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keyotos · 7 months ago

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aventurine has a bit of a staring problem while shopping

tags ⎯ unestablished relationship. like we are in the baby stages of their relationship. minor jealousy. lots of banter. lowk dialogue heavy.

word count ⎯ 3.3k

tana's thoughts ⎯ aventurine has taken over my brain so here's a snippet of the series i'm writing

over the years, it's become easier for you to notice when someone stares at you. before, it was an uncomfortable feeling. you felt eyes peering over your shoulder as if you were a pest–it made your skin churn and shoulders twitch up self-consciously. now though, gazes move past you like air. you don't care as much about the opinions of other people–it's not like you'll be seeing them for long anyway.

except, today is different.

you can feel aventurine's colorful eyes trail your every move. from the moment you chose the necklace, to the moment you took it up to the cashier. he wasn't being as inconspicuous as he assumed to be: that died after the fifth glance that he shot your way while you were inspecting said necklace.

even through his glasses, aventurine's stare was burning and heavy. you never thought that such light-colored eyes could install such a hefty weight on your back, but aventurine proves you wrong.

while the cashier rings up your necklace, you look back at aventurine. coincidentally, he was already eyeing you before you even turned around. so when you catch him, he thinks that the other pieces of jewelry in the store are far more interesting than your face could ever be.

you scrunch your eyebrows and shake it off. by now, you're quite used to his unusual antics, so you brush him off. the cashier engages in light conversation with you, and then you feel it again. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and everything feels like it's weighted down.

you bid the cashier goodbye, and aventurine follows you outside. his hands are in his pockets while he whistles, almost like he wants you to start talking. you shoot him a confused look back, your eyebrow raised and nose crinkled.

when he only whistles louder, you decide to poke the bear.

"okay, what is it?" you stop and turn to face him.

"what? you don't like my whistling?" aventurine responds with an innocent tone; he even shrugs his shoulders like he has no idea what's going on.

you huff, "not just the whistling. what's up with your staring?" you raise a hand up to his eyes, "we're supposed to be acting normal. i don't think gawking at the person you're shopping with is exactly normal."

aventurine's jolts back, like he was accused of murder instead of ogling. "i wasn't gawking."

you nod, "yeah, you were staring."

"those mean the same thing."

"i think you've been hanging out with the doctor too much," you roll your eyes and continue walking. aventurine quickly marches up to you, matching your pace sooner than you thought.

"are you trying to compare me to him? we're completely different people, you know that, right? i don't act like him at all," aventurine rambles on. his head is turned to you so that his mouth is directly next to your ear, meaning you hear all of his words. you can't tune him out like usual.

"first of all," it's your turn to look at him, "i just said you hang out with him a lot. and you do, don't you?" aventurine's lips fall into a flat as you say that.

"and second of all, stop changing the subject. why were you staring at me back there?"

the man next to you huffs, and it sounds nearly childlike, "i'm not changing the subject. i'm just trying to tell you that i'm nothing like the doctor," he says with disdain.

"you are changing the subject, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about dr. ratio as much as you are now," you glance around at the various stores surround the two of you, and for a second, you swear that you see aventurine's eyes linger on you once more.

"you did it again!" you fully stop, pointing a finger at his eyes.

aventurine has to catch himself before he falls over at your sudden stop. "what? what are you talking about?"

"you keep glancing over at me! do i have something in my face? my teeth?" a large smile blossoms across your face as you beam at aventurine. for a moment, his annoyed facade falters, and his face relaxes.

"no, and if you did, i'd tell you," he swats a hand in your face, "i don't know what you're talking about."

you roll your eyes. it's obvious that he's hiding something, because usually his lies are more believable. but when you're catching him in the act, denial is not a good way to refute false claims.

"yeah, whatever," you look around the plaza the two of you are currently in when another store catches your eye. your face instantly brightens, and you wander towards the doors.

it's another clothing store, similar to all the other ones on the planet. except, something specific drew you here, and it was the display of hats they had near the window. you walk up to it, spinning the shelf around a few times to grasp onto all the options. your eyes are wide and your mouth is slightly parted as you examine each hat with awe.

unbeknownst to you, aventurine catches up to you and finds you fumbling around with each hat on the rack.

he sneaks up behind you, mumbling, "now, that's what you call gawking."

you jump up in surprise, hitting your head on something more soft than the hard shelf. aventurine quickly redacts his hand from the top of your head.

"i'm just doing what any normal shopper would do," you rub the top of your head before going back to the hats. aventurine's long sigh rings in your ear as you browse.

"yeah, okay," he looks at the selection of hats beside you, "i doubt anything you do is normal, but–" aventurine doesn't get to finish his sentence. he hears your boisterous gasp, and his eyes are on you once more.

"do you see this!!" you lift a fedora up to his eyes, "we could match," you whisper it like a secret, as if matching would be your thing. like matching would only be a tangible thought between the two of you, and no one else.

"yeah, no," aventurine lifts the hat down and places it back on the shelf, "sorry sweetheart, but the hat is my thing."

you grimace at the pet name, "mkay. so, you're gatekeeping fedoras now?"

aventurine sputters, "what? what is gatekeeping?"

you heavily sigh, and aventurine is pretty sure you're putting on an act right now. "are you serious? how do you not know what gatekeeping is?" you shake your head as you grab the hat from the shelf, "anyway, i think i know the real reason you don't want to match."

"because it's childish? and totally not my style?"

you turn around and flick your partner on the shoulder, "no. and you really have been hanging around the doctor too much." you shudder and place the hat on your head, "i think it's because you know i would show you up in it."

aventurine muffles a chortle when he sees you put on the fedora, "keep in mind that we're in the land of dreams."

your lips curl up in the way that they always do when you're annoyed. you are not very amused by his bits today. "you suck," you take the fedora off and continue browsing for different options.

you hear aventurine's footsteps gradually get softer and softer as you keep browsing. that's fine, you think, this is his shopping trip too–he's allowed to find things for himself.

one hat after another: that's your current predicament at the moment. you're glad aventurine is off doing his own shopping, but you also wish that you glued him to the ground so he could give you a second opinion. unfortunately, he is nowhere to be seen, and you are having trouble deciding between two caps.

"do you need any help finding anything?" a voice perks up from behind you, making your shoulders jolt up. it's not the voice you want to hear, instead it belongs to a lovely retail worker.

"ah, no thank you," you smile politely and turn back to the two hats in your hand.

"okay, let me know if you need anything!" sometimes, you wonder how retail employees are able to maintain such a chipper tone of voice for hours on end. do they really want to help you or are they just saying that because they have to?

and that's when the thought hits you: either way, they're still offering themselves up. your eyes widen and you rush towards the employee.

"actually, wait!" he turns around when you touch his shoulder, "i do need help. and this is gonna sound super random–and possibly weird–but what do you think of these two hats?"

you put one hat on–a red one that seems to flop on your head, "this one is nice, right?" the employee in front of you just nods. he's a bit tense and stiff; it seems like he's trying not to offend you.

"yeah, i think it's nice too. only thing is that it's kinda flopping on my head, and caps aren't really supposed to flop," you take it off and hold it in your hand.

you're surprised the employee hasn't made his break yet, because he's still standing in front of you when you grab the other cap.

"and this one," you hold your free hand up to the new, black hat, "is the one that belongs to my favorite team. well, i guess the other one also belonged to another one of my–"

"what are you doing?" you can recognize that voice anywhere. that voice that carries a slightly whiny tone. that voice that always seems to have some judgement sprinkled throughout it.

you and the worker both seem surprised. well, the employee seems to be more intimidated than surprised, but either way, his entire face had gone pale.

"um, trying on hats?" you take off the cap and hold it up.

"i can see that," he looks over towards the employee in front of you, "but is it seriously a two-person job?"

you scrunch your eyebrows together, "i needed a second opinion."

"you could've asked me," aventurine whispered, though it sounded more like a hiss.

"i think someone else needs help," the employee takes a few steps back from the both of you, "i hope you find everything!" there it is. he tries his best to sound cheerful, but his voice quivered as he moved away from the two of you.

"he was such a nice guy," you said as you waved goodbye. aventurine did not look as pleased as you did.

"we're supposed to be laying low. you know that, right?" the blond emphasizes.

you shake him off, "yeah, and tell me how a regular retail worker is gonna rat us out? what about us possibly screams 'sleuth'?"

"we're buying hats." aventurine isn't very proud of his answer, and he can tell that you thought it was weak as well.

"so everyone that buys hats are suspicious?" you retort, putting on the cap you previously took off. "do i look like a murderer to you?"

aventurine sighs. his fingers go to his temples and you're sure that you've brought him to his last nerve.

"this hat is better than the other one," he puts the red one back onto the shelf. "the other one practically fell on your face. i doubt you could even see with that one."

you look at the red hat and then look back at aventurine, furrowing your eyebrows together. "that was a specific answer. i never even showed you what the red hat looked like."

aventurine cleared his throat, and the ceiling must look extra nice, "i overheard the other guy talking. you're loud, y'know that?"

your face immediately breaks out in a huge grin, so wide and bright that aventurine looks back at you for a mere second, before turning back to the ceiling.

"you were doing it again!! the staring! goodness, i thought you were good at lying," you laugh, slapping him on the shoulder to garner his attention, "admit it. i've caught you."

"i'm being serious. you're a little loud," aventurine crosses his arms, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"la-la-la-la. can't hear you. guess i'm speaking too loudly to notice," you put the black cap on again–the brim sticking the opposite direction–and look in the mirror. "hey, since you're here, can you give me another opinion."

aventurine nods for you to continue, and you smile, "perfect. does this make me look like a cool galactic baseball player?"

this is what takes him aback, "huh? why would you want to look like that?"

"well, i'm going to a game soon, and i didn't want to look like a fake fan," you shrug and look in the mirror again. "but now that i'm really looking at myself, i think i’d be an amazing galactic baseballer. what do you think?”

you pretend to hold a baseball bat in your hands, getting into a hitter stance. you make sound effects as you swing your pretend-bat into aventurine's chest, aiming for the open hole in the middle.

aventurine reaches over your head, "well first of all, i'm pretty sure baseball players wear their caps the right way." he grabs your hat and places it on the right way, but not without making sure the brim covered your eyes.

"are you serious right now?!" you yelp, quickly pulling up the hat so you can regain your vision.

and there aventurine is, staring at you again.

you briefly gulp before broadcasting, "you're staring!" you march closer to him. "i caught you!" you're only inches apart now. "and it was obvious!" your finger is pointed at his eyes, but unlike earlier, your finger is much closer.

if you had gotten only an inch closer, you would be able to feel aventurine's heartbeat, despite not even being chest-to-chest.

"okay, okay," aventurine is the first one to step back, and you feel something sinking, "but that was only once."

"yeah, whatever. 'once.' not like i haven't caught you a million other times," you shook your head and regained your baseball posture, "you can't hide from these sharp eyes. told you i'd be a great galactic baseballer."

the blond chuckles, and your eyebrows raise up at the sound, "keep dreaming."

"well, a really weird guy did tell me earlier that we are in the land of dreams. so, if i dreamt that i could be a galactic baseballer, it'd actually happen."

aventurine tilts your hat down once more, dismissing your cries while he does it.

"remember what i said about acting normal?"

"this is actually pretty normal for me," you take the hat off.

"can't argue with that," aventurine looks towards the cashier and then back at you. you raise an eyebrow, as if to raise the question, "is there something wrong with my hair?"

if there is, aventurine doesn't do something about it. surprising, since he's practically been doing something this whole trip. "are you ready to go up?" he asks you.

"you're not gonna get anything?" you look around the store, "we can look at stuff for you. there's tons of things here."

aventurine shakes his head and gives you a wink, "i've got everything i need." you suck in a sharp breath, and you try to focus on anything else other than how fast your heart begins to beat. when aventurine turns his back away from you, then you gulp.

when the two of you get to the cash register, you stand next to aventurine, preparing to pay. you're well aware of how costly things on penacony are–after all, this whole planet is like a tourist attraction. that's why you're paying with card instead of the usual credits.

"did you find everything?" the cashier asks you. you smile at the woman and nod, making idle chatter with her while aventurine idly stands next to you.

the woman turns over to aventurine, "i'm guessing you also want to pay for your item too?"

it's aventurine's turn to plaster a smile on his face. from what you've gathered from being with him so often, his smiles are often sly. some would compare it to the cheshire cat, but you thought he rather resembled an evil cartoon villain.

"yes ma'am," his saccharine voice masked his villain grin, "do you still have it?"

"that i do," she responds, grabbing something from underneath the counter. your eyes fly from the woman to aventurine. you simply couldn't believe what you were looking at.

"you're buying the freaking feodora?" your posture straightens and you beam up at him, "i knew you wanted to match!"

"slow your roll," aventurine puts a hand up to you, "who said i was buying this for you?"

your smile drops and you shove his shoulder, "are you serious? i thought you didn't like that hat."

"i didn't not like the hat. i just didn't like the thought of us matching," he tilts his head to smirk at you.

the cashier's eye's bounce between you two, not knowing whose side to take. eventually, she settles for ringing your cap and aventurine's feodora up, not even wanting to say a word.

"alright, who's paying?" she looks up at the both of you.

"i am," you and aventurine say in unison. your face contorts while aventurine displays a confused expression.

"um," you whisper, stepping closer to the blond next to you, "i'm paying."

"um," aventurine mocks you, "you're broke."

"not broke!" you kick his shin, and aventurine grips onto the counter in order to keep his balance, "just budgeting."

"yeah, and you know who don't have to budget? people that aren't broke."

"so he's paying?" the cashier interrupts. you step away from aventurine out of shame. he can have this.

when aventurine sees you put away your wallet, he proudly hands his card up to the woman in front of you. when she looks down to scan his card, he shoots you a sly look and a wink. your mouth rests in a flat line and your eyes show no signs of hilarity.

the moment the two of you step out of the store, you immediately go for aventurine's bag. before he could even catch you, the hat is already in your hands.

"we can switch!" you try to reason with him, "you would be a great baseball player. just, y'know, not as great as me."

"and..." you sing, "we wouldn't match. wouldn't that suit both of our goals?"

aventurine looks over at you, and his gaze is softer. this time, you don't get onto him for gawking. how could you, when he's looking at you like that? you don't think you've ever seen him like that... ever.

you squint your eyes, trying to decipher his real expression. but there's nothing for you to investigate.

"what?" you ask.

"you can keep it."

immediately you take a step back, nearly bumping into a bystander walking behind you. you shout a quick apology before returning back to aventurine, "didn't you buy this for yourself though? what's the point of me keeping it?"

"i just realized that it didn't go with any of the outfits i have," he sighed, looking into the distance, "what a waste of money. so, it's yours."

"what kind of bullshit is that?" you scold the blond, "you always have to think about whether or not you'd actually wear the item before you buy it. that's like... number one rule of shopping."

"i don't shop that much," aventurine shrugs, glancing at you one last time before focusing on the street ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek and tries his hardest not to look to the side. you'd give him hell for it.

but you're not focused on that. everything's slow, and it feels like the street is empty.

"well, then we're gonna have to go more often."

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #hsr aventurine #IM BACKKKKKKKKKKK #he has risen and so have i #im not religious i just wanted to make an easter joke #also obv the series is a work in progress soooo don't take what i'm writing too srsly... it will need revisions #the way this was supposed to be a snippet (max 1.5k words) and it ended up being 3k.#there's more to the chapter btw.

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queenshelby · 4 years ago

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THE SECRET - part one of three

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

Summary: You are a new cast member, playing Tommy Shelby’s love interest. During filming, you fall for your co-star Cillian Murphy.

Words: 6,556

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Notes: For the purpose of this fic, Cillian is single.

Tag List: @lilymurphy03 @deefigs

@chrisevanshoeeee @desperate-and-broken

@weepingstudentfishhorse @fookingshelby @livinginfantaxy

@atomicsoulcollecto @datewithgianni @mariapaiva13

The Scene

You were nervous. This was your first role in a popular TV show.

You had been on small production TV shows in your home country of France. But this was different. The show had international success and you couldn’t believe that the producers of the show had chosen you for the role of 27-year-old Yvette L’mare for the series’ final Season.

You spoke fluent French and English and had experience in scenes with extensive dialogue due to your theatrical experience since you were 12.

But, you were by no means as experienced as some of the other candidates they had casted. After all, you were only 19.

You read the scripts over and over again after your successful audition and made yourself small rehearsal cards for each scene. The dialogue heavy scenes didn’t concern you. But, there were some scenes which were out of your comfort zone.

Your script included two intimate scenes with the actor who played the main character of the show, Thomas Shelby.

The first scene was simple enough, not much more than a kiss. The second scene, however, was to be filmed under closed set. Neither of you were going to be clothed in more than underpants, which meant that only the director, one assistant and the camara man would be present.

Before the audition, you watched the last two seasons of Peaky Blinders and you re-watched them just a week ago as part of your preparation and to give you an idea what the director will look for when filming these kinds of scenes.

Before that, you hadn’t paid much attention to the show.

From watching some of the series, it was obvious to you that your co-star was experienced. He portrayed Thomas Shelby impressively well which was something that made you even more nervous.

Will you live up to the standards of the director? Or will you fail miserably with these challenging scenes?

It didn’t matter. It was all too late now. You signed the Contract and were on your way to England.

You arrived a day before filming started in order to settle into your apartment.

The apartment was located within a hotel residence that was booked out for the cast for the entire period of production.

You shared a small two-bedroom apartment with another new cast member named Emma. Emma was from France as well and, ironically, portrayed your sister in the show. Emma was 24, slightly older than you and quite attractive. You immediately got along. She was focused, didn’t care much about partying and was down to earth.

For the first evening, after everyone arrived, the producers organised a dinner to introduce the new cast and crew members to everyone. This was when you first got to meet your co-star, Cillian.

Since you had several scenes together, the director of the show took the time to personally introduce you to Cillian.

Cillian greeted you with a big smile and you knew immediately why so many women were smitten by him. You recalled that, when you told friends and family about your audition, they wouldn’t stop talking about Thomas Shelby and how insanely attractive he was.

They were not wrong. But, what impressed you the most about Cillian was that he was so easy going and funny.

You talked to him for a while, about the most random topics, ignoring everyone else for at least 20 minutes until it was time for you to meet the other cast members.

‘Looks like you two have a lot to talk about?’ Anthony said jokingly.

‘Talking about wine’ you smiled, rather shyly.

‘Yeah, I got carried away talking about the wine production in the province. Did you know that Y/N’s parents own Bessiux Wines?’ Cillian asked, catching Anthony by surprise. ‘His sister got married at your parents’ estate last August’ Cillian added, causing Anthony to nod.

You talked about your parents’ winery for a little longer before Anthony asked you to meet the other cast members.

‘I am looking forward to working with you Cillian’ you said as you walked away and he responded with a smile and comforting ‘Likewise’.

After your encounter with Cillian you were introduced to Finn Cole and Natasha O’Keefe. You heard about Finn from your new roommate but only just then realised that he portrays Michael Grey.

You talked to both Finn and Natasha for a while and, whilst you enjoyed their company, you wished that you had some more time to talk to Cillian. Unfortunately for you, he left rather early that evening.

The next day, you picked up your schedule for the week and noticed that the scenes you prepared for were to be shot completely out of order.

In fact, your most intimate scene was scheduled for 10am on Day 2 of Production. You couldn’t believe it. You were by no means prepared for that.

Your first day on set went well and the director of the show complimented your work on several occasions. But, when filming was finished for the day, your nervousness sat in.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Emma asked as you were picking on your salad and looked at tomorrow’s scripts.

‘Yeah, just a bit nervous’ you sighed.

Emma looked over your shoulder to read your script.

‘Wow, they are throwing you right into the deep end’ she giggled.

‘Yes, they are’ you said with a shy smile before listening to some advice from Emma, who had more experience than you acting on screen.

That night, after reading your scripts at least ten more times and letting it play out in your head, you could not sleep and your lack of sleep was evident on set the next day.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ Cillian asked concerned, noticing your yawning and your hands shivering slightly.

‘Yes, I am fine. I am just trying to think how to act the next scene. From reading this, it isn’t very clear to me what exactly I need to do’ you said concerned.

‘These scenes are scripted in a way to allow for improvisation. From experience, actors often fail to act these kinds of scenes directly to script, that’s why’ Cillian laughed.

‘Right, so the script is lacking the details on purpose?’ you asked.

‘Correct’ Cillian said. ‘John and Anthony will tell us what to do and in which direction to face so that you are covered. You don’t need to worry’ Cillian said reassuringly, causing you to giggle.

‘I am not worried about anyone seeing my breasts or something. I just don’t know what do, where to put my hands, my face, any of that’ you explained with total embarrassment.

‘Well, I suppose you just pretend to do what you would normally do when you are getting down to business’ Cillian said with a chuckle, not knowing how else to explain it.

‘Well, my experience in this department is limited. So, I apologise in advance for any awkwardness’ you said, your cheeks flushing even through the dense make up.

‘Y/N, these scenes are awkward even for the most experienced actors. If it gets too uncomfortable, we can postpone it, alright’ Cillian said, keeping a relaxed approach.

‘Alright. Thanks Cillian’ you said just before it was time for you to get changed into your gown.

The next time you would see Cillian was on the closed set, pretending to make love to him on the large cedar bed.

Just as you were getting undressed in the change room and put on the skin-coloured panties and robe you were given by the set assistant, you topped up your perfume.

You were going to be so close to each other, at least you wanted to smell nice.

After you were done, the set assistant applied some more lipstick and fixed up your hair before you sat down on the large bed. You were nervous, your heart pounding.

Cillian was much more relaxed sitting next to you in black Clavin Klein briefs. There was no need for a robe, his intimate parts were well covered, unlike yours.

His freckled skin was highlighted by the light which had not yet been adjusted and you couldn’t help but look at him while you made an effort to keep your small breasts covered from him at this point.

The cameraman was angling the camera while the director discussed the scene with you and Cillian.

You knew that this was going to be a disaster. The issue wasn’t so much that you were naked in front of the camera and the director, but more the fac that, as part of the scene, another man who you felt somewhat attracted to was about to see you like this, completely vulnerable. He was about to touch your naked skin and kiss you, but not out of his own accord. It felt absurd to you, yet you knew this was part of the job.

Finally, after the director gave his instructions, you got yourself into position.

With some embarrassment you handed the set assistant your robe and lied down on the bed.

You were waiting for some kind of joke from Cillian to lighten up the mood, but Cillian was very professional.

He sat down right next to you and you could tell that he was trying very hard to look away from your breasts.

Before he climbed over you to get into position, he gave you a warning. Regardless of the warning, you stopped breathing for a minute as he positioned himself on top of you.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked as he could see the nervousness on your face.

‘Yes’ you nodded, taking in a deep breath. He was so close that you could smell his skin and the scent of his aftershave.

‘Sink down a bit on the left forearm Cillian, we want to keep the rating below R18’ the director said with a laugh because your breasts were fully visible on camera.

‘We do?’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to laugh just before Cillian adjusted his position as instructed. For a short moment, his chest brushed against your left breast.

‘I am sorry’ he said politely.

‘It’s alright Cilly’ you said.

‘I think we are good now guys, I will count to three and we start the first part of the scene’ the director said.

It felt like an eternity with Cillian on top of you by the time the director called action.

In this scene, Tommy and Yvette were having sex. It was to start with a kiss followed by the obvious act.

There was no practice for a scene like this and, as soon as you heard the word action, Cillian’s lips slowly met yours. You closed your eyes and caressed his face with your hands as you let him take the lead. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity until he pulled away from you.

His body was soon grinding against yours, but without your most intimate parts touching. He made sure of that. Regardless of this, you could feel his legs in between yours and his chest brushing against your breasts. The sensation sent shivers down your body and small little goosebumps began to cover your chest. How embarrassing you thought and, unfortunately for you, your embarrassment was evident on your face and the cut was called.

You attempted the scene again several times. You kissed over and over again and your hands moved from his face to his arms and chest, exploring his skin while his body was grinding against you.

But, this wasn’t enough for the director who picked up that the movement of your hands and the expressions on your face weren’t giving the viewers the impression that this was real. Your biggest problem was that you were attracted to Cillian and you realised this more than ever during this scene and tried very hard to hide it, making you look nervous and embarrassed.

After a few more takes, the director suggested a break.

‘I am so sorry Cillian’ you said as you sat next to him in your dressing gown.

‘Don’t be. You are doing fine. These scenes can be tricky and really shouldn’t be scheduled for the second day of filming’ he said with a warm smile before excusing himself.

He was gone for about ten minutes while you had some water and waited for further instructions from the team.

When he returned, he informed you that he agreed with the director that the scene be postponed.

‘Cillian, I can do this, really’ you said upset about the postponement.

‘I know you can, but like I said, it’s the second day of filming and it would probably be easier once we had a few more scenes together’ Cillian suggested.

‘Is that not going to be a problem with the set up?’ you asked.

‘No, the prop can stay here for another month and one of the perks of being a producer is that I get a say in this stuff’ Cillian smiled.

‘I feel like such a failure’ you said embarrassed.

‘You are not Y/N, you are doing great, really’ Cillian said, his hands touching your arms.

‘Common, time to get ready for more scenes’ he said with a warm smile and you followed him to get changed, separately of course.

Mr Matchmaker

Later that night, some of the cast members were heading to the pub for dinner and you sat down next to Natasha and Emma when you arrived.

You told Natasha and Emma about what happened on set. You were still upset about it.

‘Oh gosh, don’t worry Y/N. Cillian is very easy going and Anthony is very impressed with your scenes from the first day so you have nothing to worry about. I remember my first sex scene with Cillian and it took nine takes and a lot of laughter to get it right’ Natasha said.

‘How do you know when it’s right though? It’s extremely awkward’ you said.

‘If it looks like you are having sex then it’s right’ Natasha laughed. ‘I actually think about the man in my life and just switch off throughout the scene. So, if you have a boyfriend, think about him. That might help with the comfort level’ Natasha said.

‘I am happily single’ you said with a smile just as Cillian arrived at the table.

‘You are late’ Natasha said, noticing the frustration on his face.

‘Sorry’ Cillian said as he sat down next to you.

‘Still dramas with Nadine?’ Natasha asked, causing you to wonder who Nadine was.

