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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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30 FAVE BOOKMARKS of 2020

Happy New Year’s Eve-Eve, everyone!!

And welcome to the Last Fic Rec Wednesday of 2020! No one asked for this at all, but I enjoy making unprompted lists for everyone, and I’ve been doing this list since January 2020 :P

I’ve read some FANTASTIC fics this year, and now seems like a good time as any to share with y’all some of those amazing fics I’ve added to List of Love! I had to even whittle it down today to get it to 25 – the number I like as a “top xx” thing, so I am very disheartened that a lot of my bookmarks this year didn’t make the list :( It’s been a long time since I’ve done a “last XX bookmarked fics” list, maybe I’ll do one of those soon.

First off let’s start with 5 honourable mentions of Other Fandom fics, because I spent a lot of my summer indulging in my renewed Rimmster ship so I have a few amazing RD fics y’all should read LOL

FIVE OTHER-FANDOM HONOURABLE MENTIONS

Réveillon by Big_Edies_Sun_Hat (T, 6,431 w., 3 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || Christmas Eve, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, International Travel, Moments in Time, Historical / Biblical Interpretation) – After a gloomy history with Christmas, Aziraphale shows Crowley how he has learned to seek out the good in it by traveling around the world on Christmas Eve. Highlights include: the Annunciation; potholes; international teleportation; peace and hope; arson; Lupe gets a doll of her very own.

Out With It by Clipped_Ionian_Vowels (T, 10,255 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-Ace, Reclaimed Slurs, Getting Together, Sexuality, Coming Out) – Rimmer finally comes home, hangs up the wig and decides to set the crew 'straight' about one thing; he's not. And neither, it transpires, is Lister.

Standards by Kahvi & Roadsterguy (E, 11,725 w., 2 Ch. || RED DWARF || Hard Light Rimmer, Bickering, Humour, First Time, Over-Protective Kryten, Cranky Rimmer, Exploring Derelicts, Arguing Leads to Awkward Flirting, Showering Together, Intense Orgasms) – Yet another supply raid on a derelict leads Rimmer and Lister to an argument, which in turn leads to... something that's still fairly close to an argument. You get lonely in space, but you do have standards.

speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13,750 w., 4 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || POV Crowley, UST/URT, Mutual Pining, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Crowley’s Anxiety, Gift Giving, Humour, Touching, Awkwardness, Love Confessions, Sussex, Fantasies Become Real, Marriage Proposal, Sensuality, Bottom Crowley) – There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.

Hand in Glove by lizardkid (T, 14,223 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-S9, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Hurt/Comfort, Lister Whump, Worried Rimmer, Ableist Language, Cuddling) – Lister is mortally wounded in an accident. Rimmer is forced to reassess everything.

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AND NOW: The reason y’all are here! Please know I love EVERYTHING I’ve read and bookmarked, just these ones have really stuck with me and I’ve already re-read a few of these, so yeah, please do enjoy.

Please note that these fics aren’t all necessarily NEW fics for 2020, more like they were new to ME, and ergo, I bookmarked and started reccing them this year! There are a few newer fics, though, so yeah, apologies if you were expecting only new things.

Hope you all have a good New Year’s Day, and I hope this list makes the long weekend a great one until my FIRST Fic Rec Sunday of 2021! I might do two on Sunday just to celebrate the new year, hahah. <3 Love you all!

TOP 25 JOHNLOCK BOOKMARKS OF 2020

SEE ALSO:

Top 20 Bookmarks of 2018

Top 25 Bookmarks of 2019

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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I Get It Now

Requested: 🙅‍♀️

Summary: "I never understood why all those people in movies and T.V. shows would get so bent out of shape when they found out their dead beat parent had a new life. After years of never seeing them. Like, I guess I thought they should just be happy that they’re better... But, seeing him, like that? I get it...”

Warning: angst, drama, jealously, implied sex but no actual smut

Author’s Note: So... I was re-watching the Good Place a little while back and wept when Eleanor found her mom finally being the mom that she always wanted -- to someone else. Cut to: last week and, for some reason, I had the idea to write something about Tyler with this idea in mind. That he was always capable of change but that (Y/N) just wasn’t worth changing for... So much angst! I’M SO READY TO WEEP Y’ALL! Hope you are too! It’s a little long but oh well! It also didn’t quite turn out like I imagined it would but I hope you get at least a little bit weepy! That’s the goal anyway, lol. ENJOY!

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“It’s over” you texted knowing full well that you’d be back in his bed before too long but you needed to at least say you sent the words to Tyler so you could lie to your friends about how you ‘tried to get over him’

“Good.” He sent back and you threw your phone onto your mattress, watching as it landed on the corner and flew somewhere in your room before the sound of the fragile screen breaking was all you could hear. “Shit” you thought to yourself, hoping that the phone still worked, coming face to face with Tyler’s last message when you unlocked your phone and let out a sigh of relief. You started a few texts that night but never sent any to the Stars’ Centre, choosing to ultimately silence your phone and try to fall asleep.

“Oh my god, you’re still here!” Daniel joked as he let himself into your apartment the next morning

“I don’t work today...” you replied, groggily, sitting up as your friend rummaged through your closet

“Oh, that’s not what I was referring to...” he laughed, “Olivia and I had a bet going of whether or not you would’ve slunk back over to Seguin’s place last night. I lost. I owe her $20.”

“You guys don’t get it...” you argued, throwing a small pillow at his back, “this has been going on for years. The will they won’t they thing? It’s all foreplay”

“You’re delusional” he turned his back just to scowl at you before Olivia busted through the front door herself

“She’s still here! You owe be $20, D!” she yelled and you groaned at the two of them before throwing your blanket over your head

“I’m not delusional!” you called out but the words were muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth, causing your friends to ask you to repeat yourself, “I’m not delusional!” you huffed as you flung the blanket off of you and made your way to your kitchen

“Is this about Tyler?” Olivia asked Daniel

“Who else? What else?”

“Of course you’re delusional” she snarled

“Why?”

“Do you really think he’s going to stop being the party boy that you’ve known for years just because you love him?” She asked snidely

“Whoa whoa whoa, no one said anything about love.”

“So you’re not hopelessly in love with the guy?” Daniel chimed in from your bedroom, where he was still going through your closet for some reason

“Of course not!”

“So... you don’t have a separate ringtone and text tone for him that wakes you up in the middle of the night more than anyone else’s?” Olivia added

“I have separate sounds for everyone. It’s how I know to completely ignore the two of you when I’m hungover”

“Har har” Daniel said snidely

“That doesn’t prove anything” you replied

“Fine. If you’re not in love with him, why are you wasting so much breath on him?” Olivia asked

“The sex is good”

“That’s it?!” Daniel screeched, finally coming into the room to complain to you, “the sex isn’t even great? it’s just good? It should be AMAZING for you to talk about this guy as much as you do.”

“Unless you’re in love with him..”

“Why would I be in love with him? He’s not capable of love. I don’t want love right now. I want to have fun. He wants to have fun”

“Oh bullshit” Olivia yelled and you rolled your eyes

“Come on, guys. I don’t need all this shit right now... I--”

“You say he’s not capable of love?” Daniel interrupted, “do you think that you’re not capable of love?”

“I don’t need love from anyone other than me right now. I’m in my twenties, a time for me to be inexplicably selfish, okay?”

“(Y/N)! COME ON!” Olivia scoffed, falling against the back of the chair where she sat, “everyone needs love. Especially in their twenties. This guy is a fuckboy and you need more than a stupid, fucking fuckboy. I mean, for one night they’re fine. But any more than that? It’s just...”

“Sad” Daniel finished her thought, leading Olivia to snap her fingers and point at him and you scoffed at the two of them

“Whatever” you said

“Look, babe, all we’re trying to say is that you deserve better. Because, deny it as much as you want, you want to love. You want to be loved. And I don’t think Tyler’s gonna be the one to give it to you.” Daniel said

“He could be...” you tried and they both gave you a look that you knew meant they thought you were wrong, “listen, how ‘bout this? I’ll present him the idea of us being... a couple, and if he doesn’t go for it then I’ll end things.”

“Oh you will, will you?” Olivia laughed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You were as shocked as anyone that Tyler had heard you out and agreed to give the whole dating thing a shot. Yet, there you were, on your one year anniversary with him and you felt like you had finally found what you were looking for.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler asked you when he noticed you seemed to be in your own world

“What?” you said before snapping back to him, “sorry. Yeah, I’m fine...”

“Not what I asked”

“What did you ask then?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine, I guess I’m just a little distracted...”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just am...”

“Can I do something?”

“No,” you smiled before grabbing his hand from across the table, “I’m sorry. I’m here with you.” He returned your smile and rubbed his thumb across your hand as the two of you continued your date night. As the night drew on, Tyler suggested that the two of you go dancing, an activity you reluctantly agreed to since you could only imagine where the night might go if either of you had too much to drink.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered in your ear as the two of you danced close to each other

“You’re not so bad yourself” you smiled as your hand crept up to the back of his neck so your fingers could tangle in his hair

“Can you believe we’ve lasted an entire year?” He asked, earning a scoff from you and you shook your head

“Only a little bit” you chirped and he squeezed your sides, forcing a squeal to escape your lips. The song ended and you took Tyler to the bar for a few shots before you noticed the stares of nearly every girl at the bar following him around, leading you to look him up and down before eventually turning your body toward him, “I really, really, really, really, really, really like you” you sung at him and he leaned in to kiss you

“Wanna go somewhere?” he asked and you nodded as seductively as you could manage. The two of you began walking to the cabs outside but when you nibbled at his neck playfully, he changed course and took you into the bathroom; locking the door as soon as both of you were in. He kissed your neck feverishly as he directed you to the cold bathroom counter where you were met by damp paper towels and a small puddle of water

“Ugh!” you let out a grunt as you tried to wipe away the water from the thin fabric of your sleeve

“Just leave it,” Tyler whispered as he lifted you onto the counter to continue kissing your neck, “it won’t be on you for long.” You laughed at his suggestion, continuing to kiss his lips and feel his fingers caress your skin, slowly, gently, until he couldn’t take it anymore. When the two of you exited the room, rather indiscreetly, you felt... cheap, and the feeling didn’t go away when he tried to continue his actions in the cab ride home.

“I need to get out of this dress” you complained the second you stepped foot through Tyler’s front door

“Yes. Yes. I like that idea very much” he smiled, inching his hands closer to you in an attempt to help you

“Not what I meant. I feel gross in it after that bathroom...”

“Let me help you” he laughed

“I’ve got it thanks.” You snapped and he stepped back

“Hang on, did I do something?”

“Aside from fucking me in a dirty club bathroom?”

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t really see you rejecting me?”

“I’m not saying I didn’t want to have sex with you, I guess I just thought you would have the diligence to wait until we got back here...” you argued before the dogs started circling the two of you, barking when each of you raised your voices

“Usually, it would be considered a compliment for a guy not to be able to keep his hands off his girl”

“Tyler...” you rolled your eyes, letting out a deep sigh, “why can’t we just be respectful in public?”

“Respectful? How are we not being respectful?”

“I guess I just mean classy...”

“Oh classy..” he scoffed, “I get it. So, you want to go hang out a country club event and be bored out of our fucking minds just so you can rub elbows with, what? the Ultra-Elite?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you rolled your eyes once more, “I don’t care where we go. We could go to a dive bar in every fucking city we go to. I’m not talking about a classy event or place. I’m just saying, you know, maybe we don’t have to fuck in the bathroom at whatever place we end up at”

“Alright,” he scoffed, turning his back to you to grab a glass of water, “maybe we should just call it a night, huh?” You grabbed your phone and ordered an Uber, convinced that’s what he wanted for the night, before storming away from him. All you could think to yourself was how much you hated that the night was ending this way.

Tyler’s P.O.V.

What a way to end your one year anniversary with (Y/N). You knew she was expecting you to follow her out after she stormed out of your house but you just weren’t having it for the night; so you let her leave without saying anything more. It wasn’t like you intended to have sex in the club bathroom but she was whispering in your ear and the many, many, tequila shots you’d both done that night were playing keep away with your better judgement but this was not how you saw the night ending. With your girlfriend storming out and you diving face first into your pillows. Alone.

“I’m sorry” you texted the next morning, sending a follow up when she didn’t answer, “I was drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight...” Still no answer so you rolled your eyes before falling back into the couch, shooting up when you heard your phone ding

“Whatcha up to tonight?” Brett texted, forcing you to sigh

“Nothing...”

“Wanna get drunk and flirt with some chicks?”

“Dude... I can’t” you replied

“Why not? Mike’s got the whole thing set up. He’s got VIP passes for Posty and there will be a buffet of girls for us to choose from. Come on, Ty.”

“Come on, Brett, you know I’m with (Y/N)”

“That’s not serious”

“Uhh.. yeah. Yes, it is.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really. We just had our one year anniversary last night. Thanks for caring”

“If it’s so serious, where is she? Why do you have no plans tonight?”

“We’re both hungover. Plus, I gotta train still. For, you know, my job...”

“You got drunk last night? On your anniversary?”

“We had some celebratory shots”

“Have some more.”

“Brett”

“Tyler”

“I’m serious”

“Not about her you’re not”

“Very funny”

“I’ll be over at your place at 6 to pick you up”

“I’m not going”

“Sure. See you then.” You rolled your eyes at Brett’s disregard for your refusal of his invitation, huffing at the fact that (Y/N) still hadn’t responded to you. You checked your phone more than you thought than you ever thought you would and it was starting to drive you insane, so much so that you told Brett that you’d changed your mind, “Yup. Pick you up at 6.”

Your friends told you that they saw something on Instagram about Tyler hooking up with some girl at an after party with Mike. You wanted it to shock you but it really didn’t. That didn’t stop you from yelling at Tyler about it though

“YOU WOULDN’T TALK TO ME!” he yelled back

“SO?! YOUR SOLUTION IS TO GO AND HOOK UP WITH SOME RANDOM CHICK AT A RANDOM PARTY?!”

“WE WERE JUST HAVING FUN!”

“ARE YOU NOT DENYING THAT YOU CHEATED ON ME?”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT!”

“TYLER! YOU JUST SAID YOU WERE ‘JUST HAVING FUN’ WITH THIS CHICK”

“YES! ALL OF US, AT THAT PARTY, WERE JUST HAVING FUN”

“OH MY GOD!!” you rubbed your temples in frustration, “Why wouldn’t you try to warn me?”

“There was nothing to warn you about” he said, calming his voice so he could actually speak to you

“Except the fact that there were pictures everywhere of you with this chick. And you looking exceptionally drunk as she led you around”

“Nothing happened”

“How do I know that?”

“You’ll just have to trust me”

“Given the way we started,” you scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest, “do you blame me for having a hard time believing you?”

“That’s not fair...”

“Fair or not, Ty, you went out with these people and didn’t tell me. You followed around a girl all night, got photographed with her and didn’t tell me. So I couldn’t prepare myself for the inevitable questions I was going to get from my friends”

“It’s not my fault your friends are so consumed with gossip sites!” his voice was beginning to rise once more but you just stood in front of him with your arms crossed, trying to keep your voice steady

“What are we even doing, Tyler?” you asked abruptly and he stepped back

“What do you mean?”

“Do you actually want to be in a relationship? Or are you just wasting my time?”

“Me? Wasting your time?” he questioned, and you nodded as your eyes grew wide, “Oh please. You’re getting exactly what you want from me. You didn’t want to be a booty call anymore, you’re not. You wanted to be a couple, we are. I’m being forced to drop everything for you, at every turn, and chase after you whenever you get pissed and run off; like you did the other night”

“All you want is a booty call, Tyler!” you shouted, dropping your arms finally and stepping toward him as he turned to walk away, “I asked you if you wanted to try dating but I guess I should’ve made it clear that I also meant ‘no booty calls from other girls,’ I thought it was obvious but maybe not!”

“I DIDN’T HOOK UP WITH THAT GIRL! I DIDN’T HOOK UP WITH ANYONE!”

“BUT YOU WANT TO!” you yelled and it forced him to furrow his brow at you, “YOU WANT THE OPPORTUNITY TO HOOK UP WITH EVERY GIRL YOU CAN. YOU WANT THE CHANCE TO GO OUT AND GET DRUNK WITH YOUR FRIENDS WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AT PRACTICE THE NEXT DAY! YOU DON’T WANT A RELATIONSHIP!”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!”

“I THINK IT IS!”

“OF COURSE YOU DO! BECAUSE THAT MEANS THAT YOU’RE NOT IN THE WRONG HERE! THAT I’M THE VILLAIN!”

“I’M NOT TRYING TO MAKE YOU THE VILLAIN?!”

“YOU DON’T WANT ME EITHER!” he finally admitted and you felt your eyes start to water

“Of course I want you” you whispered

“YOU WANT WHAT I CAN GIVE YOU. WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU BUT THAT’S IT”

“No--”

“YOU SURE AS HELL DON’T WANT A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME!” he continued to yell while you stood silently in front of him, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself, “IF YOU DID, YOU’D TRY HARDER TO MEET ME HALF WAY!” You were at a loss for words because you didn’t see a way that this argument would end and leave your relationship with Tyler in tact, so you stood in front of him with tears falling down your cheeks before you could wipe them away so Tyler didn’t see. You tried to think of something to say but everything that came to mind just felt like something to fill the air, when Tyler spoke up again, “I’m sorry,” he said softly but he didn’t move from where he stood, “I shouldn’t have yelled like that...”

“It’s my fault...” you replied, “I.. I guess I didn’t think you felt that way. I shouldn’t have yelled at you”

“I guess I should’ve handled the situation differently”

“Maybe we should’ve talked about all of this sooner...”

“Maybe...” he slid his hands in his pockets sheepishly as your eyes dropped to the floor

“This is it, isn’t it?” you said, biting your lip before he answered, “we’re done?”

“I think so...” he replied, catching your eyes when you finally lifted your head and you nodded to yourself to stop the tears from falling.

“Alright..” you smiled before inhaling sharply and turning on your heels, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this way...”

“Me either,” Tyler responded, following you to the door, “but I think it’s best we end it now...” You smiled sadly at his admission before pushing yourself up to lay a soft kiss to his cheek

“For what it’s worth,” you said as you lowered your feet back on the ground, “I think I really did love you...” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead but didn’t say anything more; leaving you to walk to your car and ride back to your apartment with no sense of closure.

Six Years Later

Tyler’s P.O.V

She came out of nowhere. Honestly. One second, you were swiping on every girl in a 5 mile radius on Bumble, the next you had found yourself quarantining in Dallas with this girl that you were only casually seeing six months earlier. After (Y/N), you told yourself you were just going to focus on your game and that dating wasn’t an option but that didn’t mean that finding someone wasn’t something you wanted. You really were tired of being lonely.

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” she texted when Dallas became the Western Conference Champions, “you’re gonna win. I can feel it.” You smiled at her words and felt an incredible sense of calm rush over you; a feeling you’d never quite experienced before.

“Don’t jinx it!” you wrote back, followed closely by a crying laughing emoji

“I would never!”

“I love you” you smiled as you sent your confession to her, not registering that it was the first time you had ever said it, to anyone, and really meant it

“I love you, too.” You were called to practice after that and had to end the conversation there but, for some reason, it made you think about your relationship with (Y/N) and you wondered where she might in her life now

“Ty!” Jamie called to grab your attention while you finally made your way to the ice. You continued to think about your past relationships, and how they changed you for the relationship you’re in now, but one face kept popping into your mind that left a sinking feeling in your gut. You missed (Y/N) but the two of you weren’t right for each other. Not for the time that you were with her. Not for the time that you met. Not since she practically followed you from Boston to Dallas and knew your reputation more than she knew you. But the feeling that you got left you concerned about what she might think about you now if you were ever to run into her when you went back home.

You had been watching the insanity of the 2020 Stanley Cup Playoffs even though your friends tried to convince you that watching Tyler play was too painful

“It’s been six years” you argued

“Yeah it has,” Daniel started, “so tell me why you still follow him on Instagram?”

“Or Snapchat” Olivia added

“Or why you decided to follow his girlfriend’s Tiktok?”

“YEAH!” Olivia’s girlfriend, Penny, shouted from the kitchen and you laughed

“You’re just making yourself miserable” Amanda said from the table as you sat down across from her

“I’m not!” you scoffed before rolling your eyes at the people in front of you, “I’m not making myself miserable. I’m allowed to keep track of..”

“Are you though? I would never NEVER keep track of an ex” Daniel asked

“And let’s be real,” Amanda added, “you were always more of a hook up to him than a girlfriend”

“Whoa, that’s harsh. We dated for a year...”

“Yeah, but, he was still in his ‘party boy’ phase” she said

“So...?” you furrowed your brow

“So...” Daniel continued Amanda’s thought, “he’s different now. The ‘relationship’ you had with him was more fun than serious. The one he’s in now? that’s the serious one.”

“Whatever...” you huffed, dismissing them and changing the topic, “I’m happy they’re doing well in the playoffs”

“What?” Daniel and Olivia said, catching glimpses of each other as the words left their mouths

“They had a rough start but they’re still playing well... Even still, Tampa will probably win,” they all looked at you with confusion, “what? Overall, they’re the better team!”

“(Y/N)...” Penny said gently, “you don’t even like Tampa”

“I mean they’re not my team, but they do have talent on their team...”

“You just don’t want Tyler to win...” Amanda replied, trailing off as she finished her sentence

“What?” you exclaimed, feigning shock, “that’s not true”

“No, it’s not about Tyler,” Olivia added, “it’s about his girlfriend.” You looked up to see your friends’ expressions and you tried to argue it but Daniel stopped you before you could, explaining Olivia’s point further

“She doesn’t want Dallas to win because that means Tyler’s new girlfriend gets to date a ‘Stanley Cup Champion,’” he almost teased, “somehow you think she’s not worthy of it”

“That’s not true!” you raised your voice at him, “besides, he’s already won the cup. She’s already been dating a Stanley Cup Champion. So was I”

“Yeah but not freshly. You never got to see the Cup, hold it, or touch it or whatever...” Olivia said

“Does it matter? It wouldn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t win it. He did. The same goes for this new girl, it’s not her trophy, not her win. It’ll be his”

“So.. you do think they’ll win?” Daniel asked, leading you to finally stand up

“Sure. They’ve got as good a chance as ever, I guess,” you admitted before making your way toward your bedroom, “but Tampa is Tampa... they always manage to win.” Before anyone could argue with you about your bouncing back and forth, or about what your words meant, you escaped into your bedroom and closed the door behind you. It didn’t take long for someone to open your door but you were surprised to see Penny standing at the foot of your bed instead of Olivia or Daniel, “Penny? what are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” she smiled at you, noticing you wipe away a stray tear, “I could tell there was something more going on. Something that wasn’t being said...”

