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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year ago

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Yall know that tiktok sound that goes “My life is the crown, and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another. I’m sorry I looked at Mrs Riley and lightly grazed her left tit.” That’s literally me writing thoughts/ descriptive paragraphs vs writing dialogue. Anyways lol. Not Proofread so excuse typos and gramatical errors, excuse If Miguel is ooc.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, using of cannabis, mentions of throwing up (like nothing serious, but thought I’d mention it.) Miguel being a jerk, (Y/N) being a jealous jealous jealous girrrrl (read that I’m your head like in the unreleased Lana del ray song.)

Word count: 1.3k

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Chapter 10: Do I wanna know, if this feelin’ flows both ways?

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“What a fucking asshole!” You hissed under your breath.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored him for 3 weeks.” Kate snickered as she playfully hit your shoulder, you just shot her a small glare, causing her smile to widen.

“Not funny.” You huffed, tone still quiet, crossing your arms on the dining hall table, and resting your head in your arms.

“Aww, poor (Y/N)..” Logan jokingly cooed, as he began to rub your shoulder from where he sat next to you.

From the other side of the uni’s dining hall, sat Miguel with some of his teammates from the hockey team, which wasn’t what upset you. What did upset you was what he had sitting in his lap, or rather, who. On Miguel’s lap, sat some cute blonde from your English class, she was a pretty little thing for sure, you couldn’t deny that, and even though you knew you had no right to feel the tightness building in your chest, had no right to feel your whole body get hot all over like you could combust into flames at any moment, didn’t mean you didn’t still feel it.

You wanted to find yourself disliking her for something that wasn’t her fault, maybe in an attempt to make yourself feel better about the situation, give yourself a reason to shift the blame onto something, or rather someone else. But despite your best efforts, you know you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike her, you didn’t even know her name, and the thought of hating another girl because of a man? You couldn’t. And much less the man being Miguel??? No way.

You let out a sigh and slowly lifted your head up and took a bite of your food in front of you, trying to zone in onto the conversation that Kate and Logan were having, but you could only do so for a few seconds at a at most. Finding your eyes drifting to Miguel’s table from time to time, a glimpse of him wrapping his arms around her waist here, a peak of him lightly kissing her neck there, it made you feel sick to your stomach. Wanting to make you puke the half of your sandwich you’ve eaten. Your lucky you were too far to hear the girl’s giggling or Miguel whispers in her ear, you felt like if you could have hear them as well as see, you’d have to leave the building in order to keep yourself from getting too-

“Jealous?” Logan’s word’s snapped you out of your thoughts, you let out a hum as you turned to face him, seeing the knowing smirk on his face. “He’s probably trying to just make you jealous.” He shrugged, but Kate’s face scrunched up in disagreement.

“Or maybe he got tired of you ignoring him and he moved on.” Kate said, popping a fry in her mouth. Logan gave her a questionable look, one that almost looked like he was asking her “you seriously think that?”.

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I’m already too busy this month to think about some hockey player.” You spat out last words that came of your mouth like they were poisonous, and although Logan agreed with your hatred for hockey players, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at your dramatics.

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“I’ll see you later honey~”

Miguel had to stop himself from cringing, as he opened the girls car door for him, “you too.” He mumbled back with a half-ass smile, as she got in, before he closed her car door and she drove off. “Finally…” he sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

Maybe Miguel shouldn’t have picked a girl that was so clingy to try and make (Y/N) Jealous, but it’s too late now since you’ve already seen him with her around campus, so there was no going back. Okay, that’s a lie, he could totally dump her, but he was too stubborn. He’s thought about it, but then he’d think about how it would make that pretty little face of yours scrunch together in annoyance whenever he’d kiss the blonde on her neck, or how you’d not-so-obviously be glaring at him from across a room whenever he’d rest his hands on the girl’s hips. What was the girl’s name again? He’s been seeing her for a week and he still can’t remember, he should have written it down on a sticky note or something.

I mean he really didn’t care about her, all he cared about was you. He knew he was being a major A-hole, but in all fairness, when wasn’t he?

Once Miguel reaches his dorm, he opens the door to find Peter laying on the floor, a blunt between his lips, and the room covered in smoke, the pungent smell of Cannabis filling the small cramped room despite the window being open and the two lit candles on the nightstand. Miguel quickly steps into the room and closes the door behind him, before fixing the towel Peter had pushed up against the crack between the floor and the edge of the door, to prevent too much of the smell from leaking out.

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” Peter asked as he took a long drag from the blunt, his bloodshot eyes slowly wandered over to meet Miguel’s. Miguel didn’t need to ask Peter about what he was referring to. Miguel opted to stay silent instead, kicking his shoes off and placing them next to the door, before walking over to sit on the floor, leaning against his bed as Peter sat up and took the joint from between his lips into his hand and offered it Miguel would gladly accept it.

Taking a deep inhale, he felt the smoke fill his lungs as they felt like they were being lit a flame, being a hand up to his chest to help soothe the temporary burning sensation as he coughs a bit, puffs of smoke leaving his chapped lips, before he instinctively licked them. After a few more moments of silence that felt longer than it should have, Peter spoke up again.

“You both are acting like a bunch of middle schoolers.” He stated as he took the blunt back from Miguel.

“You don’t know what your talking about, your fucking high Parker. Literally.” Miguel shook his head as he sat back more against his bed, feeling the effects of the joint already start to take effect on his body.

“I don’t need to be sober to see that both of you are into each other, but both of you are too stubborn to say anything.” Peter deadpans.

“Can’t we have this conversation when we aren’t getting stone?”

“If we didn’t you would get too angry.”

Miguel let out a huff, knowing Peter wasn’t wrong. He took the blunt from Peter’s hand and took another hit. If he was gonna have have this conversation right now, he needed to be really fucking high.

“Miguel, as your best friend, and your dorm mate,” Peter places a hand on Miguel’s shoulder, “I want to tell you this in the most honest but respectful way, okay?” Peter raised a brow as he waited for some sort of response from Miguel, which he got in the form of a head nob. “You’re being a fucking idiot. Stop acting like a high school fuck boy that plays mind games and just talk to her. I get you don’t believe in ‘talking about feelings’ or whatever. But you can’t just mess with her and expect shit to sort itself out.” Miguel looked at Peter with a confused look, wondering we’re all of this sudden wisdom came from, maybe it was the wee- “wanna order McDonald’s?” Peter asked with a shit-eating grin, causing Miguel to let out a heavy sigh. That’s the Peter he knows.

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berylcups · 3 months ago

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Ignorance is Bliss - DIO X fleshbudded!Reader

-Dio Drabbles-

CW: Manipulation, brainwashing, blood, social conditioning, yandere, religious beliefs and themes, dubcon (mentioned), loss of virginity (mentioned)

Notes: plz heed the content warnings‼️ there’s nothing lewd or gruesome but it’s dark. Also low quality. This is just some drabbles I scraped out of my goog doc. I thought I’d give yall something while I work on my requests. This is just some Dio dialogue practice/ some beryl cups back story made Y/N-fied. I hope you enjoy regardless! 💜 Beryl

“I regret to inform you that they are dropping like flies.” You lamented.

“Hmm? Y/N you look concerned. Are you worried for me?” He gently teased.

“Uh—no. Of course not my lord. It’s just…these hit men are not incompetent idiots. These were carefully selected by Gran. I think that Joestar is more troublesome than what we were led to believe.”

“I see… so you believe we are underestimating them.” He clarified. “What do you think we should do about that?” He smirked expecting you to fumble over your answer.

“Allow me to go after them my lord. With my stand <minor arcane>, I can easily catch them off guard and—“

He lifted his hand to stop you and sighed.

“Let Y/N out of the mansion and out of my sight? Absolutely not.” He flatly refused. “ I love that you are willing to risk your life for me but you belong here in the mansion with the others taking out the curious interlopers.”

“I understand my lord…”you bowed your head in shame for even attempting an idiotic dangerous idea like that. “But, at least allow me to warn the Glory Gods not to take things so lightly.”

“You may do just that.” He replied with a chuckle. This caught you off guard seeing him in such a good mood. He’s typically difficult to read. “You worry far too much little Y/N. But it’s very endearing.”

“O-oh! T-thank you lord Dio. I just want to ensure that your goals are fulfilled… is there anything else I can do for you before I take my leave?” You stuttered.

“Hmm…”he looked deep in thought and then sat up on his bed and gave his typical sinister smile. “Stay here for a while. I want to pick your brain a bit.”

“What do you think it means to live Y/N?”

“Physically, living is an illusion. The moment you take your first breath in this miserable world you are already dying. To live in a philosophical sense is to be to without burden.”

“Without burden you say? Care to elaborate?” He probed.

“To truly live-you must live your life without any burden. You shouldn’t feel any guilt, pain, fear, jealousy, or hatred. To truly live is to reach the state of unapologetic bliss. That’s what living means to me at least.” You answered without hesitation.

“How interesting, you sound so confident in your answer. I like that. So living is a feeling to you…Are you truly living then Y/N?” He gently inquired further.

“In all honesty my lord, no. No, I am not living. I am plagued by intense anxiety. So much that I can’t contain food in my stomach at times. I cry at night and want to go home but I don’t belong there like I do with you. I have no connection to my country yet I somehow yearn to go back. I feel like I’m a hostage inside my own body.” You lamented.

“Y/N is having anxiety attacks…their body is still trying to fight off the fleshbud. I’m not letting them out of my sight until it’s 100 percent mature. This is my first permanent bud so it’s growing very slowly. I have to be patient but I’m getting aggravated.” He noted internally. “I suppose I’ll have to ease them myself or have Vanilla or D’arby drug them.”

“I see…let me know the next time you feel that way so I can cure you. I want you to know you are in no greater place than here in my mansion. You don’t need your old country or your family. They will just hold you back. Understand?” He insisted.

“Yes my lord.” You agreed.

“Tell me Y/N…I have another question for you: Do you believe in heaven?”

“I do my lord . They say energy never dies and needs somewhere to go. I believe that’s where our energy goes.” You answered.

“Interesting… if there’s a heaven for good there must be hell for the sinful. So what do you think: Am I worthy of heaven?” He asked with a smile. He knew you’d either be blatantly lying to his face or be brave enough to tell him the harsh truth.

“I’m afraid not my lord. You live a hedonistic lifestyle, yet you worked tooth and nail for it. You gave away your own humanity for immortality. To be worthy of heaven you must believe in God and serve him regardless of which Abrahamic religion you follow. Do good deeds and not live selfishly. Abstain from worldly pleasures… I am not worthy either also living sinfully”

“Oh ho. You think I’m not worthy and hedonistic Y/N? You’re breaking my heart.” He teased.

“It’s not my opinion of you my lord but the opinion of the holy book. You are the pinnacle of my life.”

“I jest my precious Y/N.” He cooed. “I’m curious though… would there ever be a way to overcome that challenge?”

“I’m not sure… Lucifer tried and failed miserably. I’m afraid I’m of no use to you here.” You frowned rubbing your chin thinking deeply of any possible loopholes in the book.

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss yourself dear. This is an age old question that man has been asking for since it’s existence. I have someone who’s an expert on religion that may be able to answer that question.”

“My lord… if it’s not too bold of me, may I ask you a question?” You politely requested.

“Go on.”

“You lived a very long time and have made many memories and experiences… do you ever get bored? Or worry you will eventually become bored?” You wondered.

“Bored? Hmm… That’s a good question. I suppose some things might become dull. Let’s say hobbies are books. I read many books as you know. If you read the same one over and above of course it becomes boring. But if you have a library of books to read and read each one until you read them all then decide to reread your favorite, it would be much harder to become bored. And as time goes on, the library gets bigger—if you have an open mind. Do you understand my dear?” He clarified.

“Yes my lord. You helped me understand perfectly. But…hmm.” You had more to ask but didn’t want to be greedy and ask for more than you were given.

“Go on, you’re free to ask me anything you please my curious Y/N.” He coaxed.

“Well, some tasks have to become mundane at this point. Haven’t they? Sleeping with your prey and consuming them?” You wondered.

“Oh no. Quite the contrary. I feel pure ecstasy each time I wring the life out of them like a wet rag.” He openly asserted.

“Do you remember them all?”

“Oh I remember being asked a similar question over 100 years ago… But I’ll give you something to think about as well: Do you remember every bread you ate?” He playfully quipped.

“Gasp. I suppose that is an idiotic question. Forgive me my lord.”

“No need to fret. It’s natural to assume that you would remember every good memory. But those tend to be the ones we forget the first and the traumatic the last. But there are quite a few lives I taken that I remember vividly and fondly. ”

“I understand…” you murmured as you focused your gaze on the fresh body on the floor.

“You say it’s a euphoric feeling to take their life. But how does it exactly feel?”

“Hmm…well…you see… well my dear, It seems I am at a loss for words. It’s truly a feeling like no other. The only way for me to express it to you is by taking some of your life .”

“My sweet Y/N, you are loyal to me, yes? Would you be willing to sacrifice some blood to me so I can fully share with you how I feel when I feed?”

The thought of feeling your blood pouring out of your body made you feel a sense of dread. Yet… the feeling was quickly overridden by the fleshbud and your anxiety melted away leaving you feeling fixated on him and willing to do anything he wanted. It was an intense burst of oxytocin manipulated by the bud.

“Yes of course my lord. Take whatever you want from me. I will do anything for you.”

You sat in between in legs on the bed. He brushed your hair to the side to expose the left side of your neck. You felt his ice cold lips on your neck as he gently kissed right on the carotid artery.

“I can already smell your blood. You smell so sweet. I bet you will taste as lovely as you smell …” he purred into your ear making you lightly pant.

“Is this arousing to you my darling Y/N? You seem so much more relaxed this time. When I first stole your innocence you were so sweet crying out to me and trembling in confusion. You didn’t know what to do with yourself when I brought you to your first climax.” He sighed contentedly thinking fondly of how he fully manipulated you. “ You were so pure and so innocent… I’m proud to say I ruined it for you .” He rested his free hand on your plush inner thigh as held you back tightly to his chest.

He gave no warning as he bit down harshly, breaking the skin. A wave of intense pain caused you to choke briefly. It felt like hot needles stabbing your throat but the pain waned to a dull sore throb as he removed his fangs and drank your life’s essence. It was painful but it felt pleasant as well. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your body felt cool with a burst of goosebumps all over.You fixated your sight on the melting candlestick, your vision was becoming darker and blurry. The Victorian style furniture illuminated by warm glow of the candles lost their details becoming indescribable orbs and splotches of color. The more the blood left your body the faster your breathing became. You moaned softly to let him know you were on the edge of life and death.

“You tasted as sweet as I thought you would be. You are like a dessert wine that even lowlifes can enjoy. But you’re so loyal, you’d never let anyone else have you right?” He coaxed.

He soothed the dull ache and anxiety by rubbing small circles inside your right thigh and held you tighter. He kissed the wound firmly to ensure that it clots and stops the bleeding.

“That was…inten-se oh I feel dizzy,” you murmured weakly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from nearly having every single drop of blood taken from you.

“Lay down with me. I’ll make sure you won’t fall over as you regain your strength.” He pulled you to the middle of the bed and laid you back next to him.

“Why did you spare me? You could have easily taken my life lord Dio.”

“Because of the conversations we have. You never cease to intrigue and amuse me. Unlike my other minions, you tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear. Your honesty is greatly valued.”

“Also…I have much greater self control when I take blood from the mouth instead of the fingers. It’s a more intimate experience, isn’t it Y/N?” He crooned, as he gently kissed the neck wound. Hearing his melodic voice and feeling his gentle kiss made you tear up feeling pure happiness. Bonding with him this closely made you feel so loved and so special.

“I always enjoy our talks dear Y/N. You have something interesting to say every time.” He spoke affectionately, brushing your hair aside with his fingers. His nails lightly scratched your scalp sending another wave of goosebumps over your body.

“Me too my lord. Yawn… I could pass out right now…” you mumbled weakly.

“It’s alright. Just close your eyes and drift off. You’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed. I’ll be right here…watching over you.” He caressed your cheek as you dozed off.

You felt yourself fall into a deep sleep. You had nonsensical whimsical dreams. Dreams of flower fields and bright blue skies, the sun and moon were both occupying the sky. You were just laying in a bed of flowers staring up at the soft puffy clouds drifting by. Unknown to you the flowers were covering up the catacombs of an endless maze of skulls and bones. You were living blissfully in ignorance.

You are now living a life free of burden. Do you care if it’s genuine or not? Is it worth it? Ignorance is bliss.

