your friend.” She added causing relief to flood you.

“H-how old are you?” Loki stuttered, looking down at Freya.

“Don’t speak to her!” You snapped at him at the same time she answered.

“Eight.”

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@mischief2sarawr

@lokiprompts

@lokisninerealms

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #loki angst #dad loki #loki drabble #mcu angst #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki x y/n

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patukkaas · 9 months

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Peacock x Fem! Reader

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Reader is also 13 years old in this fanfiction since Peacock is also 13, get outta here weirdos.

Also I've got zero idea what happened after her 2nd encore storymode so um insert this story in any timeline you wanna.

Requested by @sweet_potatoes_og on wattpad

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Peacock had just come back to the lab from her adventures with her gang, which means beating people up and trying to find the Skullgirl.

It's already the evening and you had been waiting for her to come back to the lab and watch "Annie: girl of the stars" with you.

She had already (magically) changed into her pyjamas since she should've been in bed already, but when she heard a tv playing and her favorite tv show's main character's voice speaking she ran to the direction of the sound.

And she saw you, sitting in front of the tv on a small couch with your legs crossed already entranced by the show in your pyjamas, she immediately called your name and just appeared on the spot beside you.

You had gotten used to being suprised by her, so you didn't even flinch. You we're just as excited to see her as she was to see you, it had been a full day without seeing eachother.

Peacock's hair was a huge mess, with bits of coal and just dirt and huge tangles everywhere, it was obvious she'd had a fun day fighting people on the streets with her gang.

You offered to brush out her tangles and take the coal bits out before bed, she immediately dropped herself down to the floor and straightned her back so you had the best access to her head.

You had already known she'd be a mess when she comes back to the lab so you already had a brush behind your back, you took it out and started to gently brush out her hair while she watched her show's best episodes, that you had picked out.

Peacock obviously was tired after about 10 minutes of the silence you both adored after every busy day, her eyes started to twitch shut and you were done with her hair.

You wanted to spend more time with Peacock and didn't want her to go back to bed yet, so, you put back the hairbrush and started to brush out her untangled smooth hair with your fingers.

Peacock enjoyed it more than the brush, which was obvious with the slight smile on her face as she fell asleep with her head on your lap.

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#x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #skullgirls #skullgirls x reader #x you fluff #fem reader #peacock #peacock skullgirls #peacock x reader #peacock x fem! reader #skullgirls x fem reader #skullgirls fluff

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wayfaringstrangxr · 2 months

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Starter for @extremefocus

That smell was terribly familiar, something close to a child's memory, like the scent of your favorite food, or the fresh flowers your mom pick from the garden... But for the colonel it wasn't a pleasant memory, it was the familiar scent of a horrible one.

Carbonized bodies.

The sound of a sudden explosion woke him up from the nightmare. Taking a second to realize he was in his office and the explosion were only a knock on the door, the colonel straightned himself in the chair, sliding a hand along his hair to make sure he didn't had a sleepy face.

"Come in!" He says holding back a yawn. "Oh, is that you lieutenant?!" He seems to relax.

#to protect those i hold most dear | mustang #extremefocus

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carelessflower · 2 months

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Alec looked in the mirror straightning his bow tie, he stepped back to take a look at his white buttoned up shirt, black blazer, and black trousers.

"So, where are you going?" His sister stood said loudly, making Alec jump. She walked in, and sat on Alec's bed.

"I don't know, his dad is choosing the place."

"Okay..well good luck meeting the parents, well formally is always scary, this is a serious stage. Mom took Magnus out to a cafe, and chatted about you mostly and grandkids."

"How did you know?"

"Mom told me. Anway Asmodeus already knows you it will be fine. Will Magnus be with you?"

Alec felt himself get hot and anxious, his heart was racing.

"Yeah he is picking me up." The sound of the doorbell ringing through out the house, Jace shouting "i'll get it."

Alec walked downstairs, to see Magnus standing there, with glitery leather pants, and a black shirt.

"He said formal."

"All my other stuff are in the wash."

"How convienant."

Maryse smiled at her eldest son, as she smooth out his hair, Alec trying to stop her.

"Have fun." Maryse said, kissing both boys on the cheeks.

"So where are we going?"