“Yeah what’s that?”

“That you still love him”

“Yeah that’s pretty obvious, Penny. I never stopped loving him, but thanks for your insight”

“All I meant was that there’s something you don’t want Livy or Danny to know. Even if they can see it from a mile away”

“That something being that I’m still in love with the guy who broke up with me a couple days after our one year anniversary?”

“That... or the fact that you miss him...” she said and you sighed before bringing your hands to cover your face

“I just... ugh, I don’t know” you groaned

“You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to but I’m here... if you need a completely impartial third-party to talk to.” You looked up at Penny, her soft smile comforting you more than you realized you’d needed

“You know those movies or shows when someone’s parent leaves because they’re like an addict or something and then they have to go to rehab or something? Then the kid finds them again years later and they’re a totally different person?”

“Yeah?” she replied, furrowing her brow at your question

"I never understood why all those people in movies and T.V. shows would get so bent out of shape when they found out their dead beat parent had a new life. After years of never seeing them. Like, I guess I thought they should just be happy that they’re better... But, seeing him, like that? with her? I get it...”

“You do?”

“I’m so happy for Tyler. And for his new relationship. I am. I mean, sure, maybe I’m a little jealous but it’s not because of the Stanley Cup stuff...”

“You’re jealous of their relationship?”

“I’m angry at their relationship. I’m angry at him! I’m mad that he picked a girl so much younger than him when he’s not in his party phase anymore. I mean, I’m a nice person right?” you asked and she nodded in agreement, “right, so why didn’t I get this version of Tyler that he is now? Why did I get the guy who partied every night and treated women like they were just pieces of flesh for him to screw whenever he had the chance? Why did I fall for it every time he called or texted me and said that he missed me? Why did he leave Boston claiming to want to start fresh but still end up being the same guy that he was there? Why, after finally getting him to try being in a relationship, did he just give up? Why wouldn’t he try? Why wasn’t I enough for him?”

“I don’t k--”

“Why couldn’t he love me?” you interrupted her as tears began to stream down your face, “I wanted him so badly that I was willing to degrade myself for him. And I know that should’ve been a red flag but I loved him. At least I think I did. I wanted him to be this guy. The guy who was sweet and soft and gentle and who let me make stupid little videos for Instagram or whatever. The guy who wasn’t afraid to post pictures with me and say ‘that’s my girlfriend!’ I wanted what he’s so willing to give to her. And I don’t understand why I wasn’t the girl he wanted to be that person for...”

“It’s just about timing...” she said as she sat down gently beside you, “he didn’t know who he was yet when he was with you and it sucks that you had to be the one he was figuring out things with but”

“Someone’s gotta do it?” you interjected but Penny just tilted her head at your words

“But...” she continued, “maybe it’s for the best. You were both young and quick to rush into things when you weren’t ready. A year long relationship at 21, 22 when you guys ended things, is a long time. You’re both different people now.”

“What if I’m not?” you asked, tears still falling from your eyes but your voice more steady than before, “what if I’m still that girl because I never got over him?”

“You’re not” she tried, rubbing your shoulder to reassure you

“How do you know? You didn’t know me then...”

“I’ve heard stories,” she laughed, “besides, you said it yourself. You were willing to degrade yourself for Tyler back then. The (Y/N) I know would never let someone treat her like anything less than a god damn queen because she knows she deserves it.”

“I just wanted to be wanted...” you sighed, “to be loved... Because all this means is that Daniel and Olivia were right. That all this time, Tyler was capable of love. Capable of being the boyfriend I wanted him to be, the boyfriend I knew he could be but that he was only just a fuckboy when he was with me which meant that he didn’t want to love me”

“It doesn’t mean that...” she said softly before Olivia and Daniel finally came through the door, clearly having been listening to the entire conversation

“He wasn’t ready to love you” Olivia added, kneeling down in front of you

“He wanted to,” Daniel said, sitting down on the bed next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to comfort you, “he just didn’t know how”

“Bullshit” you moped

“It’s true!” Olivia argued, “anytime we saw you two together, we could tell he was crazy about you. He was just in a weird place after Boston. So going from there to here, it was obvious to us he wasn’t expecting a relationship.”

“All he was expecting were hook ups but you came along, and he liked you”

“So when you asked for a relationship, he didn’t want to lose you, so he agreed”

“Even though he didn’t really know how to be in a relationship yet”

“Why me then?” you shouted, “you say he just wanted hook ups and not a relationship because he didn’t know how but why was it me that he didn’t know how to be in a relationship with? Because he sure as hell managed with Ali”

“Don’t compare your relationship to Ali’s”

“They were a mess together”

“And we weren’t?” you exclaimed

“You’re looking for problems, trying to poke holes in our logic”

“No, I’m not. I just wish I had the answers.”

“Don’t we all, babe,” Olivia smiled, rubbing your knee, “but sometimes we just have to live with the fact that the only answers we have are the answers that lead to more questions...”

“You were a very important part of his life, of his growth,” Daniel added, “don’t forget that, don’t devalue yourself because you weren’t the one he ended up with.”

“I just wish...”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, “don’t wish you could do it again. Don’t wish you could change his mind. Don’t wish you could be her...”

“Because you can’t” Olivia added

“And you don’t want to be” Amanda said

“You want to be able to be you. Not someone else,” Penny started, “you deserve to be happy.”

“How do I do that when I’ve never really gotten over him?”

“One step at a time” Daniel said

“Don’t Jordin Sparks me” you laughed

“It’s true, though,” Amanda continued, “you’ll learn to get over him. Even if it takes another six years. And then you’ll find the person that makes you the happiest version of yourself”

“And we’ll be here to help you through it” Olivia added, gesturing to the group around you

“Whether you want us or not” Daniel teased, earning a laugh from you

“Thanks guys...” you sighed, wiping away the wetness that the tears left on your face as your friends encapsulated you in a hug that left you feeling warm and, for the first time in years, at ease.

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Tangled Webs - Chapter Five (Peter Parker x Reader)

Dark Webs Masterlist | Tangled Webs Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, language, Smut (smut in this chapter!), Topics of death and depression, PTSD, more angst, violence, a bit more fluff and smut than the last series? Somewhat ignoring the MCU timeline due to mature content

Word Count: 5922

Summary: After doing your best to walk on eggshells around Peter, you finally reach the boiling point as you and him face (most) of your drama head on...

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to post! But trust me, I think this chapter is worth it! There’s a lot of angst but some smut as well so I hope you guys enjoy this! I’m nervous af so please let me know what you guys think! Your sweet words and comments always make me smile! (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N

Local deli, ‘Delmars Delicatessen,’ was robbed early yesterday morning, leaving the owner minorly injured. Sources say the burglar managed to steal over $25,000 in cash from a cash safe in the back room. Officials have no word on how the burglars were aware of such a safe in the first place but suspects as of late are currently former employees.

The only identification of the potential burglar is that it was female. The woman who robbed the store managed to stun the owner with a taser and left him on the floor as she cracked the code to his safe and left him.

Spider-Man was not on scene during the robbery, making it the first actual successful burglary since the start of these random acts. Officials stated that the webbed avenger was off securing the Hudson River from a potential attack; making the burglary an open opportunity.

The Queensboro Police Department announced that they will be on high alert in the area in regards to catching the female burglar. The descriptions of the woman are currently nondescript, as she was wearing a blask mask and had no distinctive marks.

The previous five attempted burglaries within the Queensboro and Forest Hill area were all brought in to authorities by Queens’ very own, Spider-Man. There has been no comment or any sort of proclamation by any authority that any or all of these burglaries are related. However, locals have taken to believe that they are and are doing whatever they can to feel safe.

Spider-Man has released an exclusive statement with The Daily Globe saying he will be on a watch of his own to capture this masked woman in order to bring her in.

You tensed as you stared at the cover story with a wary look. You never had to write a news story about yourself before and it wasn’t a good look at that. You felt as if you were about to throw up and the worst thing was that Peter had no idea you wrote this about yourself.

A bad thing was done. A really bad thing. And you were the one responsible. You hurt a man who has never done any harm to you. A man who always treated you and Peter well whenever you went to visit him and his shop. And what you did to him last night was completely unforgivable.

You weren’t in control and you knew that. But it was still your body and you had to take responsibility for your body. Your hands being the only ones who put that mask over your eyes last night. Your feet being the ones who ran all the way to Delmars before it opened. Your fingers pushing the trigger of your taser gun to stun Mr. Delmar right into his side. Your leg being the one that kicked the safe open with your new strength, grabbing everything inside and using the same exact legs to run out of there before the sun came up.

You did as you were told but it was still you. And now because of that, you were wanted.

It wasn’t surprising that when Peter came home, he came home with a story for you to write. He just had no idea it was your story. He knew you needed a story for the Daily Globe and were doing so well covering these random robberies, he wanted you to spread the word to everyone in the city. It resonated with Peter a lot and you could tell how much this hurt him seeing his friend going through something like this. All because of you.

Peter wanted to find this person, you. He came home with such defeat, which was why he wanted you to write this story so badly. To scare the one who robbed Delmars that Spider-Man was looking for you. And he wasn’t going to rest until he brought you to justice.

You were also a reporter and you had a job to do. You couldn’t stop writing about the news because you were the news. And you had a reputation to uphold so you knew you couldn’t lie about what Peter had seen, that wouldn’t help anybody. The only thing you could do was withhold information that only Peter knew. The information Peter found out that the authorities wouldn’t believe. The corrupt or cons going on that Peter brought to justice.

And now you were part of that category, weren’t you?

You could barely even look at the article, or Peter reading it from across the table as he sipped on his coffee. The look on his face was something that he was proud of you, but you knew that if he knew the truth that he would be nothing but disgusted and horrified by you.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t tell him either. You couldn’t risk it after learning what Octavious would do to Peter if he found out. You already had so much blood on your hands as it was, Peter’s sure as hell wasn’t going to be one of them. Throughout all of this, you had to keep him safe no matter what.

Your hand went to your chest, holding your spider-web pendant against your palm as you watched Peter’s reaction as he continued to read, “I hope I covered everything,” you told him with an unsteady voice.

“You said it better than I did,” Peter told you, giving you a somewhat sigh of relief as he put the article down and gave you a proud smile. There wasn’t anything for him to be proud of though as you sat there awkwardly as he leaned over to kiss you cheek to let you know how he felt, “This is going to nail that woman to the wall, I know it,” he added lowly.

Nearly choking on your coffee, you let out an awkward laugh as you nodded your head. How could you even respond to something like that without sounding suspicious? Or without Octavious listening in and threatening you again that he would kill Peter. Because you knew he’d be listening in.

“Peter, are you sure that this was a good idea? How do you know that whoever this woman was hasn’t already fled the country? Or how do you know that she isn’t looking for you too?” you tried. You knew Peter could sometimes let things get to him a bit quicker when they were so personal to him. And you were hoping to maybe knock some sense into him to stand down a bit while you waited for Octavious to finish using you for whatever he needed you.

Peter scoffed as he grabbed his EDITH glasses, flashing you a cocky smile, “Y/N, please. I’ve seen her type thousands of times. The day I can’t handle an armed robber is the day I really do retire and go to that lake house,” he said to you as he tipped his head close to yours and captured your bottom lip.

Kissing him back, you tried not to make it obvious how nervous you were with him finding out the truth. What if he figured it out on his own? There was no way in hell that you could lie to him about it if he did. You worried about Peter constantly and now you were worried about him even more because you were afraid that you were going to hurt him. Both emotionally and physically.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” Peter answered as he pulled away from the kiss, pecking your lips once more before he started heading down to the gym to practice, “Like I say, I’m just your henchman, right?” he laughed into another kiss as he slid his EDITH glasses up the bridge of your nose.

You mustered up a nod, “Love you,” you told Peter as you sent him towards the elevator to head out for the afternoon, leaving you face to face with the hack job of an article you had written.

It stared back at you like it had fangs and red eyes, like it was evil. And suddenly, you felt that way about yourself. Rereading the words you used to describe yourself; you read over again how many people were looking for you and how severely you hurt Mr. Delmar. And you had no idea what that sweet man had anything to do with Octavious’ plan.

What else was he going to have you do? Or who else was he going to have you hurt? You had a horrible feeling he wasn’t going to be done with you any time soon and that made you feel even more sick. Not to mention, based off the transmission you weren’t supposed to receive the other night during Peter’s mission, you knew Octavious wasn’t working alone; and there were things, bad things, that he didn’t want you hearing. At least not yet.

After staring at the paper for so long, you grabbed it and ripped it in half, flinging it across the room as if it were confetti. You couldn’t look at the mess you made anymore because the thoughts of what was going to happen next were too upsetting. You knew it would be inevitable before the next and you were only getting stronger. You didn’t know what you were capable of anymore.

“You did a stupendous job, sweetheart,” Octavious’ voice came through giddily. His happy-go-lucky tone made you even more sick to your stomach as you got up from your chair with fury.

“The money is yours, just get out of my head,” you told him, beginning to march up towards the lab to get his cash out of the safe. You needed out of this...whatever it was. And you were hoping the money would be enough.

“It’s not that simple. And you’re just what I need to finish this, so we’re not done quite yet,” Octavious chuckled in your head, which only made you want to cry right then and there.

It was then when you realized he wasn’t ever planning on letting you go. Not even if you were done. You were strong and capable of a lot and he knew that now. And because he knew that, he was turning you into his own personalized weapon. Because he’d never get caught when it came to you. And even if you got caught, they’d never find the chip in your head that traced back to him. Octavious would get off scot free and find someone else to manipulate.

You knew Octavious wasn’t acting alone. There was someone else, maybe a partner or even a puppet master of his own that was calling these shots. You knew you weren’t his first test subject but you didn’t know what happened to the others. Did they get killed? Or did the microchips not take like yours did? Maybe it made them sick? There had to be a reason why Octavious was keeping you over the rest, it was because you were the only success story thus far.

“Then you gotta tell me who else I’m working for,” you demanded as you unlocked the lab, heading over to your secret stash. Opening the safe as you saw the entire motherlode staring right back at you. Your mask, the loads upon loads of cash, and your unopened bottles. Everything you had been dying to get rid of.

“Do you really think you have power over me, sweetheart?” Octavious said as he suddenly forced you to lean into the safe and grab the bottle, “You’re nothing without me. You’re his proxy who writes little articles about what he wants while you drink away the pain. Thanks to me, I’m making you something,” he told you as he let go of you.

You slammed the bottle down on the floor, taking a step away from it, “What do you want with Peter? He’s no use to you and you have to know that I don’t control him,” you tried again as you tried to fight back the tears once again.

But Doctor Octavious laughed maniacally as you remained seated on the floor, staring down at the bottle that was beginning to look more and more appetizing the more you stared at it. But you knew Octavious wasn’t the one making you crave it right now, that was coming from you.

The stress and anxiety was eating at you bit by bit. Needing something so badly to take some of your pain away, even just temporarily. Fighting with your brain and going back and forth, hearing Peter’s voice in the back of your head. You knew you should refrain yourself, that’s what you wanted overall. You turned your head away from the bottle, fighting with your vision to not look at the temptation that was before you.

“I beg to differ. There’s a lot of things that worthless little spider would be willing to do for you and I’d bet money on it…” he threatened as he fixed your vision back onto the bottle, making you begin to unscrew the cap, “And I know what you’d do to keep him alive, right? So have a drink and let’s have a toast to your amazing work the other night and to many more!” he cheered in your voice.

Only he wasn’t forcing you to drink it. But he knew you would. It was a threat if you didn’t, otherwise he would kill Peter. That was his leverage over your head, knowing you would keep your mouth shut and comply with whatever he wanted because you were trying to save Peter.

Closing your eyes, you brought the rim of the bottle to your lips as the harsh scent ran up your nostrils. Scrunching your nose up with a whimper, you took a quick swig before you placed it back down on the floor. Wiping your mouth of the alcohol, you hoped that would be enough to appease Octavious to just leave you alone.

“Good girl,” he told you as you tried to relax your body a bit as you curled up near the safe as tears began running down your cheeks. Knowing perfectly well that with Doctor Octavious or whoever else in your brain, there was no relaxing. Not now, not ever.

There was silence and for a moment you thought Octavious had departed for the time being but you still felt his presence. He was just observing now, haunting you, reminding you that he could. At any given time, he could just pay you a visit or worse, take control of you.

Because he had full control over you because you were scared he’d hurt Peter. And you’d do anything, rob anything you had to if it meant Peter was unharmed. And Octavious was well aware of that and he was determined to use it against you at any moment like this.

“Now finish it,” he told you as he disconnected from your device. Automatically feeling a difference in your head, feeling a bit lighter as you sank into the floor; now clutching the bottle in your hand.

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Peter deactivated his suit, catching his breath as he looked at the success statistics KAREN and EDITH had relayed for him after the last simulation had come to an end. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of the numbers that were displayed for him. It wasn't that long ago that Peter was failing simulation after simulation and he was glad that he was getting stronger and becoming a better fighter like he used to be.

Strong like the old Peter…

Walking towards the exit, he noticed Agent Kent standing by the door with a smile. Peter shook his head as he removed his mask from his head, “You know it's dangerous to be in here while I’m running simulations, right?” Peter told him with a joking voice as he gave him a high-five.

“Did you just win all of those simulations on the hardest level?” Kent asked Peter with an impressed voice. He watched as Peter nodded his head, walking past him to grab a towel to dry off, “Remind me to check to make sure they’re programmed correctly,” he teased Peter with a nudge.

“I programmed them, they better be,” Peter retorted with a smug look. He was feeling good about himself, “Got to be ready next time that lady thief comes by again. I’m on a high alert for her,” he told Kent with a knowing look.

Kent shook his head with a laugh, “Meeting tomorrow was moved to 8 am, don’t be late,” he told Peter as he walked down the hall towards his quarters on one of the lower floors. Great, an early meeting to talk about what else was fucked up in this city, Peter thought as he headed into the elevator, pressing your floor as he rode it back up.

But Peter didn’t want to think about how fucked up the city or the world was right now. He knew plenty of how the world was. Right now, he just wanted to get back to his floor. His own tiny haven in this enormous tower with little to no privacy. Even when he was practicing, somebody found him. He never truly had a moment just to himself. Not as Spider-Man.

The thoughts in Peter’s mind went blank as he felt the goose bumps beginning to raise on his arms as the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stuck out. Something was off as he stepped foot into your apartment, and he could tell right away that it had something to do with you.

Calling your name, Peter dropped his gym bag onto the floor and walked towards the bedroom, trying to find you as quickly as possible. He stopped in his tracks when he got a whiff of what was coming from the kitchen.

He turned his head and saw you standing by the stove, slicing some vegetables as you smiled up at him, “I’m making a frittata,” you told him quietly, trying to function as best as you could and hoping that the smell of the food was masking the other scents you knew Peter was bound to detect.

There was something off and Peter could sense it. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. Nodding his head he smiled back at you as he came behind you in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, kissing your cheek in the process.

“Do you smell that?” Peter asked as he stood in front of the sink curiously. The same hairs still sticking up like something was wrong.

“The frittata?” you asked him, trying to keep yourself composed as you looked at him with the same blank expression.

Peter shook his head as he looked around, “Something doesn’t feel right,” he said warily as he looked around more, “I can’t tell what it is…” he trailed off as he walked into the other room to try to investigate.

“Stand down, tiger,” you snorted as he brought the vegetables into the frying pan to simmer for a bit as you cleaned your hands off, “A bit paranoid are we?” you offered again.

You could sense Peter’s paranoia and it was making you nervous. Mainly because you knew you were the reason he was detecting something was wrong, and you knew you weren’t going to be able to hide it from him. It was making your stomach do back flips, making you nauseous as the smell of the frittata you were making went through your nostrils while the alcohol you annihilated earlier was bound to resurface.

Before you knew it, your hand was over your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, pushing Peter to the side as you hovered over the toilet, emptying your stomach out as you heaved into it. Peter came up behind you, holding your hair back as he motioned his hand gently against your back to try and relax you.

Peter looked away from it as you slowly began to pull yourself away and clean your face in the sink. But he saw the clear liquid that was purged out and he knew the hairs on his neck were standing because you were the one who was in trouble.

“Y/N…” Peter bit his lip as he pulled your hair out of the way as you washed your face. You knew where he was going with it and you couldn’t face that truth right now. You just couldn’t.

“No, Peter,” you shot him down as you splashed some water on your face before you rinsed your mouth out, “Don’t start,” you warned him, hoping that would keep him from continuing the conversation. But who were you kidding? If the tables were turned you knew you wouldn’t either. In fact, you didn’t when it was Peter drinking excessively.

Of course, this time it was because you were forced to by Doctor Octavious. You just couldn’t tell Peter that otherwise he would get killed. So now, you had no choice but to act like you did this willingly.

“I have to, Y/N,” Peter answered lowly as he followed you out of the bathroom again, “I...I can’t be around you like this,” he finally said the words. The words he never thought he would say because he never thought he would need to. But he needed to.

Peter knew this was dangerous. You needed help but he couldn’t force you right now. And he also knew he couldn’t be around you when you were drinking so much. It broke his heart and he cared so much right now but you needed to care about yourself too, and you weren’t. But Peter needed you to so he wouldn’t fall apart either, as selfish as that sounded. And maybe you needed more of a push to get to that point to better yourself.

“What? You’re going to break up with me over this? When you drank, you threw me against the wall in a chokehold, Peter,” you reminded him vividly, still clearly not in your best state of mind. But Peter’s threat not only hurt you, it scared you immensely. The idea of losing him because of you was something you couldn’t deal with, not now or ever.

Peter winced at the thought. Those were his most dark and troubling times. And even though he took responsibility and was grateful every moment of every day you forgave him, he still had a hard time forgiving himself for what he put you through. It was hard reliving those memories and he tried not to so he could live in the present, with you. But right now, your present was beginning to look a lot like Peter’s past.

