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hawkinsbanishedhero · 2 years ago

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a life well loved

summary: a collection of moments between the reader and ralph. from their first meeting to their last moments together. pairing: ralph x gn!reader word count: 6250 warnings: smut, angst, fluff, panic attack (slight mention), suicide, death

masterlist | ao3

“O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.” - Excerpt from ‘Sonnet 116’ by William Shakespeare

Ralph knew that [Y/N] was the one for him as soon as he set his eyes on them. He adored the way they made him feel and the affection they showered him with. Ralph never thought that he would end up finding someone who he could call his own. And that someone also happened to return the same amount of admiration towards him!

[Y/N] was, or rather is, the love of his life. And nothing could ever change that. The amount of love he felt for them was enough to fuel love for thousands, if not millions, of people. Though he would just settle for one person. [Y/N].

Every time he sees them, Ralph’s heart bursts with love. An uncontrollable grin plastered on his face. He almost acted like a puppy around them. That being paired with those big brown eyes of his, made Ralph seem even more puppy-like.

Now let’s get into how their whole love story began and ended. Though I guess it never really came to an end. Anyway, shall we?

It was one of Victoria and Ralph’s birthday parties. [Y/N] knew Victoria via a mutual friend and was dragged along to the annual celebration. Upon agreeing to go to the twins’ birthday celebration, [Y/N] had no idea that they would end up meeting the love of their life. (Their friend would soon tease them and say that it was them who got the two together.)

[Y/N] nursed a drink in their hand as they stood near the bar. Their friend had quickly gotten whisked away by Victoria, who wanted them to socialise with their circle of friends. Apparently that hadn’t included [Y/N]. Not that they were complaining.

“Hi!” Ralph, who seemed to pop out of nowhere, eagerly greeted [Y/N] with a wide smile accompanied by a blush on his cheeks.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made them feel slightly light-headed upon meeting his gaze. Or perhaps it was the way his big brown eyes gazed into theirs along with a smile that could rival the sun's brightness.

“Hi.” [Y/N] politely smiled after having realised that he was awaiting a response.

“Would… Would you like to dance with the birthday boy?” Ralph asked as he shyly pointed to himself.

[Y/N] felt like they could have melted into a puddle right then and there. They didn’t know if they were going to survive this evening if this was how things were going to go.

“I would be honoured to!” They answered.

Ralph beamed brightly before a toothy smile appeared on his face. He held his hand out for them to take after [Y/N] had put their now empty glass on the bar. And just like that, [Y/N] was swept up onto the dance floor.

“I’m Ralph.” He happily introduced himself.

A small laugh pulled itself out of [Y/N] before they began to nervously ramble. “I know. Or rather I didn’t know until you asked if I wanted to dance with the birthday boy. And that’s you of course. Oh! I’m [Y/N].”

Ralph smiled bashfully. He felt himself falling deeper in love with them by the second. Ralph only hoped that they were beginning to feel the same way.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said with a gentle kiss to their knuckles.

That was it. [Y/N] definitely knew that they were a goner right that second. They only hoped that Ralph felt the same way. Though they had only just met so they began to doubt it. A faint tap tap tap began to be noticeable to them over the live band. [Y/N] quietly wondered why they had only just begun to hear them and decided to blame the fact that Ralph had distracted them with his cuteness. Hence them having not realised sooner.

“Are you… Wearing tap shoes?” [Y/N] asked curiously. Though they weren’t judging him at all.

“Yes! Aren’t they wizard?!” Ralph exclaimed with a laugh.

“They are!” [Y/N] agreed with no hesitation. “They seem like so much fun to wear.”

“Do you want to wear them?” Ralph asked with complete seriousness.

[Y/N] softly laughed as Ralph stopped their dance, completely ready to drop down to his knees and give them his shoes.

“It’s okay! They won’t look as wizard on me.”

“Oh.” Ralph said, almost feeling disappointed.

“Perhaps I could break out a pair of tap dancing shoes next time?”

Next time? What was [Y/N] thinking? They probably wouldn’t even see each other again after this. And even if they did, it would probably only be in passing on the street.

“Yes! Next time!” Ralph happily exclaimed. “Can I ask you for another dance? I think I’ve found the perfect dance partner.”

[Y/N]’s heart fluttered at the statement. They were definitely falling hard and fast for him.

“I would love to.”

The two of them smiled brightly at each other as they quickly swept each other up in another dance. And that was just one of the many dances they’d share with each other that night.

Ralph was never completely sure if he believed in love at first sight. Other people probably felt like he did. He did, after all, seem like a hopeless romantic. But Ralph knew, right then and there, that he had fallen in love with [Y/N] the moment he laid his eyes on them. And that feeling only grew the longer he was in their presence. (Ralph would soon find that it also grew out of their presence.)

The male often found himself strumming his ukulele and softly singing lyrics that he had come up with to compliment [Y/N]’s appearance. Victoria, admittedly, didn’t know how to react at first. She had never seen him this way before and now here he was, acting like a love sick puppy. Although she will admit that she did end up feeling happy for him, even if she did act harsh towards him at times.

Before Ralph and [Y/N]’s departure from one another after the party had come to an end, the two exchanged telephone numbers. Ralph was practically on his knees with the promise of calling them. And when he did, he immediately asked them to accompany him on a picnic. Ralph had explicitly told them that he was wanting to begin courting them.

With linked arms, Ralph and [Y/N] walked through Hyde Park. A basket gently rested on Ralph’s other arm. The pair tried to scout out the best location to set up their little picnic. They soon settled on sitting under a tree so that they could be shielded from the sun that was shining brightly that day.

Ralph took it upon himself to set up the picnic and gently ushered [Y/N] to sit on the blanket once he had laid it down on the ground. Whilst he set up the picnic, [Y/N] couldn’t help but send literal heart eyes towards Ralph’s direction. He looked so cute in his baby blue suit, accompanied by a straw boater hat.

“Here.” Ralph broke the silence, his hands held a piece of fruit up to [Y/N]’s lips.

[Y/N] avoided eye contact with him as they took a bite of the fruit, suddenly feeling shy despite the fact that they had just spent the last few moments eyeing him.

“Tastes good!” [Y/N] said, their voice slightly muffled from the fruit that they chewed.

Ralph gave them a smile that could stop hearts in seconds, before he dug into the food himself as he looked at the scenery before him. (Although nothing would beat the enchanting sight of the person sitting next to him.) His eyes locked onto a flower that sat nestled in the grass a few metres away from them. He excitedly jumped to his feet and quickly ran to the flower, his hat almost flew off in the process. [Y/N] though they had only known him for a short period of time, knew not to question anything that Ralph did. He gently plucked the flower from the ground with mumbled apologies. Once Ralph sat back down on the plaid blanket, he softly took [Y/N]’s chin in his hand before he tucked the flower behind their ear.

“Stunning.” Ralph whispered.

Their eyes locked with the other, before they both looked down at each other’s lips. With bashful smiles, they both turned away and directed their attention elsewhere. Perhaps one of them would gain the courage to kiss the other another day.

Ralph couldn’t wait to propose. It had only been two weeks since he had met [Y/N]. And yet he’d probably combust if he waited any longer. Ralph had met his soulmate so why not get married as soon as possible? Sure, it was a bit soon but [Y/N] was definitely the person who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There was no doubt about it.

Ralph was definitely someone who did things in the spur of the moment. Sometimes these things would blow up in his face. Time and time again he got hounded for doing things without thinking. For having such strong emotions. Probably way more emotions than he knew how to deal with.

With the velvet box in his pocket, Ralph set off to find the love of his life. Sure, he could have made this a grand spectacle, it would be very Ralph like. But he didn’t think he could wait that long. Muffled footsteps grew louder from behind the closed door of [Y/N]’s house. Ralph quickly got down onto one knee and presented the velvet box before him.

“Oh!” [Y/N] gasped at the sight of a ring that was nestled in the box.

“Will you marry me?” Ralph blurted out.

He almost cursed at himself. He had a whole speech prepared! And yet almost all the words were sucked out of him as soon as Ralph came face to face with them. [Y/N] was lost for words. They wanted to accept the proposal. [Y/N] had never felt this way towards anyone before. Perhaps this would be the start of something amazing? Their heart began to beat faster as Ralph continued to look up at them with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his. [Y/N] already had their answer. They just weren’t sure why they were hesitating.

“Yes!” A quiet exclamation left [Y/N].

Ralph’s eyes lit up even more, if that was even possible, and a grin overtook his features. He stood up and softly took their left hand in his before he slid the ring onto their finger with so much delicacy and care.

“Can I?” Ralph asked as he glanced down at their lips.

With a wordless nod, Ralph kissed [Y/N]’s lips. It was a quick clumsy kiss and his lips didn’t completely land on theirs. But to them, it was perfect. And they wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

“Oh! I can’t wait!” Ralph gave a toothy grin.

[Y/N] couldn’t help but smile and kiss Ralph’s cheek in a silent agreement. Neither of them could wait to see what the future bought for them.

News of Ralph’s and [Y/N]’s engagement quickly travelled around their close friends, acquaintances and even strangers. To celebrate this new stage of their life, Victoria had begged them to let her organise a party. [Y/N]’s friend quickly joined Victoria’s side in begging.

“There’s the happy couple!” Victoria exclaimed upon seeing them enter the party.

[Y/N]’s friend let out a squeal when some champagne almost spilled on them as they popped open a bottle of the stuff.

“Come and get a glass!” They said with excitement as they filled four glasses.

Ralph and [Y/N] approached them with matching grins, each of them took a glass of freshly poured champagne. The quartet clinked their glasses together before they took their first sip. Once drinks had been consumed, they all made their way to the dance floor. Ralph and [Y/N] took a hold of one another and quickly swept each other into a series of energetic dancing. Twirls and fast steps overtook the engaged couples bodies. Guests began to look over at them, the expressions on their faces were almost unreadable.

A few dances later had the pair trying to catch their breath. [Y/N] kissed Ralph’s knuckles with a smile. Ralph parroted their actions. He loved giving and receiving any kind of physical affection. It made him feel so seen.

“Let me go and get us more drinks.” Ralph said, parting from [Y/N] with a kiss on their cheek.

As Ralph went off to the bar, he started to feel the eyes of a handful of people on the back of his neck. Goosebumps started to rise up on his skin. He began to feel suffocated. Whispers began to travel amongst the guests.

“How did Ralph of all people manage to get engaged?”

“Do you think he’s paying them to marry him?”

“How can [Y/N] keep up with his personality?”

“They’ll probably regret marrying him.”

Ralph pulled at the collar of his shirt. He couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t he breathe?! It’s something so simple. Something he’s been able to do since the day he was born. And yet, just like that his breath was stolen away from him. Ralph didn’t know if he’d be able to get it back.

“-Ph?” A voice cut into his thoughts. “Ralph?”

His eyes slowly looked up and met [Y/N]’s gaze. Their eyes were soft. Not eyes filled with judgement like most of the people in the room. Just by looking at them, Ralph couldn’t stop the tears that began to fill his puppy dog eyes. Though he didn’t want [Y/N] to see him cry. He was always more sensitive than others. Something he got picked on for when he was younger. Young Ralph would cry over something. Kids would make fun of him. Then more tears would fall from his eyes. A loud choking noise escaped from Ralph’s throat due to the tears he had been holding back. The sound almost frightened him. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“Let’s get you somewhere quiet, yeah?” [Y/N] suggested, taking notice of how Ralph was beginning to get more panicked.

Ralph nodded stiffly. He tried his best to block out the harsh whispers which still travelled around the room despite them now bearing witness to his panic attack.

“Can I hold your hand?” [Y/N] softly asked, their tone was almost a whisper.

Ralph gave a nod, not trusting his voice. [Y/N] gently took his hand in theirs and led them outdoors. Once the cool air hit his face, Ralph started to feel like he could start to breathe again.

[Y/N] slowly moved Ralph’s hand onto their chest and began to gently instruct him to follow their breathing pattern. Deep breathes in. Deep breathes out. Repeat. Ralph focused on nothing but [Y/N]. Even though they hadn’t known each other for a long period of time, Ralph was glad that they weren’t the sort of person to poke fun at someone for being sensitive. He doesn’t think that his heart would have been able to take it if [Y/N] was like that. Ralph would probably break into a million pieces and then hide away forever if that was the case. Tears welled up in his eyes again at the thought. Ralph knew then and there that he was lucky to have someone like [Y/N] in his life.

“I... I think I'm okay now. I feel like I can breathe again at least.” Ralph shakily said.

[Y/N] frowned at Ralph’s demeanour as they gently wiped away any tears that did end up falling. He wasn’t his usual bubbly self. Which made sense, seeing as he did just recover from a panic attack. They mentally cursed at the guests inside for making Ralph feel this way. All those things they said about him made no sense. Sure, he was different from others. But that’s what made him so wonderful! [Y/N] took his hands in theirs, determined to cheer him up.

“I love you for you, Ralph.” [Y/N] confessed, unaware that they had spoken those three words for the first time. “I love the way you get excited about things. How your eyes seem so puppy like and full of wonder. How you always brighten the mood of those around you. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you. I love you, Ralph.”

“You- You love me?” Ralph asked in disbelief, despite the fact that the pair were going to get married.

[Y/N] paused as it then dawned on them what words they had spoken for the first time. “I do. I love you, Ralph. And I always will.”

“I love you too!” Ralph excitedly blurted out.

The couple started to smile and giggle at each other. Ralph went quiet and removed his hands from theirs so he’d be able to cup their cheeks. His big brown eyes shined intently as he softly gazed into their eyes. Ralph and [Y/N] leaned in closer and closer until their lips met each other in a kiss.

“Now, I’m going to fight every single guest in there that was being mean to you.” [Y/N] said with determination. “Although I feel like Victoria has gotten a start on that already.”

Ralph smiled at [Y/N]. He had started to feel like himself again. It was as though the past events had never happened. Ralph wondered if his childhood would have been slightly different if [Y/N] were around then. However there’s no use in dwelling on it now. He had them now and that’s all that mattered.