‘Yes’ he responded just before he ordered himself a drink.

Throughout the conversation you learned that Nadine was Cillian’s ex-girlfriend with whom he broke up as little as six weeks ago. Him and Nadine were together for three years and shared a house in Dublin until recently.

Your group was soon joined by some more cast members, including Finn Cole and everyone seemed in a pretty good mood.

You talked to Finn for a while until you excused yourself to get another drink.

As you walked to the bar, you noticed Cillian following you and engaged in a conversation with him.

‘Just in case you haven’t noticed, Finn seems to like you’ Cillian said as he stood next to you at the bar.

‘Oh, what makes you say that?’ you asked.

‘I just know. My matchmaking abilities are impeccable’ he joked.

Whilst you felt flattered, you weren’t interested in Finn and little did Cillian know that he was the one you had your eye on.

‘Really?’ you asked.

‘Yes, really. You should probably consider him. He is a nice guy, down to earth, good looking, the right age’ Cillian said cheekily.

‘I have my eyes on someone else Cillian, but thank you for your efforts’ you said with slight embarrassment and a hint of humour.

‘Now I am intrigued. Who is it? Someone on set?’ Cillian asked.

‘None of your business Mr Matchmaker’ you laughed.

‘Well, if you ever require my services, you know where to find me’ Cillian said, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

‘Services as in setting you up with someone from the crew, discreetly of course’ Cillian laughed, realising that his comment may have been received by you in the wrong way.

‘Right, you got me excited there for a moment’ you said jokingly.

‘Did I?’ Cillian joked. ‘Now that makes me feel good at my age’ Cillian added.

You knew how old he was. You googled him, just before you came to the pub, because you were curious about him, his background, things he doesn’t talk about. But, to your surprise, the fact that he was nearing 45, didn’t bother you the slightest and it certainly didn’t dampen the attraction you felt towards him.

You also knew that, being 19 years old, you would have no chance with him. He wasn’t the type of actor who was chasing young models like many other celebrities his age.

You and Cillian talked and joked for another 20 minutes before he excused himself. He had a busy day filming ahead of him and needed to get some rest.

Over the next few days, Cillian and you had several scenes together and spent some of your breaks together. You enjoyed his company and he clearly also enjoyed yours.

On Day 9 of Production, you even went as far and asked Cillian whether he wanted to watch the Liverpool game with you and Emma.

He accepted your invitation and you were quite excited. Emma was confused as to why you invited him over but didn’t think much about it until there was a knock on the door and she opened it.

To both of your surprise, Cillian had invited Finn along. Was he really so oblivious to the fact that you were attracted to him that he had to bring a sidekick, you thought?

The evening went rather slow and with you sitting in between Finn and Emma, you felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The next day, on Day 10 of Production, you had another somewhat intimate scene with Cillian. It wasn’t more than a kiss and some touching. Regardless, you were nervous but not nervous enough to first ask him why he invited Finn.

‘He invited himself when I told him about it’ Cillian chuckled. ‘I told you, he likes you’ he added.

‘That’s just great because now Emma thinks that I have a thing for him’ you said laughing.

‘These Rumours. You got to love them. Sometimes I seriously feel like I am back at school working here’ Cillian laughed.

This conversation led to an interesting question from Cillian. After you had time to talk about your days at school, he brought up your upcoming birthday. You seemed to have referred to school as a recent event, so he couldn’t help but ask how old you were turning.

‘I am turning 20’ you responded, causing Cillian to look at you almost like he had seen a ghost.

‘You are 19?’ he asked.

‘You seem surprised. How old did you think I was?’ you asked.

‘Not sure, mid or late twenties maybe?’ Cillian said just as the set assistant called you both to the scene.

Your nervousness set back in as you took your position in Thomas Shelby’s office.

The scene started of with a dialogue between Thomas Shelby and Yvette which went smoothly, as expected. The next part of the scene involved Thomas lifting Yvette onto his desk and kiss her passionately while running his hands over the back of her body.

The first attempt resulted in Cillian and you both laughing as he lifted you up. It was awkward and it didn’t help that you were ticklish.

The next take went smoothly. Cillian lifted you on to the desk gently before his hands ran down your back while he kissed you. Your hands caressed his face as he did and the director had to call the cut on the kiss.

You enjoyed it, and to his surprise, so did Cillian. He felt uncomfortable about enjoying kissing you or even spending time with you outside of work. Not only were you a co-worker but you were also much younger than him.

A sense of guilt ran through his mind right after the scene now that he knew your age. Kissing you shouldn’t feel good, it was wrong.

The director was happy with the scene and you hopped back off the table before asking Cillian whether he wanted to have lunch with you.

Little did you know that your lunch date was going to be your last with him for while as Cillian was trying hard to keep his distance from you thereafter.

Birthday Surprise

But this all changed another week later, on your birthday, which was Day 17 of Production.

By that point, filming was getting to you and you were tired and, therefore, declined the offer from Natasha to organise a birthday party for you.

Instead, you and some of the crew and cast went for dinner at a nearby restaurant.

The food was amazing and you spent two hours at the restaurant after a rather long day of filming. By about 8.30pm half of the crew and cast had left and it was only you, Cillian, Emma, Sam and Finn who stayed.

Finn was going to meet some friends at a nearby pub at 9pm and invited you all to join him. Whilst Emma and Sam agreed, you and Cillian weren’t keen and made your way back to the apartment complex.

‘Would you like a glass of wine?’ you blurted out all of a sudden just as you were both getting into the elevator. This question took all of your courage after Cillian had been avoiding to spend time with you.

‘I think the hotel bar is closed already’ Cillian said.

‘Well, as it happens, I am holding a bottle of red wine in my hand’ you said cheekily holding up the birthday present from Natasha.

‘I am not sure Y/N, we have to be up early’ Cillian said.

‘Common, it’s my birthday’ you said convincingly, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘Alright, I suppose why not’ Cillian said as followed you down the hallway.

‘Your place. Emma is determined to pick up a date at the pub’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I don’t want to be there for that’ Cillian joked as you walked further down the hallway. Your apartments were on the same floor.

You walked into Cillian’s apartment and took off your jacket before sitting down on the small lounge.

Just after Cillian poured two glasses of red wine and sat down next to you, his phone rang.

The display showed ‘Incoming Call from Nadine’ and he turned his phone to silent.

‘You should let me pick it up, it might solve all your problems’ you joked.

‘It just might’ Cillian laughed as he pressed the ‘Ignore’ button and put the phone down.

Just after the short interruption, Cillian and you began to talk about your work, travelling and some other things until he brought up an uncomfortable topic.

‘Do you remember two weeks ago when I tried to talk you into going out with Finn?’ Cillian asked.

‘Yes, Mr Matchmaker, I remember. Why?’ you said.

‘You said that you had your eyes on someone else…who is it?’ Cillian asked with a laugh, causing you to take a deep breath.

‘Oh god, are you still going on with this?’ you said with a laugh. This was the fourth time Cillian had asked you this question since you mentioned it to him.

‘Common, I have been pondering about this for weeks now. Tell me’ Cillian said.

‘No’ you giggled.

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone’ Cillian said.

‘Stop it’ you responded.

‘Alright, I will take a guess’ Cillian said before taking a pause. ‘Harry?’ Cillian asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘Daryl?’ he asked, causing you to shake your head again.

‘I don’t know then. That’s literally everyone who is around your age’ Cillian laughed.

‘Who said he’s around my age?’ you asked, causing Cillian to raise his eyebrow.

‘Paul?’ he then asked, causing you to shake your head again. Was he really that oblivious?

‘Everyone else is married, I think’ Cillian said.

‘You are not’ you said shyly after taking in a deep breath.

‘Me?’ he asked after taking a deep breath while his blue eyes looked at you, full of questions.

Your heart was pounding, your hand shaking again. There was no turning back now.

‘Yes, you’ you said nervously, looking at him almost fearful about his response.

He drew another deep breath while, in his mind, he was thinking about what to say.

‘Y/N, I feel humbled and it’s not that you aren’t a beautiful and smart woman, but I am more than twice your age’ he said.

‘Ignore the age difference for a minute and tell me that you don’t feel the same, that you don’t want me’ you said.

‘It is irrelevant what I feel and what I want, it still doesn’t make it right’ he responded.

‘But, are you attracted to me? It’s a simple question’ you asked nervously and, after drawing another deep breath, Cillian responded.

‘I’ve been trying very hard not to be...unsuccessfully so’ he sighed, causing you to smile.

‘Alright’ you said with the biggest grin on your face.

‘Alright?’ Cillian asked surprised by your response. This didn’t mean that he was going to give into you just like this and ignore his concerns, or did it?

‘So, what do you propose we do now? This will make things very awkward on set’ he said concerned.

‘This’ you said as you leaned in and pressed your lips onto his. His lips were just as soft as the last time you kissed on set, but this time there was an intensity and urgency between you.

He gave into the kiss as if there had never been any doubt and, unlike previous kisses you shared in a professional capacity, this time, when his lips parted, you could feel his tongue slip in between your lips and it wasn’t long until your tongues moved in sync with each other.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity and you wanted so much more than taste his lips.

‘This is wrong Y/N’ Cillian said as your lips finally drifted apart.

‘Do you want me to leave?’ you asked, caressing his face, staring at all of the freckles which covered him.

‘No’ he said, earning him a smile from you just as he reached beneath your shirt and pressed his lips back onto yours.

His warm hands ran over the sides of your abdomen, up and down, until he lifted your t-shirt over your head.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you like this before, but it felt different. His eyes didn’t have to shy away from your breasts and the rest of your body this time.

With his hands cupping your breasts, which were still covered by your black lace bra, the kiss intensified. It became more urgent and more passionate.

Your hands soon found their way beneath Cillian’s t-shirt also and, this time, touching his skin didn’t feel awkward or inappropriate.

Within seconds, his t-shirt landed on the floor next to yours just before Cillian’s fingers had found the clip of your bra.

It didn’t take his skilled fingers long to unclip it and let it join the rest of the clothes which you had already gotten rid of.

He took a moment to look at your breasts, right there in front of him yet again.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked concerned as you noticed him stare at them.

‘Nothing, just taking in the beautiful view without feeling guilty about it’ Cillian smirked.

‘You checked out my breasts when we were filming, didn’t you?’ you said sheepishly.

‘Of course not’ he said with a laugh before he guided you backwards and down onto your bed.

You both were quick to remove your jeans and, moments later, there you were again, on the bed together wearing nothing but underpants. Just this time, there were no cameras. You were free to touch and kiss each other the way you pleased. It didn’t feel awkward. To the contrary. It felt right.

Hoovering over you again Cillian began to gently kiss your neck while one of his hands ran over your firm breasts. Finally, he was able to touch them, feel every inch of them.

Cillian soon worked his way to the lobe of your ear, playing with it using his tongue. Lightly sucking on it as his hand moved to your other breast, squeezing your nipple gently.

You didn't want this to end, and with a soft moan, you signaled Cillian to continue exploring your body. And so he did. You had never been with a man before, but in the moment, this felt comfortable, felt right.

As he continued to cast his spell on you and work his magic, your body responded. Your lace panties were soaking and your muscles began to vibrate with an unfamiliar feeling.

As Cillian’s lips moved back to your mouth for another passionate kiss, one of his hands wandered further down your body. But he was in no hurry, taking his time explore all of your body.

Cillian’s tongue began to gently drift between your lips and you responded with yours. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to you as his hand reached the top of your lace panties.

Pushing your panties aside slightly, he ran his fingers over your wet entrance, slowly and gently while his lips never left yours.

You moaned into the kiss just as the tip of one of his fingers dipped into you slightly.

You took in a deep breath and broke the kiss for a brief moment.

‘Cillian, I never had sex with anyone’ you said, causing him to remove his hand from your wet mound.

‘It’s alright. We won’t go that far until you are ready’ he said reassuringly.

‘That’s so embarrassing, I am sorry’ you said.

‘What is?’ Cillian asked, slightly confused.

‘I am 20, it’s weird don’t you think?’ you said shyly, your face flushed.

‘Don’t be silly Y/N. There is no rush’ Cillian said as he ran his hand over your cheek. ‘If it is any consolation to you, I didn’t expect any of this, tonight, with you and I am enjoying every moment of it even if we don’t have sex’ he added.

‘So am I Cillian’ you smiled.

‘Good’ Cillian said before kissing you again gently.

The kiss soon became heated again but Cillian wasn’t taking it further, giving you the chance to set the pace at which you were willing to move.

But, you enjoyed him playing with you, teasing your most intimate parts and, after several more minutes of passionate kisses, you guided his hand back in between your legs.

Your actions earned you a chuckle from him as his lips moved from your lips down to your breasts slowly.

As Cillian was gently trailing kisses over your breasts, your hand made it’s way in between your bodies where it found the elastic of his Calvin Klein briefs.

Cillian moaned briefly against your breasts as you slipped your hand beneath the elastic, gently taking hold of his erection.

His cock was warm and firm and his tip slightly lubricated from the precum that had pooled there.

You moved your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him gently while his fingers began to circle over your clit, making you moan loudly.

Your panties were getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of his fingers and you were grinding against his hand, wanting more.

You were panting and moaning in pleasure as he kept stimulating you with his fingers, until, all of a sudden, me removed his hand making you squirm in protest.

His mouth soon wandered from your breasts down to your stomach, forcing you to let go of his hard cock.

But, as your body responded beneath his, your mind couldn't catch up to the events unfolding between the two of you.

You surrendered and let him take control and it wasn’t long until his lips had reached the top of your panties.

‘Oh god’ you moaned in anticipation just as Cillian took hold of both sides of your panties before slipping them down.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked, unsure about your reaction.

‘No, please don’t’ you said, your hands falling onto the top of your head.

Admiring the view, Cillian let his fingers run up and down your slit slowly and gently, taking the juices leaking from it and spreading them up to the hood over your clit.

You moaned loudly at the sensation as, suddenly, you could feel Cillian’s tongue join his fingers, playfully darting closer to your opening, but not quite getting there.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as energy was coursing through your body, wanting to release, but not quite getting there. He apparently had received a masters degree in how to play your body.

Suddenly his tongue was there, licking up the sides of each of your lips. Inspecting the crevices.

Your head began to thrash, your hands flew out and grabbed the bedding.

‘Let me know if I hurt you’ was the next thing you heard but didn’t pay much attention to as you felt one of his fingers enter you.

With the mildest of discomfort, you arched your back while moan after moan left your mouth.

For several minutes, his finger went in and out of you gently while his tongue was licking you, circling over your clit.

He wasn’t sure whether or not to add another finger, but he decided to try his luck after reminding you to tell him if he hurts you in any way.

Moments later, he inserted a second finger while continuing to circle your clit with his tongue.

‘Oh fuck’ you moaned. There was a slight discomfort but it didn’t last very long before you felt nothing but pure pleasure.

Cillian’s fingers began rubbing inside of you as he placed his mouth around the hood of your clit and began to suck.

‘Holy Shit Cillian’ you moaned. You could feel him smile against your mound.

You began to squirm but he would not let up and your body began its final ascent.

Waves of electricity were crashing through you and your hips were grinding and bucking under his direct tutelage as your orgasm washed over you.

You were a shaking mess by the time he was done and, when you finally came down from your high, Cillian moved up and gave you a passionate kiss.

You could taste your juices on his lips and it was possibly the most erotic moment you had ever experienced.

‘Your turn’ you smirked before pushing Cillian onto his back against the stash of pillows.

You comment caused Cillian to chuckle just before you leaned over him to kiss him.

‘You know you don’t have to Y/N. There is no rush’ he said, running his hand over your cheek as your lips drifted apart.

‘But I want to’ you said with determination. ‘I might just need a little guidance’ you said shyly before descending down on his body, trailing gentle kisses over his chest and all the way down to his stomach.

You adored his body, it was perfect. He was the most attractive man you ever met.

As you were gently kissing his stomach, your hands moved beneath the rim of his briefs before pulling them down.

His erection sprung up almost instantly as soon as the briefs cam down and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment.

‘I think I will just go for it and you tell me if I do something wrong’ you said with a smile as you pinned back your hair into a bun with the hairband that was wrapped around your wrist.

Your comment made Cillian laugh for a moment until he could feel your warm lips on the tip of his cock, at which point the word ‘fuck’ was all that left his mouth.

Moans soon began to escape him as you used your hands to stroke him, up and down, while the head of his cock lolled uneasily on the top of your tongue.

You took him deeper into your mouth with every stroke and, as the third inch made its way into your mouth, your lips were being stretched.

You soon managed to take him in all the way, although it was a struggle.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian moaned as his length disappeared in your mouth.

His comment made you stop and ask whether something was wrong.

‘No, you are doing it perfectly’ Cillian reassured you just before you returned your attention to his very hard cock.

By this time precum had pooled on the tip as you took him back into your mouth. It tasted sweet but yet salty at the same time.

Your tongue began circling around him and then up and down his shaft before returning to the bopping motions.

Cillian leaned back and relaxed as you improved your technique minute by minute.

Each stroke of your tongue was now driving him crazy.

Looking up at him occasionally, you could see that he was enjoying whatever you were doing.

Your tongue was moving like a snake, coating every inch of his velvety soft, yet hard cock with a fine patina of sweet, warm saliva.

It wasn’t long until you could feel Cillian’s cock throb inside your mouth and his breathing was becoming laboured.

His hand was tangled up inside your hair as you continued to bop your head up and down firmly.

‘Y/N, I am close, you might want to stop’ Cillian said, trying hard to hold back.

‘Come in my mouth’ you said confidently before you continued your movements.

Your comment caught Cillian by surprise but he didn’t dare to argue and let go.

Just as your mouth bopped down on his hard shaft again, you could feel him pulsate inside your mouth and, with one loud groan, his warm cum spurted on the back of your tongue.

You continued to bop your head and collect all of his cum until he began to relax.

‘Did you just?’ Cillian asked, and before he could finish his question, you interrupted.

‘Swallow? Yes, what else do you normally do with it?’ you asked with a smirk.

‘I hate sleeping on dirty sheets and I was planning to stay the night, so that seemed like the best option’ you laughed before laid beside Cillian, his arms gently wrapping around you.

‘Hey, I am not complaining’ he laughed as he ran his hands gently over your arms.

‘Didn’t think so’ you said before kissing him again gently.

You fell asleep pretty soon afterwards, curled up against Cillian’s chest.

You both slept well and deep until, at 6am, Cillian’s alarm went off.

‘Oh goddam, what’s the time?’ you asked.

‘6am, why?’ Cillian said as you jumped out of the bed and collected your clothes, trying to put them on as quickly as you can.

‘Y/N, we don’t have a scene until 7am. There is plenty of time’ he said.

‘Yes, but Emma starts at 6.30am. She will notice me not being there’ you explained.

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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you @cheesyficwriter for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

351,699

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

As of now, I have only written for Harry Potter; however, in February I began several LOTR/Hobbit WIPs that I have not yet published. The first one is due out at the start of September though!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Another Universe: Hermione Granger is brilliant: she completed her PhD in Linguistics at 25, and is the youngest faculty member at the University. Ron Weasley, an unruly quantum physicist... well, he's getting there. But when Granger gets stacked with a project she hates and has to talk to other scholars at the University, their paths cross and become permanently intertwined in a way neither of them could've ever anticipated. (Slow Burn Multichap Muggle Uni AU) Rated T.

Rosebury Grounds: Lady Hermione Granger has been reared up in society, to marry well and be a good housewife, like any good Edwardian lady, but that's far from what she wants. When a handyman by the name of Ronald Weasley joins the house staff, utterly disarming her from the moment they first meet, he might just be the opportunity she needs to break loose and choose her own destiny.Lord Draco Malfoy has a secret— a secret he knows would cost him everything if it ever saw the light. But it's getting harder and harder to keep it from his father, because Draco keeps bumping into a pair of emerald eyes and a head of lush black hair, and he can't pretend his knees don't buckle at the sight. Which would be quite alright, if not for one small problem: it's not a woman they belong to.Two tales of forbidden love, set in Edwardian England. (Multichap Muggle AU) Rated M.

Something Growing: Hermione’s pregnant— and she’s freaking out. She’s always been good at everything, but she’s not sure that’ll hold for being a mother; however, when Ron gets home earlier than expected, she realizes she doesn’t need to be great at everything so long as she’s got him beside her. (Oneshot) Rated G.

Big in Japan: Harry Potter is a famous rockstar out on a world tour— but when one too many meet-and-greets threatens to drive him insane, he takes an escapade out into the streets of Tokyo, where he ends up at an expat bar with a captivating redhead that seems totally unaware of who he is, or why she should know him at all, for that matter. (Muggle AU oneshot) Rated E.

Teaspoon Vindication: After escaping Malfoy Manor, Ron comes to visit Hermione in her room at Shell Cottage, and does the one thing that may be the hardest for him— talking about his feelings. (Romione oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try my best, though I don’t always get to all of them! My reasoning is that if folks are kind enough to tell me how much they enjoyed my writing, the least I can do is thank them for their lovely words.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

The Last Farewell! It’s a Wolfstar oneshot, set in canon universe, where Remus comes to Sirius’s grave to ask for his blessing (and forgiveness) to marry Tonks. It was angst central from the start and I even wrote it while listening to an angsty song.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I generally write happy, fade-to-black endings, but if I had to choose I’d say Truth or Dare. This is a male!Hermione x Ron summer camp AU born of a game of spin-the-bottle/truth-or-dare that ends with them figuring out their feelings go beyond friendship. I say it is the happiest ending because I think the “boy figuring out he likes boys” scenario has been overdone in angst a bit too much, and the fact that the feelings are reciprocated and they decide to stay in touch would make me giddy if I was their age and in their shoes. Anyway, it’s just a sweet ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

Not at all— I actually don’t like crossovers at all, so I have never even entertained reading, let alone writing, one. (No hate at all to those with imaginations large and strong enough to conjure up awesome crossovers— I am in awe of you all, they’re just not for me!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, luckily, since the Romione community is so lovely and supportive! But, though not outright hate, for a while I had an anonymous FFN reviewer who left reviews on every chapter of Rosebury Grounds saying that my title was a porn/sex act...? I was distraught and scoured Google to see if they really were right and this was some obscure euphemism I’d entirely missed, but turns out it wasn’t, and they had gotten confused with a vulgar but similar term. So I ignored those reviews but they kept coming and then eventually one time I found a 500 word very graphic description of the sex act in question in my reviews, so desperate was the reviewer (apparently) to get their (wrong) point across. Yikes.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I’ve written a lot and of many kinds— explicit, implied, just foreplay, fade-to-black, referenced... I’ve written both M/F and M/M.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No— I didn’t even know that was something I should worry about!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I speak fluent Spanish, so I’m planning on translating In Another Universe and Rosebury Grounds myself once I’ve finished the latter.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, the most I’ve done is beta from the plot-building stage!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Gahhhh don’t make me pick! Romione (HP) is first in my heart because I see so much of myself and what I want in it, but Samfro (LOTR) is, to me, the truest depiction of love in all of literature, ever. I will forever come back to it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I hope to finish my Hogwarts Actually series that I started for Romionecom (hi, Discord friends!) inspired by Love Actually. I have it all planned out, translating all the relationships in the movie to HP pairings and friendships, and all I need to do is write— but I think I��ll come back to this periodically and unoften. Hopefully I’ll finish it!

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I write good and witty dialogue. I’m a theatre person, so I think my dialogue sounds mostly natural when spoken. I also have a good sense of beginning and ending, so most of my works/chapters start and end with a memorable phrase of some sort. I also have excellent grammar and spelling, so except for a few occasional typos, that makes the job of proofing much easier!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I sometimes write sentences that are waaaay too long and convoluted. I use words that are too big sometimes and just take approachability from my writing. Fanfic has been excellent to practice correcting this, though!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As a bilingual writer myself— don’t write dialogue in other languages unless you speak it well or get it translated directly through someone who speaks it well. Though I appreciate the effort, I can always tell when something was put through Google Translate, and that kind of dialogue most often ends up lacking the context clues/colloquial familiarity of real language speakers, and ends up sounding stiff and forced.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m not proud of it, but I used to write MCR RPF back when I was 13 or so. It was a very brief stint and I have since deleted the works in their entirety, since my principles have evolved to the place where RPF to me seems disrespectful and invasive. Plus, it was on Wattpad.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Again, don’t make me pick please!! I truly have had a lot of fun with Rosebury and I think it is a testament to how much I love it that I was able to keep the idea on hold for a full six months before I started writing it. I love the Downton setting and the Edwardian dialogue is a lot of fun to me. But I also have a soft spot for the In Another Universe original oneshot I submitted to the RFF2020— that work awoke my love for Muggle AUs (which I like to think I’m most known for), inspired me to start work on my first multichap fic, and keeps me coming back to it anytime I have doubt in my ability to write swoonworthy scenes. It was the oneshot that started it all.

Tagging: @accio-broom @be11atrixthestrange @folk-melody (and anyone else who would like to!)

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chemist-ana · 4 years ago

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The New Rules- Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Robin, Sofia, Mason Sr., Mickey and Mason

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N This is a brand new series that I was inspired to write. I am going to go chapter by chapter in Sam Daltons POV. This story is completely inspired by Choices The Nanny Affair. I have used most of the dialogue from the actual story, anything written in BOLD was taken directly from the book and therefore is not my writing- credit to our good friends over at Pixelberry! All characters are credit to Pixelberry except for my OCs

Summary: Life with Sofia around isn’t easy, but we are determined to not let it get to us.

Word Count: 5018- I just can’t seem to control myself with this story.

Tag List: @txemrn @secretaryunpaid @lifeaskim @aussieez @pixie88 @thefrenchiemama @sfb123 @mainstreetreader @shewillreadyou @khoicesbyk @choicesficwriterscreations @lady-calypso

I rarely used to have sleepless nights. Now? They are the new norm. I always wake up before dawn, and try to run the sexual frustrations of my restless dreams of Ana out of my system. I should have known by now, months after introducing her into my everyday life, that running alone doesn’t seem to satisfy my craving of her.

I step out of the shower, feeling the all too familiar burn of my exhausted muscles. I place my hands on either side of my bathroom sink and eye my reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles that have formed under my eyes. I take a deep breath and shake my head, here we go again, duty and responsibility right Dalton? Who the fuck am I kidding?