“I never said I was dumping you, I would never leave you. But I think you may need some time alone to figure out what you need,” Peter tried again, a bit more sternly but his eyes were filled with concern for you, “This isn’t you, Y/N,” he told you as he softened his tone.

You shook your head and scoffed at him, feeling your head getting heated as Peter started again, “Really, Peter? You’re one to talk about not being yourself,” you bit your lip as you pivoted in his direction.

“Me?” Peter asked monotonously, licking his lips as he saw all of the anger in your eyes. Peter really didn’t want this to turn into a fight. But it always did because you were still in denial. And Peter knew the only one who could make you see your truth was you, so until you did, it was an argument each and every time.

And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could watch you do this to yourself. Allowing his group therapy peer’s advice to look a little more intriguing.

“Yes. You’ve been acting like a completely different person lately,” you snapped back, trying to keep your tone level like Peter’s as you continued, “You asked me to move to a lake house upstate because you couldn’t stand the city and then acted as if it never even happened, Peter,” you reminded him of that incident and how the both of you were guilty for never actually talking about it again.

“You said no and the idea clearly upset you. I didn’t want to make you more upset by begging you to move. What did you want me to do, Y/N?” Peter asked you as he felt his throat beginning to feel dry. He hated fighting like this and he knew this wasn’t going to end well because now you were looking for a reason to blame Peter. He saw the signs all too well.

You didn’t know why you were so angry. You were hurt, and terrified of losing Peter, and you didn’t know what else to do. And now you were just letting out all of the things you had been bottling up over the last month or so, even though you knew that wasn’t fair. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but you didn’t know how to turn it off.

“I don’t know. But the Peter I know wouldn’t have done anything of that,” you challenged him finally. The final nail in the coffin and you saw the look on Peter’s face, you knew that was an answer he was not expecting.

Because the old Peter was the one who you both hated. The one who put you in harm’s way and pushed you away until there was barely anything left. The old Peter was aggressive and hurt you in more ways he wasn’t proud of. So it took Peter by surprise hearing you say that. Maybe it was out of anger or to get a rise out of him, but you were both saying things you didn’t necessarily mean right now and he knew he needed to stop.

Peter walked over towards the kitchen and turned the stove off, seeing everything starting to burn. He shook his head as he cleaned off some of the utensils to focus his stress elsewhere, “Did you want me to shout at you like I used to? Kill someone?” Peter paused as he bit the inside of his lower lip, “Drink myself to death like you are because I’m angry?”

He was making his own blood boil when he spoke, clenching the glass in his hand as he accidentally shattered it, making you jump backwards, “I am angry, okay? I am! I’m angry every fucking day and all of this work I’m doing with my group is supposed to help me keep my anger from taking over again. So are you saying you don’t want that? You don’t like that I’m trying to do this for me and for you?!” he shouted as he looked down at the shattered glass on the floor.

Silence filled the room between the two of you as you inched yourself a bit closer to Peter, standing in front of the island as you looked into his soft brown eyes. Of course, you were so proud of Peter and how far he had come these months. And you knew he didn’t do this for you, he did it for him which was the most proud you could get.

Peter was trying to get you down the same path he was and you saw that and you were glad he cared about you so much. But how Peter was the last few weeks, and possibly months, was a very shut down version. Trying to push you to therapy, and then when you declined, he would act like nothing had happened. Not the Peter you were used to at all.

And maybe that was on you. Maybe you pushed him to shut down here and there. But Peter was a fighter, and so were you. So it always surprised you when you got to these boiling points. And this was a point neither of you reached until just now. Both of you feeling scared and upset, and you had no idea what was going to happen next. But neither of you could stop.

“No. I want you, Peter, I do,” you told him as you took another step closer to him, “But you just seem so….different. Like lately you’ve just been Peter Parker without Peter Parker,” you told him in a small voice as you tried to catch his gaze, but his focus was on the wall.

It was everything Peter didn’t want to hear. He knew he wasn’t the same Peter but he was accepting that. He thought after everything that had happened, you would too. But maybe it was because of the things that were troubling you that it was making you question and challenge Peter in return.

Balling his hand into a fist, Peter had enough as he suddenly drove it right into the wall in front of his face. He saw you jump backward as you gasped at the loud bang. Pulling his hand out of the wall, his cut up hand now covered in blood was splayed against the wall as he steadied his breath.

“That Peter Parker?” he finally asked you without looking your way. He knew he took it too far, and he was ashamed that he did that. Especially in front of you. He hadn’t lost his cool like that in months, and certainly not in front of you. He never wanted to blow up in front of you like that again. He was so embarrassed for letting his anger get to him for even a second.

You swallowed thickly as silence filled the room between the two of you. Blinking slowly, you nodded your head before you grabbed Peter by his arm and pulled him towards you as you crashed your lips against his. Pulling him closer as you began to feel him return your kiss.

Both of you were still angry and reeling, but for now you just wanted to be close to each other. You were both shaken by Peter’s words and your actions, and for now the intimacy between you both was all that mattered. A temporary fix for your laundry list of problems that neither of you knew how to fix.

Peter pushed you against the wall as he rolled his lips over yours with lust and desire. Craning your neck to the side as he moved his lips down to your neck, finding your sweet spot right away. Picking you up swiftly, you wrapped your legs around his waist in between his sloppy and slightly aggressive kisses. Bringing your arms to the nape of your neck to hold yourself up as Peter’s fingers began traveling to your waist.

His fingers tucked underneath your jeans as he pushed them off, dropping them to the floor as his lips found yours once more. Your pent up anger for each other building between you both as you helped him shake his sweatpants off; your breath heavy and ragged as the fire between you both grew.

The back of your head hit the wall as Peter began to tease your entrance, your free hand raising up to his chest to feel his heartbeat. Both of your senses on high alert as you looked into Peter’s eyes as you located his heart. Listening to the thuds, your way of finding your Peter in there as your eyes began fluttering closed while you pushed Peter into you.

Peter grabbed you by the leg gently and thrust in to you slowly. Placing his free hand against the wall to support you both as he pushed himself into you further. Hearing you let out a soft whimper as you moved your hips into him a bit faster, your hands running through the curls on the back of his neck.

Grunting into your ear, Peter found your lips again. Your tongues searching for each other as your thrusts intensified, your whimpers and moans vibrating against your lips. He found your hands and laced your fingers into his against the wall as he moved his hips faster into you, letting his senses take over as he continued.

Peter cussed under his breath as he ran a hand up your bare leg and against your inner thigh. As you clenched around his length, your body burning with each and every motion as you bit your lip, beginning to feel all of the sensations take control as you gripped Peter firmly.

You held onto Peter’s hand as he began to circle you slowly with his fingers, making you moan louder as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your edge. Your bodies forming a rhythm together as your kisses grew sloppy and more desperate for each other, the neediness for being close still apparent amongst the two of you.

Circling you faster, Peter kept thrusting into you as your whimpers together grew more and more. He could sense how close you were from how tense your body was getting, and he was letting all of his aggression out with you. He knew he wasn’t far behind as he found your lips again. Moaning into his kiss as he pushed you both to your edges.

Finally reaching your highs together as you cried out Peter’s name and he collapsed into the nape of your neck. Shaking and vibrating underneath Peter as his hips continued into you as he began moaning into your sensitive skin. Everything felt so intense as you began to open your eyes, slowly coming down from your intoxicating state.

Peter took a breath as he slowly brought you back down to the earth. Pushing the hair out of your face he reached over and kissed your lips again. This time it felt different from moments earlier, it was more loving, tender even. You can feel how much he loved and cared for you in the kiss as you returned the same thing to him as he lifted you into his arms.

Carrying you into the bedroom, he knew you both needed to sleep this off. He placed you down on the bed in the darkness, crawling over to his side of the bed without even needing the light on. He pulled the covers up over the two of you and found his place in between your arms as he kissed your bare shoulder.

The two of you didn’t speak, the silence spoke for itself as you both let the exhaustion from earlier take over.

It wasn’t until you woke up in the middle of the night that you felt Peter get out of bed. Only you didn’t feel it, you sensed it. You rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the darkness and crawled towards the edge of the bed, seeing Peter by the balcony window.

Holding his gym bag over his back…

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peachybowen · 5 years ago

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stupid • r.b

series masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: swearing? cliche things? My writing?

songs: I think you kinda, you know by Joshua Bassett, Start of Something New by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron

words: 3.6k

A/N: this is my first time posting/writing on Tumblr! I hope u enjoy xx

italics= little scenes? (like the scene where Ricky says: „this is a nightmare. Love is dead.”) :)

crossed words is when they usually turn to the camera you know :))

There may also be a few mistakes but I tried my best! :)

Junior year. Another year sitting in a classroom full of teenagers. Also another year of creating memories with my two best friends, Ricky and Big Red. Ricky Bowen, the cutest boy you will ever meet. Trust me on this he's so cute I-

,,Today's the day guys. It's happening.'' Ricky stated excited while nudging my shoulder. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

,,Hell yeah. Junior year, baby'' Big Red replied just as excited as Ricky.

,,Might grow a mustache. Might do a lot of things.'' he continued with a grin on his face. I just kept on walking between the two idiots.

,,Dude, I'm talking about Nini.'' Ricky said with a smile. The smile on my face was now replaced by a frown. I grabbed my backpack straps and continued walking.

,,Today's the day we start over.'' Ricky explained.

While we were walking down the stairs of East High School, Ricky said something about him and Nini texting and her sounding mutual.

,,Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk. Just ,,Hey.'' That's good right?'' the boy continued and turned his head to me. I just shrugged.

,,Summers are no man's land, Ricky. I don't know what ''Hey.'' means and neither does Y/N or you.'' Big Red sighed and started to walk faster.

,,I think it's good.'' Ricky breathed out and sent a smile my way which i obviously returned. Soon after we actually found Nini by her locker talking to her best friend, Kourtney. We said our hellos and it was silent for a second.

,,Can we talk?'' Nini asked and turned to look at Ricky. He looked shocked.

,,I met somebody else at camp. I didn't plan-'' she tried to explain but Ricky interuppted her asking if it was a joke. They both didn't seem to care that we stood there watching the scene unfold in front of us.

,,Still talking here.'' Nini snapped and continued.

,,I didn't plan for it to happen but it happened. He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian. It's called a showmance.'' she finished looking her, now ex boyfriend, straight in the eyes.

,,Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?'' the red headed boy beside me asked. I looked at him and nudged him so he would stop asking dumb questions.

,,Please tell me you're joking.'' Ricky wailed. I could literally see the hurt in his eyes.

,,I'm not.'' Big Red and Nini replied at the same time. I kicked Big Red this time to finally shut him up.

,,Come on, Ricky you know what you did! Or you didn't do.'' Nini pointed out. I knew what she was referring to. The night she told him that she loved him. Ricky came over that night explaining everything and that he wasn't ready to say the L-Word yet. It was the night where I realized how I really felt for him. We played 'Just Dance' all night and my goal was honestly just to make him happy. He was so stressed and worried. I just wanted him to have fun and forget about all that Nini stuff, even if it just was for 5 minutes.

,,Good morning, students. Please make your way to the gym for our annual back-to-school kickoff.'' a teacher announced trough the speakers. Nini was about to leave when Ricky spoke up again.

,,I don't belive this. You're blowing me off for some theater punk you met four weeks ago? At a lake?'' Ricky asked still in disbelief that he was getting dumped.

,,You kinda dumped me!'' the girl snapped back.

,,It was a break. It wasn't a break-up.'' he corrected. At this point it was hard to watch. It was awkard standing there, watching the drama onfold in front of my eyes but I didn’t want to leave Ricky alone.

,,I'm sorry Ricky but it is a break-up now.''

,,Pop off girl.'' Kourtney, Nini's best friend, commented. Me and Big Red turned to look at her.

,,Stay out of it, Kourtney.'' Big Red hissed.

,,I'm dismantling the patriarchy this year, and I'm not afraid to start with you.'' Kourtney threatend before Nini left with her. I turned to look at Ricky who was frozen in his place.

We were sitting in the Gym soon after the whole agrument. The kickoff was boring.

,,And I am also pleased to announce that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays.'' the principal announced. Everyone just looked at him not saying a word. Well besides that one girl who screamed: ,,Go seniors!''. The principal continued a few seconds later.

,,And now for a special introduction. This year, East High has a new drama teacher with an announcement that she swore, in writing, would not cost too much money.'' he said and gestured to a woman who was sitting in the front. Everything was silent again. Nobody clapped besides two students.

,,Why? Why do things have to change?'' Ricky asked staring at Nini who was sitting two or three rows in front of him. We turned our heads to look at a heart broken Ricky.

,,Some things never change.'' I replied in a whisper, smiling when he turned to look at me.

,,I've been wearing the same socks for three days.'' Big Red added with a shrug. I looked down at his feet for a second and gagged dramatically. Big Red just smiled and turned his attention back to the new drama teacher. I did the same.

,,My name is Miss Jenn, and when I heard that the high school where High School Musical was shot had never staged a production of High School Musical, the musical, I was shocked as an actress, inspired as a director, and triggered as a millennial.'' she explained. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion for the second time that day.

Millennial?

,,Auditions are tomorrow after school.'' Ms. Jenn continued and looked around.

,,This show could change your lives, and I'm saying this as a background dancer from the original movie. Third from the left, back row, red headband, and those are my real teeth.'' she exclaimed happily. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nini nudging Kourtney to indirectly say that she was gonna audition. After that she introduced us to the student Choreograph, Carlos.

Sitting at our usual table at lunch and talking about Nini was one thing, but seeing Nini being all lovie dovie with my big brother was another. And if your wondering, no, he didn't tell me that he was dating Nini. Normally he told me everything but he just decided to not tell me that he started dating the ex-girlfriend of my best friend.

,,Dude are you seeing this?'' Red asked, looking at my brother and Nini, and then back to Ricky who was looking at them as well.

,,I'm seein' it, I'm hearin' it, I'm hatin' it.'' he replied and turned to me.

,,Did you know?'' he asked with a semi angry expression on his face.

,,What? No! And you know that I would have told you if I did.'' I replied looking at him.

,,I can't believe it.'' Red muttered still watching the couple.

,,She's dating my brother.'' I mumbled turning my gaze to them as well.

,,Yes. I have eyes'' Ricky growled, clearly being annoyed.

,,Co-captain of the water polo team. Senior class treasurer.'' Red listed eating his food.

,,That's correct.'' Ricky mumbled still annoyed as shit.

,,What are the odds that the guy she hooks up with at camp goes to East High?'' the red head asked not knowing that he is annoying Ricky more and more.

,,Apparently, the odds are exceptionally good.'' Ricky snapped and I decided to show a bit sympathy.

,,I'm sorry Ricky.''

The curly haired boy turned to face me.

,,What are you gonna do?'' I asked him.

,,I don't know.'' he sighed, stood up and left, leaving me with Big Red.

,,Ok is there something you wanna tell me?'' I asked as soon as I arrived at home. EJ was sitting on the couch and was on Instagram, as always.

,,What do you mean?'' he asked looking up from his phone.

,,Oh I don't know maybe you getting a new girlfriend who was the girlfriend of my best friend by the way. How about that?'' I hinted with a mad look on my face.

,,Oh that. Yeah I'm dating Nini.'' he simply said, turning his attention to his phone again shortly after. I went to the couch and sat down beside him.

,,Why didn't you tell me?''

,,Nini told me not to say anything. She wanted to sort things out with Ricky first, you know.'' he replied turning his phone off. My gaze softened.

,,Oh.'' I simply whispered.

,,Yeah, I'm sorry. Anyways, are you auditioning?''

,,Of course EJ.'' I answered with a smile.

,,For what part?'' he asked further.

I crossed my legs before answering.

,,Probably Taylor.''

My phone rang just as EJ was about to reply. I picked up my phone and saw that Ricky was calling me. I didn't think twice and picked up.

,,Hello?''

,,Hi, Y/N. It's Ricky. Meet me at Big Red's House. Now!'' was all he said before he hung up. I stood up and sent an apologetic smile towards my big brother before grabbing his car keys and my shoes.

,,I'm taking your car! Love you!'' I yelled before closing the door and running to the car.

,,Okay, I know it's crazy, dude, but she has to see me in a whole new light.'' Ricky explained while I was sitting on a chair and Big Red was playing a videogame.

,,But we hate musicals.'' Red argued, still focused on his game.

,,I don't.'' I chimed in, rolling my eyes at Big Red's argument.

,,I just think it's weird when people, like, burst into song in the middle of the street.'' Ricky stated, paching around in the room.

,,That is a musical.'' I retorted, looking at my best friend.

,,Okay, look. I'm auditioning for this thing tomorrow, and nothing is gonna stop me.'' he declared.

,,Do you even know the plot of High School Musical?''

,,Of course! It's about Zac Efron dancing with a basketball.''

,,Wrong. It's about the character, Troy, having to choose between being true to his friend, Chad, or following his heart with Gabriella.'' I corrected with a smirk.

,,The point is, you're out of your league here, man. You can't pull this off.''

Ricky looked at his male best friend.

,,Yeah?'' he asked.

,,Yes.''

And with that, Ricky grabbed his Skateboard and left without saying another word.

The next day was uneventful. I was nervous because of the auditions but I got through the day without having to throw up.

,,People make sure you audition number is clearly visible on your clothes. This isn't a game.'' Carlos yelled as he walked passed me. I looked down to see my audition number. Number 5. I smiled and went to talk to my brother.

,,You know, I'm actually kinda bummed that we don't have any competition here. It would make getting the leads all the sweeter.'' he said to Nini and I rolled my eyes playfully and sat down on a chair.

,,Could you stop tempting fate?'' Nini asked with a laugh and looked at her boyfriend. EJ looked back at her and grinned. I never felt more single in my life.

,,You know what? You're right.'' she continued turning her head back to the mirror in front of her. I was about to say something but Ms.Jenn knocked on the door.

,,Okay, theater people. Let's do this!''

Everyone started cheering and got up from their chairs. The smile on my face grew and I turned to my brother.

,,Good luck!'' I said and hugged him.

,,Good luck! I love you.'' he replied and hugged me back.

,,I love you more.'' was all I said before I left the room.

We all got on stage and Ms. Jenn told us to pair up with someone who wasn't our friend. That's when I realized that Ricky wasn't there. I sighed and paired up with Ashlyn. I know that Ms.Jenn said to not pair up with a friend but she did not say to not pair up with your cousin.

We all lined up and chatted till Miss Jenn started walking down the line of students. She stopped in front of a boy.

,,I'd love you to read for Ryan.''

,,You are giving major Taylor vibes.'' she said to the next girl. The next in line was Ashlyn.

,,You. You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms.Darbus?''

I looked at Ashlyn and she started smiling.

,,I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes.'' Ashlyn replied, still smiling happily.

,,Oh. Your application says you play the piano.''

,,I dabble.''

,,You ever written a song?'' Ms.Jenn asked with a curios look.

,,Nothing I've ever shared with anyone.''

,,I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad. We'll sidebar.'' was all the blonde teacher said before she stood in front of me.

,,Gabriella.''

I looked at her and shook my head slowly.

,,No. I'm actually here to audition for Taylor.'' I answered a small smile forming on my lips.

,,Oh, ok.'' was all she said before she continued walking down the line.

Ricky still didn't show up and I really thought he just decided not to audition last minute. I was sitting on stage with the others. It was EJ's time to audition.

,,Okay, what do I need to know?'' Ms. Jenn whispered to Carlos.

,,EJ Caswell. Big brother of Y/N Caswell, most Instagram followers. Wakes up looking like that-'' was all I could hear from their little conversation. Soon after EJ started singing 'Start of Something New’ while Seb played the piano.

,,Well, excuse me. Armie Hammer called. He wants his jawline back.'' The female teacher joked with a bright smile on her face. I sent a smile towards him which he returned.

,,Moving on with the Taylor's and after that we're gonna continue with the Gabriella's!'' she announced while clapping, shortly after.

It was my time to audition and, boy was I nervous. I was trying really hard not to throw up on stage in front of everyone. Like, I auditioned for plays before but I wasn't like my brother who was really confident in the things he did. I'm the sibling that overthinks everything.

,,Ok Y/N start when you're ready.'' Carlos said and waited for me to start. I took a deep breath and started reading Taylor’s lines. It was the scene where she apologized for trying to manipulate Gabriella and Troy's relationship.

,,Gabriella, we were jerks. No, we were worse than jerks because we were mean jerks. We thought Troy and the whole singing thing was killing our chances of having you on the scholastic decathlon team.''

,,Thank you Y/N! Now let's hear your singing.'' Ms.Jenn instructed. My eyes grew wide and I gasped.

,,Hold on. Jade didn't need to sing and she auditioned for Taylor as well. Why do I need to sing?''

,,Just do it!'' EJ whisper-yelled. I turned my gaze to him and then back to Carlos and Ms.Jenn who smiled widely.

,,Ok.'' I mumbled and looked at Seb who started playing the Piano seconds later.

,,Livin' in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh) To all the possibilities

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new.''

In conclusion...I sang my heart out.

,,Great, thank you Y/N. Let's continue with the Gabriella's!''

I smiled and sat down beside Nini. She smiled at me and I returned it. My brother sent me the same proud smile as Nini.

Gina was incredible. She was a multi-talent. I was kinda jealous. I mean I knew she could dance but she could also sing like a goddess. It was Nini's turn after Gina. To be honest, I did not think she could take on Gina. I mean she mostly played Trees and animals in plays soo...you know.

Just as Nini positioned herself on stage, Ricky came running in with his guitar.

,,Am I too late?'' he yelled, totally out of breath. Nini looked not so pleased.

,,We're all set on Troys. We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas.'' Ms.Jenn stated and turned her attention back to Nini, who still looked mortified.

,,I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie.'' Ricky told her while walking up the stairs. My brother rolled his eyes at Ricky, which lead me to roll my eyes at him.

,,Troy would have arrived on time.'' Carlos commented.

,,Thanks. Let me do the talking.'' the blonde whispered to the young choreograph.

,,Okay Nini let's try this again.''

Nini looked so much more nervous than before. No wait. She looked terrified. I didn't blame her. Having her current boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend in a room while you're trying to audition for a lead role is kinda nerve-racking.

