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scaralvr · 2 years

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04. lovesick idiots! chapter four to the secrecy of our confessions [masterlist]

synopsis: the admiration you two hide for each other strengthens even more through that one band practice.

scaramouche's heart continued to pound erratically against his ribcage with each step he took, drawing him closer to the music room. to think that you're going to let him see you practice. he practically had to clench his jaw in order to stop his teeth from chattering in pure excitement. in the meanwhile, you weren't in any better condition, either.

"it's a little stuffy in here, isn't it?" you nervously commented, your finger adjusting the neckline of your uniform shirt. ayaka put a hand on your shoulder, "not to worry, (y/n)! you'll do amazing, as you always are." yoimiya grinned, "hey, whatcha' say we go out for your favourite strawberry shortcake after, if you get through this?"

your mood did a whole three sixty as you exclaimed, "really!?" yoimiya nodded eagerly, "so make sure you do well, alright? no pressure!" hu tao played around with your drumsticks before tossing one in the air, "heads up (y/n)!" you cautiously stepped forward and caught both of them just as soon as scaramouche entered.

scaramouche internally fanboyed once more, cheeks a rosy red and eyes struck with awe, 'perfect catch, (y/n)!' ayaka pointedly said, "ahh, what did i say about being rough with our equipment?" hu tao shrugged with a giggle, "whoopsies." you quickly whipped your head around as yoimiya rushed over, "the student president's here! good afternoon!" she cheerfully greeted as hu tao stuck out her tongue.

you nearly dropped your drumsticks when you heard scaramouche speak with that brooding, amazingly sexy voice of his. "afternoon. i trust this won't be a waste of my time?" he asked, raising a brow at a raging hu tao that was being held back by ayaka. "oh, not a waste of time at all!" she said with a tight grin.

ayaka squeaked, "help me, (y/n)!" you jumped, "right!"

"eeeh? you seriously went to that band practice?" mona said, with a mouthful of dango. "what do you think? just tell mom i'm going to be home late." scaramouche snapped, standing outside the music room to take the call. fischl followed mona, eating her own dango, "is that scawamooch? allow mwe to twalk to him!" fischl whined as mona sighed.

mona gave the phone to her. fischl held it up to her ear, gulping down the dessert, "greetings, brother. may i join you?" mona snickered as scaramouche instantly shouted, "HAH!? don't you have homework!?" fischl pouted, "yes, no, maybe so. but the point is, i have never seen a live band performance before, and it would mean the world to me if i could!"

scaramouche groaned through his teeth, "urgh... fine! but hurry up, they're going to start soon." fischl jumped up and down, "i thank you for this opportunity, brother!" she quickly handed the phone back to mona and ran up the school stairwell. mona ended the call and sighed, "guess that leaves more dango for me."

yoimiya slung her bass over herself, "relax, hu tao. remember, this is for (y/n), right?" hu tao growled through her gritted teeth, adjusting her guitar's pegs, "he's lucky (y/n) likes him. i would've broken that asshole's nose by now if not for that." ayaka positioned her keyboard, "so what'll it be today, (y/n)?"

you coyly grinned, tapping your drumsticks against each other, "i was actually thinking if we could do fire bird by roselia, i always did like covering that song." yoimiya gasped, "great idea, (y/n)! he'll definitely fall head over heels for that." she cheekily tittered, causing your face to redden.

ayaka smiled, "you've returned. and it seems like you've brought along a plus one?" scaramouche sighed and placed a hand on fischl's head, "she's just happy to be here." fischl nodded eagerly.

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scaramouche rested his head atop his study table, smiling to himself. his earphones were tucked inside his ears as he listened to the show you previously performed just for him on loop. because yun jin was the main vocalist, he barely heard your voice on its' own, but witnessing the magic right then and there, scaramouche felt as if his life was complete.