The day of the wedding had finally arrived. Two months of preparation led up to this day. Victoria had been a huge help during the whole preparation process. She made sure that each thing was done exactly how Ralph and [Y/N] wanted them to be. There would be no room for error at her brother’s, and soon to be sibling-in-law’s, wedding. Victoria wanted people to talk about this wedding for years to come.

[Y/N] nervously waited at the altar for Ralph. For some unknown reason, he had begged them, with his usual smile plastered on his face, to let him be the one to walk down the aisle. [Y/N] had no complaints. They would also hate to see the smile drop from Ralph’s lips.

When the doors opened to reveal Ralph, [Y/N] felt all the air get knocked out of their lungs. He looked so perfect with his hair swept back and in a pretty white suit. A light red carnation tucked away in the front pocket of his suit jacket. Victoria walked Ralph down the aisle with their arms linked together.

Tears began to gather in both of their eyes, taken away with how stunning the other looked. Ralph looked like he had just stepped out of a painting. He looked so magnificent in his pure white suit. [Y/N] had half expected Ralph to walk down the aisle with his tap shoes. Though they had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to wear them during the reception. Not that [Y/N] had any complaints. They loved how excited he got to wear his tap shoes. Something that Victoria had gifted him with for his most recent birthday. Ralph, in return, had gifted her with a matching pair.

Ralph had to fight back the urge to kiss [Y/N] as soon as he got to the altar. They looked so perfect in his eyes. As they usually did of course. But there was something about seeing them standing at the altar before him that made everything seem so much more magical. The couple couldn’t help but smile in each other’s presence. Whispered compliments about the others appearance were quickly exchanged as shaky hands gripped the others equally as shaky hands. And just like that, the ceremony began.

“Welcome, loved ones. We are gathered here today to join Ralph Penbury and [Y/N] [L/N] in holy matrimony.” The officiant began. “I have been told that the couple have prepared their own vows?”

The soon to be wedded couple nodded their heads in sync. Ralph silently asked with his eyes [Y/N] if he could go first. He looked just like an excited puppy at that moment. His big brown eyes made it even more so.

“[Y/N], I had a feeling that the moment I set my eyes on you would be the start of something amazing. We’ve only known each other for a few months and some people may say that I rushed into this too soon. But they don’t know how much my heart races in, and out, of your presence. When I was going about my life without you, I felt less complete and since you entered my life I feel like it’s safe to say that you were the missing piece. I love you with all my heart and I will continue to do so even after death.” A few tears fell down Ralph’s cheeks with his words, which prompted [Y/N] to gently brush them away.

“I love you too.” [Y/N] whispered, their heart swelled with love. “Ralph, I never pictured myself standing here and getting married. I never really expected to find you, my soulmate either. Though I’m glad that you approached me at yours and Victoria’s birthday party. When I look at you, it’s like I’m seeing the world for the first time. Everything brightens with colour when I’m around you. And as you said, you’re also the missing piece to my life. I can’t even picture my life without you and I would hate to experience the rest of my life without you now that I have you in it. You’re my soulmate forever and always.”

Ralph could feel himself getting choked up. This was the best day of his life. Well, maybe the second best. Him meeting [Y/N] for the first time is definitely a close contender.

“Now it’s time for the exchanging of rings. Ralph, repeat after me-” The officiant instructed.

“With this ring I, Ralph Penbury, take you, [Y/N] [L/N], to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.” Ralph repeated as he slid the ring onto [Y/N]’s ring finger.

“And now [Y/N]-“

“With this ring I, [Y/N [L/N], take you, Ralph Penbury, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.” [Y/N] said as they repeated the same actions as Ralph with the ring.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as married. You may now kiss your spouse.” The officiant declared.

Ralph eagerly swooped in and kissed [Y/N]. Guests happily exclaimed at the sight. Victoria was the loudest whilst she clapped her hands with a loud “Wooo!”. Of course any guest that picked fun at Ralph at the engagement party was not invited. Victoria didn’t want any kinds of negativity on her younger twin's special day. Smiles couldn’t stop themselves from appearing on the now married couples faces as the two pulled apart. [Y/N] quickly sneaked in another kiss before the two turned towards their guests.

The two of them had married the love of their life, their soulmate, and they couldn’t be happier.

[Y/N] rested their head on Ralph’s shoulder. The two slowly swayed with the music. A quiet tap tap tap accompanied Ralph’s steps. The surroundings around them slowly faded away until their focus was only on each other. The choice of having their first dance to a slow song did surprise people, considering the fact that Ralph was just a bundle of energy that could not be contained at times.

“Having you in my arms just feels right.” Ralph murmured.

[Y/N] tilted their head to look up at him and smiled softly. “And being in your arms just feels right.”

Ralph kissed their forehead tenderly. Eyes filled with nothing but admiration for his spouse. He could get used to this. Having moments with [Y/N] that filled his heart with warmth. They were too caught up in each other's presence to notice that the song had transitioned into another as they continued to sway.

Nobody dared to disturb the couple. Noting how content they looked being wrapped up in each other's arms. That was the day where everyone knew that they were made for each other. Whispers of their romance would soon follow the community and people would soon aspire to have a love story like theirs.

Ralph’s lips nervously locked with [Y/N]’s as they shut themselves in their room at their honeymoon location. He felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. What if he did everything wrong? What if this is what made [Y/N] leave him? [Y/N] pulled away, as if they could tell what was going through his mind.

“Are you okay?” [Y/N] asked, hands gripping his biceps.

“I’m just…nervous.” Ralph admitted.

“We don’t have to do it now if you’re not ready.” [Y/N] suggested softly.

“No!” Ralph blurted out. “I want to. I’m worried I’ll mess up.”

“We’ll learn together then.” [Y/N] pecked his cheek. “And it doesn’t matter if you, or I, mess up. I just know that it will be perfect no matter what because you’re here with me.”

Ralph silently nodded. The tension around them filled the air as clothes and underwear were stripped away and forgotten about in a messy pile on the floor. Short kisses were exchanged between the newly-wed couple. Only when [Y/N] was laid on the bed with Ralph hovering over them, was when they stopped their kisses.

Ralph nervously lowered his hand closer to [Y/N]’s hole. He wanted to make sure that they were prepared for the later event. Without another word, he began to thrust his finger in and out of them.

“Ralph!” [Y/N] exclaimed as their tight ring of muscles clenched around a single finger.

“Are...Are you okay?” Ralph asked, panicked.

“’M good. Feels good.”

With those words, Ralph eagerly pushed in another finger and shortly after a third once [Y/N] began to loosen up.

“Are you ready?” Ralph quietly asked.

“Yes!” [Y/N] almost shouted. “Need you so bad.”

Ralph aligned his dick with [Y/N]’s hole, his neck and face turned red with embarrassment when he clumsily missed each time he tried to enter them. [Y/N] pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before they helped him out. Moans erupted from both of their lips as Ralph started his thrusts. His movements at times were unsure and he had no idea where to put his hands. But being with [Y/N] slightly put his mind to ease. They were his safe space.

“You feel so… so good.” Ralph whined, tears gathered in the corner of his eyes.

[Y/N] moaned in response and hid their face in the crook of Ralph’s neck. Ralph’s whines got louder once [Y/N] started to bite down on his neck. Hickeys began to blossom on his skin. Ralph blushed heavily at the thought of walking around with the marks. His hips sloppily thrust into [Y/N]. Each movement wasn’t exactly perfect. Sometimes he would move so far back that his dick would end up almost exiting [Y/N]. He then struggled to get back inside of them. Other times, his thrusts were a little too harsh and [Y/N] felt the air get knocked out of them.

“’M going to -!” [Y/N] said, gasping.

“Me too!” Ralph said, red in the face.

After a few more thrusts, Ralph felt himself cum inside of them. It spilled out of them once he pulled out. He whined at the sight. He didn’t think he could witness something so glorious. Embarrassingly, Ralph wished that he could keep a physical record of the sight.

“I love you.” [Y/N] whispered.

“I love you too.” Ralph collapsed on top of [Y/N]. Heavy breaths left his lips. “So much.”

[Y/N] always made sure that their husband’s spirits were lifted, as seen during the events of their engagement party. The light always seemed to leave Ralph’s eyes whenever Victoria interrupted him. And [Y/N] made sure to shower him in affection. One of these instances was when the three of them met the jazz band. Victoria and Ralph, although it was more Victoria in this scenario, were adamant that they were to perform at their party.

“Now, call it fate but Ralph and I, along with [Y/N].” Victoria began as she motioned over towards their sibling-in-law who had their arm hooked around Ralph’s “Are hosting a sick-makingly glorious birthday party!”

“We’re twins!” Ralph sang before he became serious. “Non-identical.”

“I was born first.”

“So Victoria and I are having a-” Ralph began to excitedly explain.

“Yes Ralph!” Victoria snapped.

The smile was instantly wiped from Ralph’s face and he almost curled in on himself. [Y/N] gently squeezed his bicep before they placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t frown, darling.” [Y/N] whispered. “It pains me to see you so sad.”

[Y/N] had tried numerous occasions in the past to get Victoria to not act so harsh towards Ralph. But nothing ever worked. So all they could do was dote on him. [Y/N] only wished that they could do better.

Ralph stared at them with complete happiness. It was as if the past events with Victoria had never happened.

“Thank you, my love.” Ralph replied with a gentle kiss to their forehead.

Ralph and [Y/N] gazed at each other with what could only be described as heart eyes. The Jazz band, along with Victoria, stared at the couple who seemed to be in their own world.

“Ralph! [Y/N]!” Victoria raised her voice. “We’re done here.”

“Oh!” [Y/N] exclaimed.

“I think I got a toothache from watching that.” Lauren quietly said to her friends.

Murmurs of agreement filled the air.

[Y/N] felt themselves falling in love with Ralph all over again upon seeing him in his birthday party outfit. The pattern of his suit was bold but it suited him so perfectly. Ralph felt the same way as well. He didn’t think that he could fall any harder for [Y/N]. Yet here he was, looking at them like he was seeing them for the first time again.

Ralph gasped before he exclaimed. “You’re wearing them!”

“Of course I am!” [Y/N] laughed. “I said I would last year, didn't I?”

Ralph couldn’t contain himself when he heard the familiar tap tap tap of a certain shoe he loved to wear to these kinds of events. He eagerly swooped down and kissed them on the lips. [Y/N] kissed back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Ralph. [Y/N].” Victoria greeted the couple before they could get their tongues down each other's throats.

“Hello Victoria.” [Y/N] and Ralph said in unison, both donned flushed cheeks from their short make out session.

The couple made eye contact with each other before they let out a few laughs. Even though Victoria wanted to snap at them for acting silly. She couldn’t help but smile slightly. Victoria was still happy that the two were so in love with each other.

“Now that I’ve stopped you from taking that a step further. I’ll be off to make sure that the jazz quartet is ready!” Victoria happily exclaimed before wandering off.

“Let’s get a drink!” Ralph eagerly suggested as he offered his arm to [Y/N].

Ralph and [Y/N] made their way to the bar, the exact place Ralph had interacted with them for the first time. A series of tap tap taps from both of their tap shoes filled the air around them. Each tap made the smile on Ralph’s face grow bigger.

“Here you go, my love.” Ralph said tenderly as he passed a drink over to them once it had been served.

“Thank you, darling.” [Y/N] left a kiss on his cheek.

With one hand holding their drink and the other holding Ralph’s hand, [Y/N] led him to a table where they could sit and enjoy their drinks before they would sweep one another off onto the dance floor.

“A toast!” Ralph exclaimed all of a sudden as he moved to stand on top of his chair, a bottle of champagne in one hand whilst he gestured towards Victoria, Lauren, Horace and Jason. “Hurrah to us! To you! And a bloody marvellous evening!”

“Oh god! I love fun!” Victoria said before she raised her voice. “Who wants some cocaine?!”

Ralph raised one finger up in the air at her question and [Y/N] couldn’t help but be in awe of his cuteness.

“Careful Ralph.” [Y/N] gently spoke as they took one of his hands in theirs and helped him down from his seat.

Ralph let out a dreamy sigh before he kissed their cheek. “I love you.”

[Y/N] giggled. “I love you too.”

Ralph held the base of his glass of champagne as he took a sip once he was safely seated. Which of course caused some of the alcohol to dribble down his chin. When a quiet “whoops” left his lips, [Y/N] leaned forward with a napkin and gently dabbed the fabric against his chin. Ralph gazed at them with nothing but love as they focused on cleaning up his chin.

“Why did you hold the glass like that?” [Y/N] curiously asked, a smile accompanying their features.

“It seemed like it would be fun.” Ralph said with a smile, almost feeling shy.

“Well it was very cute.” [Y/N] admitted with a kiss to his knuckles.

[Y/N] hand travelled towards Ralph’s wrist and gently fiddled with the cufflink, a gift that they had gotten him for his birthday, that sat snug on his shirt. Ralph stared at [Y/N], his gaze filled with an enormous amount of affection towards the love of his life. Without another thought, he leaned towards them and brought their lips into a kiss.

Multiple decades had passed. Ralph and [Y/N] [L/N]-Penbury had gone through so many milestones and adventures during the course of their love life. Each day their love for one another only grew bigger and bigger.

Ralph currently laid in their bed with [Y/N]’s arms loosely wrapped around him. Ralph felt himself getting weaker. But he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to experience more of his life with [Y/N]. They had so much more to do! He couldn’t just leave them. Old age sucked. How could it tear him away from [Y/N]? It was just cruel. So cruel! If he had the energy, he would cry. But he felt too weak to do so.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” [Y/N] whispered softly, arms still wrapped around Ralph. “You can go now. I love you.”

“I…I love you too.” Ralph struggled to speak but he wanted to tell them. He wanted them to hear those words one last time.

Tears fell from [Y/N]’s eyes. They rested their chin on the top of Ralph’s head. Their sobs grew louder as they pressed one last kiss to Ralph’s forehead. [Y/N] tried to keep it together but they found it too hard to do so. They wanted him to pass away feeling happy. They didn’t want him to bear witness to their tears.

Ralph’s breathing got slower. And slower. Until he finally stopped. [Y/N] let out loud choking sobs. They had just lost their soulmate. And in turn lost a part of them self. They felt nothing but anguish.