I pad into the kitchen, desperate for a cup of coffee to kick start my clouded mind. I pause for a moment when I see Ana, barefoot in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the boys. God, I could get used to this view. I think she senses my presence, because she looks up and flashes me her beautiful smile.

“Morning, Ana. Something steamy to start your day?” I ask as I grab the coffee pot and two mugs.

“You read my mind.” She responds with a smile.

I mix her a cup, a little sugar, a little cream. Just how you like it. I hand it to her, our fingers brushing for a moment before she takes it out of my hand. She takes a sip and her lips curve into a small smile.

“So, you are the kids are hitting Coney Island this afternoon?” I lean back on the counter, bringing my coffee to my lips with a grin.

“All the rides and games we can handle. Sure you can’t come?” She glances over her shoulder at me as she mixes the ingredients for breakfast. Waffles I assume, god she does love my boys.

“Tempting, but-“ I hear the elevator ding. The only person who would show up here this early is Sofia. Why didn’t she text me that she was coming over? I drop my shoulders and fight the urge to sigh, I just do not have the energy for this right now.

“Darling!” Sofia walks into the kitchen, setting a grocery bag on the counter and walking up to me, throwing her arms around my shoulders, what the fuck?

“Oh! Sofia, what are you-“

“Saying good morning to my boo-bear, duh!” She chimes, as she tries to pull me in again but I step back with a smile. My eyes flick over to Ana who is watching us with a frown.

“We have company.” I turn my attention back to Sofia and her eyes narrow at me.

“It’s just Ana.” She bristles.

“Yeah… I’ve lost my appetite anyway.” Ana moves to set her coffee cup down on the counter. Damn it Sofia.

“Ana, you don’t have to leave. This is your home too, and Sofia needs to remember that.” Boy I am going to be eating those words later… but Sofia just rolls her eyes at me.

“Whatever. I’m here to see Ana anyway.” Her lips turn up in a devilish grin as she turns her attention to Ana. “Grab me a cup of coffee, and let’s chat.”

I clench my jaw, and take a deep breath as I watch Ana’s face turn to annoyance.

“Sofia, we talked about this. It’s not appropriate to ask Ana to fetch you things.” I see Sofia’s shoulders stiffen at my words, but she turns to the coffee maker and pours herself a coffee. I watch as she purses her lips, clearly biting her tongue.

The boys come running into the room, perfect timing.

“Morning. What’s for breakfast?” Mason asks pushing his glasses up on his nose as he takes a seat at the bar.

“Oooo, waffles! Score!” Mickey smiles as he takes a seat next to his brother.

“I thought you boys could use a little treat for breakfast.” Ana grabs the plate piled high with waffles, a loving smile on her face. I watch her face turn to frustration as Sofia grabs the plate out of her hand.

“Hey!” Ana exclaims.

“Sofia, surely that’s not necessary-“ I try to diffuse the growing tension, but Sofia interrupts.

“This kind of unhealthy eating is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Ana.” Sofia says with a smile. Oh great, we don’t all want to eat your cardboard Sof.

“But waffles…” Mason looks at his brother, their excitement turning to anguish.

“Don’t worry, Mickey. I grabbed some fresh spinach and mushrooms to put in an egg white omelette for you and your brother.” Sofia removes the contents of her grocery bag onto the counter.

“I’m Mason.” I cringe at his tone but Sofia appears completely unaffected.

“That’s what I said.” She responds without even looking up.

You are making this so difficult Sofia… why can’t you just get it right? Her matter of fact tone sends a clear message, she doesn’t care. I try to catch her eye but instead she walks over to the trash can and dumps the fresh waffles right into the garbage. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Sofia!” Goddamn it.

“Nooooo!” Mickey calls out.

“Sofia! That’s so wasteful! You just threw out perfectly good food!” Red hot color is spreading up Ana’s neck, her fists balled up at her sides.

“We can afford it.” Sofia sets the dish into the sink and gives Ana a smirk.

“Food waste is about more than just money, you know.” I can see Ana’s knuckles turning white as the resentment in her tone grows.

“Sam, back me up here.” Sofia finally turns her attention to me with a challenging look. Oh fuck.

I look back and forth between Ana and Sofia. Shit shit shit, ok, diplomatic answer time Dalton.

“While I don’t agree with her methods… maybe Sofia has a point?” I think that was good?

“Really? Not you too…” Mason trails off. Not now Mason.

“Sam, I know you gotta defend your fiancee, but seriously?” Ana turns her blazing emerald eyes on me.

“We should try to eat a little healthier… as a family.” I give her a pleading look.

“See?” Sofia chimes with victory.

“But Sofia, you owe Ana an apology for throwing her breakfast out. That kind of behavior is not acceptable.” I turn my attention back to Sofia. She narrows her eyes at me and I can see her bite the inside of her cheek.

I clench my jaw, don’t back down Dalton.

Sofia slowly turns to face Ana and utters a quiet apology. God even Mickey could apologize better than that. I shake my head and turn my attention back to my coffee, which has grown cold. I set the mug on the counter.

“Can we still get cotton candy at Coney Island this afternoon, Dad?” Mason has disappointment written all over his face when I look up at him.

“Coney Island? That rat-infested germ factory? Absolutely not! Boys your age need to be educated, not entertained. There are plenty of museums you could go to instead.” Sofia places her hands on her hips and looks back and forth between Mason and Mickey.

I manage to stifle my aggravated laugh. Goddamn it Sofia.

“But Dad! You said we could go ages ago!” Mickey’s eyes widen as he looks between Sofia and I.

“Boys… Sofia is a part of this family now, and we have to respect the adjustments that might require.” I say imploringly. “Besides, a museum doesn’t have to be boring. You two loved it when Ana took you to the planetarium, right?”

“That was totally different.” Mickey looks down at his empty plate.

“Yeah, no one promised we could go to Coney Island first.”

I bite my lip in frustration with a shake of my head. It's going to be a long day.

***

“Isn’t your father back in town now?” Sofia asks breaking me from my thoughts.

I bite the inside of my cheek and take a deep breath. Why did I agree to ride with her again?

“Yes.” I answer without breaking my focus on the people walking down 5th Avenue.

“Sam, darling, you better not be upset about this morning.” She purrs as she places her hand on my thigh.

I turn my attention back to her.

“Sofia, I really would rather not talk about it. I have other things on my mind.” I turn my gaze back to the window. Like Robin, my father, and our meeting this morning. I pull my leg out from under her hand right as the town car pulls to a stop outside of Dalton Enterprises. Perfect timing.

“Well alright, bye boo-bear!” She leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Bye, Sof.” I exit the town car before her driver can open the door, stepping out into the humid morning.

***

I tap my pen against my desk, my mind racing. I glance down at my watch. Are they both actually late? I haven’t seen Robin since my engagement party, fuck, I hope he doesn’t bring up Ana in front of my father.

I hear my office door open and look up to see Robin, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his annoying face. I narrow my eyes at him and it makes him smile even bigger.

“Mornin’ Sammy. How is my favorite nanny?” He sits down in the leather chair across from my desk.

“Rob, I swear to god, leave her alone.” I clench my jaw and ball my hand into a fist on my leg.

He laughs and puts his hands up in defense.

“Sam, really dude? What is going on between you two anyways? Clearly she is into you, you know that right?”

I don’t entertain his question with an answer, instead I look down at the quarterly numbers.

“Sam. What the fuck? You do know. Dude, what are you doing? You are going to be the one to hurt her. I should be telling you to leave her alone.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” My eyes fly up to his.

My office door opens again, and I look over Robin's shoulder to see my father enter the room. I turn my gaze back to Robin and shake my head. He gives me a scoff and looks up at the ceiling.

“My boys, it feels good to be back in the city.” My dad takes a seat in the chair next to Robin, looking between the two of us. “What? Did I interrupt something?”

“Did you know Sam got a new nanny for the boys?” Robin places his hands on his knees and leans back in the leather chair. “She is pretty great, isn’t she Sam?”

My whole body stiffens at his words. I clench my jaw and bite the inside of my cheek. Fuck I want to punch that look off of your play boy face, you ass hole. My dad shifts his attention to me.

“Thats great Sam. We want to meet her, I will have your mother call you later to arrange that. Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

***

When I get home that evening, I find Sofia in the kitchen. I walk up and place a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Are the boys home yet?” I set my stuff down on the bar.

“Nope, just you and me. By the way, this house was full of junk food. I took care of it though.” She makes a point to brush her hands as if she was cleaning up a mess. She walks up to me and wraps her arms around my waist pressing her hips into mine. I look down at her brown eyes.

“Soon this will be our home together Sam, I just want everyone to be on the same page.” Sofia bats her eyelashes at me.

“I get it, let’s just take it one day at a time okay? These boys are dealing with a lot of major changes, we need to be a little forgiving.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head. I pull away from her embrace and grab the New York Times off of the counter. “I am going to go read this.”

I take a seat on the couch, my eyes settling on the darkness that is settling over Central Park. I am lost in the transformation that happens between the day and night in this city. I have lived here for damn near my entire life, but I still can appreciate this view. I hear the elevator ding, and then the sound of footsteps echoing through the penthouse. I look up and my eyes land on Ana.

“You’re back. How was your day-“

“We went to Coney Island, and it was the best day of my life!” Mickey interrupts with the biggest smile on his face.

“Don’t tell Aunt Sofia. Okay, Dad?” Mason walks up next to his brother with a matching smile.

“Excuse me?” Sofia walks in behind them, her mouth twisted in anger.

“Uh, boys… why don’t you go start your bath?” I look between the twins and flick my eyes towards their bathroom.

“Dad, are we in trouble?” Mason asks his eyes growing wide.

“Not at all. I’ll come help you in a few minutes.” I give them both a reassuring smile and they turn and run out of the room, avoiding Sofia’s glare.

“You took them to Coney Island? After I explicitly told you not to?” I see Sofia turn her sights on Ana, her scowl deepening.

“Sofia they still had an educational day.” Ana doesn’t back down and color rises on her cheeks. “I taught them about physics and-“

“That’s not the point!” Sofia interjects.

“It seemed like the point this morning…” Ana takes a step towards Sofia, her hands balled into fists at her side.

“Calm down, Sofia.” Shit that usually has the opposite effect. “It sounds like the boys had a good day, plus they got to let off some steam after all these new changes.” I look at Sofia imploringly.

“Are you seriously siding with her?” Sofia wheels on me, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s not about sides. It’s about what’s best for Mason and Mickey.” I say calmly, trying not to get defensive. “And while art galleries certainly have their place in a well-rounded educational experience, I approve of Ana’s decision to take them to Coney Island today.” And I am their father. I hold my breath, gauging her reaction to my words. She stares at me for a moment, I assume because she thinks I am going to back down. I rise to her challenge and straighten my shoulders.

“Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted.” She narrows her eyes at me one last time before turning on her heal and walking out of the room to call the elevator. Fuck, I am going to be answering for this later.

I take a deep breath as I watch her leave the penthouse, pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head. I turn my attention back to Ana, her emerald eyes trained on me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go after her?” The corners of her lips turn up in a small smile.

“It’ll be better for everyone if I give her some space before we try to talk.” I bite my cheek to keep myself from matching her smile. “She’s gotta learn this relationship is going to have its compromises at some point.”

I cross over into the kitchen, inhaling the sweet scent of Ana as I graze by her. I fight the urge to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her delicious body to my chest. Instead, I open a bottle of merlot and pour us each a glass.

“So, Coney Island, huh?” Our fingers graze as she takes the wine glass from my hand, igniting that all too familiar spark. I lean against the counter and take a sip of the smooth wine.

“Yup.” Her eyes dancing with humor.

“You could at least pretend you feel bad about starting a fight.” I watch as her cheeks turn a rosy pink and she looks away with a smile.

“I could, but we both know you’d see right through me.” Her emerald eyes rise back to mine.

“True.” I admit, taking a deep breath. “Honestly, I’m glad you went. Sofia can be unreasonable, and she doesn’t get the boys… not like you. You make learning fun for them, and you let them be kids. I appreciate that.”

I finally notice the prize she has tucked under her arm.

“I guess the twins aren’t the only ones you let still be a kid.”

“Oh, this old thing?” She pulls the stuffed penguin from under her arm with a smile. “I got this for you.” She take a step towards me and boops me on the nose with it. Eva used to do that… it makes me laugh out loud as I look at it in my hands.

“I’ll think of you every time I see it.” I look back up at her eyes which have grown dark. I feel her gaze in my core. Goddamn it woman.”Seriously, Ana. Thank you.”

“Sam, I wish you could’ve been there. You were the only thing missing from an otherwise perfect day.” She studies my face for a moment before looking back down at the penguin in my hands..

“It would’ve been nice to enjoy the day with the twins… and you.” Like a real family. “Next time. I’lll fake sick. Promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” Her eyes lock back on me.

I can’t help but stare into her eyes, and I hear her breath catch. The electricity arcing between us. Before I realize it, our bodies are only inches apart.

“Sam…” Ana whispers, her lips parting in anticipation. What are you doing Dalton? Robin’s words echo in my head. You are going to hurt this beautiful woman and its going to be all your fault.

“Dad, how full are we allowed to make our bath?” Mickey calls from the bathroom. A blessing in this moment before I do something else I am not supposed to…

The moment between us broken, Ana’s laugh echos in the room.

“You should probably go.”

I nod, searching her face. I wish I could tell her that we can’t do this… but the words die on my lips. I leave to finish the routine with the boys, her infectious laugh bringing a smile to my lips.

***

I glance at my bedside clock and groan. God, I am so hungry. I get out of bed and pull on my jeans and a plaid button down. I need to find something else to eat.

I pad out into the dark penthouse, flipping the lights on in the kitchen. I take a deep breath before digging into every cupboard, she had to have missed something, right? Nope. She got it all. I sigh before opening the fridge.

“Sam? What are you doing?” I jump slightly at the sound of Ana’s voice before shutting the door and focusing my attention on her.

“Same as you, I’m guessing. Searching for sustenance. Fair warning, it’s every man for himself out here.” I say with a mocking smile.

“Are you threatening to eat me?” She says her eyes growing wide.

I take a moment to appreciate her pajamas, the way her yoga pants hug her curves and the thin sheer fabric of her t shirt exposing her hard nipples.

“I wasn’t thinking about that, but now that you’ve mentioned it…” I see her blush at my words and she gulps, which makes my cock twitch. I know you taste sweet beautiful girl, but I need more tonight. “Seriously, though, you don’t have nearly enough gluten to satisfy me right now.”

I turn my attention back to the kitchen, closing all the cupboards with a sigh.

“Giving up?” Ana leans her hip on the counter.

“Going out. I’m thinking of sneaking off for a burger and fries… maybe a slice of pie… definitely a milk shake.” I look back to her.

“You’ll have to burn any leftovers.” She says with a smile.

“Oh, there won’t be any leftovers. Would you like to come with? The boys are asleep, and I’m sure Carter can hold down the fort while we’re gone. I think we both could use a little something sweet to tide us over…” Plus I wouldn’t mind spending an evening out with you…

She bites her lip and gives me a small nod.

“Let me go change first.” She turns quickly on her heels and leaves the room.

I type out a quick text to Carter and meet Ana in the foyer. We take the quick ride down to the street which is still bustling with people.

“Dare I ask where you’re taking me?” She smiles as I place my hand on the small of her back leading her down the street.

“You can ask… but I won’t tell. It’s a surprise.” I glance sideways at her with a smile.

“I’m not so sure I like surprises.” She says in a defeated tone. If only all surprises were as good as you.

“Really? I’ve recently come to like them.” I wrap my fingers around her waist as we dodge oncoming pedestrians.

“You mean like when Sofia surprised you on your birthday?” She looks up at me.

“God no, I was thinking more about when you suddenly appeared in my life…” I look down at her to see her lips spread wide in a smile. There’s that beautiful smile. “Ah, here we are.” I stop in front of Clements and open the door, ushering Ana inside.

“Ohmygod, is this heaven?” I watch Ana’s eyes flutter closed as she inhales the smells.

Close beautiful, especially being here with you.

The waitress gives us the go ahead to sit wherever we would like and I follow Ana to a corner booth in the back. I slide into the booth and Ana slides in right next to me, settling so our bodies are touching. I hear her sigh and I look down at her, a content look on her face as her eyes wander around the small diner.

“Comfy?” I ask her quietly.

“Very. I could stay like this forever.” She looks back over at me, her emerald eyes shining. Oh beautiful there are a lot of other ways I would rather spend forever with you, like on top of you, or under you.

“Really? There are a few other positions I’d prefer… although all of them do involve having you in my arms.” I remark, a familiar surge of desire shooting through me. ‘

Her eyes darken in response and I see her clench her thighs together, you have the same effect on me.

“What can I get started for you?” The waitress brings me out of my fantasy.

“What are the specials today?” I ask turning my attention to her.

“We’ve got the Sweetheart Special right now. Perfect for a couple like you two, if you’re interested…”

“Us? A couple? You caught us!” Ana says quickly before I have a chance to respond. I look at her out of the corner of my eye and I see her lovely smile. She reaches for my hand and we intertwine our fingers together. “We’re newlyweds, actually.”

I will play this game with you.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine my life without her.” I pull our locked hands onto my lap and flash her a loving smile, your hand feels perfect in mine.

“Makes sense! You have that glow about you.” The waitress looks between us writing something down on her pad. “Consider the Sweetheart Special on the house.”

I order the rest of our meal, and as the waitress leaves, an uncomfortable silence descends on our table. I can feel the nervous energy pouring off of Ana as she avoids my gaze.

“You doing okay over there?” I look over at her, our hands still intertwined on my lap, her gaze focused on the table.

“Totally! I was just thinking about how I’ve never been here before. It’s nice. I cook all he time, but it always tastes better when someone else does it for you. Especially if your cooking is terrible. Which maybe mine is. Ohmygod, I never asked you guys, I just assumed-“ Ana’s cheeks have turned rosy as she answers my question. She’s nervous Dalton, why?

“Whoa, whoa, slow down.” I give her hand a squeeze and I watch her take a deep breath. “It’s just me, Ana. You don’t have to be nervous.”

“Sam, I can’t help it. You’re you, and I’m me!”

“Exactly. We’ve had tons of conversations, just the two of us. Nothing’s changed.” Except everything is different right now, I know…

“This is… well, it’s different. It’s not the same as all the other times we’ve talked before.” Her eyes have grown wide as she finally looks up into mine.

“‘Cause we’re at a diner?” I ask casually.

“‘Cause we’re basically on a date.” She puts emphasis on her last word and her face drops as she looks back at the table. “And you’re still engaged to Sofia.”

She pulls her hand away from mine and places them in her lap. I watch her wring her fingers together for a moment. God, I definitely didn’t mean to make you upset… comfort her asshole. I take a breath and bring my arm around her shoulders, she immediately leans into my touch with a soft sigh. You fit so perfect…

“I’m sorry, Ana. I was being insensitive to your feelings. I didn’t invite you out here to make you feel bad. I just wanted to treat you to a piece of pie, promise.” And I wanted to spend time with you… alone… like a ‘normal’ couple.

“I know, it’s just… it’s all so confusing.” She responds quietly.

I know she was about to say more when the waitress returns to the table, setting down a large strawberry milkshake and two straws. When she leaves my eyes return to Ana’s face, hoping she will elaborate.

“Sam, let’s just enjoy the night. Starting with this milkshake.” She leans away from me, grabbing a straw and taking a sip.

“Are you sure?” I narrow my eyes at her slightly, not convinced she is alright.

“Positive. Dibs on the cherry.” She says with a laugh as she pops the cherry in between her pink lips. God I can think of something else I want to put between those pretty pink lips. The thought makes my cock twitch. The waitress returns with the rest of our meal and I watch the smile spread on Ana’s face. So beautiful…

“I was right, this is heaven.” She surveys the burger and fries.

“Wait ’til you try the pie.”

We eat in a comfortable silence, the nervous energy from earlier suddenly gone.

“Wow, you really don’t know how much you miss sugar until it’s completely eradicated from your diet.” Ana sits back with a sigh.

“In the future, we’ll just have to satisfy our sugar craving in other ways…”

“Oh? Got something particular in mind?” She looks up at me, her emerald eyes darkening.

Oh you know what I mean, beautiful. The waitress shows up with the pie, removing our empty plates and setting it down between Ana and I with a smile. Ana’s eyes never leave mine.

“You’re not getting out of answering that easily.” Her voice laced with desire.

“You already know exactly what I’m thinking, Ana.” I clench my jaw and lower my eyebrows. I watch her breath catch and a blush creep up her neck at the intensity of my gaze. I turn my attention to the cherry pie. I can see Ana’s eyes still trained on me as I take a bite of the pie.

“I want…” Her voice trails off.

“What do you want, Ana? Tell me, and it’s yours.” I look into her eyes.

“I want you to feed me.” She says breathlessly.

“Consider your wish granted.” I take another piece of pie and lift it up to her lips. She opens her mouth and a surge of desire shoots through me.

“Ohmygod…” She moans her eyes fluttering shut. Fuck you are making me hard, and you have the smallest bit of cream on your lip.

“You’ve got a little something on your lip.” I lean towards her, inhaling her scent, and reach my thumb up to wipe the cream from her lip. Before I have a chance to move away her tongue darts out of her mouth and licks my thumb. Fuck. I moan her name as I reach out and place my hand on her cheek. Her eyes flutter shut again, her long eyelashes fanning across her delicate skin. I can imagine you taste so sweet right now… cherries and Ana…

Suddenly my phone buzzes on the table. Ana’s eyes fly open and she leans back in the booth. I grab my phone to silence the incessant noise with a loud sigh.

I clear my throat when I see its my mother calling.

“Hello?”

“Hello Sam darling, your father told me that you have a new nanny for the boys.”

“Oh… yes. I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Robin told your father that she is quite the young lady and great with the boys.”

“Yeah, she’s great.” My eyes flick to Ana as she stares at me quietly.

“We want to meet her, and of course I want to see my grand children. Why don’t you guys come to the club next week?”

“You want to… Next week? A-alright, Mom. See you then.” Shit… goddamn it Robin.

“Ciao, Sam and say hi to the boys for me.”

I hang up the phone with a sigh. My eyes meet Ana’s.

“What was all that?” She eyes me curiously finishing another bite of pie.

“My parents. They want to meet you.”

I turn my eyes to the people walking by outside the window… fuck.

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edie-k · 4 years ago

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Legally Ginger (Chapter 2)

Title: Legally Ginger

Chapter 2/9

Rating: PG-13 (I use fuck more than the MPAA allows for PG-13 but that's a stupid rule - there's no explicit content)

Pairing: Romione endgame

Summary: When Ron Weasley's college girlfriend declines his proposal because he doesn't meet her standard for future husband, he decides comes up with a plan to let her see him in a new light.

Notes: This is an AU Muggle reimagination of Legally Blonde. It's very different than anything I have ever written - and my first chapter story. I intend to update each Monday - although I'm slightly early due to commitments tomorrow.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter has a character making a joke about an incident of sexual harassment they were the victim of. This is a line directly from the movie and is bolded to indicate it's not my original dialogue. Unlike the movie, the conduct is identified as harassment.

Shout out to TheKillerTigerBunny’s recent fic for inspiring a scene in the admissions video.

Thanks to adnei again for her feedback!

Read at AO3 or click below for more

Ron mindlessly shoved his hand back into the bag of chips next to him on the bed as he stared at the TV in the corner.

He had spent all day Sunday trying to compose the perfect text. The magic words that would bring her back. He composed dozens of drafts. Some were apologetic - clearly he shouldn’t have sprung an engagement on her but that didn’t mean they had to break up! Some were logical - there was almost a full semester of school left that they could spend together and see where they stood at graduation. Some were just pathetic - begging and pleading her for a second chance.

Finally, he decided to keep it simple.

can we please talk?

She responded.

it’s too hard to talk. I love you but that doesn’t mean this can work I’m sorry

He didn’t respond further. In the end, he couldn’t figure out how to fix what was wrong with him. There was no clear way to make himself worthy of Astoria.

So when the alarm went off Monday morning, he hit snooze. Then he hit it again. And again. And then he just turned it off for the next four days, only emerging from his room in the middle of the night to raid the pantry for more supplies. Apart from a few supportive texts from his siblings and friends, he’d been mostly left to wallow. Which could only mean that news of his humiliation had spread across campus and people were keeping their distance. He appreciated it but had a hunch his brothers’ patience would soon wear thin.

As if on cue, the door flung open.

“All right, Ron,” said Fred, barging in the room. “It’s been a week. Time to emerge.”

“Uh,” grunted Ron. Pig trotted in happily and jumped up on the bed next to Ron.

Fred paused and looked at the TV. “My God, are you watching NBC Sports Network? You need to snap out of it.”

Ron shrugged. “Lost the remote two days ago.”

George poked his head in the room before entering. “God, it reeks in here. And it better be beer in that bottle by your nightstand. Thankfully, we brought reinforcements.”

“Hey bro,” said Ginny, popping into the room. “It’s time to seize the day!”

“No,” he said flatly to his sister.

“Come on, you don’t want to blow off your classes. You’ve worked too hard to have to graduate in the summer semester. You want the celebrity commencement speaker, not whatever ancient associate dean they con into putting on a robe in August,” Ginny appealed.

“I’ve been emailing my assignments. It’s fine.”

“Well, this isn’t fine. Come on! I know what always cheers you up,” Ginny wheedled.

“Ehm,” Ron grunted, turning over.

“Please!” begged Ginny. “I need to blow off steam too.”

“I’ll buy you cheese fries,” George suggested.

“My own order,” Ron said.

“Yes,” agreed George.

“And beer,” Ron added.

“Goes without saying!” said Fred, yanking the covers off of him. “Shower and we’re off!”

****************************

Forty minutes later, he was moping under the umbrella shaded patio table outside of the batting cages, Pig at his feet, picking at his fries while his beer warmed in the sunshine. Fred and George were taking cracks off the pitching machine with a couple of his frat brothers and members of Ginny’s sorority that had tagged along.

“Come on,” said Ginny. “You need to hit something.”

“I’ll take the next one,” Ron replied listlessly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Girls, make him see reason,” she appealed to her sisters, who were seated next to him flipping through magazines. Ginny jogged off to join the others.