"waaah, that was amazing!" fischl exclaimed, tears peeking at the corners of her eyes as she ran up to you. you paused, stunned for a few moments before shyly grinning, "thanks, fischl." scaramouche was still seated, eyes fixated on your figure as you conversed with your friends. his lips thinned out, indigo hues sparkling brighter than ever. he stood up and made his way to you with only one question in mind.

scaramouche took out his earphones and opened his composition notebook. flipping past several pages, he landed on a very specific one. your siganture adorned the lined paper, and a wide grin broke out onto his features. scaramouche began to laugh, holding the sacred page against his chest as he plopped onto his bed. not long after that, did he begin to kick his feet out of thrill.

you rushed inside your house, calling out, "i'm homeee!" kicking off your shoes, you ran up the stairs as your mother watched you do so. "how was cram school?" she queried, and you quickly replied while shutting the door to your room, "mundane!" you bit down on your lip, giggling when you jumped onto your bed.

your chin landed on your pillow and you squinted your eyes. "that performance wasn't disappointing at all. i look forward to seeing where you'll be in the future, (y/n)." you mocked his voice and laughed almost instantly, rolling about your mattress akin to an excited child.

"ohuhu..." you sighed out in between heavy exhales, hand resting on your stomach. scaramouche's thumb carefully caressed your penmanship, his cheeks a deep, crimson shade.

"i love them so much." "i love him so much."

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 months

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Restless Man Pt II

Summary: Beau Arlen finds himself in the middle of a case with more twists than a country road.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reina Cetanwakuwa-Stanley

Word Count: 1681

Warnings: cursing, show level violence, derogatory remarks (some in native languages) poisoning, murder

A/N: The inklings for this started the first time I heard Jensen singing Restless Man. This work is partially from historical information and canon elements from the Big Sky series.

*Set after the series finally 3:13 That Old Feeling.

A/N II: All Native American words/sentences in this part are Lakota resourced from freelang.net and glosbe.com *some algorithmically generated on these sites.

*Translation: lala -grandfather Cetanwakuwa -attacking hawk or to hunt and chase

A/N III: Biology isn't my strong suit, so all references likely have errors.

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no beta -all mistakes are mine

Pt I masterlist

5:30 AM

Arlen pulls into the bank's back park lot and spots Reina sitting on an old pickup’s hood. Parking next to it, he climbs out and with hands on hips snaps, “Why the hell are we here at this ungodly hour?”

“Look who’s running a quart low on civilized this morning.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means you’re a grumpy asshole till you get some lead in your system.” Hopping off the hood, Reina hands him a to-go cup, “So fuel up Texas.” Arlen catches a whiff of the fresh roast bouquet and a far more civilized thank you darling slips past his lips making her eyes roll.

“And to answer your question being here at the ass-crack of dawn ensures what we're doing doesn’t get out any time soon. Oh, by the way, I flunked charm school so nothing stops me from being an asshole darling.”

***

The bank manager removed their key grumbling as they left.

“Obviously, not a morning person either,” Arlen commented while pulling the large rectangular box from its cubby and placing it on the table opens its hinged lid revealing an assortment of documents. Picking up the top one he reads the contents. “This is a medical file dated almost eight months ago. Gerald started seeing a Dr. Johnson in Billings who ordered..wow, that’s a boatload of tests.”

Reina began reading over his shoulder, “This doesn’t make sense, Lala Gerald was healthy as a horse for a man his age and preferred the healer over western medicine.” Handing it to her he starts going through the others. “Found the test results. Great, it’s one of those percentages per whatever. Personally, I like the connect the dots ones.” She points to the first results. “These here are chemicals you’d normally find on a working ranch. They’re within the safe margins for exposure.” Arlen was surprised, “You know how to read this?”

“What? You thought I was only a fabulous derrière?”

Arlen tilted his head a certain way letting his expression say it all. “Man, you got that dad’s done with your shit look down pat!” He’s still unamused. “Okay, I worked for the mobile vet a few summers, taught me how to do work-ups on the livestock.” Reina goes back to explaining the results then pauses at the end.

“Huh. These look like medicinals from the healer, but the lab could not identify all the plants used.” She gives Arlen a contemplative look, “You got anything on your plate this morning?”

“Nothing pressing Hoyt can’t handle. Why?”

“I have an idea where to find out what these could be. Your truck or mine Texas?”

Montana State University

Bozeman

“Remind me again why we drove all this way?” A tense Arlen dodges another Twalking student in the crowded corridor. “Because these people won’t know me or my family connections like in Helena. Here we are,” Reina opens the door under the Biotechnology Department sign.

“Dr. Newsom?” The person writing on a whiteboard turns. “Hello, I’m Sheriff Beau Arlen. Dean Wilson said you might be able to help with some toxicology report results.”