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pushingdaisies1 · 2 years ago

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≡ ✧ ᴍʏ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ୧

{ꕤ} Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf x (gender-neutral!!) reader {ꕤ} Summary: At a point in Molly's existence, he knew barely anything about his life before becoming a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. When Gustav found him, the only words he spoke were "empty" repeatedly. As Molly became more cohesive and gained a sense of knowing, the two of you grew a friendship. A friendship of shitty but harmless snipes at one another and helping him with embracing life to the fullest. He only really saw you as a friend, a close companion if you will with how much you were always by his side. But at a particular tavern in a certain town your traveling act was planning to perform in, a few thoughts went 'out the window' that night. {ꕤ} Authors Note: This is part two to the "Fjord, Essek, Caleb, and Mollymauk realizing they're in love with reader" headcanons! If you would like to read part one to get some context, you can click here for funsies!! For some bits of dialogue, I used numbers .3 and .18 from there respective writing prompt lists. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy this final part, it's been marinating in my brain for a bit and I wanted to finally execute it for yall꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱

{ꕤ} Content Warnings (CWS): Only somewhat proofread so beware haha. Other than that none at all! If I though should add any, please let me know in the comments. Besides that - let us begin!!

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・ At first all he knew was the earth under him. Wandering around aimlessly through the forest, only taking in his surroundings from beyond his resting place. This was all odd.. everything felt weird. He was... alive? But he felt alive? But now he was actually feeling the grass beneath his feet and the sound of the wind ringing in his ears. It was all a little odd.

・ The trajectory of his life immediately changed when he stumbled upon a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. She was a young girl by the name of Toya. Seemingly as well stumbled upon you, though he couldn't recall your face. You were only but one of the kind members of the performance group that gave him an actual home.

・ Only thing coming from him was that same word, empty empty empty. Nothing else at all - which was definitely a strange sight to see in the middle of the woods. But hey, strange is always a fun thing to dive head-first into. To be clear, Mollymauk was nothing from regular. That's what definitely drew you two to each other.

・ Time passed on and now Mollymauk had a semblance of family. Gustav and the other members basically gave him a home, and he gained a couple good friends from his little group of performers... you in particular. As soon as Molly got to actually talking gaining that signature peacock charm, you were by his side for the long haul.

・ Every performance stop, every night under the stars he always had you. You were never one as well for any boredom, so at every stop your crew made you always indulged him in his card readings. They may be a little bit bullshitted but hey, fun is fun even if your lying just a teensy tiny bit. ・ It never even stopped there, you two were always just ones for some ripe fun in your words. Somehow some way you two were always causing some sort of meaningless trouble. Truly it's what brought the both of you together in more ways than one. One night a pit stop at a certain town for your Traveling Carnivals performance would permanently change your relationship in some small ways. Though it was merely impacted with a fun little surprise. ・ Being it a couple days before the traveling acts show, you and Molly decided to hit the local taverns. You two weren't really the ones for setting up, though you helped in some ways to benefit the others in the prep process. What ensued was a night of laughs, playful trickster fun, and some drinks to go with it.

・ Turning a once-dead aired Tavern into a lively space was definitely an interesting evening. Surprisingly you two got the bars musicians playing and everything just spiraled into chaotic madness. Drinks were guzzled down and people were drunkenly swinging themselves around in a dancing fashion. It was a great way to enjoy the night. ・ Molly was starting to get a little bit on the more buzzed side. He was really enjoying himself, especially with your presence in the atmosphere. Clearly, this night dragged something out of you, as you were more lively than normal. It made him genuinely smile as you swayed around with your tankards in grasp, singing along with some other bar mates. ・ Even if he was normally one for loud and abrasive shows of charismatic whit, tonight he just wanted to let this all sink in. As he took a longer sip of the pure whiskey he was downing, some small but peculiar thoughts started to sprout in his mind. Everything started to feel lighter and his eyes softened as he watched you dance around like a complete idiot (affectionately by all means.) ・ He was never really knowledgeful about the feeling of love. That pure, bubbly feeling would spring into someone's chest at any instance. But this was definitely something similar. His lip curled up into a grin as he heard your voice cracking with the more scream-belting.

・ Something about you was so real, so current that it would make the tips of his fingers buzz like crazy. Was this love? , what was this... with you? His chest started to basically collapse in on himself as his mind raced in panic but one of more excitement. Spanning from thoughts of if you would start to isolate yourself away from him or if you felt those same feelings as him. ・ Those were all cut off as you approached him, your cheeks definitely having a warm sort of vibe to them. You plopped down your tankard beside him at the booth you both reserved as you extended a hand out to him, an invitation if you think about it. Before he could utter one single word you then again cut him off by basically pushing it out into the open. "Dance with me, Molly? If you need help I can..-" You looked him up and down with a wink. "Teach you if I must~"

・ His grin widened as you extended a verbal invitation for some fun, which he happily accepted. "Of course sweetheart, I don't think there will be any teaching needed for how you're going on about this." He gives you that same wink and a devious smirk back to you and you can't help but chuckle as you drag him onto the main area of the tavern with all the commotion.

・ You two just spend a bit enjoying each other's company. Swaying with one another as the ... sort of good music played with you both. But the two of you didn't really care at all, collectively just taking in this moment in its subtle beauty. ・ Arms are flung around with slurred - trying to harmonize speech, other tavern guests may or may not be getting smacked in the face by you or Molly. At that point as the night went on though there were no cares in the world. It was a genuinely eventful time even if it was with a couple strangers.

・ The band started to play a new song as yours and Molly's faces inch closer. Be it the alcohol that was tremendously consumed or the conflicting feelings about the celebration of sorts, your lips collided with his in a moment of pure adrenaline. It was nothing of eloquence but it got you both giggling like a bunch of fools. ・ As you two move your heads back from the not-so-proper smooch, Molly took a visible pause. His body was still moving with the playing of the instruments but his eyes said a different story. The realization of what just happened slowly started to kick in at that exact moment.

"Did not expect that..." He says taking a breath of air almost as if he was weakened in the slightest. Definitely was though in the knees with this overt gesture. "Where did you learn that?" He finished off his words as his signature devilish look appeared once again, which couldn't stop you from letting out a string of airy chuckles.

"Someone like myself never tells our best useable secrets, but if you care to continue this dance I might just spoiler it." You say with a click of your tongue and a raise of the brow. This night was only getting oh-so-good.

・ He chuckled and you two continued, nodding and placing a hand on your lower back as a sign of agreement. You two carried on until it was near early morning, the both of you hobbling your way back to the setting up of tents and brainstorming.

・ Would Molly ever forget this night? Oh of course he fucking wouldn't, it was awesome! His heart was beating like a hummingbird and he felt almost lighter than before once again. You were the best thing to pop into his somewhat new life and he couldn't be ever more grateful for a gift such as yourself.

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whatisthismandoinghere · 2 years ago

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So I’ve watched a good chunk of seasons 3 and 4 of Laramie as well as a few from season 1 and I am now gonna make it all yall’s problem and bless you with my commentary and clips from each episode, enjoy I guess 😂

Without further ado, S1.EP1 Stage Stop

Not the outlaw being upset they spelled his name wrong in the newspaper 😂

Jess’s introduction to Laramie was absolutely terrible, poor guy just got shot at. Absolutely love how he just ignored the lawman when he was told to stop though, a very Jess thing to do 🤣

Jess and Slim’s first meeting is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Let’s take a look at it, shall we?

I mean the first shot alone where they show the sign “Sherman Ranch, No Trespassing” and then cut to Jess just lounging around like he owns the place 😂

And the dialogue:

Slim: What’re you doing here?

Jess: Gettin’ a crick in my back!

Plus this gem:

Jess: I had 3 or 4 swallows out of your private stream. My horse helped himself too, so you just figure out what I owe you, and I’ll be on my way. Oh, and uh, I looked at a bird flying over. Will there be a charge for that?

Look Jess I love you so much but who gave you the right to be so freaking sassy 😂 (we adore him for it though) but Slim had valid concerns, I see both sides of the situation here. I mean Jess, you should’ve read the sign, and I can see why Slim is wary of strangers, but I too would be ticked off if someone just showed up and was holding me at gunpoint

Not Jess just sending Slim flying 😂 boy don’t mess around

Overall I think this first meeting went really well you guys

Andy is so flipping adorable and I would die for him, the way he just gets along so well with Jess right off the bat 😭 10x funnier that he’s Slim’s brother though 🤣

Look at the racoon! And the way Andy washed his food for him 🥺 it's so cute how this little gesture shows how much he knows about animals and how much he cares for them

When Jess dozed off and Andy came in and startled him and he just whipped around with his gun and when he realized it was Andy and he was so apologetic 😭 but just gets me thinking about Jess being a loner and a drifter and being so used to looking out for himself yet still being so compassionate to this kid he just met. He’s so good with kids and I think it’s just darling seeing him interact with Andy and later on Mike.

Ugh I’m having so many Thoughts on Jess’s childhood, of course they are of the angsty variety, all prompted by these lines of dialogue (putting them in different colors so it's easier to differentiate between them):

Andy: Jess, how old were you when you first went out on your own?

Jess: Can’t hardly remember when I wasn’t on my own, like Jeremiah here and Sam. Only I didn’t find a soft touch like you. Maybe I didn’t want one.

Andy: Do you like it better alone?

Jess: It just worked out that way.

Andy: Don’t you get lonely sometimes?

Jess: You get used to it.

As if these lines weren't heart breaking enough, Jess's tone of voice and facial expressions just really added to it. Yes there will be fics in the future no I do not need more wips

Jess had a fractured skull you say?? *adds to list of details to keep in mind for later*

Look at them playing cards together <3 yes I totally get that Andy's complete and total willingness to trust anyone who comes along is a bit concerning but it's also so sweet and I just love how he interacts with Jess

The way Andy was just working up the courage to ask Jess to take him with him and Jess being so gentle and telling him maybe when he’s older their relationship is everything you guys 😭

I know at times Slim seems a little harsh on Andy but he really just wants the best for him and it’s sweet.

Love how Jonesy just deescalates the situation so smoothly and just calmly drags Slim away 😂

I’ve noticed that Jess gets called saddle tramp an awful lot so I’m starting a running count, we are currently at 1

Jonesy saying Slim is just a kid is just… it’s kinda funny but at the same time - how do I want to explain this? - like Slim is out here saying Andy needs to get things figured out, needs to become a better judge of character, and then Jonesy is just like “you’re figuring things out too pally. you’re responsible for your kid brother now and you still got some things to learn” You can see that Jonesy knows Slim really well and I love their dynamic

Jess was so ready to end Slim right then and there 😂 what can I say, I like my men violent 🤣 seriously tho the fact that Jess and Slim were just constantly beating each other up throughout this entire episode before they decided to try running a ranch together is the funniest thing

Everything about Bud Carlin irritates me, the way he speaks, the way he moves, his whole demeanor, I just hate it 😂

When Carlin’s asking about how long it takes the stage to get there once it’s in sight and Jonesy’s just out here throwing in a bunch of random circumstances to avoid answering 🤣 and then Carlin gets so irritated that he decides to ask Jess instead lol but Andy just immediately telling him what he wants to know so Jess doesn’t get hurt 😭 bless his little heart AND JONESY REACHING HIS ARM OUT TO GRAB THE GUY WHEN HE WENT TO PUNCH JESS Jonesy's a real one

When Jess and Andy are out in the barn shoeing the horse and Andy tries to grab a rifle and Jess stops him cuz he didn’t want him to get hurt 😭

Oh when Carlin makes Jess punch Slim in the face… like we know they were about to go at it when he walked in but now Jess is like no way, the friendship is progressing you guys, and poor Slim was just like "do it", somebody get this poor man some ice and an ibuprofen

But as soon as Carlin makes Jess hit Slim that third time he turned on Carlin so fast

Andy’s voice was almost breaking when he saw Slim laying on the ground and he was trying to wake him up and it almost broke me 😭

The way they all go to check on Slim as soon as the guy leaves the room 🥺

Andy was just begging Jess to go with Slim so that he’d have some help and Jess wouldn’t go and then Andy has tears in his eyes and says “No wonder you travel alone, who’d wanna team up with a saddle tramp like you?” nooooooo 😭 I really act like I’ve never seen this episode before also Jess saddle tramp count is now at 2

They really just threw that guy out of the stagecoach, that wasn’t very nice

JESS CAME BACK yes I already knew this would happen, hush your timing is impeccable pally

Look at these idiots (affectionate) 😂

Alright I'm gonna write out this scene for you because Reasons (once again in color so it's easier to differentiate):

Pete: I’m hurt bad, Jess. Don’t shoot.

Jess: I was hurt bad too. And it wasn’t just the money Pete.

Pete: I didn’t take it Jess. I swear I didn’t

*Pete proceeds to grab for his gun and Jess shoots him again, sending him flying off the cliff*

So satisfying yall also that dialogue though, I sense another fic in the future

Not the fanning of the guns, ugh I hate when they do that and Jess does it all the time

I love how Jess just puts his gun away and lets Slim deal with Carlin on his own, the way he just saunters over while they’re fist fighting and the way they replay the bit Carlin pulled on them when he made Jess hit Slim, sheer perfection 🤣

Aw Andy was so excited to see Jess and Slim back safely 🥺

Friendship has been established pallies, that is what we call ✨character development✨

Also if you haven’t noticed I’m a tad bit obsessed with Jess ok maybe more than a tad so here’s some bonus gifs of him being sassy 😂❤️

#yes i'm aware i talk way too much #it will happen again #laramie #episode analysis #stage stop #jess harper #slim sherman

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enniewritesathing · 2 years ago

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I just looked at the poll result (that button was for me really) and uhm.

(i guess spoilers for the result under the cut and also cut to spare yall w/e I’m gonna say)

out of 20 (it was 20 bc i voted, but it’s 19... rounding it up is easier because i can’t do math woth shit lol)

no one voted for any of my early stuff. which, valid I guess because I was absolutely horrendous on formatting it -- not even ‘script’ style. lots of blanks in between shots. the only reason I didn’t go back an edit it is because I guess I wanted to keep it as a progress thing. Started from here, now I’m here, etc. That said, I can probably see someone skipping over them completely bc of that. (or maybe I’m just projecting a little bit idk). On the other hand, idk John fighting a literal demon?? how can you not vote for that lol

5 voted for The Werewolf 4 for The Incident (which I am surprised because that story as a whole has the least amount of notes... granted the CWs and subject matter(s)-- and it’s the only story I have that doesn’t have any sort of dialogue. Kind of a fill in the blank sort of deal. 1 each for the proposal and country side, 2 for multiple/other, 4 haven’t read any/or didnt like anything in particular, and 2 (minus me) wanted to see results.

I’m trying to think of a takeway here. I was shocked that I got 19 votes and usually when I poll things, the turn out is very low for the amount of followers that I have (that’s if they did it bc obviously anyone can vote). Let me put it this way, only 2.5% voted. (I think.) idk how many are actually active, lurking, or abandoned.

as a story teller (on/off), it’s... hm. I don’t know what to feel about it. I got ideas and half the time, I go through with it because I think it’s interesting. (that and putting the boys in A Situation is fun). but I also think they’re just niche (or I should say it’s not aesthetic enough with reshade and whathaveyou and I gave my thoughts in the post via tags; it’s not that far back).

It’s pretty rare i get a message about any of it and I guess the lack of feedback/comments is getting to me (or even rarer, an ask that’s a follow up question to what i posted). like yes, I want to talk about things!! future things! speculation even. anon’s on! links have the posts in chronological order! everything’s finished! i put nav links in each story post so in the off chance someone rb’s it, you can start from the beginning!

maybe it’s because of how i do things that work for me. parts are long. there’s a fair amount of reading. it’s in script (storyboard?) format. i’ve tried being short with things but it never plays out. i even went textless once -- what you see is what you get. it’s like ‘oh, i’m not reading all of that’. i have a sneaking suspicion that’s why. it’s too long. no words on pics. or maybe it’s not interesting. (visually or otherwise)

it feels like this when I’m RBing my own work

it feels bad, yall!! it’s like im begging and that sucks. sometimes I ask, why do I bother. why do I bother with tags, why do i bother with anything. rarely a story post will leave here. like, is it not worthy of like ‘hey check out this cool thing’ (or a rec list of sort? does anyone still do that?)