[Y/N] didn’t know how they were going to live their life without him. Without Ralph. Their sobs got stuck in their throat at the thought. They knew that this day was going to come. It had been so obvious over the past few months. But [Y/N] was never going to feel ready enough to let him go.

A week later, [Y/N] was found dead in their bed. An empty bottle of tablets were on the bedside table. The pain of losing Ralph had gotten to be too much. They had spent so much of their life with him that it just felt wrong to continue living it without him. Everything reminded [Y/N] of Ralph and they couldn’t take it any more. So, with tears in their eyes, they downed a bottle of tablets with little to no hesitation.

One can only hope that they were reunited after death. And if not, does true love really exist?

#ralph timewasters x reader #ralph penbury x reader #ralph x reader #timewasters #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury #💌 : munson mutterings

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impossible-rat-babies · 4 years ago

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tuesday, two in the afternoon

fallen hero / 2.1k words / chargestep (nb!sidestep + m!ortega) / cw: smoking

mostly below the cut!

“Why did you bring me down to the beach? It smells awful down here...”

Pollux kicks a rock across the barren sand, watching it roll into the lackadaisical waves lapping at the meager shoreline. The sand squishes beneath his shoes, water leaking through the crappy canvas.

It rained not long ago—almost caught the both of them in the downpour.

His head is still damp from the few fat drops that landed from between the slats in the boardwalk they used to take cover. He runs his hand across the fresh buzzcut, forgetting for a second there’s no curls to tuck behind his ears.

“I thought you liked the beach.” Ortega comes up beside him, keeping pace as they wander through sand and rock, passing by tiny tide pools refreshed by the rain. The sun will dry what the waves can reach soon, but for now they thrive under the cloudy grey sky.

“I don’t mind the beach, but it always stinks like garbage and wet dog down here after it rains.”

“At least it keeps the place private.”

“If you don’t count the seagulls.”

“They’re worse than the tourists.”

Ortega smiles and Pollux turns to walk backwards, cocking a brow over his sunglasses. Of course Ortega is overdressed to be taking a walk on what passes for a beach these days—a fancy shirt and slacks and the watch he’s got on costs more than four months of rent on Pollux’s shitty apartment.

(Disregarding the sunglasses he’s toting around that are without a doubt the third most expensive thing he owns and even then they were a gift. From Ortega, obviously. He disregards the invading thought that the most expensive thing Ortega has won’t ever be his clothing or a watch, but his spine. Pollux thinks *if*—not *when*—he dies if they’ll pry it out and stick it inside someone else; a replacement for an accident of their own.)

Ortega is always dressed to impress, the silly man. Pollux it’s a habit, or he doesn’t have anything else to wear that isn’t something higher class or luxury, or if he genuinely enjoys silk shirts. The tailored slacks with fancy watches and Italian leather shoes. There’s no one to impress but Pollux and he hasn’t fallen for that trick in years.

“Worried about your shoes?”

“They’re...squishy.”

“You’re gonna ruin them.”

Ortega kicks another rock off towards the waves, stuffing his hands in his pocket as an answer. Pollux snorts, rolling his eyes, and he turns back around, falling into step beside him. He’s always been a fast walker--a faster runner.

Silence stretches out between them and apprehension feels like just another word for awkward, this gap between them. The few pointed inches—enough for static electricity to jump between them, for Pollux to anticipate Ortega’s touch and deftly pull away, leaving air beside his fingertips.

It’s still so hard to let him close.

“Why did you want to meet up here?” Pollux asks just to have something to say, anything to avoid Ortega looking like he’s going to throw his arm over his shoulder and pull him in to mumble something fond, or a terrible joke.

“Just to go on a walk?” Ortega tries and oh he tries so hard. More than he used to.

“Since when did you start walking for fun?”

“When you decide to come along with me. It’s fun, Lux.”

Pollux frowns—he knows this game. Ortega’s got this little tell of looking away just the right way.

“You just wanted to get me out of the house then.”

Ortega shrugs—he’s avoiding, nor is he saying no...

“Okay so I lied. I don’t have anything to talk about. But, if I just wanted to spend time with you then you would’ve said no.”

“True...” Pollux hates how he’s right more often than not. Asshole. “So you picked the beach?”

“I didn’t plan on it raining.”

Pollux sighs, tired of the sand and he wanders away--further out of reach--towards the rocks near the pillars holding up the promenade.

It’s deserted right now, the rain and the fact that it’s two in the afternoon on a Tuesday keeping the crowds away. Give it a Saturday on a cool summer’s evening and it’d be packed to the gills; people screaming on the small roller coasters, the stink of fresh fried food and the lights--the dizzying array of red, blue and yellow. All the people and all the thoughts buzzing through his head; there were so many bombarding him--all of them, just as aggressive as the lights. He’s braved that terrible crowd--all because Ortega asked.

He used to do that, do things because Ortega asked nicely. Because they were fun--he had fun. Does he still remember what that felt like? Being on that promenade, breathless and young, laughing like he knew how to laugh?

They walked down to the very end once, away from the bright lights where it was just the ocean stretching out in front of them like a black abyss. All alone. Ortega asking him, pleading for one ride on the ferris wheel. “Come on Lux just one little ride.” Pollux calling his bluff, shoving his face away because it was all just a ploy for a kiss. Like this is some snapshot romance movie still.

It’s stupid to think about bygones.

There’s no temptation to jump into old times down here, just the water swelling against the rocks and the concrete walls. Trash hiding in the crevices, old green beer bottles that will break and turn to sea glass; left to wash up on the shores of Hawaii.

The beaches there are still nice--worthy of memories. Not this smog stained grey sand.It’s just a hop skip and a jump up onto the slick brown rocks smeared with algae and something that shines like oil. It stinks like it.

Pollux stops, shaking a cigarette out of the package and he cups his hand to protect the fragile flame, watching Ortega clamber up onto the rock beside him. He flops down on a relatively dry spot, free of the worst of the gross.

“What are you doing?” Pollux asks with a faint laugh and a cocked brow, letting his cigarette go unlit. It droops between his lips.

“What does it look like? I’m sitting down.” Ortega replies, smoothing a strand of hair back into the salt and pepper waves at his temples.

“Mr. Ralph Lauren is gonna be pissed you ruined your pants?” A raise of the brow and Ortega looks up at him with a look in those brown eyes.

“My shoes are wet, Lux.” Ortega whines and Pollux is *this close* to kicking him off their rock.

“I think you’re getting old.”

Pollux squats beside him, arms draping over top of his knees.

“Now you’re just being cruel...”

Ortega adjusts, grimacing when he inevitably puts his hand on a wet spot. He untucks his shirt, and he’s rather reminiscent of those “aged like fine wine” men on old magazine covers he found in shitty motel lobbies. He’d fit right on a sandy beach in Florida. These aren’t the right beaches for any of that anymore, still mostly rock. Their original glory immortalized in photographs on the fronts of travel brochures.

But they are healing—slowly. The sand creeps up the shoreline more and more each year.

“I’m not cruel. You just an oversized sun hat and a lounge chair. Maybe a nice hot beer.” Pollux teases and Ortega grimaces.

“It’s January.”

“That doesn’t stop people in Florida or Hawaii.”

“Have you even been to Florida?”

Ortega asks so harmlessly and Pollux pauses.

He’s been there half a dozen times before—fuzzy memories from over a decade ago. Rooftop gardens on top of high rise builds off the coast of Miami, galas with thousand dollar dresses and caked on makeup in the low light from crystal chandeliers. It was all for work, watching and scanning, nimble mental fingers coaxing and teasing truth from the mind’s eyes. He would watch, take in the sights and the sounds through other people’s minds. Take the truth and puzzle over the rest. Ask the dangerous questions: why and how?

He still believes the biggest mistake they made was allowing him to learn.

“I’ve watched movies.” He says instead of lying and he knows he isn’t getting away with it. “Besides, have you ever been to Florida? Or Hawaii even?”

“No, but I’ve watched movies before.”

Ortega grins and Pollux groans, resisting the urge to yet again so shove him off his rock and into one of the tide pools below.

“You’re an asshole.”

Pollux fishes around in his pocket and grabs out a matchbook, flipping it open and fuck he grabbed the wrong one. There’s nothing but the empty packaging in this one, uneven lines from tearing out matches without much grace. He flips it over onto the back and nothing--even the striker strip is shot to hell. Fuck.

“Are you out?” Ortega peers over and he grumbles.

“Grabbed the wrong matchbook” Pollux huffs, about to grab his carton back out and stuff the poor cigarette back in.

“Wait, I still got--here.” Ortega pulls a small matchbox out of his shirt pocket, holding it out to him. It’s much nicer than his ten cent books he frequently gets for free from the gas station because the cashier thinks he’s cute.

“You...still carry them around?”

His voice stalls in his chest: it’s meant to be more of questioning incredulity, but it comes out much softer. Forlorn and sticky at the front of his mouth.

Ortega sheepishly looks down at the matchbox, flipping it between his index and forefingers.

“Old habits die hard.”

He ran out of matches a lot, even the crappy little packages where the matches broke more often than actually struck. Ortega started carrying them around, little inch and a half boxes of matches tucked in his coat or shirt pocket. He doesn’t remember when the habit started. But it evolved into a habit of stealing them, seeing how easily he could sneak one away without him noticing.

Ortega protested whenever he caught him and the two of them scrambling for the box until Pollux tucked it away like magic, or Ortega tried tickling him enough times to get an elbow to the nose.

He got him back: a sufficient enough shock and Pollux complained about having a numb hand for the next week.

Pollux had a little stacked collection of them all lined up against the baseboard next to his mattress. He kept the fun ones, the brightly colored and eclectically designed ones--neon blue and mustard yellow. Held onto them until they were falling apart and he painstakingly cut them apart and glued or taped them in the pages of notebooks.

Even now, seven years later Ortega still carries them around and that tugs sharp in the back of his throat and deep in his belly—a sort of nausea that stings his eyes.

He blinks several times and fuck there’s the logo of the cigarette shop Ortega dragged him to once in a blue moon. The floor was some cheap old green motel carpeting--the windows covered in layers of advertisements and wood paneling everywhere else. But god it smelled fantastic--like a humidor stuffed to the brim with anything from cheap cigarettes to fancy and illegal cigars in glass cases.

(Fuck, it was the best place to buy cigarettes--they still had the little machines with the tokens he’d pay five bucks for at the counter.)

“Yeah...” Pollux mumbles, tearing his eyes away. “Kinda literally, you know. Dying.” He chuckles bone dry and Ortega cringes.

“You still recognized the matchbox. I can’t call you a lost cause yet.”

He looks over at him, salt and pepper black hair blowing in the breeze, the little white spots where the scars cut through his beard. The soft smile on chapped lips. Even with all the anger in the world rushing under his skin, he can’t be mad.

There’s just that wistful empty ache and he blinks, looking away. The distant shoreline etched on the horizon of a dark ocean and the patchy grey sky above. He lights the cigarette with a single match, the sharpness of the sulfur and the sweet menthol cloud of smoke the breeze dissolves into nothing.

“Here...” Pollux offers the matchbox back to him.

“Keep it. You need it more than me.” Ortega says, pushing his hand back towards him and he pulls his hand away.

Pollux fixes him with a with a long look before he heaves a sigh and looks back out towards the coast and the ocean further beyond. Smoking the cigarette, filling his lungs on the menthol and tobacco until it burns out at the filter. Ortega sitting beside him, bouncing a leg but he’s quiet. And he doesn’t look over at Pollux.

The sun barely peeks in through the clouds and it looks like this is all the rain they’ll be getting.

#fallen hero #chargestep #fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #fhr #owen writes #oc tag #oc: pollux #i tried to keep it under 2k but! we failed folks #anyway two fics in one week? WILD #i have more stuff i'm gonna spice up lmao but for now. there's this #the lets go to the beech beech fic lsdjlfsd #this is going in the queue hopefully it. shows up lmao

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maskedpeach · 4 years ago

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RPG Maker Fever Hero & Issues

Warning: This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

Five little authors went out to write. One little author has missed the deadline. Four little authors didn’t pay him much mind. Three authors are left since fourth drank the lye. Three little authors are bursting with confidence. One overworked himself and other two ignored his absence. Two little authors try to finish hard task. Teddy bear hugged one and one stands at last. One little author is left all alone. He hung himself on the chandelier and then there were none…Then who has finished this article? And why this teddy bear is giving me a weird look?

1. Walking on a Star Unknown

Walking on a Star Unknown is the latest game made by Segawa and most heartwarming out of her three games (while End Roll was more heartbreaking than heartwarming, and Farethere City is somewhere in-between). Game tells a story of two alien siblings, whose ship has crashed on the unfamiliar planet, where they decide to participate in the cooking tournament to get their ship fixed. Gameplay is simple yet very fun - most of the time you gather ingredients, learn new recipes, do side-quests and make friends with the planet inhabitants. Game has memorable cast of characters with their own interesting stories and bright and stylish visuals. As previous Segawa’s games Star also has some disturbing themes and some areas are dark and creepy, but overall tone of the game is bright and optimistic.

2. Witch’s Heart

Actually I wrote the detailed review on this game few posts ago, but I’m still including WH in the article for those who are lazy to read that enormous wall of a text. The most notable part of the game is its plot (which is interesting to follow and full of good twists) and memorable cast of well-developed characters. Along with it WH has entertaining gameplay (mini-games included), great presentation and catchy soundtrack. Overall it is one of the best games I’ve ever played, so if you like rpg-horrors I suggest to at least give it a try. Game is still unfinished, currently only one ending (out of four routes) is available, but even in the present state it means about 15-20 hours of gameplay.

3. The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 1, 2, 3

Here goes a game trilogy about Sogo Inaba-a tsundere detective with adorable side and Nina Arimura – his energetic assistant, together they solve various cases, some of the cases are pretty normal, and others are somewhat paranormal. First game of the series is a detective with minor supernatural horror elements – some rpg-horror typical puzzles and minor chasing sequences included. Second game is purely realistic and much more simple gameplay-wise comparing to the first game. Stories in first two games resemble Agatha Christie’s detective novels mixed with japanese psychological horrors. Third game of the series is closer to pure survival horror with minor detective elements and plays like many other rpg-horrors . To be honest, the third game is my personal favorite, since it is the most polished game out of three and the good conclusion for the Inaba and Arimura’s story. All three games are about 2 hours long and have great presentation (like quality art-style and great in-game music).