Arlen hands over the file and the doctor skims over the pages, “I take it’s the last one set marked inconclusive you’re inquiring about?” “Yes. My partner here believes they might be compounded from some types of plants?”

Newsom seemed impressed and wrote out the information on the board then stepped back studying it. “Would you mind if I called in another colleague to consult on this?”

***

Sometime later

“Everything all right?” Reina inquires when Arlen walks back into the room. “Hoyt was checking in.” Retaking his seat, he hears her mutter, “Some things never change.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That your girlfriend can’t stand not knowing where you are, who you’re with, and when you’ll be back.”

“Hoyt’s my undersheriff.…” “…from what I hear, under in the literal sense.” “She’s not my girlfriend or significant other so what's your problem with her?” “It’s always been her problem. Never mine.” Newsom's colleague interrupts their terse discussion.

“Your assumptions were correct. These here,” circling a few abbreviations, “Are used in many medicinal compounds by the local native healers. Unfortunately, we cannot identify what species they come from because we can’t find any record of the source materials.”

“Hypothetical question,” Reina says, “Could their source be something the People purposely choose not to share but still retain knowledge of how to create?” Arlen shoots her a quizzical look.

“Yes, that is a possible hypothetical. We know from early expeditions writings and verbal stories passed on among native inhabitants that much of their knowledge has been lost due to time and habitats, or intentionally hidden due to subjugation and indoctrination.”

Arlen's thumbs' tapping became more intense and thirty miles down the road he suddenly detoured his vehicle, Pedro, onto a dirt track. “Umm, do you know whose road we’re on?”

“Not a damn clue! Call it Bob’s Road.”

“Hope Bob doesn’t take a shot for us trespassing.” Arlen slams on the brakes and cuts the engine before shifting in his seat to glare at her, “What with the wild goose chase?”

“Sorry, I don’t….”

“Don’t bullshit me Reina! I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I needed confirmation.”

“Conformation of what?”

“That you weren’t in on it!” Arlen was taken aback by her insinuation. “You think I had a hand in Gerald’s death?”

“No, in its cover-up!” She climbs out slamming the door shut emphasizing how pissed she was. “I don't know if you can be trusted AssButt!” A now equally pissed Arlen copies her. “That why you pulled a subterfuge ‘bout being a Texas Ranger?” His question makes Reina whirl around as he continues. “I know a lotta Montanans still have this old west mentality regarding the law."

“Don’t turn this to be about me!” Reina yells stalking towards him, not stopping till she invades his personal space. "I know about your partner in Houston so let me ask you something. How'd drowning your guilt and shame in booze and other avenues work out for ya?” Arlen's eyes narrow. “Seems you ended up in the same place as every other motherfucker who takes that route. Leaving a trail of collateral damage in your wake including your family.” Arlen's low growl of Leave them outta this only makes her double down.

“Your ex remarried some guy and moved three states away with your kid to escape the humiliation! And what did you do? You followed them up here like a dog with its tail,” Arlen surges forward, slamming his hands flat on either side of her head, pinning her against the truck's door. His heart hadn’t pounded this hard since trying his damnedest not to kill Buck Barnes for kidnapping his daughter when Reina did something most would consider not only insane but confused the hell outta him by leaning forward so close he could feel her breath caress his lips as she spoke.

“I bet you’re weighing your options on whether to sock me or kiss me.” Arlen jerks back with such an incredulous expression it makes her chuckle, “I have that effect on people.”

“No more bullshit Reina! Did you know what that report would say?”

“Had an inkling you helped confirm.” Reina sagged back against the door. “After I left Montana, Lala and I talked practically every day. I knew something was wrong around six months ago when he suddenly stopped video chatting.” She looked up towards the clear blue sky, “I couldn’t get leave. DPS had just sent me to the Del Rio sector to help track down cartel smugglers. You can’t fathom the shit they’re doing, what’s being covered up by the mainstream media and those fuckers in D.C.” Reina swiped at her eyes.

“I had a few run-ins with cartel elements which was bad enough.” Arlen placed his hand on her shoulder, “I’m truly sorry you didn’t have the chance to say goodbye.” Reina nodded in gratitude, and he asked in a gentler tone, “Do you have any idea why someone would want to do away with Gerald?”