,,You got this babe!'' EJ literally screamed. The scream startled Ms.Jenn so much that she spilled her coffee over the sound system. All the lights turned off.

,,Nobody panic! Nini, let's wait for the lights to come back on. I don't want this to throw you.''

,,I'm not thrown.'' the brunette replied. Everyone looked at her (well as best as they could.) and she started singing. Not even a minute later, Ricky got his phone out and turned on the flashlight, literally holding it in Nini's face. And of course, EJ got up and did the same. Nini was really good. Like really really good. Just as she finished singing, the lights came back on.

,,Well, thank you Nini. I only needed 32 bars but I appreciate your commitment.'' Ms.Jenn said while Carlos held up his right thumb. She turned her attention back to Ricky.

,,You, late boy.''

He looked at her.

,,Let's do the Chad sides.''

Ricky nodded and grabbed the script. It was quiet. Ricky looked at me and i sent him a (hopefully) comforting smile. Big Red came in last second as well. He held his thumbs up and smiled.

,,Hey, there. I'm Ricky Bowen. I'm a junior. And here it goes.'' he said before he started. I smiled the whole time, trying to somehow lift his spirit. He started reading the lines but stopped a few seconds later. My smile slightly faded and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He crumbled the script in his fist and I turned to look at Big Red who was looking at me with the same expression I had on my face.

,,I don't know. Maybe its the way Gabriella always had your back. And maybe you can't stop beating yourself up for totally blowing it with her'' Ricky began, looking at Nini who was sitting beside me.

,,And look, Troy. Even if you never said the L-word to Gabriella, 'cause that's, like, not even a word your parents say to each other anymore. That doesn't mean that you don't. Maybe it just means you were waiting for the right time to say it. So that everyone could hear it.'' he continued looking Nini. She was trying to avoid eye contact though.

,,No. That she could.'' he finished after a short pause. My smile was completely gone and I just looked at my hands.

,,Okay kiddo. Time to sing.''

Before Seb could even start playing the piano, Ricky asked if he could sing his own song. Ms.Jenn just agreed and he grabbed his guitar. And the next thing I knew was that he started singing the song Nini wrote for him. Don't get me wrong. I was so proud of him for being so damn brave but it still hurt a lot. I sighed and slowly got up, leaving the room. Just to clear my mind for a bit.

,,Clear!'' Carlos yelled as he ran past me with a blue piece of paper in his hands. I followed him, realizing that it was the cast list. Everyone was crowding around it so I didn't really get to see if I got the Taylor part.

,,"Chad"? She thinks I'm a Chad?'' EJ asked dumbfounded, his ego obviously hurt. I really thought he was gonna get the Troy part. Everyone stepped back and I finally got to look at the list.

Taylor McKessie - Gina Porter

Honestly the day couldn't have gone worse. First the Ricky thing and then the Musical. Big Red seemed to notice my sudden mood switch.

,,Y/N?'' he asked and I looked up to him with glassy eyes. He started smiling.

,,Look at the top of the list.'' he said chuckling. I did as he said and my eyes grew wide.

Gabriella Montez - Y/N Caswell

I turned to look at my best friend. I was so confused.

that's why Miss Jenn asked me to sing.

Big Reds' smile grew bigger and bigger every second. Mine did as well. But then I realized that Nini wanted the role and I practically just stole it from her. I looked at the list again.

Gabriella Montez understudy - Nini Salazar-Roberts

I looked at Nini and smiled at her. She flashed a sad smile my way and went to talk to EJ.

Big Red hugged me and, of course, I hugged him back. Ricky then stepped forward, searching for his name on the list.

Troy Bolten - Ricky Bowen

And that was definitely the start of something new.

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I Never Danced Until I Met You - Chapter 4

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Everything had felt so right this morning. Laying in bed, holding each other, sharing whispers and kisses and soft touches. Now it was the afternoon and you were in the same room, your own room, but it was so much colder than before, and the three of you were standing around and it might have looked like a normal conversation but really, your heart was breaking. How had everything gone so wrong so fast?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, fighting the emotions threatening to taint your speaking voice.

"I didn't know how to say goodbye,” Jaskier admitted. “I've never been good at goodbyes.”

"You must've known we couldn't stay forever," Geralt posited.

"You must've known I wouldn't have- we wouldn't have- I would've done things differently," you said to Jaskier with a pointed tone, hoping he understood what you were referring to, "if I'd known you'd be riding off a day later."

Jaskier looked down to the floor shamefully. Geralt’s eyes went wide, and he suddenly grabbed Jaskier’s arm, pulling him into an interrogation.

“Care to enlighten me to what she’s talking about?” Geralt asked intently.

“It’s- it’s not what you think,” Jaskier defended weakly, shifting uncomfortably in the witcher’s grip.

“I think you fucked her,” he growled. You felt shame crawl under your skin.

“Oh… er, then in that case, it is what you think.”

Geralt let out a grunt so loud it was nearly a roar, tossing Jaskier to the ground. “I told you to stay away; she’s like my sister. Gods, Jaskier, of all the people you sleep with… you had to pick her?”

You felt sick, your gut starting to twist around itself.

"Is this what you do?” you asked Jaskier quietly. “Ride around the Continent, pick the toughest nut to crack and then… crack it?"

"No, no,” he began to deny as he picked himself up off the floor, but Geralt started laughing.

“He never puts that much effort in, but yes,” Geralt explained.

“Geralt, shut up,” Jaskier grumbled.

Tears began to burn your eyes.

“I can’t believe I fell for it,” you shook your head in disbelief. I can’t believe I fell for you, you added internally.

“No, you don’t understand,” he replied desperately, though you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Geralt. “It’s not like that. It’s not like the others.”

Something about the phrase ‘the others’ made your blood boil. Even now, perhaps especially now, you were heartbroken that he had been with so many people.

“What is it then?” you asked. “You’re going to tell me I should be flattered that you put so much effort into deceiving me?”

“I didn’t deceive you,” he answered, his tone becoming dead serious.

“You convinced me that I was important to you,” you remembered. “I know we never really talked about it, but it didn’t seem like a one-time thing—”

Suddenly he interrupted: “I love you.”

Instantly, you slapped him across the face, hard. Hard enough that his face spun to the side, cheek already turning red; hard enough that Geralt winced just by seeing it.

“How dare you say that to me? You don’t even know what that means,” you seethed, tears streaming down your face. “All you know how to do is lie.”

“It’s not a lie,” he replied softly. And you almost believed it. But you’d believed the wrong person too many times to fall that fast, at least not this time.

“Get out,” you hissed through your teeth.

You were prepared for him to fight back, to keep pleading, but he didn’t. And so the three of you stood there for a moment, until Jaskier sighed a little and walked out the door. You shared a look with Geralt, briefly.

“Do you have to go now?” you asked quietly.

“If we stay much later, we’ll have to travel in the dark.”

You sighed, and there was nothing good to say, so instead you crossed the room and pulled him into a hug. He returned the embrace, not with much passion or anything but not begrudgingly either, which was nice. You wanted to ask him if he really saw you as a sister like he’d said, but it would hurt too much in a number of ways.

“You’re always welcome here,” you told him as the hug ended, trying not to put too much emphasis on the you since you didn’t even want to think about Jaskier right now.

“Write if you need anything,” he offered.

You looked at each other and you wondered if he was struggling to decide how to say goodbye as well.

As Geralt rode out of the castle gates, Jaskier plodding along beside the horse, you watched from a small window. You saw Jaskier look back, scan around the walls, and you wondered if he was just appreciating the architecture or looking for you. You stepped back behind the stone, not sure you could take it if he looked at you again.

You wanted to run to your room and sob, mourn for your dignity and everything else you couldn’t get back. You wanted to fall asleep and sleep for a week, so that you could soak up the precious nothingness and blissful ignorance. Instead, you went to the training fields and concentrated your anger into some archery practice.

Must have been the will of Destiny, his voice rang in your head as you remembered being here with him, his perfect shot, the way he looked at you when you were standing so close, how exhilarating it felt just to touch him in the most mundane ways. You scoffed to yourself, at least able to appreciate he was an expert in his craft: he’d made it all feel so real. You swallowed uncomfortably as your mind wandered to the night you spent together, which not only felt real but felt like the realest thing you’d ever known. It was everything else that seemed fake by comparison now. Everyone else would say that he took your honour, even that he dishonoured you, and yet every touch had felt like his way of honouring you. Patience, respect, reverence was palpable in everything you could remember about the encounter. You also didn’t feel as different as you expected… for so much drama surrounding it, virginity apparently had no real emotional or physical ramifications. Some things had changed, though: for one, you understood why people did terrible things to each other because of sex. They would lie and cheat to get it, and maim or kill those who got it from someone they loved. And as much as you could never have empathy for their crimes, you appreciated better why people were so obsessed with it. Then again, you realized that maybe all sex wasn’t actually that good… maybe it was just him. Or maybe it was both of you — maybe it was just how good you two were together.

You were trying your best to steady yourself before taking the shot but your patience ran thin. Acting hastily, you ended up releasing too soon and hitting the outermost edge of the target. You sighed in frustration and tried again, only to miss the target entirely. Frustration turned quickly to rage, and you threw your bow onto the ground with a yell.

Looking at it in the grass, the fire of rage died down into the embers of shame. What was it about Jaskier that always made you lose control? Even now, when he should have the least control over you, you couldn’t control yourself. You slapped him, twice. You laid with him, once. And now you’d subjected an innocent bow to your cruel whims.

You bent down and picked it up, seeing that it had survived the throw; you’d never keep a bow around that couldn’t handle that kind of treatment, anyway.

Repositioning for another shot, you closed your eyes in an attempt to still your mind. All you could see when you closed your eyes was him, though, and the way he looked at you in this very place just a few days ago. And the way he looked at you before he kissed you. The look he’d had in his eyes was gentle, and soft, and vulnerable. You felt a tear roll down your cheek; there was love in his eyes, the way he looked at you. And the way he looked at you when he stood outside your door, waiting for you to come back. And the way he looked at you after you hit him, both times… there was love there, too. Even then. Perhaps especially then.

But that didn’t matter anymore, because he was gone.

I’m in love with him, you finally admitted to yourself. Not I was, not I almost, not I could have.

I am. I did. I do.

But that didn’t matter anymore, because he was gone.

Eyes still closed, you raised your bow, pulled back the string, and took the shot. You felt the feathers graze your face and heard the wind whistle around the arrow. You opened your eyes. A perfect bullseye.

You were laying on your bed the next morning, reading and trying not to think about anything, when you heard it. You weren’t sure what the sound was, but it came again, and you sat up in the bed. Looking around, you realized it was coming from the window, you stood up and opened your shudders. You stepped back just in time to avoid getting hit in the chest with a pebble. Peering out, you saw quite the scene: Jaskier, sitting on a white horse (where did he get that?!), lute on his back, pebbles in his hand, love in his eyes. When he saw you, he dropped them, instantly grabbing his lute. He started to sing, and he had to do it pretty loud so you could even hear him from a story down, but even then his voice nearly brought tears to your eyes.

There lives a fair maiden in Revellon, A defender of justice and peace, She’s as sweet as honey but cold as ice, And yet kinder than soldiers should be

I melted her heart with a kiss, And broke it without a goodbye, I long to earn her affections once more, I pray to see her smile,

There lives a bard who wanders the world, Searching for purpose, writing his songs He found what he’d wanted for all of his life But fears he cannot right his wrongs

You were about to ask him what this was all about, why (and when) he came back, what he wanted from you, when he started talking.

“I’m not strong — at least not compared to you,” he shouted up at you. You simply looked back at him with a puzzled expression. “I’m not very brave, either,” he added. “This, right now, is the bravest thing I’ve ever done. Before, it was just… running away from stuff.”

You fought the desire to chuckle.

“I can’t cook,” he continued, “I get jealous too easily. I’m a flirt, and I’ve fallen for the wrong people too many times to count. I'm not good at goodbyes, as we've established. I don’t read enough, considering how much my parents spent for me to learn how to read, and I’m not all that smart.” You weren’t sure you believed that last one.

“But, if you let me,” his voice wavered a little, “I will love you with everything I have.”

You smiled, a tear escaping from your eyes and rolling down your cheek.

“And now that I say it out loud, it sounds more sexual than I intended,” he added nervously. You laughed, aloud this time.

“If not sex, what are your intentions?” you called back.

“Marriage,” he replied simply, and your face nearly hurt from smiling so hard, “with sex to hopefully follow.”

“Well, spell it out for me then, I’m not so good at the inductive reasoning,” you demanded.

He sighed, begrudgingly addressing you by your full name before finally asking: “will you be my wife?”

“Come up here and let’s talk about it,” you offered with your best attempt at a mischievous smile, face still wet with tears.

“You can’t even give me an answer first?” he whined.

“You’re going to like my answer a lot better if you get it in person,” you explained with a wink, slamming your shutters and waiting patiently for his knock at the door. In just a minute you heard his footsteps coming down the hall faster than you knew he could even run. You opened the door before he reached it, and he only stopped running when he had wrapped his arms around you, kissing you like it was the end of the world.

You fell back onto the bed, thankfully taking a moment first to shut your bedroom door.

“Marry me,” he asked again, although it didn’t sound like a question as much as it did a desperate mid-kiss request.

“Hmm, I don’t know, that song wasn’t very long,” you pondered with a quirked eyebrow.

“I didn’t have long to write it! Besides, the next verses were going to be about the bard and the maiden either being together or splitting up, so I had to know what you would say first.”

“Maybe don’t write about this part, specifically,” you suggested as you started to undo his trousers.

“And to think I worried you wouldn’t forgive me,” he chuckled, helping you pull your blouse off from over your head.

“You’re the one who should forgive me,” you replied. “I don’t know why I didn’t believe you, when you told me the truth. And I keep slapping you, so I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t apologize,” he dismissed as he kissed up and down your neck, “although, feel free to stop slapping me.”

You laughed, and the way his body felt pressed against yours made you wonder how you could ever be angry at him.

Clothes were hurriedly shucked off, and as soon as he could, he plunged inside you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, and he kissed you again.

“I love you,” he mumbled, seemingly with no real prompting. Thankful for another chance to do this right, you smiled against his lips.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

“Then say yes,” he pleaded.

“Make me,” you demanded. He took that challenge very seriously, thrusting into you deeper, harder, faster.

“Yes, yes, Jaskier,” you moaned, gripping tightly at his arms as if it would stabilize yourself.

“Is that a yes to my question?”

You thought about it for a minute. Really you were just worried that once you said yes, this wonderful tension would cease.

“Don’t hold out on me any longer, I can’t take it,” he begged.

“Yes,” you repeated.

“Yes?” he re-repeated.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” you clarified.

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him smile quite like he did when you said it.

“You called for me, my liege?”

“At ease,” Queen Araja commanded, and you stood up out of your bow. “I’ve come to give you something.”

“I ask for nothing,” you dismissed.

“I ask that you stay quiet and accept my gift with grace,” she snapped back. You nodded silently.

She motioned for a servant to approach her, and when you saw that they were carrying a box, you assumed they would bring it to you on behalf of the Queen. Instead, she took it from them and stood up, approaching you. To have the Queen walking towards you and not kneel was very difficult.

As she was finally just a few steps in front of you, she stopped and handed you the box. You felt yourself blushing as you accepted it.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, unsure what exactly to say or do at this point.

“Just open it,” she encouraged.

You pulled open the golden ribbon and lifted the lid. Before you even knew what it was for certain, you gasped to see that it was made of purple silk — a rare and precious material.

“Araja,” you whispered in disbelief, a sort of you shouldn’t have being implied.

“Take it out of the box!” she pressed, and you set it down so that you could pull on the end to reveal that it was a gown: ornate, magnificent, enormous. Gold floral embroidery covered nearly every inch of it, with pearls and precious stones sewn on around the collar and sleeves. You were sure you’d never touched anything so decadent in your life.

“I figured it was time that you own your first dress. You might want to wear one for your wedding,” she explained. You looked at her to find her smiling at you with a softness you weren’t sure you’d ever seen on her.

“This is your wedding gift to me?” you asked, eyes welling with tears.

“Heavens, no; this is your engagement gift. Your wedding gift is retirement,” she responded casually, as if it were nothing.

“What?!”

“Your own estate, a little land not so far from here, some servants… and freedom. You’ve been a great warrior, and a great protector, best of all a great friend. Now go live a normal life.”

You looked at the dress, and you looked at her, and you looked around the hall: the same hall where you danced for the first time, as Jaskier guided you through the motions; the same hall where you defended your country when you were only a teenager, Geralt of Rivia at your side; the same hall where you were knighted by Araja, and where you returned after every battle to report on losses and victories; the same hall where so many new soldiers were commissioned, where their funerals were held.

“Your grace,” you began, “I am overwhelmed by your generosity. But with all due respect, this is my home. I cannot abandon my duties.”

“Does your betrothed know that? Would he marry a working woman?”

You laughed. If anything, he’d be disappointed if he couldn’t get to see you in armor anymore.

“He knows that my people come first,” you explained.

“All right. When your final day of duty arrives, if it does at all, your land will be waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” you bowed.

“Feel free to use the space for a honeymoon,” she winked. You shuddered to imagine her concerning herself with things like that.

“You look stunning,” the maidservant said with a smile.

“But do I look like… me?” you asked nervously.

“I’ll admit that if I didn’t know it was you, I don’t know how quickly I’d recognise you,” she answered.

You sighed, looking yourself up and down in the mirror as you twisted your body to see different angles. Araja’s dress — your dress — was stunning, but you wondered if your wedding day was the wrong day to look like an entirely different person. Was this the person Julian wanted to marry?

“You told me to wait for a good man,” the maidservant suddenly interjected. “Have you? Was it worth it?”

“I have, mostly,” you winked, and she giggled. “If it’s worth it, well, I suppose we’ll see in fifty years whether I’m happily married or not.”

“I can’t believe someone who claims to be conservative got married so fast.”

“I didn’t say I was conservative, I said I was traditional: it’s traditional to marry quickly,” you explained. “When you know, you know.”

“That’s so romantic,” she cooed. You weren’t sure you agreed. It was simply the truth.

“Say, what’s your name, girl?” you asked.

“Hana,” she replied.

“Hana, would you like to be my maid of honor?”

She choked a little. “What?”

“Well, Julian made Geralt his best man and I don’t have any friends to even out the whole thing. So, you can be my first friend and be in my wedding, if you’d like. The position comes with a nice dress.”

“Thank you, madam,” she curtsied, “I’d love to.”

She scurried off with another servant to go find an appropriate dress, and you still worried that this look was all wrong for you. You did your best to pick up the skirt, moving into the hallway. You knew where Jaskier was waiting, and you knocked on the door. Just as it began to open, you grabbed the handle.

“Don’t open the door,” you commanded.

“Sorry, I suppose I was thrown off by the knocking,” you heard him reply.

“You can’t see me before the wedding,” you explained.

“Well, it was nice not seeing you, then?”

“I needed to ask your opinion on something.”

“Go ahead,” he offered.

“I was wondering what you think of my outfit.”

An awkward moment passed silently.

“Looks great,” he groaned.

“I know you can’t see it, I just mean…” you trailed off, and started over: “were you expecting me to wear trousers?”

“When I imagined you on our wedding day, I wasn’t really thinking about that.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how wide your smile would be, how your eyes would sparkle, the colour of your hair when the light hits it just right…"

"...Okay, but was I wearing my dress blues? Or an actual dress?” you asked, confused. He sighed.

“Darling, you’re going to look amazing either way. Wear whatever you want. I’d marry you if you came out there in a burlap sack!”

You smiled, feeling yourself blush. It might have sounded simple to anyone else, but to you, knowing his refined fashion sense, it was quite meaningful.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed.

“Alright,” he replied.

“Are they closed?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Don’t open them,” you commanded sternly.

“Yes, I get it darling, these instructions aren’t nearly as complicated as you’re making them out to be!”

You opened the door slowly, to find him waiting with eyes closed and a small smile. You stepped closer, trying not to bump your skirt into him, and pressed your lips against his. He returned the kiss, and his hands started to reach for your waist, but you grabbed them first, hoping to prevent him from feeling the fabric. He smiled against your lips, his fingers interlacing with yours.

You pulled back a bit, appreciating how lovely he looked up close like this. “Thinking of running off? Again?” you asked.

“Not a chance,” he whispered back.

“You’re not craving adventure?”

“Of course I am,” he answered. “My greatest adventure is right here in front of me.”

The ceremony was traditional, elegant, not obnoxiously lavish: fitting for a woman like you. The reception, meanwhile, was rowdy, energetic, full of laughing and dancing, bathed in orange glow, warm and inviting: fitting for a man like him.

He practically dragged you to the middle of the hall, waving some instructions to the band (which he still played with most of the time at his own wedding) and swinging you into a dance.

“You know, I never danced until I met you,” you told him.

“I can tell,” he replied with a smile. You laughed at the burn.

“I hate you,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“You love me,” he grinned.

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive,” you countered.

He kissed you; it didn’t feel as different as you expected, now that he was your husband.

My husband Julian, you thought to yourself. It had a nice ring to it.

Time seemed to go by quickly when the two of you were together. A whole lifetime passed in an instant. He had a habit of fiddling with his ring, twirling it around his finger. He sang all the time, most of it just sentence fragments and little riffs, his way of working out new songs. He was a ridiculously anxious parent, barely willing to take his eyes off the kids for a moment. The only time he seemed to calm down was when he was serenading them to sleep. He wrote so many incredible songs in his life; all his best love songs were not about you, actually, but the children. Not that the love songs about you weren’t wonderful, because they were. You had plenty of awkward moments when you met a new person and had to explain that yes, you were the Lady Pankratz of Revellon from the songs— even more awkward when it was someone you were arresting.

Araja wanted you to do something spectacular for your fiftieth wedding anniversary, but you had one appointment you knew you needed to keep. You had dinner with Hana, herself a girl turned wife turned mother turned old woman now (if this little girl is an old woman, how fucking old am I? you’d thought when you saw her again), and told her that you had made the right choice; that all these years later, you were still happily married.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier x oc #dandelion x reader #my writing #wow i cant believe its overrrrrrr

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balizardsnakething · 4 years ago

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TW DRAMA AND ME ACTING ON MY EMOTIONS CAUSE OF THIS POST

Granted I did post this after sending her an apology and I’m glad I now have official confirmation that she has seen said apology. The very fact that I have sent an apology means that I had got over the situation and just didn’t care about it anymore. I also tagged @toomanyfamdom because we thought it was ✨funny✨ and have gotten over the situation (unlike some).