“Ron, Astoria is trash,” said Lavender.

“She is not!”

“She’s trash,” agreed Parvati. “Bougie trash.”

“I’m the one that’s clearly trash.”

“No, you’re a fucking straight up 9 and if I wasn’t in love with the moron taking 40 mile per hour softballs to the head - ” Lavender gestured at Seamus who was doing just that - “I would already be in your pants,” Lavender assured him.

“You’re a little too earnest for me, if I’m being honest,” said Parvati. “And you’re a dude, so no. But if you dated one of my friends, I wouldn’t tell her she could do better than you.”

“Yeah,” said Ron, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “Astoria, you should take me back. I’m not as good of a catch as a guy that tries to achieve CTE for fun but at least Parvati won’t shit talk me behind my back.”

The girls giggled. “Ron, I know it hurts that she didn’t feel the same about you but truly, you are better off. She was just flat out wrong. You’re smart, you’re accomplished, everyone likes you. She’s a snob looking for a certain name to hyphenate behind hers. Just like her sister,” Parvati insisted, pointing at the People magazine in front of her.

Ron peered over her shoulder. There was a color shot of Astoria’s sister Daphne, her hand ensconced in the hand of a dark haired man, walking the sidewalks of New York.

“Is that the Kennedy Taylor Swift dated?” asked Lavender. The two girls' voices faded in the background as he read and reread the caption.

Third year Princeton Law.

This is what Astoria was talking about. Her sister was dating some east coast prep school guy who went to a fancy university. In some ways, he got it. That need to live up to your siblings’ accomplishments or better yet, surpass them. He certainly felt it himself.

Bill, with his gorgeous French wife, was on the executive track at a financial firm. Charlie, with his easygoing personality, had somewhat accidentally launched a successful YouTube channel about his wildlife adventures in Asia. Percy, who had somehow managed to weather the civil servant storm and was on his third presidential administration at the IRS. Fred and George had their plans and Ginny knew she’d go early in the next National Women’s Soccer League draft if she didn’t opt to play soccer professionally overseas.

And Ron had had Astoria. The thought of a good life with a good job supporting an amazing and ambitious woman was exactly what he wanted. But she needed a little more. She needed someone that could prove they played at her level and bring a little flash and substance, like Daphne’s fiancé did.

He stared at the picture. Ron couldn’t get the Kennedy name. But he could wear a fucking rugby shirt and throw gel in his hair and...

“That’s it!” Ron shouted.

“What?” both girls asked, startled.

“I’m going to Harvard Law,” he announced.

Both girls stared. “Seamus, sweetie?” called Lavender. “Bring your batting helmet. He’s got some brain damage and we need to protect his skull from further harm.”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. So Astoria’s a little… materialistic and thinks about optics. Everyone Is flawed. And Lav, you said yourself that I’m a nine. How does law school, hell, Harvard Law School, not get me to a ten?”

“What’s going on?” asked Ginny. They’d abandoned the cages at Lavender’s call.

“I’m going to law school,” Ron announced proudly.

“Why?” asked George.

“Ron, no. You loved your internship. You have three job offers doing what you enjoy. This is fucking insane,” Fred insisted.

“You can’t give up free beer,” Seamus added.

“Maybe I’ll love law school,” Ron reasoned. “And if I don’t, I don’t have to finish. It’ll be enough to prove to Astoria I can get into Harvard - ”

“Harvard?” George asked.

“—And not embarrass her. The jobs I enjoyed have regulatory aspects to them so hey, a semester of law school can only help, right?”

“This is asinine,” Parvati said.

“Free beer,” whined Seamus.

“Holy shit,” cried Ginny, flashing her phone towards them. “Have you seen the cost of tuition?” She flashed it to George before Ron snatched the phone out of her hand.

“How the fuck are you going to pay for that?”

Ron cringed. “It’s not going to be my proudest moment. but I’ve got an idea.”

********************

“Hi, Auntie,” Ron said, as he followed the maid into the giant sitting room.

“Ronald,” Muriel greeted. They stood looking at each other awkwardly a moment. “Well, sit down. You,” she barked at the maid. “Bring us some drinks.”

“Right away, ma’am,” the maid scurried off.

Ron and his siblings came from fairly blue collar roots on both sides of the family. In fact, they were the first to attend college. The cost had made it out of reach for his mother and father to attend themselves. Mom’s brothers had planned to take advantage of the GI Bill but unfortunately were casualties of the first Gulf War. After that, Muriel had set up education trusts for her great niece and nephews with the $20,000 incentive. While his mom and dad had always refused any other financial help from Muriel, education was just too important to pass up.

Muriel had money to burn. Unbelievably, she’d been the trophy wife of an oil billionaire 35 years older than her back in her heyday and other than maintaining her estate, caring for at least 6 dogs at any given time and keeping a steady supply of brandy, she mostly just spent her money on controlling whatever family and non-profits she could sink her claws into.

“So,” said Muriel as the maid returned with a snifter of brandy for each of them. “I assume you’ve come for an advance on your graduation gift. When I saw your mother last month, she said things were quite serious between you and that Greengrass girl.”

“Uh, not exactly. See Aunt Muriel, I’ve had a change to my course of studies.”

“You’re almost done and NOW you realize that culinary arts will earn you pennies?”

“No,” he gritted his teeth. “Not culinary arts. It’s food science. It has to do with the biochemistry of food systems and preservation.”

Muriel snorted. “And you’ve decided that since pioneer women had canning figured out, there was nothing further for you to do.”

“Actually, I’ve decided to attend law school.”

“Law school?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Harvard Law.”

“You think you’re going to Harvard Law?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Why-why do I want to go?” Ron responded. He wasn’t sure if his reason would impress Muriel much.

“No, why do you think you’ll get in?”

It was a fair question. Before college, he had never been an over achiever. That had started with the CULA soccer coach coming to see Ginny play during the spring of her junior year. He’d joined the coach, his parents and Ginny at the house after the meet and delivered the disappointing news that the only event he’d qualified for in the district meet was the 3200 meter. While his family looked sympathetic, the coach smiled and said, “Yes, I’d expect that you’d be a great distance runner. My husband coaches cross country at CULA. Could I give him your name?”

No one had ever expected him to be great at anything.

He won the state title in his division for 3200 meter that year and went on to win the conference title twice at college.

And once he proved himself there, people expected he’d be good at chemistry and they expected he’d be a good president of the house and good at fundraising. And he was. Doing what he was expected to do worked.

But now, they all expected him to give up on the love of his life.

“Just… want to do the unexpected.”

“You know I’m on the board of the local humane society?”

“Uh, I guess,” said Ron. He was actually clueless to her old biddy affairs.

“I understand you raised $12,000 for us at the end of last year.”

“Me and the rest of the guys,” he answered.

“Violet Pullen led me to believe it was mostly your doing.”

Ron shrugged. “I was the one who knew how to brew the beer. And it wasn’t that hard to get the permissions to bottle it and sell it and stuff. The other guys got it promoted for the most part.”

Muriel looked at him appraisingly before she chuckled dryly. “Bring me an acceptance letter and I’ll cut a check.”

*************************

“What the hell is all this?”

Ron glanced up from the stack of study guides he was perusing to answer the twins. “LSAT study guides.”

Fred groaned. “Are you still on this?”

“Of course,” Ron said. “My advisor said I need like, a 173 on the LSAT to be seriously considered.”

“Why would they consider a food science major?”

Ron shrugged. “I have a 3.89 GPA. And Stori’s a philosophy major.”

“But that makes sense,” George said.

“How?” challenged Ron.

“Dunno. I guess because philosophy is a snob subject that’s totally useless without at least a graduate degree.”

Ron ignored them.

“And how are you paying for this?”

“Muriel will cover tuition if I get in. I’ll live at home this summer and I’ve got a couple technician jobs I can take that my degree makes me more than qualified for, plus some catering gigs. I figure that’ll be enough to get through the school year.”

“Ron,” Fred said. “Bro, you like your life. Why change it for some girl?”

“I’m getting fucking tired of this. She’s not some girl. I’m in love with her. She’s the one and I just need to show her I’m worthy of her.”

“You ARE worthy of her,” George insisted.

“Then it’ll be easy to prove, right?” said Ron.

The twins looked at each other and sighed.

“Here, take my lucky pencil for the exam. It helped me pass Spanish.” Fred held out the writing instrument to Ron.

“You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Trewlaney a lap dance,” George reminded him.

“Yeah. Luckily.”

“That’s sexual harassment,” said Ron.

“It is?” asked Fred.

“Yeah, it’s called quid pro quo. She should be fired for that.”

“Well hot damn, Ronnie,” said George. “Maybe you’re set for this law school stuff after all.”

“The exam is the least of my worries. I need a two page essay, professor recommendations, and a ‘personal statement’ of some sort. I’ve never been great at selling myself,” he admitted.

“Well Georgie,” said Fred with a grin. “Looks like you just found the subject of your senior marketing project.”

***************************************

“Well,” said Horace Michaels, rubbing his face and looking at his fellow panel members. “That was certainly something.”

“The video was a lot but… I like him,” said Veda Kasyor. “He’s a college athlete and president of his fraternity while carrying a high GPA.”

“Oh, is he an athlete Veda? Did the shirtless jogging footage tip you off?”

“He was also brewing beer in his frat basement.”

“He’s a food science major.”

“And he sold that beer on campus as a Humane Society fundraiser.”

“Who produced this video? Pretty heavy handed with the studying in the library footage,” Richard scoffed.

“He’s got a 3.89 GPA and he got a 177 on the LSAT. He probably studies.”

“Was he playing chess naked in the video?”

“It was his opponent who wasn’t wearing clothes - I believe it was strip chess.”

“If we’re looking for diversity - ”

“A white man’s not it.”

“Typically, no but he’s got, what, 6 siblings? Dad’s a mailman, Mom’s a parapro. He’s not some trust fund legacy case.”

“He had internships with two major corporations. And his resume shows part-time jobs since he was 16.”

“I’m concerned about his course of study. Food science is the hard sciences. Is he going to be equipped to handle position statements?”

“His personal essay was well-written and compelling, plus he minored in business. His Business Strategy prof had a glowing recommendation.”

“Ron Weasley… welcome to Harvard.”

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Episode 14

Yoo Ji was informed that they wouldn't be attending the dinner, but rather they would sit in another room, and one of the secretaries was going to answer the questions. Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, so she couldn't get any dirt, this was going to be a very controlled press conference

An hour and a half pass and almost all the reporters have given up on getting any details on whether the representatives are going to come to an agreement on the separated families in their regions. Yoo Ji watched as the journalists fired away the questions and the secretary dodged the question and answered vaguely. Yoo Ji was planning on putting him on the spot so at least she can get an unplanned reaction to a slip-up. Before she raised her hand to ask the question, she felt her phone going, she sighed and silently left the room.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? I am coming to pick you up, something happened to Shi Jin” Gwang Nam’s voice was unstable, Yoo Ji could feel his panic as it seeped into her skin. The words he said finally registered.

“What happened?” Yoo Ji asked as she ran down the hallway to get to the main entrance.

“He got shot, he’s already at Haesung”

“Ok, I am coming down, I’ll send you the address” she hung up as she went into the elevator, it would lead her to the parking levels. Soon she reached the ground floor and the doors opened.

Yoo Ji was shocked but not surprised, Gwang Nam was standing with Cheol Ho talking to the Lieutenant Colonel. He glanced to the side, he did a double-take when he recognized Yoo Ji.

Yoo Ji ran over and tackled him into a hug, it made Cheol Ho smile softly before turning to the Lieutenant Colonel who looked uncomfortable and questioning. Cheol Ho leaned over and whispered an explanation.

“Reporter Mun and First Sergeant Lim are dating now” Cheol Ho informed his superior, he nodded and looked at them with slight distaste.

Woo Geun diverted the Lieutenant Colonel’s attention with updates on the condition of the victim.

“I just got a call from the hospital. The surgery on Senior Lieutenant Ahn just finished earlier.” Woo Geun’s eyes darted to Yoo Ji’s figure as she clung to his colleague, he mentally smiled but also understood how bad the situation would seem to Yoo Ji.

“I am fine” Gwang Nam mumbled into Yoo Ji’s neck, he had his arms wrapped around her as she hugged him tightly. Her feet aren't touching the floor since she basically jumped into him. He set her down, and finally looked at her face up close. She had worry lines on her forehead and she was biting her lip.

“What are you doing here?” Gwang Nam asked.

“The political dinner between South Korea and North Korea is on the 6th floor” Yoo Ji responded, she was finally feeling her panic subside but her worry was still there.

“What are you doing here?” Yoo Ji asked.

“Work” he answered abruptly, Yoo Ji nodded, she didn't question it further than that.

“Let’s go, Shi Jin should be awake by now,” Gwang Nam said as he bid his boss and Cheol Ho goodbye and they walked the car they came in with. Cheol Ho and Woo Geun had to stay behind to finish some more interviews and debriefing for the case.

“How fatal is the wound?” Yoo Ji asked as she got into the car.

“I am not sure, at first glance it looked bad, multiple gunshot wounds but Mo Yeon called Dae Young and told him that Shi Jin is awake and is fine”

“Were you close to the shooting?” Yoo Ji bit her lip, she knew that this might be sensitive information but her curiosity got the best of her.

“No, I was a long-range scout, Dae Young asked for assistance and that's when I found out” Gwang Nam responded as he pulled out from the parking lot, he had revealed too much information which is frowned upon but he felt the need to assure her that he was safe.

Yoo Ji nodded in response and looked out the window. She picked at her nails and bit her lip as she continued to think about Mo Yeon.

“Which hospital did he get transferred to?” Yoo Ji intertwined her fingers, she tried to stop herself from wallowing in anxiety.

“Haesung hospital” Gwang Nam responded as he laced his free hand with hers to give her a small comforting squeeze.

“Are you serious? Mo Yeon would’ve had a heart attack” Yoo Ji sucked her teeth, cringing at the image of a horror-stricken Mo Yeon.

“He’s fine, Mo Yeon sounds more pissed than anything” Gwang Nam replied. Yoo Ji was so into her head she didn't notice that they had arrived.

“That's her way of concealing that she was terrified” Yoo Ji closed the door as she told Gwang Nam.

“Well, it's a good thing he survived to help ease that '' Gwang Nam extended his hand so that she could grab it while he locked the car. Yoo Ji slowly felt her anxiety calm down and disappear into the depth of her mind.

“You guys need to be more careful” Yoo Ji reminded him.

“What happened to ‘Mun I-do-what-I-want Yoo Ji’? He teased. They made their way to the elevator to reach the floor Shi Jin and the North Korean Lieutenant were staying on.

Yoo Ji never had the chance to refute because they reached their destination. Yoo Ji could only roll her eyes and give him an uneasy smile.

They reached the room Shi Jin stayed at, as they walked in they heard Mo Yeon’s voice.

“Besides that patient, there is another patient whose life was just saved.” she scolded.

“I guess that patient just sees me as a doctor.” she continued. Yoo Ji breathed out a laugh as she felt herself completely relax. Mo Yeon’s attention snapped to Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam.

“Looks like everything is fine” Yoo Ji teased as she smiled at Mo Yeon who sighed in relief. Mo Yeon went to greet them.

“He’s going to be the death of me” Mo Yeon murmured as she rested her forehead on Yoo Ji’s shoulder. Yoo Ji laughed and rubbed her back.

“It’s okay, I freaked out too”

“It's not that big of a deal” Shi Jin tried to wave off when both girls looked at him with a hard glare.

“An hour ago, this doctor crossed hell after seeing her boyfriend wheeled into the emergency room for a cardiac arrest.”

“I am sorry.” Shi Jin lowered his eyes. Gwang Nam straightened his posture when he heard Mo Yeon mention a cardiac arrest,

“Is that all? How about an explanation? You don't have it this time either?” Mo Yeon’s cold tone cut through the air. Gwang Nam made eye contact with Yoo Ji, she seemed to be in as much shock as he was.

“Aren't you curious if I am okay?” Mo Yeon shook her head, her anger slowly returning.

“Even though you're affectionately asking about that friend whom you're not even that close to?” Mo Yeon mentions, this grabs Yoo Ji’s attention. Yoo Ji looked at the captain curiously, what happened that made him so reckless.

“Just you get better because I will kill you.” Mo Yeon threatened. A moment later, she sighed, all anger draining out of her and Mo Yeon just looked resigned. She pulled out a small container, Yoo Ji almost missed it if she wasn't watching the couple like a hawk.

“Maybe I shouldn't give this to you either.” she was about to hand him a container. But before she could explain what was in it, the door opened and a nurse and Chi Hoon rolled in Lieutenant Ahn followed by two men in suits. Mo Yeon pocketed the container again.

Yoo Ji watched as they wheeled the unconscious soldier next to Shi Jin’s bed. She looked at Gwang Nam and raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. Chi Hoon and the nurse excused themselves.

“Power of unity.” Dae Young said as he and Woo Geun arrived, Yoo Ji suspected it didn't take long to debrief as they had limited information.

“From this point on, I will control this patient's room. We will put an access restriction on medical personnel as well.” Dae Young informed Mo Yeon, Dae Young didn't reveal anything more than what he said. Yoo Ji mentally groaned these men are so hard to get information out of indirectly and directly. Yoo Ji wondered why they needed to restrict the area so much when one of their own is in the same room as the North Korean.

“We ask for your cooperation.” Mo Yeon nodded and excused herself to check on another patient. Dae Young moved his eyes to Yoo Ji but his expression was blank.

“I know, I’ll leave by myself, no need to escort me” Yoo Ji waved off before he said anything. Restricted access was especially for reporters trying to get information and she was a reporter.

“Feel better, but if you scare us again, I’ll kill you” Yoo Ji smiled at Shi Jin and gave him a side hug as she threatened him.

“First Sergeant Lim, you're on guard duty starting 1400” Dae Young informed Gwang Nam. he nodded and followed Yoo Ji out.

“I’ll be in the cafeteria if you need me,” Gwang Nam told Dae Young as he closed the door. Cheol Ho was standing guard outside the door, Gwang Nam nodded at him and followed Yoo Ji to the elevator to head down to the cafeteria.

“Have you had lunch?” Gwang Nam asked.

“Not really, I didn't have time before I was preparing for the press conference,” Yoo Ji said.

As they walked through the lobby they saw Chi Hoon, the nurse from before, and another doctor. Yoo Ji knew her from her times hanging out at the hospital, Kim Eun Ji was rude and underqualified to be a doctor, she just had many connections to higher-ups that she got her professorship.

“There's a rumor going around that the patient is a North Korean soldier.” the nurse said.

“But can we treat a North Korean person?” Eun Ji questioned.

“Of course, we should. He's injured. We took an oath.” Chi Hoon responded, typing on the computer. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow, oh she has to listen to this conversation. She grabbed Gwang Nam’s hand and steered him towards the desk instead of the cafeteria. Gwang Nam asked where they were going but Yoo Ji just shrugged and told him they still had a few hours before he started his shift.

“I have to listen to this” Gwang Nam rolled his eyes but smiled, her tendency to sneak and eavesdrop made him worry but also laugh at how easily she is distracted by it. Gwang Nam was surprised when they didn't hide and instead went to greet Chi Hoon.

The doctor ignored Yoo Ji but her eyes focused slightly on Gwang Nam. Yoo Ji could tell she was zeroing in on her victim, she mentally cackled. Kim Eun Ji faked disinterest and continued her conversation with Chi Hoon.

“Aren't you scared? He even came in all bloodied from gunshot wounds. It wasn't because he got drunk in the broad daylight and hit himself on a billboard.”

“We saw even worse things in Urk.” Chi Hoon greeted Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam back and turned to his computer nonchalantly.

“All the soldiers blocked at gunpoint.” Chi Hoon added, looking at Eun Ji with unwavering eye contact. He didn't glance at Gwang Nam as he mentioned the soldiers, since you know, he was one of them and they weren't allowed to bring it up to other civilians. Yoo Ji peeked at Gwang Nam’s reaction, he had a very neutral face, she mused, he was trained well. She wasn't surprised but she was amused because Chi Hoon stood up and mimed a gun pointing at Eun Ji.

“Going, "power of unity" and "power of unity" while the guns are "click-click" loading.”

“‘Hands off. If you move, we'll shoot.’” he repeated the words of the Arabian president’s guard. Yoo Ji smiled in amusement, while Gwang Nam was trying to hide his chuckle.

“You're lying! Where do you think you're selling medicine?” Eun Ji scoffed and rolled her eyes. Yoo Ji narrowed her eyes.

“He’s not lying,” she stated while looking her straight in the eyes.

“I'd like to give it a whack.” Nurse Ha joined their conversation, glaring at Eun Ji while setting her tray down on the counter.

As Yoo Ji was going to add something to the conversation, she was cut off by Doctor Sang Hyun’s shout for Nurse Ha, as he slowed his run to a jog he pushed Eun Ji aside to get to Nurse Ha. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji had to stifle their laughs at how offended the girl was. Eun Ji huffed and left to stand a little further away.

“I heard you were held hostage. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he fretted over the nurse. Nurse Ha rolled her eyes and shook him off.

“Where is that punk? I'm going to kill him halfway!” he threatened, but it was like a mouse threatening a lion, harmless.

“Dr. Song is bringing him back to life from being half dead.” Nurse Jae Ae informed him with a deadpan tone.

“The patient I operated on was him?” Doctor Song dropped his dramatics and loud volume as well. He asked with his eyebrows furrowed as if he really didn't know about that, which he didn't.

“Ow, Heo Jun. (Most famous physician during Joseon period) Ow, Schweitzer. (Dr. Albert Schweitzer)” Sang Hyun slapped both of his cheeks then held them as he whined, Nurse Ha scoffed softly and patted his head.

“Why didn't you react like that when I got kidnapped?” Yoo Ji teased Gwang Nam, she kept her voice low so only he could hear her. Gwang Nam raised an eyebrow.

“Because you had them at gunpoint. You didn't even need me to rescue you!” he said with a tone of disbelief.

“You’re right but it would’ve been nice” Yoo Ji responded, grinning at the tall man beside her.

“I thought you didn't want someone to fawn over you, you said you wanted ‘a cool and casual romance’” Gwang Nam pointed out. Yoo Ji chuckled, she did say that to him at some point.

“Yes but this was then when every step we took was dangerous and we were living on the edge, but now that would be nice, we're back to domesticity.” Yoo Ji sarcastically explained. Gwang Nam laughed, wrapping an arm around her as he leaned to kiss the top of her head. They started to finally head back to the cafeteria.

“Alright, I will become what you wish, including the protective boyfriend if we meet your ex-boyfriend” Gwang Nam smirked, while Yoo Ji shook her head at his cheekiness. Immediately, as if God was waiting for Gwang Nam to say that, Yoo Ji recognized Min Yoon Gi. as in the Min Yoon Gi that made all three military men planning his murder. Yoo Ji’s eyes widened, she grabbed Gwang Nam’s arm and tried to steer him away from that direction.

“You still have a few hours before your shift, let's go out to eat.” Yoo Ji excused her as she tried to get him out of the cafeteria as fast as she could before Yoon Gi recognized her.

“I don't have that long to be able to leave and come back, I only have an hour,” Gwang Nam said, looking at his watch. Gwang Nam was very confused about why his girlfriend was dragging him out of the hospital so adamantly until he heard a man’s voice call her name.

“Mun Yoo Ji!” Yoo Ji cringed, slowly turning around to acknowledge the man she was trying to escape.

“It’s been a while!” the man said, smiling at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam.

“It has, how have you been...Yoon Gi?” Yoo Ji tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. Gwang Nam finally understood why she was acting so weird. He started chuckling at the irony. This is her ex-boyfriend, the one they were talking about in Urk. He had mixed feelings, he didn't know whether to be protective like he was joking or to smirk in the satisfaction that he looked much better in all aspects than her ex-boyfriend. He eventually relaxed and wrapped an arm around Yoo Ji with a lazy smile on his lips. He could feel the tension in Yoo Ji’s shoulders.

“Uh… Yoon Gi this is Gwang Nam; my boyfriend, Gwang Nam this is Yoon Gi, Mo Yeon, and Myung Ju’s classmate” Yoo Ji introduced.

“Hello, nice to meet you” Yoon Gi smiled politely, extending his hand for him to shake.

“Likewise” Gwang Nam curtly but still politely responded, shaking his outreached hand. Gwang Nam made sure to squeeze a little harder than normal, just to deliver a message; I know you more than you know me. This of course didn't slip from Yoo Ji. she chuckled awkwardly and gripped Gwang Nam’s arm to make him let go.

“Well, it was great to see you again! But we both have an appointment so we have to go” Yoo Ji excused. She nodded her head at the man and smiled before she pulled Gwang Nam away from her ex-boyfriend, breaking the weird staring contest they were engaged in.

“I had nothing to worry about,” Gwang Nam said after they were a good distance away from the man.

“What do you mean?” Yoo Ji asked, scrunching her nose.

“He’ll be easy to dispose of” was his only reply to her question. Yoo Ji shook her head and hit his arm.

“You are not assassinating him!” Yoo Ji whisper-yelled at him, although her tone told him that she was joking around like he was.

“He needs to become important enough to be assassinated, we’ll stick to disposing”

“Who are you going to kill?” Mo Yeon asked as they reached the hallway which Gwang Nam needed to guard in ten minutes.

“We met Min Yoon Gi at the cafeteria so we never got lunch.” Yoo Ji grumbled.

“Why is he here?” Yoo Ji asked Mo Yeon with narrowed eyes.

“He does work here,” Mo Yeon said, cringing as her eyes pivoted to Shi Jin’s room.

“What? Since when?” Yoo Ji’s jaw slightly slacked.

“I am not sure, I think he got transferred before we came back from Urk” Mo Yeon fidgeted with her fingers.

All of their attention gets diverted when the Chairman makes an appearance with his secretary. Gwang Nam takes a straight stand and stands in the middle of the hallway. Cheol Ho behind him taking a similar stance.

“Move aside.” the Chairman stated, “I said to move! How many hospitals are there in Gangnam that you have to raise such a fuss at Haesung Hospital? Especially at the most expensive hospital!” he ended up yelling and totally losing his cool, but then again the Chairman was never known as a collected man in times of trouble.