. . .

on the other hand, i don’t think there’s a takeaway here and i’m really way too much into this and hurt my own feelings. (ofc 🙄) it is what it is and I should just let this go and go to sleep it’s 330 in the morning

#vent #maybe? idk #i'm not fishing for anything #or im throwing a pity party i have no idea what im doing here #im upset towards myself because its like why the fuck am i like this #i really shouldnt be #maybe i care *too* much #dropping this in the dead of night like i normally do #i'm scaring the hoes (positive) away #witht his dumb brain of mine #dl

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dearunreliablenarrator · 4 months ago

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but i guess the real question is how did that change impact the people?

i mean, as someone who really likes routine, i can imagine how big of a difference it was to turn on the television to the show you watch after work for 5 or more years ( whichever lasts longest, the show or the job) be updated and graded to a higher quality than before. like if people needed glasses then, then they really needed them now.

but i wonder how people took it? were some of them happy that something they love finally got the support to be greater and the others distressed at the removal of a layer of nostalgia that was a key factor in the…what’s the word?

dressing? like setting not the condiment(is dressing a condiment)

theme? or aesthetics?

sure they could pop a filter on to gave back that grainy and old siena brown fade but they can only do so much. i guess you’d rather be better off buying big ole block tv that cats used to be lay on (i just know samson would love that), but who knows how many adapters would be needed in order to not blow a fuse?

would it be worth it to go through all that trouble for a little bit a comfort?

i mean, i’m sure after a while you’d adjust to the quality difference but it’s just something significant to the routine that i just wouldn’t be able to do it.

i’d have to find a new show! or

just rewatch the seasons for days ends!

then nothings changed, i’m stuck in the same cycle of episodes, dialogue, and songs. but at least im comfortable…but then there’s this lingering nag of me missing out on some great stuff.

like what if J and B get married for real after faking it for a season?

or if A becomes that hospital administrator with a background in forensic science?

and does T truly become a man and conquers his fear of bookish rainbows?

but i can’t! it’d ruin the memory i have of the show, the grainy white static running across the screen and random audio skips.

and the intro! what if they get rid of it? or worse change it completely?

i can’t yall!

i mean i can, but i wont! i can’t get myself to do it.

maybe i should ask sabryna to watch it with me? she’s never seen it and the one time we tried, she fell asleep halfway through the third episode.

rude, right?

but i believed i’ve rambled on enough in this thing to realize that i really just hate change? granted, everything changes at some point.

fast or slow

small or large

fairly or unfairly

when wanted or delayed

good or bad

but god i just wish it didn’t…

i guess that’s why they say take it one day at a time. but a day can be long, i mean that’s a whole 24 hours! why can’t i take it a second or a minute at a time?

maybe an hour? 30 minutes? 30 seconds? 3 nanoseconds?

time will pass anyways, whether i’m watching or not. so i guess i should just take it as it comes and do my best huh?

i guess that it for today, see you next time maybe👋🏽

elaine b. [wtrb-SsN]

12 february’25

#interactive novel #audience #interactive fiction #commonplace book #commonplace journal #commonplace novel #wtrb #dearunreliablenarrator #writer #character thoughts #characterpov

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maycat-19-142 · 3 years ago

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The eternal finning out you married to Druig

Word: 567

⚠️:fem reader wrong dialogue kissing crying spoilers not in full detail

A/n: I wish this was true. You are an eternal of the wind and sky like thena you are call the name of a god Nephele of the Clouds

Hi I'm sorry this has been just sitting in my drafts since January haha...😬

Thank you to millennialfanfictionaddiction for helping me title this.

Outfits: one | two

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you heard that the eternals and reforming from the small TV in you home with druig. you had just ignored in because you had other things to do around the village.

You helped a family fix their home and this took longer that expected. you had just finished with the roof and you started to walk back to you home but you got stopped by an older woman that asked you for help with gathering barrys in the meadow. you and the woman walk in the meadow.

little did you know that the eterles were in the gathering hall in town square. they had found druig and asked to talk to him in private. "the deviants are back" Sersi told him "and ajak is dead" his eye went wide

"did not expect that did you" Ikarus asked

"yup" druig answered

"now we need Nephele" lkarus said

"yup but where is y/n at we can't find her anywhere" sersi told lkarus

"i know" druig said catching the others attention

"where is she"thena asked

"she is out helping" he replied vaguely "she will be here when she done with her tasks" then he got up and walked out the others followed and saw you walking with an older woman with a basket of berries that you are making flout.

"daring" you say as you hug druig

"how was helping fix the homes today" he asked you

"same old" you reply kissing him. the eterules jaws have dropped at the sight of you and druig

"hi can you please explain" kingo yelped

"oh hello" you said smiling you left druig's embrace and hugged Sersi and spirit. "What is up with you and druig" spirit asked

"We're married" druig said

"Married and no invitation" kingo yell again

"Yes it was 450 years ago now why are yall here" you said

"Ajak is dead" lkarus said from behind kingo

"What" you said wide eyed as you stated to cry. She was like you older sister. Druig wrapped his arms around you and held you for a little bit while you cried

You had finally calmed down enough to get though a full conversion with Sersi. Some kids ran up to you and they help your mood a lot but a deviant showed up and killed Gilgamesh and triggered thena

You had you round up the others so you left with you husband and family. you found makkair with phastos at the dome. plus you found out that phastos had a husband and son.

you spent time helping phastos with the cosmic wristbands the would channel all the eternals power to one eternal. it could work or tear them apart it was a flip of a coin or luck of the draw

you picked sersi after lauring that ikaris was on the opposite side. you and makkair looked for ikaris. you were in the air looking and feeling for wind changers his flying would trigger and makkair on the ground running and looking.

he finally showed up after sersi was out with druig on the ground looking. ikaris grabbed thena and threw her 45 feet back after she tried to attack him

sersi tried to keep his at bay but it was now uses. you couldn't do much because ikaris could fly. in the end ikaris gave in to the other eternals. he sent his power in to sersi who killed the Celestial Tiamut and stopped the Emergence.

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This has been in my drafts for months help. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #eternals #druig x reader #druig drabble #druig fluff #druig x y/n #angst to fluff #angst #druig fic #gn🌌#power #my hero academia #mha

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perles-infinite-fictional-love · 2 years ago

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A very strange child (8)

YALL THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SERIES?

In this episode, things get spooky.

Yes it's a HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

(soon i’ll add links to the previous chapters, maybe. i hope so)

< 7

It turns out that the cold of fall was the last push Mono needed to finally accept to stay inside my house most of the time.

Of course, I was extremely relieved that he managed to settle before the first snowfall. A tiny kid like him doesn't belong in the cold!

Even if he still wanted to go outside whenever the sky allowed it and often sneaked out the window, I felt a lot better knowing he was gonna come back inside when it’d get too cold.

However, staying inside brought out a whole new kind of quirks from him...

Mainly, he absolutely hated the TV. The first time I turned the TV on, he stood up in a flash ready to bolt, and stared at the screen intensely for a few minutes, a few times turning his glance to stare at me instead... before quietly leaving the room.

He couldn't say a word, even when I called his name or offered to turn the TV off... The TV put him in a total alert mode.

Yet oddly enough, his clear mistrust of TV never caused him to leave the house when I turned the TV on. Nope... Instead he just hid in an other room... And often peeked into the TV room to stare at me.

And never responding to anything I said.

I knew he was a strange child, but that was the creepiest thing he had ever done so far...

Because of that, I tried to watch TV as little as possible, but... If I wasn't working, or spending time with Mono, I didn't have much else to do other than watching TV... Being single living in an isolated area and all... So I tried to explore the issue with him during dinner...

"Mono, are you scared of TV?..."

He hesitated for just a few seconds, and nodded while stabbing his food with his fork.

"Why?" I asked.

"...The things... on the other side..."

"Oh... Well... You know, things in the TV aren't really real! Think if it like words in a book!... It's all just tiny lights making up pictures... pixels and static..."

He looked up at me after the word static, then back at his food.

"Things... hide... in the static..." He said...

I blinked, a little out of words for a moment.

"...Uh... What... kind of things?" I asked.

"...Don't know... But they hate me... They hate kids..."

"Aww, Mono... Nobody in this house hates you, you know?..."

"..." He mumbled something... I couldn't make out what.

"What was that?"

"..."

"...Well, anyway... I don't think there's anything in the TV, Mono... I watched TV for a very, very long time... I'm doing okay, see?"

He seemed to be paying attention to what I was saying, occasionally looking up at me a few times at me while he was eating...That should be a good sign.

"... And you know, i know some very funny cartoons I think you'd like!..."

"..." He remained silent.

"...Would you like to take a closer look at TV later?... I'll be right there just in case..."

"...Okay..." He replied like I had given him a chore.

Still, I smiled cheerfully. "You'll see, it'll be fun!"

He ignored me as he finished his food...

Later tonight, we reunited in the living room. I had picked the chillest kids movie I could find... The Peanuts Movie.

Mono looked at the TV, then up at me... and gave me a little nod.

So with his consent, I turned the TV on and played the movie.

Things were off to a good start... He seemed a bit tense, but he was carefully observing the TV...

Until I noticed... He wasn't paying attention to the movie at all. Absolutely no reaction to the visuals, the dialogue... Nothing.

Then all of a sudden, he started stepping closer to the screen. It was like... he was studying the screen itself, not what it was playing. Glancing at the top corners, glancing at the bottom corners... He had no interest in the movie whatsoever...

Eventually he was close enough to the screen to have ME concerned... It's like he wanted to be able to see each individual pixel...

Letting a kid be this close to TV probably wasn't good parenting.

"Uhh, Mono!... That's too close, buddy! Can you back up a little bit?..."

Instead, he raised a hand to the screen. He seemed to hesitate, then lightly touched the screen.

immediately, the screen flickered and buzzed, turning to wailing static for a brief moment.

Mono pulled away in fear instantly, and the movie turned back to normal.

But the strangest thing of all, as Mono pulled away in fear, I could have sworn his hand became fuzzy, and even... translucent.

Like... static.

But before I could process anything, Mono hurried to the outlet in a panic and pulled out all the plugs he could grab, successfully turning the TV off with violence.

"Mono!..." I frowned at him. "Mono, calm down...!" I said as I tried by best to keep a calming attitude.

"it's NOT safe!!" He yelled my way with a bitter voice, taking some steps away from me. I could see his heart was racing, I could hear his fast breathing...

"Mono, it was just-..." Actually, I didn't really have an explanation for what happened... A certain one anyway. "Static does that sometimes..." I said as if trying to convince myself.

"DON'T watch TV again!!" He yelled. Never before had he talked to me that way...

"Mono..."

"NO TV! PROMISE!"

What was I supposed to do? He was in such a panic, it seemed like making the promise was the only thing that could calm him down in this moment.

"...I promise, Mono. I promise... No TV..." I said, kneeling down for him.

He slowly relaxed... His shoulders lowered as his breathing slowed down... He then called my name and approached me. Looked like he has something very important to say. "Listen..."

"...Yeah...?" I watched him attentively.

He spoke very very slowly and carefully... He really wanted me to understand whatever it is he had to say. Even though he was really rusty when it came to talking, he tried his absolute best, to put every needed word he could together... "The things... on the other side... They saw me... they want us... If you watch TV now... They-... They will take you... and make you hurt... all kinds of hurt... They will hurt everyone... All kinds of hurt... "

I felt a shiver run down my spine... This child had dark corners in his mind... Whether it was his imagination or not...

Who am I kidding? This HAD to be his imagination... right?

"...Okay..." I replied.

He then added... "...I don't want... to hide again..."

I just... didn't know what to say... If only I understood him better. But even though he was becoming better with words, he was still so secretive and cryptic about his past, the events that drove a child to live a life of scavenging and hiding, like a rat....

I hesitantly offered him my hand.

He stared at me, but didn't show any sign of worry. Even lowered his head.

So I allowed myself to put a hand on his shoulder, and gave him a comforting rub. "Mono... I'd never hurt you. You know that, right?"

He seemed to appreciate the comfort, even slightly leaning into it. But he didn't answer.

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For the sake of trust, even if I thought Mono's TV fears were irrational, I decided to simply never use the TV again. For a long time anyway...

For days, I kept the plug pulled. It was fine, I could watch my shows on my phone during breaks at work... Plus, giving more attention to Mono when I was home didn't seem like a bad idea right now.

The TV was still in the living room, but it was now just a black mirror collecting dust.

Or at least, I thought it was...

Until that one night.

I was in the living room, collecting pieces of a jigsaw puzzle Mono and I attempted together in the late evening, when all of a sudden, the room became brightly lit in white, as static buzzed into my ears.

I turned to the TV, staring in confusion.

It was turned on, statics raging like a snowstorm.

But I could have sworn it wasn't even plugged?

I tried to turn my head to look at the outlet of the living room,

but I couldn't move my head.

Or I just... wouldn't move my head?

There was something wrong, in the static, yet so captivating.

I stepped closer, always staring... The more I stared, the more... fuzzy I was starting to feel...

I wanted to watch as long as it would take me to figure out what was this... thing that made me so captivated...

But then, without even hearing voices, it started speaking to me. It didn't need to say anything. I just knew what it wanted.

To have me give in.

To have my utmost attention.

To have me need it and only it.

To have nothing come between me and it.

Especially not children.

I suddenly had visions crawling into my mind. Each one of those visions holding twelve to a billion eyes just staring back at me.

But I didn't feel scared at all. I felt like my brain was getting fried by the light of the TV... and it was weirdly comforting.

The screen suddenly shattered, leaving me alone in the darkness and snapping me out of my trance with a single bang.

"Whu--... Wh-what!??...." Back to my senses, I was trying to process what just happened to me. Although I hadn't been scared while it was happening, It was like I somehow JUST noticed that whatever just happened was not normal. Nor was it comforting. At all.

I looked around in a panic and glanced behind me to spot Mono, with his hand raised towards the TV... His hand translucent and glowing, with fuzzy static-like particles. The best way I could describe the way that hand looked is... a malfunctioning hologram, somehow...

Of course, that glow faded as soon as he noticed I was looking at him.

It was like my glance caused a fight-or-flight response in him; he quickly took a few steps back, staring at me warily, tense and ready to run away... He was scared... of me? Why?...

"...Mono... w-wat happened?...." I tried to ask calmly, but I couldn’t hide how scared I was.

Hearing words come out of me seemed to calm Mono, almost like he just recognized me. He tilted his head a bit, observing me.

"..."

"...Mono, say something, please... What happened??..."

"...They were trying... to take you..." He finally said. "I... I made them stop..."

"...You... made them stop?..." I squinted in confusion.

Mono looked down at his hand as he lowered it.

"I won't let them have you..." He said.

I stared at him in disbelief for a moment, shocked by the insanity of the situation involving what felt like an eldritch entity, and my adopted child having unexplainable abilities...

“...But Mono... how-... what did you do??... With your hands??...”

He stared back. “...I don’t know...” He said, a little worriedly. “...Are you... mad?...”

“...No... I just... don’t understand...”

“...”

I probably wasn’t gonna get the explanation I want from Mono... Could I blame him? He was just a little kid... and kid that struggled to speak. I was getting light-headed, I didn’t have the strength to interrogate him for answers tonight... I awkwardly let out a "I’m... going to bed..." and slowly headed to my room.

Mono followed me, although I barely noticed.

I stayed up all night thinking about what happened, and keeping an eye on Mono, who ended up sleeping at the end of my bed. It was the first time he was doing this... and yet I was too shaken to overthink it. Even though I couldn’t comprehend what he did earlier, I was very grateful that he stayed close.

I knew very well that Mono was a strange child, but it seems I... severely underestimated just how strange he really was.

#LN2 #little nightmares 2 #LN2 mono #mono #a very strange child #LN2 fanfic #main character didn't sign up for this #but it's okay they'll continue to care and support Mono as best as they can obviously #cosmic horror #does that count as cosmic horror?#horror #little nightmares #found family #adopted mono #i hope the people who liked this series are still alive lol.

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azrielsiphons · 7 years ago

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Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same (ch. 2)

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This fic is meant to be read in connection with my Azriel-centric prequel stories. I would highly suggest reading those first to get the full reading experience of this fic.

Make sure to reblog and leave comments and fun tags! I hope you guys like this chapter, this should help you guys get a feel for how Lena has changed over all these centuries.

Enjoy!

“They never told you my name?” Her voice hadn’t sounded so weak in almost five centuries. Feyre shook her head. “It’s… it’s Lena. My name is Lena.”

Feyre continued to stare, but smiled softly. Lena couldn’t find it within her to return it.

She pulled up her hood in one smooth motion, hiding her face once again as Tamlin and Lucien burst into the room.

“Feyre,” Tamlin gasped. He flinched at the sight of Lena — or rather, at the sight of Hybern’s nameless, faceless weapon he had only heard of — but strode to Feyre all the same, taking her face in his hands and checking her up and down. “The guards came running, they said you shouted my name. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

Feyre could feel Lena roll her eyes from beneath her hood. Of course they would think the infamously powerful creature beneath the cloak was a man.

“Jurian is unconscious,” Lucien observed, his hand trembling slightly but hovering over his blade all the same as he stared at Lena. “You’re… him, then? The one the King sent?”

“He doesn’t speak, Lucien,” Tamlin snapped, continuing to check Feyre up and down.

“I’m fine, Tamlin.” Feyre pushed his hands away with just enough force. His eyes widened at her tone and she forced herself to play the part. “Jurian was… being facetious,” she said. “This man — or woman here, knocked him out. I was afraid so I called out for you and Lucien. But they didn’t touch me. Or speak to me. We just stood here.”

Tamlin growled, whirling on Lena. She only cocked her head to the side beneath her cloak.

“You will stay away from her,” he hissed. “You aren’t here for her, you’re here to keep an eye on him and the other two.” He jerked his head at Jurian on the ground. “You touch her, or even look at her or breathe near her, I will personally—”

Tamlin froze, his face turning red as Lena filled his lungs with night that knew no air. He made to lunge at her but his feet couldn’t leave the floor.