It should also be noted that I haven’t had any contact with Maddy since everything that happened and at least had the decency to send an apology and move on. Also, for the record, I had nothing to do with that list of toxicity. That list was put together and shown to me by my friends. I then continued to FORWARD THE SAME MESSAGE to Maddy because I disagreed with the list.

Let’s see, shall we? Up first on the list of hell that I had nothing to do with (and disagree with) there is... “inconsiderate of time zones and peoples family life.” This eventually turned out to be accurate, not just for me but for many others. Madison would organise events like DnD games at UNGODLY hours in the morning (because she is in American time zones) and when us British people were unable to turn up she would kick them from the game and then proceed to shame their character for an hour. Granted her uncle did pass (im very sorry for your loss), but that had nothing to do with anything. Many of us (including myself) helped Maddy and were there for her, and I have plenty of messages to prove it.

ANOTHER thing to do with time is when I was added to one of the greatest Instagram group chats in the world! However, my sleep was abruptly ruined when Maddy group-called the chat at 4am because she wanted to play Minecraft with a friend. Please direct call next time... thanks.

Whilst on the subject of time family life, one of the most memorable things this girl did was shame me and attack me on one of the discord servers we were both on. What made this even worse was that I had an audition for a London West End theatre school which had the power to change my LIFE. And Maddy knew this and also knew that it was worrying me and that I was extremely stressed about it. You may say ‘oh, it's just a coincidence’. If you believe that please explain why said post tagged everyone and was posted 5 mins before my audition. Maddy knew this would stress me out, I spoke about the audition and my ability to read into things many times before and she knew this would get to me! A lot of the things Maddy did were petty shit, but then again, that’s who she is.

Next up is... “shows blatant favouritism.” Well, it’s no surprise Maddy has so many friends! But which ones does she actually care about? My friends and I witness this first hand on many occasions, one of which being another DnD game where she was the dungeon master. Maddy made the turn order by (and I quote’, “the order is in who I love the most.” This caused some of us to feel a little uncomfortable, but we continued until Maddy put each character on a path to different destinations and explained which each path was. By the time it got to me, my dyspraxia/dyslexia couldn't hold the information, and I asked Maddy to explain them all again. Maddy agreed and but then ended with, “You just used up you go, Charley.” I was so confused! Apparently, explanations waste a turn??? But this was fine by me until Maddy explained the destinations to another player, but this time, she let them choose where they wanted to go instead of keeping them on the bench, awaiting their turn. Maddy would also allow people to have longer goes/round claiming that there was more to their story. My turn would be around 2mins where someone else would be 5. Again, petty shit which still happens to make people upset.

Note: It was not just me who felt this way! Many others slid into my dms because they felt upset with how Maddy treated others but not themselves.

Up next is, “making your best friend feel like shit for making a joke”. Another reminder, this list wasn’t written by me, it was written by my friend who was watching from the outside. And this is very true. I would often make jokes with people about Donald Trump and America because their laws and president (not anymore) were stupid. This always seemed to annoy Maddy and hurt her feelings. I would often make a throwaway comment but end up feeling bad about it because Maddy would leave the call. I always felt like I was walking on thin ice with her because if I said something even remotely controversial, she would not speak to me and leave the call. This really hurt me because I cared about my friends a heck of a lot and never wanted to ruin any relationships with them. I would send countless messages to Maddy, apologising and crying to her, telling her not to be mad at me. THAT 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 TOXIC 👏🏻 RELATIONSHIP 👏🏻 One joke shouldn’t be the be-all and end-all of a friendship,, but that is what It always felt like! Also, Maddy never specified it was a trigger until recently, and even after she did say it was a trigger, I held back so she could feel comfortable.

The final thing is: “made you feel bad for your emotions.” Madison needs to learn that EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT and that people deal with things in different ways. Not everyone is smart, sensitive or skinny like she is. Whenever anyone hurt my friends, I would lash out and act upon my emotions because I didn’t know what else to do. This is something Maddy heavily criticised me for and something that eventually resulted in me listening to high-frequency sounds so I could get rid of my emotions and feel numb. My logic was that I didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again by jumping the gun and acting upon emotion. But thanks to others, I was pulled out of that loop, and I’ve learnt to use logic and reason as well as emotion.

As for “breaking my heart”. Yes. Our friendship ending did hurt me, a lot. Just like everything with you, it is very one-sided. I was reaching out, listening and trying to help Maddy repair relationships with people whom she’d hurt. We both said equally bad things which made the ‘relationship’ toxic, and I would just like to point out that the name, ‘evil Maddy’ is cringe and I’m ashamed I was ever friends with you considering you used that in a callout post. /hj

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Sarcasm aside, ima be real here because I am not afraid to tell my side of the story. So, @ thenameisnoone / Maddy. Here is a long-ass response to the post you made about me. xx

Look, I’m not going to call you out or use Politics_notmything to cancel you because I’m not like that. I’m an actual good person who really tried with Maddy and dis my best to change myself to make her feel comfortable. I left a group chat with all my friends for a week and blamed it on ‘family issues’ because I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. I made an entire Birthday PowerPoint for her, which included some of my best and favourite bootlegs. I made a genuine effort, but Maddy didn't really do anything else but tell me to “calm down” or “not throw everything away and give in to anger or despair and calm down until you can think rationally and make a logical decision”.

And I’m glad I actually saw this because this is a classic Maddy move. She argues with people, builds up a situation then removes/blocks them, so they cant see everything she’s saying about them (i have proof of this from a server im in.) It has happened before, and she manipulated people into believing her side of the story.

“I am allowed to block people who lie to me about serious topics even though they have trust issues which makes them unable, to tell the truth, if it hurts them. I am allowed to talk to people who blow up on me before hearing my side of things where they would have realised what they thought is wrong even though I dont get back to people until 3am and decide to leave them on delivered/read for days at a time when I am happily talking in other servers. I am allowed to block people who accuse me of shit-talking them with my friends who I introduced them to (and I never do that) when I have only defended them and said friends genuinely were being nice to them even if they have proof. I am allowed to block people. Period.” - Maddy

And I’m not saying Maddy isn't allowed to block people. It’s a free world. Im just defending myself :)

Granted, Maddy did defend me and say that this situation shouldn’t change anyone opinions on me, and I can say the same. Just because I had a terrible experience with Maddy, doesn’t mean she is a bad person and I encourage anyone online who loves women’s’ history and WATT to befriend her.

But being honest, she did also call me a bitch on a Tumblr callout post, so I had to come and write this all down for safekeeping and reblogging purposes. Im not a bitch, and that is why I’m not using my following to cancel her. But anyway, we both had some shit experiences with each other so you can read this and make up your own mind even though I did back her up with the previous call-out post, sent her my support, apologised and didn’t block her when she was at a bad time in her life or when she needed help. If anyone has a problem with me posting this, please contact me via DM.

Sorry, not sorry ‘bout what I said. I’m just tired of your petty shit.

#it was supposed to be a joke #u took it too far #like u always do #please just move on #your causing so much unnecessary drama #no offence #but this is just stupid #also dont presume in not gonna find out #can we also talk about how #i destroyed my mental health for u #cos u wanted someone to spy for u #cos u were once again #BEING PETTY #also florida sucks #i just thought id mention #make sure ya'll vote biden next time

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years ago

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Ghost from the past IV [ Roger Taylor x F!Reader ]

Words : 3, 800 K +

Warnings : language, angst, humiltation

Summary : Reader and Roger are in love and happy. Until Ally, first love and ex-girlfriend of Roger come back after years of silence, bringing chaos in their perfect life.

Note : I don’t why I’m so mean with poor reader but I swear I can’t stop. I do know Freddie wasn’t a bad guy but with the drugs, alcohol and the fact that is purely fictional I’m sure you can deal with it 👀 So much drama, I mean it’s almost worse than a telenovela guys, I warn you but it’s pretty fun to write 😈 Tell me what you think my cutie pies 👀

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@/ none of these gifs are mine xx

"Don’t be nervous, everything is gonna be fine" Roger murmured to your ear as you were both sat in the taxi, going to Freddie’s place for your birthday and also celebrating the new album of Queen, which was supposed to be release soon.

“Ally is gonna be here and she hate me” You whined, pressing strongly Roger’s hand. "And Fred...he is— he wasn’t very kind with me last time" You mumbled remembering Freddie’s attitude, you really didn’t want to experience it again.

"I know baby, but you know how Fred is...he can be a bit extreme and clumsy, he didn’t intend to hurt you" His lips brushed gently against your cheekbone, his fingers firmly interlaced with yours.

You didn’t answer, only hoping Roger was right.

"And about Ally..." He continued. “I think she feel threaten by you” You scoffed almost offended, how a girl like her would be afraid of you ? "Baby, I’m telling you, she always had a...reputation, doing some crazy stuffs all the time, she’s the last person I would have seen with a kid. And she know the boys think like me” His thumb was playing with your ring, a habit Roger took since you get engaged and you grew fond of it. "But you on the other hand...you’re definitely a mom material, you’re natural with kids, she saw that too"

"Are you calling me boring ?" You asked with an amused smile but a still a bit worry. You heard few stories about Ally and boy, she did insane things when she was younger.

Roger scoffed at you, pretending to be shocked by your words.

"Do you really think that I, Roger Taylor, hot drummer from Queen, would get engage with someone who is boring ?” You smiled cheekily and shook negatively your head. " ‘course you’re not boring my love. But you are...softer than Ally, a caring loving soul and it’s obvious that you will be an incredible mother. Our kids gonna love you"

Your heart fluttered heavily in your chest, our kids...Roger chuckled at the sparkling stars in your gaze.

“I love you" You captured his lips for a tender kiss and you could feel him smiled widely against your skin as he murmured a I love you more. “You’re such a sap” You chuckled softly.

"Only for you baby” He winked at you as the time as the car stopped, signalling that you were arrived at your destination. “Hold on tight my love, they’re starving for some juicy gossips tonight" They referring to the crowd of fierce journalists ready to do anything to have a picture of the drummer of Queen and his lady.

You hated them.

Roger’s hand firmly wrapping around yours, practically dragging you through the horde of flashes and screams.

"Roger ! Over here !”

“(Y/N) ! How are you feeling about breaking a family ?”

"Mr Taylor ! Is this true you’re secretly dating the mother of your son ?"

"Are the rumours about the cancellation of your wedding true ?"

You hid your face the best you could into Roger’s back, trying to ignore the nasty comments you get at every step, slowly but surely fissuring your confidence.

“You’re okay ?” The drummer squeezed gently your hand and you nodded, not trusting your voice for the moment. “Let’s go then, birthday girl"

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It was about two hours into the party and you were currently in the garden, taking a little break from the crowd, loud music and all the other crazy stuffs Freddie had plan for the evening. It was fun but a bit suffocating, not really your favourite kind of night. They were so many peoples, it didn’t really feel like a party for your birthday at all but Roger and the rest of the boys seemed to have fun so you were okay too. You took a sip of your wine, a bit tipsy, the sound of the window opening made you turn around. You gulped discreetly when you recognized Ally, she was wearing a gorgeous long dress, hugging perfectly her thin waist with a pretty low neckline and you would lie if you wouldn’t say you were a bit jealous of how everything seemed to fit her perfectly.

“(Y/N)” She said rather coldly and lighted a cigarette, stayed at a good distance away from you. “Funny to see you here, Roger told me it wasn’t really your scene”

You wished she would have just ignored you.

“Well, I’m celebrating my birthday so here I am.” You shrugged, keeping your eyes on the lovely garden. “What about you ? Where is Seth ?”

She winced slightly at the name of her son and took a deep puff, her necklace – which looked incredibly expensive for someone who needed money from Roger only few months ago – was twinkling under the moonlight as well as her big earring. You felt a bit ridicule in your simple short dress, nothing too brashness but she, would certainly catching everyone’s eyes tonight.

“He is sleeping upstairs, Freddie closed the access at his floor” You nodded simply, feeling awkward in this silence. “You know (Y/N), I have nothing against you” She spooned around, looking at you. “I can see you really love Rog, I kind of feel sorry for you”

You shifted uncomfortably, the last thing you wanted to discuss about with her was Roger.

“What do mean you feel sorry ?” You took a big sip and focused your gaze on your bright ring, always warming your heart.

“He is not gonna stay with you, he never do, with no one. That who he is, he have his little amount of fun then he moved on to another pretty flower” She looked at you with little smile, not mean though, almost a sorry one.

But you were angry, how dare she come to your face to say stuffs like that ? What was her purpose except hurting you ?

“I don’t think you know the real Roger or you wouldn’t talk about him like that” You spat and she seemed surprise by your ferocious tone. “He’s more than just the playboy you saw in him, he is smart and talented–“

“I never said he wasn’t (Y/N). What I’m saying is don’t get your hope to high because soon he will find someone else” She explained as she expired the smoke by her nose, a satisfied smirk on her pink lips. “No offence but you’re a bit...not boring but more...bland ? Yeah you’re tasteless and it’s not gonna take much longer before he grew bored of you, honey”

You clenched your jaw at the hatred which flew through your body, she knew exactly where to hit to hurt you. Your lack of confidence was apparently more visible that you thought.

“If you think he will go back to you, it’s not–“

“He will” She stated firmly and her assurance made you a bit cracking up. “We got a son together, of course he will come back to me. We always been close (Y/N), more than you and him could ever be, don’t waste your time sweetheart, it’s useless” She dropped her half finished cigarette in your drink and gave you a last smirk before turning around to the window.

You blinked few times, your heart hammering loudly against your chest, she was doing that just to scare you away. Roger loved you.

“We’re engaged and you’re just jealous” You commented rather quietly but she heard you anyway and glanced at you with an amused smile.

“Poor (Y/N), you’re really cute. You think I’m jealous of you ? Oh come on” She chuckled and you felt your cheeks blushed furiously at her mocking remark. “Let me tell you a little something because obviously Roger didn’t tell you...” She drummed slightly her fingers on her plumpy lips, pretending to think then shrugged. “Here the deal, darling, Roger and I, are already married so...I don’t think I have anything else to ad, right ?” She winked at you and disappeared quickly, leaving you completely dumbfounded.

You shook your head and abandoned your drink somewhere in a table, rushing through the crowd to find the bathroom. You locked yourself in it and drank some water, trying to calm your heavy heartbeat. This girl...she was the worst. Her and Roger...married...that wasn’t possible. Who asked someone to marry him if he is already engaged ? That was silly. She was just trying to mess up with your mind. You took a deep breath and get out from here, determined to find Roger and asked for some explanations. Or rather reassurance.

It took you a good twenty minutes to find the drummer, he was in the spacious marbled kitchen of the singer, taking out of the fridge several bottles of expensive champagne, humming happily.

“Rog, can I talk to you for a second ?” You tugged on his shirt and he glanced toward you, a warm smile spreading on his features. His cheeks were a bit red and was blinking furiously, two things that proved you he already had few drinks in his bloodstream.

“Hiya my love” He pressed his cold and wet hands from the bottles on your cheeks, making you shivered. “Miss you tonight, where were you hiding ?” He brushed a sloppy kiss on your lips, giggling dizzily. He must feel your tense behaviour as you didn’t really respond to the kiss. “What’s wrong ?” He rubbed gently your face, his eyebrows furrowing as he was trying his best to focus on you.

“I...it’s about Ally. She said–“

“Oh Ally ? I know she told me !” He shook his head with an amused smile and you cocked your head, not sure what he is talking about. She certainly didn’t tell he was going back with her, he wouldn’t react like that. “She said that you and her had a little talk and now things between both of you were cool, with Seth and all” You were speechless by the boldness of this girl but before you could explain to him what really happened, he continued, a bit overexcited. “Baby, you can’t believe how relieve I am that you and Ally made peace. This tension between you two was eating me alive, I was so worried about Seth being in this mess too...” He had more drinks than you thought or he would never have told you that.

He brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it with a giggle, he seemed really happy about what Ally told him and you didn’t want to break his hope about the two of you so you kept your mouth shut. This wedding thing though, was still in your mind and swore to yourself to ask him tomorrow as soon as he wake up.

“Rog, hun, Freddie’s looking for you !” Of course Ally was sent to find him, how surprising. She tugged on his shoulder, dragging him out of the kitchen and pretending you weren’t even here.

Roger caught your hand before following her, he tripped on his feet and giggled childishly, soon you all ended in the large, no giant, living-room, Freddie at the center of the room. He had black sunglasses on his nose and was draped with a big crown on his head, a cape matching the hat on his shoulders, he was royal indeed.

“Here you are Rog ! Come on, tonight we have a lot to celebrate !” You followed timidly the drummer, feeling tenser the more you get close to the infernal duo Ally and Freddie. “I have a little surprise for the queen of the night !” You felt your hands sweated into Roger’s and you were practically sure he wasn’t talking about you. “Ally, my sweet darling, I ordered from the best french pastry chef this desert, to celebrate in once every of your birthdays that we missed !”

You felt your face burned, of course he would find a way to turn the attention to Ally. Not that you minded to stay away from all the wondering eyes but it hurt a bit. He used to spoil you on your birthday but this year he didn’t even gave you a call. You were losing a great friend with not real reason and it caused you pain, more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

The crowd was beaming in excitation, everyone pressing around you to have a look of the giant cake that four men just put on the brown table.

“That’s look pretty cool” Roger commented with an amused smile.

It was, at least, a hundred of cupcake with Ally’s face on it and the whole of them were next to each other, forming a shape of heart. She jumped in his arms, kissed loudly his cheeks with a high giggling, thanking Fred a billion times.

“Hum Fred, where is (Y/N)’s cake ? The one we picked together, do you remember it ?” Brian asked with his brows furrowed.

You knew it was a sweet gesture from the guitarist, at least someone remembered that it was suppose to be for your birthday, Freddie and Roger had insist a lot for you to agree, but right now you wished he had keep his mouth shut. You were pretty sure Freddie wouldn’t hesitate to make a sharp remark about it. And you were totally right.

“I’m sorry but we had a little change of plan (Y/N) darling. I’m sure you don’t mind ?” He didn’t even let you answer and took a sip of the champagne bottle. “Anyway twenty eight years old isn’t a big deal, no need to fuss about it”

“I think it’s thirty Freddie” Paul added with snarkily smile and the lead singer clapped his hand with a grin before patting Paul’s cheek.

“Is this right honey ? You’re thirty years old ? Would explain a lot of thing” He commented as he lowered his sunglasses, observing you from head to toes. “You should maybe start putting some Anti-Aging cream, wouldn’t be a luxe darling” He saw the look of hurt on you face but it visibly didn’t stop him. You knew he was fucking high and obviously shit-faced, it wasn’t the real Freddie but he was going too far this time.

You stayed frozen as every single people in the room laughed loudly, inspecting you shamelessly, all going with their little comments about your clothes or the lack of space between your thighs. Even Roger was laughing, your hands still interlaced, he gave you a sweet smile before pressing a kiss on your burning cheek. You clenched your jaw roughly to avoid crying, you bowed your head a little, your gaze finding Veronica’s one. She gave you a sad smile, shaking her head, disapproving Freddie’s behaviour toward you.

“It’s just a joke, baby. Relax” Roger murmured to your ear and you felt even worse. How could he not see how uncomfortable you were ? “She is twenty-seven Fred, you bastard, you know that I’m sure” He added louder with an amused smile and Freddie gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his mouth.

“Darling, it’s even worse than I thought !” The laughs came back, echoing in the living-room and you felt your eyes burned, ears turning pink. You blinked furiously, feeling the familiar panic rising through your chest, you hated being the center of the attention and it was even worse when it was just to humiliate you. “Ally, honey, maybe you should give her the cream box I offered you earlier. She need it more than you”

The brunette didn’t miss the occasion to snort heavily, wiping a tear from her eyes as she looked at you, pinching her lips. “I’m not sure it would be enough Freddie”

She smiled proudly at the crowd bursted in laugh again and honestly you never felt so humiliated in all your life. You sniffled quietly and quickly dried the few tears which escaped with your dress’ sleeve. You wanted to run away but you couldn’t move, your head was spinning, your shoulders low as the humiliation washed over you, the evening couldn’t have been worse.

“I think it’s enough now” It wasn’t Roger who spoke, it was Brian. He stood up and John was right behind him, both of them looking furious. “Fred you’re being a dick right now, stop that immediatly.

“Oh my god Brian, stop being so dramatic !” The singer rolled his eyes.

“It’s just a joke, what ? She can’t even take a joke without crying ?” Ally added with a chuckle. She glanced at your wet face and hid her smiling face onto Freddie’ shoulder. “Apparently not”

“It’s not funny, you idiot ! Do you think (Y/N) look like she is having a good time ?” John spat angrily, as someone rather shy, he knew how horrible you must be feeling right now, your shaky hands and low head proving him right.

“She know it’s a joke, right baby ?” The drummer bowed his face toward you with a grin which immediately fell when he saw the salty tears rolling on your features. You avoided purposely his gaze, your pathetic sniffles was the only noises above the low music. “(Y/N)...shit, baby, don’t cry...it’s was just a joke” Roger tried to save the situation but it was way too late. You violently moved away his hands from your face and Freddie caught your wrist before you could move.

“(Y/N) darling, it’s wasn’t my purpose to make you cry, I swear” He grabbed a cupcake and put a candle on it, bossing Paul to light it up. “Here, honey. Happy birthday” For few seconds, you recognised Freddie’ soft smile, the real one, not Paul’s puppet and it warmed a bit your heart.

Ally saw it too and didn’t hesitate before accidentally knocking off a waiter, he spilled the multiple glasses of champagne from his tray on your dress. A loud gasp collective resonating in the room as the liquid immediately soaked your white clothes, showing everyone of good look of your hardening nipples due to the cold drink. Now, it was the summon of your humiliation.

“Well, someone forgot to put a bra tonight. Who knew (Y/N) could be a naughty girl like that ?” Paul’s twangy voice commented with a little laugh. “But please, no one want to see that, trust me” He pinched his lips, savouring your face crumbling under his vicious comment.