“Have you heard of the new housing development proposed north of the city?” Arlen acknowledged he has. “Did you know the day lala died, the developers submitted an impact study on expanding that small airport in Silver City?” Arlen looked confused. “Helena already has a good-sized airport...what a minute. Why would a suburb need its own airport? It wouldn’t unless it’s a guise for something bigger.”

“Like something that’ll eventually run from outside Helena’s city limits up to the foothills of the Flathead and Lewis and Clark national forests?” Arlen's brow furrowed, “Okay. Excuse me, I need a map,” he opened the passenger door and glove box retrieved one and moves to the hood. “I’m not really familiar with that area,” Reina reaches over, pointing to a smaller valley snug between the mountain ranges.

“Phase one is here. It’s proposed to expand the airport to accommodate more traffic and have its own charter service catering to the financially privileged.”

“Darling, if there’s one thing I know about people with money, they don’t like to be too far from their modern conveniences.” Reina raised an eyebrow, “Well Darling, the deal includes building a luxury resort which will increase the tax base so much it’ll price the current residents living there out so they’ll end up doing what?”

“Sell to the developers who’ll eventually build residences tailored for their clientele.” Arlen shakes his head in disbelief. “Wait, what’s in Phase Two?” Reina’s voice took on a serious note, “I need you to swear on whatever you hold sacred, you’ll keep this under wraps because I could go to jail for possessing this information.” Arlen holds out his hand, “I give you my word.” She takes his offered hand before pulling out her phone and showing him a picture of a scale model representing the future Helena Valley.

“How far would you go if one man was standing in your way of building the next metropolis?”

tbc

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num-num21 · 10 months

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Hwave you sween Spider Verse 2 yet🕸️ 👉🏾👈🏾

I need other littles to twalk bout it with🥺

#little #little space #safe agere #across the spiderverse #spidercat

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boccher · 1 year

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pumpkzsafeplace · 9 months

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Me dwyed m' hwair dis mornwing! It dark bwown an da undwr-nweath lwayer ish blwond

Ohs an I fwound a cg! She bween bween kindwa buswy so far, but she weally nwice :) she nuh giv me verwy many rwules, but dat otay I gwes

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Me kinda upswet (vent)

So, m' dance studwio sometwimes has self defwense kick boxwing clwasses an deres one coming up next satwurday an I weally wan go. I haven't mwissed a clwass yet. But my mom won't let me go becwause we mights be havwing dinner wif her husbwands old twuck driver mentor. Me don evwn wan oo go oo dat, me nevwr evwn met da gwuy

An me kindwa upset because m' bestfwien pwomised dat if dere was a clwass she do it wif me, (i use to da clwasses wif my boyfwien but he bwoke up wif me in june) an now she saywing she no wan do it. I knu dat she allowed oo chwange her mwind, but she pwomised. I pwetty sur we evwn pinky pwomisd on its. I knu dat I cwant go cuz m' momwy said so, but still.

Me been weally stwessed an bwurnt out lwately an me wa weally lwooking forward oo dowing a kick boxwing clwass.

M' jus fweel wike nu bodwy wike me nu mwor. M' gwanma an mom jus uwse me oo do stuffs for dem, dey don evwn say thwank oo, an m' fwiens don evwn twalk oo me anwy mwor :(

me sowwy for ventwing oo ywou, m' jus don knu wher elwse oo gwo

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hihi lil bug’ 🌼

ahh that sounds super pretty! <3

& i'm super duper proud happy for you on the cargiver update! i wish you're dynamic lasts a while & is incredibly happy <3

i understand little one, when so many negitive things happen at once it can seem very consuming. almost as if you're trappd under harsh waves and can't reach the surface. you feel as if no one likes you & you're a burden to everyone and everything.

but i can promise you, that's not likely the case <3.

this old truck mentor may be very dear to your mum & that's why shes introduing you to him- because you're dear to her as well. and your friend? maybe something came up or they suddenly feel really low & down and don't want to burden you, so instead they chancge their plans to protect you <3.

you're not a burden, you're fine, okay? <3.

and if you ever get lonely, we're all here! you have a community here that loves & cares for you! how amazing is that? i bet your mum or friend don't have that much support.

you've got this sweetpea, i believe in you! <3

big hugs <3

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