“We are carrying out official government business. We ask for your cooperation.” Gwang Nam responded with a blank expression, but Yoo Ji could tell there was annoyance in his eyes.

“This is the document that the army sent.” the Chairman’s secretary pulled out the piece of paper from his folder. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow when the Chairman didn't take it.

“It's being done out of order!” he turned and gritted his teeth at the other man. The Chairman turned to Mo Yeon and huffed.

“Who on earth is Dr. Kang's boyfriend that they are doing official duty just because he is injured? And what about the man who was brought in with him?!”

“Did the two of them fight? Who won?” he asked, looking curious.

“I am not sure” Mo Yeon nervously let out a soft laugh to try to ease the tension between the two men.

“Ah, he lost. He lost. I can see he lost. Who hasn't been to the army, saying he can fight.” the Chairman interrupted her while waving his hand around. He sounded so proud of himself. Yoo Ji mentally snorted, the Chairman only got his position because of family, if he didn't have that he would never be qualified for that position, he was too gossipy and had a very sensitive ego. Although, Yoo Ji guesses that men in power usually have sensitive egos and very short tempers.

“You were in the army?” his secretary asked, surprised. Yoo Ji had to stifle her chuckle.

“What do you take me for?”

“The exempt” Yoo Ji had to chuckle at that, the Chairman glared at her. She shrugged her shoulders, he could not fire her, she didn't work for him.

“Keep Silent, please” Gwang Nam sighed as the quarreling men’s voices got louder.

“You keep the silence. This is my hospital,” he shouted at the end. Yoo Ji was surprised at how much shouting he’s doing considering how close the VIP Ward is, if one of his important patients came out to see what was causing such ruckus, he would kneel on the ground and apologize for disturbing them. Yoo Ji mentally rolled her eyes, he really doesn't learn, she’s already seen him do that before.

“You should take responsibility and settle this.” he pointed at Mo Yeon, who looked shocked and then pointed at herself.

“Be it as a guardian or as the physician in charge.” she didn't say anything, she just nodded and bowed as he left. He stopped and turned around again, this time his gaze aimed at Yoo Ji.

“I will get you banned from this hospital grounds next time you decide to tell people that I have illegitimate children” he growled out, glaring at her. Yoo Ji tipped her imaginary hat and flashed him a grin.

“Noted.”

A few days later, Yoo Ji was visiting Mo Yeon at the hospital when she was able to sneak past the soldiers posted in front of Shi Jin’s room. She was about to greet him but a quick look at his surprise and panic told her that the room was bugged. She signaled Shi Jin that she understood and stood by the window, further away from the foreign patient. She had to admit it was tempting to try to figure out what his deal was, but she knew that it wasn't her place. Mo Yeon walked in, she looked surprised and was about to ask how Yoo Ji got in but a quick shake of Yoo Ji’s head and a ‘sh’ from Shi Jin told her that no one should know about her being inside.

But that quickly changed when Gwang Nam stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend. Yoo Ji sighed in defeat and started making her way to the door but Gwang Nam held her arm and told her quietly that she can stay as long as she doesn’t speak about this.

Mo Yeon was doing routine checks on the Lieutenant and talking with him, well more like talking to him since he still gave no responses. Knowing Mo Yeon, she was probably scolding him for his injuries.

“There's also another person like that here in the South.” she continued, “That person who has his senses elsewhere.” she glanced back at Shi Jin who looked more interested in his covers than her gaze. Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji looked at them with amusement. Gwang Nam has come to stand next to Yoo Ji while they watch the interaction between the couple

“And I wasn't going to say this...That soldier guy that we saw in Urk.”

“Who are you talking about?” Shi Jin tilted his head in confusion.

“You know the one that chewed me out for performing surgery on the dying patient, that rockfish-looking mister who put you in punishment.” Yoo Ji’s eyes widened as Mo Yeon kept talking and insulting their Lieutenant Park Byung Soo.

“I saw earlier how he was asking our medical staff this and that about injection drugs and pills. Are we his subordinates or something?” Yoo Ji grabbed onto Gwang Nam’s arm and buried her face into his shoulder to stop herself from laughing so hard. The room was bugged and she had no doubt that Lieutenant Park Byung Soo was listening to Mo Yeon rant on how rude he is. Yoo Ji glanced at Gwang Nam and found him trying to conceal a smile.

“Why does he treat us whichever way he pleases…” Shi Jin swiftly got up and pressed his hand onto her mouth. He gestured for her to stay quiet. Shi Jin then took her pen from her coat pocket and started scribbling on her hand something. Yoo Ji would guess he’s telling her that the room was bugged. She mouthed the words ‘what do I do?’ and Shi Jin told her to keep talking. Mo Yeon looked at Yoo Ji and Gwang Nam were their panic in her eyes. Yoo Ji smiled in encouragement but she felt tears because of the strain of control she has to have right now.

“So what I mean is that the soldier guy probably knows what's going on by now, right?” she sounded incredibly loud. Yoo Ji shook her head and realized that the Lieutenant will probably head their way any time now. She tugged onto Gwang Nam’s arm and told him she had to go. She kissed his cheek and waved goodbye to the couple.

“He probably knows that I am so glad to see him.” was the last thing she heard Mo Yeon sputter out.

Later on that week, Yoo Ji went back to the hospital to talk to Mo Yeon, she needed the medical records of the victim again. Something was fishy, either, the profiling was off or the suspects had split personality order. These people don't behave suspiciously at all, the parents are mourning quietly but still living their lives, the sister seems to have always been jittery and anxious even when her brother was alive so there's no change in her behavior. As for the cousin, Yoo Ji knows he’s committing insurance fraud but she has no idea how he murdered the victim. He fits the profile of fraud but not a murderer.

As she exited the elevator, she saw the hallway was a mess. She managed to grab Cheol Ho as he passed her but didn't notice her.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“The foreigner tried to escape last night” he hurried down the stairs. Yoo Ji was confused about how he managed to even leave his bed. When she was in the room the last couple of days he was handcuffed to the sickbed.

Yoo Ji went to knock on the door but one of the guards stopped her.

“The North Korean is gone, you have no reason to keep this room unavailable. I am here to see my friend” she dismissed him. The guard knew she was right but he was instructed to keep everyone out to preserve the ‘crime scene’.

“Do you know what a hard time the Chairman is giving me asking who broke that?” Mo Yeon scolded Shi Jin. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated to the gaping hole in the window. It was letting in a nice breeze, different from the smell of disinfectant.

“Where is the chairman? Why is he recklessly holding on to someone else's woman? ” Shi Jin asked with a serious face.

“In his office, if you plan to ‘talk’,” Yoo Ji interrupted them while setting down her bag, and smiling at Mo Yeon.

“Because my boyfriend got admitted to the hospital with a North Korean soldier.” she shut him down pretty quickly. Mo Yeon turned to Yoo Ji and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he responded, sounding defeated.

“What did you need?”

“I need Lee Eun Ki’s medical records,” Yoo Ji asked, putting on her best innocent face that she can muster.

“You already got them before, why do you need them again?” Mo Yeon questioned.

“I think I missed something, the murder doesn’t fit either of the suspects and we have no other leads,” Yoo Ji said with a hint of desperation, this case was taking too long, Yoo Ji can’t wait until she is done with it. It’s going to be a bomb-ass article that’s for sure.

“I don't know where to do with either of you” Mo Yeon sighed as she went to the computer in the corner of the room and pulled out the medical records. Yoo JI looked at it again, squinting her eyes. Name, age, height, blah blah, illnesses, and diseases; congenital defect, broken bones, and hospital visits. Yoo Ji huffed and ran her hand in her hair.

“Mo Yeon, what counts as a congenital disorder? Usually, they identify it but they didn't include it,” Yoo Ji asked.

“We haven't researched all the congenital disorders, so they probably just classified it under congenital disorder without knowing specifically what the side effects are” Mo Yeon leaned towards the computer from behind Yoo Ji.

“The patient didn't exhibit any side effects, maybe they misdiagnosed” she shrugged.

Mo Yeon’s phone started ringing, she looked at it and sighed, she turned around and addressed Shi Jin, who was just watching Mo Yeon talk to Yoo Ji about the victim.

“I'll be back in two hours, so finish getting the IV and just wait. Try running away somewhere...” Mo Yeon lightly threatens. Shi Jin nodded obediently. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow. Mo Yeon left and immediately Shi Jin asked her when she was going to leave.

“You're going to do something illegal, aren't you?” she questioned.

“No, I am not going to do something illegal” he got his phone and looked at it. A few minutes later Gwang Nam walked in and looked at Yoo Ji with a smile.

“Alright, I get it. you didn't need to text him to come to get me out, whatever you're going to do, just don't get caught or killed. And tell me the details that you can later” Yoo Ji sighed and collected her bag and made her way to the door.

“As payback for my silence”, she opened the door and waved at them.

Gwang Nam caught up with Yoo Ji outside of the room. “Hey, wait up”

“Hm? I thought you were staying,” Yoo Ji responded, waiting for him to catch up to her.

“I can still walk you to your car.” he offered, Yoo Ji smiled and resumed walking again.

“How’s the case going?” Gwang Nam asked.

“It's going fine, were tailing two suspects, we have an idea of what the motive might be but it’s not all clear just yet”

“What do you mean? Something is not adding up?”

“Yeah, both our suspects don’t fit in the profile of how the murder happened, so either there’s a missing link or there’s a third suspect that was totally missing” Yoo Ji filled him in on the gist of what’s happening right now. Rae Wook and Hwa Dong were tailing the sister of the victim and the cousin respectively. Yoo Ji just had to find the motive and link it back to the murder.

“How did the victim die?” Gwang Nam asked as they got into the elevator.

“Blunt force trauma to the back of the head. No defensive wounds, only a couple on his hand but they were old and have no significance to the case.” she dismissed the small detail.

“So he knew his attacker then?”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything, both our suspects are related to him. Eun Yong is too meek and cowardly to hit him, and Young Won is an M.E. who has no history of violence” Yoo Ji paused, biting her lip, she watched as the numbers went down as they descended level by level.

“The victim is much stronger than his cousin, so I doubt it was the cousin” Yoo Ji groaned.

“I think there is something I am missing”

“Maybe the victim had a heart attack and tripped and hit his head” Gwang Nam joked lightly, trying to ease Yoo Ji. Yoo Ji paused her lip biting and looked at Gwang Nam with a new light.

“Actually… you might be right. I have to check something” Yoo Ji pulled out her phone and dialed Hwa Dong. Yoo Ji bid Gwang Nam goodbye again and told him she’ll call him if anything happens.

“Hello?” his voice called out as Yoo Ji got into her car.

“I think I found the connection between the insurance fraud and the murder”

“And what would that be?”

“Do you have visuals of the two suspects?” Yoo Ji went out to the bus stop in front of the hospital and waited for the next ride.

“Yes. What’s wrong? What did you find out?” Hwa Dong asked.

“The murder was an accident, I’ll tell you the details when I arrive, make the arrest for insurance fraud and accidental murder” she hung up and scanned her bus pass as she went to the police station.

The North Korean soldier is back with the secretary of state. The secretary opens the window and there's a sniper positioned to shoot the NK soldier in the heart. The lieutenant lunges at the secretary of state and gets shot at in a long rage. The secretary goes to meet the representative from South Korea and he gets arrested on his way out. It turns out that Lieutenant An and Shi Jin (including the Alpha team) conspired against the secretary of state and took over the snipers and were able to save Lieutenant An and found the password to the micro USB. Shi Jin scrambles to go back to the hospital before Doctor Kang finds out he left.

Yoo Ji was in the lobby talking with Doctor Song and Nurse Ha when she saw Myung Ju leaving the elevator when Myung Ju pivoted and hid behind a wall. Yoo Ji raised an eyebrow at her weird behavior. Yoo Ji hadn’t seen the first Lieutenant since the ’no nights and three days’ and she looks like she hasn’t had a good night's sleep. Yoo Ji was squinting, she was a little further away, but Myung Ju was pale and slumped her shoulders. Almost a minute after her eyes found Dae Young running out of the elevator looking frazzled and looking around. Yoo Ji’s eyes gravitated towards Myung Ju’s hiding spot. He stopped and turned around and stood right behind Myung Ju’s shadow.

“What do you think is happening between those two?” Nurse Ha asked leaning against the wall.

“From what I can tell...They had a fight, and First Lieutenant Yoon broke up with him. But it was for Sergeant First Class Seo's sake.” Doctor Song said cryptically.

“That’s oddly specific” Yoo Ji responded, but he seems to be right (bc the directors were laughing the background)

“That's why First Lieutenant Yoon can't lose. Because First Lieutenant Yoon is a good woman.” he continued, looking dreamily into Nurse Ha’s eyes, ignoring Yoo Ji completely. She didn't mind, she was in a good mood. She finally closed the Armadillo case and she had two days off. It was amazing breaking it down to Hwa Dong and Rae Wook.

“From what I can tell...Sergeant First Class Seo knows where First Lieutenant Yoon is hiding. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. He wants to hold onto her but he doesn't. Because Sergeant First Class Seo is a good man.” Nurse Ha stated, responding to Doctor Song’s deductions.

“What are you doing this evening? If nothing special, come shopping with me.” Doctor Song closed his little container of almonds while looking so serious that it made Yoo Ji chuckle at the hilariousness of it.

“What are you buying?” Nurse Ha asked. Yoo Ji laughed and waved them goodbye, she headed up to meet up with Gwang Nam.

Time skip and Mo Yeon go to hang out with Shi Jin for the night and they fall asleep watching a movie.

#dots #DotS wip #dotm #Descendants of the Sun #descendants of the sun fanfic #descendants of the moon #kdrama #kdramas #kdrama fanfics #kdrama fanfic #kdrama fic #halie writes #ahn bo hyun #ahnbohyun #ahn bohyun #Yoo Ji (OC)

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jonsa101 · 5 years ago

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Max Goodwin and Helen Sharpe Addressing Their Situationship Head On.

Y’all I’m so sorry that I’m uploading this super last minute. Last week was so busy for me and this past weekend I got sidetracked by Succession’s season 2 finale. Quick side note; Succession is the best TV show this DECADE!!! As an avid TV lover, I don’t say this lightly. I’m still living off the incredible high/ adrenaline rush from the season finale. NOTHING streaming or on broadcast television compares to it right now. NOTHING!!!! The writing, the cast, the score. It is absolutely incomparable and a fucking masterpiece. If you haven’t already, please do yourself a favor and watch this show!!

Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let’s talk about my second favorite show on TV right now and my FAVORITE TV COUPLE. Last week’s episode will probably go down as one of my favorite sharpwin moments thus far. In my opinion, the biggest takeaway you should have from this moment is that this is the first glimpse of Max and Helen talking about their relationship WITHOUT SUBTEXT!! This is huge considering that everything in regards to addressing their obvious romantic feelings for each has been filled with subtext.

Unbeknownst to both of them, a major shift has occurred in their relationship where they both seem comfortable enough to be this direct about their “situationship.” In a weird way, there’s a sense of freedom and liberty in their dialogue specifically when it comes to discussing “them” that they didn't have before and as I was watching their argument/conversation unfold, I couldn’t help but think I was watching a couple finally coming out to the open, freely discussing their relationship. In every sense of the word, this conversation shares the same brushstrokes of the conversation they had last season in episode 17 but the dynamic is completely different. In season 1 episode 17, Max and Helen mastered the art of saying so much to each other about their relationship without saying much at all. Anything more than that would have been inappropriate for the mere fact that Georgia was still in the picture. For this past episode though, this was not the case at all! Max literally has gone from beating around the bush with “What if I want you?” to boldly declaring “I can’t do this without you!” to Helen. Helen has gone from “You’ve come to me with these inspiring completely impossible demands and I don’t know who I’m supposed to be” to “You push me away and expect me to understand and then you need me and use your feelings as leverage?” to Max.

Y’all!!! THE GROWTH!

This is the most direct either of them has ever been when it comes to their relationship and in a sense, the political correctness/politeness has dropped off. Max has no qualms in telling Helen that he needs her and that he essentially wants her to put him first and Helen has no problem shutting Max down and calling Max out on his b.s and his blatant disregard for her boundaries.

Seeing this dynamic between them is such a breath of fresh air and to me makes their unspoken relationship all the more tangible. What I saw Tuesday night wasn’t an argument between two platonic friends but an argument between two people who are deeply in love with each other and are finally addressing said issues in their relationship since the accident.

Quick side note: Can I just say how much I stan Helen Sharpe?! She truly shined this past episode and I have always admired her no-nonsense attitude and her ability to set healthy boundaries for herself with Max. Not gonna lie, in a previous meta last season, I wrote about my worries on Helen taking on Max as her patient again. I didn’t like it for the mere fact that it seemingly looked like she was saying to hell with the boundaries she had previously set for her benefit. There’s a reason why doctors don’t treat their loved ones and as their relationship clearly shifted from friendship to something deeper, I felt her role as his doctor needed to shift as well. I’m so glad that seems to be the case in season 2. Though Valentina is a pain in the ass, I’m glad that Helen isn’t directly over his treatment anymore and more importantly, despite love, I’m glad that Helen continually chooses her emotional and professional well being. It says so much about who she is as a woman and sets the precedent for her and Max to truly have a healthy relationship. Like I’ve always said, Max is the type of person who likes to have his cake and eat it too. Until the accident, everything has seemingly always worked out for him and he’s never had to sacrifice/make tough decisions to get what he wants. If you’re not careful, Max (not maliciously but unintentionally) can clearly take advantage cause most people to bend to his will. He’s done it in previous relationships (cough* cough* Georgia) but Helen is not the one to play with. He challenges her and that’s why they’re so perfectly matched. She’s his equal.

Moving on, let’s dive back into this meta and dive in a little bit deeper into their dialogue:

“I’m not fully here...apart of me is still on that ambulance.”

“I can’t talk to you because I’m trying to spare you. I don’t want you to feel this. I don’t want you to experience this...and it’s not fair.”

What Max says to Helen in both of these moments is incredibly loaded and there two major things that I want to address.

This is a classic example of the Declaration of Protection trope.

The motivation behind his “protection” is two-fold. One is to spare her his grief and the second is him wanting to give her his full self because that’s what she deserves!!!

The Declaration of Protection trope usually involves the main character and a love interest and one of the main complications that usually occurs in this trope is that the person they’re trying to protect usually doesn't need nor have they asked for protection.

This is clearly being played out here and once again goes to show that New Amsterdam has continuously set these individuals up to be endgame. For me, regardless of what anyone says I always trust the narrative and what’s being showcased on screen. Secondly, when you tie these two pieces of dialogue together, this is the summary of what Max was saying to Helen.

Max is conveying to Helen here that he is a broken man. He is a shell of the person he used to be before the accident. He doesn’t want to talk to her because he doesn’t want her to share in his grief and experience his pain. He loves her too much and values their relationship too much to let himself do that. Most importantly, he doesn’t want to bring a shell of himself into their relationship because it’s not fair to her and she doesn’t deserve that. If anything he wants to be fully there! FULLY PRESENT FOR HER because that’s what she deserves.

Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t Max trying to jump head in first into a new relationship but this is Max unquestionably telling Helen that their relationship matters deeply to him and that he doesn’t want to bring his brokenness into it. To me, the dialogue makes what Max is trying to convey clear as day and all but confirms it when Helen responds with

“None of this is fair. We just tossed fair out the window. Max when you need me I’m here for you, for all of it.”

This whole conversation is so beautiful because, in spite of what Max just said, Helen reaffirms him and essentially says that she’s all in with him. She doesn’t need his protection. She is here for both the good and the bad and is willing to go on this journey with him in the midst of his brokenness.

Y’ALL!! HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THAT?!

Their first deeply honest, in-depth conversation about their situationship is literally breaking ground for a fully developed and whole relationship in the future. The best thing about it was that it didn’t have subtext and for the first time ever when it comes to them, they got to the heart of their issues! Cheers to that and let's hope we get to see so much more of that this season.

Again apologies that I’m literally putting this out at the 99th hour but it’s better late than never. Lol! Tell me your thoughts! What did you think of last Tuesday's episode? Tagging everyone who wanted to be tagged @abriaashley @bowtothepapergods @lizbeth-perry @liveuncensored @megafriedyouthcollectorblog @grizzee11 @raejustrae @diamonndsannpearls

#new amsterdam #sharpwin

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tomiyeee · 5 years ago

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finished the story quests for bl3 (but barely any of the side missions yet) and i got...Opinions(tm)

(sorry if this doesn’t cut on mobile! also if you want to hide spoilers i’m tagging all my bl3 posts as “bl3 spoilers” so ny’all can blacklist it)

in no particular order:

i honestly wanted to give gearbox some slack and try my best to like this game bc i know people had probably unfairly high expectations for this game given all the build up, but they really just kept letting me down in everything but the graphics

said this before but overall, the characters are all Quite lackluster

^^ tyreen and troy included. adding the word "bitch" to every sentence does not automatically make it funnier

that being said, i super love their backstory + relationship with typhon/nekofeyo-whatever

the character designs are equally boring. moxxi was the only one who got a real improvement imo. lilith and maya are okay. rhys...i dont think i have to explain. lia...i dislike her hair; the black felt like it balanced out her design better and the white streak was interesting and cool but full white just looks bad tbh. zer0 feels less sleek and more bulky which doesnt fit him much. tina lost her pretty color palette and cute outfit. where are all the bright pretty color palettes in general???? there are other colors besides brown and black???? use them?????

ending of pre-sequel: “you will need all the vault hunters you can get” me: “ooh does that mean all the vh’s from previous games are back? i can’t wait to see everyone meet each other! :D” bl3: only nine of them come back, 3 of them die, the rest are involved in maybe one mission at most

boss fights. super. boring. and tedious. i mean this could be partly because i was playing on ps4 which made it extra not fun but if the only reason the fight is difficult is because they have a lot of health...it's not fun or challenging. i want fights like handsome jack with interesting mechanics. i want fights like angel with emotional impact. i want fights like the pre-sequel final boss that i forgot the name of with variation that isnt just "now they have an attack that shines bright lights in ur eyes, covers the whole arena, and can knock you down in one hit im looking at you traunt and killavolt". tyreens fight was the only one that i somewhat enjoyed because of this. all the others were just like "ughhhh again?"

im really enjoying melee amara playstyle. taking out badass enemies in four hits is my jam. this is just my fallout 4 playthrough all over again babey heck yea

typhon just wanted to be a good dad!!! he called tyreen starlight which is adorable!!! he did the best he could and tyreen hated him for it!!! i don’t blame either of them for that tbh, it makes sense from both their perspectives. tyreen definitely should have been more understanding, but she’s a dick so :/ (not saying this is a writing flaw, just a character flaw)

hammerlock needs higher standards in men but i really appreciate the undeniably in-your-face "fuck you" to all gamer dudes

i really. hate. how little the player character seems to matter in the story. in pre-sequel the vh's all had unique dialogue AND npcs would respond, sometimes even with character-specific lines. even when it was the same across vh's, it still felt like the npcs were interacting and speaking directly to them. the player character felt like a character of their own, rather than just a vessel for the player to do quests and kill enemies with or an errand runner for the important characters. i thought that was the direction they were going in with bl3 too but this just feels like bl2 only worse. there’s a separation again between you and the story and it feels like you’re just watching things happen. now ur not just a silent protagonist, but instead your a speaking protagonist who gets completely ignored. whats the point of including unique dialogue if it's not even acknowledged beyond an "uh-huh, moving on"?

sometimes the logic just feels kinda dumb. the twins killed/disabled maya and lilith in a heartbeat, they can literally disintegrate the most powerful beings in the universe, but the vault hunters? absolutely not. they must fight them for 40 minutes and then die.

after the fight with troy, no one even touched tyreen. there's no way they could have thought "yup she's definitely dead, no need to shoot her in the head or anything just to make sure. we didn't do anything to even hurt her, we just assumed." turns out she's 100% alive and gets up to start the apocalypse. who'da thunk! i know they wanted the end to seem more dramatic but it just seems stupid that they could have stopped tyreen like 5 missions earlier had they even the slightest bit of common sense.

lilith was one of the biggest threats to tyreen and troy's whole plan. of course they should leave her alive and simply steal her powers. let's kill the monk siren instead.

i know they didn't include this to give all players a fair experience instead of favoring sirens, but it kinda sucks playing a siren character and it's just completely ignored outside of ur action skill. tyreen and troy are sapping siren powers left and right, but they choose to leave you with yours. when you enter the eridian place with typhon tannis starts glowing because it has "something to do with sirens". what about the one standing right next to her? this applies to bl2 as well...jack i would willingly charge ur vault key for u pls why do u take lilith instead :'(

oh yeah speaking of tannis! i LOVE that she got angels powers. for some reason it just makes me really happy. maybe it's bc i think it's sweet that part of angel survived. maybe it's because it makes for cool fanart. maybe it's just cool. idk. also like that we got a solid explanation of what angel's powers were (influence over technology). i always thought her having control over it in bl2 might've been cuz it was hyperion tech and she had access to it same as she had access to the satellite from bl1. it wasn't super clear since it seemed like she could also materialize things like the ammo during her fight.

that also reminds me: all the dramatic reveals in this game felt kinda badly done.

the very first one with zer0/katagawa. like the whole time i was walking around looking for him i was trying to think why he might've turned/something must have happened to him or rhys. everyone was saying it was undeniably zer0. i finally meet him and take one look at his bright ass maliwan armor and its like. really. you couldnt have made it anymore obvious that thats not zer0. and then his helmet gets knocked off and surprise! it's not him. i totally didnt already figure that out with one glance 10 seconds ago. (maybe even earlier when you got glimpses of him around the building but i always missed it cuz i was looking at the fish tanks n shit)

also the tannis reveal. she was speaking to me in the same way that only known siren characters could. weird unexplained things were happening and seemed to be related to tannis. i wonder if she's a siren? surprise! she's a siren.

tyreen and troy knew about the great vault through some unknown means. typhon was talking about having a son and a daughter who he told stories about the great vault. typhon calls tyreen his daughter a while later and lilith acts surprised like honey ur a little slow, i figured that out several lines ago.

basically i'm not saying they were so obvious that i knew from the beginning of the game; i only figured them out a little before they were outright stated. but it was enough that it kinda ruined the effect and the characters acting surprised only when it was blatantly spelled out for them just made it annoying.

i feel like most of this is pretty negative, but i don’t mean that i hate the game and was miserable playing it. it was honestly okay...like i said i wanted to like it, but gearbox hates me specifically and killed/ruined all my faves just to spite me sooo...*waves hand back and forth in a sort of “ehhh” gesture*. i think my opinion on bl games from most to least fav would be: tftbl, bltps, bl2, bl3, and bl1. so it’s not the worst, but deeefinitely not one of my faves. i mean jack’s not in it (or if he is he doesn’t have a big role) so it’s already at a huge disadvantage. the ending was ok, it was all dramatic n stuff and it kinda makes sense i guess, but it was just about as okay as the rest of the game really. i don’t hate it but it’s not great either yknow?