You immediately turned your heels and practically ran to the main door, sobbing and shaking loudly. The cold air of London hit you hard but you couldn’t care less, you crossed your arm to cover your chest and stopped walking when you saw the crowd of journalists still waiting in front of the main door. You couldn’t escape like you wanted to. You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and recognised Roger’ scent immediately. He slid your coat on your shoulders and rubbed your arms quickly, your bag hanging on him.

“I’m sorry baby. Let’s go home okay ?” You nodded simply, your head downed to the ground and you let Roger dragged your back to the car, the burnt of your earlier humiliation well rooted in your stomach, you wanted nothing more than disappeared right now.

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“(Y/N) ? Baby ?” You opened your eyes with difficulty, they were swollen from all the cry from the previous night. You had almost immediately fall asleep back at home, after sobbing painfully onto Roger’s chest for few more minutes. “How are you feeling ? You were talking and sleeping during your sleep”

That wasn’t surprising, you often had an agitated sleep when you fell asleep in a such poorly state. You glanced at him next to you and you throat tightened at yesterday’s memories. How he found your humiliation funny. It wasn’t on purpose, you knew it but it didn’t change the sharp pain you had feel last evening.

When he saw you weren’t going to answer, your red and puffy eyes was enough for him to guess, he gulped loudly, trying to find the good words to apologise.

“I...I’m sorry baby. I was drunk and I didn’t think Freddie really hurt you, I should have defend you, I’m such a dick” He caressed softly your cheek, hoping for an answer but you kept staring at your fingers, playing with the hem of the pillow. You had honestly nothing to say. You felt exhausted and incredible sad, nothing less, nothing more. “It won’t happen again, I swear. I’m going to talk to him and believe me it’s the last time he had speak to you like this. Him and Ally, Christ, they’re terrible together...”

“You know what hurt me the most ?” You sat up slowly, couldn’t hear more of his rambling. He didn’t answer as he already knew what you were going to say. “Of every horrible things Fred told me, the worst was still you, laughing with everyone” He closed his eyes, sniffling rapidly before opened them again, his lower lips roughly trapped between his teeth. “Not need to tell you how I feel about myself right now, after everyone gave their little comments about my body, it was really nice” A fake smile curled on your lips and the blond shook his head.

“Baby, you’re fucking beautiful, you know that ! You’re–“

“Please, shut up Rog” He closed his mouth right away, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly. “I don’t need that now, I just want to forget this evening” He nodded quickly and carefully grabbed your hand, he relaxed a bit when you didn’t push him away. “I have just something I wanted to ask your yesterday but you were already drunk”

“What is it ?”

“Ally told me you were married” You said with a tired voice, you wanted to hear his explanations then slept for a thousand years. “So, Roger...am I wearing this ring like a fool ?” He frowned deeply then like he suddenly remembering something, he scratched awkwardly his chest. You already had your answer, you chuckled bitterly and took off your hands from his.

“I...it’s not...technically we’re married, yes” He replied with a shaky voice. “But only in Nevada ! I don’t even think it’s legitimate anywhere else. We...we were completely wasted and it was our first tour in America, we ended up in a shitty chapel with Ally in Las Vegas and got married” You weren’t even that surprise, after all he did told you she did a lot crazy thing, it made sense. “We weren’t even together anymore when it happened, it mean nothing baby, absolutely nothing. I didn’t declare the marriage anywhere, it’s like it never existed"

He glanced at you with pleading eyes but you just lay back, murmuring a quiet okay.

“Are you...are you mad at me ?”

“No, babe, it’s awesome. Once again Ally humiliated me, nothing new don’t worry. I’m used to it now” You answered sarcastically, burying your head in the pillows, when did you life become such a mess ? “I know you’re suppose to see Seth this morning, so go on”

“No, I’m stay–“

“I think I could use some time alone Roger” You whispered and you heard him sigh sadly.

He pressed a light kiss on your head. “I love you (Y/N)” The bed squeaked a bit as he stood up and walked to the door, your eyes closed and hiding from his guilty features. “I hope you can forgive me for my stupidity”

You hoped too.

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h-styles-babes · 7 years ago

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Can you do 13 and 23?

#13 “i could kiss you right now!”

So, I’ve combined these requests to give you this. Sorry it took a little long. I’ve been pretty busy with school, but i finally got a bit of down time to write this out. Hope you like it, and thanks for the request :) xx

When Harry had called Y/N and asked her to meet him at a local cafe between their two flats just off campus, she figured it was just for a quick meet up like they usually did. So, she’d donned a jacket to protect against the biting cold of a late fall day in London and trekked her way the short walk from her flat to the warm shoppe.

Harry and Y/N had met their first year of uni during their very first class of the year, and they’d been pretty good mates ever since. It was the first time either of them had been in London for more than a day’s trip, both having been from other parts of England. Harry was from Holmes Chapel, a small village in Cheshire, and Y/N was from Malmesbury, a similarly small village in Wiltshire. They’d bonded over their humble upbringings and their similar tastes in music, as well as their love for baking. It also helped that they were both studying law and were in many of the same classes and made sure they were always together for any projects and study groups.

Three years in, they were thick as thieves, and they spent most of their free time together with the occasional added company of Niall, an Irishman whom Harry shared a flat with, and Y/N’s own flatmate, Penelope. Harry and Y/N remained the closest out of the bunch, though, and many mistook them for a couple, even though there’d never even been an inkling of anything other than platonic love in their friendship. They usually just laughed it off, and Y/N only really blushed when Penelope brought it up now.

It was fair to say Y/N had a bit of a crush on Harry. She always had, really. His cheeky grin and his disarmingly green eyes were the first things she’d noticed about him the first time she saw him, and his charismatic personality and intense care for others were a close second, and that was only because he hadn’t spoken for at least ten minutes the first time they sat beside each other. The feelings she had for him got brushed aside within the first month of knowing him, though, opting for being a good friend as opposed to trying her hand at getting anything else. Looking back now, that had been the best decision she could have ever made, because Harry and her shared a bond that she didn’t even share with her mates that she’d had since she was a toothless little girl in primary.

Y/N shook out her umbrella under the awning of the shoppe, already spying Harry through the large windows. He was at their normal table, two cups of tea already sat in front of him, and Y/N had to smile at the gesture. Harry grumbled every time Y/N stood at the counter to order, looking over the menu to find something to drink when he knew she’d just end up ordering the same thing she always did, so he took it upon himself to get it for her if he arrived first, avoiding the headache. Y/N really only did it to annoy him and see him flush a little when he got worked up over it, but she also enjoyed knowing that he knew her well enough to order what she liked. Harry had the patience of a saint when it came to anything else, but for some reason, Y/N’s ordering skills were his downfall. She found it hilarious.

Harry ran a hand through his long curls, something Y/N had come to love. When her and Harry met, he’d had a pretty standard, shaggy haircut where the ends of his hair only really began to curl a bit, but Y/N was pretty sure he hadn’t cut it since. It was now just past his shoulders, forming full ringlets that always looked so lush and always smelled of the coconut shampoo he used in the mornings after his workouts. She’d teased him about its length when he first started growing it out, but she’d developed a soft part for his signature locks, and she quite enjoyed running her fingers through it when he’d lay his head on her lap while they were studying or watching some telly.

“Hey, thanks for gettin’ this for me,” she said in greeting, dropping a kiss to the top of his head before she pulled out her chair. “Bloody cold out there.”

“Well, it’s December…” he reasoned, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Thank you, Harold. I had no idea.” Y/N rolled her eyes and blew a bit at the surface of the liquid in her mug. The scent of chai hit her in the face, and she hummed in contentment at her favourite winter-time tea. Technically, it was still only fall, but it was cold enough that she considered it to be winter. Honestly, she’d drink chai tea at any time of year, but the spicy scent from the cinnamon in it reminded her vividly of the winter months.

“How’s it going, love?” he asked, once they’d both settled.

“Good, just finished up that essay we have due for Jameson’s class,” she shrugged. “Still gotta do the editing and resource page, but it’s done otherwise.”

“I’ve still gotta get my conclusion together,” he groaned, sitting back in his chair. He scrubbed his hands over his face before pushing one back into his hair. “Only got a few days left.”

“You’ll be fine, H,” Y/N brushed off with a wave of her hand. She knew Harry enough to know that he always stressed about things like this, only to pull through with high marks once he turned it in. She’d watched him stress and ramble about how he was going to do shit on something, only for him to pull absolute gold out of his arse and turn in an immaculate piece of work that deserved to be bloody published. It was incredibly annoying, but she found his worrying beforehand a little endearing.

“I know,” he huffed, leaning his elbows back on the table. “I’m just anxious for holiday, I think.”

They only had a week left before the term ended for Christmas and New Years, and they could feel the antsy-ness creeping up on them. Both were excited for the time off and get back to their families and have a bit of a relaxation before they went on with their last term before graduation. They were so close, but the break was much needed and felt like it couldn’t come fast enough.

“One more week of exams and papers,” Y/N nodded. “Then we get to go home and pig out on junk and watch as much telly as we want.”

“Got my best mate’s wedding to go to, too,” Harry added, his tone suddenly becoming tense, fingers darting up to pull at his bottom lip.

Y/N squinted her eyes at the gesture. Harry’s oral fixation only really presented itself when he was nervous about a situation. The lip pulling, biting at his bottom one with his front teeth, licking them, dragging his fingers along the corners—they were all his tells. Y/N was curious as to why he was nervous, now, though. Last she’d heard, Harry was excited about his friend’s impending wedding. He’d been asked to be a groomsman and he’d been elated to get to wear a fancy tux and spend a day with his mates from back home. She was unsure of where the nerves were suddenly coming from and why.

“What’s wrong?” she finally asked. “Yeh were so excited for the wedding just last week. Why are yeh nervous now?”

Harry cringed. He was about to have to spill his secret to his best mate at uni about the lie he’d been keeping up with his friends from back home. He’d also have to propose his ridiculous idea to her and hopefully plead his way into getting her to agree to it. He felt pretty shitty to have kept the story up for so long with his friends, but it had been innocent at first, and then just progressively gotten out of hand. He didn’t think it’d come this far, though, and he knew it was all his fault. He didn’t see a way out, really, and he was hoping Y/N would just agree so he wouldn’t be revealed as a liar at his best mate’s wedding.

“I’ve done something stupid.”

Y/N snorted. “What else is new?”

He scowled at her as she giggled over the rim of her mug. “I was only gonna tell yeh ‘cause I needed your help, but I’ll go elsewhere if you’re gonna be mean ‘bout it.”

She quelled her laughs, only a few slipping out as she apologized. “Sorry, sorry. What’s the problem, H? How can I help?”

“I may or may not have told my mates—on more than a few occasions—that I couldn’t hang out when I was back home because I was spending time with my girl.”

Y/N gave him a deadpan look. “Why on earth would yeh do that? Yeh haven’t got a girl. And can’t yeh just tell ‘em yeh broke up or summat?”

“I ran out of excuses to avoid goin’ to parties and pub crawls. My liver couldn’t handle it anymore,” he whined, a drama queen as always. “Tellin’ ‘em I had a girl was easier than just tellin’ ‘em ‘no.’”

“You’re an idiot. Still doesn’t explain why yeh can’t just tell ‘em yeh broke up. Happens in real life, H.”

“Problem is, I already told ‘em I couldn’t hang out the first night I got back because I had to pick my girl up from the train station then. Said she was visitin’ over the holidays.”

“You’re an actual idiot,” she repeated, shaking her head. Only Harry would get himself into this sort of situation with no way to back out.

“I know! I fucked up.”

“So how exactly am I supposed to help yeh?”

“Gonna need someone to go to the wedding with since I already fucked up and put down that I’d be bringing a plus one. Now I need a plus one. Just pretend to be my date.”

Her eyes widened and she sat up straighter in her chair. “You’re not asking me to pretend to be your date, Harry. I’d really be your date to the wedding. You’re asking me to pretend to be your girlfriend. The girlfriend that your dumb ass made up.”

“Yeah, alright,” he relented with a sigh. “I’m asking yeh to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for a few days. I’m going home on a Tuesday, the wedding’s on a Friday. Yeh can be back home by Saturday evening.”

“I haven’t got anything to wear to a wedding, Harry!” she protested. She was a jeans and jumpers sort of girl. The only dress she owned was one that was appropriate for job interviews and formal presentations. It was very business-like, and was definitely not something that was wedding-worthy.

“I’m sure Gem’s got something yeh can borrow,” Harry assured, already knowing his sister and Y/N were around the same size. Y/N had a few more…assets than he’d ever cared to notice about his sister, but they’d made it work before. Y/N had visited him in Holmes Chapel enough times to become friends with Gemma and swap clothes with her when need be.

“You’re really gonna make me do this?”

“I’m not makin’ yeh do anything,” he reasoned. “I’m askin’ nicely. And you’re agreein’, because you’re my best mate and yeh love me.” He shot her a cheeky grin, hoping it would get her to agree faster. He really did have to get back to his flat to finish his paper. And he had work later in the evening, so he was in a bit of a time crunch.

“You’re really lucky that I do love yeh, Styles,” she grumbled.

“So, is that a ‘yes?’”

“Yeah, sure. Like weddings well ‘nough.”

So that’s how she ended up on a train to Holmes Chapel with Harry the Tuesday after the beginning of their winter holiday. Anne and Gemma knew Y/N was tagging along with Harry to his mate’s wedding, but they didn’t know that she was pretending to be his girlfriend, as well. Neither his mum nor his sister were to be in attendance of the wedding, so it hadn’t been necessary to tell them. They just brushed it off as Harry asking Y/N to be his plus one and her getting to spend a little time with the Styles-Twist family during their break from school.

Gemma wouldn’t be showing up until the next day, with instructions from Harry to bring a few dress options for Y/N. Gemma was more than happy to comply, and she promised her brother she’d bring a few things she knew his mate would like.

Harry and Y/N agreed to act as couple-y as need be in front of his friends, not uncomfortable with showing physical affection toward one another anyways, even though she huffed and rolled her eyes through a lot of the discussion, still unable to fathom just how stupid he was to have gotten himself into this mess. She’d play nice when they were around his friends, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take the piss out on him any chance she could get otherwise.

Anne was all smiles and warm hugs when Harry and Y/N walked through her front door. Anne always loved Y/N, liking that her personality was a perfect compliment to Harry’s. She’d once accidentally voiced her opinion that she thought Harry and Y/N would make a good couple to Harry, which he’d immediately shot down. Anne could understand that they were just good friends, but she really thought they’d be better in a romantic relationship. And she wasn’t entirely convinced that both of them weren’t attracted to the other. She saw the way Harry’s gaze would linger on Y/N whenever she was in the room, even if he was having a conversation with someone else. And she saw the way Y/N’s lips would perk up in a little grin any time Harry was around, even if he wasn’t talking to or near here at the time. Anne was pretty sure they were smitten with each other and just too blind to see it.

Anne asked them about how school was going as she brewed up a pot of tea after they’d put their things away in Harry’s room. They took turns chatting about how studies were going and their anxiousness at finally being in their last part of school. Both Harry and Y/N would be carrying on to get their masters degrees, but it was nice to finally be done with their initial studies. They’d be qualified to get jobs in their fields, now, and actually utilize the skills they’d been learning for the last three years. They’d also be going to the same school again, still in London. They were glad to still have each other as support as they moved on to a different chapter in their lives.

Y/N stayed in Gemma’s room that night since it was vacant, but the following day, after Gemma arrived, she stayed in Harry’s room. It wasn’t uncommon for them, sleeping in the same bed together, and no one else thought anything of it. At this point, everyone who knew Harry and Y/N were used to their comfortable dynamic. Gemma had initially teased them about sleeping in the same bed together the first time Y/N had come out to visit, but it was just that once. It was a little weird now if they didn’t share a bed.

Wednesday evening, Y/N and Harry got hooked into going to see his mates down at the local pub so they can all hang out in a relaxed environment before the wedding. Harry no longer has an excuse, since they’ve all got to meet his “girlfriend” at some point, and Y/N points out that it’ll be an easy way to get introductions out of the way. So, Harry and Y/N get dressed after supper and head down to the pub. When they’re about a block away, Y/N grabs onto Harry’s wrist, trying to get his hand out of his pocket.

“What’re yeh doing? It’s cold,” he whined. He put a jacket on before they left, but it hasn’t got any pockets, so he’d been forced to put his hands in his jeans for warmth, but it wasn’t enough.

“Hold my hand, yeh knob,” she scoffed. “We look like we don’t even wanna be near each other.”

“That’s not true!” he protested. “We’re nearly bumping into each other, we’re walking so close together.”

“Harry, you’re super affectionate. It looks weird when someone like you isn’t touching the girlfriend they claim to care about.”

She’s got a point, Harry realized, so he easily slipped his fingers between Y/N’s dainty little ones, surprised to find them so warm. She smirked as she took their joined hands and shoved it into the large pocket of her jacket where it’s much toastier than the outside air. Harry flashes her a content grin before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

When they made it through the door of the pub, Harry immediately spotted his mates, all sat together in a large corner booth. Liam sat in the center, his arm draped around Cheryl’s shoulders, holding her close to his side. They were the ones getting married this weekend, and they looked completely content to Y/N. She knew Liam was a year older than Harry, and Cheryl was a few years older than her fiancé, but you couldn’t tell that just by looking at them, Louis was there too, sat on Liam’s other side, his girlfriend Eleanor sitting next to him, their hands intertwined on the table top. Y/N had never met them personally before, only ever seen their social media accounts via Harry and heard stories, so when the group spotted the entering the pub, all their eyes lit up with excitement to finally see Harry’s girl.

Harry extracted his hand from Y/N’s, only to wind it around her waist and settle it on her opposite hip in a move he’d seen the other lads do with their girls numerous times. If Harry and Y/n were stood together, he’d usually just throw his arm around her shoulders, but that seemed a bit too platonic in the moment.

“Harry! Yeh made it, mate!” Louis shouted to be heard over the chatter in the pub and the music that was playing throughout the room. “Almost expected yeh to flake out on us again.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he helped Y/N slide into the booth next to Cheryl, who grinned happily at the extra female company. “Fuck off, Tommo. ‘M here, aren’t I?”

“And yeh brought your girl!” Liam shouted happily, leaning across his soon-to-be wife to get a better view of the woman Harry had walked in with. “I’m Liam, and this is me missus, Cheryl.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Y/N reciprocated with a smile as Harry slid in next to her. “I’m Y/N. Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thank you, love,” Cheryl beamed, and Y/N was a little surprised by her Geordie accent. She knew enough about Liam and Louis, but she’d never really learned much about their partners.

The group settles into a comfortable conversation while sipping on pints. Y/N easily answers everyone’s questions, keeping everything truthful until they ask about how she and Harry got together. She honestly tells them that they met in class their first day of uni, but she knows Harry’s only been using the excuse that they’ve been dating for the last several months, so she explains that they’d been good mates for awhile until it just kind of blossomed into something more.

Harry had been prepared to jump in and manipulate the story a little bit if need be, but Y/N was handling it well on her own, so he slung an arm across her shoulder and sat back, listening to her tell the story of their fake relationship and watching his friends fall in love with her. He wasn’t surprised, honestly. He’d fallen in love with her within a few days of knowing her. He wasn’t really sure what type of love it was, though. He found her attractive, obviously—she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met—and he hung on just about every word she said, but she’d never shown any interest in him, so he’d kept his feelings platonic. He’d take loving her as a best friend any day over muddying their relationship with feelings that might not be reciprocated.

About two hours into their night, Liam suggested a game of darts since all the pool tables were occupied. The couples were put into teams, and Harry smirked, knowing Y/N and him were about to wipe the floor. He’d discovered in their first year that Y/N was extremely good at darts. She’d explained that her family had a dart board, and it had been a bit of an ongoing competition with her cousins over the years. Harry can’t recall a time when he’d seen her miss her target, even when she was right pissed.

They set the game up in elimination style, so the other two couples played against each other first. Before they began, Louis called out a bet, saying that whoever won overall wouldn’t pay for their drinks for the rest of the night, the tab to be picked up by the two losing teams. It wasn’t much, but it was enough encouragement to make it an actual competitions as opposed to six people just dicking around in a bar.

Harry and Y/N sat back as they watched the other teams due it out on the board. Y/N snickered when Cheryl tossed it and it stuck into the wall just above the board, a squeak emitting from her mouth.

“How do yeh think they’ll react when yeh go up there and throw ‘em perfectly?” Harry asked, leaning into her to mumble the words into her ear.

“Think they’ll be a little mad we hustled ‘em,” she chuckled.

Harry shrugged. “Their own damn faults for suggestin’ the game.

“Yeah, but they didn’t know I’ve basically been trainin’ my whole life for this moment,” she joked, bumping her hip into Harry’s.

He laughed and pulled her into him, their chests flush together. Y/N sighed at the warmth his body radiated to hers. He was always so cuddly and smelled so good that it was hard for her to refrain from pressing her nose into his neck and living there. Although, since the people around them thought they were dating, she couldn’t see why she couldn’t do just that. So, she pushed up onto her toes and buried her face into the juncture between his shoulder and neck, nuzzling her nose against his skin.

His grip around her shoulders tightened and she felt more than heard the chuckle bubbling in his chest. “What are yeh doin’, pet?”

“You’re warm,” she explained, winding her own arms around his waist, under his jumper. She thought he had a t-shirt on underneath, so she was a bit surprised when she made contact with bare skin, though she didn’t pull away. He really was warm, and she was basking in it a little bit. “And yeh smell really good.” He always smelled really good, but it wasn’t often that she was able to sample it straight from the source like that.

“How much have yeh had, yeh weirdo?” he teased her, but he just pulled her body closer to his. “Usually only get this cuddly when yeh’ve had a few.”

“Only the one,” she promised. “Can’t I just enjoy your warmth? Yeh know I’m always fucking freezing.” It was true. Something about poor circulation and a normally low blood pressure meant her hands and feet were always cold, and Harry was a perfect way to warm them up.

“Oi! Love birds,” Louis called, drawing their attention. “Li and Cheryl are shit, so it’s you and us. Get your arses over here.”