“What are you doing to him?” Lucien asked, paling. He pulled his sword but Lena only turned her head towards him lazily. “Let him go! Feyre.”

Feyre jumped, remembering the part she had to play. She had been so in awe at Lena’s powers — this really was Rhys’s sister. Only someone like him could do that to a High Lord and not even break a sweat.

“Please!” She cried out, rushing to Tamlin’s side. “Let him go, he didn’t mean anything by it, just let him go!”

Lena released Tamlin immediately at her High Lady’s words and Tamlin fell against Feyre, gasping for breath. His talons had emerged, and his face was full of rage.

“Why you little—”

He took a step forward only to freeze.

Smart move, Lena thought to herself. The only noise she made was a low, deep chuckle that sent chills down everyone’s spine.

Without another word, Lena walked right out of the dining room, making sure to bump Tamlin’s shoulder on the way out. She didn’t even glance back at him when he snarled loud enough that the entire manor shook.

“Well then,” Jurian spoke suddenly, sitting up with a groan and staring at the other three. “I see you’ve met the King’s secret weapon. They’re not very talkative.”

~~~~~

Lena could hear Feyre pacing in her chambers. The moon was high in the sky and that prick Tamlin was fast asleep in his room thinking the world would be alright now that his possession was back.

A twisted part of Lena would always be both grateful to and jealous of Tamlin for laying the killing blow on her father. All the same though, she hoped she had the chance to see Rhys kill him one day. It would be quite entertaining.

She stepped up to Feyre’s door silently — as she did everything since she was dead after all. After listening to Feyre pace for another minute or so she made her breathing just loud enough to be heard by the Cursebreaker. By her High Lady.

The door swung open not even a second later.

Lena’s hood was still up. Up until that day she had never taken it down or revealed her face on a mission except for one time.

A century and a half ago. On a terrible mission for the King to the Middle of Prythian where the worst beasts roamed. A group of Hybern extremists that the King had sanctioned were there torturing humans and trying to track beasts.

And then he had shown up...

Come in,” Feyre said softly, startling Lena out of her memories.

Lena nodded, stepping in silently. She only removed her hood when the door clicked shut behind them. A second later she had settled a noise cancelling shield around the entire room. Only when she was confident that they were completely concealed from the rest of the manor did Lena release a deep breath and roll out her shoulders. Feyre watched her carefully, cataloguing every movement.

“You’re staring,” Lena deadpanned, perching herself on the edge of the desk.

“How do you do that?” Feyre asked curiously. “Control two shields at once, I mean. I still can’t smell you so you must be in control of both. Isn’t that… taxing?”

Lena glanced around the room and grimaced at the decor. She reached out and flicked the fringe hanging from a lamp. “No.” She said simply. With the extent of her power, not much at all was taxing to her. “I’ve gotten so used to shielding my scent, I forget sometimes that I’m even doing it. I don’t want anyone to smell me and realize it’s so similar to—” She cut herself off, glancing at Feyre sidelong.

“Similar to Rhys’s scent,” Feyre finished for her. She gave Lena a smile and the genuine kindness in the gesture made Lena flinch and look away.

Feyre cleared her throat, playing with her hands nervously.

“You haven’t told anyone about me, have you?” Lena asked suddenly. “You haven’t used your bond with my brother and told him that I’m here? Or… who I am?”

“No,” Feyre said instantly. Lena released a relieved breath. “The bond doesn’t quite work like that with us at such a distance. It’s… hard to communicate. And something like this, telling him that his only remaining family is alive, well… that’s not exactly something I want to tell him without being there at his side.”

“You’re not going to tell him at all.”

Feyre blinked. “What?”

“You cannot,” Lena said with emphasis, “tell my brother that I am alive.”

“But… you revealed yourself to me,” Feyre argued.

“I did, and a part of me already regrets it,” Lena said simply. “You have no idea what I’m risking by showing you my face and telling you who I am to Rhys. And apparently, telling you my name.”

The bitter laugh that escaped her didn’t do much trying to cover Lena’s hurt. Feyre’s mouth parted in understanding, but she could only look down at the ground. She didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t pity me, Feyre,” Lena said suddenly. “I have accepted my lot in life and accepted it well and I will continue to do so in order to protect those that I love.”

“Well if you’re not planning on going home to those people you love, then—”

“That’s not what I said,” Lena smoothly interrupted.

Feyre stared. “So… you are trying to go back to the Night Court? To reveal yourself to them and escape the King?”

The smile that Lena gave was borderline feral. “Well considering that I’m face to face with the Cursebreaker herself, I think that you and I together might actually have a shot.” Feyre’s face broke out into a grin. “But I won’t risk it unless I’m absolutely sure it will work. If I think for even a second that this will fall through, you still can never tell them that I’m alive. You’re getting back to the Night Court no matter what Feyre, understand that well.”

“Yes, but—”

“I am guaranteed nothing and that’s alright,” Lena continued. “But Feyre, my first priority is getting you back to my brother. Back to m— back to your Court. If I can go with you, that would be… everything to me. But if I can’t, you have to swear to me you’ll never tell them that I am alive. Or you can just give me permission to wipe your mind of any memories of me.”

“No!” Feyre cried. “I can’t… Lena, you’re his sister. They deserve to know you’re alive. It will bring them so much joy and—”

“They never told you my name,” Lena snapped suddenly, darkness flaring out of her. Feyre froze. “Feyre, they… they never even told you my name.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “They’ve moved on. They survived, which is all I ever wanted for them. If I can’t get back to them, then at least let them keep surviving. They don’t need to be burdened with this knowledge and quite frankly it could get them killed.”

Feyre gulped. “Fine,” she said. “I give you permission to wipe my mind of any memories of you if whatever plan you have doesn’t work, but it doesn’t matter because it will work. I’m making sure that you get back to them, Lena. I swear it.”

Lena laughed humorlessly, but Feyre still caught the flash of real emotion on her beautiful face even if only for a moment.

“I can’t believe you’re my brother’s mate.”

“What? Why?” Feyre asked, slightly offended.

“Because he’s a colossal idiot and you seem to have a fairly smart head on your shoulders. And you’re much prettier than him.”

Feyre choked on her laughter. “I’m prettier than him? I think we might be talking about two different Rhysands.”

Lena shook her head. “Nope, same one, I’m sure of it. Tall, black hair, stupid arrogant face? That’s my brother.”

The two females laughed together until Lena froze, her smile turning into an expression full of sorrow.

“You know that’s the first time I’ve laughed in… almost 500 years.”

Feyre gasped softly, staring at the female that shared the same blood as her mate. Who had been stolen by evil itself after watching her own mother be killed right in front of her and then forced to stay away from her family to keep them safe. Who had done just that — and never wavered.

This was Rhys’s sister. And she had suffered more than anyone Feyre knew — more than herself exponentially.

Feyre was High Lady of the Night Court and she loved it more than anything in the world save for her mate. But Lena… she was the Night Court. It belonged to her first. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it must be like for Lena to see this young female, only recently made High Fae, bear the tattoo that perhaps she herself had expected to wear one day.

Before Feyre even contemplated what she was doing and how Lena might perceive it, she was striding across the room and embracing her.

Lena tensed, arms at her sides in fists. A tear slipped from Feyre’s eye as she realized that this might very well be the first time Lena had been held or shown any real kindness in five centuries.

Lena cleared her throat. “What are you doing?”

“I’m hugging you.”

“…Okay. Why?”

“Because I wanted to. And because you needed one.”

Lena didn’t say anything to that. Slowly, she raised her arms and gently patted Feyre on the back. But Feyre felt it, even if just for a second, the sigh that Lena let out.

“Okay that’s enough of that,” Lena said uncomfortably. Feyre pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “I know you’re my High Lady now, but could you warn me next time you want to do that?”

Feyre laughed and nodded. “Of course.”

“So do you have any… questions for me?” Lena asked cautiously, looking away from Feyre’s gaze. It had been a very long time since she had been vulnerable with anyone, but if there was anyone left in the world she could be herself with at that moment without endangering them, it was Rhys’s mate.

“I thought that you would be the one to have questions for me?” Feyre asked curiously.

“Of course. But none that I can ask you.”

Feyre’s face screwed in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“Just ask me any questions you have, Cursebreaker,” Lena said exasperatedly.

“First of all,” Feyre snapped, “don’t call me Cursebreaker anymore. My name is Feyre. We’re basically family now so call me my name.”

Lena flinched. “Alright, fine. Feyre. Ask whatever you want.”

Feyre bit her lip, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“How exactly are you not dead?”

“When Tamlin’s father killed my mother he had made a deal with the King of Hybern to steal me away on his behalf.”

“But Rhys said they delivered your heads in boxes.” Feyre gave an apologetic smile when Lena flinched. “Sorry.”

Lena waved her hand at the apology. “The King killed some innocent girl from my court and glamoured her intensely enough to somewhat resemble and smell like me. Rhys didn’t think to look twice.”

“And your wings? Rhys said they were somewhere in this house—”

“Different question.”

Feyre blinked. “What?”

Lena’s power flared once again, but remained in the confines of the room’s shield. “I said, ask a different question.” Her tone left no room for argument. Feyre swallowed.

“Okay. Well, you’re clearly powerful.”

Lena smirked, her anger gone in an instant. “Clearly.”

“How did Hybern keep you trapped? You have all of that power and you couldn’t get away from him at all?”

Lena’s face fell, transforming into what could only be described as pure rage and bitterness. And a hint of sorrow.

“The King has been putting me to sleep anywhere from a few weeks to a few decades at a time whenever he doesn’t have use of me,” she said simply, her hands shaking. “He uses ancient magic-cancelling chains to keep me secure—”

“I’ve seen those,” Feyre interrupted. Lena blinked in shock. “I’ve seen them, Hybern’s men used them on Rhys once. There are more?”

Lena’s eyes flashed then and stroms seemed to rise behind her violet. She took a deep breath, calming herself down before her magic could escape the room. Feyre held her breath, releasing it only when Lena spoke again.

“Many more,” she said. “Whenever the King needed me for something, he would wake me up. Send me on an... errand or two. Then back to sleep for me.”

“And those times when you were awake you couldn’t escape?” Feyre asked. Lena glared.

“Judgmental much?”

“I’m just trying to understand how the sister of one of the most honorable people I know just held herself back and didn’t at least try to get back to her family.” Feyre paused, expecting Lena to lash out at her, but she didn’t, only waited for Feyre to continue. “I wasn’t even alive when your mother died, or when Rhys thought that you died. But the sorrow that he has now over you… it must have been infinitely worse in the beginning. He had to become High Lord all on his own after losing you, your mother, and your father.”

Lena looked away. “You don’t know anything,” she said softly, almost inaudibly.

“I know enough,” Feyre hissed. Lena’s eyes flashed once again. Feyre was walking a fine line. “There must have been something — something that you could have done, could have tried.”

“There wasn’t.”

“All that power of yours and you couldn’t even send a message? Write a note?”

“It was impossible.”

“Why?” Feyre shouted.

“Because if I did then he would die!”

Lena had moved so fast Feyre hadn’t seen it, the female’s scarred face right in front of her own. Feyre’s breath caught in her throat and in the back of her mind she realized that Lena’s eyes were a shade darker than Rhys’s.

“Rhys?” Feyre asked softly. “Rhys would die?”

Lena froze for a split second before jerking away, turning her back on Feyre.

“I’ve been willing to do whatever it takes to protect my family and my Court for almost five centuries,” she stated simply. “I’ve done things that you could not possibly imagine. It has wrecked the very essence of my soul and I have learned how to accept that about myself. But I have kept my family safe. The best that I can.”

“You weren’t keeping him safe when he was trapped under that mountain with her,” Feyre snapped. She regretted the words the moment she said them. “I’m sorry, I—”

Lena silenced Feyre, whirling on her. “What do you mean?”

“When… when he was with Amarantha.”

“What do you mean with Amarantha?” Lena was in Feyre’s face once again. “I was only woken by the King a day ago. I was put to sleep right after Amarantha drugged all of the High Lords, what — what did she do?” Feyre was silent, her mouth agape as she searched for the words. Lena grabbed her by the shoulders roughly. “Feyre what did she do?”

“She made him her whore,” Feyre spat, her voice barely more than a whisper. Lena went completely still. Everything in the room froze — even the dust particles in the air came to a halt. A tear slipped down Feyre’s face. “She confined him to her bedroom, made him…” She took in a shaky breath. “He was playing a part, he played along to try and win her trust, to keep Velaris safe. He had erased everyone’s memory of the city, kept it completely safe. He used the last of his powers and charged the protection of Velaris to Mor, Amren, Cassian, and Azr—”

Lena finally reacted then, pushing away from Feyre and bracing herself against the desk, gasping. She clutched at her chest, squinting her eyes tightly shut.

“Don’t,” she choked out. “Don’t say his name.”

“Who?” Feyre asked, running to Lena’s side. “I don’t understand, Lena. Cassian? Az—”

“I said don’t,” Lena hissed, whirling back on Feyre, who stumbled away at the sheer rage on her face. A beat passed and that look transformed to one of pure sorrow — and longing. Silver lined her violet eyes. “Please don’t, I can’t… I just can’t.”

Feyre didn’t understand what was there. What the sound of Azriel’s name did to Lena, but she nodded all the same. Lena slumped in relief, softly murmuring her thanks.

“There are a great many things you don’t know,” Lena whispered, leaning her back against the wall before sliding to the floor. Feyre gingerly moved to sit beside her. “And if I somehow, by the Mother’s grace, make it back to the Night Court with you, I will tell you every story there is to tell about my family and I. But until then,” she turned and looked Feyre dead in the eye, “you must swear to me that you will never tell them who I am.”

“I already—”

“I know you already did,” Lena interrupted. “But I need you to understand, Feyre. I don’t care if my brother himself has a sword at my throat, you can never tell them who I am. You must let me be the one to tell them.”

“Why?” Feyre asked softly. “Why keep them in the dark?”

“Because it will destroy them,” Lena said simply. “If they find out that I’ve been the King’s prisoner all these centuries, forced to kill and torture and kidnap, it would wreck them. They never even thought to look for me because they assumed they received my head in a box. No, I need to be the one to reveal myself to them if I’m given the chance. They need to see my face and hear it from my own mouth that I’m still alive. Do you swear that to me, Feyre? That you will let me do it?”

Feyre hesitated, but nodded. “I swear.”

“Thank you.”

The two females sat side by side, staring out the window at the moon.

“So you were really in love with Tamlin?” Lena asked suddenly. “Before you met my brother?”

Feyre sighed, but nodded. “I think I fell out of love with Tamlin when he locked me in this house. I didn’t fall in love with your brother until—”

“Wait, wait,” Lena interrupted, whirling on Feyre. “He locked you up?” She asked incredulously.

“Yes, that was when Rhys came and took me to the Night Court apart from our bargain, when I decided to stay. Well actually Mor was the one who came and saved me, but—”

“Okay stop,” Lena cut her off once again. “Clearly I have gotten some misinformation — I’m going to need you to start from the beginning. With details, please.”

And so Feyre did. She told Lena the whole story — the real story. She respectfully avoiding using his name, but Lena’s eyes flashed with sorrow every time Azriel was alluded to all the same. And when the story was done, Lena loosed a heavy breath and leaned her head back against the wall.

“So the Suriel was really the one who told you that you and Rhys were mates?”

Feyre chuckled. “Yes.”

“Figures. And now you’re here, and you’re all pretending that Rhys manipulated your mind to get you to stay in the Night Court and the King successfully broke your mating bond.”

“Also yes.”

Lena huffed. “When I see my stupid brother, I’m going to smack him so hard.”

“For not telling me about the mating bond?”

Lena scoffed at that. “Well I can’t exactly yell at him for that when—” She froze, shaking her head as if to clear out unwanted thoughts. “No, I’m going to smack him for everything else. That idiot has always believed he has to sacrifice himself for everyone all the time.”

“Well it seems to me like that’s a family trait,” Feyre shot back softly, looking at Lena to gauge her reaction.

Lena only laughed, bumping Feyre’s knee with her own. “You know what I take it back. I definitely believe that you’re my brother’s mate.”

~~~~~

Azriel shot up with a gasp, groaning at the lingering pain in his chest. Mor and the other healers had gotten all of the poison out of his system days ago, but the lingering effects made the healing process much slower.

With a glance to his left, he loosed a breath of relief that Cassian was still fast asleep. His brother lay on his stomach, wings stretched out behind him with coats of healing salve on the membrane. He swallowed as he remembered once again how Cassian had sacrificed his own wings to save him.

With a grunt, Azriel hauled himself out of the bed, pausing as he waited to see if the healers heard him moving. When he believed the coast was clear, he walked slowly to the open window.

He breathed in deeply, wincing as his chest expanded. But he needed to smell the air, to smell Velaris, to smell home.

He hadn’t had a nightmare like that in decades. Since before Rhys had been taken Under the Mountain. They came sporadically, sometimes months apart, sometimes decades apart, but he could always count on them to happen.