"My dad booked a private part in a restaurtrant in SoHo."

Magnus unlocked the door to the audi, as they both got in.

You can do this. Alec whispered getting into the car.

anon im scared

#ask #talent anon #nothing happen to my boys please

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nyxi-pixie · 2 years

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fully believe that at one point in her life nancy gave mike a full makeover. straightned his hair put makeup on him etc. prolly when he was like 8 and they were still besties and she dressed up as an elf for his d&d shit like a legend

my evidence? ur honour i dont need it but I DO HAVE IT OH YEAH BITCHES

he somehow knows how to do makeup for el in s1? no explanation he just knows somehow. ive met men that dont know what LIP BALM is. and hes out here being an expert? icon.

and HIS FUCKING UGLY FRINGE (bangs). nancy wheeler straightened this boys hair one (1) time and he just decided yes this is such a look❗❗ and he literally looks like this:

oh yeah look at that masterpiece🤩🤩

anyway this was supposed to be about the wheeler sibling dynamic because we're lucky if we get CRUMBS in the show but now im just bullying his haircut.

#listen. everyones on the bowlcut hate train #where are my mike wheeler block fringe haters #i refUSE to say bangs FUCK YOU. convert to my evil british ways #anyway off topic but objectively bad haircut bfs<3 #except will makes his look good🙄 not mike tho hes out here REPRESENTING the shit hair havers #good for him #im sorry im so sorry🙏 but im right #anyway #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #byler #mike wheeler 2000s emo is so real

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GAAAAASPPPPPPPUHHHHHHH.. oh- my- listen when i tell u i have no fucking idea how this popped up in my head like i, a curly headed girly 💀, was straightening my hair today n like i made a lil side part shaped into a heart n shi and i was like hollonnnnnn 🤭.. waittttt.. how about if i uhm stuled bkg hair.. 😀 IMAGINE IF I WAS ABLE TO LIKE?? STRAIGHTN HIS HAIURRRRRRRRR- icl im loosing it even tho i know he would 100000% kill me if i did but yk this is why i stay delulu ehe 🤭🤭

Ermmmm side eue ANAYWAYUZZZZZ 😁 luv uuu 😚

This was certainly an experience.

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cleopatrahairandbeauty · 4 months

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Hair Salon Watergardens: A chic haven for stylish transformations, offering expert cuts, vibrant colors, and personalized services in Watergardens. Hair color, hair dressing, hair cuts, spa and all services we provide.

#hair colour in watergardens #indian salon watergardens #ipl skin laser near watergardens #waxing salon #hair straightning near watergardens

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exocean · 2 years

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bins hair is getting so long the only thing left now is for the stylists to stop straightning it and we will reach peak bin...

#natural curly hair bin... big explosion of hair on his silly little head.#i would love to see it #storytime with mo

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xxmelodycat · 2 years

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Second Sight

Bang! Crash! the door disconnects from its rusty hinges and lands on the shack’s floor with a loud thump. The loud snors near me were cut off at once, which meant wicked Dudley was now awake. He rises, drowsy, from the warm comfortable couch he slept on, his blond hair disheveled and his eyes half opened. “Harry, be quiet! I’m trying to sleep!” he mumbles in an irritated and annoyed voice. Two dark lumps rise from their sleep as well next to him. Those are my wicked uncles - Petunia Dursley, my late mother’s sister, and Vernon Dursley, her husband. Vernon looked like a bigger and maturer version of Dudley: large, pink, blond with a full moustache that covered his lips. Petunia was the absolute opposite of him - tall and thin, with a long neck that allowed her to easily listen to the neigbors over the garden’s wall. Right now that long neck raised up a drowsy head that looked at me angrily. “Harry, are you interrupting Dudlush Madlush’s sleep?”

But I couldn’t listen to her. I focused, frozen, on the threatning sillhoutte that stood in the shcak’s doorway. When my wicked aunt noticed I’m not listening to her, she turned her sight to the empty door frame as well, and choked in panic. At this point my wicked uncle Vernon was awake too, and without hesitation he pulled out a shotgun from under his pillow and turned it to the sillhouette. “Who are you?” he shputed in a shaky voice, “I’m warning you - I’m armed!”