4. Asadoke no Majo

Asadoke no Majo starts with our protagonist Yui arguing with her father and as a result running away from home to …another country, where resides their old family mansion along with dark family secret and a handsome guy managing the estate as a bonus. Game is about 2 hours long and has pretty simple puzzles, minor jumpscares and several chasing scenes (but a final chase is the only frustrating one). Despite being pretty typical rpg-horror Asadoke no Majo leaves very positive impression thanks to bright cast of characters (the Nogi guy here is something else), good story and atmosphere along with well-chosen soundtrack. Currently game is available in japanese and russian.

5. Hero & Daughter

H&D is a dungeon-crawler made by tachi (Headless Prisoner, Moonlight Ghost, Hello?Hell…o?), which mocking famous fantasy cliché “hero defeats a dark lord”.Our hero Ralph get his level reduced to 1 because of his arrogance, and with this permanent level 1 he is tasked to defeat the Demon Lord. Again. That’s where Ralph’s friend of the haremancer class comes to rescue. This guy can summon pretty girls (including heroines from previous tachi’s games like Erina and Akari) to help Ralph in his quest. H&D is fun and entertaining, battles are fast-pacing, dungeons are complex, visuals are nice, also game has enormous level-cap and loads of optional content and many playable characters. Plot may be simple, but H&D has good humor and characters ( even generic Ralph got a nice personality). If you like quality role-playing games I highly recommend to try it out

6. Ai korosu yori, Ai korosaretai

An ordinary (alright, maybe a bit eccentric) family moves into new house. Soon after that their daughter Lucy falls with high fever.When she gets better, she discovers that her parents are gone and various weird phenomena is occurring in the house. To find the missing parents Lucy will have to search the house and learn about its history full of mysterious disappearances and tragic events. AiAi has very interesting story (good mix of horror and sci-fi) and entertaining gameplay with interesting puzzles and action cut-ins. Also beside proceeding the story you can also do some optional stuff like gathering collectibles and later saving runaway cows. If you like quality horror-adventures I highly recommend to try this game out. AiAi is currently available in japanese and russian.

7. Escatpade

Here goes another quality game for those who is tired from horror and tragedy and wants something warm and relaxing. Escatpade is about the girl who falls into the pit and finds herself in the weird place full of adorable talking cats. Game is nice and fun, have a bright, adorable designs and simple yet elegant puzzles. Also some items in the inventory can change appearance of our heroine (like clothes, glasses and stuffed kittycats).

8. Tower of Feles

ToF made by the author of Escatpade and also full of adorable cats. But unlike Escatparade this game is slightly more challenging. ToF is an action-puzzle where your objective is save your little sister from evil witch. In order to do so you have to climb on top of the tower, solving various puzzles and avoiding witch’s servants in the process. Every floor has a time limit, and if either time runs out or your health drops to zero you’ll have to start the floor over. Game is a bit tricky and very fun to play. If you have beaten Escatpade and want more cats and cuteness- Tower of Feles is what you need.

9. Twilight Epic

Twilight Epic is a sequel to Amayado Bus Stop. This time the main character is Akane’s and Akari’s cousin Akino, who receives a call from unknown girl, who tells him about certain “promise” and right after that he finds this girl’s dead body (or not quite dead). The boy decides to find out the truth and grown-up Chitose and Akari are helping him out. Game is far more simple than its predecessor-puzzles are mostly gone and chasing scenes are pretty straightforward, but still the game is very enjoyable, since story is good and heartwarming. Also game has quality art-style and skit system similar to one in Tales series. Twilight Epic is currently available in japanese and russian.

10. Peret em Heru: For the Prisoners

Peret em Heru is survival horror with rpg-elements about a group of tourists, lead by an archeologist, professor Tsuchida, exploring ancient ruins underneath the Great Pyramid of Giza. Needless to say, that these ruins are filled with deadly traps and Tsuchida’s intentions are far from mere scientific interest. Gameplay resembles Sweet Home and Corpse Party –Rebuilt-, but more simple and straightforward – you play as one of the tourists, fight monsters, grind levels, and save your teammates from booby traps. Overall Peret em Heru is a nice game with stylish old-fashioned visuals and good music, game is about 3 hours long and have one ending, which varies depending on how many of your teammates have survived.

11. The Object

You awake in the dark room in the unknown place and find out that not only your memories are gone, but your head is gone as well. On top of that you can attach literally anything to an empty place where your head once was. Now your goal is to regain the lost memories along with the head and leave the house. Game consists from exploration and simple yet elegant puzzles, which you solve by swapping your heads. Game is pretty interesting and has five endings , to get all of them you’ll need about 30 minutes.

12. Colors: Lost Memories

This time you play as a little girl who finds herself in the colorless world inhabited by talking animals. To get back home she must return this world its colors. Colors have stylish visuals highly reminiscent of old GBC games as well as unique puzzles based on using various colors you get during the game at the right places. First you can use only one color (for example red is needed to light or put out fire), later you will be able to activate up to three colors at the same time.Game is cute and fun to play, approximate time of the playthrough is one hour.

13. Nemoral

Nemoral is a short game about two cops who end up in the abandoned mansion while chasing the cult followers, assuming that they have something to do with the recent disappearances of children. And this mansion hides pretty dark secret about a project based on the famous fairy tale. Nemoral is quality action-horror, where both visuals and gameplay is somewhat resemble very first Resident Evil (in the good way of course). The only con of Nemoral is anti-climatic ending (game was made for the contest, and author was short on time). But even in present state the game is still enjoyable.

14. B*x. Colorful.

I’ve decided to unite both games in one mini-review, since they are both made by the same author and both are very short. B*x is about lonely girl in bunny outfit, who lives with her boyfriend, the only person who cares about her. But it seems like he’s hiding something from her. Game is about 30 minutes long and have few easy puzzles. Colorful is only 10 minutes long and have no puzzles at all, and more depressing than B*x. In Colorful you just listen to the story and watch pictures. Both games have very nice art style.

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those-celestial-bodies · 4 years ago

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WandaVision premiere liveblog!

All spoilers will be contained under the cut; I’ll be editing & saving this post as I watch!

Seriously I can’t believe we’re here! Round of applause for everyone who has been here over the years! I’m so excited that we’ll be joined by a whole new wave of people for the show. No matter how the show ends up, I’m glad we’re all sharing this!

I have watched a streaming premiere approximately 0 times before... do they go up exactly at the turn of the hour or is it here or there?

Apparently it’s five minutes post the hour...

Here we go! Marvel Studios intro has changed Wanda’s little part from the AoU “you are an Avenger” to her fight with Thanos. Vision is still the last thing we see in the “M” for the final logo.

Oh my god her little short wedding dress! Love that it’s “starring” Wanda and Vision. And man they are just dropping us in media res.

I’m dying this is too cute. And they did remember Vision doesn’t technically eat food! I wonder how the dinner party will go...

I am going to be creating Sims 4 house of every single era no one can stop me.

“Charmed”, from Agnes. Haha.

Oh we have a name for the husband--Ralph. Don’t think there’s any significance there.

People we weren’t kidding Bettany is completely natural in this environment.

He’s so carbon based I love him. CARBON BASED.

Oh they actually call him Vision. Does he have a first name? That’s his last name I’m assuming...

That magazine is “Glamorous” is seen in the 70s too.

A toaster... ok. So long as they avoid the obvious joke. Oh that’s the “blinking red light” from Stark Industries.

OH THAT EXPLAINS THE DRESS! Aw that’s too cute!

Oh she is still Sokovian! And Mr Hart is all red scare. I love they brought that in.

Interesting Wanda brings up super speed before his density shifting.

Woah thirsty Vision! 👀

Oh there’s the density reference.

That’s REALITY WARPING BABY!

Oh my god this is genuinely funny!

I like how Wanda is European with her super American accent but Vision is... I guess not?

Interesting...Vision doesn’t act until Wanda commands him to. And it looks like Mrs Hart was pleading with Wanda there right?

YAKETY YAK OFFICIAL SCARLET VISION SONG.

Those names in the credits didn’t mean anytihng to me.... gonna Google them later.

Oooh MCU real credits. Very cool. Pixel Rose, pixel glasses, pixel... gazebo? Pixel watertower, pixel children’s mobile, pixel staircase, pixel house, Halloween costumes. Aw... the wedding rings...

That’s Episode 1 done!

Praying for animated opening... Oh we get a previously on, that’s cute.

Yeah you can kind of hear the difference in Elizabeth Olsen’s 60s cadence here. Neat.

Can I say I love they aren’t completely sexless?

HELL YEAH ANIMATED HERE WE GO!

Oh cute they’re all the actual characters!

Oh shit they’re actually called Glamour and Illusion. +1 for fake Wardell. Anyway that’s a reference to the sidekicks from the 2nd 80s mini.

Love how it’s transformed to a slightly more naturalistic approach.

There Agnes is with the brooch again...

Huh that mailman is suspicious.

Love the reference to Mary Tyler Moore’s pants-wearing being a controversial thing in The Dick Van Dyke Show.

Please clap.

Hmmm I kinda know what they mean with the weird splices of mystery kind of out of nowhere. Interesting that both Mr Hart and Dottie suddenly get a lot nicer when they have... incidents...

Strucker like Baron von Strucker? Oh yes that’s HYDRA lol

Aww that’s so cute, he’s “drunk”!

Haha his smug face when he floats

Wanda is too cute as Glamour!

Oh my god his drunk party tricks.

Oh look the cabinet has the Mind Stone on it.

I love how they kind of subtly established Wanda wanted kids with the “for the children” thing.

Aw...he put his hand on her belly to protect the babies.

SIMS 4 HOUSE COMING GOTTA DO IT.

Oh that’s interesting... there was that one clip from the trailers showing them sitting down and kissing that doesn’t happen in this.

Anyway, that’s it for Episode 2! This was amazing and more than exceeding my expectations. I was a little worried by the early reviews but frankly, if that’s the worst of their problems it’s only getting better from here!!

#wandavision #wandavision liveblog #wandavision spoilers #wanda maximoff #the vision

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toku-fangirl-dolls · 4 years ago

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Meet the dolls: part 1 (Historical)

I just added a part 2 with my contemporary dolls, but for now, let’s start with all of my historical American Girl dolls.

Samantha

Samantha was the doll that started it all. She’s not the oldest doll in my collection, but she is the one I’ve owned the longest and still the one I treasure the most. I fell in love with her picture in the catalog back around...1993 or so, I want to say. I thought she was the most beautiful doll in the world. I have most of her original fashions, though I never did get her tea dress, and also a few of her re-release outfits. Here she is in her original cranberry Christmas dress, along with her cape, hat, and muff (I unfortunately only have one of her shoe covers that matches the cape...child me was very good at losing small accessories). Samantha is the big sister to the rest of the dolls.

Nellie

I wanted a Nellie doll so badly as a child, but they didn’t start making them until 2004. By that time I had decided I was too old for dolls, so I saw her, wished they would’ve made her sooner, and moved on. When I got back into collecting, I decided to track her down. I found this one on eBay, bundled with several of her outfits. I had to track down the coat separately, but it was worth it. She is wearing her Christmas dress under her coat. When I set up my dolls in different scenes I always have her and her bestie Samantha together.

Melody

I bought Melody right when she was first released because I was glad AG had decided to make another historical Black doll (I’d love to see a Black doll from the 1950s, but that’s a story for another day). My Melody wears glasses because I think they look cute on her (and she had them in the movie). I have a couple of her historical outfits, but honestly I dress most of my dolls in contemporary clothes most of the time (although “contemporary” in this case means anything from the 1990s onwards...I’m old, aren’t I? Sigh). Anyway. Melody is wearing her historical Christmas dress under this coat. My Melody is a Star Trek fan, again because of the movie (she wanted to go to space), and she has a red Starfleet dress that she wears for Halloween to be like her favorite character, Uhura.

Kirsten

I found this Kirsten at a toy show in early 2019. I’d been thinking about adding a Kirsten to my collection and I just about fainted when I looked under her dress to check the condition of the cloth body...

There’s a chance that this doll is a year or two older than me! The white-bodied dolls were only produced from 1986-1991, and only for the original 3 dolls (Kirsten, Samantha, and Molly). The seller wanted $50 for her, and since the white-bodied dolls can go for several hundred, I knew I couldn’t pass her up. I spent the rest of 2019 slowly building up her wardrobe thanks to eBay. Of all my dolls, she is the one who spends the most time in historical fashions.

Addy

I bought Addy in 2019 as well, from the American Girl Benefit Sale in Madison, WI. Like I was saying, most of my dolls wear modern(ish) clothes. She’s currently enjoying a pajama day.

I learned how to do Dutch braids so I could braid her hair. The braids have held up fairly well, although I may take them out and re-do them at some point to try and get them neater/tighter.

Felicia (custom Felicity)

Felicia here is a bit of a Franken-doll. She was another eBay find, and actually the last doll I purchased before my collecting hiatus. I had originally meant to fix her up and give her to my aunt, but then she and my uncle got divorced and we lost touch. When I got back into collecting, I fixed her up for myself. She had bad stains on her limbs, which I was able to remove, but she needed a new wig and a new cloth body. I gave her a wig from a JLY 61, and also swapped out her eyes for blue. Her original eyes were fine, but I liked the red hair/blue eyes combo and wanted to give eye swapping a try. She’s another doll who wears glasses because I like how they look on her. Here she’s wearing a handmade Anna outfit that I found at the benefit sale craft fair.

Ariel (custom Marie-Grace)

I’ve always thought the MG face mold was a good one for Disney princess customs. I swapped out her wig for one from Beautifully Custom. She has a mermaid dress, but here she’s wearing one of the Truly Me outfits (can’t remember the name of it). I also have a pattern for her pink dress from the movie, and I’d like to make her a pair of pajamas like the ones in Wreck-It Ralph.