He would see her face. Lena’s face. Peaceful, asleep, as beautiful as ever as she lay at his side. And just as he would reach out to touch her, it would explode in flames. The floor would give way beneath them and she would scream, reaching out for him.

But he never caught her. He failed her every time.

Azriel shut his eyes even tighter, blocking out the sound of her screams still ringing in his ears. Some days he wished he could just forget her altogether, but then the guilt would eat him alive.

He didn’t want to forget her. He just wanted the pain to be gone, he wanted to finally heal. It had been centuries since he had lost her. Since they all had lost her. And while he loved Feyre and was glad she was part of their Court and his High Lady... she wasn’t Lena.

Azriel would never forgive himself for the slightest bit of resentment he felt that the first High Lady of Prythian was Feyre and not Lena. She was supposed to be the one to have brought real change. She was supposed to be the one that broke down barriers and made a way for love and kindness and dreams to prevail. That was supposed to have happened 500 years ago with him at her side, or at the very least watching her from afar and holding her hand all the while.

But she had died instead. The Cauldron had taken her, deigned the world better off without Lena in it. And that was something Azriel simply couldn’t accept, it was the reason he didn’t pray to the Cauldron anymore.

He looked up at the moon and hoped that somewhere in whatever life comes after death, Lena was perhaps thinking of him too.

~~~~~

After leaving Feyre’s rooms, Lena stepped outside of the Spring Court manor silently, the guards jumping as the infamous Hybern weapon appeared without a sound or scent. She laughed to herself at their fear and didn’t spare them a second glance.

She made her way through the gardens with a grimace. She hated flowers.

Well out of sight from any of the guards, she tilted her face to the sky. The only thing that gave her comfort anymore. Because no matter where she was, no matter what horrors she faced or was forced to commit, the sky remained constant. It was the same sky he looked at.

And as she stared up at the stars and the moon, she hoped that wherever he may be, Azriel was perhaps thinking of her too.

#acotar fanfiction #acomaf fanfiction #acowar fanfiction #azriel #sad oats #I KNOW THIS WAS LIKE ALL DIALOGUE BUT I GAVE YALL A LITTLE BIT OF AZ AND LENA AT THE END #Next chapter will have a time jump and I'm excited #it won't be long now #rEUNION TIME #it's not going to be what yall expect #although i dont know what yall expect really #it could be anything #ANYWHO #my daughter lena deserves better why did i write this to her #SEND IN ASKS WITH ANY REACTIONS!!#and i always read tags on reblogs so there's that too #HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE!#k bye sorry

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andromedasstarship · 4 years ago

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in the stars - chapter 5

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking, angst

summary - “Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.”

a/n - i really love this chapter! cant wait to hear what yall think :DD also for reference i aged jack down just a year so hes 3 when haley passes away, about to turn 5 when reader & aaron get together. i dont claim any dialogue straight from Emma as mine! (emma dialogue is in italics)

masterlist / series masterlist / read it on ao3

chapter 4 / chapter 6

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You were hyper-aware of the new way the team was looking at you as you entered the conference room. You shot a very anxious glance up towards Aaron, grateful for the very brief- but soft- glance he gave you before the business side of him took over again. You could feel the ghost of his hand hovering over that protective spot on your back again as he led you up towards the table.

It felt like your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, upon seeing the seemingly endless piles of photos in front of you. Your brain was struggling to process everything that was laid out in front of you and you felt your heart rate start to pick up; seeing it in person was worse than anything your mind had created in the drive here.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes shot up to meet the voice and you saw Spencer looking down at you with a look that was just on the edge of pity. “We tried to sort the pictures into piles of time relativity. Would you be able to go through them and help us create a firmer timeline?”

You nodded at that, vaguely aware of Aaron pulling a chair out behind you. You gladly slid down into it. Seeing Emily start to pick up one pile and push them towards you made you nervously laugh, the stress of the moment and how uncomfortable you felt forcing it out. When the entire team gave you a weird look you said, “Sorry, it just reminded me of last time.”

You gently picked up the stack of photos, trying to hold them as lightly as possible. The knowledge that the unsub had packaged these himself sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it was silly, but you somehow felt that by touching the photos you were somehow also touching the remnants of the unsub.

The first stack you easily dated as around four years ago, just from your hair; you’d drastically changed it for a role. You thumbed through the photos and could feel the knots in your stomach growing even tighter. Most of the photos were blurry and relatively distant from you, as if the unsub was still getting comfortable with what he was doing.

“This was four years ago, I had to change my hair for a role and I’ve never had it like that before or again.” You said quietly, pushing the pile back to Emily.

She nodded, giving you a gracious smile before pushing the next pile towards you. Your face fell immediately; something the team equated to how much more personal these set of photos seemed to be. You fanned the stack out in front of you. There weren’t many, as if even the unsub could recognize the inappropriate- ha!- nature of capturing you like this. In all of them you looked worn down, as if a cloud was following you everywhere you went.

“This was about two years ago.” You said flatly. It took a moment, but you could see everyone connect the dots in their head and suddenly the room felt very small.

Thankfully, the next pile was rather average and you guessed that this was just an ‘extra’ pile of photos that didn’t really seem to fit into a cohesive timeframe. As you scanned over them, one caught your eye and you pulled it a bit closer to you. You pointed a finger at the sign behind you.

“This is an exclusive club house, it’s difficult to get into. Security’s intense and everyone that enters has to sign in.” You informed the team. JJ reached out and grabbed the photo, putting it to the side for later.

You turned your attention back to the pile, making sure to give each photo a proper amount of attention, desperate to notice something useful.

“This one,” you said, pulling a blurry photo of yourself out of the pile. You were moving too fast for the camera to properly capture you, but you recognized the outfit. “I was wearing this the day Officer Reynolds told me you all were coming, isn’t this the outside of the station?” You said quietly.

JJ moved that photo to the ‘save for later’ pile as well. You gently re-stacked the pile and passed it towards Emily, waiting for the next one.

You watched as Emily seemed to be literally holding her tongue as she pushed the next pile towards you, a certain playful glint in her eyes. Once you were able to look at it, you couldn’t help but snort. You could feel Aaron tense up besides you, but you could find the humor in it. The ‘Aaron’ pile.

You fanned the stack out like you had done with the others, giving special attention to the details behind you. These were much more difficult to place and a much smaller pile, considering how careful the two of you had been.

“These must’ve been in DC?” You questioned, not really expecting an answer. You looked up towards Aaron, raising an eyebrow as if to give him the opportunity to share his thoughts. “Whenever he came to LA, I had an iron grip on our security but it was a whole different field in DC-”

Your sentence fell flat as your eyes went wide, nearly surging out of your seat up towards Aaron. He gave you a worried look, unable to place the sudden anxiety that had taken over you. “What about Jack?” You asked worriedly, “if he knows about you he must’ve found out about Ja-”

Aaron stopped you, putting a very gentle hand on the top of your shoulder, “He’s okay, I promise.” He said, using his hand to lightly push you back into a seated position. You nodded at that, eyes still wide, but your body seemed to deflate, the tension slowly leaving you.

The rest of the team was quiet, recognizing the personal nature of the interaction. But it was impossible for them not to notice the way your bodies reacted to each other. The way your body’s natural response to a stressor had been to move closer to him and the way he angled himself in a protective stance around you near simultaneously.

Emily pushed the final pile in front of you and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips pull up in a soft smile. You fanned out the stack of photos, taking a good look at all of them. They all seemed to either be promo photos or film photos of your time filming Mamma Mia in Greece.

“This is definitely from Greece. But some of these are definitely promo photos, it’s why I’m ‘posing’ in a few of them.” You said, pushing out one that visually made your point.

“What about this one? It feels a lot more intimate than a promotional piece.” Emily asked, pulling one out from the stack. In it, you were standing on the dock, face close to the camera. You had a big smile on your face and your thumbs up.

“On set, we had a handful of little disposable cameras that everyone could use.”

“Do you have any memory of who owned the cameras?”

“I…,” you paused, eyebrows scrunched tightly in thought, “I don’t know. The studio distributed all the photos after the movie came out. They’re pretty public at this point, it was five years ago.” You said weakly, feeling really disappointed in your lack of help. “I’m sorry.” You added.

Morgan stepped up closer to the table. “Don’t be okay? Now we know that the unsub has connections in Hollywood and we know he must be wealthy enough to fly to DC on a whim if he thought you were there. That helps narrow things down.” He assured you.

“Are there any specific photographers that you’ve noticed? Or any guy you feel like you’ve seen too many times and it’s no longer a coincidence?” Spencer asked.

You shook your head quickly. “I’m really used to cameras flashing in my face.” You said impishly. “I can remember a lot of fans that I meet, but if it’s just someone behind a camera I don’t think I’d really notice it at all.”

You felt Aaron move away from you and towards the computer at the end of the table. He clicked a few buttons and suddenly a woman's face popped up on the screen. You recognized her immediately from all the stories and photos you’d seen. Penelope.

Aaron brought the computer closer to where you were and her mouth dropped open for the second time today.

“Oh my god! Hi! Wow! I am, I am such a fan. I just-, you’re always so-”

“Garcia.” Aaron interjected but you raised your hand at him, giving him a ‘shoo’ gesture. The rest of the team had to stifle their laughter.

“Hi, Penelope right? I’ve heard so much about you.” You said sweetly, leaning a bit closer to the camera.

“Wow! Okay, I can’t believe this is-”

“Garcia, I need you to pull up visitor logs from a clubhouse that Y/N used to visit. I want you to cross reference it with other visitor logs of recent film sets she’s been on and her housing development. She’ll be able to give you a more comprehensive list.” Aaron interjected, and this time you let him.

You turned back to the screen, giving Garcia another smile. “The clubhouse is called Royal Blue, the picture couldn’t have been more than…, I think three years ago? But I’m not sure.”

“Alright…, okay the visitor logs seem to be locked tight, but never too tight for me. What are some of those movie sets?”

“The earliest photo is what? Five years ago?” You asked, looking around at the agents for approval. “Yeah, five years. So Mamma Mia, to start, Little Women. I’m working on Emma right now.” You droned, listing various movie sets you’d worked on in the past five years.

“Oh my god! I have so many questions about Mamma Mia. Like what was it-,” Garcia’s question trailed off as she caught sight of Hotch giving her a firm stare from behind you. “Right sorry, alright. I will break into the clubhouse and cross reference all of these lists to see if anyone comes up more than once. It was so nice meeting you, I hope we get to-. Alright, hanging up now!” Garcia said in a rushed voice. You watched her click a button on her end and the screen went black.

You leaned back into your chair, staring up at the rest of the team . “So…,” you said, drawing out the word, “what now?”

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“What are you doing?” Aaron’s asked, voice coming out from behind you.

You comically froze, hand just short of picking your keys up from the table. You slowly turned to face him, straightening your tote bag over your shoulder. “Oh! There you are, I was just on my way to come find you.” You said lightly, trying to diffuse some of the tension in the room. Aaron didn’t say anything, waiting for you to go on. “Johnny and I have plans tonight.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

On your part, you’d already forgotten about the whole ‘I’m on a date’ aspect on your earlier phone call with Aaron. In your mind, there wasn’t anything inherently suspicious about you going to spend time with him in the evening.

Aaron was viewing the entire situation in a very different light. When he had first come around the corner, he noticed how nice you looked. When the two of you had finally returned to your place you immediately went up to your room, disappearing for quite some time. He had originally thought maybe you were upset, the cognitive interview hadn’t revealed anything and even though he knew you didn’t really believe in their accuracy, he also knew how badly you wanted to be of ‘use’ for the case.

In your time upstairs, you had changed your outfit and styled your hair just enough to give it that ‘unstyled-styled’ look. It’s not like you were glammed out or anything, the only reason you’d put on a nice outfit was on the off chance you were photographed- hopefully not by the unsub-, on your way into Johnny’s apartment.

“And what is it that you’re supposed to be doing?” Aaron asked, trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible.

“Um, nothing much,” You said with an awkward laugh, when he was still looking at you expectantly you tilted your head. “I’m supposed to go to his place and we’re gonna run lines for the scenes we’re filming this week.” You explained.

“I can’t endorse you going out at night. Especially to someone’s home that we don’t have eyes on.” Aaron said firmly.

You rolled your eyes at that, picking up your keys. “Johnny’s fine, he’s been in the same place as me when nearly all the bodies were discovered.” You argued, putting one hand on your hip.

“With the recent development in the cases, I can’t let you do this.”

You started to walk towards him, intending to go around him. “Aaron-”

His hand shot out and gently grabbed you by the arm, stopping you from getting past him.

“Hey!-”

“Please,” he said, staring you straight in the eyes. “Don’t go.”

Your mouth fell open slightly in a mild form of shock. ‘We’re just running lines, I really need-”

“I’ll do it with you.” Aaron interjected hurriedly. “We’ve done it before, I’m not too bad at it, huh?” He said teasingly.

You pondered that for a minute. You and Aaron had run lines together plenty of times in the past, it was always something you got a kick out of, seeing Aaron try and morph into whatever character he was reading for. And while it wouldn’t be as productive as running them with your actual co-star, you reasoned it’d still be good enough. And as much as you hated to admit it, Aaron probably had a point about you not going out, especially in the evening.

“Fine. I just need to go call Johnny and tell him something came up.” You huffed, pretending to be more annoyed than you were.

“Here,” you said, reaching into your bag and pulling out your script, “I already have most of my lines memorized, I’ll just need you to fill in if I miss any. I have a pink sticky note denoting the scene we were going to start with. You’re reading as Knightely. I’ll meet you in the living room, alright?” You said, pushing the script into his hands as you walked around him towards the kitchen, pulling your phone out at the same time.

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“No, I’m just saying I think it’d be more believable or whatever if we did a few more like nonchalant meals before like, running errands together or something, ya know?” You said lazily into the phone, holding it between your ear and shoulder as you used your hands to mix up a drink for yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of the Dalmore. You reached out with one hand and carefully pulled it down, still remembering exactly how Aaron liked to take a drink.

“What meal really screams ‘we’re dating’? Dinner? That’s like the longest meal of the day, that’s gotta show some sort of commitment.” Johnny asked.

“Hm…,” you droned, “well we just had a lunch. If we want to kick it into high gear, we should do breakfast. Perfect ‘just spent the night’ remedy.” You said with a snort.

Aaron cleared his throat behind you and the sound made you jump. You pulled the phone away from your ear and saw you’d been blabbering for nearly half an hour.

‘Oh. Sorry.’ You mouthed to Aaron, before pulling the phone back to your ear. “Hey Johnny gotta go, but we’ll figure it out later! Yeah…, for sure, bye!” You hung up and placed your phone on the counter. Then you grabbed the drink you had poured for him, holding it out.

“It’s Dalmore.” You said plainly.

“I’m working.” He responded.

You rolled your eyes at that and held it out more aggressively. “Take it.”

You watched happily as he begrudgingly took it out of your hand, though you knew it wasn’t too difficult for him. You picked up your own glass and tucked your phone into the waistband of your pants. “Ready? Sorry, got carried away.”

While the two of you walked back into your living room, it was obvious something was bothering Aaron. You briefly wondered if something had developed in the case that he wasn’t telling you.

‘What is it?” You asked.

He looked down at you, confused. “What is what?”

“Don’t play dumb, you have a tell.” You explained, stopping to look up at him.

“I do not have a tell.” Hotch replied annoyedly.

“Yes you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“If you want to be a baby about it, fine you don’t have a tell. Tell me what’s wrong anyway.”

“I’m trying to understand why you lied about not having a boyfriend nor seeing anyone recently. We’ll need to fully vet Johnny and look into his files, even if you don’t see it becoming serious.” Aaron near spat.

You snorted. “What do you mean lied?”

“You very clearly told me you weren’t seeing anyone, yet today has proven those claims to be false.”

“I know that sometimes, I like to be a huge pain but I’m serious, what are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Your co-star, Johnny? You told me you were on a date with him today. I just heard you on the phone make plans to stay with him overnight. I saw the pictures of-”

“Stop! Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually believed that.” You said, unable to hold back the laughter that bubbled out of you.

“Believed it? You’re the only who told me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed you read through the lines. Johnny and I have been going on publicity dates. We’re just friends.”

“What were you supposed to be doing tonight then?”

“We were legitimately going to run lines. Maybe get ice cream, we’re trying to determine the best ice cream in LA.”

That’d explain the outfit, Aaron thought.

“And the phone call I just heard?”