#equishit #bl3 spoilers

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tmarie82 · 6 years ago

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Three Little Words

Pairing: Rye x Eris Huang

Book: The Heist: Monaco

Word Count: ~2,800

Rating: NSFW

Author’s Note: This fic has been in my head for a while now and I never had the chance to actually write it, but in honor of the final Th:M chapter this week I decided it was finally time. This takes place right after chapter 10 when Eris and MC find out that Rye contributed to Ansel’s setup and ultimately Eris’s imprisonment several years ago.

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The house was dark and quiet, eerily vacant as Rye sat alone in the shadows leaning forward on the couch and resting his head in his hands. He was thankful that the rest of the crew had chosen tonight to go out and explore the town, leaving him in peace with his thoughts. Well, most of the crew at least … the other two members, the ones currently consuming his guilt-ridden thoughts, were off together consoling each other. Consoling each other over the biggest mistake he’d made in his entire life.

Looking back, he should have known better than to trust Ansel … he’d always felt there was something off with that weasel of a man. But as a member of their team at the time, a supposed ally, Rye wanted to believe him when he offered to help him get his mother to a safer place. He let his emotions get in the way of his judgement, and now here he was. Rye sighed deeply, rubbing his palms over his short hair as he hung his head. He felt stupid and betrayed, ashamed of his actions … but mostly he felt remorse for hurting the two people he cared most about in this world. The two people that he’d chosen to be his family over the years … and he didn’t even tell them the truth when he had the chance. And the one who had unknowingly stolen his heart had taken the fall for it.

He was startled from his thoughts by a commotion, the departed team members busting through the front door shouting back and forth aggressively. He stood abruptly, prepared to jump in if needed, but they were all too busy to notice him lurking in the darkness. No one paid him any attention standing along the perimeter, observing them as they threw out accusations and excuses. It didn’t take long for the big boss herself to show up, Fallon swiftly interjecting and calmly asking each member for details of the incident. Of course she didn’t come in alone, and Rye’s gaze quickly found the one he was waiting for hovering in the corner.

Eris stood by quietly, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall watching the scene unfold. She looked tired, Rye noticed … her normal playful sarcastic persona tucked away, buried beneath the layers of sadness that he glimpsed in her eyes. She didn’t see him at first, her eyes trained on the group, but as Rye made his way around the room towards her she noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye. She immediately went on the defensive, straightening her shoulders and setting her face in a blank expression as she pretended to watch the chaos.

“Eris …” he whispered in a soft pleading tone. He stood directly in front of her, blocking her view of the scene, uncaring of what anyone would say or think as he lifted an arm to cup her elbow in his palm. She flinched at his touch and immediately shifted away from his grasp. Rye tried to reassure himself that it was for discretion, so no one would suspect their secret relationship they’d kept a secret for this long. The other option pained him too much to even contemplate.

“Eris, please … can we talk?” He tried again, but she continued to avoid his stare.

Squeezing past him, Eris mumbled a breathy retort as she tried to make her escape. “I’ll be fine, Rye.” He could hear the bitterness in her tone, knowing very well that she was far from fine. He trailed behind her out of the living room, the rest of the group so engaged in their heated dialogue that they never even noticed they were missing two key members.

Rye followed quietly behind her, watching her petite figure walk rigidly down the hall towards the staircase leading towards the lower level. He could see the tension visible in her neck and shoulders, her muscles clenched beneath the straps of her white tank top. She cut a sharp corner into the sunroom overlooking the pool and headed straight towards the wet bar. “Can’t take a hint, can you? I was trying to find somewhere I could be alone.” She didn’t even lift her head to acknowledge him as she poured a generous serving of Stoli into an empty glass. Bringing the crystal to her lips and swallowing about a third of the glass, she set it back down to refill it before finally turning her body towards him.

Rye felt her dark eyes boring into his own, the fiery anger evident in her gaze. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth in an attempt to reason with her. “Just give me a chance. Let me explain-“

“You don’t need to explain!” Eris spat out, interrupting him mid sentence. “I understand why you did it, I know about your mom. I know you wouldn’t have done it to hurt us.” She took a long draw of her drink, exhaling slowly as she dropped her eyes and set her glass down. Running a finger along the rim of her drink and avoiding his stare, her next words came out in a shaky whisper. “What I don’t know is why you didn’t tell me?” As the last words slipped from her tongue she met his gaze, her eyes shining in the dim light with unshed tears.

The image nearly took his breath away, as if someone had punched him in the gut and knocked the air from his lungs. This strong woman, fierce and brave and unselfish in ways he would never be worthy of, was on the verge of tears … and it was all his fault. “I wanted to tell you the truth, so many times …”

The fire reappeared, her eyes burning into him as she wiped the moisture away before it ever had a chance to fall. “Really? But what, you didn’t have the chance?” She took long determined strides across the room, placing her hands on her hips as her petite frame stopped within inches of his. “How about before you sweet-talked me back into your bed again? Or one of those many nights after you fucked me, maybe? It would have been entertaining for you to explain how many different ways you’ve actually fucked me over the years.” Her eyes burned into his, her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily with frustration.

Rye raised his hands to cup her upper arms, desperately seeking any way to comfort her. “It wasn’t like that, you know that’s not-“

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Eris recoiled at his touch, jumping backwards in disgust. She released a screaming growl, shaking out her arms as she began pacing down the length of the room. Suddenly she stopped, twirling in place to face him head on, her face knitted in a fierce scowl. “I sacrificed myself. I went to jail for you. And you didn’t even have the decency to tell me that you were the one who sent me there.”

“I know …” How could be even respond to that? He dropped his head, unable meet her gaze as the shame crippled him. “I wanted to, I had it all planned out …”

“Why Rye …” She was closer now, only a few feet away, her voice trembling as the tears welled up in her eyes. This time she didn’t try to fight them, she allowed them to spill over her lids and stream down her cheeks. Rye resisted the urge to reach out and pull her close, to wipe the tears away and kiss the damp skin left behind. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked again, her words coming out in a choked sob.

Rye stood up straight, focused on her face as he finally allowed his confession to come tumbling out. “I was going to tell you when you came back. I had it all planned out … but when you came to me that first night you showed me all the things I would lose when I told you the truth. You reminded me how much I needed you in my life. And every day since then, I felt myself falling further and further … until I was so far gone that I couldn’t go back.”

“So you’re saying you were afraid you’d lose your fuck buddy. I’m sure you could have found another-“

“I’m saying I fell in love with you, Eris.” Rye interjected, his tone firm and direct. “You have to know that this was never just about the sex. Not for me, at least.”

Eris blinked once, twice, her eyes wide in disbelief until she shook her head to shake off any hint of emotion trying creep in. Then her eyes narrowed, all the hurt and anger bubbling to the surface. “Don’t do that Rye! Don’t play dirty and throw out heartfelt confessions to try to smooth this over. That isn’t going to work!” She shifted away, turning her head to the side to hide the tears that threatened to fall again.

“I’m not playing a game here, Eris. It’s the truth.” Rye’s voice was low, pleading and honest as he allowed all the guilt and emotions to spill from him after months, no, years of holding them inside. He lifted his hand, tucking his finger under her chin ever-so-gently to tilt her eyes up towards him. “I’m in love with you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I understand if you never forgive me for the things that I’ve done, for the things that I never said until it was too late …” he rubbed his thumb lightly across her jaw, catching a single tear against the pad of his thumb as it rolled down her cheek, “but you need to know. I’m so sorry, for everything.”

Eris remained frozen in place as her eyes flickered between his, a million thoughts swirling through her head, an ache forming in her chest. She released a soft exhale, the air slowly streaming past her lips until she finally spoke the words she kept repeating to herself over and over. “I hate you.”

Rye swallowed hard, taking a step away and dropping his eyes to the ground at his feet. “I understand. And I don’t blame you.”

Eris took a step forward, closing the newfound space between them. “No, Rye. I really hate you.” Her voice was a soft growl, a rumbling noise emitted from the back of her throat through clenched teeth.

Rye glanced up at her, her face poised in a snarl and her cheeks wet with tears again. Rye felt the sting in his own eyes, unable to hold back any longer as he watched her begin to unravel before him. “I’m so sorry.”

Eris slammed her fist into his chest, catching him by surprise for a moment until he felt the second blow, and then the third. “I hate you!” She roared, her voice nearly a yell, only muffled by the tightness in her throat as she sobbed between hits. Rye raised his arms to brace himself, trying to grasp her tiny flailing wrists in his palms. “I hate you! I hate you!”

“Eris … Eris stop … Stop!” Rye finally gripped one wrist and then the other, holding her arms tightly against his chest as she fought and struggled against his strength. He held her firmly in place, the tears falling freely down his face as he felt her pushing and pulling and fighting … until she stilled. Just for a moment, he tilted his head down to meet her gaze, her eyes glistening as she peered up at him with a vulnerability he had never seen before.

In an instant she tugged him flush against her, surging forward on her tiptoes to press her lips against his in a demanding kiss. Rye startled at first, but his body responded instinctively as she slipped her tongue into his mouth to massage his own. With a low groan he released her from his grasp, his hands dropping to grip her waist as she looped her arms around his neck. Her head fell back as his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh at the base and making her moan at the sensation. “I hate you. I hate you.” She repeated the phrase over and over, trying to convince her mind of the truth as her body betrayed her.

Rye gripped the hem of her tank, tugging it down in one swift movement and dipping his head to take her pink bud between his lips. He alternated licking and tugging it, the mixture of pleasure and pain stoking the heat within her belly. She curled her fingers around the crown of his head, arching her back into him as she repeated those three little words again. “I hate you. I hate you.”

Rye unfastened the laces of her black jeans, sliding them down over her curves and pulling them from her legs as he continued to roll her nipple in his mouth. He dropped his hand to find the dampness soaking through the thin cotton of her panties, emitting a rumbling growl as he stroked her through the fabric. He allowed his mouth to travel lower, kissing the bare flesh across her belly as he hooked his thumbs around the garment and tugged them down her legs. Eris squirmed against his fingers, her body buzzing with a torturous tension and desperate for release. “I hate you.” She moaned again, a low seductive purr. “I hate you.”

As soon as she was bare she pulled him to stand upright, her mouth meeting his in a fervent kiss as her hands worked the fly of his pants. Quickly freeing his erection, she stroked him in her palm, rolling her thumb across the tip and spreading the bead of moisture around the head. With a primal grunt, Rye gripped her by the thighs and lifted her, then slammed her against the wall with a loud thud.

”Unh!” Eris moaned at the impact into his mouth, her hand sliding between their bodies and gripping him in her hand. “I hate you.” She muttered as she guided him to line up at her entrance. “Unh fuck!” She cried out as he slid his entire length inside of her, filling the many voids inside of her in so many delicious ways.

Rye rocked his hips against her at a unrelenting rhythm, pouring all of his frustrations and regrets into the forceful movements as if it would muffle the guilt he felt inside. “I hate you. I h-hate you.” Eris choked out her words as the pleasure and pain overtook her, the pressure building and the emotions rising until the dam broke and it all came rushing out at once. “I love you!” She sobbed as her orgasm hit her, tears streaming down her face as the three little words echoed in the air. Infused with a newfound vigor, Rye’s thrusts became harder and more erratic until he finally burst, his cock twitching repeatedly as he emptied himself inside of her.

The two remained pressed together as their breathing steadied and Rye gently set her down, both afraid to separate for what came next. Eventually Eris pushed him away, his smell and the touch of his hands clouding her judgement as she tried to process what had just happened. Rye’s eyes flickered over her features … the tiny freckles dotting her cheeks that were only visible up close, her dark lashes damp and beaded with residual tears, the slow inhale and exhale of air as her breathing whistled through the tiny gap between her full rosy lips. He allowed himself to stare without reservations, to memorize every minute detail of this beautiful woman … before he lost his chance.

Squeezing her way around his broad frame, Eris retrieved her clothing from the floor where he had discarded them. Rye watched silently as she dressed, keeping her back to him as she stood upright. He observed as she ran her hand across her forehead, massaging her temples and running her fingers through her short platinum hair. When she finally turned to meet his stare, her face was blank and emotionless. No sign of anger, no residue of tears, no hint of affection.

“This doesn’t change anything.” She said sternly, no sign of emotion in her steely gaze.

Rye nodded. There were no words left to be said.

“The others will wonder where we’ve gone. I’ll go first, you follow in a few minutes.” The instructions came out smoothly, a routine exchange between professionals. Nothing more. With one final glance at her clothing and a deep breath, Eris was gone without a second glance to her former lover.

Rye waited patiently for three minutes before he followed, just as he was told. At this point his obedience was the only apology left to be had.

END

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fortunatelylori · 6 years ago

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JONSA: The infamous “undermine me” scene

About a week ago @jonsa101 posted a meta regarding the “undermine me” scene in season 7 (episode 1).

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She discusses this particular exchange between Jon and Sansa:

Jon: You are my sister but I am king now.

Sansa: Will you start wearing a crown? (Sansa Snark is in the house, guys!)

Jon: When you question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies, you undermine me.

In the meta she identifies the “undermine me” line as a romantic trope that she’s seen play out in many different contexts. If you guys haven’t read the meta yet, please go and read it. @jonsa101 always has some very interesting interpretations and theories regarding the show and I really enjoy her meta work.

I was already planning on discussing this scene in detail as part of my upcoming series on all the Jonsa scenes but since she tagged me in the meta, I thought I’d discuss it now.

I have to say that after reading her post, I had a look at lists of romantic tropes as well as my favorite research source – youtube – in order to try and find similar examples of the “undermine me” line. I’m afraid I came out empty on this one.

However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that whether or not you identify this particular line as a trope, the whole exchange between them ticks a lot of romantic tropes off the list as I’ll show below.

This is one of the things that always bothers me about people calling Jonsa shippers delusional. Even if Jonsa never becomes canon, it’s very much a fact that the writers are playing with romantic expectations in all of their scenes. You can’t swing a stick in the direction of these two without one trope or another hitting you smack in the face. So at the very least, Jonsa shippers are responding to these visual and storytelling devices. Hardly a delusion.

For the interests of this meta I will focus strictly on the tropes used in this particular scene, which considering that it’s only 3 minutes long, I was shocked to find out is more than 1. For reference, I’m working off the list of romantic tropes found here as well as use the explanation they give for each of them. When you have the time, check it out. It’s like an Easter Egg Hunt for Jonsas.

Like an Old Married Couple: These two people are very close and tend to bicker with each other.

This is where I would actually place the “undermine me” line. In fact this is where I would put this entire exchange:

Jon: You are my sister but I am king now.

Sansa: Will you start wearing a crown?

Jon: When you question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies, you undermine me.

Sansa: I can’t question your decisions anymore?

Jon: Of course you can but …

Sansa: Joffery never let anyone question his authority. Do you think he was a good king?

Ahem … guys, I reeeally don’t think you’re fighting over what you think you’re fighting over. Also can you air your dirty married laundry in private? You’re making everyone uncomfortable!

Now, Like an Old Married Couple is usually served with a generous helping of the Belligerent Sexual Tension and/or Unresolved Sexual Tension tropes on the side. Which would explain the seemingly random insert of Joffery in this whole conversation (there’s more to it than that but more on that later). I mean doesn’t every girl compare her brother to her ex-boyfriend? Isn’t that a thing that people do all the time?

The thing that is very interesting here is the way these two are operating. There’s nothing really sibling-like about this interaction. This is two partners having a fight.

But this is where it gets interesting. Because this exchange is followed by another trope:

Aww, Look! They Really Do Love Each Other: No matter how much they fight, they really do care about each other very much.

Jon: You think I’m Joffery?

Sansa: You’re as far from Joffery as anyone I’ve ever met.

Jon: Thank you!

Throughout my series on the Jon/D*ny romance (X) (X) (X) (X) (X), I kept talking about how Jon and Dany never seem to reach a consensus or resolve anything in any of their fights. Every Jonsa scene comes in direct contrast to that. It isn’t the absence of fighting that makes a couple work, it’s them being able to resolve and move on from a fight that does. And this is where this trope comes in. No matter how hard Jon and Sansa have a go at each other, you are never left in any doubt that they care about one another.

But there’s more …

Dismissing a Compliment: A character doesn't believe something nice their Love Interest tells them.

Sansa: You’re good at this, you know.

Jon: At what?

Sansa: At ruling.

Jon: No …

Sansa: You are. (beat) You are.

Why don’t you say it again, Sans? I don’t think he heard you the last two times …

Sansa: They respect you. They really do …

Ok, ok. Sheesh! Are we also going to talk about how cute his hair looks today and how dreamy his eyes are?

This is followed by the hyper-analyzed “but” lines:

Sansa: … but you have to … Why are you laughing?

Jon: What did father used to say? Everything before the word but is horseshit.

This may or may not have plot implications later on but for the purposes of what we’re analyzing here, the point I’m trying to make is that Jon is dismissing every nice thing Sansa has said about him and focuses only on the word “but”. Because he’s Jon Snow … You can’t pin a compliment on this guy to save your life.

Also …

Laugh of Love: The tendency to laugh when in the presence of your Love Interest.

(no idea who made this. sorry but thank you!)

As well as pretty much every other scene he has with her. Either Sansa is a proficient stand-up comedian or Jon is just really, really happy whenever he’s around her, even when he’s angry at her. Totally platonic, guys! Nothing to see here!

Caught the Heart on His Sleeve: Ship Tease moment where one partner grabs the other partner's arm/sleeve.

(gif credit to @baelerion)

Complete with Jon looking down to see Sansa touching him either because his senses are overloaded or because he can’t feel anything through the thick sleeve of the jacket Sansa most likely made for him. Also notice that this is described as a ship tease. We’re teased all right …

Sigh of Love: Sighing dreamily when in the presence of or thinking about your Love Interest.

And because Jon can’t let Sansa steal the spotlight on this one:

(gif credit to @baelerion)

This is not a competition but if it were, Jon would win. Sorry, Sans! His is longer and deeper. Still love you though!

And lastly ….

Like Parent, Like Spouse: A character's Love Interest is similar to one of their parents, be it in looks or personality.

In every god damn episode they have together and also here:

In conclusion, for those at home not keeping count, that’s 7 tropes used in a 3 minute scene. Is it any small wonder this might seem familiar to people? Either way you want to slice it, you have seen these visual and narrative cues in other stories. Tropes don’t become tropes because no one ever used them.

Now I did title this meta “the infamous undermine me scene” for a reason. That’s because this scene, as almost all Jonsa scenes, has three layers that are all thrown at the audience simultaneously. Two of these layers are good, one of these layers is BAD. Let’s see if you guess which is which:

What the characters are fighting about

This is where the whole text vs. subtext analysis comes in. Ideally, any scene in any story you ever read or watch, should have both a surface level as well as subtext. Now and again you will get scenes, out of necessity, that are simply what they say on the tin but writers are actively dissuaded from doing this on the whole. It would be very boring and frankly poor storytelling if subtext was non-existent and people simply talked at each other, complete with an accurate, objective narrative on what they’re saying and why they’re saying it. To put it simply, it wouldn’t be a satisfying journey for the audience.

So what is the surface level? Well, this is a direct follow-up to the preceding scene where Jon pardons Alice and Ned and Sansa argues against it. The argument got pretty heated between the two of them so now we’re given a scene where we can see the resolution of said argument.

What you should keep in mind at this stage is how that argument ended:

Sansa: They died fighting for Ramsay. Give the castles to the families of the men who died fighting for you.

Jon: […] I will not punish a son for his father’s sins and I will not take a family home away from a family it has belonged to for centuries. That is my decision and my decision is final.

Check-mate, as they say. Jon won that argument. He is the king and he made his decision. Case closed. On a purely surface level, that argument was finalized. We didn’t really need the “undermine me” scene unless we attempt to infer things that are no presented to us directly.

Which brings us to …

What the characters are really fighting about

Jon: You are my sister but I am king now.

Sansa: Will you start wearing a crown?

Jon: When you question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies, you undermine me.

The question here is why does Jon feel undermined? I think the answer is not because he doesn’t want Sansa questioning his decisions, as she seems to believe. Nor is it because he suspects some sort of nefarious ulterior motive (we’ll leave that for that pesky 3rd layer we’ll talk about shortly).

We all know Jon values dialogue and collaboration. What we also know is that whatever Sansa says affects him very deeply. You can deduce this from their scenes but, for confirmation, we also have Kit saying that Sansa “twists” Jon. So we can assume that their argument hurts him in some way and even though he put his foot down during the meeting, he still feels the need to clarify the issue with her which is why they’re having the conversation.

Now people have pointed out that, as one of his vassals, Sansa has every right to question him publicly. The problem is that’s not how Jon sees her. He very distinctly separates Sansa from the rest of his court. And since we already had the “we need to trust each other” scene at the end of season 6, I think it’s safe to assume that he sees the two of them as a unit that is supposed to be on the same page so the fact that Sansa speaks out against him in public, instead of privately, feels like a betrayal.

There’s also his character and history to consider. Jon has never been the kind of person to take criticism very well, mostly because he’s felt unworthy and rejected all his life. And now he’s gone from the Bastard of Winterfell to King in the North in the span of a few months. That would leave just about anyone feeling uncertain of how much people truly trust their judgement.

However, if there’s one thing you learn sooner or later, is that there are two sides to every story. That’s why it’s never a good idea to side with one party whenever couples fight.

Because if we look at things from Sansa’s perspective, you can see how she might feel dismissed. The fact of the matter is Jon isn’t the world’s greatest communicator and failed to talk his decision over with Sansa before announcing it to the Council, which in turn makes Sansa feel sidelined, hence her aggressive snark and Joffrey digs. And we get an explanation of that here:

Sansa: He [Ned] was trying to protect us. He never wanted us to see how dirty the world really is but father couldn’t protect me and neither can you. So stop trying.

Sansa is operating under a false assumption as well. Jon looks at their argument and feels undermined. Sansa looks at Jon avoiding her counsel and thinks that he does it because he sees her as his little sister that is in need of protection.

Now Jon, bless his heart, does try to put Sansa in the little sister box at times but he fails at it miserably, partly because Sansa doesn’t let him and partly because what he needs from her is very far removed from what sisters usually provide.

So there they are … two “siblings” stuck on a balcony having a lovers quarrel. Just another day at Winterfell.

Which brings us to what I like to call …

The “D&D screwing with us” layer

Why do I say that the writers are screwing with us in this scene? Well, because of this:

Sansa: Joffery never let anyone question his authority. Do you think he was a good king?

There is absolutely no reasonable explanation for why they felt the need to bring Joffery, one of the worst people this show has ever inflicted on us, in this conversation. Firstly, because there is no parallel to be drawn between Jon and Joffery in this situation. For one, if Joffrey was the king here, Alice and Ned’s heads would be decorating the walls. They would certainly not have been brought back into the fold which is what Jon has done for them. Secondly, since Jon is very much talking his head off to Sansa at the moment, it’s pretty obvious that he isn’t above explaining his reactions.

What she says is, honestly, incredibly insulting which is why she backtracks out of it as quickly as the writers would allow:

Jon: Do you think I’m Joffrey?

Sansa: You’re as far from Joffrey as anyone I’ve ever met. (all the while looking extremely guilty)

If the mention is here in order to clue us in on the fact that Sansa views Jon as something other than her brother, by comparing him to the only person she’s ever had romantic feelings for, there’s again no need for that. Seven romantic tropes in one 3-minute scene is more than enough to get that point across.

So why do the writers have her say this? I would argue that this mention is in here in order to advance the “darkSansa” agenda, particularly since this is a scene where Jon says he feels undermined by her twice.

It doesn’t matter that Sansa backtracks on the Joffrey fiasco, it doesn’t matter that she tells him she doesn’t want to undermine him, while desperately sighing with loving eyes that she wants him to listen to her. The “darkSansa” idea sticks.

And that’s because the audience support is very much skewed in Jon’s favor. Being on tumblr, sometimes you forget that the Jonsa fam is very much the minority and that exclusive Sansa fans are the unicorns of this fandom (#love4unicorns). The vast majority of this audience will not look at Jon as an unreliable narrator, as every character in this show is, but as the ultimate authority on how this scene should be viewed.

If he says he feels undermined, then it must be because he’s being undermined, which by extension means that Sansa will betray him. And her mentioning Joffery only helps to further antagonize the audience against her.

Does that mean the Ds want us to hate Sansa for no particular reason? Not really. What they really, really want is to, yet again, beat the “Starkbowl” horse until it expires from exhaustion. And they’re willing to compromise emotional development and cut off the audience from essential POVs to achieve that.

In season 6, when they first teased Starkbowl, they did it for emotional turmoil. They gave us that beautiful, heart breaking reunion scene only to immediately have Sansa start to be seemingly duplicitous. Because wouldn’t it be just so tragic that after Jon found new purpose in life through Sansa and she finally found safety and comfort with someone that actually cared for her, she would turn everything on its head and betray him?

In season 7, they wanted to resurrect it because of the Littlefinger twist ending. This little “Joffrey” titbit and the “undermining” conversation helped plant the seeds for it so when Arya (another fan favorite) began accusing her of plotting against Jon, the audience would have this early scene to fall back on, despite the fact that Sansa continuously supports Jon’s policy while he’s away and constantly talks about him, to the point where she almost sounds like Sam talking about Gilly.

What I’m trying to get at with this example is that the writers are not operating in good faith when telling this story. They will constantly throw things in to tease plot points that never come to pass. I don’t like this narrative choice at all, because it requires being cut off from certain characters POVs (Jon and Sansa are champions of this in season 7) which in turn puts distance between the audience and them, when the core of good storytelling to me is seeing characters wrestle with decisions and emotions not off-screen, but right before our eyes.