And those are my historical dolls! I’ll introduce the contemporary dolls (GOTY, JLY, and CYO) in part 2.

#american girl dolls #historical dolls #custom ag dolls #custom dolls #my collection

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The Piano Man

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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3999

Warnings: TALK OF RAPE I will not be tagging anyone but do not read if you are triggered by rape! (This is based on season seven episode 12)

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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A long time ago I used to live in Houston. That was a part of my life that I never wanted to return to. But now, it looks like I had no choice. I had joined the BAU team in the FBI and our case was back in my hometown.

“So Houston PD needs our boots on the ground for the Piano Man case.” Garcia said and I silently gulped.

“The serial rapist?” Morgan asked.

“A case we consulted on about eight months ago. Twelve victims over five years.” Hotch said and he glanced at me. He knew that I was one of those women that he had hurt, he was the only one that knew. Not even my boyfriend of one year knew, I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone else. Hotch needed to know because it came up on my psych eval, but that was the only reason. The local PD didn’t even know, I never reported it because I was scared…

“He crosses racial and social lines, ages too.” He added and kept glancing at me, I knew the others noticed as well.

“Power assertive?” Prentiss asked.

“Knocks them out with a date rape drug, and binds them with piano wire…” Rossi said.

“They wake up with no memory of the assault or how they got the permanent scar the wire leaves.” I said, managing to keep my voice leveled.

“So he’s branding his victims. How does he dose them?” Prentiss asked.

“Houston PD still isn’t sure ‘cause, you know, date rape drugs metabolize quickly, and he’s keeping them for twelve hours.” Penelope answered before I could say anything. To be fair, I have no memory of how he drugged me, so even I didn’t know.

“So why are they calling us in now?” Morgan asked.

“Because of these most recent attacks. This piece of work has elevated sick and twisted to a whole new dimension. Cases in point- Brittany Anderson filed a report after she woke up outside the restaurant she was abducted from, and Vanessa Campbell was just reported missing.” Penelope answered and my eyes widened.

“Wait, those were victims two and five, weren’t they?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. He’s going back and attacking survivors a second time.” Penelope confirmed.

“Vanessa was grabbed from her house? He’s changing his M.O. from what we studied. He’s upping his game.” JJ said.

“Well, we know he stalks them. But public venue abduction, he has the power. Home invasion, he’s on their turf.” Morgan said.

“So he’s betting he can gain control before they get to a phone or a gun.” Spencer said.

“The question is why? What is he getting from revisiting old victims?” Rossi asked.

“It seems careless for someone who’s been so controlled up to now.” Hotch said.

“What is this? On the floor?” Prentiss asked.

“Uh, that- oh, God, that is the contents of Vanessa Campbell’s stomach, which she ralphed up.” Penelope answered.

“And in the glass?” Prentiss asked.

“According to the police report, it is salt and water.” Penelope answered.

“Homemade emetic.” Prentiss said.

“E-what what?” Penelope asked.

“Quick and dirty cocktail meant to induce vomiting.” Rossi answered.

“Vanessa Campbell and her husband moved to a new address. They’ve put locks on the doors. They took precautions. She even knew what to do if she was dosed again, and it still wasn’t enough. That’s what he gets out of it.” Prentiss explained.

“Their fear. He wants them to know that no matter what, he can still get to them.” Hotch said and I felt a chill run up my spine.

Everyone was getting ready to get on the jet. I gathered my stuff up and headed to the jet early. I walked on and saw Hotch sitting there alone.

“Hey.” I said.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. Sit.” He said motioning to the seat in front of him.

“I don’t want you to go on the case.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Hotch, I’m fine.” I said and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not. You are too involved with this case.” He said and I shook my head.

“This man is the reason I studied so hard for this job, I want to catch people like him and now I have the chance to catch this son of a bitch. Please don’t take that away from me.” I said and he started at me for a few minutes.

“He’ll try and come after you.” He said and I nodded.

“I know the risks, but Hotch I can promise you I’m okay. I’m not gonna let him scare me.” I said and he sighed.

“Fine, but you listen to what I tell you and don’t try and find him on your own.” He said and I nodded.

“I promise.” I said, although I knew I might not be able to keep it all that well. Hotch and Rossi were talking with the chief and JJ and Prentiss were interviewing the victims. Reid Morgan and I were sent to the latest crime scene.

“Does Vanessa smoke?” Spencer asked her husband.

“Yes, Vanessa smokes. What does it matter?” He asked.

“It might explain how the unsub is drugging these women.” Spencer said and my eyes widened slightly. Thank God I quit.

“The media has done a very good job of warning people to watch their drinks so that bars are no longer a fertile hunting ground, but cigarette smokers aren’t as careful. They might ask to have a cigarette from a stranger, or have their pack swapped out of their purse when they put it down and then unknowingly inhale PCP or scopolamine, both of which mimic the effects of date rape drugs.” Spencer rambled, it honestly was always so cute to me, but now wasn’t the time to be thinking that.

“She hid them in her purse. She didn’t think I knew. She cracked the windows so I wouldn’t smell it when I got home.” Mr. Campbell said.

“You know, if the unsub stalked her from the backyard, he’d have a good view when she lit up.” Spencer said.

“He also took out the window with something like a center punch.” Morgan said.

“What’s that?” Mr. Campbell asked.

“It’s a spring-loaded device used to punch divots into metal. It also breaks glass.” I explained as Spencer walked off towards the kitchen.

“No cigarettes. He must have taken them with him to hide the evidence.” Spencer said while looking through her purse.

“You know, it might not be all he’s trying to hide.” Morgan said.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Mr. Campbell, was this on when you came home?” He asked.

“The police told me not to touch anything.” Mr. Campbell answered.

“Well, you sure got a lot of MP3s on here.” Morgan said scrolling through them.

“Was it playing one of them?” He asked.

“No. Why?” Mr. Campbell asked.

“The media center keeps a history of the last twenty songs that were played, but either you don’t listen to any of them or someone erased it.” I said catching on to what Morgan was thinking.

“It wasn’t me.” Mr. Campbell said.

“I’ll call Garcia.” Morgan said, pulling out his phone.

“Whatcha need?” She answered.

“Hey, there’s an MP3 player in the Campbell house, can you tell me anything about the erased history?” Morgan asked.

“Okay, I can’t tell you who deleted that playback list, but I can tell you exactly when the log was cleared. 7:43 P.M..” She said.

“Why erase a history of someone else’s music?” Spencer asked.

“Because he didn’t erase someone else’s music. At 7:36, he loaned an MPS via USB drive, played it, and promptly deleted it.” She said, showing us on the Campbell’s T.V..

“Cleared the history so he could cover up his tracks.” She added.

“The unsub brought his own music to an abduction?” I asked confused.

“Yes, he did, and that is creepy. Fortunately, whatever is imported onto this computer downloaded the home network, so, ladies and gentlemen, the mystery song of Mr. Gruesome is…” She said and the music started playing. “That’s specific.” Spencer said.

“That’s another reason to call this guy the piano man.” Morgan said.

“Turn it off. Please.” Mr. Campbell said. Morgan turned it off.

“Does this song mean something to you or your wife?” Spencer asked.

“Vanessa hates it.” Mr. Campbell said and I gulped.

“How come?” Morgan asked.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t know. But every time it came on the radio, she’d burst into tears.” Mr. Campbell explained.

“So the unsub just happened to play it the night he came after her.” Morgan said.

We got back and JJ and Prentiss brought the woman back in to see if they had songs that triggered them too. All of us were in the room the local PD had set up for us and looked at all the songs these women now hated.

“Lady in Red, Up Where We Belong, Glory of Love. Each victim has her own piano ballad.” JJ said.

“You know, considering the survivors lose consciousness during the rape, we think this functions as the unsub’s signature. He most likely plays the songs repeatedly during the assault, resulting in pavlovian response when they heard it later, sort of a subconscious rape trigger.” Spencer said.

“The night of Vanessa Campbell’s abduction, that signature became part of his torture.” Rossi said. Hotch looked at me and I shook my head.

“We need to know.” He said and everyone looked at me.

“No.” I said.

“Know what?” Spencer asked confused.

“Y/N is one of the victims from the first time.” Hotch said.

“Hotch!” I said and I felt everyone looking at me in shock.

“So, what song is it?” He asked and I looked away from everyone.

“Endless Love…” I said.

“So, why these songs? What do they say about him?” Hotch asked, but before anyone could say anything more his phone rang.

“Go ahead, Morgan.” Hotch said.

“We just found Vanessa Campbell’s body. He didn’t even bother hiding it.” He said and my eyes widened.

“How long has she been dead?” Hotch asked.

“Maybe five hours.” He answered.

“He’s never killed before…” I said.

“Are we sure it’s our unsub?” Spencer asked, he was clearly worried.

“He used a piano wire as a garrote.” Morgan answered.

“Alright, Morgan, you come back here, I’ll go to the coroner's office once they’ve looked her over.” Hotch said and hung up.

“Keep working.” Hotch said and pulled me out of the room.

“You need to go back home now.” He said and I shook my head.

“I’m not going anywhere until he’s behind bars.” I said, standing my ground.

“Y/N this is serious, he’s getting more confident, you need to leave.” He said.

“Hotch is right Y/N.” Spencer said coming out of the room.

“I’ll give you two some time to talk.” Hotch said and went back into the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Because I wanted to forget about it. Hotch is the only one that knew because of my psych eval.” I said not meeting his eyes.

“I can help you.” He said, gently touching my arms.

“Spence, there’s nothing to help. The only thing I need to do is to catch him.” I said. He gently guided my eyes to look at his.

“I understand, but this is dangerous for you, he could try and come after you now and what if he kills you? I can’t lose you…” He said with tears in his eyes.

“I promised Hotch I wouldn’t go looking for him alone and as hard as it is to keep that promise, I need to. Because if I ever see him again, I will kill him.” I said and Spencer’s eyes widened, but he saw the tears in my eyes.

“I can’t let him get away with this again.” I said and a tear slid down my cheek. Spencer pulled me to him and held me close.

“Just stay with me okay? I can tell Hotch that we need to stay together, I can protect you.” He said and I smiled.

“You know, I think that’ll be better for the both of us.” I said and he smiled back.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, now let’s get back to doing our job.” I said, but he stopped me.

“There’s nothing I can do to convince you to go home?” He asked and I smiled slightly.

“You know there’s not.” I said and he sighed, but nodded.

We walked back in the room and Hotch said the three of us were going to the morgue. So we hopped in a car and headed there. They didn’t have too much to look over apparently.

“Tissue inflammation is consistent with inhalation of some sort of drug. I can’t tell what yet.” The doctor told us.

“And the ligature marks?” Hotch asked.

“Same as before. New wounds on top of old scars.” The doctor said holding up the hand and I felt myself reach for my own wrists.

“No sexual assault, though. Possibly because she regained consciousness at some point and fought back.” He added.

“She doesn’t show any signs of defensive wounds.” Spencer commented.

“No, but I did fish this out of her trachea.” The doctor said handing Spencer a bag.

“Neoprene?” I asked.

“From a glove. My best guess is she bit him.” The doctor said.

“Not enough to break the skin, unfortunately.” He added.

“An exam glove?” Hotch asked.

“Most likely.” The doctor answered.

“Actually, it’s a surgical glove. A little bit thicker than an exam glove. If he was wearing neoprene, it means he has an allergy to latex.” Spencer said.

“I’ll have Garcia check hospital records.” Hotch said and left the room.

“Thank you doctor.” I said and Spencer and I followed Hotch out.

When we got back to the PD Hotch told Spencer and I to take a little break. I objected at first, but he said it was an order so we took a walk around the block.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” I said grabbing Spencer’s hand.

“I understand why you didn’t.” He said.

“I can hear him still you know…” I said and he looked at me confused.

“What?” He asked.

“He sang the song, I remember his voice. I was new to smoking so I wasn’t used to it yet. I was out with some friends and I went to smoke alone, when I tasted it, it tasted off so I got rid of it, but I blacked out after. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I could hear that song and him singing it…” I admitted.

“We need to go back.” Spencer said and grabbed my hand. We ran back as fast as we could and we saw everyone sitting at a table.

“Hey you guys are back, we got a suspect.” JJ said and we looked at her confused.

“Y/N remembers his voice.” Spencer said and everyone’s eyes widened.

“Let’s go, Prentiss you try and get him to talk. Hotch said and the four of us walked towards the investigation room. Emily went inside and started playing to his fantasies.

“It’s not him.” I said.

“He’s definitely assaulted Dianna though.” Prentiss said.

“Arrest him for that, but he’s not the man that raped me.” I said and walked out of the room.

“How can Herman Scodie not be the piano man? We’ve got the medical gloves, the medical record he pulled.” Rossi asked. We were all gathered in the room, after Hotch had sent JJ, Spencer, and Morgan to go check his house anyway.

“The taunt he said to Diana Mitchell, he repeated to us.” Prentiss said.

“Well, Scobie definitely assaulted Diana the second time. He’s probably re-victimizing all of the survivors.” JJ said.

“But apply the profile to Herman Scobie, and look at what’s different. There’s no piano wire, and there’s no song played.” Morgan said.

“You think there are two unsubs, the piano man and a copycat?” Hotch asked.

“A copycat studies the original unsub in order to learn. Herman Scobie’s a doppelganger.” Spencer said.

“He’s trying to pass himself off as the piano man.” I said.

“Why?” Rossi asked.

“Convenience, maybe. If he assaults the piano man’s survivors, they’re less likely to reach out to the police.” Morgan said.

“And if they do, the women claim it was the piano man. No one thinks to look at hospital orderlies.” JJ added.

“So who killed Vanessa Campbell, the piano man or Scobie?” Hotch asked.

“It’s a lay-up. Same neoprene glove in her throat as we found in Scobie’s van.” Rossi answered.

“There’s something odd about that too, though. If Vanessa swallowed this it would be scarred by digestive acids. I mean, even if it got caught in her trachea as he choked her out, gastric reflux would be evident, but there isn’t any.” Spencer said.