“We were debating which meal screams ‘dating’. He thinks it’s dinner. I think it’s breakfast, ya know, cause it implies you spent the night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that, before.”

“Don’t you remember when I had kinda the same thing with Timothee during Little Women? They made us hang out a bunch so the tabloids could just do their thing. I just assumed you’d fill in the blanks.”

Aaron was staring at you as if you had two heads. It was almost like you could see the gears turning in that head of his. Internally, he was more than embarrassed for how upset he’d gotten over the idea of you with someone else.

When it seemed that Aaron had nothing else to say, you started to walk again, not stopping until you were both back in your living room. You plopped down in ‘your spot’ on the couch, playfully patting the space a few cushions down that Aaron typically sat in.

“Crack open that script, I hope you looked through it. If you’re making me stay home, you better be useful!” You said pleasantly, trying to change the atmosphere into something more playful.

Aaron awkwardly sat himself down on the couch next to you, picking the script back up. As you watched him flip the script open and further acquaint himself with the lines you couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang in your chest. It was such an unavoidable reminder of the way the two of you used to run lines together when you were still dating. You had learned early on that Aaron best showed his affection through acts of service and he actually wasn’t that bad at delivering a line. Since the two of you were rarely together in person- it’s not like you’d let him waste a visit with you building a shelf or running an errand-, running lines with you was the easiest way for him to feel useful.

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Four Years Ago

“Okay Jack, you ready?” You asked, smiling down at the young boy standing across from you. He was dressed up in his winter clothes, despite the blazing heat of the summer. You and Aaron had tried to talk him out of it, but he demanded it’d be the only way for him to fully get into character. And who were you two to deny him? The sweet boy nodded, barely being able to contain his excitement as he bounced up and down on his feet.

“Alright, places everyone!” You yelled out, holding the diy paper clapperboard Jack had made for you. You held it out from your body and did a very exaggerated clapping motion. “Action!” You said, quickly throwing the clapperboard to the couch.

“Carrots!” Jack said, his voice more than enthusiastic for the role.

“Huh?” You said, heavily overselling your voice and reaction. Even with the one simple word, Jack was already in giggles, struggling to keep it together.

He leaned in closer to you, standing up on his tiptoes. “Behind you!”

“Oh! Right, excuse me.” You said, stepping to the side and gesturing to the ‘carrots’ behind you.

You made your voice really low to play the next part. “Woh, a real howler in July, yea? Where ever could it be coming from?” You asked, placing your chin in between your thumb and pointer finger.

Jack kept giggling at your ‘deep’ voice, he held his ‘script’ up to his face to read his next line. “The North Mountain.”

You jokingly ran a hand in front of your face, signaling a character switch. “North Mountain.” You stage whispered. You ran your hand in front of your face again, going serious. “That’ll be forty.” You said, holding your hand out with a ‘gimme’ gesture.

Jack smacked your hand gently to ‘give you’ the money. But after his face fell ever so slightly. “Can we skip to when Daddy gets to come in??” He asked, giving you those big eyes you couldn’t possibly say no to.

You stood back, putting your weight on your back leg with one hand on your hip. “Hmm.., I think that could be arranged.” You reached over to grab the clapperboard. “Alright everyone! Back to places, but let’s start at ‘Hi everyone’, okay?”

Jack nodded excitingly and turned back to where he knew Aaron was standing, partially hidden by the hallway. “Places daddy!” He urged, pointing to where he should come stand.

Aaron came out from around the corner and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in the laughter. Aaron had a big white hat on his head and had let Jack put a small orange dot on his nose. You and Jack had definitely double teamed poor Aaron, dragging him into your little ‘movie game’ as Jack liked to call it. The three of you had started doing this a few months ago, Jack loved ‘running lines’ with you and you were more than happy to oblige him. It had started when a sleepy Jack had stumbled into the living room one night when he couldn’t sleep and he saw you and Aaron running lines for one of your other movies. Jack had taken to it so much you ended up ‘hiring’ him to help you with your more child friendly roles.

“Alright, alright. Quiet on set!” You said, making a big deal of you bringing your index finger up to your lips in a ‘shush’ motion. “Action!”

“Hi everyone. I’m Olaf. And I like warm hugs.” Aaron recited robotically , very clear that he was reading directly from the paper. You smacked your hand back over your mouth, unable to control the giggles. Once you started laughing, Jack fell into his own fit of laughter; both of you fueled off the others amusement.

Of course, when you finally pulled yourself back together, a quick look at the way Aaron was standing with fake annoyance across his face and his arms crossed tightly against his chest sent you back into fits of laughter.

“Are you two done?” Aaron asked, no true malice in his voice.

It was rare that the three of you all got to spend time together. He’d been wary of introducing you to Jack. It wasn’t really a ‘you’ thing, but it was more of how Jack would be able to deal with it. There were the typical worries, what if you and Jack didn’t get along? Or what if you two did get along really well but then you and Aaron broke up and it hurt him even further? While you never intended to try and replace his ‘mom’, you still worried that your chaotic schedule would somehow hurt him, skewing his perception of yet another ‘parental’ figure. Not to mention the issues with him being able to keep your identity and presence in his life a secret; he wouldn’t even be able to tell people like Uncle Rossi that his dad was seeing someone.

But now, you’d been with Aaron for over two years. And Jack had known about you for about a year now. And everything had been going perfect. Jack was a stellar secret keeper, the unfortunate events of his childhood maturing him faster than any child deserved and he was able to fully understand the importance of the situation. The two of you had taken to each other quite quickly and every night the three of you would have a ‘bedtime’ call; even on the nights when Aaron was busy with a case you’d still call Jack on your own. You loved spoiling him with whatever hot new toy was popular among kids his age or getting him special early copies of movies before they came out. Aaron used to get on you about it, saying it wasn’t necessary, but you argued it was the most necessary thing in the world.

And now here the three of you were. Nestled away in Aaron’s apartment in DC. You had just flown in after wrapping up a shoot abroad and were just in time for the start of summer. Even though your career was at a seemingly new high, you had managed to secure a relatively empty summer. After long consideration and planning you and Aaron decided it’d be a nice treat for Jack to go spend a month or so with you in LA. You’d consulted heavily with many of your friends who kept their children completely hidden from the spotlight and had hired an airtight security team to assist you the entire time. Aaron was supposed to come out when he could, but you were all aware of how turbulent his poor schedule could be. Schedule permitting, you all would spend the next three days at Aaron’s apartment before you and Jack took off.

“Daddy! You sound like a robot.” Jack said, scolding Aaron. His voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him with a big smile.

“Daddy’s just no good at this huh?” You asked, shaking your head. “He’s no match for our talent, Jack!”

“This is really hot.” Jack said, holding up his arms. He must’ve been sweating his butt off in all those winter layers.

“You’re kidding me! I wonder who could’ve seen that coming.” You said sarcastically, reaching over to pull off his big hat and zip down the first of multiple jackets he put on. “I’ve heard that ice cream cools you down…,”

“Ice cream!’ Jack exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He didn’t even look to his father for ‘permission’, knowing by now you had the most sway in the house.

“Go put on some normal clothes okay? Wouldn’t be fun if you passed out in your ice cream bowl, huh?” You told him, ruffling his hair before he dipped under your arm, making a mad dash for his room.

“He hasn’t even had lunch yet, you know that right?” Aaron asked, giving you a fake stern look as he walked over to where you were standing.

You rolled your eyes at that, reaching up to snatch the white hat off his head, letting your arms fall loosely around his neck. “Does it upset you that I’m always the cool one?” You asked teasingly, reaching up on your tiptoes to press the gentlest kiss on his lips.

He gave you one of his small smiles, reaching down to press a second kiss to your lips. “How was your flight in?” He asked, one of his hands wrapping protectively around your waist as the other one found its way by your hair, gently stroking down it the way you liked.

You let your head relax against his touch and pretended to think for a moment. Instead of answering you reached up again, pressing your lips against his, pressing yourself closer to him. You both thought you could stay this way forever; it being the first time you saw each other, in person, in nearly two months.

“Gross!” Jack’s voice seemingly cut through the two of you. Aaron was the one to pull away first, quietly laughing so only you could hear.

“Later.” He promised in a whisper.

You loosened your grip on him, turning to face Jack. “Oh Jack! Funny seeing you here, ice cream, right?”

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Present Day.

“Page 103, right?” He asked, skipping to the bright pink sticky note you had used as a place marker.

You jolted out of your memories, feeling the heat rise up your neck as you prayed it wasn’t too obvious you had just completely zoned out.

“Yep!” You squeaked out, “page 103, line 19, you start.” You said, waving your hands.

“And I do envy him, Emma. In one respect he is the object of my enemy, you will not ask me why, you are, you are determined, I see, to have no curiosity but I cannot be wise-” He started, keeping his eyes near glued to the page.

You frowned, shaking your head a bit. “Stand up.” You ordered, already getting to your feet.

“Excuse me?” Aaron asked.

“Stand up,” you repeated, motioning upwards with your palms. “This,” you said, motioning between the two of you, “doesn’t feel right if we’re seated, we’re supposed to move around in this scene, it’s supposed to be painful.” You explained.

He slowly stood up, looking at you for permission to start again.

“From where you left off, please.”

“I must tell you, Emma, what you will not ask! Though I may wish it unsaid the next moment-”

“So do not speak it.” You cut in. “If you wish to speak to me, as a friend or to ask my opinion as a friend I will hear whatever you like.”

“As a friend, Emma. That I fear is a word, tell me Emma. Have I no chance of ever succeeding?” He asked, looking up at you for further approval, you nodded and he continued. “My dearest Emma, my dearest, you will always be my dearest most beloved Emma, tell me at once. I cannot make speeches, if I, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more-”

“Let’s do a different part, yeah?” You interrupted, voice incredibly tight. You ducked from his gaze, reaching to bring your glass to your lips.

“Isn’t this the scene you have to practice?” Aaron asked, raising his brow at you.

“It doesn’t matter,” you replied, taking a long sip, “any practice as the character will be helpful.”

“If this is the one that’s troubling you, we should go over it.” He pressed.

“Page 56, start at line 9.” You ordered, throwing back the rest of your glass. “Read it over, I’ll be back.”

Before you could fully turn to go and refill your glass, Aaron lunged forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. The sudden movement caused you to stumble, throwing your hands out to steady yourself against his chest.

“You’ve been drinking a lot.” He stated, repositioning his grip on your arm.

“Am I not allowed to have a drink or two in my own home?” You challenged.

“What are you running away from?” Aaron asked, his voice so gentle it made your knees weak.

“You.” You whispered, after a long pause. You looked up at him with sad eyes and only found confusion in his. “I can’t, I-, don’t you see how funny it is? Your character is desperate for mine to be with and my character is the one to deny yours.”

Your confession pulled sharply on his heart. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not sure there were any words to appropriately apologize for how he had treated you.

“Why didn’t you ever call?” You asked, voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear you.

“I, I-” He stuttered, unable to think of an answer fast enough.

“I waited for weeks,” you said, looking up at him with a look that nearly brought him to his knees. “I waited so long and you never called.”

He brushed the hair out of your face, letting his hand fall gently against your cheek. His thumb caught a stray tear that had started to fall, softly brushing it away. “I don’t know.” He responded, his voice as quiet as your. “I don’t know, you didn’t deserve that.”

You pressed your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt more tears managing to sneak past you. He was finally admitting words you had dreamed of hearing for years, but yet you were unable to find any joy in them.

“You didn’t deserve that.” He repeated, sliding his hand towards the back of your head, pulling you firmly against his chest, while his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You let your body relax into his, slowly bringing your own arms up loosely around his neck.

You felt him gently press the faintest of kisses to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry angel.” He mumbled into your hair.

You pulled your head out from under him, looking up at him with big eyes. The two of you were silent, basking in each other's presence. Your eyes flickered down to his lips multiple times; something he duly picked up on. Just as you began to push up on your toes, nearly pressing your lips to his, eyes half closed in anticipation, his phone rang out.

You froze, falling back onto your heels with a small sigh. “Answer it, I’m getting a refill.” You said, pulling yourself out of his grasp. He gave you an uncertain look, as if he wanted to pull you back in and ignore the call completely.

You wagged a finger in front of him, shaking your head. In on fluid movement, you grabbed your glass and nearly ran out of the room

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It took you ten minutes to calm yourself down and another five to hype yourself up to return to your living room. And that was after you had made yourself a new drink.

When you entered the living room, Aaron’s back was to you; still locked on the phone. The tension was clear in his shoulders and your eyes drifted down to his free hand that you knew would be clenched in a fist. It was.

“Thank you Garcia, tell the team we’ll be there soon.” He said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging up.

“Aaron?” You asked.

He rolled his shoulders back, trying to loosen some of the tension from his shoulders for your benefit. He slowly turned back towards you, his face pulled in frustration.

“LAPD just reported another body.”

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hopeshoodie · 3 years ago

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Ok so I finally got caught up on CMM (anon, I have a lot going on right now, maybe don’t send me over ten asks with spoilers in them… I pinkie promise I’ll post once I read it) and thoughts-

Obviously the big one is Shannon and Hope. I would’ve paid all my gems to talk to either one of them, but I’m still a little salty that we did have to pay. For such a short scene, they recycled 30% of the dialogue towards the beginning and that was annoying. It would’ve been so easy to make them unique. Hope absolutely would have been insecure and said ‘did anyone ask about me’, but Shannon wouldn’t. Shannon doesn’t care, she could’ve said something like “lol does anyone even remember me?” or “it’s totally fine, sounds like it was an original islanders only party”. The reasons they gave for not being there were pretty good, and it makes me feel better than in-canon they weren’t un-invited. Hope’s part was much longer than Shannon’s but I liked Shannon’s more.

My big issue with the phone calls was that Hope’s call was just… flat. In the villa, Hope was smiling all the time, super expressive and warm, and her call just seemed really… flat. It lacked a warmth that being BFFs with her merits. And the conceit, that she’s at a stuffy wellness retreat trying to schmooze a client with her boss, would’ve been really ripe for her being expressive. Like “omg thank god a normal person, I’ve been doing nothing but smiling and agreeing all weekend”. I did like how she expressed insecurity and then corrected herself, it showed a lot of growth. I just wish there would’ve been more sincerity and personality.

I’m not mad about Chelsea and Rocco. I kinda don’t think they’ll last, because Rocco will eventually move on and Chelsea is desperately trying to cling to the experience of the villa through him. But I feel like it was effectively foreshadowed, and seems pretty in character for the both of them. It’s not the redemption arc I was hoping for Rocco though, I still hope Rocco sits down with Lottie or Priya and properly apologizes.

Chelsea’s password being BRA? Jesus christ, give it a rest, FB. She has more than one personality trait. The CMM writers really just latched onto 1-2 cute moments with each character in the main season and decided “this is all they think and talk about”. Same with Hope saying pacifically again and Priya’s gauche sunflower print.

The escape room bit was fun, but I wish the riddles hadn’t been multiple choice (instead the typing in thing and if you get it right Chelsea’s excited but otherwise has stock lines like ‘not quite… it’s a mirror!’). Also it would’ve been more fun if another character was trapped with MC, just to see them try to solve it. The humor in that section was good though, I especially liked the reaction to throwing the box at the wall.

LOVED the new outfits, they’re all super cute but like… Why did I spent 10 gems when literally no one’s going to acknowledge the costume change?? Like surely someone would be like “what… happened? Why did you change?” or even “you changed because you’re the murderer and were getting blood off your clothes!”. But nothing.

I’m not super invested in the mystery, and I don’t really mind that. The characters and their reminiscing is more important. But like… I don’t think the clues were handled very compellingly. The clues aren’t really tied to any one specific person, and they’re not insight into how the murders took place or what enabled the person to get away. It’s just… Here’s a note Chelsea gave you, here’s a thing that was at the scene. I’d like it more if it was things like ‘a bare footprint, a half drank wine glass, a cypher with a puzzle attached’. Something that you could be like ‘x character wouldn’t know how to do that, x character likes wine’ etc.

Also I don’t love how it seems like the murderer changes based on your choices? Like if they’ve coded it so that everyone’s possibly the murderer and it’s just revealed based on player choice who it is that’s not… A mystery… Like I’d much prefer if only 1 person was the murderer, or there was a pre-set killer for each victim.

Lucas died in my game (I’m romancing Priya), and there was a chance to flirt with him before he died. I know other people had Lottie die if Gary was the LI, so who dies if Bobby is your LI? Can you romance Lottie and the other person?

My eggs are still all in the ‘Noah’s the murderer’ basket.