However, at the very least, what all of this should tell you, is that you should never simply relay on what the ‘explicit’ meaning of a scene is because there’s far more lurking beneath the surface.

#jonsa #Jon x Sansa #jonsa meta #jon x sansa meta #sansa stark #jon snow #game of thrones #got7 #got meta #undermine me

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tsfanart · 7 years ago

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A Story for Logan. And also for Anyone who Hates Writing Dialogue.

Or: A fanfic about writing fanfiction. (OR an idea that very well may be only funny in my head. We'll see.)

"Alright, you ready, Virgil?"

"Yeah, dude, I've been ready."

"Excellent. What about you, Patton?"

"Let's do this!"

"Great. Three, two, one..."

"HAPPY NAME DAY, LOGAN!"

The physical representation of Thomas Sanders' logical side woke up with a start, as he discovered two of his fellow characters standing over him with party blowers in their mouths.

Logan rubbed his eyes. "Good morning...what?"

"Today's your Name Day!" Patton explained.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's the one-year anniversary of when your name was first revealed to the Fanders," explained Virgil, who stood off to the side since his aloof demeanor meant it would have been out-of-character for him to also be hanging over Logan's head with a party blower.

"Oh...okay?"

"Sarah didn't want to wait until November to show you how much we all care about you, especially since she tore you to shreds with that whole flash card thing yesterday," Patton explained.

Logan rubbed his forehead. "Alright, first, why are the projects featuring me the only ones that are meta and post-modern like this? And second, what's in November?"

"Your birthday," Roman explained (of course, he had to be the one to do so since he hadn't had any dialogue since the fifth line).

"Ah, yes, the anniversary of when Thomas first used his teacher character in a Vine short," Logan responded as he put on his glasses, since in real life people are always doing more than just talking, and so dialogue tags in a story have to acknowledge that at least some of the time.

"Right!" Patton went on.

"Okay, and the second part?" Logan persisted.

Virgil gave a shrug. "Look, she just thought it would be fun. The Q and A video last year already established that we all know we're fictional, and as the one who tends to be the most literal-minded, she just thinks you're the one who's most likely to acknowledge it directly."

"But another fanfic? Can she really afford to be spending time on this? She still has two and a half more sets of flash cards to write for the rest of you, and she's only a third of the way done with that other super-angsty project that I won't say anything more about just so her readers can suffer. AND she's falling behind on the Secret Admirer AU, not to mention she still hasn't finished the last chapter of Chess, and I can't believe you just included links to those last two, this is not the time for a plug, Sarah."

Roman snickered. "Okay, fine. We just thought that would be funny."

Logan sighed. "But Thomas doesn't even read fanfiction. Doesn't she want to make something for me that he'll notice? Especially since he likes those birthday cards so much."

"Eh, we're just gonna let this one slide," Virgil said (but didn't explain, since Sarah has already used that word three times in just the first page of this story). "Anyway, this is just gonna be a one-time thing. We'll make some sort of glittery collage poster for Roman in a couple weeks 'cause that's more his thing. We just thought a fanfic would be more your thing."

"Really?" Logan asked, half-amused. "We're making a poster for Roman on his special day even though the idea of doing so is going to have a totally different connotation this time next week?"

Patton leaned over and put his hand over the NameDay boy's mouth. "Shh, let's not worry the readers with that now."

"Or make promises we can't keep," Virgil muttered, despite the fact that the story Logan was alluding to was already in the editing stage and would definitely be posted when Sarah planned for it to be.

"Anyway," Patton continued, "the angst will come when it comes. Now's the time to be silly and ridiculous!"

"Ugh, but why so much meta talk? Didn't her last attempt at this kind of writing totally flop?"

"Well, yeah, but her audience is over three times bigger now. And--"

"Wait," Logan interrupted, staring at the underlined text a few lines above him. "Really? Again? Did you seriously just include a link to the failed project I was talking about?"

"What? It's worth a shot," said the same Side who got interrupted (although no one knows which one because Sarah didn't specify that before the interruption, and unlike in the opening lines the characterization was vague enough that the line could have belonged to any of the other three).

"And what audience is this even trying to reach?" Logan went on. "Is it supposed to be a LAMP fanfic?"

"I mean, not exactly, but we already covered that in the title," Roman said (since, again, he hadn't had the chance to speak in a while on account of juggling a conversation among four people is obnoxiously difficult).

"What are you even talking about?" Logan said, taking note of said title for the first time. "She's great at writing dialogue; people have told her that her whole life."

"Which is exactly why it's so much pressure," Virgil pointed out (a dialogue tag that had miraculously not been used yet).

"Okay, okay," Logan said, resigned. "We'll give her one shot to be quirky and relatable and see how it goes. But look, this story isn't even about me anymore. I thought the reason you all started this was to make up for the flash card thing."

"Well, yeah, that's a fair point," Patton admitted. "But when has that not happened? Even if her readers don't realize it, these stories always end up going in a different direction than she originally planned as they evolve."

"We'll try to do something more legit for your NameDay later, I promise," Roman insisted. "It doesn't mean this story wasn't worth writing."

"Yeah!" Patton joined in. "I mean, maybe I'm just being optimistic here, but we're hoping that this could give aspiring writers in the fandom a bit of reassurance to know that everyone agonizes over their work sometimes. And that sometimes you just need to put everything down and write a ridiculous piece like this in order to keep going."

Logan gave a half smile. "Alright, fine, you've got me there. But now that we've sorted everything out, can you let me get back to sleep? In case you hadn't noticed, it's only six in the morning," he said, gesturing to the bedside clock that no one had acknowledged prior to that point.

"Oh wow, you're right," Virgil said, giving a yawn (and likely forcing all of Sarah's readers to do the same). "I guess we should get to bed now. See you later," he said before leaving the room.

"Hopefully with an actual present next time!" Roman said as he, too, went outside the door.

"Hope you liked the imitation we're trying to do of the fade-outs from the end of Sanders Sides videos!" Patton called out as he closed the door behind him.

And Logan went back to sleep.

Welp...I'm gonna take a risk with this and tag @tinysidestrashcaptain @not-so-innocent-bi-sander and @randomslasher. Just because I associate them with being...writers, specifically. And if at least one of these three finds it funny, I'd be happy. :P

#my fanfics #thomas sanders #sanders sides #metafiction #crack fanfic #logan sanders

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iamnesta · 7 years ago

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Livestreams

A/N: This wasn’t requested at all, but I just had a sudden inspiration to write a platonic Tom/Harry/Harrison/Reader fic?? It’s 2500+ words long? Basically this is just Haz’s livestream but with the reader there too. There’s a lot of dialogue, which I apologize in advance for. Hopefully you guys like this, because it’s the first fic I’ve written about real people (I usually just write for fictional characters). I can also do a part two if you guys request it?? Um, that’s about it, really. So here’s the fic. Also I’m gonna tag @hufflepuffholland (I hope that’s okay with you, Charissa).

Watch Haz’s livestream here.

It was a pleasant evening, the sun just beginning to set and the air not yet cold, and you were feeling rather relaxed. You were lounging in a chair on the patio, your eyes shut as you listened to the crackling of the fire and idle chatter of your friends.

“You know what we ought to do?” Harry said, prodding one of the slabs of steak that was cooking over the fire with a stick.

“What?” Harrison glanced up from his phone, where he was absentmindedly scrolling through his Instagram feed. Upon seeing Harry poking the steak, he scolded, “Stop that, mate, you’ll knock it in.”

Harry ignored Harrison’s warning and continued to jab at the meat. “You ought to go live,” he said.

“No,” you spoke up without opening your eyes, “That’s a shit idea. You definitely should not go live.”

“Why not?” Harry asked defensively.

“What if someone finds out where the house is? We can’t have a repeat of what happened in Georgia,” you pointed out. There was a pause, and although you couldn’t see them you assumed the boys were exchanging eyerolls. “Plus I look like shit, so. I don’t want to be on camera.”

But Harrison clearly didn’t share your concerns. “You look fine, Y/N,” he dismissed, “I’m going live.”

Your eyelids popped open and you gave the blond boy a hateful glare. “Harrison, you prick, don’t --”

Tapping something on his phone, Harrison shot you a shit-eating grin. “Too late.”

With a heavy groan, you tipped your head back in annoyance. You weren’t really in the mood to be filmed right now -- you didn’t have any makeup on and you were still in pajamas. You tugged up the hood of your tattered sweatshirt, attempting to hide your face.

Harrison held the phone in front of the fire, silent for a couple seconds before announcing, “First live video.” He paused, and then, in a sing-song voice: “Dun, dun, da!” Flipping the camera to face himself, he continued with his intro. “‘Sup, guys. First live. It’s my first ever one!” Harry makes an impressed ooh in the background. “‘Cause it actually works on this phone.”

Switching off of the front-facing camera, Harrison swung his phone around so he could focus on you in the chair. You sink even lower into your sweatshirt, pulling at the strings on the hood. “Y/N didn’t want me to go live, but…whatever. Still doin’ it.”

A muffled, “Fuck off,” could be heard from your hoodie, and both Harry and Harrison laughed. The phone turned back to the fire.

“Just doing some caveman-style cooking,” Harrison explained. He got a shot of Harry, who was standing on the opposite side of the fire with his hands on his hips. “And there’s baz-man.” Harrison chuckled.

“Very impressed,” Harry deadpanned.

“Very impressed,” Harrison echoed, then calling out to you, he taunted, “Hear that, Y/N? Harry says he’s impressed!”

From off-screen, you shouted your response: “I’m not!”

They snickered, and Harrison shifted so he was filming himself again. “But yeah, this is, um, a fire that technically Tom made, but he’s gone off to train.”

Harry knelt down on the ground so he could see the underside of the steak. “Aw, Harrison, it’s burning,” he said, sounding disappointed.

Your maniacal laughter could be heard in the background. You crowed gleefully, “You guys are idiots!” at the same time Harrison said, “What d’you mean it’s burning?”

“Shut it, Y/N,” Harry quipped, then saying to Harrison, “I can’t turn it.”

“Turn what?” Harrison asked, grinning.

“It’s burning underneath,” Harry clarified.

“The steak?”

Harry stumbled away from the flames, crying out, “My eyes!” You cackled with joy at the sight of Harry in mild pain. Serves him right for suggesting the livestream.

Still confused, Harrison wondered, “What’s burning?”

“Ow,” Harry groaned. “Y/N, stop laughing!”

Harrison still didn’t understand what was going on. “What’re you talking --”

“The steak!” Harry exclaimed exasperatedly.

From inside the house, Tom’s voice was singing. He really was quite a talented singer, but you knew he hated being caught doing it on video. As the lyrics of Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’ floated outside, you yelled out a warning, “Tom, Harrison’s gone live!”

“Harrison’s live,” Harry said.

“I’m on live, Tom,” Harrison contributed.

Tom didn’t seem to hear any of you, and kept on singing. You twisted in your chair to look at Tom as he stepped out onto the patio. “Dude, Harrison’s live,” you repeated.

“What’s this?” Tom inquired, completely oblivious to anything you had said.

The three of you mumbled something about being live, and Tom observed, albeit rather late, “Oh, we’re on live, are we?” He let out a mock-horrified wail, causing you to snort in amusement.

“Shut the door!” Harry shouted with exaggerated authority.

Tom turned back to do as instructed, then came to stand next to you. “What’s this, then?” He asked, plucking at the hood that still obscured your face.

“I’m hiding,” you informed him, crossing your arms and shooting Harry a dirty look. Harry rolled his eyes, and Tom laughed.

“No need to hide, darling, we all know you draw on your eyebrows,” Tom teased.

You let out an infuriated shriek and leapt to your feet, launching yourself into an attack. Tom easily avoided you, darting out of your grasp with evil little giggles. “That’s not true, you fucking twat!” You hollered, finally getting hold of Tom and smacking him not-so-lightly on the shoulder.

“Ouch!” Tom yelped, rubbing at the spot where you had hit him. Then he smirked and yanked off your hood, revealing your frizzy hair and makeup-less face. “See? Beautiful. Even if you don’t have eyebrows.”

“Thomas Stanley Holland!” You screeched, chasing after him as he ran away.

Harrison turned to Harry, camera shaking slightly as he laughed. “What d’you think, Harry?” He interviewed.

“Hmm…” Harry stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “I think Tom and Y/N are actually five years old, that’s what I think.”

Harrison chortled. “Yeah, me too, mate.” To you, he shouted, “Y/N leave him alone!”

You stomped back over to the fire, Tom following with a grin. “I don’t draw them on,” you argued for the camera, “I just fill ‘em in. That’s all.”

“We know, Y/N,” Harry said, “Tom was just teasing.”

“Well,” you huffed, still feeling a bit pissed off, “I didn’t appreciate it.” You glowered at Tom to accentuate your last words, and he held up his hands in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized.

“Whatever,” you muttered, not even all that angry. As frustrating as these boys were, you didn’t think you could ever really be mad at them.

Harrison cleared his throat, trying to bring the attention back to himself and the livestream. “Anyway,” he said, “I was saying earlier that we can’t take credit for your fire.”

“You definitely can’t take credit for my fire!” Tom agreed. “I made the fire.”

“I see you’ve abandoned the steak,” you noticed.

Harrison flipped the camera around so the livestream could see the fire again.

“Tell you what, I could survive in any situation as long as I had some pre-setup rocks and pre-cut firewood,” Tom boasted, “And, um, some steak.” You all laughed.

“How did you start the fire, though?” Harry wondered.

“Yeah, did you have any kindling?” Harrison voiced.

Tom replied, “I just did it with paper and a log and was like…” He mimed his actions by waving his hands around.

You shook your head in disbelief. “There’s no way you started a fire by…” You flailed your arms in the same way Tom had.

“No, no, you must have had a match,” Harry argued.

“What paper did you use?” Harrison asked.

“The Yellow Pages,” Tom answered.

Harrison’s eyes widened. “The yellow pages?”

Tom said, “Why are you so stressed about the Yellow Pages? When have you ever opened it --”

“‘Cause that’s the new script -- that’s the new script!” Harrison exclaimed.

“Nooo,” Tom said, waving his hand dramatically and stepping back onto the patio. “The actual Yellow Pages! You know, the book the Yellow Pages!”

“Oh, the Yellow Pages,” Harrison repeated in understanding.

“Not the new script,” Tom reiterated, and Harrison chuckled.

Harry was still hung up about the fire, and asked, “But did you have a match?”

Harrison switched to the front-facing camera. You were standing next to him, shoulder to shoulder, your hands deep in your hoodie’s pocket. “Divy div div,” Harrison sang, and you nodded for emphasis.

Meanwhile, Tom was stuttering, “No, I -- I was -- I did it with my hands.”

“No you didn’t!” Harry insisted.

Tom changed the subject, “Where are the car keys?”

“Over there,” you pointed.

“Alright, I’m goin’ to the gym, see you later,” Tom said.

“See you later,” Harrison responded.

“Bye,” you called after him. Tom walked off toward car, leaving you, Harry, and Harrison standing around the fire.

“I think we should try and fry an egg,” Harry suggested.

“Harry, are you stupid?” You said.

“I think we should try and turn this steak somehow, but it’s not really working,” Harrison told his livestream. Just then Tom shouted back at us, asking about directions on how to get to the gym. Harrison kept telling him to turn right, then said, “Just give me a ring if you get lost.” He looked directly into the camera. “Which is likely.”

You confirmed this by saying, “Tom can’t find his way anywhere.”

“Nope, he’d never get places without us tellin’ him where to go,” Harrison said.

Offscreen, Harry asked, “D’you want me to turn this for you?”

“How are you going to turn it?” Harrison replied, amused and not at all convinced that Harry would be able to flip the steak.

“Just turn it,” Harry answered vaguely.

You snorted. “Very helpful, Harry.”

“Let’s watch,” Harrison said with a grin, spinning so Harry was also in the frame. At that same moment, Harry let out a noise of pain and lifted his palms to his eyes.

“You alright there, Harry?” You inquired, slightly worried.

Harry waved your concern away and knelt by the fire. “Yeah, let’s get in a little bit closer”

“I’m not close-upping you,” Harrison scoffed, “It’s not a film -- we’re not directing right now.”

Harry reached out for the stick on which the steak was balanced, and slowly began to rotate it. The steak was dangerously close to falling off, and Harrison shouted, “Oh no, don’t actually -- no, no! You idiot! Stop, stop, stop! Harry, stop!” Laughing, Harry ceased his turning of the stick.

“Someone go get some tongs,” you instructed.

“Okay, maybe we should go off live,” Harrison mused. Then he focused the camera on Harry and asked, “Have you got any tongs? Go into the house --”

“Let me just pull them out, I’ve got some tongs in my pocket,” Harry joked, sticking his hand in his pocket and pretending to take something out.

Chuckling, Harrison said, “Get some from inside.”

“I’ll use the stick,” Harry argued, “It’s more primitive.”

“More primitive?” You echoed. “Oh my god, Harry, what the fu --”

Harry picked up two sticks, one in each hand, and pinched one of the pieces of steak between them. He carefully turned it over as Harrison said strictly, “Do not drop it.”

“Good job,” you congratulated, impressed when Harry actually managed to not drop the food.

“Don’t sound so surprised about it,” Harry said, mildly offended.

“We’re probably gonna get really, like, infected or something,” Harrison remarked to the livestream, watching as Harry wielded the sticks.

“I’ve got smoke and my eyes and shit,” Harry complained. “Right, d’you want me to turn the other one?”

“Yeah, go on,” Harrison said.

You sighed, an amused smile curving your lips. “Why are you trusting Harry with this?”

Harrison grinned. “I don’t know why I’m trusting Harry, that’s a very good question.”

“I should get the ‘three blind mice’ glasses out,” Harry said.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Harrison and you both burst into laughter. “I wouldn’t.” To his phone, Harrison mentioned, “I hope everyone saw that ‘three blind mice with Harry’ thing.”

“Absolutely hilarious, that was,” you said.

There was a bit of a pause as you and Harrison watched Harry flip the second steak. “Charred is how I like my steak,” Harrison mused. When Harry had finished the task, Harrison said, “Oh, that’s not bad.” Then he laughed. “I don’t know if I can eat this, you know.”

“I wouldn’t go near that,” Harry advised.

“Why couldn’t you have just cooked them the normal way?” You wondered aloud. “Like on the stove or a grill or something?”

Harry shrugged. “The normal way’s not as fun.”

“But I saw a bear today!” Harrison announced, his bright blue eyes growing excited. “Which was crazy. I was driving and, uh, and then this bear just kinda, like, walked across the road. And Harry was out taking photos of Y/N, and I was like, ‘Ah, maybe I should ring Harry’ but…”

“But you didn’t,” Harry said, sounding glum.

“But I didn’t,” Harrison chortled. “I didn’t even think about it.”

You wrapped your arms around your middle and yawned, feeling a bit tired. Harry glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowing. “You alright, love?”

You nodded absentmindedly. “Yeah, fine. Just tired.”

“How late were you up last night?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Late enough.”

Harrison spun the camera around to your face. “Y/N was up watching stupid movies all night,” he informed the livestream.

You scowled and flipped him off. “Sod off, Haz, just because you think they’re stupid doesn’t mean --”

“Relax, mate,” Harrison said with a laugh. To the camera, he whispered, “Although they are stupid.” He moved closer to the fire to get a good view of the steak, and narrated, “But yeah, this is, uh, the final…it doesn’t look that bad.”

Harry, who still had a stick in his hand, decided to push one of the steaks into the fire. Harrison whipped the camera onto Harry, who was snickering at what he’d just done. “I wouldn’t eat any of that, mate, it could be poisonous,” Harry observed.

“Are you joking?” Harrison demanded, completely shocked by Harry’s actions. “Just…don’t touch the other piece.” He fell silent, his expression full of disappointment. “Harry’s just ruined it. You’re an idiot.”

Harry attempted to pick the steak back out of the fire, but Harrison exclaimed, “Stop! Stop, stop, stop!”

“Alright,” Harry relented.

“Okay. It’s over.” Harrison gave a wave to the camera. “The live is finished because you’ve just --”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Harry struggling to rescue the steak that he’d just deliberately pushed into the flames. “Come on, let it be,” you said.

“Yeah, it’s over now,” Harry admitted. Then he gets an idea. “We should put that out for the bears.” Harrison laughed. “No, no, y’know, like, in case there are bears.”

“Yeah, well, now you’ve ruined it,” Harrison said. He slung his arm around your shoulders and you rolled your eyes, even though it was useless at this point to try and hide from the camera. “Well, first live! Probably a yearly sort of thing, but, uh, but yeah! Nice to see you all and, uh --” he held up his first two fingers in a peace sign “-- peace out!”

The video didn’t end right away like he thought it would, and Harrison said, “Oh shit, I’m doing a Tom, I can’t ever fucking finish it.”

With that, the livestream was over. Harrison lowered his phone and squeezed you closer into a one-armed side-hug. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It was absolutely terrible,” you deadpanned, trying not to smile.

“Aw, come on, Y/N,” Harry coaxed, “I know you secretly enjoyed it.”

You scoffed. “No, I didn’t. And I hope you lot have a backup plan for dinner, because there is no way in hell I am touching that.” You gestured toward the steak, which had failed miserably, and walked back to your chair to watch the rest of the night unfold.

Part Two

#tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfield #harry holland x reader #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #sam holland #holland family #haz osterfield

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mchanv · 4 years ago

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(DFYaH) Chapter 8: Unwanted Smelly

[Originally on AO3]

Summary: I’ve always wondered what Draco Malfoy’s side of the Harry Potter saga was, that’s how I came up with this idea. It is not possible at all to be canon, due to the inability of certain magical items in the story. It runs alongside the books very closely, so some dialogue or actions can come directly from them. Draco Malfoy goes to Hogwarts for his first year. After being sorted into Slytherin and the night had fallen, a strange silvery bird gives him a message. The bird, seemingly a Phoenix, belongs to Albus Dumbledore, his Headmaster, who gives Draco a book upon his arrival in his office that same night. Draco has no idea what the book meant, but decides to go through with what Dumbledore has asked of him.

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood (background)

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Word count: 2,802

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Draco woke up early on Wednesday, the next week. The day before, the book had continued and Draco was thrilled. For some reason, he was incredibly proud of Potter getting on the House Team and really wanted to talk with him, although he knew he had to stay in character.

He got down quickly, telling Pansy not to disturb him too much that day. Draco was sure by her smile she knew it was because of the book. In the Great Hall, he left just as the six owls brought the broom. He had to wait for him in the Entrance Hall with Crabbe and Goyle.

The two boys followed him without a question and did exactly as he said, as not five minutes later, they had halted Potter and Weasley in the Hall. Draco took the package of a disgruntled Potter, feeling it and acting oblivious.

He fabricated his best jealous and spiteful look as he said, “That’s a broomstick.” He threw back the parcel and continued, “You’ll be for it this time, Potter, first-years aren’t allowed them.” It surprised him how well he could act.

“It’s not any old broomstick,” Weasley said. Draco rolled his eyes, aware it wasn’t in the book. He didn’t follow the rest of his talk and prepared himself for his next line instead. Was this how it was in theatre?

“What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn’t afford half the handle,” Draco snapped at him, glaring, “I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig.” He stopped and listened to the light footsteps nearing behind him.

“Not arguing, I hope, boys?” Flitwick squeaked in his annoyingly high-pitched voice.

Draco took a quick, deep breath and followed quickly. He feared too quickly to be believable. “Potter’s been sent a broomstick, Professor.”

Draco skipped the rest of the conversation, at the right times faking looks of ‘horror’, ‘obvious rage’ and ‘confusion’. Naturally, he didn’t really feel like that. He knew about everything that had happened in advance and was actually proud of Potter for being such a natural and being good in at least one thing. Draco figured that must be an accomplishment for him.

Draco dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, who hurried off to the Great Hall for leftovers of breakfast, and was joined by Pansy as he looked to the top of the marble staircase where Potter and Weasley were arguing with Granger. One day, those three would become the best of friends if they won’t leave each other alone.

“So,” Pansy nudged him as the boys and girl had vanished, “what was that all about?” He explained quickly to her about the broomstick and the conversation. “Is there more to do today?” she asked as he finished. Draco nodded.

“Tonight, at seven, Potter’s going to learn how to play Quidditch from Wood, his captain. I’ll follow them and watch from a distance.”

Pansy chuckled. “Are you sure you’re not obsessed with him? I mean, following him that late?” she asked him incredulously. Draco felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

“Of course I’m not!” he exclaimed wildly. “I’m just curious and want to know how much of the book is true.” He lowered his voice slightly at the end. Pansy looked at him for a few seconds.

“Sure you do, lover boy,” she said, turning around and going towards the Charms classroom. Charms, that’s right, first period, he reminded himself. He quickly caught up with her.

“What do you mean with that?” he asked her. She shrugged.

“Figure it out.”

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Draco ate his dinner slow, waiting for half-past six to come. At that time, he would make his way over to the Quidditch pitch to watch Potter’s training. Pansy kept bothering him, though, insisting he’s just obsessed with Potter. He wasn’t, right? He was just curious about the book. Either way, it was nothing really new for Draco so it didn’t bother him that much.

At half past, he dismissed Pansy and exited the Great Hall. The Hall itself was almost empty, except for a few fat students. Draco figured it would be better for them to not eat at all for a few months.

He happily made his way over to the Quidditch Pitch across the Grounds, the thought of seeing Potter fly again lifting his mood. At the Pitch, he stayed hidden from view while having a reasonably good view himself. He sat on his knees; the book opened on the ground in front of him on the correct page, hiding in the shadows of the early nightfall.

It didn’t take long for a figure to make its way onto the pitch, one Draco soon recognised as Harry Potter. He smiled to himself as he saw the other boy fly through the sky, not a problem on his mind, probably. Oh, how much Draco would give to be in his position, soaring, high, higher, way higher than the top of trees and over hills. Grazing the water of the Lake and pulling up straight towards the sky, night or day, it didn’t matter, only to dive back down. He just wanted to feel free, just like Potter, free from everything in his life, for even just a few minutes. But Draco knew one thing for sure: no way in Hell would he ever give up the book for this.