“So the unsub placed that in her throat postmortem.” I said.

“Which unsub?” Prentiss asked.

“He used the piano wire, he played the song, it must be the piano man.” Morgan said.

“So he plants a piece of evidence to frame Scobie.” Rossi said.

“Okay, let me get this straight. The piano man is trying to convince us that Scobie is responsible for all of these crimes.” Prentiss said.

“And if these two have studied each other this closely, then Scobie is the key to finding the piano man.” Hotch said.

“His lawyer’s here. Scobie’s not gonna talk to us.” JJ said.

“He will when he finds out he’s been set up.” Hotch said.

“Let me talk to him.” I said and everyone looked at me.

“No way.” Hotch said.

“If he’s studied the piano man he’ll know who I am. He’ll want to talk to me.” I said and Spencer shook his head.

“No, we can’t let you do that.” He said.

“Fine. I’ll go in with you. That’s the only way.” Hotch said and I nodded.

“Hotch, you’re serious about this?” Spencer asked shocked.

“She’s right, if he knows who she is then it might put him on edge.” He answered.

“Let’s go.” He added and we walked inside. Herman and his lawyer looked up at us and I noticed Herman’s eyes flash with realization.

“My client has nothing to say.” His lawyer said.

“Good. We’d rather he listen anyway.” Hotch said.

“You’re going away fro rape. The question is whether you’ll let your competition hang Vanessa Campbell’s murder on you as well.” I said.

“I didn’t kill her.” Herman said.

“I didn’t even touch her.” He added.

“Herman.” His lawyer warned.

“From what you’ve told us, we know exactly what you think of these women.” Hotch said.

“You don’t need to kill them.” I said speaking as if I wasn’t one of them.

“They’re not worth that much effort to you.” I said and he never took his eyes off me.

“But the piano man can’t take that risk. When he’d heard what you’d done, he killed Vanessa Campbell.” Hotch said.

“He went back to an old victim, just like you, but then he places a piece of neoprene down her throat. Does that sound like an accident?” I asked and he glared at me.

“He’s setting you up.” I added.

“I need to discuss this with my client.” The lawyer said.

“No, he talks to us now, or he takes his chances with a jury.” Hotch said.

“What do you want to know?” Herman asked, eyes still never leaving mine.

“Who is he?” I asked and he smirked.

“You should know, I know who you are.” He said leaning forward towards me.

“His unknown victim. The one that didn’t report him.” He said.

“Who is he?” Hotch asked again.

“I never met him. I just read about what he did in the hospital records.” He said looking up at me.

“You were the only one that didn’t report him, but you came in with the same marks as those other women.” He said, looked at me again.

“The weird thing though, I had three chicks picked out to do next. I was gonna start with Vanessa, but… He got to her first.” Herman said.

“Who was the other ones?” Hotch asked.

“Regina Lampert and Y/N Y/L/N.” He answered.

“You’re going away for a long time.” I said and walked out of the room. Spencer grabbed me and pulled me to him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered and kissed my head. We all met in the room and tried calling Regina.

“Okay, guys, regina Lampert is not answering her phone, and I found something hinky on her, which I’m sending to your tablets.” Garcia said.

“Alright, Garcia, what are we looking at?” Hotch asked.

“It’s a surveillance video from the bar that Regina Lampert works at. Do you see the guy she’s talking to?” She asked.

“PLaying the piano. He’s taunting her.” Rossi said.

“She knows it too. Look at her body language.” Hotch said.

“Watch what happens when I fast-forward to closing time.” Garcia said and sped up the video.

“She seems to warm up to him.” I said.

“And then, watch this.” She said and the video changed to a different angle.

“Garcia, freeze it right there.” Hotch said.

“Look at her face. No, she doesn’t. She set herself up as bait.” Hotch said.

“Credit card says that the guy at the piano is Hamilton Bartholomew. This is what I know, his wife just filed a missing persons report on him this morning. She directed me to some job he just applied for, so I got a background check from that where they did his fingerprints.” She said.

“Alright, Garcia, pull Regina Lampert’s rape kit and cross-reference the prints found with Bartholomew’s, and see if you get a match. We need to get to her house.” Hotch said.

“Sending her address to your GPS.” She said and then we hung up. We all left to get to her house.

“Garcia, did she pick up?” Hotch asked, answering the phone.

“No, but we did just get a 911 call from her house, and it is freaking weird.” Garcia said and then started playing the call.

“911 operator. What’s your emergency?” A lady asked.

“Hello?” She asked when no one said anything.

“My name is Hamilton Bartholomew. I’m being held captive by a lunatic!” He said then a gunshot went off.

“She took the piano man captive?” Prentiss asked.

“Unless he’s not the piano man. I mean think about it. Would the piano man call us to rescue him?” Morgan asked.

“She could be shooting at the wrong guy.” Rossi said.

“No, it’s him.” I said.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“That’s his voice… I know it.” I said.

“The lab just confirmed, it’s him.” Prentiss said. We pulled up to the house and everyone got out.

“Y/N you stay out here, that’s an order.” Hotch said and I knew there was no fighting this on.

“As long as I’m the one that puts the cuffs on him.” I said and Hotch nodded. They went in and Spencer stayed out here with me. Hotch and Prentiss came out with both of them and Hotch handed him to me.

“Hamilton bartholomew, you’re under arrest for the rapes of thirteen women and the murder of Vanessa Campbell.” Hotch said and I put the cuffs on him.

“It’s you…” He said to me.

“I’m gonna make sure you stay in jail for the rest of your damn life.” I growled at him. Hotch took him from me and Spencer came up and held me tightly.

“Should have let her pull the trigger.” I said.

“Come on baby, let’s just go.” Spencer said and took me to the car.

“He’s never gonna see light again, you know that.” He said.

“But he’s still alive…” I said.

“And I’ll be here for you, whatever you need.” He said and held me close.

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definitelynottony · 5 years ago

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“December knows me well”

[I actually finished this before midnight! So consider it a Christmas present. Just really wanted to do a short one shot of them like randomly meeting/one night stand kind of romance. Pretty happy with it actually. It’s soft~] [Ao3]

“Hi there, reservation for Harrington.”

“Just the one key?” The front desk attendant asked.

“Yup. Just the one."

"And you’ll be staying with us till the—”

“27th.”

“Okay. Are you aware that there’s a chance of a storm coming in tomorrow night?"

"No, didn’t hear about it.”

“Okay, if this is a Christmas trip though I need to inform you that we’re cancelling our holiday events. So if you’re here to meet with family or—”

“Nope. No family. Just here for some R&R."

"But won’t you—”

“Max! Will you just give the guy his damn room key!” A harsh voice called from a room behind the desk area.

“Right. Sorry, you’re all set Mr. Harrington. Cabin 235."

"Thank you.” Steve winced at her calling him Mr.Harrington. He was not his father. But he gathered his things from the nosy attendant, tried to see if he could whisper a thanks to the man in the back room for saving him from twenty questions. But he couldn’t see him.

“You can take the lifts to your cabin. They’re outside to the back. Oh, or you can wait for Billy-I mean Mr. Hargrove, he’ll be heading down to the camp area in a few. You can wait in front for him if you’d like!"

"Uh, yeah I’ll wait I guess. Thanks again.” The brunette, with his Louis Vuitton suitcase and his Ralph Lauren winter puff jacket, traipsed himself through the lobby. Back through the large gold lined glass doors, under the large chandelier in the entryway; and waited. This place was the Ritz, almost literally.

Hey, if Steve’s parents weren’t going to be home for Christmas then the least Steve could do was charge the most expensive ski trip he could find to his father’s card. Make up for last Christmas too while he was at it. And his birthday! And so the brunette who dripped in brand names he didn’t care about, except to revel in the fact that it pissed his father off when he’d check his bank statements; flew all the way to Colorado, from Indiana. First class, booked the most expensive hotel his google search generated; ‘Maygrove Lodge’.

Steve was born into a rich family that cared more about the money they made then him; he was spoiled, sure, but a brat by choice. Steve did have his own job though, paid for his own bills and food; but that job didn’t get his parent’s attention the way spending their money did. So he stood outside waiting for this Mr. Billy Hargrove to come around and drive him down to the cabins, hopefully help him with his bags too. It was a good ten minutes of shaky legs and winter winds, sure, it was a sunny day but still; thirty something degrees was still freezing. But finally the brunette saw the ski-cab driving around towards him.

“You waiting on a ride to the cabins?” Steve heard the voice before he got a good look at the man driving the cab. It was deep, rough, Steve wasn’t expecting it.

“Yeah."

"Need help with those bags?”

“Yeah."

Steve stood there, eyes plastered to the man trying to get a good look at his face; but he was wearing heavy sunglasses and a thick red plaid jacket. Sherpa lined, blue jeans, buckskin boots. It looked warmer then what Steve was wearing that’s for damn sure. He had nice hair though, short at the sides and long on top. Blonde, it matched the scruff on his face. Jesus, Steve came here thinking he was in for a week of rest but watching the blonde grin at him like that; he wasn’t interested in resting anymore. And the brunette watched as he packed Steve’s bags in the back of the ski-cab,

"Gettin’ in or what?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, thanks."

The blonde chortled a bit climbing into the cab. Steve slipped into the seat beside him,

"Man of many words?” He smirked at the brunette starting up the machine. Steve bit his lip around a smile, when was the last time he was this awkward? God he couldn’t remember the last time he had a crush on a guy. Maybe his first semester of college, before he dropped out?

The ride itself was fun, the cart could go pretty fast especially over the fresh fallen snow. Steve bounced around and laughed when they took the steep bends. The cabins were a few miles from the main lodge. They were private, cost a good extra chunk of money then the rooms available in the hotel. Money Steve was all too willing to spend.

“Hey, sorry if Max was givin’ you a hard time at check in. She’s almost like a little sister so I give her some slack, but sometimes gets a little too involved in the guests personal lives. Doesn’t understand boundaries."

"No it’s fine. I mean it is Christmas week, she wasn’t in the wrong. I’m just a weirdo that doesn’t spend it with family.” Steve laughed, quickly wishing he hadn’t just shared that information. “Thank you though, you were the guy in the back?”

“Heh, you and me both, and yeah I was. But seriously, if she gives ya any more trouble about it, just let me know. I’ll fire her nosy ass.” He laughed, Steve liked his laugh, it was…hot. The brunette shamelessly turned to look at the man driving, he really wanted to see what his eyes looked like. Wanted to just reach over and take the sunnies off of him. But that would be even worse than what he did end up doing,

“You can do that? Don’t you just work here too?"

And the blonde, Billy, turned his head as he slowed the cab down to a crawl; looked at the brunette with a small sideways smirk.

"I own this place, pretty boy.”

“Seriously! Shit, I’m so sorry… Mr. Hargrove?"

"Oh, god, Billy. It’s Billy, Mr. Hargrove is my father” the blonde grimaced.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh because he always acts the same way when people call him 'Mr. Harrington’.

“Wait, how old are you?” The brunette questioned,

“Twenty two."

"No way! You’re younger than me and own this whole place? How?"

"Ain’t no secret, just good business. So how old are you?"

”…Twenty three.“

"Really? Face like that thought you were still in high school.” The blonde pulled into a small cul-de-sac of log cabins. It was that hallmark movie kind of perfect looking. But Steve was currently more focused on whether Billy was flirting with him or just stating facts.

Yeah, okay, Steve has a baby face, peach fuzz for days but like the way the blonde said it…or maybe Steve was just cold and horny? And the brunette must have been staring something awful because the blonde took off those sunglasses; finally. And his eyes were blue, perfectly blue, and his eyelashes were thick; so much so they caste shadows. God, he was tan too! Was it fake? How is someone so tan in the winter? Then he smiled at Steve,

“We’re here."

Steve jerked his gaze away, embarrassingly so—

"Wow. It’s beautiful here."

"Thanks” The blonde huffed out a sigh “I need ta grab some firewood so I can’t help ya to your cabin. You all good?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, no I’m good. Thank you for the ride Billy."

"No problem pretty boy."

Steve glanced at the blonde again with a faint smile before sliding out of the cab; fumbling his luggage out of the back. Probably making way too many unnecessary sounds,

"Sure y'all good?"

"Yup. Totally… completely…” he huffed, pulling his suitcases up in front of the ski-cab “good."

Billy laughed again and nodded, hand tapping the steering wheel "alright. Call the front desk if you need anything."

"Will do."

"Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Planning on it!” The brunette shouted over the motor as the blonde was backing out. He was such a dork, but he was cute.

“Jesus! Why did I pack so much!” Steve whined as he dragged his suitcases up the cabin’s stairs. Of course cabin 235 had to be the one farthest from the pathway. But the brunette was actually surprised as he caught his breath and opened the door; it was decorated for the holidays. There was even a small tree hung with lights near the window. It was warm and cozy, looked more like someone’s home then a getaway spot.

There were fur blankets sprawled across the couch, food and alcohol stocked. Seriously some first class digs. If this is what seven hundred dollars a night buys you then Steve was considering extended stay options. God, even the bathroom was stocked with brand named shit! He really started to wonder if the last guest just forgot to pack their belongings when he went to the bedroom. The closet was full, which yeah, that’s pretty odd. But Steve has always been a 'live out of the suitcase’ kind of traveler anyways.

He scuffed his bags into the bedroom before exploring more of the cabin, it was a single level but had a small loft; the kind you have to climb a ladder to get to. There was a large flat screen that hung on the wall, a real wood burning fireplace sat under it. And a white fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. Steve really felt like he was in a Christmas movie, all he needed was some hot chocolate and… well, he wasn’t necessarily picky at the moment but that Billy guy would be pretty nice.

Guy like him probably isn’t even gay though, probably has women flocking over him, and he’s fuckin’ rich. Not ’my parents are rich’, but like it’s actually his money! Basically owns the whole damn mountain! That’s so hot. The guy is a real go getter, knows what he wanted in life; unlike Steve. Well Steve knows he wants hot cocoa and that guy in his bed, but besides that, no future plans.