A giant hairy arm gripped the door frame and pushed in an even larger body, so large that it needed to bend down in order to enter through the doorway. When he straightned in the shack, he blocked most of the wall. His face was almost completley covered behing a long, wild mane and a tangled wild beard, but above all the hair two eyes were twinkling like black beetles. The stranger stepped towards wicked frightned retreating Vernon, shaking the walls of the shcak with each stpe forward he took. Without saying a word he gripped the tip of the shotgun, and bent down the metal. I caught a look at his bare arm. Even through the hair I saw robust, defined muscles. My heart was pumping in my chest - of fear? adoration? I couldn’t tell between the two. Then, without giving more attention to /vernon, He looked straight at me, And my heart went from pumping to standing still.

"Ya’ll don’t mind making us a cuppa tea, do ya now? Twas pretty rough gettin’ to here…” He said in a deep voice and took a seat beside me, bolting wicked Dadly to the other side of the room in doing so, and looking straight into my eyes with a smile.

"And there’s good ol’ Harry!” he said happily. He… knows who I am and what’s my name? I was confused and excited.

"Last time I seen you you were just a babe,” said the giant. “Boy how you grew, ya look just like yer fatha, only with yer mother’s big ol’ eyes.” In a swift hand motion he pulled out a square wrinkled package from within his coat, and handed it over to me. “Real happy birthday to ya. I might have sitten on it by accident, but the taste’s just the same.” I opened the wrapping paper with quiverring hands. My first birthday present… in it was a large squashed choclate cake and on it was written in large green letters HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY ^-^. I looked back at him with teary eyes. I wanted to thank him, but larger things were on the agenda.

"You… knew my parents?” It couldn’t be… my wish? After all, I never met my parents… they died in a mysterious road accident a few days after I was boorn, and my wicked uncles were too wicked and cruel to have pictures of them in the *house*. Knowing I had my mother’s eyes was enpugh knowledge to make me happy on my birthday.

“‘Course I knew them1 yer parents, they studied in good ol’ Forkwarts, how’d I not know them?” He laughed a boistrous laugh. I was having such a hard time following and I gave him back a wondering look. “That’s right,” he said, surprised. “I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Rubeus Hadrud, the key n’ groundskeeper of good ol Forkwarts.” He layed his giant hand out to shake my hand, and shook my arm powerfully.

"Forkwarts?” I managed to blurt at last. But just at that moment my wicked aunt unfreezed herself.

“That’s enough!” she screeched, pale as lime. I was utterly confused. Could it be that my wicked uncles hid some secret from me all this time? Hagrud looked shocked, and then his eyebrows squinted angrily.

"Oh, I din’ even think to myself that you don’ even know bout goodol Forkwarts! Yer uncles din’ explain to ya nothin’, did they?! You ain’nt never asked yerself where yer good ol parents they learned all o’ that?” Petunia shrinked in fear but didn’t back down. “What we did or did not tell him is none of your bussiness!”

"All of what?” I burst, raisinig my voice for the first time in my life. None of what Hagrud said made sense but I yearned to hear more about my dead parents, from this odd, muscular, brawny stranger, who invested me in a cpuople of minutes more than the wicked Dursleys had in my whole life.

“Magic,” said Hagrud before Petunia could intervene again. “Your(yer) parents were wizards.” He looked at me desperetly. “You don’t know what you are?” he finally asked.

Uncle Vernon found his voice; “Stop right this instant!” he commanded. “I forbid you to tell anything to the boy!” he turned red. Many braver than wicked uncle Vernon would have been shaking in there boots under the intense, furious gaze Hagrud turned to him now. When he opened his mouth, His deep manly voice tremored with rage.

"Ya ain’t never told him? ya didn’t tell him what was there written in that there letter Dumbledore his highness left for him? I seen Dumbledore his highness leave it, Dursley! And ya hidd it from him all the years?”

"Hid what from me?” I ask excitedly and my pathetic voice quivers.

"Harry,” panted Hagrood and held my shpuld4rs in his large strong hands arms. “I need to tell you what you are.” I couldn’t breath. “Say it,” I whospered. “Out loud.”

I took a deep breath. Whatever Hagrood says now, that’s the truth - my truth.

“Yer a wizard.”

(*the chapter ends with a cliffhanger so stick around for the next one~)

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