Harry and Y/N parted from their embrace and walked to join their new opponents. Y/N let Harry go first to lull Eleanor and Louis into a false sense of security. Harry wasn’t bad by any means, but he was just pretty average, kind of like how El was when she went right before him. Both racked up a decent amount of points, but Louis looked cocky as he stepped up and threw the darts. He got one bullseye, which had Liam, Cheryl and Eleanor cheering. Louis smirked over his shoulder at Y/N, like he was happy to know she was watching him beat her. Harry pursed his lips together to keep from smirking and giving away his confidence that he and Y/N were definitely about to kick their asses.

The rest of Louis’s darts were well-aimed, but none of them were as good as his first attempt. When he handed Y/N the darts after he’d retrieved them, he sent her a playfully competitive wink with a, “Good luck, love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes behind his back, and Harry chortled at her reaction.

“Yeh’ve got this, love,” Harry called out, sending his support and encouragement, even though he knew she didn’t really need it.

Y/N smirked at him with a slight lift of one brow, her silent way of saying, “I know I do. We’re about to win free drinks for the rest of the night.”

“Yeh can move up closer if yeh want, love,” Louis called out. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was trying to be helpful or taunting with his words. She’d noticed both Eleanor and Cheryl had stood about a half a meter in front of the mark that was set into the ground for the dartboard, but she knew she’d probably do some damage if she stood that close. She threw hard enough to make he darts into the little holes the first time.

“I’m good,” she assured without looking back at him. She squared herself up and took a dart in her right hand.

“Watch this,” Harry muttered to Liam, who had taken a place next to him when Y/N had vacated it.

Liam furrowed his brow at Harry’s comment, but turned to look quickly when he hear the thwack of the dart hitting the board. His jaw dropped when he say it sticking out of the center red mark of the board.

“Lucky shot,” Louis called out, though he sounded a little unsure of that. Harry shook his head with a little smile. Louis had always been really competitive, since he was usually the best at whatever game they were playing. He didn’t like to be shown up, and Harry could tell Y/N’s first bullseye was getting to his friend a bit. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when the next ones she threw were just as perfect.

“Can’t wait until you two have to buy the rest of me pints,” he continued, trying to sound more sure of himself.

Y/N barked out a laugh, and quickly threw the remaining two, sinking them into the board right beside the first one, all well within the red mark in the center. Y/N turned to see Louis’s mouth dropped open in shock, eyes trained on the three perfectly thrown darts still wiggling a bit in the board.

“I’ll take that pint now,” she announced.

The other girls cheered while Liam laughed at Louis’s put out face. Harry hopped off his stool and gathered her in a hug, lifting her a few centimeters off the floor. He laughed joyfully as she giggled at his boisterous reaction. He knew she was going to kick their asses, but he was still giddy about watching it happen.

“I could kiss you right now!” he exclaimed, still laughing and spinning her slowly. He was so impressed by her and he really liked that she’d put Louis in his place so effortlessly. It was a beautiful thing, really, seeing her take him down a few pegs so easily.

Without thinking, he brought her down and pressed his lips to hers, capturing her bottom lip between both of his. He hummed as his eye dropped closed, feeling her soft mouth against his slightly chapped ones.

Y/N’s eyes widened at first at the sudden kiss, taken aback by the ease with which he did it. They’d never kissed before, aside from quick pecks to the cheeks and forehead. She’d always wondered what his berry pink lips would feel like against hers, and she was pleased that they were so warm and plush. She dropped her eyes closed quickly, only now remembering that they were surrounded by people that thought they’d been dating for months, now. It would be weird if they saw anything amiss with this kiss.

Their lips parted and met again quickly, slotting them even closer together than the first time. Y/N whimpered slightly when the tip of Harry’s tongue drug lightly against her bottom lip. Harry knew that meant it was time to disengage, though, not wanting to get into anything in a crowded pub with his mates watching them.

Harry pulled back, his hands cradling her head, and he hadn’t realized he’d moved them from her waist at any point. His breathing was stilted, grappling for breath but also at a loss for it at the same time. Y/N eyes bore into his as they looked at each other, her lips parted slightly as she seemed to try to regain her own breath.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered, so only her and Harry would hear. What had they just done? That was no pretend kiss to appease any onlookers. That was genuine and real and had a lot of emotions she hadn’t really knew were there between them. She’d always had a crush of sorts on Harry, but she never thought it’d been reciprocated.

“Don’t run away,” he urged, stooping to press their foreheads together. “We’ll talk about this, yeah? Just don’t run from me, pet.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Okay, Harry.”

He sighed, shoulders sagging in relief. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

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gameridernews · 7 years ago

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Ex-Aid review: Month 11 (Episodes 42-45)

Here we are... the final month of Ex-Aid. With only 4 episodes left, how does the show wrap up?

Well, for starters, let me say this: I'm only going to be covering these episodes the way I would any month of episodes, then will do a separate post where I talk about the show overall - give me time to write that one. Also at the end, I return to my final predictions to see what I got right or wrong.

Oh, a small addendum to the last review since I'm pretty sure I talked about the summer movie: We know now that it's a 1-year-later story, so anything I said about it as an alternate ending to the show... is completely invalid. Oops.

So with that being said... let's tackle the final level.

With Gamedeus unleashed, turns out Masamune wanted to give one last middle finger to the world by reprogramming Gamedeus to let off one hell of a pandemic - everyone in the area has been infected, and it's as bad as when Nico was infected with Gamedeus' virus.

Now I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel about that idea - yeah, it does work as a big finale thing. But it's also what the summer movie was doing, so in that regard it feels redundant. But I warmed up to it since it shows everyone caring for patients in a way that really fits the motif of the show - we're seeing not Riders, but humans, care for the people they want to protect on a personal level. Also Taiga and Nico are wonderful human beings, you guys.

While that's happening, Kiriya and Kuroto are using a clever plan as an excuse to beat the hell out of each other. I was into it once they revealed what they were doing - by continuously infecting themselves with the Gamedeus virus, they build up a resistance, and the end result is a new Doctor Mighty XX Gashat which can eliminate the virus - a shame it doesn't get used to transform, but hey, we know there's at least two different places that could be used now that the show is over...

The Gamedeus Bugster, VERY ironically, is a bit of a small talking point here. Apart from causing a pandemic (which is arguably Masamune's work), and having all the powers of the past Bugsters, the only notable thing about him is the buildup and his quick death once Doctor Mighty XX is delivered to Ex-Aid.

This is something I can understand being a downer, but... we don't have nearly enough time to justify bumping down Masamune in favor of some villain that's just appeared - I didn't expect him to actually stick around because it'd be a waste of time. But I also see it as a miraculous victory - against all odds, they somehow managed to find a way to stop him at the least second.

What they didn't count on was the lingering sanity of Masamune Dan! With no further options, Cronus appears before Ex-Aid and crew can finish off Gamedeus, only to do the job himself and absorb the hell out of Gamedeus' data to become Gamedeus Cronus!

How is Gamedeus Cronus? Well... I know how Rider shows work. We are at that stage where the design process becomes "What can we make with as few new parts as possible?" - which I don't think is unreasonable considering the show's just about over and they're focusing on the next one. That being said, it does what it needs to do well enough - it's Gamedeus but as a Rider. The fusion works within story context.

In a surprising twist, turns out the Ride-Player that's closest to Gamedeus is... Nico! So Masamune, now being perhaps more powerful than the unstoppable Gamedeus, knows EXACTLY what he's doing when he insists on having her challenge him.

He's just screwing with them all now, aiming for the one character who has no Rider belt. Even though Nico is more or less like a Level 10 Ride-Player (d-don't add that to the wiki, that's a joke), she's not unstoppable.

So it's time for big brother Taiga to step in, because it's as he's been saying from the start... only he needs to be the one who fights.

This was a big moment for Taiga, because his motivations are clearer than ever. And he uses both Nico's and... some random Kamen Rider Chronicle Gashat, both at the same time, to transform into Cronus. If you were wondering, TV Asahi just refers to do this "Kamen Rider Cronus (Taiga Hanaya Version)". I'm not sure what the second Gashat is adding aside from it representing Nico, but I do like how this form seems to have access to ALL weapons. Imagine the catharsis of gaining access to this in a proper Chronicle game.

After Taiga gets tossed around a bit, Hiro and Emu show up to remind him that doctors have to work together, and they give him a white coat! That... later we learn that it's okay for him to be a doctor again but that still made me go "Wait, is that legal?" - the three use their strongest forms, reminding us Taiga is in need of something stronger than Level 50...

... then Gamedeus Cronus brings in one last video game trope by revealing that a proper final boss has a second form. Kickass! It's at this point, a true pandemic begins. People become Bugster Viruses, which I thought looked pretty goofy. Masamune is certainly bringing hell on Earth, just like a proper final boss. Turns out he knows exactly what video games are all about.

As an aside, did you know I was considering doing monthly reviews for the next show in the form of video? I'm still undecided, but I am still thinking of how I can keep that simple enough that it won't be hell to edit. I only bring this up because hey, we get our cameo for the next Rider here, Build!

This was a dumb cameo, but a fun kind of dumb. I liked how it involved Genm being mistaken for Ex-Aid, because not only is that going back to misunderstandings from Genm's cameo in Ghost, it's also a resemblance that has not come up in a long time. Made me go "Oh right, it IS weird that they look so alike!"

You gotta take cameos with a grain of salt, but they do admittedly try to capture the basic idea of what that character is like. If Build is anything like this, he seems kinda fun. This whole bit of him wanting a sample from Ex-Aid is actually followed up in the summer movie, which I guess is okay to say now since it's gonna have to be talked about when the upcoming winter movie happens.

Now then, let's talk about heartbreak.

In order to make the people happy, Poppy basically sacrifices her own existence to spread the vaccine to Gamedeus' virus and cure everyone, effectively stopping the pandemic.

This was especially touching when you realize that the most exposure she's had to the general public is being depicted as a deadly Bugster that has even infected others. She's making quite the sacrifice for people who might not even want her alive. You’re breaking my heart, girl.

Then we get what I was most interested in during the episode preview... the baby war!

Ex-Aid brings us back to the Level 1 forms in a clever way, reminding us of its function: Separate the virus from the patient. As everyone switches to the forms we first came to know them for, they beat the Game out of Deus and even perform a chibi Rider Kick together!

But then...

More heartbreak.

With Parad forming a proper bond with Emu, he's found that he lacks something: The chance to redeem himself. He's let a lot of people suffer, and it seems like one fight alongside Emu isn't enough to rid him of his sins - that’s pretty mature of him.

So after Poppy sacrificed herself by using Doctor Mighty XX to turn into a vaccine, Parad does the same to latch onto Gamedeus and finally put an end to it all, so that humans can live in peace.

The day is saved.

Or, you know, fuck you.

Masamune knows what's up. If Parad is gone, that means Ex-Aid - the only one with the power to face him - can't transform. The Riders are effectively powerless to stop him and his time powers. Try as they might, they can't punch something that punches them harder in less than an instant.

The day is ruined. And it looks like this finale is the BAD ending! You beat us, Cronus!

Or, you know, fuck you.

Yes, in a miraculous come-from-behind revival that we get explanations for later, Emu is back in action! And with everyone standing together in the dark setting (Cronus powers are weird), we recreate episode 1's opening scene... with Genm offscreen because of a delayed Continue apparently.

This fight was quick, but fantastic. Everyone gets a piece of Cronus, even Lazer in bike form. Which I now realize is odd for him to revert to, but I guess he figured he'd have one last ride with Emu. No way that phrase can be taken out of context.

Masamune is defeated, and... I'm a little mixed on Masamune, I'll be honest.

The reset from last month was something that came into play because Masamune's Bugster infection intervened, giving them the glowy eyes Emu gets when he does M stuff. While they use that effect again during his last Gamedeus Cronus fight, it... kinda never came into play again. It was just some random thing that served no purpose other than to artificially extend the drama. So... that was pointless.

As for what happened here, with Masamune's final act being to stab himself with his own Gashat, I can only assume he was trying for one more final fight since Graphite used Gashats this way, but it kinda just... kills him. So I'm not sure what to make of it. It doesn't help that they never give it any lip service. He's just gone.

Masamune has been a great villain up to this point, but I feel that he's been all over the place within these final two months and hasn’t been at his best. Still, now that he's gone, peace can properly return. No fakeouts, just status quo.

The rest of the final episode is essentially an epilogue for our beautiful cast.

For starters, I guess the Bugster Virus still lingers, it's just not nearly on the level of Gamedeus. I guess that works, since otherwise we'd have to say goodbye to Kuroto and Kiriya. Speaking of, Kiriya will be taking part in developing medicine that fights against the virus, with the help of the new CEO of Genm Corp: Tsukuru! Burger-san is in chaaaarge! That puts a big smile on my face.

Taiga gets a pretty sweet deal. His efforts have given him the right to be a doctor again, and his previously abandoned hospital has been cleaned up and is now in service as a Bugster Virus hospital. Not only that, Nico has graduated and wants to work for him! Adorable.

Hiro is passing down his expertise to future generations, and even though it's not directly stated, we know that he now has much more respect for the patients now that he's spent plenty of time with Emu.

As for Emu, he relays all that happened to the ministry of health, and is offered the chance to stay in CR. Which I guess is fair since his introduction to it was happenstance.

Lastly is a speech where Emu admits a grim truth: Those infected with the Bugster Virus have been cured... but they have not yet been able to restore the lives lost. As it currently stands, they still exist as data, and when questioned on whether that could be considered "living", Emu says something very mature. When Kuroto first revealed that the victims would be reborn as Bugsters, Emu was strongly against them being data because that can hardly be called living. Has he changed his stance now?

Well... no. He instead believes that medicine has come a long way, and that one day, they WILL find a way to bring these people back properly. The way it was handled was, again, very mature of Emu. I really can't say enough that he's grown up since the beginning.

Kuroto, not so much. But at least he has godly talents.

Since Kuroto got just a bit of Poppy's virus when she sacrificed herself, he was able to restore her! And with the okay of the ministry of health, she will continue her service to CR just like always! I must say, considering this character was too much for me to handle at the beginning, I'm happy to see her stay!

Not only that... when Emu got close to Parad as he sacrificed himself, it seems that he reabsorbed just a bit of Parad's virus, which is how Emu was able to transform during their last fight with Cronus - tightly wrapping it all up, aren't they? Because of that, Parad gets to live.

I'll be honest, I always feel like I need to be more critical when a character is immediately brought back after death... but the tears in my eyes during that moment tell a different story. I guess I’m okay with this.

With our final scene that seems to be a later moment, we randomly get... product placement! Yes, it seems Kuroto was "inspired" to make a new Gashat based on his mysterious encounter, which I'm sure has a form attached to it but it currently just causes the trailer to play. Oddly specific power.

But wait! There were predictions I made. Let's see what they were and how they panned out. There's a lot of em.

First off, I'm gonna just summarize two here: Previews led us to believe Parad might be killed off, as well as Taiga. Aside from me guessing Cronus was the one who killed Parad, I guess I was right in saying they wouldn't kill off either character at this point in the story. I feel the need to address those quickly since they were no-brainers. I even thought they were excessive to say at the time. But...

I think since the heroes now have the Proto Gashats [which contain Saki's data], they’ll be able to convince Hiro well enough to return. That being said… Masamune giving him a new form with no strings attached? Suspicious. Maybe there’ll be some kind of mind control in place in the event Hiro turned on him. This man thinks ahead. It’s gonna take a heavy duty “What it means to be a doctor” speech to shake Hiro from this one.

Okay, I guess Taddle Legacy was a form with no strings attached. It made sense in my head.

Graphite and Parad [might be] successful in infecting Masamune’s belt with the virus of Gamedeus... which results in him becoming a Gamedeus with the unstoppable power of Cronus! That’s, like, twice unstoppable. Perfect for an endgame villain.

I knew it would be a perfect endgame villain! But it turns out this was all Masamune's doing.

I also made a prediction about the ending and talked about how the summer movie was setting itself up as an alternate ending... but again, that turned out to not be the case. But I did say what I thought would be the ending for the show:

I think that the show will have your standard happy ending. Bugsters are gone, CR is disbanded, everyone goes back to their regular lives as doctors/non-doctors. All that needs to be kept in place is the ability to transform, or at the very least modify the gear so it isn’t required anymore. Basically, the show’s ending is more welcome to continuation and crossovers.

And it sure is! But they were surprisingly cool about not undoing much. The Bugster Virus still exists, CR is still needed, and they work in a way for Emu to still have the ability to transform. Which is about as crossover-friendly as you can get.

So that was a show. I'm actually gonna end this review here, because I think it's only fair to have a SEPARATE review to talk about the overall show. The characters, the plot, the style... it's something that would make this post twice as long. So give me some time to write it.

As for the next series, Kamen Rider Build? I am cautiously optimistic! Some believe there is a noticeable coincidental format to Rider shows in which a really good show is followed up by an okay show then followed up by a crappy show. I just take them each as their own thing. There's elements of this new one I find interesting and I look forward to seeing how it presents itself.

With that being said, see you next game, when I analyze Ex-Aid as a whole.

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Connected souls (Fili x Reader)

A/N: Requested by anon: May I request #88 w/ Fili? [...]

#88 = “After everything... I’d still choose you.”

Thank you so much for your request and I’m really sorry that it took me nearly two weeks to write it, but this one is for you and I really hope you like it.

I had planned to make this a twoshot, but I decided to not let you wait any longer.

I used Khuzdul in this, but I put the translation right behind the words in brackets, for that you guys won’t have to scroll down all the time xx.

I hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 4282 (I don’t know what happened...)

Warnings: Lots of drama, I never thought that I’m the drama queen type of girl lmao, but I guarantee you a happy ending.

~*~

You nervously fumbled with the fabric of your long (F/C) dress, as you stood in front of the mirror and looked at yourself.

You werde all dolled up, because during the next minutes, a very important meeting would take place. You would finally meet Fili's uncle, King Thorin, as his fiancée.

After you and the young prince had dated for months now, all without the knowing of Thorin, he yesterday had asked to court you and you had happily said yes, making all your dreams come true.

When you had first come to Erebor after the battle of the five armies with your uncle Bilbo, who wanted to visit his dwarven friends, Fili had automatically drawn all your attention to himself.

Whenever you'd see him, you'd secretly admire him from afar, gazing at his muscular figure and his cute smile. You even asked your uncle Bilbo a lot of questions about him, loving to hear about his braveness and dedication to safe his family and friends.

You hadn't really had much hope to actually be with him, though and tried to be content with only meeting his eyes occasionally or, even better, him giving you a smile and a wink whenever he passed you.

So when he then suddenly one day didn't just walk past you but instead came up right to you and wanted to know if you'd like to spend some time with him, everything changed.

Both of you had soon inaugurated Bilbo, and Kili had known it from the beginning anyway, for him being the one to push Fili to finally ask you out, as your blonde prince had told you later.

But Thorin had been something different, because Fili had not been sure if his uncle would have accepted a realtionship between a dwarf and a hobbit and both of you had been too afraid that he wouldn't allow it.

Anyhow, now the situation was different.

You weren't only Fili's girlfriend, but his fiancée, the woman he wanted to marry. So he had decided to finally tell his uncle today, and that's why you were here.

You were pulled out of your thoughts, when you felt two arms slunging around your waist from behind and smelled the pure scent of your lover, as he draped his chin on your shoulder.

„You look beautiful, Kurdunuh (= my heart).“

You smiled lightly, as you caressed his cheek and turned your head to gently kiss the other. By the time you had spend here, Fili had taught you a few things in Khuzdul, mostly love phrases, while Kili, his troublesome but loveable younger brother, only ever taught you insults and curses. When it came to you, you found both useful.

„Thank you, men daor (= my dear). I think it's time?“

You looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and as you saw the love for you, that his eyes were filled with, you asked yourself how you could've gotten so lucky.

„Yes.“

You slowly nodded your head and sighed heavily, and Fili knew you too well to not notice that something was bothering you.

„What is it, gimlelul (= my brightest star)?“

It wasn't your intention to burden Fili with your insecurities, so you tried to play it down and put on a fake smile.

„Oh, it's nothing, don't worry, my love.“

But as you looked in Fili's face and saw his sympathetic and yet expectant smile as he raised his eyebrows, you knew he wouldn't let loose.

„It's actually really stupid,“ you sighed, while he still said nothing and waited for you to keep talking, „but I don't know what I'd do, if your uncle wouldn't approve our engagement. I... I can't loose you.“

Your voice went quieter and quieter while you talked and you were surprised, when Fili turned you around and hugged you, holding you close to him.

„A world where I'm going to leave you still needs to be created. There's nothing my uncle could do to part me from you, I promise.“

All of a sudden you felt the urge to cry, but you forced back your tears succesfully and just nuzzled your nose deeper in that certain place, where his neck ended and his shoulders began. This was probably your favorite place on earth.

„And,“ he added, „I think we have Kili on our side too. He'd simply chew Thorin's ear off and look at him with those big brown eyes and uncle won't be able to resist. Simple as that.“

You couldn't help yourself but giggle at his words, causing Fili to grin pleased with himself for being able to make you laugh.

„There you go, now come and let's go. There's no reason to put it off any longer.“

He offered you his hand and an encouraging smile, which you accepted and returned. You were now more optimistic that everything would come out well. How could it not, when Fili was right by your side, right?

Oh you were wrong, so wrong. But you should find out about it soon enough.

Thorin awaited you in the throne room, for that he had wanted to talk with Fili about something very important and the young prince had decided that this would be the perfect opportunity, to announce something very important himself, too.

As you and Fili entered the throne room, Thorin was already there, as well as Kili, their mother and your hopefully soon mother-in-law to be, Dis and another dwarrowdam you didn't know, but you didn't pay much attention to her.

Kili in the meanwhile was talking insitently to Thorin, his face expression was upset, even furious and you started to feel uneasy, not knowing what was going on.

As they noticed your entrance, they went still and Thorin and his sister wore a supposedly calm mask, while Kili seemed to be full of rage. But behind his anger, there also was a hint of compassion, while he was looking at you and his brother.

„Fili, I'm glad you could come,“ Thorin spoke to his nephew, his powerful voice filling the whole hall.

„and you too, (Y/N). Bilbo's niece is always welcome here.“

You respectfully bowed your head and scraped up your best Khuzdul as you spoke.