I really hate how explicit the switch between the mystery and socializing has been. Obviously that’s a facet of everyone playing characters, but like three times now there’s been “let’s get back to the mystery!” or “let’s stop the mystery to socialize” and it just feels clunky and breaks up the story. I’d prefer if all of the characters collectively disregarded the characters they’re playing, except when clearly delivering dialogue in reaction to things, so that there’s less “are you in character right now or are you you?”. I’d also change it so that everyone really casually talks about their theories and the mystery but for the most part isn’t super invested in it. That way the player can choose to be the only one who cares about the mystery and solving it, or we can do away with the back and forth about it. I don’t know, I’m just not a fan of how we keep interrupting GOOD scenes like MC/her LI bonding, reminiscing with people, or Chelsea announcing her relationship to be like ‘lol let’s talk about a mystery’.

I’m shipping Lucas and Priya more than MC and Priya because when romancing her, Priya really doesn’t have any personality outside of ‘interested in MC’, versus when she’s roleplaying with Lucas or around everyone else she’s back to being herself. It’s creating this weird dynamic where the writing makes it seem like Priya is /uncomfortable/ or not herself when romancing MC, to the point where I feel guilty?? Like she seemed more in-character and excited when talking about a guy who dumped her than she has been when kissing and doing the nasty with MC all night. Like honestly you could replace her with Rahim in all her romance scenes and it would be more in-character for Rahim.

Overall I’m... Enjoying it. Like I’m not stopping mid-episode to do something else like I was with S3. But tbh I think I enjoyed Boat Party more, and I’m really only thinking about specific scenes and headcanons after putting my phone down (as opposed to S2 and S1 which lived in my head rent free after playing an episode)

Maybe part of that is I have a really poor working memory and prefer to binge consume media instead of playing it week by week, so I lose interest each week. Once it’s fully released I’ll have to play it in one go and let yall know if it’s actually bad or I’m just bad.

#litg #cmm spoilers

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harry-styles-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Meeting You In The Hallway Part 3

a/n: HII lovely people! I hope you are all doing well today! This is part 3 of Meeting you in the Hallway.

What it is: You move into the apartment across the hall from Harry and you begin a friendship which you both want more from but can’t communicate that want.

Word Count: 4k

Warning: fluff, angst, cursing, and sexual tension again bc why not.

Lil fun fact: new character in this part named Derek, there's ~some~ (honestly a lot of truth) truth to this character. Different name obvs. If you wanna picture somebody, picture Jacob Elordi, because that’s kind of what the real dude looks like.

Pls reblog if you like it 😊 Thank you for all the support so far! Means the fuckin world! Lot of dialogue in this one, let me know if yall like that or not. I think there will be one more part which will wrap this all up.

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You both decided to just sit in silence after you ate, just laying your heads back.

"Do you have morphine?"

"Harry just because I work in a hospital doesn’t mean I have hard drugs lying around my apartment"

"Thought you could sneak some, excuse me" he waves his hands up in surrender.

You sigh, "No, there's a thing called inventory that gets checked every day. And what is it with you and morphine?"

"What do you mean?"

"It was in your song yesterday"

His head quickly looks over at you, "You remember yesterday?"

"I remember everything before the tequila shots" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Oh okay" he avoids your question about morphine and maybe if you didn't have a headache you'd keep pushing for an answer.

Your phone rings and it’s an odd looking number, its 10 digits long.

"Har, look at this number"

He looked over before laying his head back against your couch, "Its European"

"European?" you picked up, "Hello?"

"y/n?"

"Yeah who's this?"

Harry was listening, just didn’t show it.

"Hey um, it’s me, Derek. I don’t know if you remember me"

"Oh yeah. Sorry give me a sec." You pressed the mute button, double checked it was on, then whisper yelled, "holy fucking shit!!"

"What? Who's Derek?"

"This guy I had a hugee crush on in college. He was a year above me. We helped each other in Psych. We wo- hold on I need to answer him" you unmuted the call.

"Hey Derek"

"Hey um I was just wondering if you still lived here? In New York. I'm here for a trade meeting."

"Trade meeting?"

"Yeah with my agent, remember? Basketball?"

"Oh yeah, right. Okay. Um yeah I actually live in the city now"

"Oh, that’s great. Did you wanna grab dinner sometime? I’m here until Friday"

"Y-yeah we could settle on something"

"Okay. I'll uh text you a time and date"

"Yeah okay. Cool"

"Cool. Uh bye"

"Bye" you hung up quick. "Holy shit"

"That was the worst conversation I've ever heard in my life" he laughed.

"Shut up we were both nervous" you hit him with a pillow.

"Who is he again?"

"Long story short, we took Psych together in college and he was on the basketball team so every girl was obsessed but we would hang out all the time. A few nights before he graduated, we had like a moment. It was so romantic," you blushed thinking about it and Harry hated it, "and well, the next week he was gone to play basketball in Europe. It was like maybe right person but wrong time?" Harry swallowed before facing you, "Does that mean you see a future with him? If it was right person, wrong time?"

You looked at him and shook your head, "A girl could dream but I don’t know. I don't think I know him the way I used to you know? It's been like 4 years."

"But you're going on a date"

"No harm in that, right?" For some reason it was like you wanted his permission.

"Yeah, I guess, you said he played basketball in Europe?"

"Yeah, his name is Derek Belov, he's really tall."

"Belov? You're joking me."

"I'm not, you know him?"

"Yeah," he shrugs, "he's big over there. Only over there I guess."

You shrug, "I could honestly care less about it. He's a cool guy in general"

"I have a headache, I'm gonna lay down" he says as he adjusts himself on your couch and puts his feet in your lap. He puts your tv on and watches the office.

You check your phone and Derek had texted you about seven minutes ago. It’s alright though because you didn’t want to seem too excited. You two began texting and settled on a date that night. He swore he didn’t need to fight off the jetlag so you agreed. He'd pick you up at 6, It was almost noon now, so you had plenty of time.

"I'm leaving at 6, he'll pick me up."

"The least he could do, will it be a limo?" you could hear the bitterness in his voice but you blamed it on his hangover.

"No." you slid down your couch and harry tucked your feet under his arm while keeping his eyes on the tv.

You stayed like this for a while, you set an alarm for four o'clock so you wouldn't let time escape.

"Har, when was the last time you went on a date?" you wondered if this could answer your question from last night. If Harry was hooking up with somebody.

" I don't know why?"

"Well like years, months, weeks?"

"Month or so I guess"

"Oh okay, I was just wondering. I guess you could relate to me then. Dating life."

"Yeah sure"

He was being super dismissive and you hated it. You were tired of it actually. You sparked 0 conversation and once your alarm went off, he went back to his apartment and you got ready.

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When harry got back to his apartment he felt angry. Angry with the way you spoke about that Derek guy. The fact that you were going on a date with him. He wanted to ruin your plans but he knew he couldn't be selfish. He felt bad for not being the supportive friend he knew you wanted in that moment. With a big sigh and heavy heart, he walked across the hall and knocked on your door 3 times.

You slowly went to open the door, already annoyed with Harry, you opened it with an eyeroll.

"What Harry?"

"I've come in peace," he said with a cheesy smile, "Look I'm sorry for being dismissive earlier I was really just not feeling well and well I'm sorry. Can I help you pick out your outfit now or whatever a girlfriend of yours would do? I even volunteer to do your makeup"

You rolled your eyes and opened the door wider, " Fine. Help me pick an outfit and I wanna borrow the earrings you have on. I like the simple loop look" you said as you walked deeper into your apartment.

"Deal."

You walked into your bedroom where you had a black lace lingerie set on your bed. Harry pretended he didn’t see it as he sat down next to it on your bed.

"I think I might wear a blouse with some high waisted jeans?”

"Yeah I mean why not just go comfy. Wear sweats and a baggy tee. I could lend you one of mine." He winked towards you.

"Harry," you gave him a warning look, "We're having dinner at a restaurant, I'm not gonna wear sweatpants." you looked through your closet and grabbed some black high waisted skinny jeans and tossed them towards Harry. They hit him right in the chest.

"Hey," he grinned at you and laid the jeans flat on your bed. "So is your theme black tonight." he said referencing to the lingerie on your bed.

"Um, I don't know. I think I got too excited. I don't think I'm gonna actually wear it."

"How come? You don't want something to happen?" He hoped not but he kept that to himself.

"I don’t need lingerie to make something happen Harry." he loved your confidence but he hid his smile and nodded.

You grabbed a light blue silky button up blouse from your closet and turned around to face him. "So, I'm thinking tuck the shirt in, roll up the sleeves, and white vans?"

"Sounds.. good"

You nodded and stepped in between his legs from where he was sitting on your bed and then got down to your knees and reached under your bed reaching for a box. The sight made him want to pull you on top of him but he knew he couldn't. Were you teasing him? You pulled a small box and placed it on his lap. Which he was a little thankful because his bulge was only growing in his pants.

"It's my jewelry box, could you pick out some bracelets or something?"

"Yeah, okay" he nodded.

As he kept his head down you went behind him to take off your shirt. You buttoned it up and then jumped into your jeans. Once you finished you faced his front again.

"Should I leave the top two unbuttoned or three?" you said as you unbuttoned a third to show. It showed more cleavage but still wasn't too much.

He rubbed his head and looked anywhere but your chest for too long. "I think two is fine. Leave three for another time. It's still just the first date"

"Aw Harold, you think I'm getting a second date? You're getting better at this girlfriend thing."

"Yeah yeah, here" he passed you his choice of bracelets and his earrings that he took off and you put them on. You enjoyed the fact that you could do this with him.

He grabbed your wrist and turned you around slowly so you were facing your full-length body mirror. You saw him lift his cross necklace above his head and then over yours. He adjusted it between your breast which made you suck in a breath. He felt satisfied when he heard your breath hitch just little bit.

"For good luck." But really he wanted you to remember him while you were out.

You looked him in the eyes through the mirror and whispered, "You don't have to, I've never even seen you take this off"

"Don’t worry about it" He leaned forward and moved your hair to the side and kissed your cheek.

His lips lingered on your cheek for a bit until you heard a knock on your door. You both jumped and walked away from each other.

"I could get it if you want. I know you need to put your shoes on and whatever else."

"Y-yeah please." You felt so confused. You were so excited to go on this date but now you just wanted to stay home with Harry. Feeling his lips on your cheeks made you want to stay and feel his lips on yours. You finished tying your shoes and put some mascara and light makeup.

Harry approached the door and took in a deep breath. When he opened the door, Harry wanted to say "what the fuck" but he actually said,

"Hello, I'm Harry"

"Oh uh, I think I've got the wrong place"

"Looking for Y/n?" he fucking hated that he had to look up to this guy. Damn basketball player, his guess was 6"7. (Derek was actually 6"9)

"Yeah?"

"Yeah she's in here, come in"

"Oh okay," he crouched down just a little to walk. "Do you live here?"

"No across the hall, I'm Y/n's best friend" he grinned. They walked into your living room and took seats waiting for you. Derek nodded at Harry's answer and rubbed his hands against his thighs. Harry noticed his nervousness and debated whether or not to use this to his advantage.

"So where are you taking her?"

"A restaurant, near the Statue of Liberty."

"Nice. Been there before?" maybe with another woman?

"No, actually" Derek looked around like he was becoming impatient with Harry.

You walked out and Derek stood up instantly.

"Wow, y/n it’s so nice to see you," he said as he bent down to give you a hug. It was almost a 2-foot height difference. Harry looked away as it happened. You hugged him back remembering his smell. Some Armani cologne if you remember correctly. Different than Harry's Tom Ford one but why were you even thinking of Harry?

"You too. Let's go? I'm hungry."

"Still the same I see"

"Old habits die hard," you winked. "Har, close the door behind you?"

He nodded at you. You felt bad for some reason and walked over to him and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything," you smiled up at him.

"Yeah, no problem." he blushed but you couldn't tell in this lighting.

As you were walking out your apartment with Derek beside you, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You reached into your pocket behind you and saw Harry had texted you.

H: Let me know when you get home please? Or if you stay at his place? Just wanna know you’re okay. Xx

Y/n: most likely coming home H, I’ll let you know tho :)

Harry debated whether or not to ask if she wanted him to stay at her apartment but he didn’t want to intrude on her plans if she wanted to bring Derek back home. He hoped not. He decided to just not answer.

You and Derek approach the elevator and wait.

“I like your necklace, it’s nice”

“Oh yeah, thanks” you fiddled with it.

The elevator doors opened and you made small talk all the way until the restaurant. You had finally made it to Gigino’s, an Italian restaurant by the waterfront at Wagner Park. It was beautifully lit. You’d never been on a date quite like this one. After you finished ordering your drinks, you spoke up.

“I’m surprised you remembered me. It’s been so long”

"I honestly couldn't forget you" he smiled but looked down trying to hide from you.

You bit the inside of your cheek and reached over to put your hand over his. He looked different, more manly.

"How's the big dream been?"

"More exhausting than I thought it would be. I thought college ball was similar to professional but they're nowhere near close. How's nursing?"

"Good, I have many kids I like to think are my own. I work on the pediatric cancer floor."

"Oh wow, that must be tough"

"It can be, can also be rewarding."

"I'm sure you're great for the job"

"Thank you."

Your food came interrupting your conversation but you didn't really mind. You ordered tagliatelle with mixed shellfish. You nearly moaned at the first bite, it was so good.

"So, Harry.. Best friend he says?"

You laughed a little, "Yeah, the bestest." you couldn't believe Harry said that. You weren't mad, you were humored.

"How long have you known him?"

"Few months"

"He hang around a lot?"

"Derek? Why the 20 questions?"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just wondering. Threw me off I guess." He sipped his wine.

"It's okay. Um yeah, I moved in and we became really good friends. We're just always there for each other. That's all." Lies.com.

"Okay. Could I be honest though?"

"Yes," Here we go…

"He likes you."

"Oh my god Derek," you rubbed your temples.

"He does okay, a guy can tell. I really don't care though. I mean, you're here with me right now."

You didn’t know how to take his last comment. Was it cocky? Was it trusting? Genuine? You felt awkward. You just continued eating quietly.

"I'm sorry, I've gone and made this awkward haven't I?"

"Yep."

You had lost your appetite and so you told the waiter you'd like to take the rest home. Derek had finished his plate.

"Dessert?" the waiter asked with his thick Italian accent and gave you the menus. You looked it over and saw the chocolate covered strawberries with whipped cream. Your weakness.

"Do you still like chocolate covered strawberries?"

A little surprised you looked up from the menu and nodded. Derek ordered for you and bought himself a tiramisu.

"Surprised you remembered that too."

"y/n, I don’t think you realize that I was in love with you."

Was.

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious! I was. But I had to leave, my dad would've killed me if I didn’t continue his legacy in the game."

"Yeah I know, how is Mr. Bolev?"

"We don't talk."

"Oh." Now you made it awkward. This night was becoming… disastrous?

"Well, yeah I was. I wish I'd said it sooner, who knows what would've happened."

Maybe it was the wine, but you felt a little tingly. You sipped and squinted at him.

"Yeah, who knows?"

"Care to find out?" he grinned.

"Can't go back in time sweetheart."

"No but maybe I could show you something similar."

You laughed and stayed quiet as the waiter came out with your strawberries. He watched you as you ate your strawberries. You might've been doing it a little seductively if you were honest. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your finger and sucked on them lightly.

"Fuck," he mumbled and called the waiter over. "Check please?"

You laughed and drank your water. You’ve had enough wine.

"Do you wanna walk around the park?"

"Its dark," you leaned in to whisper, "There's rats. I've seen them"

"Holy shit, no way."

You nodded his way and he looked around nervously. You giggled at how big he was yet scared of a tiny, well sometimes big, rat. He paid quickly and grabbed your hand running out of there. You made it to his car and got in.

"So, where to?"

"Um where you got me from?"

"Right." You don’t know why, but you wanted to feel something. You wanted to see if there was anything there still. He was nice, but he wasn’t… he wasn’t what you thought you wanted anymore. If things went wrong you could blame it on the wine. You leaned across the center console before he could pull out of his parking spot and grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed you back instantly and you felt nothing. Nada. You kissed him deeper trying to find something, anything. You just had a romantic dinner and now felt nothing? What sick game was life playing? He placed his hand on your hips and encouraged you get on top. You complied and straddled him. Now you felt something. He was already hard and he felt big. You had this internal battle in your head of whether you should grind on him or not. You didn’t want to give him the wrong intention. What were your intentions?

"You're here till Friday?" you asked breathing a little heavy.

"Yeah," he licked his lips and you kissed them again.

Maybe a hookup wouldn't be horrible. But maybe not on the first date.

"You free tomorrow?"

"Mhm," he kissed you and you leaned against his wheel setting the horn off. You both jumped and laughed. He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you softly. "Let’s get out of here?"

You nodded and he drove to your building.

"Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he looked over at you as he put the car in park.

"Yeah. I'll text you when I'm free and stuff."