So almost an hour later the brunette was perfectly stretched out over the leather, blankets donned couch. Tv on in the background playing some old Christmas movie he wasn’t paying attention to; hot chocolate in one hand, cell phone in the other. A real twenty first century king if I’ve ever seen one. He’s been flipping through Google, Twitter and Instagram for the last thirty minutes trying to find a Mr. Billy Hargrove; it’s like the guy doesn’t exist. Said for a few articles about the young entrepreneur.

Blessed with some very noteworthy pictures of the guy. “Jesus.” Steve murmured zooming in on one of the photos. His eyes were seriously blue, and he has freckles that the brunette didn’t notice before. “Shit” he sighed out a laugh, he had to laugh at himself. He just flew four hours to a luxury ski lodge just to jerk off to some guy. Given, said guy was gorgeous, but come on… not that he wasn’t going to do it later. But it was only five pm, he should probably like, eat dinner at the very least before retiring to bed.

The brunette hopped off the couch and huffed his way into the kitchen area, it was an open concept floor plan; and a modest size cabin, but still more effort than Steve wanted to give.

“So pasta or… oh my god, no shit, is that caviar? They stock these rooms with caviar! Wonder if they have lobster too!” Steve fanned as he dug into the fridge.

“Do I even like caviar?” He pondered as he opened up the can, he dipped his pinky finger into it like the gentleman he is. “Nope. Definitely do not like caviar. Good to know.” He shrugged it off putting it back. “Pasta it is."

And as the brunette made way with his food, dancing to whatever commercial song was on in the living room; a news banner interrupt it. Loud beeping followed by that annoying audio prompt. Something about a winter storm advisory.

Steve paid no mind to it, hell he’d pay someone to trap him inside his little winter wonderland. Let it snow, he thought, which prompted him to sing as he finished with his food. Pooling it all into a large bowl that he knows he’ll never be able to finish, but god damn he’s gonna try.

After more television, some wine he found in a cabinet and half a bowl of pasta later; the brunette was pretty satisfied with his first night. Five stars honestly.

It was dark out now, the Christmas tree looked really nice through his slightly buzzed vision. The wine must have been more expensive than what he was use to, or he just drank more than he thought. He pulled himself from the loveseat and made his way to the bedroom. Slinked out of his clothes; the sheets were a deep blue, soft, probably a high thread count. It was so fuckin’ comfortable! God, forget skiing, Steve was staying in this bed for the next five days!

Feather down comforter pulled up to his chin, he stretched out real good, felt real good; was about to feel even better too. As he slipped his hand under the blanket. As it slid down his body, as he turned his head pressing it down into his pillow. Jesus, even the pillows smell amazing. Like they sprayed them with cologne. Warm, musky, sweet; ”fuck…“ the brunette writhed under his own touch. Closed eyes picturing blue one staring back at him. "Mmhmm” Picturing thick fingers holding him, “shit…ah! God”, tan skin in the middle of fuckin’ December, warm against his. “Fuck.” Full red lips, with that scruff scraping against his thighs “Billy. Mmm-fuck. Billy."

Did Steve feel guilty about getting off to a guy he just met, that probably had a girlfriend?…Not as much as he felt guilty for dirtying such nice sheets. But all emotions said for euphoria left him as that climax high set in. And then he wiped his hand off on the sheet, turned over and slept. Slept until the sun blinded him through closed eyes, and the brunette shoved his face into the pillow; that pillow that smelt like sex felt. And he hushed out a sleepy moan as he breathed it in.

"Jesus. I need a boyfriend, or at least a damn hobby.” Messy hair fell into his face as he sat up, stretching arms over head. Desperately in need of a shower too. Didn’t even bother putting his boxers back on as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The hot water helped his hangover, helped his erection too.

“Fuck, never wanna leave this place.” The brunette feverishly groaned out.

After he finished dressing he decided that even though it was apparently pushing one thirty pm, it was time for breakfast. Eggo’s seemed like the easiest solution for the brunette. And he settled back into his throne, news warning still at it with the winter storm advisory.

“Twenty four inches huh? Good. Bury me here!” He threatened the television around a mouthful of waffles.

Steve put his plate in the sink, leaned over it to look out the window that sat above it. It didn’t look like it was snowing yet, sky was grayish but not threateningly so. He should probably go get some skiing in, considering, but he didn’t really feel like it anymore. “Oh! It’s Billy!” Doe eyes all too excitedly widened, practically yelling; Steve leaned even more over the skin.

“Je-su-s” he moaned biting at his lip, the blonde was wielding an axe. Of course he actually cut the wood himself, he looked like the hottest lumberjack the brunette has ever seen. And considering it’s 2019 and lumberjacks are a dying breed, he is the hottest one Steve’s seen. He has a good pile going, the brunette considered whether he should bring him a drink or something. It would be the kind thing to do right? Totally not a come on, just neighborliness.

But then the brunette didn’t have to decide, 'cause the blonde lumberjack, with his large wood pile was heading for his cabin. Okay, seriously, if he cut all that wood just for Steve, so he’d stay warm; Steve wasn’t responsible for what happened next. The brunette faltered, almost falling as he rushed to the front door.

“Hey there!” He beamed as he opened it.

“Holy shit!” The blonde cursed, dropping some of the logs in surprise. “Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?” Billy asked sharply as he put the rest of the kindle down.

“Uh, this is my cabin. What are—”

“No, this is my cabin, first of all. Secondly, I meant what are you still doing here?” Billy closed in on the brunette, making Steve step back letting the blonde into the cabin.

“Oh, yeah no, I know you like own them but this is the one I’m staying in.” Steve chortled.

Billy leaned up against the counter looking at the other who was still lingering near the door.

“No, pretty boy, I mean this is my home, my cabin, I live here."

"Wait. Holy shit you’re serious?"

"Deadly…” Steve brushed his hair back with a hand as he thoughtfully bit on his lip, decreasing the space between them slowly.

“Sorry I didn’t know. Pretty sure this is the cabin she said though. I mean the key worked so."

"Who? Max gave you the keys for this cabin?"

"Yeah, redhead from the front desk."

"Damn shithead. She’s so fired!” Billy fumed.

“Hey! No, it’s no problem man. I’ll just get my stuff and get out of your hair."

"Yeah, ain’t gonna happen…”

“Steve. Names Steve."

"Ain’t gonna happen Stevie, I already shut the place down. There’s a blizzard on the way. Evacuated everyone this morning. Fuckin’ Max… goddamn it.” Billy rubbed his forehead thinking about what Max told him earlier before she left. 'Merry Christmas Billy. I put your present in your cabin!’ Holy shit she was a demon child.

“Wait so like, you and me are the only people here?"

"I’m speakin’ english ain’t I?” The blonde retorted,

“Oh… uh, I guess I could just leave?"

"Already told ya pretty boy, there’s a blizzard headin’ straight towards us. No way in hell i'mma let ya drive in it."

"Okay. Yeah, you’re probably right. Is it okay if I stay then?"

"Looks like there ain’t no choice, plus ya already made yourself comfortable.” Billy gestured to the opened wine bottle on the counter, smirking; Steve felt his face flush.

“Shit, I can’t believe I just raided your house.” He grimaced in embarrassment,

“You seriously couldn’t tell someone lived here?” Billy huffed out a breathy laugh, intrigued or entertained by the brunette’s sheer ignorance.

“I mean, just thought it was part of the package.” That earned Steve a full, heavy laugh from the blonde. Billy pushed himself off from the counter and turned heel towards the bedroom.

“Alright. I’m gonna change cause i’m frozen and then I guess I’ll get us a fire goin’.” The blonde decided.

“Okay.” Steve agreed, not that he had much of a say, it was Billy house afterall. His house, his bedroom, his bed…bed that Steve just masturbated in, to Billy’s scent. “Shit” the brunette scrunched his face up quickly following the blonde.

“Billy! Hey-uh…” And as Steve entered the doorway to the room, Billy was staring at his bed. Shit, he knew right. God he could probably smell it, Steve could smell it so Billy definitely smells it. Then the blonde growled, groaned, fuck, wait, was that good or bad? Steve wasn’t sure if the blonde even made the noise. But Billy turned his head to look at Steve, he probably looked like a kid caught red handed. But Billy just smirked, tongue between teeth,

“A guys has needs right.” That’s what he decided to combat this situation with. That and then proceeded to take off his clothes.

Oh fuck. Steve was pretty sure he just gasped. Shit, look away, look away, Jesus, he couldn’t.

Billy was like a God, his skin was so tan, his shoulders were wide and built with muscle. His arms just as strong, fuck; even has those veins running up them. Steve loved that shit. You can see every muscle on his stomach move and bend and stretch as he tugged his layers off.

“Mhmm” the brunette bit his lip, fuck, yeah that noise definitely just happened. Okay he seriously needs to leave.

“So, since it is my bed pretty boy, I have the right ta know, what got ya off?” Steve was a deer in headlights for a moment. How did he just ask they so nonchalantly. Like he was asking about the fuckin’ weather!

“Uh…” the brunette rubbed his head a bit, Billy glanced over to him with an arched brow.

“Well? Come on ya gotta give me somethin’ Stevie. Was it a porn? Was it—"

'Smell. It was the smell of the pillows.” Good God! Why did he just say that! Shit! You just blew it Steve, that was the creepiest thing you could have said. Why didn’t you just say yes to the porn!

“My pillows?” The blonde questioned, walking up to the top of his bed. He reached over and grabbed one, smelt it, smirked up at Steve,

“Smells like me."

Mayda! Mayday! We’re going down! Steve panicked,

"Didn’t know it was your bed.” He murmured under his shaky breath.

“Hey, Steve, it’s all good man. Didn’t know right?"

"Yeah”

“Did it feel good?"

"Yeah” shit! He responded without thinking! The blonde snickered and threw the pillow down onto the bed; grabbed a shirt from his closet. Thank god he didn’t have to change out of his jeans!

“How’s dinner sound? Maybe finish that bottle you started?"

"Fuck, yes please.” Steve sighed almost too relieved.

“Mmm. Might wanna keep that dirty talk to a minimum pretty boy, considering.” Billy teased, passing the brunette in the doorway.

“Sorry.” Steve mumbled as he followed the blonde out to the living room. Billy was already making fast with getting the fire going. On his hands and knees, the brunette stood a little behind him. Tilted his head and just stared,

“Hey!” Billy snapped, like he could feel Steve watching him, “why don’t you make yourself useful and pour me a drink."

"Yeah! yeah… sorry.” The brunette stepped to it, god he was so embarrassing! If he could only have put this much effort into school he’d probably be valedictorian.

“Fires goin’” the blonde stated, walking up behind Steve.

“Cool. Here” the brunette handed him his glass,

“Thanks.”

“Don’t look at his mouth, don’t look at his fuckin mouth Harrington!” Steve sang a mantra in his head while sipping his own glass. Literally looking everywhere but Billy.

“So, what sounds good fer dinner? It’s Christmas eve after all. Got some lobsters in the freezer "

"I knew it!” The brunette shouted, Billy leaned back a little, eyes curious; waiting for the punchline.

“Sorry. Just, last night I said I bet this place even has lobster cause the caviar."

"You ate my caviar too?”

“Fuck no! That stuff is gross!” Billy grinned amused,

“Yeah I know, that’s why it’s still in there. Was a gift from someone, forgot who."

"Some gift”,

“Tell me about it.” They laughed a bit, then they were kind of just standing there.

“So, uh, how did you really get into the hotel business?” Steve tried, the blonde smirked put his glass down on the counter and paced over to his fridge.

“It’s not much of a story really, not like what they write online."

"Don’t really read much anyways”,

“I uh, I ran away when I was younger. Originally from California, came here with a one way bus ticket. Only ticket I could afford, like it was fate or whatever; if ya believe in that kind of shit.” The blonde’s voice turned warmer as he continued his story. Now filling up a large pot with water,

“I somehow ended up here, on this mountain. It was just a little rickety ski shack back then, the old man that ran it took me in. Worked for him and eventually took over the place. Kind of built it from the ground up."

"Wow…that’s, you’re incredible."

"Heh. Yeah? Thanks Stevie. Hey grab those for me.” The blonde pointed his head over to the lobsters, Steve scrunched his nose, handed them over to Billy like a kid. Holding them out as far away from himself as possible.

The blonde shook his head as he grabbed them,

“They’re dead you know, won’t bite.” He teased.

“Still freaky seeing them with their eyes and everything… mind if I just wait in the living room?”

“Nope, make yourself at home. Gonna take a while to cook anyways."

"Okay.” Steve grabbed his glass, the bottle of wine and sauntered himself into the living room. The fire already warmed the whole place up, it smelt so nice, he wished he had a real fireplace back at home too. He sat down on the loveseat admiring the flames, barely noticed the blonde joining him.

“So what’s your story? I told ya mine, fair is fair.”

“Oh, mine ain’t much of a story actually. Just was blessed with some no show parents. They’re always bailing on me so decided to treat myself instead of mope this year."

"No girlfriend or—”

“Nope. Single like a pringle…you?"

"Nah, no family, no girl or boyfriend. Storm or not, I was gonna spend Christmas alone too."

"Well, glad I get to keep you some company then. We’re kind of in the same boat huh?"

"Sounds like it."

Billy smirked at the brunette, who was still caught on the 'no boyfriend’ thing.

Blatantly asking someone if they’re gay is rude right? Something he shouldn’t do. He smiled back to the blonde and decided to down his wine. Getting drunk didn’t really seem like a good idea but it definitely wasn’t the worst idea to Steve. He poured himself another glass and offered the bottle to Billy, who happily topped himself off. It was quiet for a while, said for the fire crackling and the wind outside picking up. It wasn’t really that late but it was already getting dark; probably from the storm. It was snowing like a shaker globe now.

"Should probably check the food.” The blonde stood up and made his way into the kitchen. Steve just watched, he honestly just felt so relaxed that he didn’t even feel like eating anymore. Between the warm fire and the wine, the smell that was radiating off of Billy; he was satiated without the food.

“Is it done?” The brunette called softly,

“Yeah, just about. I’ll get the plates, we can eat up here on the counter if you want."

"Whatever’s easier”

“Wanna grab my glass for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve leaned over to pick up the blonde’s glass he put down, fuzzy Steve should definitely not be carrying three glass items at once but he thankfully made it into the kitchen; all of ten steps away, in one piece.