„Dolzekh menu, thane men Thorin (= Thank you, my King Thorin).“

The king seemed pleased about your attempt to speak his language and nodded at you in approval, increasing your hope that he'd maybe accept you as Fili's wife.

Fili then looked at you, as in asking for your permission to announce your engagement and you nodded, squeezing his hand tighter and he squeezed back, turning to his uncle.

Thorin noticed your hands and frowned, already suspecting what was going on.

„Uncle, (Y/N) and I have something to announce. Yesterday I-“

He was interrupted by Thorin holding out his hand.

„Don't forget what you were saying, irak'makk (= nephew), but let me introduce you to Menina first, the princess of the Firebeard Dwarfs from Mount Dolmed.“

During your time in Erebor, you hadn't seen many dwarrowdams, for that they were well protected and hidden, but from the few you had seen, Menina was clearly the most beautiful.

She had a beard like every dwarf-women, but it looked as silky and groomed like her flaming red locks and her eyes were of the brightest green you'd ever seen.

But Fili only had a brief glance for her.

„Hello“, he greeted her scarcely and then went back to face his uncle.

„As I was saying, (Y/N) and I-“

„I have big news for you, Fili. I made an agreement with her family, and you and Menina are getting married in two months. She is your fiancée.“

You and Fili both didn't realise what he was saying at first, but then as his words were repeated in your head, it was as if he had stabbed a sword right through your chest. She is your fiancée.

You gasped, nearly losing your steady with Fili being the only support that held you upright.

„Wha... What are you saying, uncle? My fiancée? This woman? No. (Y/N)... (Y/N) is my fiancée, I'm going to marry her, not some stranger! That's what I wanted to tell you“, his voice sounded imploring, pleading for his uncle's understanding.

„A marriage between a hobbit and the prince of Erebor? No, that is out of question. You are going to be the king of this kingdom, Fili, and you need a queen by your side for that. A dwarven queen. I'm sure (Y/N) is a nice girl, but you can't marry her.“

With every word he said, it was like he was inserting more and more swordS into you body, all painfully slow, and his words echoed through your head, nearly causing you to vomit.

„A nice girl?! I love her, Thorin! I'm not going to marry any other woman besides her and I don't care about her race, I'd even take her if she was an elf, because her inside is more valuable to me than any jewel in this world, the arkenstone included! So either you give us your approval for our marriage, or I'll leave Erebor and you will never see me again!“ There was no imploring anymore, his voice sounded merciless and full of anger.

He slung an arm around your shoulders, pressing you at his side and you had heard his mother wincing when he was talking about leaving.

„For once in your life, do not rush things and just think about it, Fili. In the life of a king, love is only incidental. You have to do what is best for your kingdom and your people. A king can't just marry out of love and that is a fact!“

As he was looking at both of you, helding on to each other with determinded and painful faces, his heart ached and his eyes grew softer. He wished that he wouldn't have have to do this, but reality was and always has been cruel.

He stood up from his throne and walked over to you, resting a hand on his nephews shoulder.

„Look, I am sorry, I really am. In another life, I wouldn't have said anything against your marriage and give you my blessing, but it is like it is. A king has to sacrifice himself to his folk and you as the future king are going to begin with this marriage, there is no other way.“

Fili angrily wiped his hand from his shoulder. „No, this is never going to happen! If this is really your last word, then was it also the last you ever said to me. (Y/N) and I are leaving right now.“

Only as Fili was talking, you began to realize what he was all giving up for you.

It was not only the life he was trained and prepared for since he was born, but also his family. There was no way you could answer for that. It took all your brave and nobleness to say the following sentence.

„No Fili, you're... you're uncle is right“, you interfered, nearly choking on your words.

„What are you talking about?“, Fili asked puzzled.

„I can't let you loose everything because of me“, tears started to swell up in your eyes and you barely managed to keep them in.

„(Y/N)-“, Fili started, but you interrupted him.

„I-I just... I can't.“

You quickly turned away to prevent everyone from seeing you crying and paced out of the room as fast as you could without actually starting to run.

You couldn't bare being in this room any longer. All your dreams and all your hopes had been shattered within a few seconds by a few words.

You had barely made it out of the room, as Fili caught up to you and held you back.

„(Y/N), men furkhel, men urzudel (= my life of lives, my sun of all suns),“ the tears started to run down faster at his words and you sobbed, as he cupped your cheeks and gently wiped away yout tears with his thumbs,

„what did you mean with you can't let me loose everything? Don't you know, that without you, nothing I possess has a meaning to me?“

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. „No Fili, maybe you mean that now, but what about in a few years? Your uncle is right, I can't give you what you need. I have nothing what it takes to be a queen. I am weak, I can barely protect myself and I don't know anything about rulership. You... you're going to be king and you should take Menina,“ her name was like poison in your mouth and you could barely spit it out, dying inside at the thought of Fili, your love, being with another woman, „she can give you what you need, she is a princess and a dwarf, while I'm... I'm just a hobbit, Fili, let's face it, I can't offer you anything. No one would accept our love.“

„I don't care, don't you understand? After everything... I'd still choose you. I don't need this,“ he motioned his arm around to symbolize you the kingdom. „I've been homeless for the most of my life and I realize now, that if I leave Erebor, I'd still not be homeless as long as I'm with you, because you are my home. I don't care about being a king, I only care about being with you.“

Oh, his words were so beautiful and you wanted to believe them so much, or wait, you wanted his words to be enough so much.

Because you already believed that Fili was honest, at this moment, but what if in ten or twenty, hell, even in fifty years he'd realize what he had all given up on because of you and then started to hold that against you? Making you responsible for that mistake?

The truth was, he'd be damn right and you couldn't let it get this far.

Fili needed his family and his place was right here in Erebor, not somewhere in the wilderness with a useless hobbit.

So you made the hardest decision in your whole life, believing that it was the only right thing to do.

It was probably a mistake, but you couldn't hold yourself back and kissed his lips one time, then a second. Putting all your feelings for him in those kisses, swearing yourself to never forget the feeling of his lips on yours.

„No Fili, I can't take you life away from you, I just can't, please understand“, you then said.

„(Y/N), no, don't do this. Don't give up on us.“

You took his hand that was trying to hold you back in yours and kissed it one last time, pouring his scent in your nose.

„We were just a dream, Fili,“you said and smiled sadly through your tears while at the same time you were asking yourself, where you'd gotten that strength from to do all of this „your future is bound to someone else. The time with you was the best in my life and I don't think I'll ever love someone beside you, but you will, I'm sure of that. Dayamu khuzan ai-menu (= Blessings of the ancestors upon you).“

With that, you let his hands slip out of yours, took in his features one last time, from the bottom to the top, saved them in your memories and then turned your back on him, walking out of the gates of Erebor and out of Fili's life.

You didn't go back to your room to pack your things because you knew that one second longer in his presence, you wouldn't be able to stay on your decision.

You knew that Fili's last expression, the look of raw pain and sorrow as you left, would haunt you until eternity and you had been honest as you said, that you'd never in your life would stop loving him, but this was your burden to carry, your sacrifice to enable the person you loved most on this planet the life he deserved.

Your first stop was in Dale, where you sold the old necklace you had inherited from your family and bought some food and clothes with the money. It was hard to seperate yourself from that necklace, but it was the only choice you had and since you'd never in your life would sell the ring Fili had given you for your engagement.

As soon as you had everything you needed, you moved on, not planning to stay anywhere near the prince. You also didn't want to return to the shire and uncle Bilbo, not wanting to act like everything was okay by your family, when in real, you'd just left most of your heart and yourself in Erebor by Fili.

So you wandered around, staying here and there, but never settling anywhere.

After two years, when you were somewhere in the brown lands, eating in a dilapidated Inn, you heard the news of prince Fili having married a dwarven princess a few days ago.

You had cried a lot in this night, while at the same time you had been happy that he seemed to have moved on and started a new life.

You smiled as you imagined him laughing happily, but your smile soon turned into sobbs as you realized that you weren't the one he was happy with.

There wasn't anything you could do, it had been your choice, at least. Your fate seemed to be to wander around this world heartbroken on your own and death being your only, final salvation.

*~ ten long years later ~*

Yesterday you had arrived in Mirkwood, the nearest place to Erebor you dared to go, for that you were sure that none of the dwarfs would ever come voluntarily to elvish lands.

You had seen nearly every corner of middle earth, but you always found yourself returning to this one certain forest. It wasn't like you had any special bounding to the elves, you didn't detest each other, but you weren't best friends either. They always welcomed you and gave you some place to sleep, but that's that.

Some dark, little corner of your brain whispered that you only ever came here to catch a glance of Erebor on the way again, where he lived, but it was easy enough to ignore this voice.

Its been twelve years since you left Fili, but he hadn't had made his way out of your mind even for one second.

The image of him was always clearly in your head, while his voice was constantly in your ears and his scent in your nose. You hadn't forgotten one single thing about him.

Back in present, you had just gotten out of the bath – you had to admit ungrudgingly that here in Mirkwood were the best ones – when you overheard two elven guards talking about new guests. You hadn't intended to listen, but as soon as the word 'dwarf' was mentioned, everything else was forgotten.

„Do you remember the last time those dwarfs where here?“, asked the elf with black hair.

„Yeah, but then there had been a dozen of them. Now it's only the King and his heir, keeping the realtionship between the kingdoms peaceful and steady, I guess“, the she-elf answered, shrugging lightly.

You didn't get the rest of the conversation.

The king and his heir... could they mean Fili? Could he actually be here? Your thoughts were spinning and your breathing increased. After all these years, you might be able to take a glimpse on his delicate features again, and you didn't even dared to think about his smile.

You knew that this was wrong, that he had married another woman and that there was no chance he would still love you.

But you were so messed up and you couldn't remember how it was when your heart wasn't aching anyways, that you didn't care about to consequences and rushed in the room, the guards were standing in front of. They didn't try to stop you because come on, there was no way a hobbit could harm any of the royals and you weren't unfamiliar to them.

The room you entered was more of a hall, with very high ceilings and a lots of space. What caught your attention was a large table at the end of this room. You recognized King Thranduil at one end, with a few consultants, but you didn't pay much attention to them.

At the other end was Thorin, who had noticed your entrance and the second he recognized you, his calm expression turned into a dumbfounded one, not believing his eyes.

Right next to him was... your breath caught. It was him, it was really him.

His before bored looking, beautiful blue eyes suddenly went wide as he saw you, staring at you in disbelief.

You in the meanwhile were nearly absorbing his frame and you noticed, that he had changed a lot. He seemed to have matured in the years you were gone and it looked like he had gained some muscles.

But the biggest difference to before were his eyes, those astonishing saphires, they were... matte, they lost their shine.

Fili stood up from his seat, not caring that he interrupted Thranduil in what he was saying and slowly made his way over to you, still not sure if he could believe his eyes.

„(Y/N)? Amralimê (=my love), is that you?“

You closed your eyes at the familiar word, tears burning in your eyes. How many times had you imagined him saying that to you again?

Not long after, you sensed him now standing in front of you, but your eyes were still closed and as you felt him gently cupping your chin, goosebumps started to creep up your whole body.

„Open your eyes, please“, he asked silently.

You did as he said, and the tensed expression in his eyes turned to shock as he let go of you chin and after that, they turned meltingly soft.

„It really is you“, he stated and then, without a warning, he dove in and slung his arms around you, pressing you to his body tightly and holding on to you as if his life depended on it.

„I finally found you,“ he whispered into your ear, „and I won't let you go ever again.“

You were speechless, you'd never imagined him being happy about seeing you again. It was you who had left him, after all and he had created himself a new life, one, where there was no place for you, as you had thought. And what did he mean with that he won't let you go?

„B-But Fili,“ you said when you found your voice again and you loved the way his name rolled of your tongue, „I heard the news, you're... you're married and... I don't want to disrupt anything.“

He leaned back and cupped your cheeks, smiling. „Then you didn't hear that she wanted to divorce only one month later?“

You gasped, no, you certainly hadn't heard that.

„I never touched her and I couldn't give her what she wanted, because my heart was with another.“ What was he saying, was someone playing a trick on you? It was impossible that this was really happening.

„I love you and only you, I always have and always will. Khaz torak rar azamar (= Our souls are forever joined), I'm certain of this. Come back to Erebor with me, there won't be anyone standing in our way, I promise.“

Hot burning tears made their way down your cheeks and Fili wiped them away. This scenery was painfully familiar to you, because the last time this happened, it was because you were leaving him. But now, it was because you returned to him and he let you, he really let you.

„Men lananubukhs menu (= I love you),“ you slowly said, not sure if you were saying it right but he'd get your intention, „more than anything, more than my life. If you allow me, I will stay by your side but this time until I take my last breath and not a second earlier.“

The smile Fili now gave you was as bright and happy as the one when you gave him your yes twelve years ago. His eyes were literally burning with joy. He leaned down and kissed you, at first gently, but then more passionate and fiercely. You could taste all the pain and sorrow he felt throughout the last decade and you kissed him back as wildly as himself.

You only returned to this world, as you heard someone clearing his throat loudly. You breaked the kiss to look and saw it was Thorin, who tried to look at you both sternly, but he couldn't hide all of his amusement and the sparkle in his eyes to not let you know, that he was happy to see his nephew smiling again.

If someone had asked you one hour ago, if you'd ever come back together with the love of your life, you'd just shook your head, not even wanting to talk about this topic because it still hurt so much. Now, you were certain that your life wouldn't end with you wandering around all by yourself, hurting and thinking about Fili, but with him by your side, making your life complete until the very end.

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EMP Theory is Alive and Thriving

I want to preface this post with this: I am in no way trying to offend or upset the people who do not believe in EMP. This show can be read in so many ways, even by the people who agree on most things. I respect everyone’s opinion. This is just mine!

So, with that said, I want to go through some things I noticed in The Six Thatchers that (to me) are Extended Mind Palace smoking guns. Let it be said that I have only watched the episode twice so there is definitely going to be more to add to this list.

1.) The story about death in Sumara. It was mentioned multiple times, by multiple characters. Almost like they were all given the same script. And you may be like, well, yeah, they are actors in a show, but writers do not give actors the same brain. But it is like Sherlock, Mycroft, and Norbury all share a brain. They all bring up the story without any of the characters speaking to each other about the story first. Sherlock’s dialogue is a voice over, which is not time stamped. It is possible that Mycroft and Norbury brought up the story and then Sherlock used it in his monologue to the audience, but why did Mycroft and Norbury both think of the story? Because they share a brain. Sherlock’s brain.

2.) As @tjlcisthenewsexy pointed out, the sharks, CAM, water, and the death story are also very telling. This post/thread sums it up far better than I could.

3.) Intuition, Premonition- these words were used to describe Sherlock’s feelings about The Six Thatchers case. Premonition is defined as a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Sherlock is anticipating his death, and his intuition is telling him that Mary is involved. Its almost as if she is responsible for his murder in the first place…

4.) The odd transitions and reality breaks. The water imagery over Sherock’s face and in the background of certain scenes, Mycroft and his office busting just as the MT busts were doing throughout the episode, the overlay of a cracked bust on the side of Sherlock’s face. There is an argument for production style here, but its all so very over the top. Much more so than ususal for BBC’s Sherlock. Its almost like they want you to question what you are seeing…

5.) The Damn Skull. In case you can’t tell. Its glowing, almost like an x-ray. Like, an x-ray of someone who is currently laying in a hospital bed. Its fucking glowing guys. Adding onto the fact that it was blue in HLV, something is seriously wrong here.

6.) Mary and John sleeping on opposite sides of the bed from where they slept at the beginning of HLV.

7.) AJ doesn’t care about killing people enough to slit the throat of one of the Thatcher bust owners (unless it was really Mary who killed her), but doesnt shoot Sherlock when Sherlock tells him he is Mary’s friend and he will protect her. Um. Okay.

8.) Sherlock Holmes. His first and last name was said multiple times, by multiple people. Almost as if the entire world is centered around him. We hear his full name multiple times in his confrontation with AJ at the pool. “Who are you? Sherlock Holmes. Who is Sherlock Holmes? Not a policeman.” (This is a reference to ACD or canon Sherlock Holmes who is always described as “Not a policeman or vigilante, just a logical man with an eye for detective work.”) AJ’s “Goodbye Sherlock Holmes” is haunting me too, and not just because of the cheesy line. Where else have we heard someone say, “Goodbye Mr. Holmes”? (Honest question, I know its significant…help! EDIT TO ADD: A couple people have pointed out that this is what Irene texts Sherlock in ASiB. I do remember this, but it isn’t what I had in mind. I feel like I can hear someone say it…like in a threatening way the way AJ does…any takers?)

9.) “Sherlock the dragon slayer.” Mary says this to Sherlock after she gives him what looks like a wickedly smug smile. First of all, how the hell does Mary know Sherlock sees himself this way. When he and Mycroft had this conversation, she was in the middle of passing out in John’s arms. Unless she knows Sherlock sees himself this way because the conversation with Mycroft took place in Sherlock’s mind, just as this ones does.

10.)”My Darling.” Mary begins her letter to John in the most old fashioned, cheesy way. Its not the way Mary Morstan talks…but it is the Mrs. John Watson talks- from TAB. “I don’t mind you going, my darling, I mind you leaving me behind.”

11.) Mary’s disguise on the plane was a joy to watch, but it reminded me of someone else. Sherlock. Sherlock loves disguises and theatrics. The vicar from ASiB and the french waiter from TEH spring to mind.

12.) The number 6. Six months of bristly kisses. 6 months until SHerlock was to die in exile. 6 years that AJ was held in captivity. 6 Thatcher busts. A metaphorical 666 carved into the baby’s head. Highlighted 6 before giving us this:

The number 6 is important to Sherlock, but why?

13.) John’s blog. There should be multiple blog posts for us to read and yet, there aren’t. Its not that Joe is no longer available, bc they’ve told us he has a project for this series…why stop updating the blog? Because there have been no more cases and John is too busy sleeping by Sherlock’s hospital bed. oH, and The six Thatchers? Already a case Sherlock solved. Years ago.

14.) Scene in Georgia. The ambassador says, “I’ve got something they’d love if I could just get out of here” (Paraphrasing). The man asks what and the ambassador replies, “Amo.” She has love. Just like Sherlock has love and has figured it out and if he could just get the hell out of that coma, out of the damn hospital bed, he could give it to John- and John would love him in return.

15.) The two lengthy rapid deductions Sherlock makes are about Mary.

16.) The white papers of doom. There are three of them. Mary to Sherlock (drugged), Exx to John (temptation), and Molly to Sherlock from John (emotional distress). There was a white note of doom in TAB too. Miss me?

17.) John’s cheating story line. It fits in with TAB (see below), but I think its more complicated than just that. We get him texting someone Hey and them replying with the same.Then we get the night time text messages. They seem to be written between people who are at the beginning stages of their relationship, but are still intimate in some way. The Its been too long and Miss you implies they’ve spent time together, but the Night Owl? implies they don’t know each other very well. So, taken alone, this could definitely be from the bus woman. John then breaks it off with his This isn’t a good idea. I’m not free. Things wont end well. It was fun getting to know you a little. I’m sorry. Then the bus stop girl is waiting for him at the bus stop and he smiles at her and then looks guilty- the same look he had when he decided to keep the paper instead of throwing it away. This is what we see. HOWEVER there is more there. First, when John opens the paper to text Exx for the first time he does so horizontally, however, the image they show us has the number broken vertically, as if the paper were folded vertically and Exx isn’t broken up.

Then we’ve got Sherlock saying he deletes all messages from John that begin with the word “Hi”, then we see John text someone (E xx) with the word “Hey.” .The paper that the woman (E) gave John was already in her hand when she was sitting on the bus, she was fiddling with it when they made flirty eye-contact. She then wrote something on it before giving it to him, but the presence of the paper beforehand is suspicious. Almost as if she was planning to hand that exact paper to John anyway, before they even flirted. We’ve also got Sherlock telling John and Lestrade, very specifically, to take the bus home from the crime scene. Sherlock set John up. Why? Because that is the part he needs him to play. He needs John to feel guilty while Mary piles on the manipulative hero-worship and then dies in his arms. All of the text messages themselves are off. Almost like they are in code or written to different people. As if it is Sherlock writing for LiR, while channeling himself as well.

18.) TAB. Basically the existence of TAB is the biggest smoking gun of all. Within that episode, Mofftiss established multiple things. 1.) Sherlock sometimes goes through lengthy mind palace scenarios (with the aid of drugs) to work out a case and we, as the viewer, could be subject to watching them. 2.) A bride fakes her own death with a big splat of blood and drama, then returns to kill her husband- who was cheating on her. 3.)Sherlock made a promise to someone about keeping their spouse safe, and that promise was broken. Lady Carmichael- “You promised! You promised you’d keep him safe!” John- “You made a vow!” Let it be said that Lady C was playing Sherlock there and that she wanted her husband dead all al- OH WAIT. Actually, we never get confirmation that it was Lady C that set up the whole thing. Sherlock makes that deduction, but then Moriarty shows up and ruins the reveal. Either way, its the same story line. Sherlock makes a promise to keep someone safe and fails. 4.) we have the text messages that Sherlock sends John and Mary at the end. Mary’s reads: The Curtain Rises.The Last Act.Its Not Over. John’s is just literal directions as to where to go. He didn’t tell Mary where to meet him. There could be an argument that this would imply that Mary was already in on some sort of plan to fake her death, but the exact same phrasing was used in TAB.

19.) Mary’s video. A posthumous message that parallels Moriarty’s in many, many ways, which includes the phrase, Save John Watson. Where have we seen the phrase Save John Watson before? It was the answer to part of the skip code in TEH. John or James, indeed.

20.) “You’ve been having a reoccurring dream.” I feel like this might be an actual scene, just placed out of order. This scene might be from after Sherlock wakes up. He explains to her what he went through in his MP and she (as any therapist would do) interprets it as a dream. A reoccurring dream. That’s exactly what TAB and TST is. Its the same dream told differently. He goes to Ella after he has awoken and recovered and asks for her help in figuring out what to do with the emotions he has decided to acknowledge. (EDIT: This may actually be EMP too…read this.)

I think 20 is a good number to stop at. Im sure there will be more in the future. Please feel free to add on at your leisure.

The most important thing to realize here is that Mary is the villain and Sherlock is figuring out how to best her, protect John, and stay alive at the same time AkA- The Final Problem.

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