"Okay." Maybe he expected an invitation upstairs but you weren't in the mood to give him one. You really wanted to go upstairs and knock on Harry's door. You wanted to hang out with him. Derek reached his hand over and played with your, actually Harry's, necklace. Little did he know... He tugged it lightly and leaned in towards you. You gave him a quick kiss and said goodnight. You practically ran inside wanting to change. You went into your apartment and changed into some pajama shorts and a baggy t shirt. You put your slippers on and walked across the hall and knocked three times. You heard harry yell a, 'finally!' before he opened the door. When he opened the door, it seemed it wasn't you he was expecting.

"oh, y/n?" his eyes were red.

"Who were you expecting? Are you crying?"

"No um no, and pizza."

"Can I come in?"

"Um I don’t think that's the best idea."

"Harry what's going on?"

He leaned against the door so you could walk in. Lo and behold he was watching The Vampire Diaries without you. It was the scene where Damon was trapped on the Other side and told Elena how much he loved her but she couldn't hear him.

"Are you serious?"

"I got bored okay!"

"Were you crying over this scene?"

"Maybe."

"Aw, poor baby." you walked up to him and pinched his cheeks.

"How was your date?" he said as he pushed your hands down gently.

You stayed looking up at him, "It was good, food was good," he kept eye contact with you and you didn’t even realize he was still holding your hand.

"He didn't walk you up?"

"No, I kind of didn't let him. I wanted to hang out."

He gave your hand a light squeeze and tried to hide his smile. "Doesn't sound like it went all that well then"

"It was fine Har," you dropped his hands and walked towards his couch. "I should be mad at you for watching without me."

"I know, will you ever forgive me?" you both sat on his couch and he helped you put your legs on him. His fingertips left little flames on your skin.

You take off his necklace and crawl up to him and put it back around his neck.

"Back where it belongs." you twisted a curl from behind his neck around your finger.

"Did you know I used to have my hair really long? Like up to my collarbones?"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he pulled out his phone and showed you a picture. He looked so young. So handsome.

"I think you should grow it back out." you giggled.

"How come?" he settled his arm on your knees as you were still facing him on your knees on his couch.

"I don’t know," you ran your fingers through his hair, "you look handsome either way."

"You think I look handsome?" he looked up at you.

You nodded, scared to speak. You thought maybe you'd say something you might regret. Like how much you wanted to kiss him. Or how you wished Derek smelled like him. Or how you thought of him from time to time. He looked away from you and cleared his throat.

"I guess I should finish this episode."

You nodded and went back to laying down on the other end of the couch. Harry felt confused. You had just gone on a date and come back to him and called him handsome. Did you like him or not? You interrupted his thoughts when you spoke up.

"We kissed," you felt like you had to tell him, yet he felt he could live without that information. "but I didn't feel anything. Like those sparks you're supposed to feel. I don’t know."

Harry stared at the screen and just listened. He didn’t want to hear that you kissed but he did like that you didn't like it.

"But I'm supposed to see him again tomorrow, now that I'm here I kind of don't want to."

Harry sighed and turned off the tv. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Y/n, do you feel anything for me? Because I'm honestly fucking confused. You go out on a date with some guy and then come back here, touching me in some ways. Call me handsome. The other night you put your fingers through my belt loop-" he caught what he was saying when you gave him a confused look.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me"

"The other night, after my gig you were drunk and you pulled me towards you.. You didn't remember so I didn't remind you." He sighed heavily.

"Oh, I'm sorry I did that to you."

"I didn’t mind it"

"What's that supposed to mean"

You both sat up and faced each other. Sharing the middle cushion.

"Harry, do you feel anything for me?"

Part 4 is now up!

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4kominato · 4 years ago

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A/N: Merry Belated Christmas!!! LOL, cheers to my first ever fluff oneshot with a genuine storyline and is over 900 words HAHA. this was so much fun to write so i hope yall enjoy it 🙏🏻 ~ kuri

Pairing: Kominato Haruichi x Fem!Reader [ft. KuraRyou]

Genre: Fluff

[[ WARNING ]] suggestive scenes/dialogue

Word Count: 2.8k

“Merry Christmas, Haruichi,” you whispered to the pink haired boy who was still fast asleep next to you. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, you untangled yourself from the covers and put on some comfortable clothes before heading out to the kitchen where the enticing smell of freshly brewed coffee tugged needlessly at your nose.

“Morning. Merry Christmas.” You were greeted by another pink haired boy as he poured a cup of coffee for himself and the taller, green haired boy sitting next to him.

“Merry Christmas!” Kuramochi chimed in, as you sat down across from him while Ryousuke grabbed another mug from the cabinet.

“Coffee?” he offered.

You only gave a small nod in response and so he poured you a cup, letting you add in your own cream and sugar.

“Sounded like you and Haruichi had a fun time last night, hm?” Ryousuke spoke up, making your cheeks flush as you sipped your hot coffee.

“Ryou-chan, you didn’t have to bring it up so abruptly,” Kuramochi snickered, playfully nudging Ryousuke’s arm.

“Y-you heard us?”

“Well, Youichi and I finished drinking a little early last night and it just so happened that you guys were at it when we got back. I’m surprised that the two of you can get as loud as loud mouth over here.”

“Oi! I’m not that loud...”

“You’re pretty loud.”

“Er… well… we assumed you guys would be out late like usual...” you chuckled nervously, breaking eye contact with the older boy.

“Merry Christmas,” Haruichi interrupted cluelessly, thankfully making Ryousuke drop the topic.

“Merry Christmas, sleepy head,” Ryousuke greeted, “Coffee?”

“Mm,” he agreed, seating himself next to you.

“Merry Christmas,” Kuramochi added, as Ryousuke poured yet another cup of coffee.

“Now that everyone’s here, I was thinking,” Ryousuke started, handing the mug over to Haruichi, “How would you guys like to go ice skating after we open presents?”

“Hm…” Kuramochi hummed, “Never skated before, but sounds like fun.”

“I’d love to go ice skating!” you added excitedly, quickly turning to your boyfriend for confirmation, but much to your disappointment, he looked a little taken aback and not into the idea as much as you were.

“Haruichi enjoys going to the rink, but he doesn’t know how to skate,” Ryousuke grinned at you, noticing how his younger brother had suddenly fallen silent, “He always has to cling onto me when we go. Good thing he has you this time around, it seems I have another noob to deal with now.”

“You’re supposed to be nice to me on Christmas,” Kuramochi pouted.

“Hm? Says who?” he teased back before reverting back to the previous topic, “So, are you guys in? Don’t worry Haruichi, I’m sure she’ll catch you if you fall.”

“Aniki…” he whined, the pink tinge on his fair cheeks all too apparent.

“C’mon Haru-chan, it’ll be fun!” you assured as you jumped out of your seat and took one of his hands into your own, “I’ll teach you how to skate.”

“I don’t know… I’ve never been good at it,” Haruichi mumbled, not entirely fond of the idea of embarrassing himself in front of his girlfriend.

“So… is that four yeses?” Ryousuke asked, knowing his younger brother would come around in the end anyways.

“You’re going to force otooto to come?” Kuramochi raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, but if the three of us go, he’ll follow along.”

“Aniki!”

“I only speak the truth.”

“It’s okay,” you comforted, wrapping your arms around Haruichi’s small frame, “If onii-san doesn’t force you to come, then I will.”

“What?!”

“Alright, so that’s four yeses. Who wants to open presents?” Ryousuke announced dismissively, grabbing Kuramochi’s hand before making his way into the living room.

“Hyaha, I’m your present this year, Ryou-chan. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Sure you didn’t. I literally saw you bring the gifts into the apartment.”

“Those are for otooto and y/n!”

“Hm, really? I mean, I suppose I wouldn’t mind unwrapping you right here, right now if that's what you’re asking for. And I get to use my gift right away?”

“Hyaha! Not in front of them, Ryou-chan.”

“Yeah, not in front of us please,” you groaned, shaking your head and face palming.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Ryousuke smirked, before grabbing the gifts from under the tree and distributing them respectively.

Rolling your eyes, you reached for Kuramochi’s gift first, pulling the tissue out from the top to disclose the contents of the bag; he had gotten you a cute beanie along with a pair of matching socks, which was perfect for you, considering you didn’t have a whole lot of winter attire.

“Thanks, You-san!” you beamed as you slid the beanie onto your head to try it on.

“No problem, looks good on you,” he replied, pausing from unwrapping his own gifts to throw you a thumbs up.

“You-san always manages to find nice things for you,” Haruichi smiled at you lovingly.

“Yeah, he does.”

“Here, open aniki��s present next,” Haruichi urged as he set the gift in front of you, “I helped him pick it.”

“Okay,” you agreed as you picked it up and began to tear away at the wrapping paper encompassing the flat, but vast box. Despite the size, it felt fairly light making you more and more curious as to what it was. Ripping off the last bit of wrapping paper, you lifted the lid off the box which held a nicely folded, black trench coat.

“Oh my god, I’ve been meaning to buy a new coat but never got around to it… thank you, onii-san!”

“Haruichi mentioned it to me. I was already planning to go ice skating before I bought your gift so I figured you could use it when we go,” Ryousuke replied, a proud smile strung across his face, “Looks cute with the beanie too.”

“Thanks! I’ll definitely use both of them when we go. Maybe I’ll wear the socks too!”

Reaching for your last gift, the smallest of the three, you wondered what it was that Haruichi had gotten for you. Last year it was a necklace and the year before that, he got matching bracelets for the two of you. He was quite the romantic, so his gifts were never disappointing, which made you all the more excited to see his choice of gift this year.

Quickly unwrapping the small box, you opened the lid to find the rigid item wrapped in white tissue, so you unwrapped the gift once again and you couldn’t help the little gasp that slipped past your lips when it was finally revealed.

“Aw, Haruichi, I love it!” you announced as you stared in awe at the golden heart-shaped ornament which framed a picture of the two of you from the previous Christmas.

“He made one for us too, Ryou-chan!” Kuramochi added excitedly, holding up his ornament to display.

“I know,” Ryousuke chuckled, “I gave him our picture.”

“Thank you, Haru-chan! You always think of the best gifts,” you praised as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, cuing his cheeks and ears to turn bright red.

“Oh no, it was nothing...” he replied bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was when he was embarrassed, stroking your fingers through his soft hair before standing up to place the ornament on the tree.

“Shall we hang ours up too?” Kuramochi offered to which Ryousuke simply nodded, and so he stood up and hung his ornament shortly after you.

After all the presents were opened, the four of you worked together to tidy up the living room, before dispersing to your bedrooms to change into warm clothing for skating. Over your warm clothes, you wore the trench coat that Ryousuke gifted to you and then to top it off, Kuramochi’s beanie.

“You look good,” Haruichi hummed, gently holding you by the hips and pulling you into him.

“So do you,” you flirted back as you hooked your arms around his neck and stared into his pretty orbs.

“I meant in your new coat and beanie,” he almost whispered, his lips inching closer and closer to yours.

“You always look good,” you barely managed to say before his lips melded with yours, the hands on your hips now slithering around your waist to the small of your back to pull your body flush against his. The moment, however, was short lived, a loud knock on the door abruptly interrupting your session followed by, “C’mon slowpokes! We’re gonna leave already!”

“You guys can have sex after we get back from skating,” Ryousuke added, speaking just loud enough for you guys to hear through the door.

“Hyaha! Ryou-chan, that was mean!”

“Aniki!” Haruichi exclaimed as he quickly pulled away from you, a bewildered expression forming on his face.

“Oh yeah… So um, onii-san said that he and You-san heard us last night because they came home early…”

“They did?!” Haruichi gasped in disbelief, his cheeks flushing yet again in embarrassment, “That’s so awkward…”

“They don’t seem to think much of it, other than using it to make jokes, but that’s not too bad, right?” you assured, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him towards the door, “We should go before they get any other ideas.”

Nodding, he followed you out and the two of you met Ryousuke and Kuramochi in the living room before heading out altogether.

“Is everyone ready?” Kuramochi announced, twirling his car keys around his index finger as everyone else gathered at the front door. The three of you quickly agreed, and so you guys were off to Kuramochi’s car and on your way to the nearest skating rink. When the four of you arrived, you were relieved to see that it wasn’t terribly crowded; it would be much easier to help Haruichi if there were less people on the ice.

Haruichi hopped out of the car first, offering you a hand to help you out and you gladly accepted. Walking hand in hand, the two of you followed Ryousuke and Kuramochi to the stand to rent skates.

“You still nervous, Haru-chan?” you asked worriedly, knowing he wasn’t so excited about coming along.

“Yeah, but I’m sure I’ll be fine since I’m with you.”

You simply smiled in response, grateful that he was willing to go out of his comfort zone for you. Despite being bashful by nature, he was never afraid to push himself whether it be for baseball, school, your relationship, or anything in between; it's one of the qualities you’d always admired about him.

Once the two of you got your skates and put them on, you took your time making your way over to the rink. You knew Haruichi well enough to see that even though he’d agreed to skate for your sake, he was still apprehensive about the situation, so you did your best to make him feel more at ease and calm his nerves.

“You’ll be okay,” you encouraged, gently squeezing his hand which was interlaced with yours while your other hand stroked over his bicep assuringly.

“Thanks,” he feigned a grin, hoping to hide how anxious he was, but unfortunately for him, you already knew how he was feeling. Approaching the entrance, you pulled him aside for a brief moment to give him a hug and a little pep talk before starting.

“No matter what happens, I won’t judge you or think any less of you. It’s okay to fall, as long as you don’t hurt yourself; it’s a part of the learning process so there’s no sense in feeling ashamed of it. Okay? You got this, Haruichi!”

Relief washed over you seeing that your pep talk was to some extent successful, judging from the seemingly confident nod he gave you in response. So with that, you led him back to the entrance of the rink where the two of you would finally skate together. You stepped onto the ice first and then held out a hand for Haruichi to hold while he adjusted to the slickness of the ice, though it didn’t take him very long to get the hang of it. Haruichi sandwiched himself between you and the wall as the two of you slowly and steadily made your way around the rink’s circumference, but he was able to stop relying on the wall before you guys had even fully circled around one time.

“You’re doing really well, y’know,” you praised, glancing over at the handsome pink haired boy, “Definitely better than You-san.”

Pointing a finger toward the other couple, Haruichi’s gaze followed, easily finding his brother along with Kuramochi who was struggling tremendously and clinging on to Ryousuke for dear life.

“Well…” Haruichi chuckled, “This is his first time. I’ve skated before… it’s just that I’m bad at it.”

“I don’t think you’re bad at it though. Look, you’re hardly even holding onto me anymore, just our hands. I think you’re just not confident.”

“I suppose you might be right…” he admitted with a shy grin, “Maybe I’ll try by myself for a bit.”

“You can do it! And I’ll be right here if you need,” you reassured, raising a fist in encouragement. You felt his grip on your hand start to loosen, but just before he let go, you heard a familiar voice yelling from behind you making you whip your head to see what was going on.

“RYOU-CHAN, TOO FAST, TOO FAST!” Kuramochi cried as Ryousuke dragged him down the length of the rink.

“You’re just a chicken,” Ryousuke teased back, having no intention of slowing down anytime soon.

“Haruichi!” you gasped, yanking him towards you and slamming yourself into the wall with Haruichi following behind and slamming into you.

“Youichi, watch where you’re going. You almost killed Haruichi,” you heard Ryousuke scold Kuramochi as they sped past you, making you let out an exasperated chuckle.

“I CAN’T WHEN YOU'RE PULLING ME SO FAST!”

“I’m sorry!” Haruichi panicked, pushing himself away from you, “I hit you kind of hard…”

“I’m the one who pulled you though,” you countered, pulling him back into you again and wrapping your arms around his waist, “You didn’t like the proximity?”

“N-no that’s not it… I was just worried that I might’ve hurt you…” he stuttered as his eyes darted away from yours, a tinge of pink quickly spreading across his cheeks.

“It’s so cute when you blush,” you giggled as you brushed a finger over his tinted skin.

“You’re not helping…”

“I thought I told you love birds to wait until we got back,” Ryousuke intruded, skating up to the two of you with his hands held behind his back.

“Aniki!” Haruichi jumped, stumbling a little as he backed away from you again.

“You guys really can’t keep your hands off each other, huh?” he smirked whilst cocking his head.

“Um…” you started, clearing your throat before speaking again, “Where’s You-san?”

“On the bench over there,” Ryousuke replied, pointing to a small seating area just outside of the rink, “He said he’s done for today. Since he’s a big baby, I was going to treat him to cocoa at a nearby cafe. You guys want to come?”

Haruichi and you quickly glanced at each other for confirmation, but on the inside, both of you already knew the answer. “Yes!” you both answered in unison before following Ryousuke out of the rink.

* * *

“So did you end up enjoying it, Haruichi?” Ryousuke spoke up first, the four of you sitting around the small cafe table sipping your cocoa.

“Mhm. It turns out y/n is a great teacher,” Haruichi replied happily as he turned his head towards you to acknowledge you.

“It was all you though,” you praised, not wanting him to sell himself short again.

“That’s good, I’m glad,” Ryousuke gave his younger brother a proud smile, “Youichi is a terrible student.”

“You’re a terrible teacher!” Kuramochi argued angrily and pouted at the older boy, “You just bullied me the entire time.”

“Masochists learn best through suffering, Youichi.”

“I’m not a masochist!”

“Okay, keep telling yourself that.”

While the other couple continued to bicker, you placed your hand over Haruichi’s before speaking, “I’m glad you had fun, Haru-chan. Would you be down to do this again next Christmas?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever say this about skating, but I’d love to. I think if I get more practice in, it could definitely become an enjoyable winter hobby for me.”

“Yay! It’s a plan then! And maybe next time, we can go without them,” you whispered, pointing toward the two men sitting across the table, “And we can go to a love motel after.” Throwing him a wink, a smile crept onto his face along with his signature rosy cheeks as he gave you a little nod.

“Sounds good to me.”

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