“Smells good!"

"Let’s hope it tastes good too.” Billy chortled, Steve took a seat on the bar stool as the blonde set out plates on the counter.

“So how’s it?” Billy asked sitting beside the brunette now.

“It’s good, better than a restaurant."

"That good huh?"

Steve nodded as he sucked butter off his fingers, it was the blonde that was staring now. The brunette didn’t notice as Billy licked his lips; quickly darting his head down to look at his plate. Lobster definitely wasn’t the sexiest food to eat, but somehow Steve was actually doing a pretty good job at it. Mostly due to the fact that he apparently didn’t believe in utensils. Just cracked the shell and slurped the meat from it.

Billy readjusted himself a few times on the stool, trying to ignore said noises and eat his damn food.

"Sounds like you’re havin’ a good time pretty boy.” The blonde attempted but after that last noise Steve just made, Billy couldn’t help himself.

The brunette swallowed and sighed out a nervous laugh,

“Sorry."

"No need ta apologize, glad you, really enjoyed it” he grinned. “Alright. I’m gonna go take a shower. You mind doin’ the dishes?"

"No problem” Steve smiled, stood up and collected their plates. Billy headed back into his bedroom, closed the door behind him.

“F-u-ck” the blonde groaned under his breath, pawing at the front of his jeans; he’s been fending off an erection for the past ten minutes. “Fuckin’ hell Max, what’s wrong with you?” Billy murmured as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“Thanks shithead. Merry Christmas” He texted her and threw his phone to the bed. Bit his lip for a second before rounding to the side Steve had—

“Mm goddamn.” He growled as he smelt the brunette dried spunk. Okay, in the blonde’s defense, it was his bed. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. Also he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good fuck; runnin’ a luxury lodge was his first priority. Steve was his type too. Max knew from the minute he walked into the place, she knows Billy too well. They really are like siblings, she was the original owner’s granddaughter; so they’ve known each other now for six years. But this is the first time she’s tried a stunt like this. First time that Billy isn’t going to give her hell for.

The blonde huffed out a tattered sigh, honestly tempted to lick the sheet; but he wasn’t that desperate. He’ll wait for the real thing. It was pretty obvious the brunette was into him, not unless Billy was just as narcissistic as people tell him he is. But, he was pretty sure Steve has been dropping hints since yesterday. Either way the blonde grabbed a change of clothes, opened his bedroom door again and made his way into the bathroom. Steve looked like he was just about finished at the sink. But Billy didn’t wait to linger. His jeans were too tight now, he started the shower up. striped off his shirt, shimmied out of his jeans, stroked himself a bit before getting in.

He groaned low under the water, panting as he worked himself. Thought about Stevie’s pretty mouth, how he sucked his fingers, how he’d look sucking on him. “huhh” he sneered, bit his lip trying to muffle himself, “mmm” he moaned. Stood under the hot water for a little while after before getting out. Somehow he felt even hungrier after the shower, hungry for the real thing now. Billy found the brunette sprawled out on the couch when he exited the bathroom.

“Comfy?"

"Mhmm.” Steve contentedly hummed,

“Room for two?"

"Mmhm” The brunette shifted a bit making room and Billy rejoined him.

“You smell good” Steve tittered,

“How much wine have you had?”

“Finished the bottle when you were in the shower and then I found your whiskey” he smiled.

"Did ya now, don’t believe in sharing?"

"Want some?” The brunette countered,

“Thought you finished it?"

"Got some left on my tongue."

…That made Billy groan, deep in his throat,

"Don’t think that’s a good idea pretty boy."

Steve sat up a bit, closer to the blonde,

"Why’s that?"

"Don’t think I could stop with just your tongue."

"Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

“You serious 'bout this?” Billy asked firmly but his voice was heavy with want, when did their faces get so close? The blonde could smell the liquor that beggin’ mouth was dripping with.

“Deadly.” Steve smirked mimicking the blonde.

“God. You’re a real brat ain’t ya?"

"Spoiled brat.” Steve corrected.

Billy snarled diving into a kiss, mouth hot against the brunette’s. Tongue laved whatever remnants of alcohol were left in the other’s mouth. Steve sucked on the blonde’s lip as he caught his breath quickly, crashing back in; pushing Steve down onto his back. Drunk on lust, Billy tongue fucked the brunette till he was a moaning mess.

Steve’s hands tightly gripping to the blonde’s shoulders. Panting and writhing under Billy, rutting into the knee that was shoved between his legs. Billy’s growls and his warm hand under his chin sent shivers through Steve. But when the blonde pulled back to look at the mess that was Steve Harrington; when the blonde shoved his thumb into Steve’s mouth, when he tossed his head back and groaned as Steve suck it, that’s when the brunette whimpered.

“Fuckin’ hell Stevie, where you been all my life.” The blonde crooned in the brunette’s ear, earning another whimper from Steve.

“Billy,” he dug his fingers deeper, tugging at the blonde’s shirt.

“We got all night baby.” Billy lulled him, kissing his way down the brunette’s jaw; down his neck lapping at his collarbone.

“Want you now, wanna feel you.” The brunette whined,

Billy moaned “such a brat. I’m gonna take care of you, promise."

Steve melted under those words, under the blonde’s hot breath, under his lips, fingers like feathers touching his skin. Billy worked him slow, they weren’t goin’ nowhere in this weather; no one was coming here. To the blonde they were basically the only people left in the world. He was going to savor it, every whimper, every moan, every cry.

”Billy" Steve gasped, tugging at the blonde’s hair as he kissed and licked his way down the brunette’s body,

“Right here, ain’t goin anywhere."

If Billy’s mouth wasn’t exactly what Steve wanted than his words definitely were. It’s like he knows, knows that those words are what he needs to hear. That he’s terrified of how much he’s in love with this moment, terrified that it’s going to end and he’ll be alone again.

But Billy’s fingers clung onto Steve, like he was afraid of Steve leaving too. And he nuzzled into the brunette’s thighs like a thank you. And when his kiss swollen lips mouthed at Steve’s clothed dick the brunette actually thanked him. Breath shaky and barely there. But Billy just smirked up to those doey eyes. Ripped the brunette pants down to his knees, pulled them off completely. Settled back down, grazing Steve’s thighs with his stubble. The brunette shuttered, writhed with the sensation, practically sobbed when the blonde finally took him into his mouth.

Steve squeezed Billy’s hand, the hand that had fingers clinging hard to the brunette’s side. The blonde sucked, and licked, and bobbed his head until Steve was close to tears. Begging for more, to let him come, to let him feel Billy too. Billy moaned, eyes closed in complete bliss hearing how bad Steve wanted him. He swallowed the brunette’s spunk when he finally let him cum. Steve all to eagerly dragged him up for another jolting kiss, he groaned into Billy’s mouth as he lapped at the blonde’s tongue. Tasting himself, Billy growled, rutting his throbbing cock down onto the brunette.

"Fuck Stevie. So fuckin’ good baby. Can’t wait to see you riding this cock. Gonna look so good pretty boy."

"Billy! Fuck wanna ride you so bad."

"Get on the floor, right in front of the fire. Gotta go grab lube to grease you up."

So Steve did, he stretched himself over the fluffy white rug that sat in front of the fireplace. Billy came back as quickly as he left and dropped to his knees.

"God, you look like a fuckin’ king like that babe.” He crooned taking his shirt off, Steve reached his arms out and Billy met them with a bare chest. The brunette sat up, his mouth kissing and biting the suntanned skin. Billy made the best sounds as Steve bruised love bites all over him.

“Lay down, gotta open you up.” Billy pressed a slicked thumb against the brunette’s pink hole, rimmed around it, slicking it up real good. Steve left whimpering, sobbing Billy’s name on shaking breaths.

“Gotta relax pretty boy.” Billy leaned up to kiss him, licked over his lips as he pressed a finger into him.

“Mmm” Steve moaned against the blonde lips. “More."

And Billy obliged, slicking a second finger in as he slowly fucked the brunette, scissoring him open. "How you doin’ Stevie?"

"Fuckin’ perfect” Steve panted.

Billy grinned, tongue to teeth, “think you can handle another?"

"Do it.” Steve pushed his hips down giving the blonde a better angle as Billy pressed a third finger in. The brunette gasped, mouth agape,

“Fuck."

"Okay?”

“Yeah, just don’t move.”

“All you pretty boy”, Billy rubbed his other hand over the brunette’s thigh, Steve took a steep breath before he started to slowly move on Billy’s fingers.

“God, feels so good Billy” Steve huffed,

“You’re sucking me right in babe.” The blonde licked his lips with hunger.

Steve choked as Billy started to move again, faster, rougher.

“Ah fuck Billy! Oh fuck, fuck!"

"Gonna make you cum with just my fingers baby so when I get my dick in ya your gonna be putty. Gonna be such a beautiful mess for me."

"Fuck Billy, right there, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop!” And Billy kept pace until Steve was shooting out white ropes all over his pretty stomach. And the blonde moaned, slipped his fingers out of the brunette’s stretched bright red hole and licked his spunk off his belly. Finally getting a taste, fuckin’ hell, he was like water in a desert.

Steve’s eyes were threatening tears “Billy"

"Right here Stevie.” The blonde leaned up to look at the doey eyed brunette, he had the cutest fuckin’ smile. Completely blissed out. Billy was so hard in his jeans, needed it; been needing a guy like Steve for a long time.

Steve’s head jerked back, eyes closed tight, hands clinging to the carpet under him as Billy rammed his slicked up cock into him. The blonde panted heavy breaths as Steve was left whimpering. Bill, too impatient to go slow, he was completely taken over by sheer need.

“Oh fuck baby, feels so good inside you. Still so tight"

"God. Billy, harder, wanna feel you everywhere."

"Fuck” Billy growled gripping harder onto the brunette’s hips, thrusting deep, so deep into him. Skin against skin, clingy hands searching for something to grab onto, cries and growls and moans,tongue to lips; all of it was way better than any Christmas music they could have been playing.

“Swear you were made for this cock pretty boy, fits so perfectly.” The blonde moaned “gonna fill you up so good baby."

”Please. Feels so good Billy.“ Steve cried through hitched breaths,

"Jesus, you’re so fuckin sweet.” Billy arched down bringing Steve into a kiss, a soft, almost painful kiss. The kind that makes your toes curl and your heart burst. Then he was pulling him up, like the brunette was nothing more than a pillow. In one swift move the blonde sat back on his knees with Steve sitting on him. The brunette with arms around Billy neck for stability and Billy strong arms like steel straps caging him in.

“God! Fuck, I can feel you in my fuckin’ throat like this.” Steve panted as he started to grind his ass down deeper into the blonde; eliciting a feral growl from Billy. Sharp canines buried into Steve’s pale neck, bruising him up like putting a collar on him. He belonged to Billy now, even if it was just for the night.

“Come on baby, ride it like ya wanna break me” he groaned, hands fastened tight pushing and pulling Steve until the brunette caught the rhythm. “That’s it Stevie, fuck yourself on this cock. God, you feel so good, oh fuck! Hmm, yeah just like that. ah fuck baby.” Billy crooned and groaned urging the brunette on. Steve gripped to the blonde’s shoulders for leverage, pumping himself up and down; his leaking dick slapping against him with the violent motion.

“Billy! Fuck, fuck, oh God!” Steve whined as he fucked himself on the blonde, “Kiss me.” He demanded. And Billy did, wouldn’t dream of denying such a pretty mouth. He kissed him hard, the blonde snaked his had to the brunette nape keeping him there. Their mouths linked together, sharing one breath, Billy ate up every moan that escaped Steve. And the brunette came like that, flushed against the blonde, panting with his fingers tightly coiled in the short blonde curls. Billy didn’t last much longer after that with Steve slowly, deeply grinding on him, riding out his organism. The blonde stuttering his hips, filling the brunette with his heat. Hitched breaths were panted as their lips crashed together again, fighting for dominance.

“That was amazing” Steve laughed out something breathy, still reeling.

“Yeah, you really are Stevie.” Billy looked up at the brunette with a wide grin in appreciation. Steve matched his grin with a fervent smile; pushed the blonde down to the carpet, they wrestled childishly for a moment. Kisses were stolen quickly until the both laid quiet, Steve curled right beside Billy, his leg over the blonde’s and his hand drawing circles in his chest. And they cuddled, warm with the fire, silently enjoying each other.

“I do.” Steve whispered head nuzzling under the blondes chin.

“Do what?” Billy matched his tone.

“Earlier, when you were talking about fate, you said ‘if you believe in that sort of thing’. And I do believe in it.” He smiled, turning his head up to look at the blonde.

“You sayin’ this was fate, us meeting baby?"

That dopey smirk crawled back onto Steve’s face,

"Maybe. Is that stupid?"

"Jesus, Stevie, you really are sweet, gonna give me a cavity."

"Shut up.” The brunette giggled out shoving the blonde teasingly. “I’m serious though Billy."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"How serious?"

"Deadly”,

“Good, cause I’m pretty sure its gonna be just you and meet for the next few days up here. How’s that sound?"

"Like a dream. Like the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten."

Billy chuckled "pretty sure you are the best present I’ve ever gotten pretty boy."

Steve wiggled his way up to kiss the blonde, nosed his face against Billy’s scruff.

"Hey."

"Hi.” The blonde chortled,

“Can I love you?"

And Billy propped himself to his elbows, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on the brunette,

"You askin’ for permission or askin’ a question?"

"Permission. I mean just, just until they dig us outta here; till I have to leave. Can we pretend we’re in love."

"Don’t know if that’s a good idea."

"Why?”

“Don’t know if I can stop at just pretending.”

“Kiss me.” And the blonde did, couldn’t deny such a pretty mouth, pretty eyes; pretty face.

“I love you, Billy” he hushed,

“…love you too Stevie."

#I'M SO FUCKIN SOFT #just really wanted to do a fluffy one shot ski trip thing #but honestly I love this AU and might make a part two later #Lumberjack Billy for the win btw #merry christmas #Harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove au #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mywritings #harringrove fanfic #Harringrove fic

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