Draco didn’t know why, but the book gave him a strange sense of comfort. It’s true, Draco had always loved books and reading, but this one was just... different. But the good different, Draco decided. He soon became entranced by Potter, who was still flying.

He didn’t even notice at first that Wood had entered the field and called him down. Only following Potter downwards and his eyes falling on him had him remembering he had followed the book here. And a book always had a reason to include a scene. This time, the reason was that Potter would learn how to play Quidditch, and Draco was happy about that.

From the distance he was now, he couldn’t hear their conversation. Instead, he looked down at the book and read it. Draco had gotten quite interested in the difference between Wizards and Muggles, but now he was even more. This ‘Basketball’ Potter was talking about… He had insisted it was alike of the Chasers throwing the Quaffle through the hoops. It really intrigued him what those Muggles could come up with knowing they didn’t have flying broomsticks or Charmed balls.

Draco had his mouth gaping open as he watched Potter and Wood’s practise. Salazar, Potter’s good... Draco thought. He had never seen anything like that from an eleven-year-old. That’s what you’d call a natural. It disappointed him as they left the Pitch, but understood that it was too dark to continue practicing. He left a while later, making sure not to get caught by them of all people. Aware it was at least ten minutes past his curfew, Draco hurried down to the Dungeons as quickly as possible.

In the common room, he ignored anyone who wanted to spark up any kind of now meaningless conversation with him and went straight towards Pansy, seated in a corner of the room. He took a seat next to her, smiling brightly while mentally recalling the flying practice. Pansy smirked.

“So, how was it?” she asked him.

“Even better than expected, he’s a right natural at Seeking,” he responded, making sure not to make his voice too loud. She nodded.

“Care to study for our two upcoming tests tomorrow? Or do you want to continue dragging on until you can stare at him again during Astronomy?”

Draco spluttered. “What?” he asked incredulously, trying to cover up the heat covering his cheeks. “Let’s just study,” he decided.

“Okay,” she said, and Draco followed her to her dormitory, ignoring all the shocked stares of the Slytherins in the common room.

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After the book’s last entry, five weeks ago, Draco’s life had returned to that of most students walking the corridors of Hogwarts. It was a basic schedule for the school days; waking up, breakfast, classes, lunch, classes (none one day a week), dinner, sleeping. The time in between was reserved for studying and for some, Quidditch practice. On his strolls across the grounds of Hogwarts, he’d often seen a Quidditch team practicing. Slytherin and Gryffindor the most (he always watched whenever his eyes noticed Potter among them), at times Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Draco easily recognised them by their colours; green for Slytherin, red for Gryffindor, blue for Ravenclaw, and yellow for Hufflepuff. He took these strolls quite regularly, sometimes with Pansy tagging along. Long walks had always done him good, let alone near waters. It was a way for him to get away from his life and responsibilities, to come at peace with his surroundings and to relax.

Now, he noticed, it was mostly just an excuse he used to get away from homework. His homework wasn’t all that difficult, however, let alone Potions. Potions was, after all, not just Draco’s favourite subject, but also his best one. And that was not just because his godfather taught it. In truth, it was kind of a bad thing. With Severus teaching a class Slytherins and Gryffindors combined, he never stopped poking in the Gryffindors’ mistakes and loved to practically harass them in front of the whole class.

In any regular setting, Draco honestly couldn’t care less about Gryffindors. There was, however, the small issue of one of those Gryffindors being an ebony black-haired, emerald green-eyed boy with a name so famous the average Slytherin would kill to never hear of again. Too bad for them there were laws against that. And, yes, Draco had made that ‘perfect’ description of Harry Potter himself during the times he analysed (“I wasn’t staring, Pansy, just analysing!”) him during Potions, Astronomy, Flying lessons or meals.

During that time, he wasn’t necessarily forgotten by his parents; his father sent him letters almost daily (of which he answered most, careful not to mention anything about the book) and his mother occasionally (three to four times a week) sent him a box of sweets. That was the fun thing of being him, Draco had mused one night after having eaten one whole box. He could eat all the sweets in the world and still remain as thin as ever.

At the beginning, Draco checked the book sometimes ten times a day to Pansy’s obvious annoyance. He had worked to build off that habit and now only checked it once, at most twice, a day. Which was way more reasonable in Pansy’s eyes.

Yes, Pansy, she was still a big part of his life. Even bigger than at the beginning of their friendship. Over the past two months, they had grown inseparable, always sitting together during their lessons, at meals and in the common room. Sometimes falling asleep together at the latter after a long night of what had started off as studying, but which had soon changed into an exchange of rumours. Many people would call that ‘girly’ talk, but Draco had found himself enjoying it thoroughly.

He was glad to have a friend like Pansy, someone to laugh with and, Draco’s pride crumbled every time he remembered it, open your heart to. Draco still remembered that day vividly, the day he’d broken down. He was honestly so glad Pansy had never brought it up again and even refrained from going deeper in on sensible topics like abuse or any of the kind.

The homework also started to get more over the time, but nothing Draco couldn’t handle with a bit of studying. After all, now there was nothing more happening with the book, there wasn’t really anything else to do. One thing Draco did have to keep in mind from the book was to be a git to everyone from Gryffindor, which, in the first place, wouldn’t necessarily be a problem. There was, however, the problem of a certain ebony black-haired, emerald green-eyed boy who happened to be in his year and in Gryffindor for which Draco had grown a strange sense of respect.

Still, he swallowed that respect and acted as much as a git towards him as he did towards every other Gryffindor. Maybe even a bit more...

On the evening of Hallowe’en, Draco sat down on his bed in his dormitory, Pansy next to him, both with plates filled with food. Draco thought it was crazy, what had just happened maybe a mere five minutes ago. He could easily recall exactly what it was...

Draco had made his way into the Great Hall for the Hallowe’en feast earlier that evening, Pansy at his side. They had sat down and waited for the feast to begin.

Right when the food had appeared and Draco had reached out for it, Quirrell had come running in. With terror portrayed on his face and his turban askew, he had run towards Dumbledore.

Once there, he gasped, “Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know.” A mere second after, he had collapsed on the floor and the Great Hall was in an uproar.

Dumbledore had quieted everyone and sent them away to their Dormitories.

Honestly, what an idea to bring a whole house to their Dormitories, in the dungeons, Draco thought back. He concluded their headmaster just really didn’t like Slytherins, too bad a Slytherin was working for him. And since it seemed a pretty important task, Draco gloated, and only he could read the book, Dumbledore would be stuck with him!

Then, as thunder, it struck him. He dropped his plate, despite Pansy’s surprised look, jumped off his bed and hurried towards his trunk. He opened it and searched for a certain item. It had been so long since he had last looked at it. Two days, if he recalled correctly, which did feel too long.

Finally, with a sound of triumph, he reached out under a pile of books and took one particular book out of it, the green lamps giving the golden letters a strange glimmer, and the cover as dark as it had always been. He smiled and sat back down on his bed.

“What’s wrong, Dray?” Pansy suddenly spoke up before he even had the chance to open it.

Draco looked up at her with a small, almost knowing smile. “You know that troll Quirrell warned us about earlier?” he asked her, she nodded. “That’s not anything usual, now, is it?”

She frowned but shook her head. “What are you getting at, Draco?”

Draco smirked, lifting the book. “And what little friend of ours always causes trouble?”

He saw her eyes widen and she let out a laugh. “Of course!” she exclaimed, smiling.

Draco smiled back, seemingly holding her up because she urged him, “Come on! Are you waiting for him to walk in and tell you himself?!”

That shook Draco out off his daze. He gave her one last smile and glance before opening the book on where it had ended last time. And, just as he had guessed, it had continued.

Draco shook his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. He had kept such a close look on it all this time and then, just as he stopped for a few days, planning on enjoying Hallowe’en, it continued with valuable information.

He skipped the Charms class and immediately went to the attack. Wow, he mused, a while later when he had finished, taking on that troll on their own. His father had always warned him about some magical beings and how to defend yourself against them, but for trolls he hadn’t really gotten more information than: Run, try to confuse it, run and don’t look back.

He looked up to find Pansy staring at him, her eyes longing and curious. He gave her a small, playful smile and began telling her about the attack and the troll.

At the end, she gave him a meaningful look. “You know what this means, right?” He looked at her quizzically, before dropping his gaze to the last page.

He heard Pansy speak up again, but kept his gaze on the page, looking at how the words she said burned themselves into the paper in golden ink.

“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”

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#drarry #harry potter #harry x draco #draco malfoy #hp #fanfiction #romance #adventure #rewrite #retelling #multichap #destinia: first year at hogwarts

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teenwolfpotential · 7 years ago

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Season 6/6B Sterek: Scenes & Dialogue

Purpose: To identify and catalog all the direct and indirect Sterek interactions in season 6/6B of Teen Wolf (because there aren’t any direct or indirect Sterek moments in 6A).

Notes:

“Stiles Talking” or “Derek Talking” indicate only one person is present in the scene while the other is talked about or referenced with an image

if not labeled that, a scene incudes Stiles and Derek directly interacting

(fan meta) indicates a scene without strong canon text or subtext that is still considered important in the fan meta

names for each scene are how the scenes are tagged on my blog, if a scene has a “/” it’s because there are tags relating to different parts of the scene

“…” indicates a scene jump or unrelated dialogue that’s been cut out

() have been added to clarify unheard actions in a scene that affect the dialogue or to clarify the presence/awareness of Derek or Stiles throughout the scene

dialogue source is my transcript from watching the scenes

Episode 11: Said the Spider to the Fly

FBI Target

FBI Instructor: One recent manhunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina-

(video of Derek running through the woods shirtless is playing as the Instructor says this)

Stiles: (spits out his water loudly)

FBI Instructor: Is there a problem... young man?

Stiles: No, sorry. Uh, just got a little excited. No problem. Little question, though. That guy up there, what’s uh, he wanted for?

FBI Instructor: Murder.

Stiles: It’s uh... Sorry, just what kind of, uh, murder exactly?

FBI Instructor: Mass murder.

Episode 19: Broken Glass

Derek Talking: (fan meta) Reason for Return (reference for things said in Return to Beacon Hills)

Chris:

I get the need to keep your feet from the fire, but I also don’t think you want to see Beacon Hills burn to the ground.

Derek: You’re asking me to come back.

Chris: How about admitting with great difficulty that we need you.

Derek: That sounds more like an Argent.

Chris: And protecting Beacon Hills sounds more like a Hale.

Derek: Look, if I go back, it’s not for Beacon Hills. And there’s something I gotta take care of first.

Chris: Where did you get that?

Derek: Whoever murdered that pack in Brazil? They were looking for this. And I’m going to make sure they never find it.

Episode 20: The Wolves of War

Return to Beacon Hills

(Stiles runs into a hunter with his jeep, arriving to Beacon Hills)

Stiles: You didn’t think you were doing this without me, did ya?

(Derek appears in front of Stiles’ door)

Derek: Without us?

(Stiles rolls his eyes)

...

(Scott kneels by Deucalion’s dead body, the others standing nearby)

Malia: It’s really started, hasn’t it?

Stiles: What’s started?

Scott: It’s an all out war.

(Stiles is looking at Derek, Scott rises and walks over to hug Derek)

Peter: As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?

Derek: I found a pack slaughtered in Brazil. There were two words written in blood on the wall: Beacon Hills.

Scott: You came back for Beacon Hills?

Derek: No, I came back for you. (*)

(radio in the jeep crackling, everyone gathers around it)

Gerard: (over the radio) Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects so familiar. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, and Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from Hell, shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice-

Gerard: Do you know the rest, Scott? Do you know your Shakespeare?

(Scott holds the radio up to Derek)

Derek: Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.

Gerard: War indeed. Welcome back, Derek. You must all be feeling rather nostalgic. Are you pleased with the little family reunion I’ve gathered around you, Scott?

Scott: Yeah, why don’t you come join us and I can thank you in person.

Gerard: I even have a few visitors for you from London. Even someone like Jackson Whittemore couldn’t resist coming back to Beacon Hills. Say hello, Jackson!

(Gerard shocks Jackson)

Jackson: Do it again old man. Come a little closer. I’m going to shove that thing so far up your ass!

Gerard: Lost none of his charm, has he? You can find him here with us at the armory, Scott. In fact, I’m going to tell you where to find all of them. Your deputy hellhound met some friends of his while responding to a call at Eichen House. Your father was on his way back from San Francisco with the goal of entering the fight, but he didn’t get far. You might want to tell your mother to skip her shift at the hospital tonight. Liam and his friends are there now. Optimistic of them but whoafully ill-advised. This is how you wage war Scott. The strategic positioning of your army against theirs. Which is why you will come to me. You will try to save as many as you can, and you might even save a few, but your limited resources will be stretched thin, and ultimately you will fail. The dogs of war, Scott. They’re coming for you.

(*can be interpreted as the singular ‘you’ or the plural ‘you’)

FBI Rescue

Stiles: So literally day one of my internship and up comes this slide about this guy they’ve been chasing in the woods in North Carolina.

Malia: I thought you were in South America?

Derek: I was. The bodies of the werewolves I told you about? They blamed me.

Stiles: So, I learn that the FBI's cornered this feral, mass-murdering unsub-

Derek: I found a group of hunters gathering in a meeting place and I was trying to get information.

Stiles: Well the FBI found out about it too, and they were planning a SWAT assault to take him down dead or alive. And, as we all know, though, with Derek it’s preferably dead.

Derek: Preferably.

Stiles: So I convinced them to take me on the field op.

Lydia: You convinced the FBI to bring an intern onto an extremely dangerous field operation?

Derek: I’m surprised he didn’t convince them he could lead it.

Stiles: I tried. Didn’t work.

Stiles: Anyway, long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life.

(video of Stiles rescuing Derek)

Derek: That’s... not how it happened.

Stiles: Yeah, I may have left out a detail, but that’s the gist of what happened. That’s the essential essence of it.

Derek: You couldn’t walk.

Stiles: I was limping.

Derek: You couldn’t walk and I know that because I was carrying you.

(video of Derek carrying Stiles)

Stiles: They shot my toe. You want to see it?

(Derek rolls his eyes)

Stiles: My toe was caught in the crossfire. It was obliterated.

Lydia: Okay, forget your toe.

Stiles: Obliterated.

Scott: Guys, we’ve got another problem. It’s not just the hunters.

Lydia: It’s called the Anuk-Ite

...

Scott: It can get into your head. It can make you see things.

Stiles: What does it look like?

Lydia: It used to look like two ordinary people, but somehow they merged. All we know is that it’s made of two faces- one human, the other supernatural.

Scott: It’s a shapeshifter, just like us, but it knows what you’re afraid of, what you fear most.

Malia: And now it can kill you just by looking at you.

Stiles: Okay, so you’re telling me we gotta go up against this thing blind? And face our deepest fear?

Scott: Yeah. Why, what do you fear most?

Stiles: Blindness.

Derek: Becoming blind?

Stiles: Yeah, terrified of it. Always have been. It just seems to be a situation of unfortunate overlap.

Scott: Lydia, you and Stiles need to find Argent and get to the armory, rescue Jackson.

Lydia: I don’t think we have time to wait for him. I’ve gotten through those doors once anyway. I can do it again.

Stiles: Can we slow it down just for one second and make sure I’m grasping this? So... we’re actually talking about doing this? We’re gonna do exactly what Gerard wants us to? Is that right?

Scott: I think that if we stop the Anuk-Ite, we stop it all.

Derek: Stopping this thing can stop Gerard and the hunters?

Scott: Not all of them are hunters.

Lydia: He’s right. Most of them are ordinary people acting out of fear.

Scott: Monroe’s not gonna change. But I think that we can reach the others. Most of them, actually.

Lydia: The Anuk-Ite is causing them to come from a place of fear.

Derek: Well, fear’s pretty motivating, especially when it leads to anger.

Scott: And I think that if we can take out the fear, we can take out the fight in them too. They’re afraid of us, but they don’t have to be. They just have to change their minds.

Derek: No, we have to change their minds.

Malia: Okay, we can face the Anuk-Ite. We can try to fight it blind, we can try to face our fears, but we still need to know how to catch it.

Scott: Yeah, we’ll figure that out. We always do.

Derek: Well, it’s nice to see that somebody hasn’t lost their optimism.

Scott: Not yet.

Stiles: I have.

Lydia: We will buy you time, Scott. Who knows, maybe Jackson has the answer.

Malia: Maybe Argent will come back for(?) them.

Scott: You two, you’re with me (to Malia and Derek). And we need Peter. Anyone who can help stop this thing or slow it down.

Malia: Where we headed?

Scott: The high school.

Derek: That’s where we’re going to find this thing?

Scott: No, it’ll find us.

Defeating Anuk-Ite

(Stiles bursts into the library, the Anuk-Ite looks at Stiles, Stiles throws a jar of mountain ash that breaks on impact, the ash swarms around the Anuk-Ite and hardens to stone, cuts to Derek breaking free of his stone prison)

Final Library

(Stile is kneeling by Scott in the library after Scott gouged his own eyes out and the Anuk-Ite was defeated)

Malia: (arriving) Scott?

(Stiles moves to allow Malia to be beside Scott, Derek follows Stiles with his eyes as Stiles gets up)

Malia: He’s not healing? Scott, what happened to your eyes?

Scott: I had to. I’m sorry.

Derek: Scott, you have to heal. If your eyes stay like this much longer, the damage is going to be permanent.

Stiles: Come on, Scott. Concentrate.

Scott: I’m trying. It’s just not working. I can’t focus.

Malia: Hey, hey, look at me. Yes you can. Just concentrate.

Scott: I can’t, I can’t. I can’t do it.

Malia: Yes you can. Scott? Please just look at me.

Lydia: Malia. Kiss him.

Malia: What?

Lydia: Kiss. Him.

(Scott’s eyes heal, Stiles look over to Derek in relief and finds Derek already looking back, Derek looks back to the healed Scott)

Pack Roll-Out

Scott: (voiceover) They ran that night. Gerard put guns in people’s hands, but a lot less than he thought were actually willing to use them. More people know our secret now, but more of them are on our side. They weren’t afraid of us anymore. Now we have allies who used to be enemies, we have protectors, we have friends willing to fight for us. The rest of us have been looking for others, like you.

(Chris’ car pulls up, Scott and Alec get out, Chris drives off)

...

Scott: We’re meeting up with some people who can help us. Some of them are always with us, others come when we need them, but tonight we need everyone we can get.

(Stiles’ Jeep and Derek’s new Camaro come driving up from opposite directions at the same time, Malia’s car comes in perpendicular, they all get out- Stiles and Lydia from his car, Derek from his, and Malia and Liam from hers)

Alec: Are they all... different?

Scott: Some of them are. Some can do things you’d never believe. And others might only be human

(Stiles winks)

Scott: But they make up for it by being really smart or really good in a fight.

Alec: Who are they?

Scott: My friends. My pack. And you can be with us if you want, but you’re gonna have to fight.

Alec: Against Monroe.

Scott: And everyone that follows her.

Alec: She said she’d find me, that she’d hunt me down and kill me. She didn’t care how old I was. She said I was a monster.

Scott: You’re not a monster. You’re a werewolf, like me.

(they all form a line to walk off, everyone looks up and down the line at various points)

(there are no direct interactions in this scene between Stiles and Derek, but they’re both present and involved in the situation for quite some time)

#teen wolf #tw #season 6b #sterek #stiles stilinski #mieczyslaw stilinski #derek hale #eternalsterek #masterpost #dialogue #long post #mine

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witchymarvelspacecase · 8 years ago

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Wraith pt 8

Summary: Bucky x OFC

Follows the storyline of CA:CW. Regan is an ex-HYDRA experiment who has been on the run for about a year. Turns out the Winter Soldier has been hiding not only in the same city as her, but the same BUILDING. Chaos ensues and she offers her help to Bucky and his friend Steve.

Word Count: 1275

Warnings: Swearing, Typos (sorry)

A/N: I used Slovak for Sokovian, and I used Google Translate again (so I am sorry for any errors). Obviously, there are quotes/descriptions/dialogue from the movie here, clearly I did NOT write that, so credit to Marvel and it’s wonderful writers and actors!

Masterlist

Not my gif, credit to the owner

Regan woke up with a ringing head, sore chest, and cuffs on her wrists. She was in a mostly empty, poorly lit room. A plain table in front of her, and a chair on the other side with a mirror behind it. So, an interrogation room? But there was no interrogator as of yet, so she stretched as many of her muscles as she could from her position, and opened her senses, searching for energies nearby. There were 4 people in the room behind the mirror, watching her she assumed. None of them seemed particularly angry, or afraid, but one of them was letting off a shit-ton of annoyed vibes.

Regan cocked an eyebrow, looking directly at the annoyed one through the mirror. “Really, YOU’RE annoyed? You’re not cuffed to an uncomfortable chair with a concussion, and chest pain that should be checked by a doctor. So why don’t you drag your sorry ass in here, and start asking the questions that I won’t answer?”

It took some time, but the annoyed person did eventually enter the interrogation room.

“I have spent the last 5 years making sure that I kept track of every enhanced weirdo on this planet, I know where they are, I know what they can do, and I know more than a few ways to get them under control, so why,” the man announced as he slapped a file on the table and leaned into Regan’s personal space, “do I not have a fucking clue who you are?”

Regan’s response was to, once again, cock an eyebrow, and smirk, meeting his gaze directly. This did not ease the man’s annoyance. He spent, what felt like hours, throwing questions and tantrums in Regan’s direction with no real reaction on her part. To her, this was nothing. HYDRA would have brought out the sharp utensils a while ago, and she was confident that this guy wouldn’t, not yet anyway. So she held her tongue; “Wraith” was making an appearance.

Normally, when she was playing “Wraith”, Regan had a physical mask, as well as an emotional one, but here, she was naked. So she used the only weapon she had; silence.

Eventually, the man admitted defeat and grabbed her arm to escort her out. Regan didn’t fight, she knew better than to try an escape without enough knowledge of her whereabouts. She was dragged through the building that she assumed was a prison, before she was led into a large, circular room. The only odd thing about this prison so far, was its complete lack of windows. It was a good thing Regan wasn’t claustrophobic. The large room had 6 small cells each with a clear cell door. Two of the cells were unoccupied, but the other 4 held her former teammates.

No one said a word as Regan was pushed into one of the open cells, and the silence continued until the annoyed man left. Which took a few minutes since he felt the need to stalk around the room, and give all of the prisoners the stink eye individually.

“So, they don’t know who I am. How long do you think I can keep it that way?” she asked no one in particular, rubbing at the marks that the handcuffs had left on her wrists.

“Dunno,” Clint replied nonchalantly, “did you ever leave any DNA evidence behind before? Is there anyone from your past they could contact?”

“Not that I know of, I would think that it would have become a problem before now if I had.”

“So what should we call you if we can’t use your name?” Scott asked.

“Uh… geez I don’t know. Sam, you’re the one with the nicknames, what you got?” Regan smiled as she asked.

“’Blondie’ was the first thing that came to mind.” Regan laughed lightly, shaking her head.

“Pretty unoriginal fly-boy.”

“It’s not my best work, I admit.”

“Can I still call you ‘sestra’?” Wanda rasped, the collar around her neck apparently impeding her speech.

“Of course you can, what else would you ever call me?” Regan smiled in response.

“How do you say ‘sunshine’ in Sokovian?” Clint asked

“Slnečný svit. But if you’re looking for something that you could use as a name, I would go with ‘jas’, It means ‘light’.” Regan responded, sliding into a sitting position by the clear door and leaning her back against the wall.

“I think I will stick with Jas then.”

“Sounds good to me. Why ‘sunshine’ though?”

“Well Sam said ‘blondie’ I figured I could pick a stupid name too, just in a different language,” Clint smirked.

Regan laughed, “by the way Sam, ‘blonde’ is ‘svetlovláska’.”

“Well that’s a mouthful,” Sam cackled.

“It is, any other words you wanna learn? I got nothing but time.”

“Now that you mention it…”

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Regan taught Sam and Scott every dirty word, and phrase she could think of, and had been listening to Scott talk about his baby girl for several hours now. She could see Clint clearly from her cell, and noticed that he looked conflicted as Scott chattered on about Cassie’s many talents. Regan wondered what could be upsetting him, but since he was helping to hide her secrets, she decided not to question him about his.

Regan was just starting to drift off, as the main door opened to reveal Tony Stark; he looked a little banged up, and had his left arm in a sling. He looked tired.

Before the door had finished closing, Clint began to slow clap, “’The Futurist’ ladies and gentlemen! ‘The Futurist’ is here! He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

She tuned out Stark’s response, and their following banter, but she heard Tony refer to Clint’s family. Ah, that’s why he looked so upset… He wanted to share his ‘proud Papa’ moments too…

Scott tried to engage Tony too, but Stark blew him off and crossed to Sam’s cell.

“How’s Rhodes?” Sam asked. Regan wanted to pipe up, but last she checked, Tony Stark had thought she was trying to kill the Colonel, so she resolved herself to listen closely.

“We’re transferring him to Columbia Medical tomorrow so… fingers crossed. What do you need? Have they fed you yet?” Regan couldn’t hold back a snort at that; she’d barely been fed. The others had been fed better, but since she had been annoying the man in charge, she couldn’t really expect anything different.

“I just knocked the ‘A’ out of their ‘AV’. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it’s not their equipment,” Tony explained to Sam, trying to get Steve and Bucky’s location out of him, “just look, because this is the fella who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly I made a mistake, Sam, I was wrong.”

“That’s a first,” Sam snorted in response, clearly not convinced or moved by Stark’s admission.

“Cap is definitely off the reservation and he’s about to need all the help he can get. We don’t know each other very well. You don’t have to…”

“Hey, it’s all right,” Sam interrupted, “look, I’ll tell you, but you have to go alone, and as a friend.”

Tony quickly acquiesced, and Sam gave him the location. Tony nodded and headed out.

“You sure about this Sam?” Regan asked, voice barely above a whisper. All she could think was that Bucky may be dragged back into HYDRA yet. All she had tried to do may yet amount to nothing more than her continued existence- in a jail cell.

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed in answer, “but I think they’ll need help.”

Silent, useless tears fell from Regan’s lashes and she hung her head. Locked in another cell by government agents who would love to use her for their own gain, or watch her rot in place. And worse yet, she had dragged Wanda down with her, and left Bucky out in the cold.

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